Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

Everyone filed back into the joke shop a few hours later. The group was surprised to see it empty.

“Hermione?” Ginny called out as she pushed into the kitchen, stopped at the sight of the kitchen block spilled, and knifes spread out on the ground in a jumbled mess. “Oh gods, something is wrong,” whispered Luna. She pointed to the smashed door to Harry’s room.

Nia bent down and looked at spots of black inky looked blood that littered the floor in the hallway. “Look, there is blood here,” whispered Nia in horror.

“And here…”Blaise murmured grimly, staring at the bedroom doorway.

“There was a struggle in my room. Why my room?” questioned Harry with a puzzled look. “I didn’t have anything in here except the pensieve, which is now missing….” He trailed off and began to search the room.

“Found it!” Harry’s muffled voice came from under the bed. “I wonder…” Harry stuck his finger inside the crystal and suddenly he became quiet.

The group watched him become sleepy eyed and still. Suddenly Harry burst out with a gasp. “Voldemort! He took over Draco and he must have taken her. Gods, the things he did to her,” rasped Harry.

Ginny grimaced and fisted her hands. “We have the rest of ingredients, we just better hope that Snape makes his way back soon with what’s missing.”

Luna clasped a hand over her mouth. “Poor Hermione, she must be so frightened.”

Ginny turned to Blaise, with a panicked look. “What about you? Can Voldemort come here through you?”

Blaise raised an eyebrow. “I never took the Mark. I gave the Dark Lord substantial financial assistance, and he was waiting until I had proven myself. Besides, you think I would mar this handsome body with that gross mark?”

Ginny smiled faintly. “I just assumed you were hiding it.”

“As many Deatheaters did,” murmured Blaise with a small frown.

“Now, we just have to wait until Snape arrives with Mariah,” Harry sighed.

….

Severus Snape was a cheap bastard. The shopkeepers had never been argued with so much in their lives. Snape glared, grimaced, scowled and contemplated murder, at least a hundred times since they began their shopping excursion. Mariah watched the teenaged wizard with the soul of a cranky old Potions Master, wheel and deal with the ease of a professional.

Mariah leaned up against the doorjamb outside of the last shop; she hugged herself, thinking about all the ingredients that they had with them. Snape had not paid for a lick of it. The Elder wand had transfigured rocks into Galleons before they even reached their destination; it was the principle to Severus Snape. Mariah secretly thought that he liked to argue and cause problems, but whatever. He was magnificent to watch, Mariah sighed.

Snape pulled out of the store with a gleam of avarice, glittering in his dark eyes. He was grinning like a maniac as he thrust the final purchases at her. Mariah grunted as she juggled the bags. “You could help, you know?”

Severus tilted his head to the side curiously, “Why?”

Mariah glared at him. Severus felt the irrepressible desire to begin snogging her right then and there. She looked so sexy when she was angry. Her eyes darkened to a stormy blue, and her mouth set in a flat line.

Severus grabbed some of the bags back from Mariah, his blunt fingers brushed against her arm and she shivered reflexively. Severus licked his lips, staring at her mouth, wondering if she would reject him if he pushed her into the wall and began fucking her right there in the alleyway like a tart.

“Come along, we are on a time schedule,” Severus murmured, pushing the traitorous thoughts aside.

Mariah nodded numbly, and followed him.

Snape moved to the outside gates of Daigon Alley and he grabbed her close to him. “Hold on,” he whispered roughly against her ear. Then just as quickly, Severus licked her mouth and Mariah gasped in shock as suddenly, they blinked out. Pop!


….


Draco dragged Hermione by the hair towards the tunnel leading to Voldemort’s lair. He had not said a thing since they Disapparated outside of the school. Hermione stumbled behind him, struggling not to cry. Hermione’s scalp was on fire from his rough handling and she could feel a distinct ache in her body from the rough sex. He grabbed her upper arm and shoved her through the water, and she came to a stand still outside of the tunnel.

Hermione saw the broken cage that Nagini was held in, smashed on the floor. Voldemort was sitting on a throne, with his supplicants surrounding him. His liquid serpent eyes were closed shut and his bony, spindly fingers gripped the sides of his chair as he concentrates. Draco shoved her foreword towards the group of Deatheaters, with a smirk. Hermione fell to her knees before Voldemort, and one of them grabbed her hair and forced her face up to him. Draco handed his wand to Pansy, who was grinning maniacally at him, with her hand outstretched. Pansy used her wand to magically bind Draco with a partial body bind. Draco sighed and closed his eyes.

Voldemort opened his eyes and rose from the throne. As he descended, his robes licked and curled about him as he walked towards Hermione. Draco’s eyes shot open and she could see the whites of his eyes as he strained against the invisible bonds.

“I am impressed Malfoy. You somehow managed to escape with your darling, and get off school property. You must have known this was all going to end badly,” a rich silky voice hissed out as Voldemort, reached down to touch the top of Hermione’s head.

“How far along are you now, Cousin?” murmured Voldemort, eyeing Hermione’s flat belly.

“Three days?” Hermione responded sarcastically.

Voldemort nodded at her tone and then with a quick strike, Hermione felt his backhand reach out and connect with the side of her head. Hermione could feel her ears ringing from the slap.

“Now cousin, your mother would be disappointed with your dimwittedness,” the silky voice continued. “You took an aging potion to leave the school grounds. How much time has passed for your lovely baby?”

Voldemort’s hands cupped her naked breasts, and she struggled against the Deatheater that was pinning her down. His thumb stroked across the nipple and Hermione wept, as her breasts that had been sensitive began to pucker and swell, against her control. Voldemort bent his head and began to suckle at the nipple, pulling obscenely on her.

Hermione cried out and tried to pull away, but to her shame, drops of milk began to bead up and Voldemort licked at her, tenderly, in his own grotesque way. Hermione could not breathe, as she felt the wizard begin to feed off her. Witch’s milk is very powerful as a potions ingredient. Voldemort was not a fool and he pulled her up against him, suckling hard as would a babe.

“Please don’t,” whispered Hermione, her cheeks flaming, as she finally begged him to stop..

Voldemort motioned with his wand and Hermione cried out as Voldemort slashed at her, dropping her Concealment Charm. Hermione stared down at the ground, and the Deatheaters gasped around her.

Draco stopped struggling and stared at her in amazement.

Hermione’s belly jutted out slightly with a rounded bump, her breasts leaking, she looked about six months pregnant.

“My, my... with the right potion, we could be popping babies out of you, every month,” hissed Voldemort and he cupped her belly, pressing the spindly fingers to her swollen flesh.

Hermione said nothing but the tears rolled rapidly down her face, and she felt shame burning into her features as all of the Deatheaters stared, leered and gawked at her naked form.

Draco’s eyes glittered with tears and rage, his beautiful lips pressed into a flat line as he struggled against the bounds but nothing budged, he slowly panted and spoke with the utmost loathing. “I will kill you TOM RIDDLE; you will die by my hands for what you do today. Remember that,” spat Draco.

“Very threatening coming from a bound, wandless, pathetic excuse for a Deatheater. We are all familiar with your ineffectual attempts at murder,” hissed Voldemort scathingly.

Pansy stared at Voldemort with a terrified look, and he held up a hand to her.

“Pansy! Bring the rest of the potion,” commanded Voldemort. Pansy slunk forward with a mean expression and she handed the flask over to Voldemort. “You have pleased me, my good servant,” murmured Voldemort as he surveyed the skinny witch.

“I agreed to grant you one favor for this service. You may have it,” whispered Voldemort as he probed the dark little witches thoughts. “Does your wish remain the same?”

Pansy licked her lips and nodded solemnly. “So be it. He must forget everything. I want him LOYAL, this time witch, do not screw it up.” hissed Voldemort.

Pansy looked over at Draco and the Deatheaters parted as she walked to where he was held.

Pansy pinched his nose and tilted his head back. His throat gasped in surprise as Pansy began to suffocate him. He held his breath, while Pansy’s glittering eyes laughed at him.

“Open up, Draco,” Pansy waited until he was gasping for breath, and she poured the contents of a vial down his throat.

Draco gasped, choking on the liquid, trying to cough it up but somehow the liquid poured into his gullet helplessly. Pansy released his bonds and Draco fell to his knees, choking and coughing.

Pansy bent down with a look of feigned concern.

“Draco, lover, what’s wrong?” said Pansy sweetly, her hands stroked Draco’s hair affectionately and he finally bent upwards, straightening under Pansy’s touch.

“Nothing love, just something in my throat,” replied Draco. His eyes widened as he took in the naked and pregnant Granger, and Voldemort and everything else.

“Who knocked up the Mudblood?” whispered Draco in surprise. His hands moved to caress Pansy’s shoulder, and he smirked.

Any trace of the Draco Malfoy that Hermione Granger knew seemed gone.

Hermione gave a scream of pain and anguish, as she stared into the empty gaze of Draco Ferret Malfoy. “No!!!!!”

The scream broke over the Deatheaters nearby, and she felt a roll of raw magic pour forth from her broken heart.

Hermione gasped for air and Voldemort took a step back from the girl, his eyes surprised by the current of magic, the witch was radiating. Hermione’s eyes grew dark and she fell forward to the ground holding her belly protectively.

Draco stared at Granger who was spasming at the Dark Lord’s feet, a twinge of regret uncoiling in his belly. She looked so pathetic and sad, not at all like the fiery, know-it-all that he recalled.

“I love you, Draco,” whispered Hermione quite clearly and the room stopped moving. Everyone shifted nervously at her bravado.

“Sorry what?” Draco’s eyes widened in shock, at the statement rolling off her lips. What unnerved him was the truth that he read in her eyes. She looked stricken by the image of him with Pansy, her huge amber eyes glistened bright with anguish.

“Ignore her,” commanded Pansy, but Draco continued to stare across at Granger.

“Okay, Cousin, time for a little private chat,” whispered Voldemort and he pulled her up off the floor. He clicked his fingers and Wormtail came forward with dark robes, Deatheater Robes.

“Put this on. We don’t need to shock the children,” laughed Voldemort as he handed her the clothing. Hermione did not take the clothes; she just stared at the space above his head. Voldemort made a noise of impatience and he draped the robes around her.

Draco stared at her Hermione with unabashed curiosity. Pansy kissed his ear and he pulled her against him. “Not now, witch,” he pushed her off.

Hermione looked up and felt a thrilling hope, with those words. Maybe he was not lost to her yet. Maybe, she still had a chance. Except not with Voldemort alive. She knew that now. She really hoped that Harry could do it.

She would hate to have to kill Nia.

Nevertheless, she would, if she had too.








TBC – Eep!


I had forgot it was called maelstrom, not funny, cute bunny love story.. How remiss of me.

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Reirei