Black Rose

There is was again. A black rose.

Hermione had walked back into her room to find yet another black rose lying on her bed. She shivered as the chill of what felt like icy water ran through her veins.

She wanted to throw it away. She wanted to throw it into the fire and watch it burst into flames. But she couldn’t. It pulled her into its silky petals; it whispered to her, it enticed her. It made promises of knowledge beyond her wildest dreams. It promised her passion and pleasures beyond her deepest, darkest desires. Mesmerized, she walked over to the bed and picked up the rose. Bringing the rose up, she inhaled the intoxicating scent. Darkness swirled around her as she fell to the bed.


Hermione slowly became aware of her surroundings. It was always the same – lying on a bed, hands bound to the bedpost, two pairs of eyes gazing upon her naked body. She could feel the satin sheets, cool against her heated skin. Movement beside her caught her eye, a shadowy figure moving towards the bed. A gloved hand emerged from the shadows, cupping her cheek before lightly moving down her throat, over the swell of her breast, plucking her nipple as it rose to greet it. It continued its path down her abdomen, until reaching her mound.

Hermione moaned as a leather covered finger swirled across her, occasionally parting her lips, lightly flicking her clit. She arched against the hand, trying to draw it in, add pressure – anything to quench the desires that were raging through her. She wanted more, needed more. This constant teasing was frustrating her to no end, but there was nothing she could do. She wasn’t the one in control.

A second shadowy figure emerged, gripping her hair and pulling her head back. Hermione gasped, looking at the hooded figure. She could feel, rather than see, the heated gaze from under the hood. She knew that she should be scared, should be terrified, should scream for help. However, all she could feel was the thrill, the passion, the desire these two men made her experience.

The hood slowly came towards her, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, causing Hermione to gasp. A tongue plunged into her mouth, invading her, probing her. At the same time, the leather covered finger plunged into her slick, heated core. Hermione arched as far as she could, getting lost in the sensations that invaded her. A second finger joined the first, spreading her, twisting in her, touching her as no other had. The deliciously rough mouth moved from her lips and attacked her vulnerable breasts – licking, biting, sucking them, making her sensitive nipple protest at the abuse. Another gloved hand, belonging to the bruising mouth, squeezed her other breast, tweaking the rosy bud.

Hermione was close to the release she so desperately craved. Her breath was coming in short gasps, the only sound in the deafening silence. So close – almost there. She moved against the fingers in her, wishing that her hands were free so that she could keep the hooded head to her breast forever. She…was…almost…there…

The fingers left her as the hooded head moved away from her. Hermione cried out in frustration. NO! She needed more, she needed release. The sweet release that only they would be able to give her.

Hermione whimpered, “Please…”

The figure at the foot of the bed moved up the side, his hood coming close to her face. “Please what, my sweet?” the hushed voice asked.

Hermione closed her eyes, unsuccessful in keeping the tears from spilling down the side of her face. “Please…please…release me. Give me the release that only you both can give me,” she gasped out.

The leathery finger came up to wipe the tear from her face. “Soon, my sweet,” the whispered voice replied, “Just do the one thing we asked you to do. Do you remember?” Hermione nodded weakly. “Do that and soon you will join us. Then you will have the release you desire. The release you’ve earned”

“Yes,” Hermione whispered as she fell back into darkness.


Hermione woke with a start, finding herself back in the familiar surroundings of her room – alone. A smirk graced her lips, thinking about how she was going to accomplish her task.


Snape opened his eyes and looked over at Draco, seeing his smirk mirrored on the face of the younger man. “She’s ready,” Snape said triumphantly.

Draco nodded, “The Dark Lord will be so pleased with us.”