Ultimatum

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A/N: Thanks for some of the reviews back that I lost on the last chapter! Here’s chapter 3, this is where the plot comes in a little.

Chapter 3
Slaves

Fingers trailed down her side, soft, gentle caresses. They moved past her hip and down her leg. They slowly moved her leg over a larger male one and then he was inside her. Hot and heavy and thick and long. She moaned at the feeling and felt his hand on her stomach as he thrust into her.

There were *three* ways to have sex?

He whispered softly in her ear as he took her this strange way and she opened her eyes, twisting her head to catch a glimpse of him. She moaned again as he hit a spot that made her shudder like crazy, she felt like every one of her nerves were on fire.

It was slow, an amazing way to wake up. He softly whispered in her ear and kissed and nipped at her neck as he moved in and out of her.

She closed her eyes and the sweet sensations rolled through her. His thrust, sending sparks to all her nerves, setting her on fire; his drag, touching every available centimetre of skin of her inside. She could feel him, every ridge and vein of his impressively large manhood.

She exploded within a matter of minutes, there were too many new sensations. He came with a grunt into her neck soon after her. He stayed buried inside her as he wrapped his arms around her and leaned close to her ear. “You should probably take another shower, your initiation is in an hour.”

She opened her eyes wide. “That’s today?” she asked.

“Mmmhmm, now go or I’ll follow you in and you don’t want to be late,” he warned, regretfully slipping out of her. She got up and ran to the shower.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

“Clothes?” she asked as he held up the robe.

“Well, you can’t very well go down there naked,” Draco said.

Hermione didn’t even know if she remembered how to put clothes on. She had been naked for the past three months.

She had been naked since the night that they had captured her, tore off her clothes and thrown her into the cell. Minutes later, Lucius Malfoy had come in and raped her against the stone floor, violently stealing her virginity. Then two more men had come in and used her before she was finally left alone.

She remembered the day—about a week after that—that Draco had come in. He was smug and smiling and she knew that he was going to rape her, too. But he hadn’t. He had whipped her. She had been so wet by the time he was done, but he didn’t know.

The third day he had visited her he had brought the knife. As he had her strung up to the ceiling he slashed shallow cuts across the expanse below her breasts. He had put his fingers through the blood and then licked it off of her. He then conjured up a bed—which he did every time thereafter—and laid her down on it, stringing her up to the posts. He said that he had to make sure that her blood was clean before he would take her.

When he had entered her, he had then roughly pulled out and glared at her. “Who was it?” he had asked. “Who did you let into your pretty little cunt before me?” He had been angry and so had she.

“Let?” she had countered. “Your fucking father raped me a week ago!”

He had stalked out of the room, his face mottled in anger. When he had finally come back a while later he was wearing a smug grin. He had fucked her then, but it wasn’t exactly the rape that she had endured before.

You can’t rape the willing.

She knew that he knew that she had enjoyed it. From her moaning when he’d entered her to her screaming out his surname when she came, she figured the idea entered his head.

She didn’t find out until a while later that Voldemort had killed Draco’s father. Since Hermione was Draco’s prize and Lucius had touched her, Voldemort had used Avada on him.

For some reason Hermione couldn’t even shed a tear for him.

“Well, you could go naked, but then I would have to hex everyone that put their hands on you,” he said.

“I haven’t worn clothes in so long,” she said.

“I know, and as long as you’re in my room, you don’t have you. If fact, I’d prefer if you didn’t, but out there you have to or there will be many unsavoury characters staring at you.

“Do you only have green?”

“It’s my favourite colour!” he said.

“Fine,” she acquiesced. He helped her dress in the skirt and oxford before giving her the green robes. She threw them on and looked at herself in the mirror. “Wow, clothes,” she said in awe.

“Yes, now come on or we’ll be late.”

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Ginny Weasley-Zabini stood close to her husband as she watched the procession. Malfoy was the last of the Death Eaters to make their prize submit and become a Death Eater as well. All of the other girls had had a bet on how long it would take her to crack. Ginny just wanted to know who it was.

Ginny should have been smarter than believing Zabini when he said the torture would stop when she said that she would receive the mark. Instead he had forced her into marriage, legally binding her to him forever, and he still used her as he had when she was in the dungeons.

Her and the other girls always had contests on how many times their ‘master’ would crucio them a day. Ginny had the most with 27.

Zabini wasn’t half bad compared to Malfoy though and Ginny had a great amount of sympathy for whoever the woman was that was under his command.

Ginny heard Voldemort’s voice ring out across the room. She was in the back so she couldn’t see who it was. “Who is it?” she asked her unwanted husband.

“Be quiet, whore, or you’ll pay,” he said in a tone that held promise of the words.

Ginny slumped down and waited as she heard the Dark Lord’s voice. “Do you take this mark freely?” he asked.

“Yes,” the female voice said, but Ginny knew that she was only saying that to get free of the torture that Malfoy provided.

“And you swear upon your life that you will do as I command?”

“Yes.”

Ginny heard the searing and hiss of burning flesh. She heard the girl moan in pain. She looked down at her own arm and remembered when she had gotten her own. She had passed out.

The crowd parted as Malfoy and his prize walked back to the main doors. Ginny jumped up to get a closer look at the girl, hoping to recognise her. “Hey,” she said, trying to get the girl to face her direction.

She glanced briefly in Ginny’s direction and both girls instantly recognised the other. Hermione was escorted out of the room by Malfoy with Hermione still looking back longingly at her.

“Come on, whore, time to pay,” Blaise said and dragged Ginny by her wrist back to their room. At least she had the prospect of seeing Hermione—whom she had honestly thought was dead—to get her through Zabini’s next round of sexual games.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

“You didn’t tell me that Ginny was here, I want to see her,” Hermione said excitedly.

“I need to tell you something, Hermione,” Draco said, sitting down on the bed and motioning for her to sit beside him. She sat on his lap instead.

“What?” she asked.

Draco took a deep breath. “When we made the plans of capturing you, Voldemort told us that he would give us all a prize. We got to pick the woman of our fancy and the Death Eaters would capture them. I picked you, of course.”

“Why me?” she asked.

“Because you’re beautiful and bloody brilliant and I don’t think I would honestly want another girl in Hogwarts.”

Hermione blushed.

“Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, Nott and I all got our choosing. Voldemort wouldn’t let the girls stay in the house unless you were all Death Eaters first so we each tried to find a way to convince you to switch to our side. Of course, most went with torture because it seems the easiest. Weasley broke first, she had the mark within two weeks of her capture and Zabini gloats all the time about breaking her in that fast. Of course, Crabbe and Goyle got the Patil twins to submit pretty readily, with the promise of the torture ending when they got the mark. Nott got Susan Bones to finally submit about three weeks ago.”

“So I took the longest,” Hermione said. “Do they think you’re weak because of it?”

“They do now, but when they see that you are actually willing and eager, they’ll have much more respect for me,” he said.

“So what does this have to do with me seeing Ginny?” Hermione asked.

“Well, see, because I lo—because you’re willing, I’m leaving you on a free leash. You can pretty much do anything you want. But since Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle and Nott like their women submissive, they keep theirs on a tight leash. They only let them out of the bedrooms when it’s a meal or meeting time and they usually are torturing them during that time. They’re slaves, Hermione,” Draco said.

“Ginny is Zabini’s slave?” Hermione asked sadly.

“Yes, thus why you can’t go see her right now because I’m afraid that the sight that you would come across would not be pretty.”

“Poor Ginny,” Hermione said. She turned on Draco’s lap and straddled him, burying her face in his neck as she cried.

“I’m sorry, Hermione,” he mollified softly, running a hand through her messy curls. “You’ll see her at lunch though and you can talk to her all you want then,” he said. “The girls sit at a different table than the guys.”

“I can’t sit by you?” she asked.

“Not at meals, love. At meetings you can,” he said.

“And how often are meetings?” she asked.

“After dinner every day,” he said. He was about to add that all the guys forced the girls to sit at their feet during the meetings—to show superiority—but he figured she was suffering enough already.

A/N: I hope you’re enjoying. Please leave thoughts in a review!

Temptress~