Life in an Alien Land 1: In the Land of My Enemy

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Life In an Alien Land

Chapter 3

Lucius supported Hermione to a rough stool as Molly fluttered around making a nuisance of herself. Ron approached her, his expression contrite. He stepped forward as he took her hands in his. He bent on one knee. "Hermione, please forgive me."

"No." Hermione turned from him, hiding her face behind her mass of bushy curls. "I can't do that. You don't know... what I've had to do to survive."

She refused to cry for her lost love and his betrayal. As she had done a year before while in the company of the worst of the Death Eaters, she raised her chin imperiously. "I have a new life now."

Ron took a step back at her vehemence, a speculative look on his long-nosed face. He took in her state of dishabille and her full breasts that were beginning to ache from the need to feed her child. Hermione flushed not really wanting to have to explain her strange living arrangement. Before she could speak further, Ron gave a derisive snort. "I should have known you would land on your feet, Hermione. Or was it your back you landed on?"

The elder Malfoy rounded on the boy, his tone glacial as he spoke. "I do not believe it was her choice to be in this situation, Mr. Weasley. I seem to remember you selling her for the lives of your mother and sister."

Molly turned a shocked countenance toward her son. "Is that true?"

"Well, they said they had you and... What was I supposed to do?" Ron's face suffused with red. "Well?"

Ginny jumped to her feet, brandishing her wand at her brother. "I knew you weren't telling us the whole story. I knew Hermione would never leave us to that... Horror."

Snape finally intervened as he placed his graceful hand over Ginny's, his touch gentle. It was the first time Hermione could remember the dark wizard touching anyone within her memory and she was interested in the impact he had on her redheaded friend. The girl positively glowed as she looked up at him. Snape's lips went slack and for a moment, it seemed as if no one else was in the room as his eyes ravaged her features and she returned the look in kind. "Please, put your wand away, Ginevra."

Ginny slid the wand back up her sleeve and for a moment, Hermione was jealous of her friend for her ability to use magic and for the look that Snape had given her. Hermione ached for normalcy in a way that she had not since her ordeal began. Lucius, as if sensing Hermione's mood, eased into a crouch next to the mother of his child, placing his arm around her in a protective gesture. Molly's sharp hiss broke the silence of the tableau as Hermione twined her fingers with Lucius'. Malfoy quirked a pale brow at the older woman. "Miss Granger was given to my family, after your son's betrayal of her to the Dark Lord, as a breeding partner. She bore my child two months ago. My son is now attempting to impregnate her. If you have some sense about you, you will realise none of us had any choice in the matter. My son has become quite attached to her. I suggest you tread lightly around him, Mr. Weasley."

Ron began to speak but his noise was arrested by a frigid glare from his mother. Molly turned to Hermione and said, as she hugged her to her motherly bosom, "We've all had to do things to survive that we aren't proud of. I wish things could have been different, Hermione, but I'll always consider you one of my own."

Hermione felt tears pool in her eyes as the older woman patted her back in soothing circles. Snape interrupted with a scornful snort and Hermione was hard pressed not to giggle at the former Spy's legendary tactlessness. She broke from Molly with a tearful thank you, and then turned her attention to the matter at hand. With a watery smile she asked, "So, does anyone care to tell me how you all came back from the dead?"

&*&*&

Draco woke to an empty and cold bed. He remembered where he was and padded next door, only to find her bed empty also. Fury was the first emotion to fill his mind as he thought of where Hermione might be. He should have gone to her room last evening after he secured the others in their priest-hole. Father would never bother her if she were with Draco.

It wasn't fair, he thought, Father promised her to me. The old man had no interest in Granger and had only fucked her to get her pregnant.

Draco slammed the door as went back to his room. He pulled on his trousers and the shirt he had worn the evening before. He heard the brat crying and cursed as he realised he had to take care of his little sister. If he did not, Hermione might not let him be with her the way he needed to be. His mind shied away from the erotic image of Hermione suckling both Draco and the infant that first night that she had milk. His cock grew hard thinking of drinking down her milk. He loved supping from her body. Drinking her essence seemed like the second most perfect moment of communion to him. He paused, listening to the brat howl. He knew from his reading that if Hermione did not keep breastfeeding she would lose her milk. He could live without her milk, he supposed, but she might be diminished sexually for him. He needed that most intimate form of love since he had no mother of his own. Draco did not want to analyse what that all meant. All he knew is that he needed her tits filled with milk to survive.

His decision made, he entered her room and picked up the girl. He had refused to touch her, so great was his jealousy at the closeness the infant shared with Hermione. He wanted that and could only achieve it when he fucked Hermione and when he ate from her. He knew Hermione preferred his father. She had cried the first time Draco fucked her after she had his father's brat, so he always wanked off until he was ready to come, then he entered her. He loved her that much that he would forego the pleasure of her cunt. He thought that maybe his line of thinking was faulty. So many of the thoughts swirling around his cranium seemed to be these days. Maybe he would ask her if she wanted his cock in her longer. He would like that.

The infant looked at him with her forget-me-not eyes and suddenly Draco felt powerful. He could understand for a moment how this little life drew his father and Hermione. Delphine smiled and quieted as he jiggled her. Once she no longer fussed at him, he ran a finger down her cheek. She automatically sought his touch with her mouth. She was, it seemed, as hungry for her mother's milk as he was. He spoke his first words to her, "Delphine, I think we understand each other now. Let's go find Mummy so that she can feed us."

&*&*&

"We used Golems, really quite simple magic on the face of it." Snape said in his driest Professorial tone. He had gathered Ginny to his side and smiled down at her while he spoke. "We arranged with Lucius to be apprehended so that we might work within the confines of his Manor. Things have become quite unstable."

Lucius nodded. "The Dark Lord, since the death of his familiar, has become increasingly paranoid. Tonight was the first time he has left Riddle Manor in a year. We know that you, Hermione, Mr. Potter and Weasley were working on a project for Dumbledore the last year of the war. We need to know what it was."

Hermione glanced nervously at Ron who stared ahead, not meeting her eyes. Snape had revealed himself a true spy, but Malfoy... She ran a ragged nail over her lip, unsure of whom to trust in this broken age. Snape spoke, "Think on it, Miss Granger, but we must act soon. His base of power is increasing with his paranoia. He has started executing the Muggle populations of London, Bath and Manchester. Right now, their forces are scattered, but if they are able to rally, their weapons will destroy us."

Hermione fidgeted indecisively. She had lost her moral compass, her sense of rightness after everything fell to hell. Ron finally ground out, "Oh, just tell them. You understood it better than I did. I can't make them understand what we were doing."

Hermione drew a deep breath and finally broke the years-long silence about their mission. "We destroyed his Horcruxes. That's why he is scared. If he dies this time, he won't come back."

Lucius bestowed a triumphant smile on Snape and the two men began planning for the assassination of Lord Voldemort.

&*&*&

Draco did not find her in Father's room and was relieved. He was already a matricide. He did not want to have to kill his father, but if he kept touching Hermione... Draco blinked away the notion, the way he did when he was in the Dark Lord's presence and he had bad thoughts. He hated him, but feared him more. The Dark Lord, not Father. When he was little and Mother had been around, he feared Father with his cold moods and angry words. Father was just a shit, not like the Dark Lord.

Draco had learned to be a shit from his Father. He knew what he was and how he acted in school...

In school, his mother told him that if he fell in love with a Mudblood, it would kill her. He had fallen in love with Granger in third year when she slapped him. He liked that, being slapped for being bad. Maybe that was another sickness. He had so many now and he knew Father worried about them... That was why it was Granger's fault that his mother was dead. He should have never loved her... However, he did and Mother was dead, so Hermione had to fill that void with her breasts and her love and her cunt filled with his sperm. His cock surged to life again. Someday he wanted to fuck her the whole time he was hard, not just at the last when his balls tightened with the tension of their load. She might like that...

Delphine squirmed in his arms. He almost jumped. He had forgotten about her while he was standing in his father's room rejoicing in the absence of Delphine's mother. He smiled, his arms aching to crush the child in an embrace as she returned the expression. "I'm sorry, Baby, I'll find your Mummy and she'll feed us."

&*&*&

Hermione saw Draco in the doorway holding Delphine. She froze, fearful that he would harm her daughter. She said to Lucius, who had his back to the door, "I am sorry, Mr. Malfoy, Professor Snape, I must take care of something."

Lucius followed her line of sight and nodded, as if wary of his son's reaction to his proximity to Hermione. Hermione knew the older Malfoy had no designs on her. He had fulfilled his obligation when she had his daughter. Draco's jealousy was fuelled solely by his insanity and his reactions were unpredictable. Lucius nodded to her, as if fearing for the safety of both his daughter and Hermione. He pointedly turned his attention to Snape, as if he were unconcerned about Draco's temper and Hermione's departure. Hermione knew it would not do for their only contact with the scattered Order to see the Malfoy family's weakness.

Hermione went to the door and bowed to Draco the way she had learned he liked. His tongue slid out of his mouth to wet his pouting bottom lip and he leaned in as if to kiss her, a thing he had never done before. Hermione waited, wondering at his strange mood and his sudden tenderness. He pulled away from her abruptly as Delphine began nuzzling at his chest, making hungry grunts and coos. Draco gave a shy smile, one that made Hermione think of the boy he once could have been, and then handed her daughter to her. "We're hungry."

Hermione knew Ron was watching them avidly and she felt ashamed at what she had become in the past year. She was both men's whore, a brood-mare tied to them by blood and unable to leave, even if she were free. Draco touched her breast, pursing his lips hungrily as he did. "We need you, Hermione."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy." Hermione responded demurely and in the way she had been instructed. Draco scowled as she took his hand, but did not correct her.

He took her to an unlocked room in the dungeons that was filled with old furniture. A bed was set up in the room as if placed in foreknowledge of his need. He laid Delphine in the centre of the bed and turned to Hermione, his hands tugging at her dressing gown, then pulling at her night rail. Hermione felt familiar humiliation as he stripped her and then himself. He pulled on his cock as she bent over the bed to get her daughter. She reclined with Delphine, knowing he looked at her heavy hips, full breasts and stretch-marked belly with disgust. He had not brought her to orgasm since Delphine had been born, preferring to ejaculate only moments after he entered her. He seemed only to want her to ‘feed him’ as he called his perversion and get her with child.

Hermione was only a means to an end with him, no matter what Lucius told her about her effect on this broken boy, and no matter the tender feelings he evoked in her heart as time crept on. She closed her eyes as he reclined next to her, the bed rocking with his hand's motion. She knew he would ejaculate once Delphine was asleep and he could enter her without interruption. As she was wont to do during this indifferent rape, she let her mind wander. As Draco began suckling, she reviewed seventh-year Potions and their ingredients.

The rocking of Draco's masturbation ceased and Hermione awaited his intrusion. When it did not occur, she opened her eyes. "Draco?"

He moved to the edged of the bed looking down on her, his eyes narrowed, his jaw set. "You still want him."

"Draco, who?" Hermione kept her voice calm, but panic lanced through her. They had this conversation almost weekly during Lucius' sojourn in her bed and it always ended in punishment for her. Knowing that her friends and a Professor she admired were just a few doors down and able to hear what happened, made her want to appease him in any way.

"Weasley." Her captor's eyes had gone from pale grey to nearly black in a matter of seconds. She looked into the swirling depths and knew what she had to do. She had not needed to play this game since Lucius left her bed, and was surprised at his timing. She loosened her sleeping child's mouth with a soft pop and placed her in a safe position between two pillows; face-up and out of the way.

She moved toward Draco, openly admiring his pale-gold skin, running her fingers down his chest, pinching his pale nipples. He stiffened but did not move as she moved from the bed to the stone floor. She stayed on her knees, level with his jutting erection, and looked at him almost coyly from beneath down-swept lashes. No matter how many times they enacted this particular game, Draco demanded demure obedience. Hermione asked, her voice a soft plea against the laboured breathing now coming from her owner, "Master, you take your sustenance from me, might this slave now drink your essence?"

"Why are you doing this?" Draco's voice broke, almost as if he were experiencing real emotional pain, rather than playing his part in the game.

"Because, this slave thinks it will please her Master," came Hermione's practiced reply.

She waited patiently for his customary avowal. He would break soon and then she would take him in her mouth and bring him to completion. He finally shattered the silent stalemate, but not with the words she expected. "I realised months ago... that you don't want me as I want you... Do you play the game because you want me, or because I frighten you?"

She felt two heavy tears fall from his lashes onto her hand. They winked like diamonds in the fluctuating glow of the witch light. He bent suddenly and swept her in his arms, clutching at her milk-heavy breast and moaning as the pale-yellow moisture spilled over his fingers. He vibrated with need as he asked, "May I kiss you? I've never done that before."

Hermione gave a sharp jerk of her head, leery of a misstep, touched by his odd chivalry. She watched as he licked his rose-pink lips and bent, his lash shielded eyes shining with unshed tears. He took her mouth in a sweet kiss a mere brushing of lips then tongue. Hermione clung to him as he took her more fully, his invasion mimicking the motions of his cock as he rubbed against her. The friction of his penis on her belly brought a moan from her. Draco responded with a flick of his fingers against her distended nipple, and she arched into his hand craving more. She brushed his glens, slick with his pre-ejaculate, running a finger over the slit in the top, spreading the moisture over the head. She broke from the pressure of his sweet lips and pleaded, "Draco... I want you."

His hooded eyes bore into hers and then she was suddenly hefted onto the bed face first. He entered her from behind, his balls slapping her clit as delved deep into her moisture filled cavity. She cried out weakly as she came, dazzling lights dancing behind her eyes. Just as suddenly as he entered her, he withdrew, flipping her onto her back. Draco's jaw muscles worked as he entered her once more, saying, "I want you to see my face when you come, no one else's ever."

He pounded into her in his frustration at his illness, his powerlessness, his solitude and she accepted him wholly. As he stiffened with his release, she clawed at his back, his buttocks, his shoulders, wanting to draw all of him into her. She came again with a savage scream, her muscles clenching around his pumping cock. They fell asleep, both drawing sustenance from the other's presence and the madness that now held them both in thrall.

&*&*&

"'Mione!" Ron's frantic voice called her from across the battlefield, his face contorted in rage. Why was he angry? She couldn't remember. She attempted to go to him, but in the way of dreams, her feet moved as if through thick mud.

"'Mione! Open this door!" Ron's voice sounded again and suddenly she was in the Room of Requirement with Draco who sobbed in the corner, hurt beyond help. She went to the door...

...swung open and revealed her ultimate shame as Ron stared at her nude body, Draco's semen dripping from her labia, his reddened cock still wet from her entrance. She screamed as Ron dragged Draco off her by his hair. Draco fell to the floor as Ron punched him. Weasley stared at her wild-eyed, his respiration rough, his pulse pounding in the blue vein at his temple. He drew his hand back as if to strike her, but arrested the motion as Hermione stood: her sex-slick body an accusation. She lifted her chin, daring him to slap her. "You, of all people, think you have a right to punish me?"

She spat fully in his face, satisfied as he flinched and retreated, the pain of loss contorting his features. She bent next to Draco, taking him in her arms as the others entered the room. She whispered in his ear, sure he could not hear her, "I love you, Draco Malfoy, for good or ill. Don't ever think differently."


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