Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Draco Malfoy was about to explode. He was so angry with himself and her. Why the bloody hell hadn’t she said she was a virgin? Idly, he wondered if it would have changed anything.

Draco decided that he would have. He would have been slower, certainly, not used that position. Everything could have been easier. Not so shocking for him. Yes, this was definitely her fault.

Draco stalked down the hall to Pansy’s room and knocked sharply. After a muffled noise, Pansy opened the door a crack. Seeing Draco, she opened it wide with a small brittle smile.

“Come in Draco.” Her tone was sultry and she leaned against the door when she opened it. Pansy’s rail thin frame was covered by a leather bustier and matching skirt. She looked flushed slightly with excitement and Draco saw Ginny Weasley tied up in the corner of the room, naked.

Draco sighed slightly and pushed past her, heading for a leather club chair that sat in one corner of the room. He sprawled out in the chair.

Pansy clucked her tongue. “Mudblood giving you a hard time?”

Ginny’s eyes darted to Draco’s face in rage but she did not move or struggle from her position on the bed. Draco rubbed his neck wearily and ignored the Weasley.

“Can you get me a drink, Pansy love?”

Pansy nodded and went to her bar, pulling a bottle of fire-whiskey from below the counter she dropped a generous amount into a crystal goblet and held it out to him.

Draco clutched the double and tossed it back. He hissed as he felt the liquid burn a hole into his gut. “Damn, I needed that.”

Pansy stared at him and then walked back over to Ginny. She fondled her breasts, tugging at the nipples while she spoke. “I told you before Granger was too much trouble. You should have given her to LeStrange.”

“And when Voldemort saw the dead body and all his plans went to waste?” Draco murmured sarcastically.

Pansy shrugged.

“You know I am the only one with the self control to handle that little know-it-all.” Draco poured himself another glass.

Ginny gasped suddenly as Pansy viciously pinched her clit. Ginny arched her back in pain; she growled and slammed herself against the leather ties binding her, trying to break free. Pansy laughed.

“No, not yet Ginger.” Pansy slapped her thigh. Draco looked away with a mixture of pity and annoyance.

“Pansy, are you even listening to me?” Draco snarled as Pansy continued to torment the girl.

Pansy tossed her head. “Well what did you expect? You may have already deflowered your little Mudblood but I haven’t even started with my toy.”

Pansy glared angrily at him and stalked to the bar. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey in her hands, she thrusts it at him impatiently. “Take the damned thing.”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “You knew she was a virgin? You lied to me; you said she slept with Weasel and Potter.”

Pansy smirked maliciously. “Oh, I hope you didn’t hurt her. The first time is oh, so, tender on a naïve young girl.”

“You bloody slag!” Draco shouted before he could help himself. His fists curled around the bottle.

Pansy raised a cool eyebrow. “What do you care?”

Draco’s face grew curiously blank and he stuffed his rage deep down inside himself. He stared at the liquor and then Pansy darkly.

“I happened to like those sheets, Pansy. I did not want some filthy, Mudblood’s blood staining them. However, I will take your acceptable method of repayment.”

He raised the bottle of Firewhiskey, before bowing mockingly to Ginny.

Draco walked out of the room, ignoring the burning accusation in Ginny’s blazing eyes.


The room was dark and Draco could not make out a sound other then soft breathing. Hermione must be asleep. Draco looked down at the desk and saw a folded green robe and the silver chain that accompanied it.

Stripping off his robes, he climbed onto the bed. Hermione had curled up at the foot of the bed. Draco wordlessly picked her and laid her next to him on the huge bed. He wrapped an arm about her waist, pulling her up against him. He could smell the faint scent of his shampoo as he buried his face in her bushy and surprisingly soft hair. He would have thought it too be coarse, not soft, wild curls. Draco snorted as realized how stupid he sounded. Soft, wild curls indeed. He was loosing his mind. With that thought, he drifted off to sleep slowly.

Only to awaken at 6 am to a incredibly loud noise. Hermione had found her clothes.

“You can’t be bloody serious!” Hermione shrieked and stared hard at Draco. He looked befuddled and unbelievably cute with his damned hair sticking up and his shirt off.

“Who died?” Draco mumbled confusedly. He rubbed his eyes and looked for the source of the noise.

Hermione thrust a green cloth under his nose. “This! This is my school uniform. I look like a common slag!”

Draco took the green cloth and let it fall open in his lap. It was incredibly short robes and it had a matching green corset and bottoms. The robe tied at the throat with a ribbon and was very revealing. Once Hermione was wearing it, everything she had would be visible.

“HOW, is this conducive to learning exactly?” Hermione demanded icily.

Draco laughed. “Learning… That is a good one. Wake up, Hermione. You are an ornament. Voldemort does not intend to teach you anything. You are a symbol of his control. Nothing else. Any wizards that consider a revolt will think twice, seeing Granger and Weasley as controlled as House Elves. Used for only what is good between your legs. This is purposeful.”

Hermione felt cold inside. Draco’s words held a ring of unmistakable truth. Hermione dropped onto the bed, putting a distance between them.

Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at her hands. She felt helpless and lost. Her worst enemy was sitting besides her and she was his slave. Voldemort was God now.

Hermione stiffly picked up the clothes and walked to the bathroom. Draco watched her with narrowed eyes. After a few minutes, Hermione came out of the bathroom.

The robe fell to just past her thighs. A dark green silk that tied at her throat, it opened to reveal the body beneath. The pale green corset had darker green stays that laced up tightly, showing her immense cleavage and her tiny waist. A matching pair of dark green silk panties cut high on her hips and emphasized her long legs. Black witch boots completed the outfit, and it pushed her buttocks up, in short, Hermione looked like a walking sex ad.

Her plain features accentuated by dark kohl and blood red lipstick. Her hair fell in a wild, curly mass to her middle back. Draco was stunned shortly and he blinked as Hermione walked towards him.

Draco sounded confused. “You… are wearing make-up. You didn’t have to do that.”

“If I am supposed to be your whore, why shouldn’t I keep up the act?” Hermione’s eyes were carefully blank, but Draco could see the anger lurking there.

Hermione did not question her desire to put on make-up, it felt like armor. As if by changing whom she was to something so unrecognizable, then maybe it was not really she then.

Hermione had sobbed in the bathroom for a moment before she felt true rage fill her. She remembered the power she had over Draco last night and she felt a surge of vengeance seep through her. Her hands were applying the makeup before she even realized what was happening.

Draco looked gobsmacked. He was aroused by her appearance. Good. She would need that small amount of control.

Hermione wet her lips nervously. “Aren’t you going to get ready for school, Master Malfoy?”

Draco fell off the bed. “What did you say Granger?”

Hermione bent low in a bow, and Draco could see clear through to her nipples. Draco felt himself harden painfully fast.

“I said, Are you not going to get ready for your classes for the day, Master Malfoy?” Hermione responded quietly and she got a clean robe and set it out on the bed.

Draco stood up from the floor and shook her. “What are you playing at?”

Hermione frowned. “Have I displeased you Master?” Hermione looked puzzled.

Draco felt unreasonably irritated at her lack of communication. Draco walked to the bathroom door and slammed it behind him.

Hermione sunk onto the bed, her heart beating wildly. Draco seemed confused by her compliance. All of this was good.

Hermione suddenly prayed she would be able to continue the charade long enough to get Ginny and escape, even if it meant having to kill their captors to do it. Hermione wondered if she was overdoing it with the Master line.

Draco stormed out naked and wet from the shower. He toweled down and grabbed the robes she set out. His expression was unmistakably grim and she suddenly wondered if he actually enjoyed his new role with the Dark Lord.

Draco grabbed her and motioned for her to stand still. He opened a drawer and pulled out a velvet box. Setting it on the desk, it opened and she saw a beautiful green collar with diamonds and emeralds studded in it. Draco pulled it out and clasped it about her neck. With a flick of his wand, the necklace glowed bright blue and sealed.

Hermione looked curiously at Draco for a moment.

“It’s a magic dampening shield. The clasp is spell encrypted, and this is required of all Mudbloods in the castle. You won’t be able to steal anyone’s wand this way.”

Draco smirked slightly at her forlorn expression. Draco knew that something had been suspicious with the way she was acting earlier. Draco slid a hand under her robes and caressed her side.

“Not that you would want to leave your Master, anyway, right?” Draco smirking tone depressed Hermione and she closed her eyes.

“Come on Mudblood. We do not want to be late to class. The Carrow’s are very strict.” Draco grabbed her wrist and tugged her along with him out of the room.

Hermione picked up his books and followed him. Hermione knew she had to survive this if she wanted to stay alive and kill Voldemort’s Horocrux. She could only hope that Draco wouldn’t figure out what she was doing.

Hermione had a feeling this was going to be rather difficult.

Very difficult.


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