Sins

A/N: Again, sorry my updates are taking about two weeks in between. I've been really busy, turns out I'm moving soon, but not to worry, I plan on continuing to write this and post when I can

Warnings: FemDom, handjob

***Beta'd as always by the wonderful and talented SoftObsidian74***

7. Accepting sin

Draco wasn’t really asleep, the cot he was allowed was comfortable enough. But that dull ache that filled him kept him from any real rest. It was always the same, Potter would demand the one thing Draco had sworn to himself he would never do, he would then be fucked close to unconsciousness before he was beaten for being touched by the Mudblood slut.

But there had been a change, which was why he was laying awake in the middle of the night. She had not had her way with him. She had not even shown up to watch the golden boy demand his blowjob. And somehow her absence caused a new ache in his chest. Despite the fact that she was the one the cursed him, she was the one that had started it all, she had never been cruel in her touches. She was the only one of the three that didn’t seem to be trying to destroy his body.

Light flooded the large unused classroom and the blond flinched against the sudden intrusion in the darkness. He could see a figure stand in the door, tall and clad in robes. His heart skipped a beat.

Severus Snape stood in the door way, his eyes locked on the pale figure curled upon the cot in the corner. He had received a letter from Naricssa asking about the wellbeing of her son, who had written her to tell her that he would be staying at Hogwarts over the winter holiday. Until that moment he had believed that Draco had returned home. The sudden realization that something was wrong had caused the Potions Master to set forth a search of the entire castle to find his missing Godson.

Draco sat up slowly, his eyes becoming use to the light. “Severus… what… how…?” His mind was racing, his Godfather and Head of Housead found him. He should have been overjoyed, but he was scared.

“Draco are you alright?” Snape asked, stepping into the room and crossing to the cot.

“Well enough. What are you doing here? You have to go.” The words were slipping from his lips before he even knew what he was saying. He knew no good would come of him being found. He knew he would never escape, and to tell his Godfather who had harmed him would only serve to make the Golden Trio more upset.

“Draco come with me. I will take you to Madam Pomfrey and then I will deal with the ones that did this to you.”

“No. Severus, you have to leave. You have to forget what you’ve seen and you have to go. If they find you here…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, the idea of sending his would be savior away cause a tight pain in his chest. But his body and mind tingled with the knowledge of what could be done to him if he willingly went with his Head of House.

Snape raised a single eyebrow, his thin lips turning to a deep frown. He seemed about to say his peace when his eyes went blank and then he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

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It had been a carefully placed ‘Obliviate’, Hermione could not chance her secrets seeping out into the world.

Harry stalked into the room, stepping over the Potions Master’s limp form, a snarl plastered on his lips.

“Harry, that is quite enough,” she told him simply. “Ron, take Professor Snape back to his room. Harry, clean this place so that it seems no one was ever here. I will take our little pet somewhere else.”

The two boys nodded, setting to their tasks without complaint. Such things would be saved for later.

She beckoned for the blond to follow her out of the room and he did so without hesitation. Once alone in the hallway, he dared to speak.

“I didn’t send for him, I swear! I don’t know how he found me, Granger,” he rambled afraid of what they would do to him.

“That’s good to hear, pet, because if you had been trying to get us into trouble, I would have no choice but to help Harry violate your mouth,” she answered flatly.

He swallowed hard, “I didn’t…”

Slowly she led him down into the dungeons and back into the Slytherin commons. “Don’t think that this means any of this will stop, ferret. You still belong to us and we will still use you as we see fit.”

His eyes drifted to the floor, “Yes, Mistress…” The words left him before he was even aware he had said them.

Hermione’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “What did you just call me?”

His eyes went wide, his breathing becoming quick and ragged, he had said it on accident. Knowing it was what she wanted from him, but refusing to give in to her. He opened his mouth to assault her with insults, but no sound left him. Finally, he sighed and spoke what was truly on his mind. “You didn’t show up with Potter today.”

“I wasn’t in the mood,” she was dodging his question and it was annoying him.

“I wanted you there.”

“Why? I do nothing but cause you harm, same as Harry and Ron.”

He shook his head, still unable to look up at her. “Your touch is always so soft. It makes me want to come so badly. You’re the only one that can do that… please Mistress… just tell me what I have to do for you to remove this curse.”

“Go up to your room,” Hermione stated flatly, not letting emotion show in her voice. “If you missed me so much, I’ll rectify the situation before I return to my room.”

Nodding, he turned and headed up the stairs. Her tone had cut at him, and he chastised himself for the weakness he was showing.

Once in his bedroom he lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for what he knew was coming.

“Pet.” Her voice was soft and gentle and when he turned his head to look at her he noticed the small black ring she held between her fingers.

“Is that…?”

“What binds you. The curse that holds you captive rests within this small piece of rubber.” She smiled and laid it down on the bed beside his hand and then took a step back.

It would have been so easy to take it, call his wand to him and take his life back. So easy, just like it was suppose to be easy to get his revenge after the first time it had happened. No, nothing was that easy and Draco knew that the thing on his bed was both a test and a trap. “What must I do?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You are not ready to be released from the curse, ferret. You are still too thick headed, but you are learning. And for that, you will be rewarded.” Hermione explained, taking the ring back into her possession, she tapped it with her wand and placed it back into her pocket. Sitting on the edge of his bed, she wrapped a gentle hand around the length of his shaft and began to stroke him slowly.

He was practically in tears as he felt the need rising inside him. He didn’t want the pain, and he feared that his ‘reward’ was just another punishment. The heat built quickly, his body already on the edge, and then, blinding pain filled his senses. His body tensed and twitched as a strangled cry tore from his chest. His seed shot from him in streams of hot liquid, pooling on his chest and abdomen. When the tides of his orgasm finally passed, he opened his eyes to stare blurrily at the woman beside him.

“Thank you Mistress,” he managed before sleep overtook him.

Hermione smiled, casting a quick cleaning spell, she rose and headed toward the door. “You are welcome, pet. Sleep well. Ron will want to ‘speak’ with you in the morning.”

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genna - I know this story seems strange to people that are not into the D/s BSM scene. But I'm glad you chose to give it a chance. The reason that this story became a D/s has a lot to do with the idea of the Stockhom Syndrom. I'll warn you know, this story doesn't get any better as chapters go on, forced submission is kind of the theme here.

elphaba - I'm glad you are enjoying this story, unfortunately it was a little too adult for FF.net

aleera - ^_^ Aww is always fun. I hope I keep you there for a while.