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 language, violence and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

One Gryffindor witch against seven Slytherin wizards. Impossible odds. Hermione felt the grip of fear clutch at her heart with icy fingers. Her blood ran cold. Seven pairs of eyes regarded her intently, sizing her up. Suddenly, she wished that she had put on all her clothes the moment Draco had run off. Now he was back with reinforcements. The young woman couldn’t believe Draco was able to enlist his whole Quidditch team into attacking her. All Slytherins weren’t cruel, sadistic bastards were they?

Draco’s intent was clear. He wanted to humiliate her, maybe even hurt her. The other teens, by their presence, were just as much of a threat. Hermione knew she couldn’t fight off seven wizards, but maybe if she could fend off a couple, the others would flee. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was all she had.

“Who knew Granger was so fit?” Sven said with a leer, his eyes riveted to her naked breasts.

“She looks tasty enough,” Miles stated. “But I’ve seen better. I suppose she’ll do though. I’m not one to look a gift dragon in the mouth. What the hell is she doing?”

Hermione couldn’t stand still any longer. With a sudden leap, the witch dove for her clothes, searching desperately for her wand. Shocked and confused looks crossed over the faces of the wizards before her. Draco was the only one who reacted to stop her. His wand was in his hand and magic exploded from its tip as he tried to hex her. Luckily his aim was off and as she rolled over the cold hard floor, Hermione found her wand and grasped it tightly.

“Petrificus Totalus!” she cried as she pointed her wand at Draco. The spell flew across the loo and enveloped Crabbe, just missing a ducking Draco. With a heavy thud that Hermione felt along the floor, Crabbe fell.

Sven jumped away from the fallen Slytherin with a yelp. His eyes were wide in surprise. “What the flaming Hell? You said this was a game, Malfoy. You said she wanted us.”

“It looks like she wants to be left alone to me,” Wes muttered.

A small feeling of victory surged through Hermione. Not all of them were there to molest her. “Please!” she called out. “Malfoy wants to hurt me.”

“Hurt you?” Draco laughed. “I don’t want to hurt you, you daft chit. I want to teach you your proper place. And your proper place is at my heel. Imperio!”

The magic hit Hermione hard and she fell to the floor. She wanted to wretch, but fought against the bile in her throat. The witch knew she couldn’t afford the time.

“What the Hell are you doing?” Klaus yelled in horror. “You’ve gone mad!”

Draco turned to face the others. “No. You don’t understand. She asked for this. She wanted it!”

“Oh right. Yeah. Okay then, Malfoy,” Miles said sarcastically. “Seems you have everything in hand. I’ll just take my leave.”

“Yeah,” Sven echoed. “I’m with Miles. I didn’t sign up for this. I’m not of a mind to go to Azkaban.”

“Uh, Draco,” Goyle muttered.

“You can’t go now,” Draco roared. “You’re already accessories. You may as well finish it.”

“Draco!” Goyle said, his voice rising in urgency.

“What?” Draco cried in frustration, spinning to face the large teen. Movement caught his eye. Hermione had risen to her feet and her wand was aimed his way.

With red angry eyes, Hermione glared at the Slytherin. “Stupefy,” she called out loudly. Diving to the floor, Draco cried out shrilly. The magic brushed over his head and slammed into Sven, who fell to the floor unconscious.

“Somebody get that wand out of her hand!” Draco called out desperately.

“How did she do that?” Miles asked in shock. “You cast the Imperius Curse on her. How did she do that?”

“She’s obviously fought it off,” Draco answered quickly.

Wes faced Hermione warily, his wand at the ready. “Impressive Granger. Most impressive. How did you free yourself from the Unforgivable?”

“I’m talented,” Hermione said tartly.

“Indeed.” Wes smiled wickedly at the girl. “I’m sure you are very talented.” His dark eyes scanned her body quickly. “You definitely have some obvious… talents.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes in anger. Two Slytherins were down and out of this little skirmish, but the other five seemed to be regrouping from the initial shock of the situation. Worse, they didn’t seem to be fleeing. Her plan had failed. They may not have come to rape her, thinking that she was a willing participant at first, but the wizards had smelt prey and were now intent on taking her down. She had obviously hurt their male egos. Without taking her eyes off the wizard in front of her, the young witch saw movement off to her right. She was being surrounded! She couldn’t exchange verbal spars with this Slytherin. “Stupefy.”

“Protego,” Wes intoned before he was hit by Hermione’s spell. “Expelliarmus.”

With a resounding ping, Hermione’s wand flew from her hand. She gave a horrified yelp as she watched the thin piece of vine clatter to the floor. Without her wand there was nothing she could do to get away. When she felt a pair of large hands grab her wrists and wrench them behind her back, the girl knew her fate was sealed.

“I have her!” Goyle declared triumphantly. The big oaf laughed at Hermione’s attempts to struggle free. She wasn’t going anywhere so long as he held her.

“You’re good, Granger,” Wes said, eyeing her breasts that jutted out fetchingly thanks to Goyle’s hold on her. “But you obviously need to join a dueling club, since you stood no chance against me.” The seventh year student stepped close, a haughty smirk on his face. With a soft touch, he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, slowly moving his fingers along her neck and then down between her heaving breasts.

Hermione whimpered in growing dread. “Please, just let me go.” she hated the pleading, submissive tone of her voice. She despised that she had gotten into a situation where she had to beg, but it was the only weapon she had left. That, and tears. Her eyes spilled, the salty liquid dripping down her cheeks as she looked imploringly at the Slytherin before her.

“What do you think Goyle?” Wes asked with amusement. “Do you reckon we should let the little tart go?” Goyle shook his head, which caused his whole body to pivot back and forth, swinging the girl in his arms. She looked like a rag doll being flopped around by an over zealous child. Wes shrugged and gave Hermione an innocent look. “I guess we can’t let you go after all, Granger.”

“You high handed, slimy, good for nothing low life,” Hermione seethed. The anger burned within her. These rotten criminals, these foul, loathsome little cockroaches were not going to get the best of her. She may be in a sticky situation, but she had a new plan.

She yelled for help.

The high-pitched scream filled the girl’s restroom and bounced off the walls in a cacophony of ear splitting noise. It reverberated throughout each boy and rattled the windows. Wes recoiled, staggering back from the shrill scream. Klaus had his hands over his ears. Draco was shouting, his mouth working furiously, but his voice was drowned out. Goyle finally clamped his meaty palm over Hermione’s mouth, muting her cry for help.

“Merlin, she’s loud!” Miles exclaimed.

“What?” Klaus asked Miles.

“What?” Miles asked Klaus.

“Huh?” Goyle grunted.

Wes stepped to Hermione again. “Who do you think you are shouting for? No one can hear you. Stupid slag.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes, sending daggers at the seventh year. Wes stepped closer still and the witch smiled behind the oversized hand covering her mouth. Wes’ eyes showed his confusion.

With a roar like a hippopotamus, Goyle let go of Hermione and looked at his hand. “She bit me!” he cried as he stuffed his bleeding fingers into his mouth. “She’s mental,” he mumbled through his aching digits.

With a ferocious smile, Hermione took one step towards Wes, drew back her leg and let loose with a mighty kick between the seventh year’s legs. A choking cough sputtered from his mouth before he fell to his knees and vomited all over the floor. Hermione didn’t spare him a second glance as she sprinted towards the door.

“Stop her!” Draco yelled.

Miles jumped in front of the door and caught the fleeing girl in his arms. Hermione cried out in frustration, but managed to twist free of the keeper’s grasp. She only had to get past this one wizard and she knew she could find help. The portraits would alert Professor Dumbledore. The scream didn’t arouse the alarm because there was most likely a silencing charm around the loo. Miles took a stance that protected his rather sensitive area. He didn’t want to end up on the floor like his teammate. Hermione decided to try something different. Curling her hands into claws, she lunged forward with an angry cry. She was rewarded with a look of sheer terror on the Slytherin’s face.

“Immobulus,” Draco called out. The spell enveloped Hermione and she froze in midair, her nails a scant distance from the shocked keeper. “Hell’s bells, she’s a feisty one, eh lads?” Draco laughed nervously.

“Feisty?” Miles choked, clutching at his pounding heart. “She’s downright scary, she is.”

With a thunderous bang, the restroom door swung open, sending a stunned Miles crashing to the floor. He rolled over onto his back in time to see a shock of red hair rush into the room, followed closely by black hair. A blonde came an instant later. “OH shit,” he muttered as he looked up into the angry faces of Ginny Weasley, Parvati Patil, and Lavender Brown. They all had their wands in their hands and looked quite ready to use them.

Ginny faced the room with her hand on her hip, her wand lowered, but ready to swish and flick as needed. Her pink tee shirt was tight across her chest and rose and fell with each breath she took. ‘Girl Power’ was emblazoned across the front of her top. Parvati stood to the younger girl’s right, her arms crossed over the kimono style blouse, her own wand pointing lazily towards the Slytherins. If any made the slightest move, she could curse them into next week. Lavender was on the far left and was already in the dueler’s stance, ready to press the attack if she had to. She looked ready to hex anyone who so much as breathed wrong. Her fuzzy slippers and light blue pajamas with floating angels overshadowed her intimidating stare.

Frozen a few feet in the air, Hermione thought her three friends looked like beautiful angels sent by some mysterious agent to save a troubled victim from these vile criminals. If her body wasn’t frozen by Draco’s spell she would beam with pride at the three girls.

Between Miles’ legs an ethereal specter rose up out of the floor. His eyes went as wide as saucers as the ghost looked down on him in disdain. “Am I late?” Myrtle asked, turning to face Ginny. “I do hope I didn’t miss anything.”

Ginny surveyed the scene and smiled in awe. She was impressed that Hermione had been able to take three of the wizards out of the fight by herself. A wry grin crossed her face as she noticed that one of the wizards had been bested without the use of magic. That must have been painful! The fifth year witch turned her eyes to Draco. “Let her go, Malfoy!”

“Bullocks,” Draco muttered with a roll of his eyes. “Why should I? There are seven… five of us,” he looked around and noticed Wes still rolling on the floor, holding his hands between his legs. “Get up you fool! You, little girl, only have three. Well four if you count your pet ghost. I say we have the better odds.”

Ginny swished her wrist, flicked her wand and casually said, “Stupefy.” Miles slumped to the floor. “Well, now I say we’re just about even, Malfoy.”

With a heavy, frustrated sigh, Draco sent Hermione flying through the air to land surprisingly lightly in the corner of the loo. With his burden out of the way, he turned back to the three Gryffindor girls. “Expelliarmus!” The three girls dove out of the way of the spell and the room was suddenly alight with magic.

Dust rained down, making things difficult to see. Hermione couldn’t tell friend from foe, but she knew she had to help. Yet, without a wand, she didn’t know what she could do. Shivering slightly, the girl knew that trying to find help in her current state was not a very good idea. It was late. If she ran into the caretaker, or worse, Professor Snape, it was more likely any punishment would fall on her own head. Being practically naked wouldn’t help matters either. It was a sticky situation, still. Maybe if she got her clothes first.

Draco noticed Hermione crawling around the floor. He could see her bushy head bouncing as magic swept the air around. She was sneaking past Goyle, the big teen too intent on trying to obliterate Parvati that he didn’t notice the other witch. Draco thought about calling out to his lackey, but thought better. Two things were likely to happen. Goyle would be too dim to understand and be hexed by the dark skinned beauty, and Draco would give away his position. Instead, he incanted, “Inflamary,” sending a flame across the floor. Ginny had to dive away, giving the Slytherin Quidditch Captain the time he needed. With two quick spells, he released Crabbe from his full body bind and reenergized Sven. “Sven, wake Miles. Crabbe, hex those girls.”

“Where do you think you’re going, slag?”

A strong hand grabbed a handful of Hermione’s hair and pulled her around to face her assailant. Wes Craven’s anger blotched face filled her watery vision. His grip was like a vice and he gave her a shake for good measure. His voice was hoarse and raw, pure hatred dripping from his tongue. “You owe me, Granger,” he spat. Grabbing the front of her blouse, he tore it open. “I’m going to pay you back in kind.”

“Not too bloody likely,” a cold voice said from behind the seventh year Slytherin. Magic flared around Wes. His hand relaxed in Hermione’s hair and slowly the wizard fell to the floor in a heap. Draco stood behind him.

Wobbly knees gave out and Hermione began to sink to the floor also, but Draco caught her in his arms. A dashing smile crossed his features. “It appears that you now owe me, Hermione,” Draco purred charmingly.

Clutching to Draco’s shoulders, Hermione felt her heart thump within her chest. She could feel his strong arms underneath his silk shirt and was mesmerized by the intensity in his piercing grey eyes. She just wanted to drown in their depths. Hermione blinked. She shook her head, to clear the fuzzy thoughts whirling around. Stumbling to stand up, she clutched her torn blouse together. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t need help. I owe you nothing.”

Heedless of Hermione’s words, Draco stepped forward and yanked her to him again. “You owe me at least a kiss.”

Hermione shook her head. “No,” she said half-heartedly. His lips looked so inviting. Would it really hurt to let him have his kiss? Maybe he would leave her alone if she gave in this time. The magical energy in the room crackled around them. Draco’s hair seemed to flow in the air. Hermione could feel the magic surging inside her. Or was that something else? Was it lust, desire for the tall Slytherin that wanted to possess her? Draco seemed to draw nearer. His lips were floating through the air, closing the distance to her own. The corners of his mouth curled upward before parting slightly, bearing in for his victory kiss.

“I said, no!” Hermione gasped just before Draco could claim her. She pushed him away with a fierce shove. She was panting, grasping for breath. It was so hard to breathe. Draco wanted complete control over her, but she wouldn’t have it any longer. She wasn’t going to submit to anyone else’s will ever again.

Shock quickly slid to anger on Draco’s face. “You stupid little mudblood,” Draco hissed through clenched teeth. “Don’t you realize that you are mine? No one will want you after this.” The anger melted away and left a look of pity. “Come to me, Hermione. You have no other choice.”

Hermione couldn’t believe her ears. “Of all the…” She balled her fingers into a tiny fist and let her arm shoot forward. Draco’s head snapped back from the impact and he staggered to his knees. Hermione stood before him, her eyes sparking, energy crackling through her frizzy hair. “Get out of here, Malfoy. You are such an arrogant berk. If I never see you again, it will be too soon.”

Draco quickly stood up to his full height and looked around. His housemates were beaten. Warily, he began to make his way to the door. The other Slytherins stumbled and shuffled after him. Stopping as he opened the door, Draco turned back and fixed his angry, hurt eyes on Hermione. “This is not the end!”

“It’s close enough,” Hermione shot back.

Draco flinched under the hatred in Hermione’s eyes and dashed away. The other Slytherins quickly followed. “You effing slags,” Klaus spat.

Myrtle dropped down in front of him. Her ghostly face contorted and she screamed shrilly. Klaus turned blindly and ran face first into the closed door. The girls laughed as the shamed boy picked himself off the floor and scampered away.

“And stay out!” Myrtle declared as the door to the loo closed.

Author\'s Note: well folks, how did this measure up to what you thought i would do? it was quite amusing to see that some of you thought i could be that cruel as to have hermione get gang raped by the whole quidditch team. i like to put my characters (i use the word \'mine\' in the loosest sense of course since i don\'t own hermione) through the ringer before i give them their big pay off. well, i better get to the reviews. there are so many this time around. that is sooo cool. of course it makes responding to them a bit more time consuming. this will probably be longer than the actual chapter. well, here goes...

tdk - thanks for the kind words. i appreciate it.

JB - well even though ron and harry didn\'t turn up, draco and his cronies did get their asses kicked. i hope that was enough. oh, and no avadas either. hope you can forgive me.

cdog21 - ye of little faith. i never said this was a happy fic. but since the big bruhaha that you feared didn\'t happen, all is well. you don\'t have to give up reading this fic. yet, anyway. muahahahaha.

Kamui - draco take the hint? never. he\'s a bit more arrogant than that. after all, he\'s always right? lol

dragon34 - yep, myrtle had a huge part in saving hermione. she was the one to get the other girls. how\'s that for teamwork?

spaz141 - thanks for the quick eye on that typo. that was too funny. in a sense it wasn\'t a typo since the word was spelled correctly. it was just the wrong word! but geez, you don\'t have much faith in me either. just so you know, i don\'t hate women. i love them. but to have a really happy ending, things need to fall to their bleakest before that ending. that\'s not to say there won\'t be any tragedy in my stories.

traydr vic - how relieved are you that your worst fear was never realized? was it an exciting sequence? what do you think?

ddrinki4 - well she may not have been able to kick all their asses, but she did take out four of them. hope that was enough hehe.

fanny - good luck! thanks for reading.

odraconianlaw - nope, i\'m not over this. it\'s just been taking me longer than when i first started. but the end is drawing near.

betty - sorry you don\'t like the story, but i\'ll take the comparison to \'the story of o\' as a compliment.

darksaber - i don\'t know about checking everyday. i\'m not that fast. maybe once a week. and i\'m rather sad that jori hasn\'t updated in a while. or at least i don\'t think she has. it\'s been months since a new chapter from \'infernal plan\'.

Anon - here\'s more.

nnt - you\'re welcome. hope it was exciting enough for you. if not, tell me where it can be better. i do plan to go back sometime and do an extensive revision.

Vanessa - not sure what you mean that the space between reviews is so long, but i\'m glad you like the story. as for it being hotter because i\'m a guy, well, hehe, what can i say...

Sali - she got out of it with a little help from her friends. what did you think?

Luci - even though you think it\'s a huge compliment that you reviewed (and don\'t get me wrong, i appreciate it) but since i didn\'t know you were even reading, i didn\'t know it was so important to you. anyway, it takes time to write on occasion. you just have to be patient. i hope these last couple of posts were enough.

deedee - maybe draco is very generous and wants the others to know what he\'s got. just a thought.

Queen Sabreen - to me, draco is a rather nasty guy. but he has some redeeming qualities. hope i gave you a peek at them. i actually have a short sequel planned, starring draco. i\'ll try to delve into his character more there.

Mercika - hey, that was the end of the chapter. it was a good cliffhanger. hehe. whetted your appetite for the next installment. hope you liked how it turned out.

Dr. Huff-Puff - you\'ll have to live without the alerts i\'m afraid. i don\'t think it\'s that bad to have to check in every now and then. and if you miss one chapter, maybe you\'ll get to read two at once. silver lining. hehe.

Classic Cowboy - she got out of it. what do you think of that?