The Subjugation of Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes with course language, nudity and sexual content. reader discretion is advised.


Hermione missed dinner and her belly rumbled from the lack of food. She was skipping an awful lot of meals lately. Or, not skipping per se, but not eating at them. It was beginning to catch up to her. She still couldn’t believe how Harry was acting. He was not talking to anyone. Hermione couldn’t help but feel guilty for driving him away. It was her fault that Harry was retreating into himself. It was almost as bad as when he came back with Cedric Diggory’s body. Everyone had treated Harry with trepidation and anger over what had happened. They blamed him.

Ron was upset, of course, about being spun about like a top, but he was also angry at Hermione. She had been right. Hs ups upset that she went to Harry and not him. It wasn’t the fact that she didn’t think he could do the spell. It was more the fact that Harry once again got what Ron had wanted. Ron did finally admit that the spell was out of his league so to speak. That bit of acceptance still didn’t make up for him being left out, which only made him more upset actually. Yet Hermione thought she could see something in his eyes. Something that spoke of his anger and disgust with her. He wouldn’t look her in the eye anymore and Hermione was almost grateful for that. She didn’t want to see the revulsion that she knew he harbored for her now.

Harry was sitting alone at the far end of the table at meals, not even talking to the new team members of the Quidditch team, nor anyone else. The other Gryffindors had taken to leaving him be. His surly attitude not welcome in any way. And if he wasn’t at the table, he was in the library poring over books looking for his precious veil. It seemed whenever he got close to finding out anything, the book in question would mysteriously become unavailable or end up missing.

Hagrid was worried too. “Haven’t seen yehs in ages,” he said sadly. “No afternoon tea. No late night visits. Begin to to think yer’s don’t like me no more.” By his side, Fang hung his large head sadly and the giant of a man rubbed the dog‘s head affectionately.

Hermione tried to smile lightly. “We’re awfully sorry Hagrid.” She sat beside him at his huge table, a giant mug of tea in her hands. It’s warmth felt reassuring and it’s heady aroma tickled her nostrils. “We’ve just been really busy. You know how classes are.”

Hagrid nodded. “Of course. I hope I’m not bein’ to hard on yeh’s.”

She shook her bushy head. “No Hagrid. Your class is a joy. It’s just that… well, we’re actually not on such good terms lately. We had a bit of a fight.”

Hagrid put his large hand on Hermione’s shoulder. His eyes shone their sympathy down on her. “Ye’ll work it out. Ye have before affer all.”

Hermione looked up into his kind face. She smiled thinly and nodded. “I hope so Hagrid. I don’t like not talking to Harry and Ron.

Her prefect’s duties took up a bit of her time, allowing her to get away from dwelling on her current situation. It was nice to think about others and not her own messed up affairs. She had to make sure the younger students were in bed at night and take turns rooting out those who had snuck about. She would giggle at the irony of the situation if she wasn’t so troubled. The five years before it was she, along with Harry and Ron, who had been causing mischief. Now she was to put a stop to it.

Tonight she had caught Wolfgang Wagner with a Hufflepuff girl in a closet near the Room of Requirement. It seemed they were looking for that room but couldn’t locate it. Instead they opted for a little cupboard to share a snog or two. Hermione chuckled at the fact that the little wolf had even tried hitting on her as she escorted them back to their respective common rooms.

“What do you say, liebe?” Wolfgang had asked. “You and I have some fun?”

She had laughed. His crestfallen expression had sobered her a bit, but Hermione just didn‘t trust his motives. He was obviously just looking for sex with anyone he could get. It wasn‘t love that he was looking for. “I’m sorry Mister Wagner. I’m not looking for a boyfriend right now.”

“Pity. We could have been good together, ja.”

Lost in thought, Hermione shuffled down the corridor. Wall sconces lit the dim hallway casting shadows that danced in the light. The darkness and confusion of her mind began to come to life as the young woman walked alone and paranoia crept up her spine. Hermione imagined she could hear whispering all around her, laughter faintly resounding down the halls. She stopped, her eyes growing wide as she strained to see if anyone was about.

As ethereal figure shot out of the wall to her left and wailed at her. Hermione screamed and fled. Her footfalls echoed loudly, but the wailing of the spectre was deafening to the girl. She rounded a corner, skidding slightly on the cobbled floor and with a reverberating thud that shook her to the bone, collided with a strong chest. Hermione went sprawling to the floor.

When Hermione managed to right herself she realized just who it was that she had met so forcefully. Draco Malfoy. The blonde wizard was also on the floor shaking his head, trying to clear the cobwebs out. His cold blue eyes alighted on her chocolate brown eyes and he smirked. His simpering grin vanished when in a near panic, Hermione whipped her wand from her pocket and screamed “stupefy!” The magical beam sluiced through the air and hammered into his chest sending him reeling end over end into the wall opposite.

The wailing ghoul shot around the corner then and circled the two prone students. Peeves giggled uncontrollably. “Two ickle students, out of bed so late,” the ghost laughed. The propeller on his beanie spun wickedly as he zipped about.

Malfoy stood up imperiously and glared up at the ghost. “We’re prefects Peeves. We’re allowed to be here. Now unless you want me to inform the Baron that you are harassing a Slytherin prefect while he is making his rounds, you will leave off post haste.”

Peeves let out a tremendous raspberry at the wizard and shot into the ceiling, vanishing from sight. Malfoy let out a sigh. Peeves was such a pest. He turned to regard the other pest in the hall.

Hermione was dusting off her robes and slowly inching away. When she realized Malfoy was watching her she quickly aimed her wand at him. “Whoa there Granger,” Malfoy said as he held his hands up in front of him. “Is that any way to thank your rescuer?”

Eyeing him warily, Hermione still crept backward. “My rescuer?” she scoffed. “You are the cause of all my problems.” Malfoy grinned merrily and preened at those words. “If it wasn’t for you…”

The girl’s hesitation made Malfoy chuckle. “If it wasn’t for me you would still have Pothead and Weasel for friends,” he finished for her. “So glad to be of assistance. I am quite surprised by the little drama that is playing out between you three but I’m curious as to know how I helped to precipitate such an event. Be so kind as to enlighten me.”

Anger flashed in Hermione’s eyes. They pooled with unshed tears as she eyed the Slytherin. Slowly she circled him, making him spin on his heels to keep her in sight. His blue eyes looked uncertain then, hesitant. She smiled predatorily at his show of fear. The sense of power she had over him was gratifying. “How does it feel Malfoy,” Hermione spat, “to be vulnerable? To be at another person’s mercy? With the flick of my wrist I could, oh I don’t know, kill you.

“Evanesco!” Malfoy flinched as he felt his shirt disappear. His smooth pale chest shown in the candle light, sweat breaking out on his skin. “Or maybe just humiliate you. Windgardium Leviosa.”

Malfoy flailed his arms about as his feet left the floor. He willed himself down but was helpless. He thrust his hand into his trouser pocket and pulled his wand out. “Accio wand,” Hermione intoned. Malfoy felt his wand slip from his hand and sail through the air to Hermione. She caught it and unceremoniously dropped it to the floor. With a furious kick, she sent the wand down the hallway, the wood clacking on the tiles. Turning back to the nervous wizard, Hermione smiled bitterly. “You always have something nasty to say, don’t you Malfoy? How come I don’t hear any cruel remarks? No witty rejoinders? Don’t tell me, The Great Draco Malfoy is speechless.”

Malfoy crossed his arms in front of his chest regally. “I have only one thing to say, Granger.”

“And what would that be?” Hermione asked icily.

“Peeves!” Malfoy shouted.

From underneath Hermione, the childish ghost rose from the floor. He soared up through the girl and she felt the icy coldness of death pass through her body. She shuddered with revulsion and almost fell. She felt the ground beneath her lurch violently as vertigo overwhelmed her senses. Peeves’ laughter echoed down the corridor as the ghost sped away.

With Hermione’s concentration distracted, the magical influence around Malfoy faltered. He dropped to the floor and landed gracefully. He looked up with a smile from his crouch and slowly rose to his full height. Hermione opened her eyes in fear as Malfoy lunged at her. He grabbed her arm and spun her around locking her back to his chest as he held her arms tightly in front of her. “My, how the tides have turned,” he whispered menacingly in her ear. “Such a clever little witch, but she can’t seem to think ahead. Tell me Granger, what will you do without your two saviours around to rescue you?”

Malfoy plucked Hermione’s wand from her hand and called forth his own from down the hall. It sailed back to him and he caught it deftly, letting Hermione loose as he did. She spun away, losing her balance and fell to the floor. Tears of frustration filled her eyes and Malfoy smiled upon seeing them.

“Crucio,” he exclaimed. Searing fire of agony ripped through the witch and she shrieked in aguish. Curling up into a ball, trying to escape the torment, Hermione cried out. Malfoy laughed at the show. Through the pain, Hermione saw Malfoy open a door to his right. He stepped back to her, grabbed a handful of her bushy brown hair and dragged her into the room. She cried out and tried to fight free, but the tall wizard was too strong. He threw her into the chamber and closed the door. Dust filled her lungs and she coughed violently.

He knelt down beside her and seized a handful of hair again. He pulled her up so that they were face to face. Her eyes were streaming tears but she returned his gaze. His breath was blistering on her face and smelled of cinnamon. “You’re a stupid little girl Granger. I should kill you now and rid the world of a useless mudblood. You have no friends. No one would care.”

“Then do it!” Hermione screeched. “Do it and be done with it. I.. I don’t care anymore.”

Malfoy let her go then. Stepping back, he eyed the girl suspiciously. His smile returned as he looked down on her with disdain. “How the mighty have fallen,” he laughed, his voice wicked to her ears. “If death is what you want, it would be quite a shame to give it to you. No. I think I should instead finish what I started before.” He raised his wand and muttered the Imperious Curse. Hermione felt her body go numb, her control ripped away from her. It was as if her consciousness was shoved unceremoniously to the back of her brain and imprisoned. She could see, smell, taste, hear, and feel everything around her, but she had no control over her body’s movements. As Malfoy ordered her to stand, she did so mechanically without enthusiasm, but her eyes showed her true feelings. They burned with hatred. Malfoy stepped close and leaned to look directly into her brown eyes. “Now mudblood, take off all your clothes.”

Hermione’s heart beat frantically as her hands began to unbutton her white blouse. Malfoy whistled his approval at the sight of her light pink brassiere as the top joined her robe on the floor behind her. Popping the catch on the bra, Hermione’s breasts bounced free of the restraint. Malfoy licked his lips. Her rosy nipples pointed out to him and were very stiff. He stepped close and gave them a firm pinch that brought a small moan from the girl. Continuing with her order, Hermione unfastened her skirt and let it slip down her legs, the soft fabric gliding over her skin. Even with her mind being controlled she could still revel in the sensuous way her clothes caressed her body. How the cool air of the castle kissed her. How the lustful gaze of Malfoy burned into her.

Malfoy gawked at Hermione. She was now only in a pair of pink panties, her black ankle socks and shoes. She bent down to untie her shoes when Malfoy stopped her. “Turn around and bend at the waist Granger,” he ordered hoarsely. “I want to see that arse of yours.”

Complying, Hermione spun around, showing the wizard her bare smooth back. His mouth began to water as the young witch bent forward to untie her shoes. Her round ass swayed in the air as she struggled with her footwear. Not able to contain himself, Malfoy stepped close and ran his hands over her bum. He ground his pelvis to her, his hardening dick pushing against her. She held onto her ankles as Malfoy humped her through his clothes. He groaned in frustration. It wasn’t enough! Reluctantly he stepped back and watched as Hermione’s hands slid up her slim legs. Dainty fingers slid over her ass and she grabbed the waist band of the knickers. Slowly, she pulled them over her ass and down her legs. They caught for a moment at her pussy, the heat and dampness making the underwear cling at the junction.

“Holy fuck,” Malfoy whispered reverently. He rubbed himself through his slacks and groaned as Hermione lifted one leg then the other to drop the panties on the floor with the rest of her discarded clothing. Her naked ass now bobbed in front of Malfoy. “Touch yourself Granger. Touch your cunt.”

Hermione’s fingers crept up her legs and dipped between them. Malfoy couldn’t take his eyes from the pink flesh that began to open up to him as the girl’s fingers massaged her petalled skin. He gulped in a breath of air. “Granger, get over here and take off my clothes.”

She straightened. Slowly turning, Hermione walked to him deliberately, her face impassive. The thoughts in her mind were anything but. As she looked at Malfoy she observed that he was very flushed. His face was growing red and his breathing was extremely heavy. With a small amount of wonder, Hermione realized that he was extremely randy. Inwardly she smiled. She wanted nothing more then to leave him in this state. Let him explode in frustration. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she neared him.

Hermione put her hands on his shoulders. Malfoy was more then a head taller. Her eyes were level with his chest and she stared at the smooth pale skin. She raked her nails down his chest and over his abdomen before her fingers grabbed his belt and pulled it from him. His pants fell around his ankles followed closely by his shorts. Hermione stopped moving then, her arms at her side and her face impassive.

“What the hell?” Malfoy groaned. “Why are you stopping?” Hermione didn’t answer, didn’t look at him. Cursing himself, Malfoy shook his head in frustration. His long cock jutted out from between his legs pointing up and he stroked it as he looked at the girl. Her skin shown in the dim light of the chamber, her body had a sheen of sweat as she battled against the control the wizard had on her as well as her own warring emotions. With a thick voice Malfoy told her, “Suck me Granger. And make it good.”

Hermione knelt down and took the purple swelling cock into her mouth. Her hot breath ignited Malfoy and he groaned loudly. Bobbing her head over his pulsing prick, Hermione felt a whimper escape her throat. She could feel her wetness building between her legs and dribbling down over her thighs as she sucked.

Malfoy smirked hearing the noise from the girl. “What’s wrong mudblood? Scared are you?” He shuddered as Hermione wound her tongue around the thin shaft and licked his long length. All thoughts vanished as he began to pant and gasp with the fire coursing through him. “Holy shit Granger. Where did you learn that?”

Hermione mumbled something around his cock sending fireworks shooting behind Malfoy’s closed eyelids. He didn’t quite make out what she said, but didn’t care at the moment. He was about to cum and didn’t want to do that quite yet. He roughly shoved her from him and said, “Enough.”

She laid sprawled on the ground where he had shoved her, her legs splayed and leaning on her elbows. Her eyes held his as he caught his breath. The cold floor made Hermione shiver. Seeing her discomfort made Malfoy snigger. Fucking her on the floor, letting the cold stones to bite into her back would be suitable for her station, however a Malfoy wouldn’t stoop to being on the floor like a common peasant. “Get up Granger and bend over the table.”

Hermione’s body quickly obeyed and she positioned herself as she was ordered. Malfoy desperately strode forward and jammed his cock into her pussy from behind. Both students groaned at the joining. Hermione clawed at the table and felt her muscles clench around Malfoy’s intrusion. With strong hands, Malfoy held her hips as he began to propel his hard prick in and out of her pussy. His moaning became jagged and harsh as he fought to keep control over his body.

Hermione whimpered and moaned low in her chest, almost too quiet to hear. The cock inside her slid through her body and ignited the nerves within. She was on fire and the burning kept intensifying, getting hotter and more desperate. The girl longed to slam back onto the long prick that invaded her body, but she had no control. Her body was his. A high moan stole from her chest as the blaze inside her belly exploded. With a shuddering sob Hermione lay limply on the table.

Letting out a feral growl, Malfoy wrenched himself free of her tight hot vice and flung her to her knees. He grabbed her face in his left hand as he furiously stroked himself with the other. “Look at me Granger,” he muttered hoarsely. His shout of triumph echoed in the small room as he came, the explosion of pleasure sending a stream of white thick cum onto Hermione’s face. It splattered across her cheek and over her nose and forehead. Malfoy kept jerking his dick and pumped out more cum, letting it dribble over her lips and chin.

He staggered back, sitting heavily in a chair, his cock still semi hard and sticking skyward. Distractedly, he stroked himself and smiled at the sight before him. Hermione still knelt on the floor and held his gaze. Her cum covered face shone in the light streaming in through a dust covered window.

His smile faded as he realized what just had happened. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. He had just raped a girl. Not only that, he had performed two unforgivable curses on her. He couldn’t just let her go now. It would mean expulsion and imprisonment. Even though his family name was slightly tarnished what with his father currently in Azkaban, he was positive Lucius Malfoy would be able to spin his way out of trouble and they would be back on top. This incident would cement a reputation and end the influence and respect the Malfoy name held. Killing her would do no good. Too many questions would surface and he was sure Dumbledore would deduce the culprit.

Only one thing could save him and he was loathe to admit that he didn’t know how to do the spell. If he performed it incorrectly and destroyed her mind, the same result would come about. Dumbledore would work out the crime. Malfoy closed his eyes. He was between the proverbial rock and hard place.

He opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the girl. She hadn’t moved and was still exactly as he left her. A smile rose on his face looking at her. This was how she was meant to be. On her knees and covered by his dominance, by his cum. Hermione was still under the Imperious Curse. She was his and he could use her any way he saw fit. Even her remarkable intellect. “Granger, tell me how to erase this encounter from your mind.”

Her face wrinkled in pain before she replied in a tiny voice, “Obliviate my memory.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Well, yes, I get that part, but what I need you to tell me is how to perform the spell exactly.”

Hermione’s eyes closed and her face reddened. Her breath caught in her throat and she moaned and shivered in anguish. With a great deal of effort Hermione managed to pant out the word, “No.”

Malfoy blinked in surprise. “What?”

“No, I will not tell you how to erase my memory,” she repeated with a little more authority in her voice. “I don’t want to forget.”

Anger and fear rose in his chest and Malfoy lurched to his feet and grabbed Hermione’s chin in his hand. His fingers bit into her skin as he glared down at her. “I will not go to prison for the likes of you bitch. Now tell me how to perform that spell. I order you!”

Hermione thrashed from his grasp and fell to the floor in convulsions. Her loud moans of agony rocked her body and she screamed. “No! I want to remember. I need to remember.”

Taken aback, Malfoy asked softly “Whatever the Hell for?”

Panting on the floor, Hermione relaxed, her body lying limply. “So we can do this again,” she said lightly. “So you can put me under the Imperious Curse again and use me and fuck me.”

Malfoy reeled back and fell over the chair. His wand fell from his hand and clattered to the floor. Hermione felt her consciousness surge outward, pushing all foreign presence from her mind. Vertigo over took her and she felt bile rise in her throat. She doubled over and threw up, the floor splattered with curds and spit. The foul smell filled the room and Hermione whimpered, scooting away from the mess.

Malfoy choked back his own discomfort and snatched up his wand. “Scourgify!” he shouted and the room was clean, as was Hermione’s face and body. He looked down and noticed he too was fresh from the evidence of the encounter. He closed his eyes in frustration. The thought of having a bit of Hermione on him and him in her was gratifying in a way. Now that was gone.

Hermione turned her pale face over her shoulder to look at her tormentor. He was looking at her with a certain amount of trepidation. It would have made her smile if not for her present condition. Her stomach still battled and she felt exhausted. “Malfoy,” she started, her voice abrasive and raw, “a proposition.”

Narrowing his eyes, Malfoy asked, “What kind of proposition.”

“Sex of course,” Hermione snorted. “I’m yours for however you wish me as long as I’m under the curse.”

Looking at her suspiciously, Malfoy considered the statement. “However I wish, huh?”

“Within reason, perv. No sharing, no telling, no physical abuse.”

Malfoy scoffed. “That’s a lot of limitations mudblood.”

“I could always go to Dumbledore and tell him what just happened here tonight. I’m sure he would be interested to learn this isn’t the first time you attacked me.” Malfoy’s eyes widened in fear. He quickly caught himself and looked at her scathingly. “This is a pleasant bit of blackmail Malfoy. You get to fulfill some twisted fantasies I’m sure you have, you get to take me anyway you desire and treat me as you would a sex slave. I’ll be a toy for your amusement. In return you stay out of prison.” She was standing now, her naked body gleaming in the thin light of the grimy window, shivering lightly.

Malfoy swept an appraising eye over her body. His cock twitched of it’s own accord and Hermione smiled. He caught her smile and glowered. Quickly he caught up his robe and swung it over his shoulders. A certain bit of tension left him as the protective warmth of the cloak swirled around him. Hermione stood there, her hands on her hips defiantly. “I see no way out of this ‘deal’ as you so eloquently put it. I accept.”

Hermione beamed. She skipped over to her clothes and began to put them on. “Excellent.”

He watched her as she dressed, the soft skin vanishing from his lecherous eyes. With a little hint of yearning, Malfoy asked, “When?”

“I’ll be in touch.” When Malfoy grumbled, Hermione spun on him. “Don’t complain Malfoy. It shan’t be a long wait.” She stepped close to him and whispered in his ear, her breath tickling his slick hair. “Just make sure you’re ready for me.”

Hermione bent down and retrieved her wand at last. Without looking back she sauntered shakily out the door and down the hall. Malfoy watched her go, astonished.