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 and mature content. reader discretion is advised.

Hermione shuffled through the castle. It was very late and she should be in bed and that is exactly where she was headed. She was exhausted. Malfoy, a dirty rotten scoundrel no matter how you looked at him, was a very skilled lover. He knew exactly how to touch a girl. Hermione tried not to dwell on how many girls the blonde wizard had been with. It didn\'t really matter.

The halls were dark and silent. The wizards in the paintings all slept, their snores muted. The few suits of armour along the halls creaked slightly as they swayed on their feet. Hermione wasn\'t worried though. All her anxieties were at rest for the moment, along with Hogwarts.

She could still smell Malfoy on her, in her clothes. There was a good deal of sex that lingered about her as well. The aroma was rather intoxicating. It made her giddy. Her smile was large and spoke of her new found knowledge of sex. Of course, with Malfoy it wasn\'t her first time. It wasn\'t even her second, but it was the first true experience that left her wanting more. Her smile faltered. How could she call that a ‘true’ experience? He had raped her!

Dumbledore had taken advantage of her. This she knew. Yet he had been gentle and considerate. The lessons he taught her were invaluable and she had learnt them well. She knew how to please and it was rather empowering to know how to make a boy beg for more. When she had left his office however, she had felt cheap and dirty like she needed to scrub and scour her body down to the core. The feelings came from the fact the wizard was the headmaster at the school. It was an abuse of his authority, but Hermione didn\'t really believe that the old man would force himself on anyone. It wasn\'t like she had told him to stop or tried to get away. Instead, she had enjoyed his touching, the tiny bolts of electricity that he had used to soothe and then excite her. Hermione wanted to learn how to get those electric shocks to emit from her finger tips like they did from Dumbledore\'s.

With Harry she had experienced such tenderness and warmth. So much love. There, though, she had taken advantage of Harry. She knew that now. She had played with his emotions and cut his heart when she had needed, demanded more then he could give. She wanted so much to tell Harry how much she loved him and needed him, but she was afraid. If he never spoke to her again it would leave a huge void in her heart. By not confronting him she could hold the fantasy of him forgiving her. She was afraid that forgiveness might not be in the fates.

Draco Malfoy didn\'t offer love. He didn\'t offer her forever. He offered her now. Their\'s was a business arrangement. Gratification without commitment. They both got what they wanted and left it at that. Hermione giggled at the thought that it was a very shallow deal. Sex. No love. No friendship. In fact, they could hardly stand each other but they both craved the same thing. Hermione was already anticipating the next encounter. It was all very confusing.

She opened a large door and emerged into the main hall to the castle. The big open space seemed even larger now and so exposed. Hermione glanced around before skipping lightly towards the grandiose staircase that would lead to the Gryffindor tower. She looked up as her right foot touched the first step and froze. At the top of the flight, slowly sauntering down was Bill Weasley.

His eyes went wide with shock as he saw the girl. A large grin grew on his face as he resumed his way down. His hands were in the pockets of his robe which swished around his legs. Underneath he wore blue denim which looked rather out of place here in Hogwarts. She could see a green shirt with buttons at the neck. They were undone and a bit of fine red hair curled out of the opening. The glint of gold from his earring caught her attention as it glinted in the candle light.

She stepped back as Bill approached, his lazy grin beguiling and Hermione couldn\'t help but smile in return. She blushed a little as the older wizard bowed. When he returned to his full height Hermione demurred and looked down at her feet. His chuckle made her look up at him through her bushy bangs.

\"And what pray tell are you doing up so late Miss Granger?\" he asked with amusement. \"Coming back from a late night tryst I bet.\" Hermione gasped at his intuitiveness. He chuckled again. \"You aren\'t the first lady to have been found roaming the corridors late at night. Just between you and me, I\'ve actually caught a few this year.\"

Hermione blushed even deeper. \"I was making my rounds to make sure there was no one roaming about.\"

His laughter filled the foyer. \"Come Miss Granger. If I recall, you should have been in bed a long time ago.\"

\"I lost track of time,\" she replied innocently causing Bill to guffaw with mirth.

He came close and spoke into her ear. \"Time has a way of running away with you. Be careful or you will lose it.\"

She eyed him quizzically. He smiled impishly and backed up a few paces. From his pocket he pulled his wand and flicked his wrist. \"Manus iussu furor\" he incanted and Hermione found herself suddenly victim to invisible fingers on her sides as well as the soles of her feet. She squirmed trying to get away from the tickling but no matter where she moved to, the magic fingers stayed with her. Her laughter filled the hall and reverberated back to her. It was too much for her and she fell to her knees and began to roll on the floor. Tears of laughter began to roll down her cheeks and she gasped for air.

\"Please Bill,\" she called out in giggles. \"Stop it.\"

\"Whazat Hermione?\" he replied with a laugh. \"I don\'t think I heard you.\"

\"Mercy Bill. Uncle! What do you want me to say?\"

As she rolled on the ground her robes parted and her skirt rode up a bit. She didn\'t notice however as she was finding it difficult to breath as her body was wracked by laughter. Bill noticed though and looked with wonder at her pink knickers. If his eyes were not deceiving him he could swear that they looked a bit damp. Shaking his head he flicked his wrist and mercifully the magic disappeared. Hermione lay on her back panting, trying to catch her breath.

She sat up with her hand over her heart willing it to settle. \"I should never have let Ron find out I\'m ticklish,\" she lamented. \"Now I\'m being punished for it.\"

Bill knelt down on the balls of his feet before her with a playful grin. \"Don\'t be so surprised that your weakness is being exploited. When facing off against someone, you have to use every advantage you can to win. You have to make sure you know more about your opponent then he or she knows about you. As the saying goes \'knowing is half the battle\'.\"

Hermione\'s face blanched. \"Are you saying you just tested me?\"

\"You presented me with an opportunity that I couldn\'t ignore,\" Bill shook his head in amusement. \"I even gave you ample time to prepare yourself. Is it my fault you chose to just stand there, an easy target?\"

Hermione sighed with a frown. she crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance and stuck her lips out in a pout. \"How was I to know you were going to hex me?\"

\"I told the class to be careful didn\'t I? You apparently chose to ignore that bit of advice. Let me just say, if I had been one of the death eaters, would I have waited for you to be ready?\"

Bill brought his hand up and twisted it into a claw. With his fingers waggling menacingly, he inched it towards Hermione. \"As I know your weakness, so too do I know how to make you beg for mercy.\"

Hermione gasped with a laugh and swatted at his outstretched hand. She caught him with a solid smack and he cried out with a laugh, \"Hey, no fair.\" Hermione just stuck her tongue out at him and batted at his hand again. Overcompensating as the girl tried to back away, Bill lost his balance. He began to fall forward and reached out to stop himself. His hand closed over Hermione\'s right thigh. Her skin was soft and warm and Bill realized where he was. He leapt to his feet and proffered a hand to the girl. She took it and was hauled to her feet.

Hermione felt the fire coursing through her veins from Bill Weasley\'s touch. Or was it just the fact that a man touched her? She was so confused. Ever since term started she had been very aware of others around her, especially the male population of Hogwarts. In the last few months she had even shagged three of them. Was she being normal? Was there something wrong with her?

Bill noticed the pink to Hermione\'s cheeks. He tilted his head to the side and looked at her. Really looked at her. She seemed a bit different from the girl who he had seen before. She even seemed to be holding herself differently then the start of the term. He shook his head. It was surprising to think of this young lady privy to carnal knowledge. Then again, she was awfully mature for her age, and truth be told, if he remembered his days at Hogwarts, the wizard was the instrument to not a few young witches initiation into womanhood.

Yet even with that thought, Hermione seemed troubled. \"Hermione,\" Bill said softly. \"Is everything alright?\"

\"Why wouldn\'t it be?\" she rejoined.

\"I have no idea. Hence the question.\" Bill stepped closer and put his hand on her shoulder. He felt her muscles tense suddenly, but when she looked up into his eyes she relaxed. His breath caught in his throat as Hermione seemed to move closer. He took a steadying sigh. \"You\'ve seemed a mite distracted lately. And I\'ve noticed you, Ron and Harry aren\'t hanging around each other as much as before.\"

With a heavy sigh, Hermione nodded sadly. \"We had a big fight. It started between Harry and I, and Ron got in the middle of it. Now none of us are speaking.\"

They were silent then. Bill stared at Hermione who was in turn staring at her feet. He prodded her chin with his finger and she raised her eyes to him. Like a moth to a flame, Hermione inched closer to Bill.

Feeling her eyes begin to fill with unshed tears, Hermione tried to turn her head away. Bill held her fast and refused to let her go. Gently, he brushed her cheek as a small cold drop fell from her eye. \"Oh Hermione,\" he whispered as he pulled her into a tight embrace. She whimpered into his chest as she wrapped her arms around his waist, clutching at the back of his robe. He stroked her hair as he whispered soothing words to her so quietly that she couldn\'t even make them out.

\"I don\'t know what to do,\" Hermione choked. \"Harry and Ron are my best friends. Without them, all this,\" she pulled away from Bill and swept her arms out in a grand gesture indicating Hogwarts, \"doesn\'t mean very much.\" She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her robe, which still had the lingering smell of Malfoy on it. The intoxicating scent of sex. \"In our first year, everyone was so mean to me, even Harry and Ron. I was this bossy little know it all. I still am I guess, but somehow, some way, the three of us became friends. How am I supposed to let that all go?\" Hermione looked at her fingers as she took a deep breath. The chill of the evening gave the air around them a bite to it that kept Hermione awake. Any warmer and she would have fallen asleep right there in the hallway. It had been a very long day for her.

Bill regarded her for a moment. \"Would you like me to have a word with them? I can try to get to the bottom of this and help sort you all out.\"

\"Would you?\" Hermione asked hopefully. \"Oh Bill, that would be fantastic!\" She flung herself into his arms and embraced him tightly. The professor stumbled back at the sudden assault but laughed at her enthusiasm. He wrapped his right arm around her waist to ease the pressure around his neck which was becoming a problem as she was cutting off his flow of oxygen.

Bill set her down after and rubbed his sore neck embarrassingly. Hermione blushed but didn\'t back away. Instead she stepped up to him again and put her hand on his chest. His heart beat under her fingers and she counted each beat. \"Hermione?\" he murmured.

She looked up at him. Her brown eyes wide and searching. Slowly she slipped her fingers behind his neck and pulled him down to her moist lips. She sighed happily as Bill kissed her in return, his lips pulling on hers gently. Hermione felt the rumble of his groan as he wrapped his strong arms around her tiny waist. The massage of his lips over hers soon had a fire burning to life inside her belly and she pressed herself against him further. His own arousal grew against her making Hermione murmur in approval. Deftly, Hermione slipped her tongue into Bill\'s mouth, wrestling with his.

Bill\'s eyes shot open and he abruptly pulled away from the girl. \"I\'m sorry Hermione,\" he breathed, his heart beating wildly. \"We can\'t do this.\"

\"What? Why?\" Hermione asked in confusion.

Bill paced along the corridor, trying to come up with reasons why they couldn\'t continue. For the life of him, he couldn\'t think of any. With his back to the young witch, Bill Weasley took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He could still taste the sweetness of her lips, hear the soft flutter of her breath as her body pressed against his. With great strength, he quelled those thoughts and concentrated. \"I’m your professor Miss Granger. Not only would it be ethically improper of me to….\" He trailed off as he looked at her lips, so full and inviting. He shook his head violently. \"It would be criminally negligent also. Not to mention I have a girlfriend and you have a boyfriend.\"

\"I do not have a boyfriend!\" Hermione exclaimed tersely, her face red with growing embarrassment and anger.

\"Well, you\'re having a spat with him. You\'ll work it out, but not if we dally in something that would not be good for either of us. You could get a reputation Hermione. And I, well I could go to jail.\"

Hermione puffed out her chest and then sighed in defeat. \"Fine,\" she said sadly. \"I don\'t know what came over me. I thought you thought I was pretty.\"

Bill looked at her, shocked. \"You are pretty Hermione. My word, you are a beautiful young woman. And with the wits and cleverness you possess any boy will be lucky to have you.\"

\"But not a man like you? Is that it?\"

Hesitating only for a moment, Bill stepped close to her and put his hand on her shoulder. \"Hermione, I\'m too old for you.\" Hermione snorted at that. Bill Weasley was positively juvenile compared to Dumbledore. \"You want someone your own age. Someone who shares the same interests as you.\"

\"No one shares the same interests as me,\" Hermione said sadly. She looked at him again, her jaw set in determination. \"I don\'t care about my reputation as you put it, but I don\'t want to jeopardize your career or criminal record. I\'m sorry.\"

\"No Hermione, I\'m sorry. I didn\'t mean to lead you on in any way. If I said or did anything to..\"

\"You didn\'t. Just, let\'s drop it shall we. I\'m tired. I need to get to bed.\" Hermione walked swiftly down the corridor leaving an anxious and confused Bill Weasley staring after her. She glanced back quickly and swept the tear from her eye. Was this how her life was going to be? Rejected at all turns by decent men? Maybe she should have taken Wolfgang Wagner up on his offer. At least then she would have been connected to someone, even for a short time. She could have pretended that the boy loved her.

Hermione stifled a sob as she ran up to Gryffindor tower. She was afraid no one could love her now.