Beauty

Disclaimer: Since I live in Texas and not in a Scottish castle, anything that you recognize is not mine. It belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling. I promise that I will put the characters back where they belong after I’m done playing with them.

AN: Please review and let me know what you think! I’d love to see if this is worth continuing.

Chapter 3.

The Road to the Castle

Hermione awoke the next morning, desire still throbbing between her legs. She shifted slightly, feeling Draco’s erection pressing into her back. She held back a moan of desire and she felt her juices begin to flood her lower body as she pressed herself against his sex.

Draco felt Hermione pressing against him and bit his lip to stop the groan. Languidly, his right hand moved from where it was resting on her stomach to her breast and he softly squeezed. Hermione’s head moved back as her body arched in desire as he pinched her nipple lightly.

As her hips moved back in desire, Draco quickly thrust into her sex, causing her to gasp out in pleasure as he filled her. His hips began to thrust, slowly and deeply, hitting the fleshy part inside of her with every stroke and soon her walls began to clench around him, milking his cock to completion.

Draco got up out of bed and looked at Hermione, her body spent in pleasure. He snapped his fingers and she looked at him in wariness. “You will be my chambermaid,” he said sternly. Hermione looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he was saying. Draco saw her look and clarified for her. “Your duties will be to clean my chamber in the morning and also assist with helping me groom.”

Hermione nodded her understanding.

“Now, assist me in getting dressed,” Draco said.

Hermione scuttled out of the bed and began to walk to where his clothes where.

“No,” Draco said. “You may never walk without permission from your Prince. On your hands and knees,” he ordered.

Hermione nodded, her long hair falling around her as she lowered herself to her hands and knees and crawled to his clothes. Picking them up gingerly, she slowly made her way back to him.

“You must not use your hands, unless they are necessary,” he told her as she helped him step into the leather pants. “And you must not use any magic,” he cautioned.

“Yes, My Prince,” she said softly as she fumbled with the ties on his trousers. She finally managed to tighten the ties by pulling on them with her teeth.

When she was done helping him get dressed, she sat on her knees in front of him. Her body was reacting to his nearness and her desire for him had increased. She had an urge to cover her body from his perusal, but refrained, knowing that it would displease him.

Draco looked at her, oblivious that she was displeased with the fact that she was naked while he was fully clothed. “You will straighten up the chamber, while I go and speak to your parents.”

Hermione nodded and as he left the room, she began to straighten up the bed. Whilst she was cleaning, she was thinking over everything in her head. It was obvious that the Prince wanted her, but he made her feel things she had never felt before. She was ashamed at her wanton actions and felt a blush creeping up her face at the memories of her previous day. With heat rising throughout her body, she quickly began to make up the bed.

As soon as she was finished, she heard the door open up and Draco walked in with her parents. Her father would not look in her direction, but her mother gazed at her, regret in her eyes.

“Please, Prince Draco. Please reconsider. She is our only child,” her father pleaded.

“Your Majesty, as I stated. I did break your kingdom from a terrible curse and I would like your daughter to serve in my court as you served in my grandfather’s court,” Draco explained patiently.

“But Hermione is our daughter!” The Queen exclaimed.

“Yes and she will be greatly changed by her experience as you were, Your Highness.”

The Queen tried to suppress her tears. “How long will she serve you, Prince Draco?” She looked at him with worried eyes. “Surely you can’t mean to take her forever.”

Draco smiled. “No, it is as it was when you served. She will be returned, greatly enhanced with wisdom. We will leave today,” he said with conviction.

Both of them looked at him. “But it is winter and there is snow on the ground. Can she at least wear clothes until you reach the castle?” he asked in a worried voice.

Draco smiled. “No need. We have perfected warming charms, so she will not harmed by the cold weather.” With that statement, he withdrew his wand and quickly cast the charm, ensuring that Hermione would not be harmed by the frigid temperatures.

The King and Queen nodded morosely as the bowed to the Draco’s will out of gratitude. The Queen walked over to Hermione. “It is true, Hermione. You will learn a great deal during your servitude. It will enhance you greatly. Just do as the Prince wishes and soon you will be returned to us.” She bent over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to exit the room with the King.

Hermione stared after them, the hope that her parents would rescue her from her confused feeling fluttered away. The tears crept down her cheeks as she bowed her head to the floor.

Draco watched her and knelt beside her. “Princess Hermione, don’t feel sad. Your time in servitude will fly by and before you know it, you will be back here with your parents, although I do believe that I will still call you Beauty. It suits you more than Hermione does.” He gently wiped a tear away before picking her up and putting her over his shoulder and striding out of the castle.

His guard was waiting for him by the castle gates and he mounted his broom with ease. Hermione closed her eyes, trying to suppress her shudder as the broom rose above the treetops.

Draco felt her shudder. “What’s wrong, Beauty?” he asked as he slowed their speed down.

“I’m terrified of flying, my Prince,” she admitted softly.

“Don’t worry, Beauty,” he said reassuringly. “Nothing will happen to you when you are with me.”

Hermione closed her eyes again, feeling his gloved hand caressing her bottom before delivering a couple of hard slaps. She cried out in pain before she could stop herself, but as the head flooded her buttocks, she felt her fear ebbing. She closed her eyes, her tears increasing as he fingers began to stroke her labia in between slaps.

Draco could feel the fear ebbing out of her body with the hard slaps on her buttocks, so he increased his slaps, alternating with soft caresses on her sex until she was moaning in anticipation. His own sex has hard and throbbing and begging for release, but he ignored it, wanting to ease the fear of his Princess.

Around noon, he noticed that they were coming up to a village loyal to him and his mother, so he signaled for a rest. The small group brought there brooms to a halt outside of an inn. He lowered Hermione to rest on her feet on the hard packed dirt in front of the door. “Clasp her hand on your neck and show off your lovely assets,” he said after giving her breasts a couple of slaps.

Hermione nodded, feeling vulnerable with the villager’s eyes on her. The tears began to prick her eyes again as she followed Draco silently into the inn, where the innkeeper sat them at a table in the front. He motioned for Hermione to kneel on the floor next to his chair as they were brought food.

Smiling, he fed her bits of his food, like she was his pet, noticing the admiring glances from the villagers. “You are doing beautifully,” he said as she gracefully took a bite of meat from his fingers.

Hermione bowed her head, allowing her hair to fall in a concealing curtain around her face. She felt so exposed.

“Put your hair behind you, Beauty,” Draco ordered sternly.

Hermione quickly complied, feeling a flush come over her body as Draco turned to his Captain of the Guard. “Sirius, place her in front of the door; bind her hands above her head. Allow no one to touch her, but make sure she doesn’t hide her face.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Sirius replied as he stood.

Hermione raised her eyes to Draco’s, silently begging him not to make her do that. He just motioned his head towards the door. Silently, Hermione crawled towards the door, until Sirius’ voice commanded her to rise.

Being careful not to touch her, he pointed to a spot to the right of the door. “Stand there, your legs wide apart,” he said. Then he pointed his wand at her and she felt her body being bound into place, with her arms over her head.

The villagers milled around her, whispering to each other over her beauty.

“She’s perfect, there’s not a flaw on her,” said one woman, dressed in a ragged robe. “No wonder the Prince looks at her in adoration.”

Hermione stared at the ground. It’s better than looking at their leering eyes, she thought to herself.

After what seemed like an eternity, Draco emerged from the end, smiling as the villagers called out their gratitude to him. Once wizard, who was a little worn around the edges smiled at the Prince. “She’s perfect, your highness. Absolutely lovely.”

Draco smiled at the man. “Would you like to examine her, good sir?” he asked politely.

The man grinned widely as he stepped forward. “Thank you so much, your highness,” he said before gingerly reaching out a hand and caressing Hermione’s breast. He played with the nipple, causing it to harden into a pebble.

Hermione bit her lip as she felt her body react to him, a common man. She whimpered a bit as the man’s hand lowered down her body, testing her folds, feeling her wetness. Her hips moved of their own violation.

“That’s enough,” came Draco’s stern voice. He quickly released the spell holding her before commanding her to walk in front of him as he mounted his broom.

With shudders of pleasure wracking her body, she walked through the snow—not feeling its icy temperature—out of the village.

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AN: Wow. So many hits! I’m flattered you guys! So, for those of you who have read the trilogy, I have a question for you. I spent some time, trying to figure out who each character would be and there is only one that I am having problems with. I have no clue who Lord Stefan will be. You’re suggestion will be much appreciated. I do have a couple of conditions. One, it can’t be Neville. I’m using him for something else. Also, it can not be a Weasley since Tristan is going to be Charlie and I don’t write any incest. So, please review and let me know your thoughts!

Lilith – Thanks! Originally I was going to have Ron and Harry as Tristan and Laurant, but so many people have expressed a desire to see Harry as Alexi, that it inspired my muse! So yes, Alexi will be Harry! You’re desire for the village/spanking scene will come true in the next chapter. :D

LunaSeay – Thanks! I love Dramione as well, but alas, it’s not meant to be in this story. Although, I am posting a Dramione fic on Fanfiction.net under the name: Visited Upon the Son. There’s not any smut in it as of yet, but I think it’s a nice little story. I hope that I keep meeting your expectations. If you want to see something in particular, just let me know. I’m will to write almost anything except incest. :D

Katlyn – Thanks! Yes, that is where the inspiration came from. What would you like to see from the story? My muse is up in the air on this one, so I can try to do any special requests if you like.

Pfeil – She will not end up with Draco, but with his imperious attitude, he was the perfect person to play the role of the Crown Prince. I can also promise, that while she will sleep with at least 5 other “Princes”, maybe more if my muse wants to see it, she will not end up with either Ron or Harry. Who do you want to see her with?

Okay guys…You know the drill, hit the little review button and tell me what you want. I will take requests!