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 scenes with course language, nudity, and explicit sexuality. Reader's discretion is advised.




As sleep slowly withdrew its comforting embrace, Hermione burrowed deeper into the blankets. It was chilly and the cold seemed to permeate through to her bones. She pushed back against the warmth behind her, feeling the sleek lines of a lean, yet muscular body. An arm was thrown across her waist in a lazy embrace.

The young woman frowned in her half sleep. Something was out of place. It felt unfamiliar and strange. Hermione’s eyes snapped open when she realized that she wasn’t in her own bed. She gave a little squeak when she felt a growing erection press against her bottom.

Carefully, Hermione raised her head and peered over her shoulder, fearing what she would find; yet knowing for certain before her eyes found the person beside her. She was in bed with Draco Malfoy. Hermione groaned, the sound barely rumbling past her throat. “Shite,” she muttered.

Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. How did she end up in Draco Malfoy’s bed? It was not an ideal place to be. He was a cruel, mean spirited bloke who only cared about himself. His sole mission at Hogwarts over the last five and a half years was to torment and humiliate her and her friends. Draco had used every opportunity to taunt and insult her, and had even sexually assaulted her twice this year. Yet, here she was, Hermione Jane Granger, a poster child for logical and rational thinking, sleeping with the enemy. Even worse, she had gone willingly.

She wanted to blame Draco. After all, his past deeds certainly validated that argument. He was an intimidating individual with the strength and size to coerce almost anyone to do his will. The fact that his father was an influential member of the Wizarding community gave the Malfoy name a political presence that swayed the more nervous Ministry figures, that dunderhead Cornelius Fudge among them. And, if Lucius Malfoy’s political stance didn’t make you give pause, the fact that he was (allegedly) a Death Eater most certainly would. The name Voldemort was still very much taboo to say.

Hermione wondered heatedly how Lucius Malfoy had been released from Azkaban. Wasn’t he caught red handed in the Ministry of Magic trying to steal a prophecy orb from the Department of Mysteries? Didn’t the testimony from half a dozen young adults, as well as a dozen aurors mean anything? Looking at Draco with resentment, Hermione huffed peevishly. “I guess not,” she whispered to herself.

She had gone with Draco without much resistance. It was even her idea to continue seeing him after that one ful nul night. Sadly, Hermione shook her head. No, she couldn’t blame Draco for the shoddy year this had turned out to be.

Hermione pointed the metaphorical finger at Harry next. If he had just gone along with her and her rather kinky game, she wouldn’t have had to resort to Draco. But was it really Harry’s fault? It wasn’t fair of her to demand such a thing of her best friend, especially the way the young witch had gone about it. Harry had been right to be angry. He had been right to seek love elsewhere.

Hermione fought back the tears as despair made a play for her heart. This was her own fault. She was to blame for the spiraling path her life had taken. She saw her life as a giant hole. She had dug as far down as she could go. Looking up, the light was barely visible, but Hermione knew there must be a way out. It was only a matter of finding the first step up.

Gingerly, Hermione scooted over the bed trying not to wake Draco. She wanted to make a clean escape. When the arm around her waist tightened and hauled her back against the smooth chest behind her, she knew she had failed.

“Going somewhere, pet?” Draco drawled sleepily. His piercing grey eyes opened and stared at her intently. There was a look of amusement, as well as contentment in the stormy depths of his eyes. There was also something else that Hermione had trouble placing right away. Her breath left her when realization took hold. It scared her more than the hatred and loathing that she was used to seeing from Draco. The implications were far worse.

Hermione sat up quickly, clutching the blanket to her naked breasts. Avoiding looking into Draco’s eyes, Hermione tried to regain her bearings as well as find her discarded clothes. “It’s late,” she replied shakily. Her eyes closed and an involuntary shiver ran through her body at Draco’s lazy caress of her bare back. This was not a good time for dallying.

“Nonsense,” Draco laughed. “It’s so very early. The sun isn’t even up yet.”

“How can you tell? In case you missed it, we’re in the dungeons.” Hermione made to stand but Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her down forcefully.

“For someone who is always going on about reading “Hogwarts: A History,” you seem to be forgetting that the Great Hall isn’t the only room enchanted. All the dungeons have been charmed to let sunlight shine in.” Draco sat up behind Hermione and kissed her shoulder tenderly. “Now since you woke me so early, I think you owe me something.”

“No Malfoy,” Hermione abruptly said. “I need to go.”

“Back to Malfoy, is it?” Draco frowned. “Whatever happened to ‘Draco’, Granger?”

Ignoring the teen in bed, Hermione began to dress hurriedly. She could sense Draco’s annoyance grow and the bushy haired girl didn’t want to be there when he vented his anger. With her skirt pulled on and her blouse dangling from her shoulders, Hermione dashed to the door. Her heart thumped in her chest as her hand reached for the door. It looked like she was going to succeed with her escape.

Cold air from the drafty corridors washed over her as the door cracked open a few centimeters before a blast of magic slammed the heavy wood shut again. Hermione jumped in fright and spun around quickly. Draco was standing beside the bed, wand in hand and a fierce expression on his face.

“Let me out, Malfoy,” Hermione ordered.

Sighing heavily, Draco rolled his eyes in frustration. “I see how it is. And here I thought we were passed this silly game.”

“What game? What are you on about?” Hermione asked in confusion. When Draco raised his wand and pointed it at her, Hermione gasped in shock. “No! This isn’t about that…”

“Imperio,” Draco uttered, the magic coursing at Hermione. The force of the magic knocked Hermione backward, sending the girl crashing into the wall. The breath was knocked from her body and she fell to her knees. “Bullocks,” Draco cursed worriedly and raced forward. Gingerly, he raised her chin and looked into her chocolate colored eyes.

“You silly little tart,” Draco scolded. There was relief in his eyes as he gazed at Hermione. “You should know better by now. Get up. You’re right as rain.”

Wincing slightly, Hermione rose to her unsteady feet. Her eyes glared murderously at Draco, who smirked back. With a wink, the tall teen bent forward and kissed his slave soundly. “Right then,” Draco said happily. “Strip off those silly clothes. No need for them at the present. I want to look at that delicious body of yours.” Licking his lips, Draco added. “I may just have a taste too.”

As her fingers deftly removed her blouse, Hermione appraised Draco. For the first time Hermione saw him totally at ease with his surroundings. There was no forced control or bravado. This was Draco Malfoy, the young man, not Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin. He was grinning boyishly as he watched Hermione drop her skirt to the floor. His hair was slightly mussed from sleeping all night, making him look charmingly rakish. The young wizard was leaning against the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. His smile tugged the corners of his mouth upward. The image reminded her of someone else, another boy who’s hair was perpetually messy, whose smile was just as rare but just as beguiling. Draco Malfoy looked like Harry Potter at that moment and the realization almost made Hermione laugh out loud. The two boys were opposite sides of the same coin.

Scolding herself inwardly for thinking of Harry, Hermione made up her mind. With a soft smile, she let her knickers drop to the floor, exposing herself to Draco.

Draco pushed himself away from the bed and slowly circled Hermione. He was the predator again. His intentions were clear, but Draco surprised the girl when his hand slapped her ass. A small gasp exploded from Hermione’s mouth. “For trying to run away, Granger,” Draco whispered seductively into her ear. “I believe you should be punished. A naughty little girl deserves a spanking.”

Hermione’s eyes saucered and her mouth formed a large ‘O’. She had never been spanked before. A flicker of fear ignited in her belly, even as the heat of excitement pulsed between her legs. “Bend over the bed, pet. Keep those legs straight. I want your arse high.”

Doing as she was told, Hermione buried her face into the mattress and waited anxiously for Draco to slap her. It seemed to last forever and the bushy haired girl began to wonder if she was alone in the room. When Draco’s cool hand touched her bottom in a gentle caress, Hermione gave a little shriek. Draco’s chuckle echoed in her ears. He stood up behind her and leaned over her back to whisper in her ear. “Relax Hermione. It will hurt more if you tense up.” his voice was silky and made Hermione shiver. His hands on her bum were warm and gently kneaded the soft flesh, making Hermione sigh in appreciation.

Hermione could feel the warmth of Draco’s hands burn into her, the fire centering between her legs. Her juices began to slide down her legs but did nothing to douse the fire she felt within. A moan blew from her mouth. That was when Draco slapped her. Hermione’s eyes snapped open and she winced in pain.

Draco leaned over her again, pressing his body to hers. “Count them out for me, luv.”

His hand slapped her again. “Two,” Hermione choked out.

“No, no, no. You must start at one. Always at one.”

Draco struck her again. “One,” Hermione called out with a quaver in her voice.

“One, what?” Draco laughed as he cuffed her ass again, the skin reddening under his assault.

“Ah!” Hermione moaned. “I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“Who am I Hermione?” Draco asked as his hand swatted her other cheek.

“Draco Malfoy,” Hermione said in confusion.

“Well, right you are, but not the answer I was looking for,” Draco laughed, enjoying his game. His hand came down on Hermione again. “Who am I to you?”

“You’re my torturer,” Hermione panted. Her bottom felt on fire, the skin tingling. Tears were slowly sliding down her face.

Draco guffawed at Hermione’s words. Softly caressing her ass, he whispered into her ear. “I am your master.”

“What?” she shrieked in outrage, but at the sharp slap of Draco’s hand, her voice hitched in her throat. “Fine. Fine, that’s six Master.”

Hitting her for the seventh time, Draco smiled evilly. “I haven’t even begun yet, my pet. Do get it right, would you.”

Finally understanding the game, Hermione cried out, “One, Master,” as Draco hit her again. Draco slapped her nine more times, finally stopping when Hermione whimpered, “Ten, Master.” with her legs shaking violently, the girl sobbed into the blanket, her fists clenched weakly in the silky fabric.

With a gentle hand, Draco rubbed his fingers over Hermione’s reddened ass. She could feel the cheeks of her bum throb with pain. The lightest touch made her wince. The young witch couldn’t understand how something like this could be a prelude to sex. It boggled the mind that people actually practiced such torture willingly and even got off on it. Hermione didn’t believe she would ever be sexually aroused again.

Draco slid his fingers between her legs and stroked her pussy. A hitched gasp exhaled from her mouth and her body spasmed back into Draco’s probing hand. The pulsing ache from her ass intensified the sensations that the tall blonde brought forth with his touch, sending Hermione into orgasmic bliss. Her body shook with ecstasy. “Oh. My. God!” Hermione cried out.

Smiling, Draco pressed his lips to Hermione’s backside as he continued to caress her pussy. Even to his warm lips, Hermione’s skin seemed to burn like a volcano. A smug satisfaction filled him at the girl’s cries for more. He knew she was experiencing something for the first time. Pushing his fingers into her dripping cunt, Draco ran his tongue along her pussy and slid it up to circle her puckered asshole.

Hermione squealed at the strange sensation that Draco’s touch produced in her. It was surprising how arousing it was. She could feel more wetness seep out of her, coating Draco’s fingers. “Draco…” Hermione groaned. “an Man Master. Ugh! What are you… That feels so…” Her gasping grunts made Draco smile as he tongued her.

“Do you like that, luv?” Draco asked in amusement. Hermione could only cry out in need, her body shivering in pleasure. “Would you like more?”

“Yes!” Hermione exclaimed. She ground her hips on Draco’s hand, riding the waves of bliss.

“Tell me then.”

“Malfoy… No, Draco…” Hermione whined breathily. “MASTER! I want you in me. Please, I need it.”

“Where do you want me, Hermione?” Draco asked as he licked her ass again.

Hermione curled her back, raising her backside closer to the Slytherin. She wobbled on her tiptoes for more. “Anywhere! Oh Hell. In the arse! Fuck me in the arse.”

Draco smirked in triumph. He stood up behind Hermione and slid his hard cock along her pussy, letting her arousal coat him slick. Just to make sure he was adequately lubricated, Draco thrust into her pussy several times, eliciting a feral growl from the girl. His face grew serious as he slipped out of her pussy and pressed against her ass. A bead of perspiration formed on his brow as he slowly began to push into her.

It seemed to take forever for Draco to push into her. The feeling of him inside her ass was strange, seeming to fill her even more. Hermione squirmed under the teen behind her, not able to get comfortable, even as her body tingled pleasantly. When Draco was finally able to push his length fully into her, both teens were breathing heavily from both desire and exhaustion.

“Merlin, you are tight,” Draco gasped. He kissed her neck before pulling back a little. He could feel Hermione’s body clutch at him all the harder.

Hermione was past all coherency. All she was capable of were throaty moans and breathy gasps. Draco pounding into her body was more than she could bear. She grabbed desperately at the bed, hoping fervently for a quick end. Pleasure rolled through her and she shook violently. In that instant lights blasted before her eyes, but instead of seeing the brilliant stars of bliss, she saw Draco Malfoy’s taunting smirk. She saw Ron’s look of outrage. She saw the disappointment on her parent’s faces. She saw the hurt and betrayal radiating off Harry. Finally, she saw herself. Not the happy innocent little girl she used to be, but a hollow shell of a woman who walked hand in hand with the ideals and morals not her own. She was shackled to a way of life that left her bereft of love and happiness. The woman Hermione saw was a weak willed slave, not able to act on her own, not able to think freely.

Retching violently, Hermione jerked away from Draco and fell to the floor. The young witch curled into a ball and let her emotions explode from her. The guilt and shame of how she had acted these last three months crashed over her in a tidal wave of retribution. This suffering was her penance.

“What the bleeding Hell?” Draco sputtered at the sight of the cowering girl. He quickly knelt down beside Hermione and put his hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Hermione recoiled from Draco’s touch. “Don’t touch me!” she yelled. Draco backed away quickly, like he had been struck. Hermione saw his face harden with anger. Feeling weaker than she had ever felt before, she got to her feet and quickly retrieved her clothing. Holding her clothes in front of her, Hermione looked up at Draco. “Stay away from me from now on Malfoy. This… us, is over. I can’t do it anymore.”

Draco was gob smacked. He watched as Hermione anxiously put her clothes on. His mouth hung open stupidly. With one last look at Draco, Hermione fled the chamber. She wasn’t going to wait around for the pale wizard to snap out of his comatose state. She didn’t want to be there for the inevitable explosion. The thought of how the Slytherin would act around her now was frightening. Would he tell everyone what a slag she was? Would he try to hurt her again?

Hermione wasn’t afraid of the latter. Her worries stemmed from her secrets being exposed. Hermione didn’t want the rest of Hogwarts to know her sordid skeletons, even though the girl figured she could weather the scandal. What she didn’t think she could deal with was if Harry and Ron found out. It was their opinion that mattered to her. She remembered well how Ron had acted when he thought she was betraying Harry to Victor Krum. It would be so much worse with Draco as the other man. Hermione didn’t know how Harry would react. Would he feel betrayed or hurt? Would he be jealous? Maybe, because he was with Maia Jeinsen, he wouldn’t even care. Hermione figured Harry not caring would be far worse than anything else. That would mean The Boy Who Lived no longer wanted her as a friend. That he no longer wanted her in his life. No, it was imperative that no one find out about her tryst with Draco Malfoy.

Hermione flew through the corridors of Hogwarts thankful that it was so early. No one appeared to be awake yet, not even Peeves the Poltergeist. Hermione felt wretched and didn’t want to come across anyone in her state. She just wanted to get to her dorm room, take a long cleansing bath and get on with her life. Chalk the time she spent with Draco as a learning experience. She smiled lightly. Hermione felt lighter than she had in ages.

When she arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady, Hermione had to tap the frame to wake the woman in the pink dress before the picture swung open. “Out all night,” the portrait grumbled. “No manners at all. No sense of propriety.”

Ignoring the mutterings of the portrait, Hermione hurried inside. She finally felt safe. All she needed was a good scouring charm to remove the taint that Draco had left on her and she would be able to face the world once again.

“Hermione!”

Like a child that has been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Hermione stood frozen to the spot as the door behind her clicked closed. Her eyes stared unblinkingly at the boys in front of her. One looked furious, his face contorted in rage, the colour in his cheeks almost the colour of his hair. The other had a perplexed expression. His glasses hid his eyes as the candlelight reflected off the glass. He held clenched tightly in his hand a thick folded parchment. It was the Marauder’s Map.

“You were out all night,” Harry stated incredulously, a note of panic in his voice. “We waited for you to come back but you didn’t.”

“I needed to think, Harry,” Hermione said softly. She couldn’t look into her friend’s eyes.

Harry circled her slowly, checking her up and down while Ron huffed in front of her. The flaming haired teen stammered in anger, “We saw…”

Hermione looked up into Ron’s blue eyes and turned away quickly. “They know!” she thought forlornly. “They must hate me now.”

“Ron and I were waiting for you Hermione,” Harry repeated. “But we must have fallen asleep because I woke up when Ginny came down to check on us. I made her go check to see if you had come back while we slept, but you hadn’t.” Harry slowly unfolded the Marauder’s Map and jabbed his finger at the spot where he had seen Hermione and Draco’s names. The room was now empty. “I… we needed to know where you were. You could have been hurt. Death Eaters might still have been around. I checked the map and saw you with Malfoy. Here!” Harry poked the map some more and Hermione worried that he would poke a hole right through it.

“I’ll kill him,” Ron exclaimed.

Hermione snapped her eyes up to Ron. “What?”

Harry grabbed Hermione’s shoulders and turned her to face him. He scanned her face and then slowly looked down her body. Hermione blushed and tried to pull free but Harry wouldn’t let go. “Did he hurt you? What did that slimy Slytherin ferret do to you?”

Hermione let out a bark of laughter. Harry and Ron hadn’t realized what exactly had happened in the room. They didn’t know! A flicker of worry crossed her face. “Noth Mal Malfoy didn’t hurt me. It was… it was just…”

“What?” Ron shouted. “Tell us. Tell us so we can kill him.”

“Will you two keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep in a tad longer.” Ginny stepped down the stairs and into the common room. She ran her hand through her fiery locks and gave Hermione a clandestine wink. “What’s all the commotion about?”

“Malfoy attacked Hermione last night,” Ron exclaimed.

“He did not,” Hermione countered timidly.

“What happened then?” Harry asked. “Why were you with Malfoy?”
Hermione opened her mouth but nothing came out. She had no explanation. She couldn’t think of anything to calm the boys down. She looked to Ginny in panic. The younger girl just smiled.

Making a dramatic gesture with her arms, Ginny sighed heavily. “My word, you two are just so excitable. They were just scheduled to do rounds this morning. You should know that Ron. You have to do them tomorrow.”

“I do?” Ron asked, standing up straight quickly. He ran his hand through his hair in confusion. “Wait a tick. How do you know this?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen the schedule. I’m on it too. I was made a prefect this year. Duh!” Ginny looked over to Hermione and gave her a wide reassuring smile.

Sighing in relief, Hermione walked over to her friend and linked arms with her. She pulled Ginny to the stairs and stepped onto the first step. “Thanks for your concern guys, but what I really need right now is a long hot bath. I’ll see you in a bit.” the two girls dashed up the stairs leaving Harry and Ron looking up after them in confusion.

“Thanks Ginny,” Hermione said as the two girls swept into Hermione’s dormitory. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“You would have had to tell Harry and Ron everything.” Ginny laughed at Hermione’s visible wince. Leaning in conspiratorially, Ginny whispered, “Like you’re going to have to tell me everything.”

Hermione coughed in shock. “What?”

“Don’t forget about us,” Lavender called happily from her bed. She was poking her head out of the curtains of her four-poster bed along with Parvati. They smiled merrily at Hermione’s trapped expression.

Defeated, Hermione nodded and the other girls clapped and laughed. “May I have a bath first? Let me cleanse my body and then I’ll cleanse my soul.”


Review Responses:

star - harry not deserve hermione? what is this world coming to? thanks for the review. i'm glad i got it hot enough for you. how did this chapter measure up to the heat scale?

Apollonia - sigh. another reviewer who thinks i'm a woman. must be the rubber suit. i'm an evil man. or duck. whichever you prefer, but just so you know, i'm not a woman. just a minor nit. and actually it wasn't left as a cliffhanger. you just needed to see that hermione submitted to draco without the curse and her reasons behind it.

spaz141 - thanks for the recommendation. i'll consider it. i have my eye on a different site at the moment though, so if that works out i'll let you know. as for hermione's encounter with draco, i'm not so sure it set her back actually. what do you think?

mac - thanks for the kind words.

cdog21 - now that's high praise. i'm glad you liked the chapter and finally liked the pairing of hermione and draco. seems i wove this relationship pretty well. hehe. okay my arm hurts from patting myself on the back. i'll stop now. considering you hate hermione/draco stories, i'm really pleased that you have stuck through this with me and enjoy the tale (at least to some extent). i hope you stick around for more from my twisted imagination once i finally finish this very long story.

keys - i know there are fans of this pairing. it's an interesting choice, that's for sure and fun to write. thanks for your support and stay tuned for more soon.

traydr vic - i always find it funny that you so hate this pairing but then come out and say it was a hot scene. that is too laugh. anyway, yes draco is a despicable cad and all that, but i don't see it that hard to believe that he would develop feelings for hermione. she's awfully sweet after all. but that could be a moot point now that hermione has called it off. what will draco do now? only time will tell. muahahaha.

Classic Cowboy - thanks for your comments. i agree with them. draco is necessary to canon and yes he is the anti-harry. he's more of a foe that is on hermione and ron's level though. i feel that he will get his just desserts from one of them instead of harry, since harry has to deal with voldemort. but that's off topic. your questions will be answered (in time). you just have to stick it out for another couple years because that's how long it will take for me to finish everything i want to. there's harry's story and ron's story and then the sequels. i have too much imagination and not enough fingers to type it all down. sigh.

autumnphilia - thanks for the yummy review. i love it.

AriadneElda - i'm all about twists. can't let you expect how a story will go. you are very correct about the use of the imperius curse. that was the first time he hadn't used it. wink wink.

Dr. Huff-Puff - glad you were so excited about the update. hehe. hopefully this one gets you as equally excited. just so you know, they weren't actually holding hands in the affectionate kind of way. it was more draco leading hermione along, but it could look like they were being affectionate. what if a rumour started from that? hmmm. interesting idea eh? lol.