Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Hermione Granger felt outside of her own skin at the moment.

Hermione was calculating the differences in Arthimancy between the Agrippan and Chaldean methods of study. As far as she could tell, Voldemort was a wanker in both methods of study.

It was surprisingly easy to concentrate, despite the sensation of being forcibly penetrated by multiple wizards, in her mouth, anus and vagina. Hermione continued to calculate each number and divide, ignoring the grunts of pleasure, and filthy words being shouted at her. She felt stuffed in every orifice and all she could think about was numbers.

The Deatheaters sweated over her in aggravated movements, Crabbe was holding her head and bobbing her on his cock while one Deatheater was beneath her, shoving inside her and slamming her down on his cock, while another rode friction into her anus, thrusting painfully in and out. Hermione however could not feel a thing.

Voldemort stomped, leered, and questioned her, every time a particularly painful thrust happened. Hermione simply stared at him blank faced, a hint of pain lurking in her eyes, even when all three forcibly came at once, dripping semen from all of her entrances. The Deatheaters collapsed and staggered back from her and Hermione waited for it to happen again.

Voldemort was becoming frustrated and began to Crucio the surrounding failing Deatheaters and they lined her up again, relentlessly. The door opened and more poured inside and Hermione counted the number of people in the room to the number of holes, and once again, the safe world of Arthimancy began to cocoon the witch and she was gone from them.

“NOTTS, where have you been,” purred Voldemort dangerously, his hand caressed his wand thoughtfully as Draco appeared behind him.

“I arrived as quickly as I could my Liege, Malfoy has requested a turn so he accompanied me. What is the progress of your ingenious plan?” Notts truly possessed a serpents tongue and he soothed the agitated leader easily.

“Our progress is dismal because I am surrounded by failures. Not one of them has gotten a sound from the girl. She sits like a lump and says nothing. I cannot do my usual techniques of torture, simply because we cannot endanger the child, she is too progressed. She is unnatural,” hissed Voldemort, staring down at her.

Notts and Malfoy looked at Granger. She looked pathetic, her belly rounded pleasantly but slick with cum, her face flushed red, her swollen lips dripped white liquid, her legs and thighs bruised with marks from fingers or thumbs pressing to hard. She was muttering numbers on her breath, her eyes half-mast and her eyebrows drawn together in concentration.

“What is she saying?” questioned Notts.

“Numbers, she is quoting Arthimancy numbers. At first we thought she had cracked but she has shown no awareness of us at all. If only we had some Veritaserum, this would all be done with,” hissed Voldemort in disgust.

Draco was transfixed by the vision of Hermione in such a state. He felt a punch to his guts at the inherent grotesqueness of the situation. Hermione blinked and looked up at Draco suddenly and her expression became so anguished that he felt a piece of his heart slice open from the pain in her amber gaze.

Voldemort’s serpentine gaze traveled to Draco and then back to Hermione. “She is responding to him. An excellent idea, Notts.” Voldemort secretly realized he had underestimated the effect of Draco on Hermione and mentally agreed never to do so again. Draco was loyal to him, The Pansy chit had promised.

“Go ahead boy, take your turn,” murmured Voldemort, with amusement.

Draco walked slowly towards Hermione and then turned back to Voldemort with a wary look. “Scourgify!” Draco whispered, extending the wand from his pocket. It did not even look like his wand; NOTHING was making sense. Draco could feel sweat beading up on his forehead as he approached Granger, who now seemed clean but was crying profusely as she watched him.

“Not you. I couldn’t bear it,” murmured Hermione huskily, her voice thick with tears. Her hands began to claw the silvery bonds that tied her legs and arms to the floor. She could barely stand up with the thin chains that wrapped around her and she bucked and strained as he moved closer.

Hermione stared into Draco’s empty silver eyes and she felt the world break inside her. Her heart felt as though it had been removed. Draco hesitantly reached up and cupped her cheek, but the tear flow did not cease.

“I’m not going to hurt you Granger. Just play with you a bit. That’s all,” whispered Draco. “I’ve wanted you for a long time and I will get my just rewards. I always told you that I would get what I wanted from you. Remember fifth year?”

Hermione felt shame that she did not realize she still possessed flood her cheeks.

Voldemort stared hard at the kid’s interaction. Voldemort frowned. “Too gentle, Malfoy…” declared Voldemort, “We are in a bit of a hurry. Notts, help him out.”

Draco shrugged carelessly and Hermione stared at his eyes. The lack of possessiveness struck her raw and she realized that Draco really would share her, with anyone. The reason was simple. He didn’t love her, didn’t know her, and she would be the only one who was hurt by it. She couldn’t be his shared whore, it was killing her to even contemplate. Before, Draco’s possessiveness had annoyed her a little, and now she was dying without it. Voldemort was breaking down every feeling she had ever possessed, all to get at her friends. She could not let them down. She had to try to reach him.

Draco smirked in amusement at her tears and he licked them off her face, gripping her closer. “You said you loved me, whore? If you love me, you will not fight against Notts there. If you love me, you will tell the Dark Lord everything he wants to know. In exchange, I will let you serve my friends and me as my bit o’ spare. What do you say to that?”

The words fell like daggers against her flesh and she moaned trying to struggle despite the uselessness of her actions. She needed to physical respond to him. Draco bit her on the side of the neck, drawing blood as he tweaked her nipples hard with his rough fingers. A droplet of milk spilt from the pink tip and Notts wet his lips staring at it.

“That’s witch’s milk. It’s said to increase magically potency and it acts as a aphrodisiac,” whispered Notts hoarsely. “Please let me, Draco.” Notts rubbed his cock that bulged through his robes.

Draco smirked casually and shrugged. “Just leave some for me.”

Hermione gasped and struggled against Draco and the bonds, as she cried softly. The first time had been almost painfully and horribly shameful, but Draco giving her to Notts was beyond even that feeling.

It was her child’s future that they were stealing. The milk was what created a power base for the little witch or wizard. Stupid men did not realize that. Gods, if she bore a squib, the child would be used solely for reproduction and would have no way of defending itself. Moreover, Draco was the one doing it, to their child.

The pain was starting to blend and she moaned hard, as Notts eagerly bit down on her nipple, suckling from her like a leech. Draco came to the other side of her and she felt him bit down, sucking and nursing from her. The pleasure that shot through her from the familiar touch of Draco was countered by the degrading feeling Notts provided and she was coursed with a mixture of revulsion and desire.

Hermione gasped as she felt Notts fingers thrusting inside her as he suckled, and pulled on her nipples. Draco moaned softly, and Hermione closed her eyes, trying to count again to escape but she could not.

Voldemort began to laugh. Draco and Notts looked at him questioningly. “The witch is unable to retreat, she cannot summon the concentration. She has been successfully deflecting my attempts at Legilimens to retrieve the information. You two boys are taxing her mightily. Ready to surrender witch? I will leave just enough milk in you to provide for your child, and I will even let you have time with Malfoy and Notts whenever you want.”

“Never…” rasped Hermione and she gave a cry of pain as Notts bit down harder, blood mixing with the milk now.

Draco growled under his breath, drawing out the last of milk, and Notts raised an eyebrow slightly and pulled back from the other nipple. “Mate, I need access to her pussy NOW, I am going to bloody explode.”

Draco hissed slightly, he could feel magic coursing through him and he felt more clearheaded then before. Notts had grabbed Hermione from behind and he thrust his cock inside her, hard. Notts grabbed her hips, and began to draw her back on his cock, pistoning inside the hot, wet, little witch. Draco stared hard as Hermione looked up at him, her rounded amber gaze, ripe with anguish, her heavy breasts swaying as Notts fucked her in front of him. Despite his initial disgust for this whole scene, he was heavily aroused and he pulled out his swollen cock. He moved towards Hermione’s face and slapped his cock up against her cheek. “Mmm...Your mouth looks perfect, whore. I bet you gave this to Potter every night. Where is he?” murmured Draco idly and he shoved his cock, through her swollen pink lips to the hilt, and he began to slowly fuck her face, holding her hair captive as she choked on his length. Tears rained down her cheeks as he used her mouth as a battering ram.

Hermione closed her eyes and imagined the Malfoy that she had come to love, instead of the icy stranger glaring at her, with undisguised lust, hatred and pity. Hermione drew on the last vestiges of her strength and she pushed all her love out and lashed into Draco’s mind. Forcing her way inside him.

Draco’s eyes widened as he suddenly felt someone pressing into his mind, his thoughts and he saw Hermione’s eyes almost black with concentration as she stared across at him.

Draco pushed her to her knees with one hand. “Suck harder, Pansy does better in her sleep,” his tone rang out commandingly, and Voldemort nodded in approval, not noticing the exchange between them. Draco’s words cut into her, and she sobbed and choked as both boys began to come together in unison. The two wizards drove and thrust from both directions, her body threatened to break under the pressure.

To her utmost horror, she felt a searing pulse in her cunt, throbbing and begging Nott, pulling on his cock. Her cunt milking him now, as she felt a reluctant orgasm begin to roll through her. Hermione screamed as the painful orgasm broke over her and she bucked suddenly under Nott’s maniacal grip on her hips.

Nott screamed, “Gods, the little whore is actually coming for me! Oh Merlin, I am going to bury this tart in my cum.”

He jerked twice and shot up inside her, as Hermione shuddered underneath him and she screamed in agony. Hatred began to fill her for everyone there. Draco was dead to her; he was not even trying to hear her anymore.

Hermione sobbed as she concentrated one last time. Hermione tried to reach his thoughts, her screaming had stopped and she fell suspiciously silent. As Draco began to shake, his cock pumping faster into her numb mouth, she shoved her memories of the last three months, like a flash pulse through his brain.

Suddenly, Draco began to fiercely thrust harder and harder, until he pulled out and suddenly spurt all over her face. Hermione dropped to the ground, her eyes closed in humiliation as the cum dripped off her cheekbones.

Eventually, both boys withdrew from her. Draco stumbled off her, pulling his robes together and he stared down at her with a shuttered expression.

“You were passable,” sneered Draco and he turned on his heel and fled the room.

Hermione pressed her face into the ground and wept, but she could not summon any more tears. Her last chance had fled with Draco and the vultures were closing in on her, even now.

Voldemort reached down, grabbed Hermione’s chin, and forced her face up to him.

“WHERE IS POTTER?! Tell me, or I will take my chances with your child and soon you will realize what real pain is. You are trying my patience,” hissed Voldemort, and he let go of her and she fell to the ground with a thump, and sobbed.




…

“Oh gods, that was so awful. Malfoy was playing with her the whole time,” whispered Luna with tears streaming down her face. Ginny was also crying, even Mariah’s eyes looked red. Neville and Harry looked murderous and Snape looked contemplative.

“Silence! I know we have the Elder Wand, but I am not God, they could see or hear us,” hissed Snape.

They group was currently hidden under a powerful Invisibility Charm.

After the initial disapparation, it took the group little time to arrive and conceal themselves within Voldemort’s chambers. It was what was taking place inside that left them broken and dumbfounded.

Snape waved them over to one of the unguarded tunnel entrances and he pushed them inside, and swiped silently with his wand. A huge silencing barrier lifted between the teenagers and him. Mariah watched with a dawning horror.

She threw herself up against the barrier and pounded hard on it, screaming something but Snape could not hear what she said. Tears began to stream down her red face and she threw herself up against the barrier but it did not budge.

On the other side, Mariah screamed, “He is going to get himself killed! He needs help and the fool left us trapped here.” Mariah turned to the others and they seemed shocked by her vehement reaction. Blaise hugged Ginny close to him and frowned.

Blaise regarded her curiously. “He told us that this would happen. We need to take the potion and guard Harry and Nia. This was the best protection he could provide us.”

Mariah began to cry, silent tears streaming down her face as Severus grimly stalked away from the tunnel, watching the proceedings with Hermione.

Ginny nodded almost to herself. “Don’t worry, if anyone can survive this thing intact, its Snape,” replied Ginny softly as she placed her hand on Mariah’s shoulder.


…

Outside in the hallway Draco stormed about twenty feet from the door and tucked into an alcove. He pressed himself into the hallway and hit his head on the back of the wall so hard, that he heard a crack. He flailed in silent agony, clutching his throat, holding back the screams from erupting. Tears slid down his agonized face as he relived the nightmare that was overtaking him.

He remembered everything in those last moments. He looked down to see Hermione’s beaten expression as he raped her along with Notts. His anguish at recalling the abusive scene he had walked in on. He should have been killed but she still loved him.

She had said it, as if it was the only thing keeping her sane. A desperate cry for hope, in this cruel maelstrom that Hogwarts had become. The only blessing in this macabre nightmare that seemed to never end. Gods, it hurt so much.

Draco drove his fist into the wall and sank to his knees. She could not forgive this. No one could.


Pansy had drugged him, that little bitch. Draco grabbed for the bottle of Veritaserum and half stumbled to her room.

Draco threw open the door to Pansy’s room and he looked around. She was in the bathroom, so he walked to the bottle of firewhiskey and poured a glass, throwing the rest in glass. Picking it up, he made his way to her door and shoved it open.

Pansy was naked and in the bath. Draco smiled down at her skinny body, silently wondering why he had ever found her attractive. “I brought this for you. With the Mudblood business going on, its been a long day, love,” whispered Draco with a sensuous smile.

Pansy smiled slightly and accepted the drink, taking a sip of the liquid before putting it down. “ You were gone a while,” murmured Pansy.

Draco nodded, his pale hair falling into his eyes, he waited a minute and then smiled. “Are you jealous of Granger?”

Pansy shook her head no, and then said, “Yes.”

“I mean, yes.” Pansy looked baffled and she put her hand up to her mouth. “What did you do!?”

“Nothing,” replied Draco, looking confused.

“Get dressed love. I want to show you something.” Draco offered her his hand and pulled her from the tub. “Voldemort wants to see you. He has decided that since you are such a loyal servant he is going to reward you by letting you be his mistress.”

Pansy jerked back in horror. “WHAT?”

“Yes, it is a great honor to you. Come along.” Draco gripped her arm and hauled her out of the bathroom, throwing her robes at her.

Pansy nervously put on the robes, her mind a flurry of disgust. Voldemort was powerful but he was ugly and gross. Not like Draco at all.


….

Harry turned to Nia, and he pressed his forehead against her own. His fingers tracing the bottom of her lip. Her golden eyes were ripe with worry and he hugged her against his own lanky frame.

“Do you love me, Nia?” whispered Harry in Parseltongue.

Nia gave him a heartbreaking smile. “More then life itself, Harry,” she hissed back in their mutual language, her arms intertwining to pull his head down. She pressed her soft lips against his and they turned to Blaise, their hands together.

“We are ready, Blaise,” claimed Harry.

Blaise did not think they looked ready; they looked like they wanted to puke, but maybe that was just being in love. God knows, sometimes he felt like that. Blaise unscrewed the two separate vials and gave them to each of them. “Neville?”

Neville grabbed Luna’s hand, which grabbed Mariah, who grabbed Blaise, who grabbed Ginny, who grabbed Neville’s hand. Harry and Nia stood between them and Neville threw up a shielding charm, along with the others.

Harry and Nia tossed back the vials and they stared at each other, fiercely. Each of them daring the other to try to fall apart. Harry fell to his knees first, he could feel a burning sensation that was not physical. Suddenly he felt something dark, inky and black, boiling up to the surface of his throat and he tried to push it out, coughing and choking as the mass began to tendril down past his lips.

“He looks like a cat with a hairball,” murmured Blaise, rubbing his chin.

“BLAISE, this is SERIOUS,” glared Ginny.

“He SERIOUSLY looks gross,” sniffed Blaise. Luna whacked him in the shin with her foot. “Shhhhhhh.”

Blaise yowled but did not let go of the circle. “Concentrate…” panted Neville and Nia began to convulse also, sputtering as she began to pour forth a black liquid from her mouth as well.

Both parties refused to let go of the others hand and Harry and Nia curled into each other, eye to eye. Nia began to cry as she felt pieces of her soul ripping forth from her and Harry gripped her hands until they became sweaty. “Hold on love,” whispered Harry. The black mass began to crawl towards each other, and began to meld.

“NOW!!!!” screamed Neville, and Luna, kicked the basket over and the water from Kashmir began to pour forth of the blackness, and it squealed, melting and dissolving into a gray dark mass that eventually faded to clear.

Ginny and Blaise began to chant, words of an ancient charm, their wand moving in perfect synchronicity with the other. The ancient words poured forth over the two fallen kids, who still gripped one another. Harry and Nia began to gasp and hiss, their skin rippling and burning.

Luna methodically gave a swipe with her wand, and Harry and Nia’s palms sliced open. The blood began to spill over the palms and into each other. Blaise and Ginny chanted harder and the magic moved in like an almost physical being and swooped down upon them. Nia and Harry fell limp and still, palms bloodied, pressed into one another.

The circle broke wide, the kids were thrown back three feet into the wall, and everyone collapsed. Somewhere on the left side, Blaise staggered to his feet and he wiped his sweaty brow. “Gryffindor are freaking crazy.”

Sudenly timed to start up again and Luna threw herself at the couple on the ground. “HARRY! NIA!” screamed Luna, and she began to shake them.

“Last I checked we were still hiding from Voldemort. You might want to keep a lid on it…” Harry said groggily, rubbing his forehead. “Nia?” Harry leaned down and grabbed her and Nia’s eyes were shut.

“You should kiss her mate,” pointed out Blaise.

“Pardon?” muttered Harry looking up at him.
“Well, it always works in fairytales,” shrugged Blaise with a shameless grin.

Harry bent down and pressed his warm lips to Nia. His hand stroked back her long length of black hair and he deepened the kiss, unsurprised to see tears streaking down his dirty cheeks. “Please wake up, I just don’t work without you, Nia.”

“Especially not now…”groaned Nia, and she lifted her head weakly, to kiss him back.

The teenagers gave a whoop as they realized that they did it. The Horocrux were destroyed.
Except that Hermione, Draco and Snape were all in grave danger, and Voldemort was still alive.

However, the brief moment of happiness was not one they took lightly. Blaise and Neville grabbed their counterparts and snogged them senseless in triumph.

Except, after a moment.

“I say, are we in a sewer? That is highly unromantic,” groused Blaise, pulling back from Ginny’s lips.

“Shut up,” declared Ginny, and she began to kiss him back feverishly.

“No, really…it’s bad for your complexion to be surrounded by refuse,” sighed Blaise.

“But you are in Slytherin,” pointed out Ginny.

“Ouch.”


….



Snape gingerly held onto the wand, tense and ready to strike. The kids had broken through the Horocrux successfully. Mariah had indicated it was time to kill Voldemort. Snape had been ready for the last 14 years so this was no sweat.

Snape watched Hermione sob on the floor, her belly was enormous and she looked defiled beyond repair. He felt an immense pity for her but he quickly stamped it out. Focus, Severus. DON’T get yourself killed.

Suddenly Draco stormed back through the door, carrying a wet cat, oh, Pansy Parkinson in robes.


….


Draco led her down the hallway and pushed her into the room, not looking at Hermione. “My Lord, Pansy would like to thank you in person for the honor you bestowed upon her tonight.”

Voldemort looked amused at Pansy and then back at Draco. “Very well, I can spare a moment. Yes Ms. Parkinson?”

Pansy stared at the serpentine eyes looking at her and she blinked in fear. “I cannot sleep with you, you old ugly snake.” Pansy wet her lips and everyone in the whole of the dungeon went still.

Drip.


Drip.


Drip.

Voldemort hissed, recoiling and he roared at Pansy. “What did you say witch?”

Pansy blanched and she spit the words out. “I SAID, I cannot sleep with you, you old ugly snake.”

Draco winced outwardly but inside he was grinning. He had heard Pansy talk about Voldemort enough to know a bit of Veritaserum would easily seal her fate.

Voldemort swished his wand with a calm blank expression. “Avada Kedavra,” he murmured quietly.

Two things happened.








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