The Subjugation of Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.

Warning: This chapter contains course languasexusexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.


Hermione entered the library hoping the relaxing smells of leather and old crisp parchment could ease her tumultuous emotions. It felt like she had been crying for hours. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks were stained with drying tears and her head throbbed. The young witch just wanted to crawl into her bed and sleep until her life made sense again. Hermione figured it would take about fifty years or so. “Rip Van Granger,” she thought ruefully.

Going back to the common room was out of the question. Harry would most likely be there. Ron too. The tht oft of facing either of them was beyond comprehension for her at the moment. Knowing Harry had a girlfriend now was like a dagger through her heart. She felt betrayed somehow, like he was cheating on her. “I’m supposed to be the only girl in their lives,” she cried quietly. With Harry dating Maia, and Ron shag… wg… whomever, where did that leave the bushy haired girl?

She sat at a table in a corner and put her face in her hands.

“I thought I would find you here,” Draco said smoothly. Hermione spun around quickly and sighed heavily. The Slytherin wizard smiled smugly. He pulled a chair over to the table and sat down beside Hermione. Crossing hiss ous out in front of him and his arms over his chest, Draco asked conversationally, “Have a pleasant day?”

Hermione opened her mouth to rage at the conceited teen but no sound came out. She didn’t have the strength to trade verbal barbs. “Please leave me alone,” she asked softly.

Draco’s arrogant mask cracked and his face softened. Leaning forward, he put a possessive hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer. “I told you to stay with me you stupid girl. I knew Potter would get you hurt.”

“What do you care?” Hermione asked waspishly. She tried to pull free from Draco’s grasp but he held on tight, his fingers biting into her arm painfully.

“I don’t care,” he replied offhandedly. “But Potter doe des deserve…”

“What doesn’t Harry deserve? The public’s tidal wave of ever changing support? Or maybe Professor Snape’s constant harassment? How about the threat of Voldemort coming to destroy him and everyone he cares about? Or maybe Harry just doesn’t deserve your incessant insults and snide comments?”

Recovering from the chill of hearing Hermione say the Dark Lord’s name, Draco sat back slowly. He grinned. “Well he deserves all that.”

Exasperated, Hermione threw her arms in the air. “What then? What doesn’t Harry deserve?”

“You,” Draco said coldly, his grey eyes intense. Hermione felt lost in their depths, adrift with no life preserver to keep her afloat.

“Me?” Hermione whispered. Draco nodded. Looking down, Hermione shook her head. Running her hand through her untamed curls, the girl couldn’t believe what was happening. She just couldn’t accept Harry was undeserving of anything. He was the most worthy, kind person she knew. It was she who was undeserving. Up until this year Hermione wouldn’t have thought that of herself. The events of this term were more than enough to change her mind. “Well Harry doesn’t have me, does he? He has Maia Jeinsen.” Hermione spat the Hufflepuff’s name out in jealousy. She locked eyes with Draco. “You have me.”

A large smile crossed the Slytherin’s face. “That’s right. You finally realize the truth. You belong to me.”

Hermione sighed in despair. How had her life become so skewed? Her heart sank to her k. Sh. She looked up quickly when she felt cool hands on either side of her face. She had to crane her neck back painfully to see the victorious gleam in Draco’s eyes. He stooped down and pressed his lips to hers in a demanding kiss. As their embrace deepened, Hermione wrapped her hands around Draco’s neck and whimpered softly.

Draco pulled back and looked into the flushed face of the young woma his his arms. “Come. Let’s go somewhere more private.”

Almost in a daze, Hermione followed Draco out of the library. He held her hand as they walked through the corridors. Several students shot the unusual pair confused glances as they swept passed. Hermione hardly noticed. Her thoughts were a jumble, her mind mystified.

The attack on Hogwarts had terrified her. If she wasn’t safe within the walls of a place she considered home, where was she safe? The school was defiled now, unclean and dirty. Hermione frowned sadly at the parallel that her life was. The hol holding her hand had defiled her. His obscene assault on her at the beginning of the year and then his act of rape had tainted, not only her body, but Hermione’s spirit as well.

Hermione turned her eyes to Draco. His profile as he led her along was clean and impressive. Draco was a very handsome young man and he knew it. If he wanted something, he usually took it, as he had with her. It should disgust her to be near him. Draco Malfoy represented everything she hated. Maybe she had changed when she was raped. Did Draco somehow effect a change within her soul? Was she becoming like him? Draco represented the dark. Her life seemed like it was being consumed by darkness.

If Draco was darkness, would that mean Harry was the light? Hermione could feel tears begin to fill her eyes and she fought them back. It was no use crying over something that she herself had thrown away. She had failed with Harry and so the light was gone. Harry had given his light to another.

“Fuck him,” Hermione muttered with bitterness.

“What was that?” Draco asked, looking down on her.

“Fuck me Malfoy. Make me forget this day. Make me forget Harry.”

Draco beamed. “Of course.” he opened a door and ushered Hermione in. She was surprised that they were dan dank and grimy dungeon. It wasn’t a place she thought the Slytherin would bring her to engage in heated sex. It seemed appropriate though.

Pulling out his wand, Hermione resigned herself to the Imperius Curse again. Instead, Draco uttered “Ostendo,” and the cell transformed into a beautiful yet cold chamber with carpets, paintings and a bed. Green and silver were the dominant colours.

The Gryffindor witch looked around in awe. Now this was a place where a pureblooded, arrogant wizard would shag. Walking around the room slowly, Hermione let her fingers trail along the surfaces of the furniture. Finally she stopped in front of a painting. It depicted a beautiful woman, naked but with a slithering snake winding its way around her body. The woman smiled wanly down at her as the snake wound over her flesh. The woman turned her head and looked into the snake’s eyes. The serpent flicked out its forked tongue at her before slipping closer and nuzzling the woman’s pale neck.

Draco laid his hands on Hermione’s shoulders and slowly turned her to face him. His face glowed with pride. “Is this satisfactory to you?” he asked ostentatiously.

“It’s very beautiful,” Hermione answered back faintly. Her eyes darted away from his.

Draco surprised her yet again when his lips swept over hers in a tender, yet unrelenting kiss. His arms enveloped her in a tight embrace, his lean body pressed against her. Hermione felt the planes of his chest and stomach and whimpered lightly at the Slytherin’s strength. It frightened her, yet made her tremble in anticipation. The reaction baffled her. How could she be scared of what Draco could do to her and be turned on by that very danger?

Feeling the girl give herself over to him, Draco smiled into Hermione’s mouth. His tongue slithered over her lips before snaking into her mouth. Their tongues caressed one another, causing both teens to moan. This wasn’t just a kiss. The lust, the passion was intense just like before, but now Hermione sensed something underneath. Trying to figure out what that something was distracted her. When Draco sucked at her lower lip vigorously, she opened her eyes wide. She realized it wasn’t an angry kiss.

Hermione pulled back and looked up at Draco in confusion. He frowned at the unexpected parting. “What?” he asked in frustration.

Touching her mouth, Hermione felt her kiss-swollen lips. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Draco s. “S. “Something the matter, pet?” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath blowing over her skin. Goose bumps rippled along her spine. Not able to look Draco in the eye, the young witch shook her head.

“Excellent,” Draco crowed. “Because I am far from done with you.” his arms wrapped around her body and lifted her easily. Swiftly, he carried her to the bed and flung her down on the mattress, face first. Draco climbed on top of her, his chest pressing into her back.

“Get off me Malfoy,” Hermione groaned, her voice muffled by the mattress. She struggled in vain to get out from under the blonde teen.

Draco laughed gleefully at her futile attempts. “Don’t fight me Granger. I can show you pleasure you’ve hardly dreamed of.”

Hermione snorted incredulously. “Full of yourself as always.”

“You will be full of me soon.”

Hermione went rigid as Draco’s hands slid under her and squeezed her breasts. His long fingers began to deftly unbutton her blouse. Hermione half-tedltedly fought the boy on top of her, letting her clothes be stripped away. Soon she was only in a pair of pink knickers, still lying on her stomach. A shiver swept through her as a searing kiss was placed on the small of her back. It was very soft, but the fervor behind the action burned her senses. The heat flowed within her veins.

Hermione balled her fists in the silky blankets of the bed and sighed with growing desire as Draco trailed lazy kisses up her back. It felt strange to have the young wizard showing this level of affection. Hermione wasn’t used to it. She was accustomed to his aggressive and violent actions. This display from Draco was confusing. Tears began to fill her eyes unbidden and the young witch buried her face in the bed to hide her sobs.

Smiling in satisfaction, Draco sucked lightly at Hermione’s neck. The girl’s soft mewling was like music to his ears. He could feel his prick grow knowing his ministrations had an effect on Hermione. As his tongue swept over her neck, Draco ran his hand down Hermione’s back. Her skin was very soft, smooth. Her body was full, the curves of her hips and buttocks guiding his hand to the centre of her being. Draco wanted to fill her again and again.

Gasping for air, Hermione felt long fingers brush over her panties and tickle her pussy. “Oh,” she squeaked, arching her back.

“You like that?” Draco asked smugly. He licked her ear. When Hermione nodded, Draco pulled away and stood up.

The sudden loss of Draco’s body on top of hers surprised the young witch and she rolled to her back quickly to see where her lover had disappeared. A relieved smile crossed her face when she realized he was just stripping off his clothes. Her smile grew at the sight of Draco flinging his fine garments from him desperately, heedless of how or where they ended up.

Lying on her back, Hermione let her knees fall apart, spreading her legs wide. There was a tingling in her pussy and she liked the feeling. She wanted it to grow. Slipping a hand into her sodden knickers, Hermione moaned loudly as her fingers touched her inflamed lips.

Draco’s eyes snapped to Hermione at the sound of her moan and he stopped all his movements. He was frozen in place. The sight of the bookish girl touching herself so lewdly was something he would not soon forget. He felt his cock grow to new lengths and it hurt to keep it contained any longer. When the cool air of the dungeon hit him as he yanked his boxers off, Draco growled anxiously. The Slytherin teen had to clench his teeth together and strain against the almost overpowering urge to explode right there. It was almost too much. When Hermione threw her head back and sighed in ecstasy, Draco’s knees buckled and he collapsed onto the bed.

“Holy Mother of Merlin, Granger,” Draco breathed in reverence. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Hermione smiled languidly. “Do I have to keep touching myself, Malfoy? Or will you be joining me sometime tonight?”

Draco smirked sinisterly and lunged on top of Hermione. “You asked me to fuck you.”

“That’s right,” Hermione said in a sultry tone. “You haven’t been very helpful so far though.”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “Ask me again. Beg for it, Granger. Make me believe that you really want it.”

“Fuck me, Malfoy,” Hermione whispered as Draco slowly dragged her knickers down her legs. “Please.”

Sneering, Draco spread her legs and leaned forward until his nose was buried in her curls. The scent of her musk filled his head and made him dizzy. It was intoxicating. He looked up into her rich brown eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

Hermione cried out as his tongue swept over her folds. “Please Malfoy. I need it.”

“Say my name!”

“Draco. Please, I need you!”

Review Responses:

JB - harry will face lestrange again, not to worry. it just won’t happen in this story. i have plans. i have to agree with you. hermione is not a happy camper at the moment. she’s a bit out of sorts. i hope she can sort herself out in time for the conclusion to this story in three chapters time.

AriadneElda - such a big event like an attack on hogwarts couldn’t be left out of this story. especially when harry and hermione are involved. It was definitely different then what happened to Theodore. Dumbledore might feel a tad guilty over his actions, but I’m sure he had his reasons (foreshadowing alert). They will make themselves known sometime in the future. It’s the hazards one gets when you split a story into three different ones to try to stay sane and keep it reasonable.

autumnphilia - thanks so much for the kind words. It’s hard to keep all these characters straight and focused. When someone notices, it’s a great thing.

Angela - I’m glad you’re joking. I would be crushed if that ‘boo’ was real. I’m trying to update as fast as I can, but I’m just sooo slow.

keys - I’m curious as to how you came up with the idea that Hermione belongs with draco. Seems like an unusual pair. Especially given their history. And to think, this is just one story in about eight (four for each year). It’s almost mind boggling how much I still have to write. I hope you can stick around to see how things go.

Vival80 - ah, an opinion completely opposite of the last reviewers. That’s great. I love hearing about people’s thoughts on the whole sordid tale I’ve written. Hermione’s had a tough term, but at least she’s learning something. It would be a waste if she didn’t. I’m happy to know you think I’m doing a reasonable job with things. And if I post on another site, I will indeed let everyone know.

Miki - solitude? For Hermione? Surely you jest. Even a bright and clever girl like Hermione can make mistakes. But for how long will she let it go on? That is a question that needs some thought.

dragonlady sakura - I’ll take the title of master if you’re giving it out. Hehe. Thanks for the accolades. I like them. As for all hell breaking out, well we’ll see.

star - thanks. As for harry and Hermione getting together, well with Hermione in Draco’s bed, it doesn’t look good for harry. Of course he has maia. But there’s a little more to go, so you never know.

Classic Cowboy - tell me how you really feel about Draco. Really I would like to know. And it seems like you called it correctly. Hermione and draco smut up above. Even if you don’t like the pairing that’s been in this story, I’m glad you like it. Perhaps it’s because he’s forcing her and she doesn’t really like him. Who knows eh?

cdog21 - I’m a twisting and turning thinker and I like to throw those into my stories a lot. Can’t let it be obvious as to what is going to happen. Harry and maia’s backstory will happen in his story which is in the works. As are other goodies.

traydr vic - glad you liked the chapter, if not the outcome. As for the ron’s eyes thing, I was going for a bit of jealousy there. Guess I didn’t get the metaphor, analogy thing correct. Too subtle? Not to worry about the comment about the other story. No harm done. Just a minor misunderstanding.

Mark - thanks a lot. I look forward to hearing more from you.

Dr. Huff-Puff - yeah, I suppose harry was a little ticked with bellatrix. That won’t be the last you see of her. I’m glad you didn’t miss anything, but I suppose that would be difficult since I had the same problems trying to update the story. I hope it’s going to stop.

MzAngel - love the review. Love it! Keep them coming. Hehe.