Warriors of the Wasteland

Too easy, too fucking easy. This was a joke right! Hermione Granger, was that even her name or had she gone ahead and married the red oaf? 'Mudblood!' He preferred that. Swimming naked in a pond accompanied by the oafs little sister. The blond dimwit and the raven haired Ravenclaw. How fucking splendid. He snickered to himself, not making a sound he would enjoy his luck first before he showed himself and his comrades.

The wards had been a joke, easily removed, he and his small troop stumbled upon it by chance. He easily brought them down, hearing the girls laughter when it came down, they followed the voices until they came upon the stream, four naked girls. Nymphs-like splaying in the water like small children, clearly having fun. 

Fun..... He remembered faintly, he had once had fun, another life ago, maybe counting murdering and raping, was that fun, could one call it that. He snickered, yeah, maybe to him it was. 

Zabini, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle and himself checked the surroundings, the girls were on their own, it wasn't possible, girls without men..... How utterly preposterous, dumb, fucking idiots, letting their females go unguarded. And Hermione Granger and the Red Weasley girl, fucking unbelievable. 

Draco signalled his men, surrounding the women they would capture, he let his men collect the girls wands first, he would keep them as his trophy, he was their Captain after all. 

Hermione was the first to get out of the water, go figure. Her eyes darted warily around, something obviously set her off, too long to late, Draco smirked. One couldn't even call it a smile. He felt amused, watching the brunette emerge, her body glistening with water drops, the sun illuminating her body, she was well defined, perky tits, toned arse, flat tummy, very shapely arms and legs, sun kissed face, she got out often then. Very nice, very pleasing to the eye, Draco mused to himself, he would have her right here, he admitted to himself it was a bit of a perverted fantasy becoming reality. He wanked himself of to her image, the dirty 'Mudblood whore, making him do that to himself. In the flesh, very much naked, unprotected, it was fate smiling at him.

He waited for her in the shadow of a tree, her clothes inches away. Hermione searched for her wand, Draco held it in his hand, she would soon enough find him standing there, his wand aimed at her.

Hermione's face paled at the sight of his boots, her eyes, slowly facing up , her gaze on his wand, pointing at her.

He pocketed her wand and held his finger against his lips, "sssshhhh" a low hiss escaped his mouth, his finger leaving his mouth, crooked, signalling her to step closer.

"Not a sound, 'Mudblood' or your friends die!" He showed her where his troop was, ready to kill the oblivious girls in the water.

"Turn around face the tree!" He ordered her.

Hermione complied, she knew what was coming, she had seen Draco's eyes turn dark, checking out her frame, his eyes stayed a moment to long on her breasts, resting at her intimate area, he practically salivated. A small neatly trimmed triangle her eager flesh hanging from her outer lips, he wanted it even more now.

Draco stood behind her he pulled her arm behind her. "Oh, Granger, you are in luck!" He chuckled. 

Hermione whimpered, the bark scraping against her naked flesh, pain shooting behind her eyes as he pulled her arm almost out of its socket. 

Draco's lips almost on her ear, his foul breath in her nose. She shuddered.

"Your in luck, Witch, I'm going to give your arse some well deserved attention.

Hermione closed her eyes, Ron never went there, it would hurt she knew that, deciding to block whatever he would do to her, protecting the others from being killed.

"Just kill me Malfoy, do it!" She said with a croaking voice. She didn't want to die, but maybe she would meet Harry on the other side of the veil, she could wait there for Ron.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, little slut! You're not getting out of this so easily!" He reassured her with a gentle voice.

Hermione heard him unzip his trousers. He kicked her legs aside and breached her virginal anus, pushing in her un-lubricated back.

Hermione wanted to wail, it hurt like hell, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction so she didn't.

 "Oh, yes, fuck you're tight 'Mudblood', so Weasel doesn't go there huh?!" He sounded proud.

Finally, he so much wanted her, memories flashing back to when her hair was an untangled mess, her fist on his jaw, the memories of Bellatrix torturing her, no he loathed his aunt for that, back in the day. Now he wasn't sure he would love to own her, torture her, rape her, maybe fill her up, breeding his babies in her womb, mmmmmmyes, that he wanted that.

As Draco took Hermione hard against the tree his companions grabbed the other girls, they awaited the same fate as Hermione.

The troop apparated the girls back to the castle, their wands lying broken on the forrest floor, accompanied by their clothes.