Sometimes It's Good to be Bad

Chapter 49 A Mass Marking

The next two days went by extremely fast. The Order had decided on which plan they were going to use, and were preparing to execute it in little more than a week. Meanwhile, Harry and Hermione were spending lots of time with their friends in Gryffindor, or practicing their magic.

After Thursday's study session, Hermione was given a letter from the Dark Lord for both her and Zabini. She had waited until she was alone with the Head Boy in their common room to read it. Now it was Friday night, an hour after curfew and it was safe to assume that most students were in their dorms. She had given Zabini the invisibility cloak and the map. He went collecting all the students he had recruited. Hermione had been surprised when she found out who some of them were.

From Slytherin he brought those who already had the Mark, but the new ones were a couple of the girls in Pansy's little group, as well as two sixth year boys and Nott, for whom not being 17 before the beginning of school was the only reason he had yet to take the Mark. Hufflepuff brought only one person; a boy who Hermione had never really paid attention to. Ravenclaw gave one boy and one girl (Padma Patil), both seventh years while Gryffindor sacrificed Pavarti Patil, Seamus Finnigan, and Dean Thomas.

They were all rather surprised to come into the Heads common room and find Hermione reading a book calmly on the loveseat, as any who had bothered to ask were told that she had been slipped a potion to get her into a dreamless sleep. The Gryffindors in particular had become edgy and were looking about the room, as if for an escape. "You can sit down you know. No one's going anywhere until midnight; there's still fifteen minutes left.

They sat down if for no other reason than how startled they were that she seemed to know what was going on. When there was only five minutes the large group went upstairs, the girls taking Hermione's stairs and the boys Zabini's if for no other reason than quickness. Once in her room, Hermione put on her robes and mask, as did Pansy and Millicent Bulstrode.

"There are six of us who have already taken the Mark, and eleven of you, so each of us will do two trips to take you to the Dark Lord. When you arrive, you are to immediately crawl to him and kiss his hem. If He addresses you in any fashion, you are to call him 'My Lord'. Do not speak out of turn and don't do anything to embarass me. I've already taken enough crucio's in the last week to last a lifetime." Zabini's speech was heard by all and as soon as it was done a clock chimed midnight and the first six recruits were side-apparated to the Dark Lord. Soon after the rest had joined them, Hermione and Zabini each taking one of the Hufflepuff's arms.

When everyone had arrived, those already with the Mark walked off to the side, leaving the rest on their knees in front of the Dark Lord. The room was full for the Marking of the Hogwarts students. They all had fear in their eyes as their new master spoke to them.

"Such a large group for only a month and a half. Under normal circumstances, you would all have to go on a mission to prove your worth, but since you are at Hogwarts, that isn't possible. However, tonight you will all bear my Mark. My spies inform me that in a little more than a week Harry Potter, along with that insipid Order plan on taking me by surprise to kill me and take my followers to Azkaban prison. When this happens, you will all be called on to come fight with your fellow Death Eaters. If you live, there will be a proper mission for each of you and once completed you will be initiated. Zabini will be your go-between and any questions can be directed to him. Now, ON WITH THE CEREMONY!" He shouted the last line, bringing the crowd into a loud scream of approval.

Some of the Death Eaters then came to the fore, rearranging those waiting to be Marked so that they were in pairs, back to back to support each other. When they were all in place the Death Eaters faded back into the crowd, who started the chant. One by one, the students were branded, most crying out with the pain, some only wimpering.

When the eighteen teenaged Death Eaters returned back to the castle, Hermione put a charm on all of them so that they could not reveal the names of the others to anyone who did not already know. They left back to their houses in small groups, carrying their new robes and masks as Hermione checked the map DA style. Soon there were only four left... Hermione, Zabini, Malfoy, and Pansy who had refused to leave on the basis that Hermione had been hogging her fiance and she wanted some time with him.

Leaving the two in the common room, Hermione walked Zabini up to his room, making sure he was okay. He fell asleep in minutes as he was still worn out from the attack and subsequent Crucio's.When she went to her own room it was to find two naked Slytherins (well, one Slytherin and one ex-Slytherin) on her bed making out. "Thank you for the mental picture, but if you could take it to the common room and give me a chance to sleep..." she let the sentance trail off.

Malfoy broke the kiss with the woman who was straddling his lap to look at his mistress. "I was rather hoping you would join us," he said with the voice of confidence, a smirk playing on his face.

Hermione could feel the blood rush to her face as she looked at the couple. "I'm not so sure about that, Malfoy."

"In that case, I suggest you go sleep in your common room, because I have no intention of giving up your bedroom."

She stood there, her arms folded across her chest. Who was he, throwing her out of her own room? Pansy took her mouth away from Malfoy's clavicle to look up at the Head Girl. "It's okay, Granger. I don't bite.... hard."

What!?! Now Pansy "Pugface" Parkinson was propositioning her? Was the world coming to an end? Had hell finally frozen over? She herself had made pigs fly so she knew that couldn't be the case. She just stood there at a loss for words, a perplexed look on her face. Moving out from under Pansy, Malfoy stood up and walked over to Hermione, unfolded her arms, and held her hands to her sides.

"Please do this for me," he softly requested.

She rested her forehead on his muscular chest and took a deep breath. "Why?" she asked just as softly without looking up.

Moving one of his hands behind her, pulling her flush to him, the other hand gently moving her chin up so she was looking at him he answered her. "Because I want you. And you want me. Besides, who doesn't have a fantasy to be with their girlfriend and their mistress at the same time," he added, a grin on his face.

"Me," she responded, a slight smile making an appearance.

"Now there's a thought to lose a hard-on. Me and Potter." A look of disgust crossed his face.

"Then don't think about it," she responded cheekily.

He slowly moved his hands so they brought hers to wrap around his neck. "So will you?" His grey eyes probed into her brown ones. When he saw a glimpse of defeat, he gently kissed her lips. With a moan she let his tongue in her mouth to begin its exploration.

When she pulled away, she buried her head in his neck and nodded ever so slightly. He slowly divested her of her clothes, sensing that this was something she was going to have to be eased into.

The entire time of their conversation, Pansy had been watching them like a hawk and was a bit disturbed by what she was seeing. She had always assumed that it was only about sex between these two, but it was clear to her that they had come to care greatly about each other, whether they knew it or not. She was amazed at the other woman's body; she had not expected her to be quite so.. stunning. She also hadn't realized how vast the scars were, as she had not watched their creation. What was wrong with her? There was absolutely no reason to be jealous of the mudblood. After all, she was the one who was going to marry him, and have his kids. Granger would only ever play second fiddle to her.

Now Malfoy was leading a naked Hermione to the bed. When they got there, he sat in the middle, Pansy on one side, and Hermione on the other. Malfoy decided to take the lead and pulled Hermione across him so she was next to Pansy. He then brought his mouth to play with Pasny's nipples while lightly tracing Hermione's scars to her breasts at the same time, pinching and toying with her nipples as well.

It didn't take long for him to decide that he wanted to see his two women together. He moved them like they were life-sized Barbie dolls for him to have his way with, easing Hermione to her back in the middle of the bed before putting Pansy on top of her, straddling the woman's hip. Pansy didn't need instructions on what to do, and as soon as her lips met Hermione's Mark, all the tension that had built in the last minute vanished from the prone woman's body.

For a minute, Malfoy just sat watching his two lovers while stroking himself before he moved to join them again. The first thing he did was change their postions with a little bit of magic so the next thing the women knew, Pansy was laying on her back with her breast in Hermione's mouth. Hermione pulled away at the sudden intrusion to her mouth but when she looked up and saw Pansy's face in a gasp, she put her face back down, capturing the nipple in her mouth, grazing it with her teeth before releasing it to explore the mound of fat. It was a completely different feeling that she had ever experienced, hard and firm, but still soft and like putty to her tongue.

Malfoy felt himself become even harder as he watched Hermione actually enjoy herself with the other woman. He then moved his mouth to the quivering folds of Hermione's wet pussy that was just asking to be ravished the way it was pushed out to him in the position she was in. When his tongue touched her, she tensed for a second before melting into his face. At the exact moment his mouth met Hermione, his fingers met Pansy's equally wet folds before plunging two fingers into her depths.

Both women came at the same time, Hermione losing the control of her arms crashed onto Pansy's torso. The two women exchanged a look before turning to Malfoy. Hermione waved her hand and in a flash he was tied back up to the posts with her school ties. Pansy had already taken his penis in to her mouth, so Hermione moved lower to take his balls into hers, tonguing and sucking on them.

When she had had enough of that, Hermione put her hand to Pansy's face, pulling her away from Malfoy to plant a deep kiss on her. Malfoy groaned at the loss of their mouths, only to turn into a moan at the sight of their kiss in the mirror that had appeared over the bed when he was tied so he could see what was being done to him. Hermione noted that Pansy tasted like their man before she pulled away from the kiss, a small line of spittle following her as she took the ever erect member into her mouth and Pansy moved up to his chest. When he came in her mouth, Pansy motioned to her before stealing Hermione's mouth so she could also take in his cum. He was already hard again, seeing his women share his juices.

Pansy then made Hermone lay back down on the bed before bringing her moughh to Hermione's pussy. Hermione was sure that this wasn't Pansy's first experience with another woman, as she seemed to know exactly what she was doing. When Malfoy's cock entered Pansy's pussy, she bit down slightly on Hermione only to learn that the woman liked the pain as she gasped in pleasure. Pansy started to treat Hermione a bit more roughly, and soon Hermione was at her peak again, screaming out Pansy's given name. (i.e. not Pugface)

At this, Malfoy rammed into Pansy even harder, rubbing her clit furiously until they also came, and the three collapsed onto the bed, the only sounds their panting as they tried to steady their breathing. Hermione was the first to speak, effecitvely breaking the mood. "Pansy, you should probably go stay with Zabini, and Malfoy, you should probably get back to your own rooms. I'm sure I'll be sleeping in late enough to have Harry beating down the door wondering what's wrong with me."

"Do we have to?" Pansy whined.

"It's probably for the best, Pans," Malfoy answered.

"Okay," she sighed. "But you have to answer me a question, Granger."

"What?" came the hesitant answer.

"If you love Draco, why don't you call him by his first name, even in bed?"

"I don't love Malfoy," she responded, shocked at the accusation. "But I call him by his last name so that if he comes up in conversation with anyone, I won't slip and call him Draco, because I never let myself get used to it."

"Trust me, you love him." The girl got off the bed and gathered her clothes along with those of her fiance, throwing them to him. Five minutes later, a shellshocked Hermione was left alone with her sleepy thoughts.