Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Draco studied Hermione for a long moment. The way her hair curled wildly, the softness of her bottom lip, the scent of hyacinth that seemed to exude from her now, and he concluded that during school he had never really looked at her. He just saw her as Mudblood companion to Pothead, an annoying member of the Golden Trio, intent on making his life hell. If he had really seen her, then things would have been different, he argued with himself. He would have been a better person, maybe.

Hermione wet her lips, staring back at his silver orbs that were devouring her features in detail.

“Draco?” whispered Hermione; her eyes rounded widely, her eyebrow quirking.

“You are so beautiful to me; it’s just amazing that I never realized it in school, so perfect, every wild tendril of hair seems to have a purpose of making me happy. So tell me Hermione, you are a clever girl, whose child is it? Professor Snape seems too casual about it. He must think it is not his,” purred Draco with contentment.

“I suspect it is yours,” whispered Hermione hesitantly, her eyes dropping to the book splayed in front of her.

“This child will be the heir of Slytherin and Ravenclaw, as well as the Malfoys. As far as parentage, there are worse options, I suppose,” Draco stroked his chin thoughtfully, his eyes glittering as he watched her.

Hermione felt an air of cold soak through the back of her shirt, despite the oppressive heat. Hermione tilted her head and stared across at Draco’s intense gaze.

“Are you feeling okay, Draco?” Hermione worried her bottom lip, watching a sweat break out over his forehead. His pupils dilated slightly and he smiled widely to her.

“Of course, my heart,” replied Draco, as he pulled her up from the chair.

“What are you working on?” Draco blinked slightly, glancing towards the list of ingredients on the desk. “Clever girl, your such a clever girl,” murmured Draco under his breath and he turned away from her, dropping the paper to the table..

His silver eyes traveled over the length of the walls, studying everything with a curious detachment that made a feeling of dread roll through Hermione’s stomach. She flicked her eyes downward to the list and she flicked her wand, catching the list on fire.

Draco turned around with a hiss. “Why did you do that, love?” His words were drawn out and sickly sounding, as Draco rounded on her pressing her into the table.

“Oh, you know, I don’t like clutter,” whispered Hermione, feeling nauseous at the rather lame excuse, but for some bizarre reason Draco did not press her.

His delicate fingers pressed into her abdomen gently. Hermione felt her heart leap into her throat at the actions, somewhere in her head, warning bells were sounding off.

“Draco? I think I feel ill, I am going to lie down for a bit,” murmured Hermione, not looking into the icy eyes that seemed to be staring through her.

“We are alone, dear heart. Let us take advantage of it,” Draco pressed his erection against her thigh, he slowly walked her towards the bedroom. “Unless you can give a reason not too? Don’t you love me? Don’t you want me? Voldemort is winning and we need to take all the chances we get to be together,” Draco murmured, pulling off his shirt as he advanced towards her.

Hermione froze. Draco NEVER said Voldemort’s name. Whether it was a remnant of his time as a Deatheater, or a fear of the jinx, Draco referred to him as the Dark Lord. Something was not right and she was genuinely afraid. Something small had changed Draco and she was not sure what it was. Nothing was different that she could remember.

Hermione began to tremble involuntarily from Draco stalking towards her. The Dark Mark stood out against his pale skin, it seemed to be more menacing then usual, pulsing black ink as it wriggled in his skin. It occurred to Hermione that she had never wondered how Draco escaped being called back to Voldemort. He seemed so strong, almost incapable of influence the entire time she was there in Hogwarts.

What was different? Hermione’s mind scrambled as Draco moved up behind her. He dropped a gentle kiss on her shoulder, his hands shredding the top she was wearing. “You are going to make a beautiful mother, Hermione,” Draco whispered, and he bit down at the pulse of her neck. Hermione shuddered, her sensitive nipples beading at the sensation, despite her fear.

Hermione stayed still, and she could feel Draco’s long fingertips cupping her bottom as he pushed his erection up against her. The thickness startled her as she jumped slightly. Her nerves were on end.

Draco whispered, “Why so nervous love?” his tone grew suspicious sounding and he pushed her onto the bed. “Get on your knees; I want to worship the mother of my child. That’s not so terrible, is it?”

Hermione bit down on her lower lip, PRAYING to God that someone came back soon.

“No, I want you…” whimpered Hermione in reply, and Draco misinterpreted the sound.

Draco laughed and stroked her slick folds from behind, his hands gripping her buttocks, as he butted his cock up against her. “Say you love me,” hissed Draco.

Hermione trembled slightly, and she forced the words out.

Draco looked speculatively at Hermione.

He ran his fingertip from the bottom up to the hot pink entrance of her cunt, and then his thumb pressed on her anus, pushing open that hot, tight hole. Hermione whimpered in pain slightly and she squirmed.

“No, I think it’s safer this way for the baby,” Draco grinned maliciously.

“Please Draco, it hurts me,” Hermione trembled, her buttocks clenching as she stayed on all fours.

“So? Pain is good, sometimes, it is the only thing that is real about a person,” replied Draco, and he pressed his cock where his thumb was, and pushed inside slowly, stretching out her ass. His other hand went down and began to thrust slowly inside her pussy, wriggling teasingly.

Hermione felt extremely stretched and full of his wiggling fingers, and she moaned low in her throat, her body shuddering at the humiliating position. She felt utterly exposed to him and vulnerable. From this position, Draco, or whatever was inside of Draco, could destroy her easily from this position. Still, Draco was being surprisingly careful with her, despite the pain that he was causing.

Hermione gasped as he pulled out his fingers, and he began to thrust more completely into her ass, the pain began to build without the pressure on her clit and she moaned hoarsely. “Please…” shuddered Hermione.


“Please…” Draco laughs as he begins to pummel his cock deeply inside her ass, riding her hard, allowing her to experience only the pain. Hermione began to cry, the pain from the coupling was making her tense up more and she could not relax against the onslaught of his punishing cock. Hermione was beginning to feel faint from the everlasting pain and she almost missed his thinly veiled words. Words that set her heart on fire.

“I dare say, this will not be the first time you say please to me, Cousin,” whispered Draco maliciously and he jerked her head up behind her hair. Draco grunted, as he pounded viciously into her repeatedly until finally he jerked. Draco pulled out and showered her in wet stickiness, staring down at her with a leer.

“Cousin, you will realize that regardless of what fantasies that Dumbledore fills your head with, I am the new ruler of this Utopia,” hissed Draco maliciously, but for the first time, Hermione could see the truth behind his eyes.

Voldemort was lurking in the shadows of his beautiful, silver eyes; the Mark was oozing black blood down Draco’s arm. Hermione felt her tears frozen on her face as she tried to sit up, but it hurt badly.

“No cousin, I like you on your knees,” hissed Voldemort, through Draco’s eyes. “You realize the depth of the damage I can do to you lover, don’t you?” his tone was musing.

“That is why you haven’t reached for your wand. After the death of so many Deatheaters, through defection, and various other problems, I changed the binding contract with the Mark. I am now able to possess and control my minions. It certainly prevents defection and the spilling of secrets. Lucky for me, Malfoy was a newer recruit. Although he failed to respond initially, I knew that eventually, Malfoy would be mine to control,” hissed Draco with a sneer.

Hermione’s mind worked quickly to figure out how Draco initially fought off Voldemort’s control and she nearly cried. THE BLOODY ELDER WAND. Once he gave it to Snape, Draco was unable to protect himself. Draco probably had not even realized the importance of the wand the whole time. He had always had it, since the sixth year.

Obviously, Draco was concealing some things; at least he was fighting Voldemort. He still believed Severus was dead. She did not think that he could do Occulmens in this form.

Hermione lunged across the room, grabbing her robes, with her wand inside and ran down the hall. Draco looked surprised as though, he was not expecting her to try to escape him.

Hermione threw herself into the nearest room and locked the door. Hermione knew it was stupid locking out the world’s darkest wizard, but since it did not burst open immediately, she figured he could not find a wand. Hermione gave a desperate laugh at the thought of a Muggle lock keeping out Lord Voldemort.

Hermione looked around and she realized that she was in Harry’s bedchamber. Hermione eyes caught on the pensieve gleaming on the desk. Snape’s memories. Hermione pulled Snape’s memory from the pensieve with a swish, and she promptly pulled her own memories of everything since they had left Hogwarts and inserted it inside the pensieve. Hermione threw the pensieve under the bed and turned to the door, with her wand at the ready. She would try to stupefy him if she could. The sound of footsteps came towards the door.

Draco strolled casually towards the door. “I will kill you lover in the most painful way you can imagine if you do not come out,” purred Draco through the door, holding a butcher knife up to his throat, pressing the tip in so blood trickled out. “Beheading is just as efficient as wizard wands, as you well know, Muggleborn. Throw the wand under the door.”

Hermione closed her eyes and tears spilled silently down her cheeks. Harry had everything that he needed to destroy Voldemort; she could not let Draco die this way. Hermione slowly lowered the wand to the ground, and with a sob she rolled it through the door.

The door blasted open with a cry of ‘Alohamora!’ and Draco stood staring across at her. His pale hair fell into his eyes, now almost entirely black, his beautiful face was grinning dementedly at her. His body was tense; his hand gripped her wand as the Dark Mark coiled and writhed, pulsing blackness from his pale flesh.

“Now, discussion time is over, Hermione,” murmured Draco with a chiding tone. “You are wasting my time, and I don’t appreciate it.” Draco strode towards her and grabbed her by the hair.

Hermione cried out from her the painful hold and Draco laughed. “I like it when you cry, Hermione. You will have to do it more often when we go home,” purred Draco and he licked the tears spilling from her face. “Lovely.”

“Home?” whispered Hermione with a moan of disgust.

No sooner had she said that, Draco tilted the wand down to the burning, coiling serpent Mark on his arm, and she felt him grab tight to her. Hermione’s body pressed reluctantly against him, and then everything spun out of control as they Disapparated, leaving India far behind.



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