Traitorous

Traitorous

“If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?”—Sarah McLachlan, Black

Ginny was fighting the bindings on her hands, struggling against the ropes twisted around her feet. There was a blindfold tied around her eyes, and from the softness of the surface upon which she lay, she surmised she was on a bed.

The thought horrified her, and she struggled harder.

“Ginny?” she heard a voice say, curious and slightly breathless, and she felt relief slide down her spine as she recognized the other girl’s voice.

“Hermione!” she said, relieved. “What happened?”

“I think the raid was a set-up,” Hermoine said. By the sound of her voice, it sounded as if she was on the other side of the room from the bed. “Someone must have alerted the Death Eaters to our plans.”

Ginny felt her stomach plummet. “Snape,” she breathed, “it has to be. He was the only one who knew that we had planned to go out on that raid; no doubt he was rewarded highly for the information. Did we lose anyone?”

“I think we lost them all, Gin,” Hermione said, a strange tone in her voice. “I think it might just be over for the Order.”

“It might as well be, for the two of you,” a cold voice drawled, and Ginny winced. “I doubt your precious Order will spare any of their remaining members—if indeed they have any—to come and collect you. You might as well accept that you’re the prisoners of the Dark Lord.” The voice belonged to one Draco Malfoy, and he sounded entirely too pleased.

“Never!” Ginny cried, struggling harder on the bed. She fought the bindings to no avail, and she heard Malfoy laugh and then mutter a spell that caused the bindings to tighten with her every twist. She abruptly stopped struggling as the pain washed over her.

“Granger and the Weaslette,” Draco said in a delighted voice, cruelty underlining his smooth drawl. Ginny could almost see his smirk, even with the blindfold currently obscuring her vision. “Whatever will I do with you two?”

“You might as well just kill me, Malfoy,” Ginny declared, voice insistent and brave despite her fear. “We’ll never come over to your side, so forget it. Nor will we betray the Order. You could hit us with a thousand doses of the Cruciatus—”

“What? Oh, I don’t think so. My Aunt Bellatrix is the undisputed Crucio queen of the family,” he said pleasantly, and laughed harshly. “I’m finding I take after my father, though, in other areas. I’m quite skilled with the Imperius, would you like to see?”

Ginny opened her mouth to tell him where he could stick his wand, but he hissed Imperio and suddenly Ginny felt free and relaxed, unable to remember what she wanted to say. Her body felt like it was floating, and it was a lovely feeling. Smiling slightly, she relaxed into the bindings. I should just relax, it will all be fine….

“Excellent, I see it worked. Now, Granger, untie Miss Weasley. Let’s not let her move, though, shall we? So, Weaslette, you are to remain very still once Granger gets those bindings off of you. Do you understand? Tell me you understand me.”

What? No! I’m going to run the minute these come off me, knock you over and drag Hermione out of here. “I understand, Draco,” she said, as her mind shrieked in protest.

“Good, good,” Draco said, and Ginny felt hands tearing at the ropes, until they fell off of her arms. The hands moved quickly down and untied the bindings at her legs, and she smiled in relief as the ropes were removed. Her skin felt raw from where the robes had rubbed into her. Idly, she rubbed her right arm with her left hand in an attempt to soothe her burning skin.

“Why, look at all those poor red marks,” Draco said, smug. “How awful. Granger, I think you should be a nice girl and kiss away all those marks on her skin.”

Ginny’s mind was horrified at what he suggested, but she did not make a move to stop Hermione as she felt the other girl’s mouth moving up her arm, kissing lightly at her bruised flesh. She felt strangely shivery at the contact.

“Lovely,” Draco purred, as she heard him move nearer to the bed. “I think Miss Weasley has too many clothes on. Let’s see that they are removed. Don’t you think that is a good idea, Weasley?”

“Yes,” she said, hating herself but arching up towards Hermione’s mouth regardless, as the other girl broke the light, teasing kisses and started to unbutton the plain white button-up blouse she was wearing.

“Good,” Draco hissed, voice darkening, “now her trousers…”

Ginny did not want to be naked beneath Malfoy’s gaze, but she obligingly lifted her hips and allowed Hermione to slide her trousers off her legs and toss them aside. She was sprawled on some unknown bed in her knickers and a white lace bra. She could do nothing but lie there, awaiting his pleasure and his twisted commands.

There was something else beneath the shame she felt—something darker and more primal, something that terrified her more than her predicament. Unable to stop it, she shivered slightly, the air stirring around her, her body shifting restlessly on the bed.

“Poor Miss Weasley appears to be cold,” Draco said, “perhaps you should warm her, Granger—after you’ve taken your clothes off, of course.”

There was a faint rustling that bespoke of Hermione obeying Draco’s order, and their captor made an appreciate noise and said “who knew you were hiding such a body under those robes, Miss Granger? It is a pity Miss Weasley can’t see it. You’ll have to show her some other way. Why don’t you climb on top of her?”

Ginny felt her friend sliding up her body, and noticed that Hermione was completely naked. Her skin was soft, smooth, and slightly heated as she complied.

“Very lovely,” Draco said, amused. “She is obviously cold, Hermione, I can see her shivering. Her poor nipples are straining against that lace bra. You should warm her up.”

Hermione’s mouth moved to cover her nipple through the bra, and Ginny moaned and arched her back as desire shot through her. It was awful and shameful and wonderful, what was happening to her. Her arms were at her sides, and she had an absurd urge to stroke the smooth skin of her friend’s back.

“Her skin is so soft,” Draco said, as if he had read her mind. Ginny thought perhaps he sat in a chair next to the bed, watching as he controlled them with his curse. “Touch her and see.”

She raised her hands and ran them down Hermione’s back, and the other girl smiled against her neck, where she was laving it with kisses.

“Bite her,” Draco said, a dark eagerness in his voice.

He did not preface the command with a name, and since they were both under the curse, they both obeyed. Hermione’s mouth moved across her collarbone, and Ginny tangled her hands in her friend’s thick curls as she returned the caress.

Suddenly, another person climbed onto the bed with them, and Ginny felt rough, calloused fingers slide over her skin.

Malfoy.

Her mind screamed a warning, and then she heard Draco’s whispered command to Hermione, and her friend’s hand slid down her leg to lightly stroke over her cotton knickers.

“Is she wet, Hermoine?” Draco murmured, hands playing at Ginny’s breasts.

“Yes,” Hermoine said, and Draco chuckled.

“Take her knickers off,” he said, and Ginny tilted her hips. Malfoy made short work of her bra, and then she was as naked as Hermione, stretched out beneath them.

Hermione’s fingers were playing lightly over her, and Malfoy was licking her nipples, urging Hermione to continue in his cool drawl. Ginny hated herself for it, but she could no longer fight the pleasure that was coursing through her as Hermione slid a finger inside of her and Malfoy sucked harder on her nipples, putting his fingers in her mouth.

“Suck on my fingers, Weasley, like you’ll suck on my cock,” he said, laughing as she moaned.

“Make her come, Hermione,” Malfoy ordered harshly, and Ginny arched her back as pleasure washed over her. He licked her ear and whispered, “Next time you’ll beg me for it.” Her cries were breathless as she came, hard, around Hermione’s deft fingers.

Ginny was still blindfolded, but it did not matter. She could not see Draco, but she heard his commands as he forced her to lie between Hermione’s thighs, licking her while Draco straddled Hermione and shoved himself inside her friend’s mouth.

“She’s so good at sucking me off,” Draco said, smug, as Ginny felt her friend’s clit spasm beneath her tongue as Hermione twisted and moaned in her release.

The curse compelled her to follow all of Draco’s commands—to lie on top of Hermione and kiss her, while Draco shoved his fingers inside of them both. She sprawled on her back, as Hermione had done, sucking Draco’s cock while Hermione licked her into a frenzy.

The pleasure was all-consuming, a drenching wave that left her body satisfied and her mind whirling in confusion as she succumbed to Draco Malfoy’s desires and the caresses of her brother’s best friend.

When he moved over Hermione, her mind shouted a warning as she heard Draco say lazily, “finite incantatem,” and since Ginny still felt like she was drowning, she realized he’d only removed the spell from Hermione.

“I’m going to fuck your friend now, Ginny,” Draco murmured. Hermione was lying next to Ginny on the bed, but her friend was eerily silent. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

The bed beside her started to move and she heard Hermione whimpering. “Play with yourself, Ginny,” Draco said, voice strained as he thrust harshly. “I want to hear you come while I’m fucking her.”

No! Ginny thought, horrified, but her hand slid down her body and she began to stroke herself, lost in his curse, as the cries spilled from Hermione’s lips next to her. Her friend sounded as if she was pain, and while it horrified Ginny, she could not stop herself from arching her back as the pleasure washed through her.

“So loud, I’ll just have to make you be quiet,” Draco said maliciously in response to Hermione’s cries, “and put my hand over your mouth. Ah, but biting me won’t make a difference, Granger. I like it rough. Let me hear you cry out, Weaslette. Let us both hear you come.”

Ginny hated herself, but she did as he commanded. Hermione’s cries continued, muffled on the bed next to her.

Ginny lay trembling as Draco moved off the bed. He muttered a spell and the blindfold loosened on her eyes, and Ginny blinked in the harsh light of the room. She turned her head to see Hermione lying next to her, but her friend’s head was turned away. She was so still, Ginny had the horrified thought that Draco might have killed her at the end. He had always hated Hermione….she turned towards him, fear lancing through her and washing away the remnants of her shameful pleasure.

Draco was seated across the room, naked, and smirking. His face was flushed and his pale hair was tousled. He was marked with nail marks on his chest, and Ginny thought, poor Hermione! She tried to scratch him while he raped her! His gray eyes regarded her lazily as he twirled his wand in his hand. Her gaze touched on his cock, which appeared to be smeared with blood.

If she had not been under the Imperious curse, Ginny might have sobbed.

“I think it best I put your bindings back on,” Draco said evenly, waving his wand over the bed. The ropes slid across her sensitized skin, tightening again painfully.

“Incidentally, Weasley, I’ve decided not to release you from the curse just yet. Not so much for my sake, but I wouldn’t want you try and tear Hermione’s eye’s out.”

Warning bells went off in her mind, but Ginny just narrowed her eyes and glared at Draco. “What are you on about, Malfoy?” She demanded. “You raped Hermione, and you think I’m going to tear her eyes out?”

Draco laughed. “You heard me release the spell, right?”

Ginny stared at him. “Of course I did.” She flushed as she remembered the traitorous rush of pleasure she’d felt during the entire ordeal, wanting so badly to claim he had taken advantage of her, too. Unfortunately, her body had responded and she felt horribly ashamed. I shall never forgive myself. Never.

“Good,” Draco said simply, and released the Imperius curse that bound her.

“Come on, Hermione, I believe it is time we report back to the Dark Lord our success in our most recent venture, he shall be most pleased,” Draco said, eyes glinting cruelly as he ran his tongue over his lips.

Ginny was stunned to see Hermione climb out of bed, stretch, and smile down at her. There was a glint in her eyes that Ginny did not understand. “Of course, darling,” she said with a smug smile. She reached down and trailed her finger down Ginny’s throat. Ginny moaned at the touch, and flushed as she realized there was no longer the compulsion of Imperio laid upon her to react.

Hermione crossed the floor and kissed Draco Malfoy on the mouth, and Ginny realized then who had betrayed the Order. It was the last thought she had before she saw the bright flash of green. The curse was spoken in the soft, languid tones of Hermione Granger’s voice.

Finis