Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Author’s Note:

A lot of you have been asking about Ginny’s fate, and I would like to give a nod to Ginerva Weasley. I think if I was any of these poor kids, I would definitely stupefy her too. She is a hotheaded, no holds bar woman and I love her, so I cant just let her go out like that. I have a special fate in store for all beloved Ginny. Please read and find out.

Also Neville, is not a favorite character of mine, but I enjoy expanding on his personality and I can see him having the strength of mind to do what he is in this little fic. And well of course I LOVE Luna. I am excited to be finally using her in a fic. Let me know how you like my loony? Thanks everyone.


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Harry Potter drifted in and out of consciousness, feverish and delusional. Occasionally a kind hand would reach down and touch his face. Harry could feel the sensation of weightlessness once and a while, and dreams chased his every thought. Voldemort had won. Harry still remembered falling to the dirt floor in agony as Voldemort advanced on him.

Harry remembered falling into a blackness and then nothingness. This place was all he knew now. Four dirty gray walls and a cement floor. A thin stream of air slipped through an overhead vent. A House Elf that refused to speak to him came in with food and water once a day. The smell of must and dirt was thick in the air and he had not showered in probably two months.

Harry itched all over and when he was conscious, he wished he were not. Smooth, cool hands ran over his brow and he heard an accented voice. He could not place where she was from but she was gentle as she touched his brow soothingly.

“Your fever is broken, but you need to eat.” Those same insistent hands pushed something that looked distinctly like sludge in a chipped bowl towards him.

Harry groaned and rolled over, refusing it. A green light cast from overhead filtered down and Harry saw a pair of golden yellow eyes set in a thin face with dramatic brows and long black hair fell about her. She looked about his age but with witches, it was impossible to tell.

“Who are you?” Harry worked his jaw slowly speaking the words.

The girl touched her tongue to her upper lip nervously and then pushed the food back at him. “ Eat, Harry Potter. It is important you eat. You are in grave danger.” Her voice was soft and husky.

“Tell me something I don’t know, will ya?” Harry slowly forced himself to sit up and he picked up the bowl she nudged towards him.

The girl looked surprised at his response and she blinked twice. “I will think of a way to get us out of here.”

Now Harry actually listened to her. “ How do you know where we are?” Harry slowly took a bite of the food and grimaced.

“I use to live here. We are at Malfoy Manor… The House Elf is familiar to me. Sadey. I think.” The girl rubbed the bridge of her nose and then she moved closer to him. Her body moved with a rare fluidity and quickness.

Harry raised an eyebrow incredulous. “Are you Draco’s sister?”

The girl gave a sharp laugh. “I am no Malfoy.”

Harry pondered that for a moment. “What’s your name?”

The girl looked scared at him for a moment and then she touched her tongue to her bottom lip thoughtfully. “Call me Nia.”

“Were you a slave then?” Harry ate some more gruel before pushing it away in exhaustion.

“In a way.” Nia watched Harry shiver from the damp coldness of the room.

Harry felt full from the weight of the food in his empty stomach and his eyes slowly began to close. Nia moved closer to him.

“Just sleep Harry Potter. I will look out for you.” Her soothing voice combined with her body heat slowly lulled him back to sleep.

Nia licked her lips nervously watching the young boy huddled against her. Voldemort was looking for her. Narcissa Malfoy was either very brave or very foolish to thwart him at this stage. However, Nia could not help but be grateful for that small mercy.

Nia remembered seeing Harry in the wreckage before escaping. When Narcissa found her outside, she had offered her safety in exchange for Nia’s help rescuing Draco from the school.

When Voldemort brought Potter to the Mansion, Nia had hid from him. Upon seeing Harry, she knew she had the key to her freedom here at the Mansion. Nia stayed with him and nursed him back to health without Voldemort’s awareness.

Voldemort was an arrogant fool who looked down on his most loyal servants. He would regret treating Nia like an object. Voldemort will pay for his mistreatment of her. They all would. Even if Nia had to use Harry Potter to do it.



Back at school….

Hermione awoke to the sensation of being watched.

Draco had his silky, blond hair fanned out over her neck and his face buried in her hair. Draco’s arm curled about her waist and she fit snugly against his smooth, warm body. Darting her gaze upwards and to the left she saw nothing. Draco murmured and drew her closer to him and she could feel his hot breath trickling down the back of her neck.

Last night he had been mind-blowingly tender and Hermione had submitted to him with an ease that frightened her. Draco had done things to her body that made her sore but well satisfied. Hermione felt terribly confused and like a traitor that Draco was the one that did this to her. Not Ron. Ron had never made her feeling like this.

It was Draco’s silver eyes, which made her feel like she was melting whenever he stared at her. Draco, who was a Deatheater.

Hermione felt an unbearable sadness at the comfort of his arms safely about her. He was holding her, as if she was his lifeline. In truth, he was hers. Hermione could feel his hand slide down to cup her bottom and she almost jumped.

“Do you know what time it is Granger?” Draco murmured sleepily.

“Around six am…?” Hermione ventured and she shifted around to face him. Her expressive eyes were solemn as she regarded him.

“Go back to sleep.” Draco did not want to wake up yet. He did not want to deal with another day of watching stupid kids getting tortured while Hermione tried to protect them.

Hermione’s hair was everywhere and Draco saw a puzzled frown settle on her face. Draco leaned down and kissed her mouth softly, biting her bottom lip before speaking lazily.

“Unless you want to do something else?” Draco’s hands traveled over her body for a moment before Hermione froze.

“Someone else is in here.” Hermione whispered insistently. Draco’s hands froze at her waist and he sat up reluctantly. “Lumos!” Draco waved his wand and the room lit up with a bright light.

“Morning.” Blaise Zabini unfurled from the big armchair where he had been watching them. “Don’t stop on my account, Malfoy.” Blaise gave a humorless smile.

Hermione blushed and Draco rose up from the bed, unashamedly naked and he crossed the room to throw on a robe. Draco turned to embrace Blaise in good humor. “Zabini…” Draco grinned slightly.

“Very touching scene, Parkinson was sure she was ripping your throat out by now. I guess your powers of persuasion were underestimated. What a tame little cat you have.” Blaise murmured with a sadistic appreciation.

Draco snorted. “Parkinson always did underestimate me. I prefer to call it nearsighted jealousy but still the little pug has her uses. When did you get back from Milan?”

Blaise smirked. “This morning. I must confess I was hoping for a quick chat before class but I can see you are busy. So, its true, The Dark Lord is giving away Mudbloods and Traitors as pets. I love my life.”

Draco smirked slightly and nodded at Hermione. “Unfortunately for you, most of the good ones are taken.”

Blaise rubbed his hands together and grinned. “Not all of them. I talked to Lestrange. Weasley was still available; Longbottom is just keeping her for me. I think the Dark Lord wants one for each wizard. Lucky for me Pansy screwed up. Oh, and what the devil is up with Longbottom?”

Draco shrugged but he had the same dubious expression. “Pureblood, and supposedly Voldemort saw him kill Dolohov. Voldemort wants defects, besides he is being watched for betrayal. I heard they sent in Goyle to mess with Lovegood in front of him. If he’s a traitor, then seeing Lovegood being raped would surely cause him to break character, especially a weakling like that.”

Hermione gasped from her place on the bed. She hugged herself thinking of Luna being raped.

Blaise lifted his gaze to Hermione and saw her half-naked form on the bed. Blaise grinned appreciatively. “Perhaps we can share sometime.”

Draco narrowed his gaze coldly at Blaise. “I don’t think so.”

Blaise raised an eyebrow. “Never bothered you before. You been stuck up on Granger’s snatch since third year. She is just new to you. Once she gets old, maybe we could have some fun.”

“I think your going to have your hands full with the Weasel. She is wickedly hard to handle. I think Voldemort is going to have her killed if she doesn’t relent.” Draco smirked slightly and folded his arms. “You’re probably her last chance.”

“Well, we can’t have that. A body that luscious dead somewhere? It is unheard of. No, the Weasel will just have to see my point of view.” Blaise smiled but his eyes glowed with something else.

Draco felt drawn to him, as a scent came off Blaise and he shoved him. “Knock it out. You are freaking me out with your Veela crap. Save it for the Weasel.”

Blaise shrugged with a smug smile. “I think I will. Ginger won’t be able to resist.”

Draco opened the door. “Out, Blaise.” Draco had to resist the urge to kiss him as Blaise walked out the door.

He was not into wizards but Blaise towed that line to often. Sharing women was just a part of it. Blaise’s natural weaponry at seduction was always apparent, but when he started to release the natural Veela pheromones, it made everyone around him horny regardless of sexual preferences.

Draco shut the door behind Blaise, and he looked across the room at Hermione’s sad face. He tried to think if he said anything to cause it and then remembered, that Loony was her friend. Draco walked to the edge of the bed.

“You like him…” Hermione observed, quietly sniffling.

Draco looked uncomfortable for a moment. “Our mother’s were friends. I’ve known him most my life.”

“Do you think he will hurt Ginny?” Hermione asked grimly.

Draco tilted his head and his hair shadowed his facial expression. “I don’t know. Blaise is not really into that cruel stuff. He is kind of lazy.” Draco answered honestly.

Hermione flinched. “Luna…”

“Is not your business. Your only business is pleasing me and staying out of trouble. Remember that today.” Draco tilted her sad face up to his own and he gently kissed her.

“You won’t be going to class today. Stay here. Read…Take a bath…if you like?”

Draco felt like an idiot for being so helpful. Hermione looked suspiciously at his behavior and she stared hard at him. “Malfoy…. What are you hiding from me?”

Draco snapped at her. “Nothing, I thought you might appreciate a day off from Hell, you’ve earned it.”

Hermione felt his words like a slap. “Earned it?! What does that mean?”

Draco dropped his gaze in annoyance. “Just that you have been through a lot.”

“Is this because I gave into you last night? You think I did that for favors?” Hermione started to grow angry as she gave the idea more thought.

Draco stared across at her, her words ringing too true for him. “No, but since you are so eager to prove yourself to me, beg me to go to class today.” Draco stalked towards her, aroused by her angry expression.

Hermione’s liveliness was drawing him, as her complacent, frightened nature never could. Blaise was right… Draco had wanted her since she punched him in the face. He vowed that day to bed her and make her scream his name.

Hermione pushed at him as Draco grabbed her and pulled her up against him.

When Hermione spoke, her voice cracked. “I hate you. I hate the way you make me feel. Like I am betraying everyone by being here. By not suffering as they are.”

Draco looked thunderstruck, at the rage and self-loathing written on her face. Her words were striking small blows to him and he could feel her fists balled up as she tried to push him off her. Draco did the only thing that occurred to him, he kissed her.

Pulling her arms behind her back, Draco held her down with surprising strength and he kissed her slowly, opening her mouth and flicking his tongue out to lick the hot moistness of her mouth. Hermione struggled against his grip but slowly the leisurely hypnotic movements of his tongue enflamed her and she began to vibrate from the pleasure that Draco was giving her.

Trembling, Hermione whispered as he broke the kiss. “Why do you hate me so much?” Her puzzled words came from a raw place deep in her throat and Draco had to resist the urge to cover her mouth so she would not ask him that question again. He had no answers for her. He was as lost as she was here.

Draco released her arms and got dressed. Throwing his robes on, he glared down at her. “Stay here! This is not negotiable Granger.” Draco grabbed his books and strode out of the room.
Hermione watched him go and her hand touched her swollen mouth in anguish. She was a slut to respond to Draco like this. Her most hated enemy and she is moaning in his mouth. She made herself sick.

Hermione walked to the bookcase. She knew that she had to get out of here, somehow. First, she needed to break the compulsion spell to stay at school. In addition, she needed to figure out a way to get Draco to release her from the necklace. Hermione had a lot to do and very little time.

If Hermione was not mistaken, soon Ginny would be under Blaise’s lock and key and they would never get out of here. Moreover, Hermione was beginning to wonder if she even wanted too.




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