What a Witch Needs

Hi everyone! This next chapter will be taking you through events that happen within the first three days of being at Marlston. Without spelling it out too much, I’m hoping people will start to notice how being at Marlston is starting to affect Harry, Draco and Hermione, especially during the last section of this fiction (the third day).

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This chapter was beta’d by gardengirlgarden, Narcissa Black and drama_queen. Thanks so much for your help!

The Boys Strike Back

After a long nap, the teens dressed and decided to try and find their way back to the dining room for dinner. After a few wrong turns, they finally found the right room by the simple solution of following their noses. Once again, the quiet house elves had managed to delight them with a sumptuous meal.

“I’d really like to take a look at the library again,” Hermione said after they were finished. During the tour this afternoon, she had only had a quick look around and knew that this was one place that she definitely wanted to come back to.

“I thought you might,” Harry smiled and yawned, stretching his arms back after that satisfying meal.

Bugger appeared as they were rising and said, “Is there anything you require, mistress?”

“Can you show us the way to the library again, please?” Hermione asked.

Bugger bowed and led the way to the enormous book lined room which already was lit by a fire in a round hearth in the center of the room. They walked up to the shelves and started glancing at the titles of various volumes.

“Will that be all, mistress?” Bugger said from his place by the door.

“Wait!” Harry said as he gazed at the books in front of him. “What’s wrong in here?”

“Wrong, sir?” Bugger said, unable to hide the nervousness in his voice.

“Harry?” Hermione asked. She didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

Harry looked at Bugger and said, “This is not the library of Dark Wizards.” Harry took down a volume from the shelf and read the title, “Magical Gardening.” He threw it on a desk and then took down another. “The Enchanted Tea Party,” he read out loud and then threw this book down as well.

Now Hermione and Draco began skimming the titles in front of them. There seemed to be nothing here that would suggest dark magic at all. Hermione turned to Bugger and said, “Is there another library?”

“No, mistress,” Bugger said, shifting his feet nervously.

Harry had been boring into Bugger with his eyes and then snapped, “Take it off! Take the enchantment off!”

“But… but… sir…,” Bugger struggled.

“You’ve enchanted the library?” Hermione asked in surprise. “Why?”

Bugger looked down at the ground in shame. “I wanted you to like Marlston, mistress, so you would stay,” Bugger admitted. He lifted his olive green hand and waved it through the air. The books on the shelves transformed in to old, worn volumes with titles such as, ‘Blood Magic’ and ‘Killing Curses with Finesse.’

“This is more like it,” Draco smiled as he began looking at the stacks again.

Hermione looked at Bugger with a frown as she said, “Is there anything else you’ve enchanted in Marlston?”

Bugger nodded his head in defeat.

Hermione sighed and said, “Please remove all the enchantments you’ve placed in Marlston and tomorrow I’d like you to show us anything we’ve missed.”

“Yes, mistress,” Bugger mumbled and disappeared.

Hermione looked at Harry and asked, “How did you know?”

“It just came to my mind that he was covering something up. Somehow I just knew what it was,” Harry shrugged.

They spent the next hour pulling books off the shelves and reading about various dark spells, curses, poisons, and rituals. Hermione was so absorbed in all the information on dark magic that it was a while before she noticed Harry and Draco sitting closely together, reading the same book and whispering to one another.

She stood up and stretched, making her way over to them. “What are you two reading about?” she asked. Both had somewhat guilty expressions on their faces as they looked up at her. Hermione reached over the desk and flipped the book over to see what it was. “Dark Sex Magic,” she read out loud. She smirked at them and said, “I should’ve known. Anything interesting in it?”

“Many things,” Draco smiled. Harry and Draco looked at each other conspiratorially and Draco said, “Love, do you remember when we let you live out your fantasy?”

Hermione squinted at them in suspicion as she slowly said, “Yes.”

“Well, Harry and I have found something that we’d really like you to do for us,” Draco smiled suggestively.

“I’m listening,” she said cautiously, thinking that anything found in a book about dark sex magic might be too off the wall.

Harry pushed the book towards her with it opened to a certain page. The boys became absolutely quiet as they waited for her to read.

“Hmmm,” she pondered as she continued reading. Her heart began racing as she continued reading further and a strange excitement began to build deep within her belly. “Well,” she said, glancing up at them with a blush, “I’m not sure I can handle that all the time. I mean, what if I’m in the middle of a test or in public or somewhere where I have to concentrate?”

“We wouldn’t be that insensitive, love,” Draco added quickly. “We’d use it with care.”
Harry nodded in agreement.

Hermione sighed and said, “Do either of you know how to do tattoos?”

“No,” Draco said. “But I know the perfect person. He’s done some for people I know well and he’s very discreet. We can have him come here.”

Hermione blushed and said, “But… well… they would be placed in a very private area.”

“We’d be there the whole time. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything,” Draco added.

She looked at the book again and said, “But these ingredients for the ritual… we didn’t bring them.”

“We can send to the village for what we need,” Harry said. “I’m sure the inn keeper, Belinda, would be able to get them for us.”

“And I’ll send an owl tonight and arrange for Paulo to come in a few days,” Draco said.

“Paulo?” Hermione asked.

“Yes, the tattoo artist,” Draco reminded her. “I think you’ll really like him.”

Hermione looked indecisive until Harry and Draco both came around the desk and sandwiched her in from both sides in an embrace. “Please, love,” Draco pleaded, “say yes.”

Harry ran his hand over her rear and coaxed, “Wouldn’t you like getting fucked even if we’re not there?”

“Well, perhaps,” she grinned. “But I can’t imagine what it would be like to have it happen just anywhere at any time.”

“Harry and I would have total control over it,” Draco said. “We wouldn’t do it if you had something important going on.”

“You promise?” she asked, still quite nervous about the whole idea.

They both nodded and kissed her sweetly. When Hermione bent her head to look at the ritual again, Harry and Draco exchanged wicked smirks above her head.

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The next day, Bugger led them straight to a door which he had hidden the day before by an enchantment. It led to steep stone steps that wound down and around. It reminded them of the dungeons at Hogwarts as the walls were rough stone and lit with torches. They wandered in many rooms which seemed dusty with disuse. Many had empty stone altars in the center and it was clear to them that these rooms were used for ritual work. Bugger also showed them a storeroom with many tools needed for dark magic rituals.

When they came to one large ritual room, they were surprised to see one whole side of the wall covered in cages of various sizes. In the cages were snakes, live ones.

“What are all these snakes for?” Hermione asked Bugger.

“They keep the mouse and rat populations down, mistress,” Bugger said. “Marlston has always kept snakes.”

Harry looked at them carefully and Hermione and Draco wondered if Harry would speak to them. The snakes seemed to look at Harry in return, just as curious. They heard no Parseltongue coming from Harry, however, and they soon exited the room.

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“What do you think of him?” Draco asked Harry as they stood in the entrance hall looking over the tattoo artist that had come at Draco’s request. The handsome young man looked to be in his mid twenties with long dark hair and tan skin. He sat on a chair in the company room with his back towards them while he sipped tea just served by a house elf. The tools of his trade were in a large case next to his feet.

“I think she’ll like him too much,” Harry said with a bit of trepidation at what they had planned. “You say he’s a whore too?”

“Yes,” said Draco with a small smile. “He was highly recommended by people I know. He’s well known for many talents.”

Harry turned his head and looked at Draco, “You know this first hand?”

Draco looked insulted at Harry’s insinuation. “No! Finding willing people has never been a problem for me.”

“Sorry,” said Harry. “Guess I do have a bit of a jealous streak.”

Draco snorted a laugh, “A bit? You accuse me of being possessive, yet you’re every bit as jealous as I am.” Draco placed his hand on Harry’s thigh and slowly raised it higher as he said, “You have nothing to be concerned about, you know.”

Harry felt his breath catch when Draco’s hand glided over his genitals. “I don’t want him to touch her,” Harry rasped out while trying to keep his wits about him despite Draco’s hand rubbing him in a most delicious way.

Draco removed his hand and looked at Harry in irritation. “You think I’d allow anyone else to touch her? I’m insulted, Harry.”

“Why’d you have to get a whore?” Harry asked.

“Because we can have fun with him,” Draco answered. When he saw Harry’s face darken dangerously he added, “Not in the way you are thinking.”

“Well, then explain what you have in mind,” Harry snapped.

“I’ve been told he’s a submissive and he likes it rough,” Draco said to Harry in a low voice.

“I won’t let you or her fuck him!” Harry said vehemently.

“Just listen to me!” snapped Draco. Harry looked at him and waited for him to explain so Draco continued, “We are not going to let him touch anyone. That’s the fun part. We’ll tease the fuck out of him and if he tries anything then we punish him.” Draco got a wicked smile on his face as he waited for Harry’s reaction.

Harry looked at Draco as if he were crazy, “You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”

Draco’s smile widened as he licked his lips and said, “Yeah, I know. You are too, except you won’t admit to it.”

“You’re completely mad,” Harry shook his head with a suppressed smile.

Draco placed a hand on Harry’s chest and pushed him backwards until Harry was against a wall and Draco was pressing on his front. Keeping a hand over Harry’s heart he whispered harshly, “I feel your heart pounding fast Harry, I know this whole idea excites you.” Harry was breathing hard and looking at Draco’s lips as Draco continued to speak, his pelvis rubbing against Harry’s erection. “We’ll tease him with our sexy little princess until he’s a complete wreck. He’s bound to slip up and try something. Then you and I will have to make him pay.”

“That’s cruel,” Harry whispered, as he couldn’t help bending his head forward and clasping Draco’s lower lip in his teeth and tugging at it.

Draco pulled his mouth away and smiled. “He loves pain, Harry. You wouldn’t want to know the things my father’s friends have him do. It’s what he’s into.” Draco pressed his lips onto Harry’s and the two entwined their tongues roughly, vying for dominance.

Harry felt that something must be wrong with him because Draco’s idea was turning him on. “I don’t want it to get out of hand,” he said when they broke their wild kiss. “Hermione won’t like it. She’ll get turned off.”

“Don’t worry,” Draco rasped as he ground his cock against Harry’s. “I’m not that twisted. Come upstairs and I’ll tell you what I have in mind, after I suck you off that is.”

Harry closed his eyes and groaned, “I’m going to cum in my trousers if you keep rubbing me like this.”

“Then let’s go,” Draco said as he took Harry’s hand and pulled him quickly upstairs.

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“Come on out, my love,” said Draco as he held open a towel. Hermione stepped out of the ritual bath and walked up to him, allowing him to rub her tingling skin with the warm towel. He carefully dried her body from top to bottom while Harry approached her with the black leather bustier that laced up in front from top to bottom. She lifted her arms and allowed him to wrap it around her torso and lace the leather up her front. Her breasts heaved with excitement when Harry’s fingers brushed over them while he worked. His eyes filled with appreciation for the delightful way her breasts were being pushed up and displayed.

Draco now came at her with another length of black leather and put it around her hips. It was a short mini skirt that zipped in the front from top to bottom. He zipped it and she gasped as the cold metal pressed against her newly shaved mound.

“No panties?” she asked huskily.

Draco gave her a small smile and said, “None.”

Hermione knew that the tattoos were to be placed on her inner thighs, close to her core and the thought hit her that Paulo would be getting a close view of her twat if she did not wear panties. She suddenly felt very shaky and Harry wrapped his arms around her from behind and gathered her close to his body as he whispered in her ear, “Shhh. It’s o.k. Hermione. You’re so beautiful, everything about you is beautiful.” He slid one hand down to her sex and slipped it under the leather as he ran his fingers through her moisture. His hot breath against her ear whispered, “You’re a goddess and everyone else has to worship you.” She closed her eyes and laid her head back against his chest, feeling drunk with the pleasure his fingers and words were giving her.

Draco was now kneeling in front of her and guiding her feet into the long leather boots that would reach above her knees. He ran his tongue up the inside of her leg where his hand, pulling up the zipper of the boot, soon followed.

She tossed her head from side to side and moaned, “Make me cum.”

Harry removed his fingers from her and said, “Not yet.”

Hermione’s eyes flew open and she looked at him sharply, “How could you tease me like this? You are so mean.”

With her boots all zipped, Draco now stood up and pressed his chest against hers and said, “Oh love, we are far from done with the teasing.” He took her hand and led her to a mirror to look at herself.

Hermione’s eyes opened wide when she saw how she looked. She wasn’t sure what to think. It felt like she was looking at a complete stranger. Harry had now removed the pins from her hair and her brown locks fell down over her shoulders and back. Draco took a black masquerade mask and placed it over her face. Her brown eyes could be seen through the eye holes as she perused the completed outfit. When Draco approached her with red lipstick, she backed her face away and said, “What are you doing?”

“Putting this on you, of course,” he grinned.

Hermione had never worn red lipstick before as she always preferred to wear makeup that looked natural and unnoticeable. She sighed and allowed him to carefully apply it to her lips and she was still more convinced that she was staring at a stranger in the mirror. Her mask and then her luscious red lips made her look mysterious and sexy indeed.

Draco put a hand on her cheek and ran his fingers softly over her skin in approval. “Mmm, the mysterious Lady Marlston, you are a goddess indeed.”

“I’m scared,” she whispered. Draco and Harry knew that she was not referring to the tattoos but to the way she would be exposing herself to a complete stranger.

“Do you trust us?” Draco asked softly, still caressing her cheek.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Then know that we are very jealous guys and we consider you completely ours,” Draco said as his fingers trailed from her cheek down her neck to her collarbone. She shivered as his digits fell further to glide smoothly over her pushed up breasts. “We will never allow another to touch you sexually, though he may want to.” His fingers now trailed over her leather covered nipples as he whispered with lust, “He may want to very badly.”
Then his eyes flicked up to hers and he added, “He only has permission to apply the tattoos. If he tries to do more, he will be punished.”

The boys turned around and grabbed their cloaks from the pegs. They donned the black garments and put the hoods up and over their heads so that their faces could not be seen in the recessed shadows of the face opening. It ran through Hermione’s mind how much they looked like Death Eaters at that moment and she swallowed hard.

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A/N Yes, things are starting to get darker and our heroes are starting to forget why they came to Marlston in the first place as they are getting so caught up in the dark energy of the place. Prepare yourselves for a very kinky ritual next time (just keep an open mind and bear with me LOL)

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