Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Story Consultant: WesleyY7
Total Word Count: 12,720
Chapter 29 Edit Date: 03/26/2009
Clean-up editing: 07/31/2009
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I have discovered that if you use the browser Internet Explorer, that any long links added in my Author's notes will not be broken up and will force you to use your scroll bar in order to read the story... I have removed the offending informational link from this particular chapter due to it's causing problems for IE users... I use Firefox on my computer and FF will break-up the links whereas, as mentioned, IE does not...
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elphaba – I'm glad you enjoyed chapter 28!
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Visitkarte – You've got part of the plan right! You are correct, Sirius won't see something so obvious as that calendar saying – we've all heard of celebrity stalkers, haven't we?
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abbi cee – The light is dim, but it's there – could be too dim to follow though. You'll have to wait to find out what happens with that light! Lucius did keep Draco out of all this – Bella didn't.
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AJ – Things will be over VERY soon!
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mrsfloyd – Gasp! You disliked Remus? *faints* Oh well, I adore him in canon. I think this chapter will answer some questions as to what was going on with Remus and his own thought processes, and therefore, I think you'll really like him after reading this.
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WTF – Most interesting post. I'm glad you are reading!
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WesleyY7 – Heee-heee on the hints comment! I think, after I reread the hints, that I give too much away! This chapter and the next will address how close Remus and Hermione have become. Remus, though a worldly man, can still be tricked – especially when it's 'Kreacher the Teacher'! Foreshadowing – am I nearly as good as JKR? Of course, I don't have 7 books to do stuff with, but I try. As DD stated, he's done playing games. Poor Ginny and Molly indeed - the whole family is going through some tough times for sure! Yes, what will happen at the MoM?
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The next chapter (my chapter 30) will be a difficult for many of you to read, I'm forewarning you. It's worse than chapter 15.
No lynch parties or anything like that, okay? Do I have your promise?
There won't be much violence in chapter 30, but you'll know what I mean about it being a difficult chapter once you read it. Just remember, there's a reason for everything in this story – it's not all shock value, looks that way, but it isn't. As my beta, periculum stated, “the chapter is bittersweet, to say the least.”
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Chapter 29 – Plans for Freedom and Lesson Plans

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Story Date: May 10, 1996 (10:45pm)

“Oh, no! No, please, not Draco!”

She could hear Mistress Bella's high-pitched laugh behind her as she struggled to free herself from Draco's grip. She was surprised at his strength as well as his height – he had grown quite tall in the last year and he now towered over her.

“Now, Mudblood, you act as if you aren't happy to see me.” Draco sounded strained, struggling with her as she flailed around, desperately trying to escape him. He was finally able to spin her around and grab her throat with one hand and wrap his other arm around her waist, her hands coming up to rake his arms with her nails. “Don't fucking scratch my arms, Mudblood.”

Hermione suddenly stopped struggling as she came to her senses, knowing that the more she fought, the more she would wind up being punished. She put her arms up across her chest, sobbing quietly, her hands now clutching Draco's arm - the arm of the hand that held her throat – as tears slid down her cheeks, dripping unnoticed onto his arm before trickling down and splattering onto the bare wooden floor. His arm around her waist tightened, pulling her against him so she could feel the heat of his body against her back. Fearfully, she watched Bella walk slowly in front of her, an evil glint in her eye.

“So, Mudblood, do you like your present?” She stood waiting a moment before her smile melted from her face. “I said, do you like your present, Mudblood?”

Hermione didn't know what to do. She knew she should say 'yes' but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She reached up and grabbed at Draco's hand that was around her throat, her fingers shaking and icy with fear.

“Please! Please, let me go! Please! I want to go back to my babies! Don't do this to me! Please!”

“Begging? My, that is a nice touch, isn't it?” She flicked her wand and Hermione's gown disappeared. Flicking again, Hermione's knickers followed her nightgown. “There, let's dispense with the things that will only get in the way, shall we?” She smiled cruelly. “Draco, can you see her titties? Didn't I tell you they were nice?”

Draco reached down to tweak a nipple, but Hermione grabbed at his hand, squealing and dipping down, fighting him anew.

“Fuck!”

Suddenly, Bella was in Hermione's face, her hand gripping her chin and yanking it up. “Mudblood,” she snarled, “we can have a pleasant time together tonight, or you can have a terrible time. It's all up to you.”

“Please, Mistress, please! Don't make me do things with Draco! Please!”

“I see some persuasion is in order. Crucio!”

Hermione screamed as she doubled up in Draco's arms before he let go and let her fall to the floor. Hermione thought the agony would never stop and had started to hope she'd die soon when the curse was lifted. She lay on the floor trembling and crying as she listened to Bella's laughter.

“Have enough, Mudblood?”

Hermione's weeping slowed until she finally lay still and quiet. Her eyes closed, she tried to curl herself up so she could hide her body from Draco, not wanting him to see her.

Bella's voice sounded bored. “Oh, please, as if he won't be seeing all of you within a very short time. Get up! Get up, now!”

Hermione remained on the floor until she felt the effects of stinging hexes begin to rain down on her body. Squealing in pain and fear, she quickly scrambled up, then stood with her arms over her chest, her head down, and her legs crossed.

“Put your arms down. Now.”

Slowly, Hermione lowered her arms down as tears continued to drip from her face.

“No, I think I like it better when you have your arms up over your head. Do that, put your arms up and put your hands behind your head.”

Hermione hesitated before doing as Bella directed; with her eyes closed, she turned her face away slightly, feeling the awful need to hide from them. She could hear Draco's breathing as he circled around her, looking at her appreciatively. He reached a hand out and touched her body in various places: her buttocks, her umbilicus, her hair, and finally, her breasts. He stopped in front of her and grabbed both tits with his hands, feeling their weight.

“Aunt Bella, you were right about how nice they are.” Her nipples hardened as he rubbed his thumbs over them, then watched curiously as they leaked milk, some of the liquid running down his hand and arm before dripping onto the floor.

Hermione continued to cry soundlessly, looking up at Draco, her lower lip in a quivering frown. He looked down at her as well, his face serious and not mocking, his gray eyes flicking back and forth between hers. When he spoke to his Aunt, he did not look away from Hermione's eyes.

“Is she really mine, Aunt Bella? I can use her any way I want?”

“Of course, think of her as an early birthday present.”

Hermione looked from Draco to Bella and back again, suddenly wondering when Draco's birthday was and if he was the same age as her. 'He's got to be going on sixteen if he started at Hogwarts when he was eleven. What difference does that make? Why am I thinking of something like that at a moment like this? I think of such stupid things at the stupidest times, I swear.'

Bella gave her a wicked smile as she grabbed Draco's chin and shook it a little. “It'll be his sweet sixteenth birthday, Mudblood. I do believe it's high time he learned how to be a man. And you're going to teach him all about being a man, aren't you, Mudblood?”

Bella walked behind Hermione and pushed her now naked body against her, her hands going down to massage Hermione's arse before coming around to finger her clit.

“Oh, my, you're still bleeding, aren't you? We'll have to fix that, now won't we?” She went to the door and opened it. “Have some fun with her Draco, I need to get something.” She laughed as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.

The two of them stared at the door for a few tense moments before Draco dropped his hands from Hermione's breasts and backed away.

“Put your arms down, Granger.”

Hermione quickly dropped her arms and covered herself as she stared at Draco silently, not sure what to do next. She sniffled a few times and wiped her cheeks of her tears.

“As you heard, you're my Aunt's idea of a birthday present. I don't need to learn how to fuck from you, I'm experienced enough.” He crossed his arms, his look disdainful. “But I'm stuck using you, Granger, bushy hair and all. I'm telling you now, just do what has to be done and you can get back to your brats quicker than if you fight, understand?”

Hermione nodded her head as she continued to sniffle.

“You had twins, is that right?”

Hermione nodded again.

“I suppose congratulations are in order. Just be glad Aunt Bella didn't have them brought along.”

They stood in silence for a few moments, Hermione staring at Draco as if she had never seen him before, Draco with his eyes turned down at the floor. She still couldn't get over how tall he was now, and thought he looked imposing in the black pants and dark blue jacket he wore.

“Draco?” She jumped at the sound of her own voice as it shattered the silence.

His eyes came up. “What?”

“Please don't, um, don't tell Ron and Harry about this. Please?”

Draco stared at her before responding. “Don't worry about it, I'm not exactly going to be bragging about having to rape you, Granger.”

“Promise?”

His gray eyes surveyed her a moment before he replied softly, “Yeah, I promise, Granger.”

“Thank you.”

“I may talk big, Granger, but rape isn't something I fancy.”

“You don't?”

“Rape doesn't take any brains at all, Granger. Fucking trolls can rape. I know it's useful as a scare tactic in war, but it's still something I find quite distasteful. Besides, this isn't war, it's just Aunt Bella's sick idea of a birthday present.” He thought a moment before continuing. “And, just so you know, not all Death Eaters are into rape, either.”

“Th-they aren't?”

“Some are, don't get me wrong. But many have to act the part when with certain people - they're family men who can imagine their own wives and daughters being raped and murdered, Granger, and they don't want any part of it, even if the victims are Mudbloods like you. But they have to do certain unsavory things so they can keep suspicion off of themselves. Just remember that.”

“Oh.” Hermione thought about what he had just told her. “You're a Death Eater now?”

“Let's not discuss whether I am or not.”

“Do you, do you have a mark?”

“No, new recruits don't have them.”

“Oh.” Hermione was absurdly relieved to hear he wasn't marked by Voldemort, at least not yet. “I hope you don't get one.”

Draco gave her a strange look; one that made her think he was both surprised by her response and intrigued, yet one of disdain and irritation, all at the same time.

Suddenly, they became aware of Bella humming happily in the hallway, her voice getting louder as she neared the door.

Draco looked at her intently, his eyes flitting back and forth between hers. “Just remember what I said.”

“Y-yes, sir.” She had trouble getting the words out, her throat constricting with fear as a tear trickled down her cheek and dripped off her chin.

Draco gave her an odd look as he grabbed her and pulled her up to him, one hand cradling the back of her head as he cocked her head a little to the side, the other on her bum. He bent his head down and began to kiss her neck, noting the taste of her tears, and was surprised when Hermione's body immediately responded strongly to his touch: her rear bucked back into his hand and her back arched, her nipples hardened as they rubbed against his chest, her breathing and heart rate increased sharply, and he didn't realize it, but the lochia between her legs began to mix with the secretions of desire.

Hermione was both embarrassed and horrified by her body's response to Draco and she began to cry in frustration – both sexually and from her inability to keep herself under control. She felt her nether lips become thoroughly lubricated as a thrumming of want spread from her clitoris to her lower abdomen and inner thighs while the rest of her body went into sexual overdrive.

Neither saw her enter, but Bella made her presence known with a gleeful laugh. “Now, now, Draco! You'll just have to wait a few minutes to get started! I have a potion I need the Mudblood to drink.”

Draco let go of Hermione and she backed away in confusion, her arms going back over her chest and her head going down in shame. She was frightened half to death with Mistress near and had never, ever desired Draco sexually in the past, yet her body was acting like it was finally going to get its hearts desire! Why did she act like this? It was exactly like how she responded to Remus. 'Yes, I responded to Remus like this. And Ron. And Sirius. And Mistress, too! Didn't I start dreaming about Draco just a few days ago? And Kreacher was there, in my dream. In all those dreams! Kreacher? Does he have anything to do with how I respond? But, how could he?'

Hermione shook her head as she became aware of Bella coming towards her and she flinched when a crystal bottle was thrust at her.

“Drink it.”

Hermione stared fearfully at the tall, dark-haired woman; her heart feeling as if it was going to beat out of her chest. She didn't want to drink the brown fluid that was contained in the clear container being dangled in front of her from her Mistresses fingertips, but she feared Bella's wrath. Gingerly, she reached up and took the bottle with trembling fingers, her mind concentrating on keeping her fingers wrapped around the bottle's neck to keep herself from dropping it. Giving a fearful glance at Draco, she brought it up to her lips and drank the contents in three gulps.

Before she realized it, she was on the floor, writhing in an agonizing pain so fearsome she could barely gasp in pained breaths while screaming weakly as she exhaled. Slowly, the searing pain abated slightly and she found she could take in lungfuls of air, crying while her uterus continued to contract painfully, similar to when she was in labor. Finally, the pain disappeared altogether and she felt her uterine muscles still though the searing pain continued, feeling as if it were burning its way through her. She lay on the floor, taking in huge gulps of air, as she slowly became aware of her surroundings once again.

Surprised, Draco had backed up hastily when Hermione dropped to the floor like a rock, clutching her belly. He stood, horrified, watching the blood gush from between her legs as she writhed on the floor in agony.

“What did you do to her, Aunt Bella?”

“Oh, she'll be fine. I just gave her a potion to speed up the after-baby bleeding a woman does after she's given birth. Otherwise, our time with her would have been quite messy indeed.” She giggled. “The potion will also make her sterile as it burns the inside of her uterus like an Ashwinder egg will burn down a house.” She laughed shrilly. “No more Half-blood babies to pollute our Pure-blood lines.”

“Blimey, Aunt Bella! You didn't have to do that to her!”

Bella cast a sideways glance at her nephew. “Why ever not? This way she can be a slut and we won't have to worry about her getting pregnant.” She paused a moment as she stared at Draco, her voice lowering. “Stop acting like you care what happens to her, Draco, it's unbecoming of a Malfoy.”

Draco looked away from her quickly, his eyes turning to look at the female form, drenched in sweat, currently lying still on the floor. When he first found out that his Aunt was having the Mudblood brought for him to use in any manner he wanted – and his Aunt had made sure he knew he was to use her like a whore – he had been thrilled at the prospect. But then, when she had begun pleading at her first sight of him, he had initially been angry with her and then felt a twinge of sympathy for her as his Aunt tortured her. When his Aunt left the room, and they had their discussion, he discovered that he felt truly sorry for the Mudblood, knowing that what was going to happen to her would cause her a humiliation he hoped his mother never had to deal with, or Pansy, or any of the other girls he knew. He became fully aware of how frightened she was as well as how embarrassed, and realized this was basically a nightmare come true for her. And she had actually shown concern for him in the midst of all that was going on, hoping he wouldn't get the Dark Mark.

Now, as he watched her struggling to cope with her physical agony, he felt an anger rise within him towards his Aunt for causing Granger a harm that was so deep and so sacred that she'd probably never recover from the repercussions of it. Quickly, he struggled to shut down his dangerous emotions so his Aunt Bella wouldn't detect them, and vowed to himself he'd try to make it up to Hermione, somehow, though he had no idea what could possibly make up for the fact that she was now barren.

Slowly, Hermione struggled to sit up, her belly feeling as if she had a huge lump of red-hot coal sitting on top of her bladder. When she caught sight of the blood all around her, not knowing where it came from or why it was there, she began to scream in fear as she struggled to back away from it, her hands and feet sliding in the slick stickiness.

“Oh, for crying out loud, do shut up!” Bella twitched her wand at Hermione and the sound of the girls cries silenced instantly even though she continued to scream. Twitching her wand again, the blood disappeared suddenly and dramatically.

Hermione backed up into Draco's legs and turned around, throwing her arms around them as she continued to cry soundlessly. Draco reached down and pried her arms from around him, then slapped her as he tried to get her under control. He stared into her huge, terror-filled eyes for a moment before standing up.

“Aunt Bella? Do I have to use her in front of you? I mean, I told you before, I'm experienced enough and I feel funny doing it with you watching.” For emphasis, he rubbed himself through his pants.

“We are anxious, aren't we, nephew?” Bella looked at Draco a moment before turning towards the bed. “No, I think that you'll need a bit if direction from me. At least, at first you will. Come along, bring the Mudblood with you.”

Draco bent down and looked into Hermione's huge, brown eyes and muttered under his breath, “Come on, Hermione, you need to stand up, okay?” Gently, he wiped away her tears with trembling fingers, then rubbed his moist fingertips together with a curious expression as he noted a somewhat tingly, silky texture to her tears before pulling some unruly strands of hair away from her face. When Hermione merely stared back at him with a blank expression, showing no signs of comprehension, he grabbed her firmly by the arm and pulled her up into a standing position, where she promptly fainted.

“Fuck.”

Draco knelt down again and carefully gathered Hermione's naked form in his arms, then walked over to the bed where he deposited her as carefully as he could under his Aunt Bella's scrutiny.

“First, Draco, you must remember that, when you have a captive to use, your enjoyment is paramount to any feelings they may have. No going soft when they start begging you to stop or you'll regret it later as you play the scene back in your head. Remember that. And you must decide how you want to use them before you start. For instance, I have this room prepared for all sorts of fun things to do with the Mudblood. Sometimes you want a captive for sex, sometimes to just torture, sometimes to get information out of them, sometimes a combination of the three. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Aunt Bella. But, I knew that before.”

“Of course you did, you are your father's son, aren't you?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“So, we have before us, a witch who we want to fuck, don't we?”

“Yes, Aunt Bella.”

“But, we want to maximize our enjoyment of the Mudblood. For instance, I enjoy whipping my captives. If you whip them and you want to heal them for reuse later on, you must make sure you have some healing potion on hand. The same goes for when you beat them.”

Draco nodded.

“Now, the Mudblood has been here many times over the past few months. She's been well used by your Uncle and I, and yet her body is in excellent shape, isn't it?” She watched as Draco nodded in agreement. “Had I not been careful to heal her immediately, she would be terribly scarred. Remember that, the longer you go without healing, the more scarring that will occur.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Draco squirmed inwardly when he realized his Aunt was implying she had whipped Hermione before, and had to heal her with a potion. He sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to watch the girl being whipped. As it was, he was having a hard time dissociating her as 'The Mudblood' anymore, as his Aunt was doing. In his mind, she had gone from a non-being he happened to know from school to a terrified girl with a name in less than an hour. He was suddenly very worried he wouldn't be able to perform for his Aunt because he had an idea of what she planned to do to Granger.

“I knew you were smart, my boy.”

She tweaked his cheek lovingly.

“Now, you also have to decide if you want to hear their screams, or if you want them to be silenced. For instance, I usually enjoy hearing my captives screaming as I use them. But, it does make it somewhat difficult to talk to the others who are in the room when they do that, so sometimes I will silence them briefly, allowing me to speak my mind, instead of stopping my fun. You saw me demonstrate that with the Mudblood a few moments ago.” She looked at Hermione as if she were a frog about to be dissected. “However, once done with my discussion, I'll release the silencing spell, like so.”

She flicked her wand at Hermione. By coincidence, Hermione began to whimper at that precise moment as she began to slowly arouse, her arms going up to her face as she struggled to remember where she was. She heard Mistress talking and the realization of where she was crashed down on her. Fearfully, she lay on her back as still as she could while looking up at them, the burning in her belly continuing, but thankfully steadily lessening in intensity.

Bella climbed onto the bed and began to fondle Hermione's breasts, her eyes warning Hermione to keep her hands and arms where they were. “Now, let's get a few practical lessons out of the way. We have something unusual in that she's just given birth and is currently breastfeeding. Twins no less, so that should mean plenty of milk for us to drink. You do like milk, don't you, Draco?

Draco nodded thoughtfully. He had never thought about drinking milk from a woman's breasts before, all he had ever thought about was looking at them and feeling them up. His few sexual experiences with Pansy did involve his licking and sucking on her, but the thought of milk eventually coming out of them never dawned on him.

“When a woman first begins to breastfeed, she often leaks readily, as you can see. As time goes on, her body sort of regulates itself and the leaking usually stops.” Bella leaned down and slid her lips around Hermione's nipple and began to tug and suck strongly.

Draco watched as Hermione began to cry softly, her hands coming up to cover her face while his Aunt's head moved back and forth, going from breast to breast. Finally, his Aunt Bella sat back and licked her lips.

“Delicious! Go ahead, Draco, try her tittie-milk. You'll never want to go back to regular old cow's milk again!” She smiled as Draco did as she asked. “That's it, it's good, isn't it? I told you you'd like it!”

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May 11, 1996 (early AM continued)

Sirius turned a tear-stained face towards Albus. His eyes boring into the wizard hatefully.

“I'll not give Hermione up.”

“I see.”

“No, you don't fucking see! You can't fucking possibly fucking see!”

“Sirius, there is no need to use such profanity. That is the language of teenage boys trying to prove themselves grown. Please refrain from its use.”

Sirius glared at Albus. He got up and began to pace back and forth, contemplating what he could do to prevent Albus from seeing where his Kitten was being kept. If Albus would just let him keep her, he'd be more than willing to help with getting her out.

“Albus, even though I'm loathe to do it, especially after I hear about what he did to Ginny.” He shot Sirius a look of disgust. “I must defend Sirius in some aspects.” Remus paused as Albus turned his attention towards him. “I have to be careful how I word this, but I believe Kreacher has been doing subliminal teaching on anyone he thinks he can manipulate. I don't know what his plan is exactly, other than lust, but I believe Kreacher has used Sirius and the children to basically make them his own living sex toys.”

Albus looked between Sirius and Remus, noting how Sirius stopped pacing and stared at Remus.

Remus licked his lips and continued. “I've also been receiving this teaching though I was able to fight it off until I, uh, until...”

“Until I made him come down to the slave room and take the Vow.” Sirius finished the sentence for Remus as he continued to stare at him. “Remus thinks Kreacher has been doing this teaching in our sleep. And not just the two of us, but also including Hermione and the Weasleys.”

Remus nodded in agreement. “Yes, I believe Kreacher has been doing this teaching on those he feels are weak-minded.”

“I'm not fucking weak-minded, Remus!”

“Sirius, you weren't exactly in your right mind when you got out of Azkaban, and you...”

“That doesn't make me weak-minded!” Angry, he began to pace again.

“Sirius, I do believe that Remus did not mean it as you are taking his words to mean. He is encompassing all of the people he believes to have been affected and chose words to reflect all of the people in question. 'Weak-minded' does not necessarily mean you are a weak man.”

Sirius stood still a moment as he thought about what Albus had just said.

“Correct, Albus.” Remus turned to look at Sirius. “Think about it, Sirius. Kreacher knew you weren't exactly balanced after all those years in Azkaban, and he began using you to punish Hermione, the Mudblood he felt didn't deserve to be revered. Plus, and you know this yourself, you aren't the most mature adult in this house, even Dung is more mature than you in some aspects.” He held up his hand when Sirius began to object. “Come on, Sirius! You were imprisoned at the age of twenty-one! No-one blames you for still being a twenty-one year old in a thirty-six year old body!” Sirius relaxed as he contemplated the meaning of Remus' words. “The kids, their psyche aren't very well developed. They are still in the process of becoming adults, and their hormones are raging. They were easy targets for him to go for because they are just starting to form their own opinions and begin to understand themselves as they mature in preparation for adulthood.” He looked at Sirius as he continued. “They don't have the experience in life that the older members of the household do, so they were easier for him to manipulate. Their subconscious minds were easily twisted while in their sleep, when their guard was down.” He looked back and forth between Albus and Sirius, his expression resolute. “Look at what is happening to Harry when he sleeps. It's the same thing, only done in a different way.”

“As I said before, Remus, I have heard that subliminal teaching has been discredited.”

“I know, Albus, but I'm sure Kreacher would use some type of elfin magic to make sure the teaching took. A type of Imperius, perhaps.”

Albus nodded slowly as he considered what Remus was telling him. Severus had voiced the same concern when they discussed Remus' theory and had also voiced other concerns in regards to the elf's teaching curriculum.

“The only thing is, as I've told you before, is I don't know how common this practice is amongst house elves. I mean, is Kreacher unusual? A crazy house elf who has gone off the deep-end and tormented those who stay in his home? Or, does he have a plan? Is he, perhaps, trying to unbalance the Order from within?”

Sirius backed up a little in surprise to Remus' last question, suddenly feeling momentarily dizzy. 'Unbalance the Order? That mother fucking elf! He used me and my Kitten like a couple of pawns on a chess board! I'll kill that mother fucker!'

“It, it would look as if, as if I was the first to be targeted, because he saw my infatuation with my Ki- with Hermione.” Sirius blushed as he corrected himself. He suddenly felt better discussing the possibility of Kreacher doing all this damage, knowing he wasn't truly the monster he was being painted to be. Sirius sat down on the couch once again, feeling in control enough to talk about the situation.

“Remus thinks Kreacher is mainly targeting Hermione for the abuse because he considers her a 'Mudblood'. He, ah, he has been teaching her to respond to my, our, well, uh, I think anyone's touch. Including elves. And he kind of twisted, well, I don't know, made my interest in, um, bondage and stuff, uh, become more involved. He then used that interest to, well, to punish Hermione.”

Albus waited for Sirius to continue.

Sirius cleared his throat and continued. “I hear Kreacher in my dreams, Albus. All of my dreams have turned into sexual orgies involving my Kitten. I used to have dreams where it was just the two of us, she and I, and they were lovely dreams. Then I started to hear Kreacher in the background, telling me what to do with her. Then my dreams began to involve him as he helped me use her.” Albus shifted slightly at these words. Sirius cleared his throat again. “I, uh, one night, I went to her room and made her mine. I wasn't cruel with her! Honestly, I wasn't! She didn't fight much, not once I got started. And I tried hard to make the night memorable for her.”

“She 'didn't fight much', you say?” Albus' voice was mild, but Sirius sensed the irritation the older wizard was trying to hide.

“Well, I mean, at first she was a little surprised and, uh, I think Kreacher helping me with her, you know...”

“But she initially fought your advances?”

“No! No, we had been kind of seriously flirting before that, and she was very accommodating to my touching her at those times.”

“But, she initially fought your advances when you went to her room and made her yours?”

Sirius cleared his throat. “Well, like I said, she didn't expect me to come and I had Kreacher with me.”

“So, in other words, you basically raped her with the help of your house elf?”

“Well, I mean, come on Albus, I don't like to think of it as rape! I made sure she climaxed and all!”

“Nevertheless, she fought when you first started, which constitutes rape.”

“Fine, fine, whatever.” Sirius threw his arms up in the air in irritation. He knew Albus and the others would never understand, but he knew his Kitten had wanted him. He thought about how she had fought them when he first began kissing her, but then, after Kreacher froze her limbs in place, she acquiesced nicely and had begun to enjoy him, winding up climaxing multiple times before he left her. He smiled when he remembered taking her virginity, how she had looked at him with those big brown eyes, so trusting, so innocent. Albus' voice suddenly cut into his reminiscing and he shook his head before jerking it around to look at the white-haired wizard.

“This occurred in this house?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, it did. We...”

“How old was she?”

Sirius hesitated before replying, “Fifteen.”

Albus' lips pursed but he said nothing. He nodded for Sirius to continue.

Nervously, Sirius began again. “I, uh, I don't know, I began listening to what Kreacher said. He was always talking to me during the day, always in my face about her. For a while, I didn't hear him in my dreams and then they started up again. I'd wake up with such a fucking boner it felt like it would fall of, it ached so much. And I'd go to my Kitten's room. I, uh, really got into those Muggle porn magazines and, uh, would use her like I saw the women being used in the magazines. Well, Kreacher and I would.”

Albus looked away from Sirius as he spoke, though he continued to nod from time to time, making Sirius believe he was listening.

“Then we started punishing her. I don't know, when I think about what we'd do to her, when I think back, I disgust myself. I mean, I actually thought Kreacher's ideas were great! We'd, we'd do some terrible things to her.”

“What were the reasons you felt she needed to be punished?''

“Well, don't get me wrong, Albus, when I think back on what we did to her now, I feel guilty and all. But, I don't know, for some reason, at the time, it all seemed so right.”

“The reasons you felt she needed to be punished, Sirius?”

“Well, she, uh, she made people suspicious of me and I couldn't have that. Or she'd try to fight us, try to keep us from doing what we wanted. Stuff like that.”

“I see.”

Sirius took in a frustrated breath. He hated when Albus said that!

Remus sat back, glad that Sirius was finally discussing what had been happening for so long. He was sure, now, that Kreacher was the reason for this whole atrocity. He was also sure that Hermione and the girls would be saved now.

“Anyway, I, uh, I decided that I didn't like having to wait to use Hermione. And I was getting worried that others would want her and take her for their own. She was very sexy, you know. And I could tell the other men were intrigued by her as she matured. So, I took her.”

“You took her.”

“I, yeah, I took her. Kreacher said he thought...” Sirius froze as he remembered Kreacher coming up to him one day and telling him that he needed to make her his forever. That he needed to take her and hide her so he could use her whenever he wanted. Then he began to dream about kidnapping her.

“Go on.”

“Uh, I, uh, he, I mean to say, Kreacher reminded me of the slave room my parents used for their sex slaves.” He blushed when he said this, not sure if the other two men knew of this practice by his parents. “They, my parents, I mean, would take Muggles and use them until they tired of them, then dispose of their bodies to let the Muggle authorities find.”

“Your parents did that?” Albus remembered the few conversations he had had with Sirius' parents, their anger and disgust with their Gryffindor son palpable. He could see them doing what Sirius spoke of.

“As I was growing up, I didn't believe what my parents said about Muggles, and took a lot of heat for it. Anyway, I sneaked down a few times, into the slave room, to look at the girls, at first thinking that maybe I could use one. But then, I saw the fear and pain the girls were in, and that just soured my libido, soured my taste for torture. They were shackled to the walls, sometimes covered with bruises and cuts. Sometimes there was only one, sometimes two or three. They were used for deviant sex practices by my parents, as I said. Um, come to think of it, Kreacher joined in with my parents while they used the Muggle girls, though I'm not sure to the extent my parents allowed him to participate.” Sirius tried to cut off the sounds of the girls he had seen, remembering their pathetic cries for him to help them. He swallowed, wiping a tear from his eye, thinking that Hermione had sounded like them at times.

Remus and Albus sat quietly, waiting for Sirius to continue, both too interested in what he had to say to interject.

“Anyway, sometimes they took Muggleborns as well. To use. But not very often, because the Ministry would get involved then and they didn't want to risk getting caught. But, my parents thought the Muggleborns were the best captives to have because they could withstand more abuse than a mere Muggle could.” Sirius paused as he thought over what he had so far. “So, uh, Kreacher reminded me of that room. Its protective spells are more imposing than the ones are over the rest of the house, even with the spells you've added, Albus.”

Albus nodded slowly as he considered all of the spells he had added to the house before the Order moved in. “Such as?”

“You can't port in or out of the room. Apparition is impossible. The only way in or out was a door that recognized a Black family member by touch – it recognizes something in our DNA structure. I had to touch the door and murmur a password in order to open it.” Sirius pictured the door as it swung open the time he had Ron carry his Kitten into the room. She had been naked, her breasts just begging to be touched, the curls between her legs a beautiful dark chestnut. “But, but now, Kreacher has made it so that the door doesn't recognize my touch anymore. I don't know what he did to the door so that it won't open when I touch it. I can't get in to see my Kitten without Kreacher bringing me to her.”

Albus looked up sharply at Sirius as he heard the man's voice break slightly while telling his tale.

“I, uh, he, he made it so that he has all control over her, the bastard. If he decides he doesn't want me to see her, he'll refuse to take me down to her. All he has to do is punish himself for being a 'bad elf', like I said. I tried blasting through the walls, but they are magically protected from that type of attack. Gods, you can't even dig a hole through the wall! The pick will just continue to bounce and scrape the wall but never make a dent in it.”

“In summary, Sirius, you are saying the room can't be ported into or out of, Apparated into or out of, or broken into or out of?”

“Correct. So far, the only people who have been down to the room since Kreacher changed the doorway are those he has brought to the room.”

“Wizards may not enter the room magically, but he is able to?”

“Yes.”

“Are other elves able to enter the room? For instance, Dobby perhaps?”

“I, uh, I don't know.”

“Is the room Fideliused?”

“The Fidelius charm? Yes, amongst others. Due to my parents' death, I guess the charms' properties as secret-keeper passed on to me, and must have somehow passed on to Kreacher as well. The room is unplottable within an unplottable house.”

Silence met his words as each man considered the impossibility of breaching the magic of the room.

“And, this room is where?”

Sirius sat a long time as he considered what to say in response. “I gave you the conditions for my information, Albus.”

Albus stared at Sirius a long time as he considered both the man and his words. In a way, he felt sorry for Sirius, if what the two men were saying was true. But yet, he had abused several of his students as well as several Order members, and that could not be excused.

“I will compromise with you, Sirius. If she wishes to stay with you, I will allow it. But she will not be abused, not in any way, shape, or form. If I catch the tiniest whiff of abuse, I will remove her from you immediately and permanently. Is that understood?”

Sirius smiled as he nodded, obvious relief coming over him.

“However, if she refuses to stay with you, you must abide by her wishes.”

Again, Sirius nodded.

“You will not mark her ritually, nor will you Handfast with her.”

“Now, wait a minute...”

“Once she turns seventeen, I have no control over what occurs between the two of you, but until then, you will abide by my rules.”

Sirius nodded. “Okay, I accept the terms of your compromise.”

Remus stared back and forth between Sirius and Albus, his jaw dropping in shock. Surely, Albus wouldn't allow her to go back with Sirius! After all he had done to her?

“Where is she, Sirius?”

“You won't be able to go there, Albus. And, I can't take you there, not without Kreacher.” Sirius looked pointedly at Albus. “I can guarantee you that Kreacher won't take you there.”

“No, but he takes Remus.”

“Yes, but Remus can't bring you there either.”

“No, but what if Kreacher brought a few individuals Polyjuiced to look like you and Remus into this room?” Albus turned to look at Remus. “Severus has thought up a way we will be able to save Miss Granger and her daughters with the use of the Polyjuice potion.”

“Of course, of course. Why didn't I think of that? Polyjuice!”

“I think that, perhaps, you were too close to the situation at hand, overwhelmed with all that was going on, and perhaps 'taught' in your sleep to prevent you from thinking up valid ways to save the girls.”

“Taught to prevent me? Merlin, I never thought of that! Merlin.” Remus sat back and contemplated this new nugget of information. If he could be taught to do certain things, then why not taught to forget them as well? 'Oh my Lord. Merlin! I'm so glad Albus and Severus are involved now!'

The three men sat in the library, surrounded by books of knowledge, several of them containing information about the Polyjuice potion, and deliberated over the information they now had.

“Who would be Polyjuiced?”

“Severus and I.”

“Um, Albus, are you prepared to act like us with Hermione?” Remus looked at Albus nervously. “You know, uh...”

“Sexually?” Albus considered the thought. “If we must. Hopefully we can avoid that coming to pass.”

“You don't understand, Albus. He has a great deal of control over us once we are there. If he wants you to do something, you have to do it.”

“Remus, I am sure we can avoid it.”

“But, the elf has informed me he is getting irritated with my NOT doing certain things with the girl. He's insinuated I must start, uh, you know, soon.”

“Having sex with her?”

Remus cleared his throat before looking away guiltily.

“Hopefully we will be able to act before that must come to pass.”

“How so?”

“Severus has come across an old Dark Arts book that specifies two people must Imperius a house elf at once. Much like it takes a half-dozen men to Stupefy a dragon, it takes two people to Imperius an elf.”

“Well then, why don't Remus and I just go down and do that?”

“I fear, Sirius, that you may be swayed in some way by Kreacher. Or, rather, that he has done some type of teaching upon you to prevent that. We already know Remus was able to cast the Imperius upon the elf, but we don't know if he still can. We can't risk the attempt by either of you or the elf may become wise to our plan.”

Sirius and Remus looked at each other, stricken.

“All right. When do we do this? I sense we need to act soon, I have a terrible feeling of dread if we don't do something soon. A feeling that something tragic is going to happen.”

Albus and Sirius turned to look at Remus. “You are having a premonition?”

“I guess so, Albus. I've been feeling this sense of danger for a few days now.”

“But not for yourself?”

“No, not a feeling of impending doom, not for myself.”

“I see.”

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Story Date: May 11, 1996 (3:33am)

Draco lay next to Hermione, the both of them finally alone after his Aunt Bella left, finally satisfied that she had taught him all he needed to know about fucking a woman. He was absurdly relieved she hadn't touched him or done more than look at him with a gleam in her eye when he had finally undressed so they could commence to the next stage of practical lessons.

He turned his head to look at Hermione, wondering if she was okay. These had been a few harrowing hours for her to endure as his Aunt showed him methods of torture along with methods of making love. He shuddered when he remembered his father stating that there were certain methods of torture that were beneath a Malfoy, and he was sure he now knew what his father meant.

He turned onto his side, sliding an arm under her head as he spooned himself behind her. Warily, he held onto, then shook her upper arm, when she tried to pull away from him.

“Granger?” She flinched away from him and he heard her start crying again. 'Merlin, how many tears can a girl spill before she finally dries up?' “Hermione, answer me.”

“Y-yes, Dr-Dr-Draco?”

“I'm sorry about all the things I did to you.” He didn't know if it helped, but he slowly rubbed his hand up and down her arm before sliding his arm down around her waist. He could feel her tears lightly plopping onto his arm, feeling them tingle in an odd itching manner as they tracked down his arm and onto the bed linen.

She silenced for a few minutes before replying, “I know y-you didn't want to, Draco. [yawn] I could s-see it in your eyes.”

“You could?”

She nodded silently as she hiccupped. “I want to go [sigh] ho-home to my babies, Draco.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Please?”

“I know, I know. But you heard what Aunt Bella said. I have to practice on you awhile before she allows you to be taken back.”

“You, you aren't going to whip me again, are you?” He definitely heard fear in her trembling words.

“No! No, I, uh, I didn't find that, I didn't, I...” He didn't know exactly what to say. As he grew up, he had always wondered what it would be like to whip someone else, to hear the crack of the whip as it made contact with flesh, to hear the scream of the victim as their skin was flayed open. Somehow, he had thought it would be exhilarating, instead, he found the whole process disgusting and highly disturbing – all he could think of was the pain Hermione was in as she screamed and cried while his Aunt made him practice on her until she felt he was doing it right.

At intervals, his Aunt would pour and rub on some type of potion that looked similar to mustard all over Hermione's back as the girl screamed and cried anew in agony; he found that he dreaded when his Aunt pulled that bottle of potion out, but he knew it was needed to mend the girl's back. However, he was also aware that there were healing potions that could be used instead that were nearly painless and just as effective. He knew his Aunt though, and knew she never did something the painless way when it came to her captives.

Aunt Bella also made the girl drink blood replenishing potion and water at intervals as well, explaining to him that you needed to keep your victims well-hydrated so they lasted longer.

He grimaced as he remembered how his Aunt nonchalantly spoke those words. And her laugh at the girl's pain. In a way, he was glad to have seen this, even if it was at the expense of Granger, glad to have had the opportunity to find out he didn't like this method of torture. But he would give anything to have time turned back so he could change things, making it so she didn't have to suffer through this night in the first place.

He pulled on Hermione's shoulder, turning her onto her back so he could look down at her. Reaching up, he wiped away some of her tears, then caressed her cheek with his thumb as he cradled her face in his hand.

“No, that type of torture is beneath a Malfoy.” Hermione smiled a little, she was reminded of Mr. Malfoy when he said the same thing. “Remember, Granger? Certain things any troll can do?” He began to caress her cheek with his thumb as he looked down at her. He had realized how lovely she was, minus her bushy hair, and how gorgeous her body was when his Aunt had made him chain her to the bed posts. He had been careful to not look in her eyes when he did that, unsure if he could finish restraining her if he saw those big, brown, frightened eyes looking at him, just as they were now. He knew it was selfish of him, but he had worried his Aunt was going to ruin the girl's body forever, before he got to use it, when the whip end began to whistle through the air.

“I'd rather use you in other ways that are far more pleasurable.”

Tentatively, he bent down to kiss her, his hand sliding down along her neck and chest until it rested on her breast, his fingers capturing a furled nipple. He soon discovered Hermione was excellent at kissing, and was learning new techniques from her as their tongues creatively interacted with each other. She moaned softly into his mouth as she reached her arms down, one going for his dick, the other sliding along his body, her fingers dancing tantalizingly along his skin. Quickly, he reached down to stop her hand as it expertly teased him, her hand knowing the perfect way to slide along his shaft and glans, fearing he would cum far too soon. They stopped kissing briefly, Hermione looking at him questioningly.

“Not yet, I can't cum yet.”

“But, but I want...”

“I know what you want, Hermione. But I want to pleasure you first. Let me make you feel good for a little bit.”

“You don't have to, really, Draco.”

“I know. But, I want to.”

Hermione looked up at Draco for a long time, her big brown eyes darting back and forth between his gray ones, not sure what to say. She wanted to get back to her babies, but she also felt compelled to comply with his wishes. 'Why does he want to do things for me?'

“I, I don't understand, Draco. I'm confused by how you're acting and all. You're being nice all of a sudden. I want to go home to my babies.”

It was Draco's turn to look down at her and consider what she was saying. He understood her fears, her babies had been alone all this time and she wanted to make sure they were okay. But she was here, in his Aunt's home, and he had no control over what he could do for her when it came to her going home. They were both at the mercy of his Aunt's whims.

While he was thinking, his hand was lazily playing with her breast and he could feel her hips moving as he pulled on it, he smelled her arousal and his dick was screaming at him for stopping to talk with her. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her a few times before coming back up to look at her.

“I kind of wanted to make up for what I had to do to you. I know you think I'm a heartless git, but I'm not. I guess I need to deal with my own guilt by trying to make you feel good after all you went through. I'd take you back to your babies if I could, but I can't. So, I want to make you feel good.” He looked down at her breasts after he felt some milk leak out onto his fingers. “Uh, that's the main reason. But, we also have to remember that Aunt Bella won't stand for me cumming right away without practicing some of what I've learned on you.” He looked at her intently. “Do you understand?”

“She won't know, she's not here.”

“Granger, please tell me you aren't that naïve.”

She paused a moment as she thought about the implications of his words. Startled, her big brown eyes went up to meet his. Knowing she understood, he leaned down and began to kiss her, his hand moving down to slip between her very wet legs. He found her being hairless a novelty, never having had a woman without hair to get in the way and get down his throat at inopportune times before, and he made a mental note to tell Pansy she was shaving herself before he touched her again. He also never knew a woman could become so fucking wet and respond to his touch like Hermione did, making his manhood want to explode as soon as she began to squirm and moan, just as she was doing now. He took in a deep breath, concentrating on it as he filled his lungs slowly and deeply, then thought about the pattern he imagined his spent air made as it flowed out of his mouth and along her body, all the while remembering what his Aunt had said about learning to control his desire to orgasm. He began trying to tighten his muscles that he used to stop the flow of urine, finding it difficult with the erection he was sporting, then he tried relaxing everything before tightening up again. He was going to learn, damn it! And was going to become a great lover by using all he had learned tonight.

He leaned down and began licking her nipples, licking away the sweet milk she was producing for her babies. He knew she was desperate to get back to them, but he had to make sure they did certain things and took a long enough time to satisfy his Aunt. Slowly, he began sucking on her, his mouth filling with her milk as her hands slid up his back and spasmed in his hair, her soft moans and gyrating hips making him struggle hard to practice his newly learned orgasm-delaying techniques. He slid a finger back down in between her legs, feeling her slick and oh, so hot wetness engulf his fingertips as his other fingers joined the first. He pushed her labial lips open so he could find her vaginal opening, a finger sliding in as she began to contract her muscles around it. 'Fuck, she feels so fucking tight!' He began to imagine his dick within that tight tunnel and had to force himself to back off and take deep breaths as the sudden urge to cum came over him.

Finally under control again, he worked his mouth down from her breasts, her hands in his hair and on his shoulder, her body continuing to move and twitch beneath his mouth and fingers as she sucked in little gasps of pleasure and let out tiny moans to torment him with. Gods, if only Pansy would respond to him like this!

Hermione felt Draco's mouth as he licked, nipped, and kissed his way down her belly, his hot breath swirling around her goose-pimpled skin, making her jump and quiver deliciously. His fingers were in her quim, up inside of her as she squeezed her muscles around them as hard as she could, knowing men liked it when she did that. His thumb would teasingly circle her clit and then move away, and she felt the beginnings of frustration settling in as she began to move her hips in an effort to get his fingers in the perfect spot.

“Oh, Draco! Draco...”

She didn't think sex with Draco would be like this. She always imagined him being selfish and wanting to get his own rocks off without caring about the woman. But then, as his Aunt had said several times during their 'lessons', he was his father's son. Mr. Malfoy was imposing, but she had found him to be surprisingly careful with her, doing things to make her respond favorably to his touch, even though he was, in truth, basically raping her. 'That doesn't sound right. I'll think on it later, when I'm not feeling so good.'

She finally felt Draco's breath swirling around her clitoris, and she opened her legs as wide as she could while also bucking her hips up. She could feel the outside of her vagina aching as her tissues became congested with blood, the heat of her sex radiating off of her, her clit begging to be stimulated properly. His warm breath, short and quick at times, long and deep at others as she felt him backing off and getting himself under control, flowed along her legs and the moist tissues of her sex, causing delicious waves of anticipation within her as she waited for him to touch her rosebud with his mouth. He had already done all this to her before, when Mistress was instructing him on what to do, but this time felt so, SO much better. Each time he exhaled she felt his warm breath eddy around the recesses of her vulva, briefly cooling her until she wanted his hands and hot mouth on her to warm her. She wanted him to do things to her, damn it!

“Oh, please, Draco, please!” She grabbed at the sheets around her and pulled as she arched her back and lifted her ass off the bed in frustration, her legs opening up even more. She watched as Draco lifted himself and moved between her legs, and she automatically raised her knees up further so her sex would be at the right angle for him. She growled when he came up over her, his mouth coming down on her own for a deep kiss as she felt his penis tapping her clit and sliding along her wetness. She closed her knees against his hips and bucked her own hips upwards, then rocked herself a few times as his cock slid along and stimulated her clit. He moved his lips from her mouth and chuckled against her neck, making her take in a surprised gasp of want as she tightened her neck and shoulder around his face.

“Granger!” was all he could growl before he began sucking on her, his hands coming up to cradle her breasts and pull on her nipples as he began to rock his own hips, sliding that silk covered steel dick of his against her throbbing tissues.

Suddenly, he pulled his hips away from her and rose onto one hand, his other hand going around the base of his dick, a pained look coming over his face while he held his breath. Hermione watched him questioningly, not sure what he was doing - she had never seen Sirius, Remus, or any of the other men do this before.

Finally, he relaxed and shakily lowered himself onto her once again as he began to gasp in lungfuls of air. He kissed where he saw he had given her a lovebite, then started kissing along her body once again, her hands on his shoulders, a smile coming to his lips as he watched her twitching to his touch. Finally, he was greeted with her fragrant sex, the clean musky odor making his own dick twitch in anticipation. He remembered the first time he had gone down on Pansy, his worry over what she would taste like almost ruining his fun; but now, the smell of a woman made his mouth water as his body responded to the knowledge it would have its turn and would soon be going over the edge in its own throes of ecstasy. Besides, he found he didn't mind the taste of woman, not in the least.

Slowly, he pulled her swollen lips apart, a new sight for him to see - Pansy had never been so excited at the thought of him touching her, and he was determined to get her to this point someday. Hermione began to slowly move her hips up and down, rocking them in her own adumbration of what was going to happen soon. Her begging him to 'please, hurry' didn't help his cock's wanting to explode all over her and he reached up to cover her mouth with his hand so he could shush her, which he found only worked for a few moments. He brought his face down so he could look at her, seeing how the vulva of a woman could indeed be compared to both a clam (at least she wasn't a hairy clam) and the petals of a flower – a most fragrant flower indeed. Briefly, he wondered if her being so much darker than Pansy was because she had been with child, then forgot that line of thought as she began begging him to hurry again.

He decided he didn't like the angle he was going to be at once he went down on her, so he grabbed her hips and turned her body sideways on the bed as he climbed off, then pulled her so she was near the bed's edge before lowering himself on the floor, down onto his knees, her sex now at the perfect height and angle for him to enjoy. He knew he had surprised her by doing this, but was glad she caught on right away and positioned her feet so her legs remained opened wide and out of the way.

He inspected her some more, marveling at the sight before him, before he finally brought his mouth to her nether lips, getting a fresh taste of her as she growled in appreciation, then gave out one of her little squeals he found so fucking arousing.

Slowly, he licked the tip of his tongue along her wet, wet, WET dark, dusky lips; savoring the silky texture as well as the clean, lemony taste. He marveled at the difference in taste between her and Pansy, having thought before that all women tasted salty, but with a strange metalic tang he couldn't identify. For a brief moment, he was disgusted with himself when he wondered what his Aunt tasted like before another one of Hermione's moans snapped him back to the task at hand that lay before him. Without hesitation, he brought the flat of his tongue along the inside of her inner lips, smiling as her body jerked slightly, knowing he was prolonging the agony she was enduring as she waited for him to move to that swollen nub he was eyeballing. He looked up and saw she was clinging to the sheets, her body tight in anticipation, and decided she had waited long enough.

Purposely, he slowly slid his hands along her inner thighs, feeling her muscles tremble as he did so, and brought his hand to the apex of her legs, his thumb coming down upon her nub before beginning to swirl around her button. He watched with fascination as the button slowly changed to a tiny elongated organ, surprising as well as dismaying him when he initially thought of it as a tiny penis jutting out of her. He looked up quickly, for some reason needing to reassure himself that he was indeed with a woman, big tits and all, before he continued to masturbate her. He wasn't quite sure if it was interesting or frightening, but when he had done this to her before, she hadn't seemed so big. Then again, Aunt Bella had been there. Tentatively, he brought his mouth down and around her clit, telling himself he was not sucking on a tiny dick.

Hermione's response to his mouth closing around her and his initial suck forced all worries and thought out of his mind. Her body literally lifted up off the bed and she squealed so loudly he would have sworn a pig was in the room. Her vaginal secretions began to flow and he found himself using his hands as well as his mouth all over her as she twitched and shuddered and moved to his touch. He finally put his arms around her thighs to hold her still and used his mouth on her until he felt her cum – and there was no question when she orgasmed as her body tightened and then spasmed, her hips jerking slightly as she initially held her breath, arching her back, and then exhaled with little satisfied moans as she began to relax. He had placed the fingers of one hand inside of her as soon as she had begun to climax, and he felt her convulse around them, suddenly making him wish his dick was inside of her while she continued to pulsate. He could feel muscles twitching in her legs and around her vaginal rim as his fingers slid out of her and wetly slid along her thighs as he stood.

He grabbed her legs and pulled them onto the bed, turning her body once again so he could lay down on top of her, his cock aching to be inside that exquisite body. He had never known his cock to literally throb in anticipation, but it was definitely doing so now. He had to get inside of her, and soon. He grabbed a leg and pulled it over his shoulder, as his Aunt had shown him, so he could penetrate her deeper and increase his pleasure, then used his hand to guide himself to her entrance. He looked at Hermione's tits, still leaking milk from those dark red nipples of hers, her tits so fucking big and round, and with a loud growl of satisfaction, he entered her with one smooth stroke.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. Fuck!”

He slid himself all the way into her wet heat, balls deep as it were, and felt her squeezing her muscles tight around him. She had her arms around his neck now, and he was amazed at how limber she was as he lowered himself so he could kiss her, his tongue meeting hers as she chased it back into his mouth with her own. They lay there for a moment, kissing, his one hand holding him up, the other slowly sliding up and down the back of her thigh before he brought it down onto the bed so he could grab her left leg and put it over his other shoulder. Slowly, he began pumping in and out of her as he strained to breathe slowly, his eyes closed while he concentrated on feeling her body around him as he slid out of her ribbed heat, then slid back in, making his nerve endings nearly shatter as the ache that had set up in his lower abdomen began to throb. His breathing quickened as he lost himself to his libido, his hips worked faster until he finally felt himself explode within her, his hips bucking with each shot of semen he deposited within her until he finally stilled.

He let her legs slide off of his shoulders so he could lay his length down on top of her, his breathing ragged as he brought his arms around her, his hands cradling her head. He felt her legs go around him, her ankles hooking themselves together as they both caught their breath, their slamming heart beats unhurriedly normalizing. He couldn't believe he was actually able to perceive her heart beating against her own ribcage and transmitting the sensation onto him, but he could. After a few moments, he kissed her neck a few times before bringing his mouth to hers, giving her a deep post-coital kiss while moving his hips in little circles, bringing a smile to her lips and effectively breaking their kiss.

He brought his head down and whispered into her ear, “Did you enjoy that?”

She whispered back into his own ear, “Yes, I did.”

“Good.”

He rolled off of her, pulling her with him so she lay next to him, his arm around her as she brought an arm and leg up onto him. He charmed the sheet over them and they lay there quietly, their bodies twitching as they lazily came to a satiated resting state. A few moments later, Draco realized Hermione had gone to sleep; her tiny, slow breaths rolling over his bare chest in tiny puffs that teasingly moved wisps of her hair back and forth. He kissed the top of her head as she slumbered, deciding to give her a few moments of peaceful rest, satisfied he had at least made her feel safe enough with him as well as good enough to orgasm. In his wildest dreams, he never thought he'd want to fuck the Mudblood Hermione Granger, but he found himself looking forward to the next time they would meet at his Aunt's house. Maybe next time, his Aunt would leave them alone for the duration of her visit.

'Maybe I'll ask for that for my birthday.'

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Author's notes, you may freely skip:

Lochia or the “after-baby bleeding” women have postpartum:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lochia
http://www.gynob.com/lochia.htm
http://www.epigee.org/fetal/post_bleeding.html
http://www.tpub.com/content/armymedical/MD0922/MD09220051.htm
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Ashwinder eggs:
http://www.hp-lexicon.org/magic/potions/potions-a.html
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Prolonging lovemaking techniques (Tantra)
[of course, Draco wouldn't be able to do what he did, being so young and inexperienced, but I had to do something to prolong his time with Hermione *smile*]:
http://www.ehow.com/how_2103232_prolong-lovemaking-tantric-sex.html
http://www.submityourarticle.com/articles/easypublish.php?art_id=2650
http://ezinearticles.com/?Premature-Ejaculation---A-Simple-Top-Proven-to-Prolong-Orgasm&id=1055651
http://www.reuniting.info/node/403
http://www.whitelotuseast.com/Tantra.htm
http://www.natural-penis-enlargment.com/how_to_delay_orgasm.htm
http://www.tantraattahoe.com/premature-ejaculation-ebook/free-early-orgasm-tips.htm
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Men's (and women's) thoughts on vaginal secretions. Of course, in this story and nearly every fanfic you read on the net, the man just 'loves' the smell and taste of a woman's vulva and her secretions (and all women swallow sperm). Same with a woman when two women go at it. Personally, I don't find the smell of myself or another woman erotic at all and I had to struggle to write those chapters when Hermione did it with other women. So, I decided to try and find info on the net about what others think on the subject (which I found very interesting):
http://en.allexperts.com/q/ObGyn-Pregnancy-issues-1007/VAGINAL-TASTE-1.htm
http://www.ibiblio.org/pub/electronic-publications/stay-free/10/semen.htm
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090227112216AASqIE8
http://www.dailycal.org/article/4058/sweet_n_low
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The clitoris (interesting photos on many of the pages):
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Clitoris_anatomy_labeled-en.jpg
http://www.gardenoffertility.com/female-repro-side.shtml
http://www.pukka.net/snotsykims/temple/
http://www.forplu.com/community/gals-like-us/clitoris.htm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/5013866.stm
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clitoris-Vivero-Becker.jpg
By the way, don't be fooled into thinking the only orgasm to have is a vaginal orgasm. Make that man (or woman) find your clit!

Also, interesting how few images you find on the aroused clitoris but the penis is everywhere.
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Sexual intercourse (as viewed by MRI):
http://www.bmj.com/cgi/content/full/319/7225/1596
http://stupac2.blogspot.com/2006/08/sex-in-mri-machine.html
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Okay, came across this site while looking for information about the clitoris. Disturbing to say the least, I sure am glad this was never done to me:
http://sheikyermami.com/2007/05/31/female-genital-mutilation-is-part-of-the-sunna-of-the-prophet/

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