Ultimatum

Disclaimer: I don’t own it.

A/N: I’m not dead and this story is not finished. I’m sorry that it took so long.

Old Friends

“Hermione!” Ginny cried out as Hermione walked into the door for lunch.

“Ginny,” Hermione said happily and gave her friend a hug.

“I thought you were dead,” Ginny said.

“Nope, alive and well,” she said, detaching herself from the hug. Draco walked in when they pulled apart. He walked up to Hermione.

“After lunch I’ll give you a tour,” he said.

“Mmmkay,” Hermione said and stood up on tiptoe to kiss him. They brushed noses as they pulled apart and then kissed again briefly and Ginny couldn’t help but notice the genuine affection in the kiss.

“See you,” he said.

“Mmmhmm,” she murmured. She turned back to Ginny. “Where do we sit?” she asked and Ginny led the way to the girl’s table.

Hermione followed Ginny over to the table where all of the girls were sitting. The twins smiled brightly at her, especially Parvati. Susan just stared at her plate as stray tears fell from her eyes.

Ginny sat down and Hermione took the empty seat at the table. “We’ve been waiting a while for that seat to be filled,” Parvati said.

Hermione smiled at her old roommate. “It’s good to see you all, well, considering the circumstances.”

“Well, eat up, Hermione, I’m sure you haven’t had anything good in a while,” Ginny said.

“No, I haven’t,” Hermione said and looked to the table. Well, even if they were treated as slaves, they were still fed as royalty. She grabbed a slice of Shepard’s pie and ate it ravenously.

“So, I got four today so far,” Ginny said to start conversation.

“Seven,” Parvati said.

“Only two for me,” Padma smiled.

Susan wiped her red eyes. “Seventeen,” she said softly.

Since Hermione had no idea what they were talking about, her gaze drifted to her handsome captor. She was admiring him when Ginny started shaking her shoulder.

“What?” she asked.

“How many?” Ginny asked.

“How many what?” Hermione questioned.

“How many times has Malfoy used *Crucio* on you today?” she asked.

“Oh,” Hermione said. “None.”

They all looked at her, shocked.

“Why?” Hermione asked.

“He doesn’t wake you up with one?” Ginny asked. That was how Zabini had woken her up everyday since her capture.

“No,” Hermione said.

“What, he just let you wake up whenever?”

“No, he started touching me, then he took me from behind while we were still lying down.” She expected more shocked expressions from the girls but got none. “Did you know you could have sex like that?” she asked.

“Yes,” they all said.

“Wow,” Hermione said. She shoved a bite of Shepard’s pie into her mouth.

“So how did he break you?” Parvati asked.

“He told me that it would stop—” she started.

“That’s how they all did it,” Susan broke out. “But it doesn’t stop.”

They all lowered their eyes when Zabini gave them a glare from the other table for Susan being too loud.

“It’s all right, Susan. You’re alive and that’s all that matters,” Padma said.

“Alive when Ernie is dead,” Susan said. “Being used by Nott when I only want to be with Ernie wherever he is.”

Hermione wiped a tear away. Draco had been right, they were slaves.

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

Meanwhile, at the boys table, Draco was trying to convince them that Granger was wiling to be with him and all of the benefits that came along with that fact.

“If Granger was so willing then why did it take her so long to decide?” Zabini asked with his cold, dark eyes.

“That’s actually the funny part,” Draco said. “She though we couldn’t be together if she agreed to become a Death Eater.”

“I don’t believe it,” Nott said. “You can’t torture her and have her still be willing.”

“If you torture them right, they’ll be more than willing.”

“And what’s so great about having a woman willing to do something when you can just take it from her?” Nott asked.

“There’s a million great things about it. On the top of the list though, is that it’s so much more pleasurable to fuck a wet woman.”

“Like in the shower?” Crabbe asked.

Draco shook his head. “No, Crabbe, *naturally* wet,” he said.

“I don’t understand,” Goyle said.

“Make them cum before you fuck them,” Draco said.

“And how do you do that?” Crabbe asked.

“You use your tongue and mouth and fingers on her cunt, but mostly focus on the clit and—”

“What’s a clit?” Goyle asked.

Draco slammed his head down on the table. “You’re helpless,” he murmured.

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

After dinner that night was the meeting in which the Dark Lord told all of his plans and progress.

Hermione walked in with Draco, who was looking mighty smug. He had finally convinced the guys at dinner that Hermione was willing to be with him and then had proceeded to give them all a lesson on female anatomy.

Zabini was the only one who had seemed indifferent to Draco. Listening but disagreeing with almost everything said.

Draco walked with Hermione on his arm over to his mother and the Dark Lord—they had become lovers long before Lucius died, it had only given them a reason to get rid of him.

“Mother,” Draco said formally and she smiled at him. “Sir,” he then addressed Voldemort. Hermione shook Mrs Malfoy’s hand and was suddenly in the older woman’s embrace.

“You’re such a beautiful young woman. You’ll make a great wife,” she said.

“Thank you,” Hermione said and meant it. “Sir,” she said to Voldemort, bowing slightly to the powerful wizard.

“It’s good that you’ve finally succumbed to Master Malfoy’s charms,” Voldemort said.

“Yes, it is,” Hermione said and bowed once again.

Draco pulled Hermione away from them and sat on a chair. Hermione—seeing the other girls sitting at the boy’s feet—made to sit on the floor. Draco instead pulled her back so that she could sit on his lap. “Stay here,” he said and then turned her face so he could kiss her.

An ‘Ahem’ broke their kiss as the meeting started. Draco was so distracted throughout the meeting that he didn’t hear a word that his Lord had said.

Hermione was just too distracting. She was moving her cute little ass on his lap, rubbing against his hardening cock. She also had one hand thrown behind her head and let it rest on the back of his neck. She was relaxing against him with her cheek on his shoulder, looking ready to go to sleep.

Draco was also distracted by the looks he was receiving for Hermione being in this position. Voldemort and his mother seemed pleased. Most of the other men looked at angry that she would willingly touch him like that, making eyes down at their prizes who wouldn’t even get close to them even with a few crucios.

The girls looked disgusted that she would touch him willingly if she didn’t have to, except for Weasley who looked wistful.

“Meeting adjourned,” Voldemort said finally. Draco had to shake Hermione slightly to get her to wake up, she was napping.

They walked out the room after Voldemort and Narcissa before the room behind them burst into conversation that Draco didn’t want to hear and was glad that he didn’t. Him and Hermione walked slowly back to his room.