Dreamscapes: The Beginning

Hermione gasped as the tip of the rock hard shaft ran along her slick swollen folds, and the engorbuttbutton between them. She moaned loudly as strong hands were around her waist and pulling her down onto the thick piece of flesh that belonged to one Ron Weasley. She closed her eyes as she settled around him, her head thrown back, the cinnamon tresses flowing down her back. Her deep brown eyes flew open as she felt the tantalizing mixture of pain and pleasure astherther large and hard shaft slid into her willing body along with Ron’s. Her brown eyes locked with the silver gaze of Draco Malfoy.

Never had Hermione thought that she would be with the two men that set her pulse racing, nor had she expected to have a threesome with them. But when she had found herself in that position she figured she would take one in her mouth, and the other in her body before eventually switching. Never had she thought she find herself being stretched to the limit by both of these powerful, men’s shafts inside her body at the same time.

With a gentleness that belied their exterior and their actions most of the time towards each other, both men began to move slowly and deliberately inside Hermione. She closed her eyes gasping as a pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced ran through her body, her fingernails digging into Draco’ shoulders as hckedcked his hips forward. He looked over her shoulder at the man she straddled and nodded. Ron nodded.

Hermione cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Draco continued to move slowly, but Ron began to thrust almost harshly into her. She tried to rotate her hips but found she couldn’t. Draco tugged her hips towards him as Ron pulled her back causing her to grind against his pelvis. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she started to cry out as her orgasm began to crash into her. She didn’t know whose name to call out. She was never given a reprieve as she was pounded first by Ron, then by Draco. Back and forth between the two wizards. With a cry unlike any she had ever thought she could produce, Hermione tightened around both men.

Both Ron and Draco groaned loudly. Between the friction of their dicks rubbing together inside of Hermione, and her tightening muscles around them, they couldn’t stand the pleasure any longer, and they both came at the same time with a verocity that sent Hermione spiraling into anr mir mind numbing orgasm. Hermione groaned as she fell back on Ron’s chest, and Draco fell forward, to her side, his arm looped around her waist.

“Was it good for you?” a voice that belonged to neither of the men that had just pounded into her said.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes, turning her head to the side to find herself staring at Lucius Malfoy. Her eyes widened and she sat up straight, groaning as she felt Ron’s shaft hardening in her. Pain ripped through her as his cock began to swell far too widely to fit into her, and it felt razor sharp.

“Pain and pleasure go hand in hand,” a hissing voice said from the body beneath her.

Hermione turned and she felt a scream starting to erupt from her throat before she felt her breath constricted by a hand around her throat. Beneath her, ripping her in two was Voldemort while Lucius clasped her throat even tighter. She struggled to gain freedom, but the world was growing black…

~~

“Professor!” Lavender Brown cried as she raced down the hall from the Gryffindor common room to McGonagall’s office nearby.

“Miss Brown, what are you doing out of bed?” Professor Minerva McGonagall asked groggily, tightening her sash around her waist.

“It’s Hermione, Professor. There’s blood all over her and she can’t breathe. We can’t pull her out of her nightmare,” Lavender panted.

Professor Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwart’s must have already known. Hs cos coming out of the Gryffindor common room, a thrashing Hermione on a stretcher behind him. He was hurrying down the hall towards the hospital wing. “Meet me in the infirmary, Minerva,” he said gravely.

~~

“What’s wrong with her?” McGonagall asked, distraught. It was an hour and it appeared that Madame Pomfrey had stabilized Hermione, finally reverting to a combination of muggle and magical means.

Madame Pomfrey sighed heavily. “I do not know,” she said. “She is thrust into a nightmare that is causing internal bleeding that I’ve managed to slow, but not stop. I had to use a muggle form of breathing by inserting a tube into her throat. Her throat is swollen for some reason, almost as if someone is constricting it and it is damaged. I honestly do not know what this is or what to do.”

Dumbledore was watching Hermione’s pale, prone form. He muttered some words and waved his wand slightly. A low green glow was materializing around her. “She is under a deep dark magic spell,” he said. “Someone has invaded her dreams and using them against her.”

“But how?” McGonagall asked. “Who could do such a thing?”

“It’s almost a connection,” Pomfrey said. “As if whomever is in her mind knew how to get there.”

“There is only one person that I know of in Dark Magic that can do that,” Dumbledore said.

“You-Know-Who?” McGonagall asked.

Dumbledore shook his head. “Lucius Malfoy,” he said. “I think we need to speak with Draco.”

~~

Professor Severus Snape roused Draco from his bed. He informed the younger Malfoy that he was being requested by the Headmaster to come to the infirmary. Draco groaned and pulled on his dressing robe over his pajamas and slid his feet into a pair of slippers. He let Snape lead him out of the Slytherin common room and to the hospital wing. The sight he was met wiade ade him almost sick.

“Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger needs your help,” Dumbledore said gravely.

“What’s wrong with her?” Draco asked, his voice rough.

“It appears she is under a strong Dark Magic spell. A nightmare curse of sorts,” Dumbledore said.

“Only one man I know of knows how to do that,” Snape put in.

“My father,” Draco said. He slowly walked towards Hermione, touching her foot, pulling it back when he felt coolness radiating from the appendage even through the blanket. “She’s so cold.”

“Draco, why would your father do this?” McGonagall asked.

“He has to have a connection to her,” Draco said, shaking his head. “I don’t understand how…”

“Your dreams,” Dumbledore said. “Similar dreams allow him to infiltrate her. Strike her where she is the most vulnerable.”

Draco looked at him. “Similar dreams?” he asked. “That means she’s been having the same dreams as me.”

“And that is where he found her weakness,” Dumbledore said. “Has he taught you any of this?”

Draco swallowed hard. “He’s taught me many Dark Arts,” he said softly. “I--- I could reverse it, I think. But I need to link myself to her somehow. Fall into her dreams.”

“Then that is what we shall do,” Dumbledore said. “Come, we must prepare, or Miss Grange will be lost to us forever.”