Unrepentant Prisoner

This story is a gift for Mistress Malfoy. She was quick to point out that I missed her birthday when told I was answering DJ’s birthday challenge. So this is for her. Hope you like it, Jodes.

This story is AU. HBP never happened and neither did anything after it.

Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K. Rowling. I just play with them sometimes.



Unrepentant Prisoner


Hermione pulled at the ropes tying her down. Her wrists and ankles were chafed and bleeding from the friction. It was her own fault that she was in this predicament. She just couldn’t wait until all had been declared safe. She had to find the information before anyone else. She just couldn’t leave it alone. Once she got this problem in her mind she just had to solve it. Well, everyone always said that her being a know-it-all would end up a bad thing and now it had.
They had been so close to finding a spell that would finish off Voldemort. All the books that pertained to the exact spell they needed, however, were locked up inside Malfoy Manor. Of course. If anyone had the books, it would be Voldemort’s right-hand man.
Harry and Ron had immediately begun coming up with a plan to infiltrate the manor. It would take weeks though before anything came of it. Well, she just couldn’t wait that long. Hermione slipped out of the tower that night using Harry’s cloak. She knew that Professor Snape would know how to get to the manor.
Hermione had snuck into the Professor’s private rooms. He wasn’t there. Maybe the Floo? Of course, now, it sounds insane, but at the time it was the logical next step. She walked over the floo, threw in the powder, and called out “Malfoy Manor”. Thinking back she knew she was going to be caught the second she stepped out of the flame.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Now, here she was trussed up like a holiday turkey, awaiting whatever blow fate dealt. It’s been over three hours, she thinks. When are they just going to get it over with?
Footsteps sound outside of her cell, and her heart begins to beat faster with each footfall. She braces herself for the blow she knows to be coming… Nothing. She opens her eyes and looks around. The footsteps have stopped and she looks up into the striking grey eyes of her captors. Lucius and Draco Malfoy, in the flesh. Both with that same aristocratic grace and beauty; Long white-blond hair, piercing eyes, and, of course, unequalled perfection. On both of their faces they wore the characteristic Malfoy smirk.
“Well, well, Draco. What have we here? It seems the Mudblood came to play,” Lucius sneered.
“Granger, are you really that dumb? You honestly thought you could just floo into the manor unnoticed? I thought you were smarter than that.”
“Tell me, pet. Does anyone know you’re here?” Lucius asked.
Hermione kept her mouth shut. She knew that if they knew that no one knew of her whereabouts she would lose any bartering chips.
“Hmm. Don’t want to answer do you? Well, your silence is answer enough. I do believe you ventured on this quest all alone. Didn’t you Ms. Granger? Now, since no one will be coming for you, what shall we do with you? I think I will let Draco decide. After all, you did intrude on his holiday. What do you think, Draco?”
“I have an idea, father.” Draco leaned in to whisper in his father’s ear.
“Very good, Draco. Retrieve the potion. I will move Ms. Granger to a more, shall we say, comfortable location.”
“Yes, Father.”
Hermione watched as Draco retreated back up the stairs and turned her attention to the elder Malfoy. Lucius had opened the door of her cell and was pointing his wand at her. “Mobilcorpus!” he shouted. Hermione could feel herself being lifted and tried to fight as she was carried upstairs. “Now, now Ms. Granger. There is no need for that, but if you don’t stop I will be forced to petrify you.”
Hermione stopped struggling and allowed her body to be carried into what appeared to be a sitting room. The lavish decorations and sparse amount of furniture led her to believe that this room was for meeting with persons the Malfoys didn’t want to allow further into their home. The only furniture in the room was a high-backed armchair, an extravagantly upholstered divan, and a small table.
Lucius led Hermione over to one of the walls. A few whispered words and her bindings, now dark blue and silver silk, were transferred to the wall, leaving her spread eagled across the wall; wrists and ankles bound. Hermione was shocked when her clothing disappeared.
“You sick, disgusting bastards! Give me back my clothes!”
“I don’t think so and in a few moments I think you’ll find yourself quite happy not to have them.”
Draco entered the room carrying a potion vial. “Drink up, Granger.”
Hermione tried to keep her mouth shut to avoid having to drink the potion, but to no avail. The two men were stronger than her and had the potion poured down her throat in a matter of seconds.
As soon as Hermione regained the capability to speak, she screamed, “What the hell was that? What did you make me drink?”
“Just a very strong aphrodisiac,” Draco sneered.
“What? Why?” Hermione screeched.
“It’s very simple, my dear. While you’re here, tied to the wall. We are going to have a little fun of our own. You will get very, shall we say, excited. Then, we are going to release you and have some fun with you. After that, we will return you to your friends. Used, defiled, and dirty and you will know that you enjoyed every minute of it and come crawling back to us for more. We will give you everything you want, in return for information. You, Ms. Granger will become our spy.”
“Never! I will never allow either of you to lay a finger on me! The second you release me I will run.”
“I don’t think so, but we will see, won’t we?”
“That’s right, Granger, right about now that potion should start working.”
“Come here, Draco.” Lucius reached out his hand and pulled Draco to him.
Hermione watched transfixed as Lucius pressed his lips to Draco’s. She watched as the kiss deepened, as tongues battled between the two. She felt her body flush in arousal and reprimanded herself for forgetting about the potion. She turned her attention back to the scene before her. Lucius had begun divesting Draco of his clothing. Standing before her now was a shirtless Draco devouring his father’s neck as Lucius was fumbling with the fastenings of Draco’s trousers.
Hermione soon found it harder and harder to tear her eyes away from the two. Clothing continued to be removed and more and more skin was revealed. Before long both men were completely nude and Hermione was a shaking wreck. She had given up hope of fighting the potion and was moaning along with the writhing mass of Malfoy flesh.
The men, it seemed, had forgotten her presence. They continued tasting and exploring each other. As Draco took Lucius into his mouth, Hermione quivered with lust. Hermione watched as Lucius’ cock disappeared and reappeared into Draco’s mouth. Lost in the haze of lust, she moaned, loudly.
Lucius looked up at her and smirked. “Draco, love. I believe Ms. Granger is ready to play.”
Draco released Lucius and walked over to her. “Are you ready?” He reached up and pinched one of her nipples, delighting in the gasp he received. He reached between her legs and slid a finger between her folds. “I guess so.”
Lucius waved his wand and her binding disappeared. Draco gathered her in his arms and carried her to the divan.
Lucius leaned down and latched his mouth onto her breast as Draco spread her legs and bent to taste her. Hermione writhed under their mouths and begged for more.
“Please. More. I..Need…More.”
“Oh, you will get more. Much more,” Lucius drawled.
Lucius stood and rubbed the head of his cock across her lips, demanding entrance. Hermione obliged and took up where Draco had left off. Within minutes the ministrations of Draco’s tongue became too much and Hermione cried out the first of what would be many orgasms that night.
Slowly, Draco slid up her body and captured her mouth away from Lucius’ hard member. Tasting herself in Draco’s mouth, Hermione moaned. “More,” she gasped.
Draco climbed off of her and lifted her as Lucius wrapped her legs around his waist. Draco grabbed Lucius cock and directed it to her virgin opening. Slowly, the two lowered her onto him. Hermione cried out at the initial breech of her womanhood, but thanks to the potion, was soon moaning and gasping in pleasure. Draco pressed a finger to her rear entrance and elicited a gasp of surprise.
“We’re both going to fuck you,” he whispered in her ear.
“Gods yes!” she sighed.
Draco worked first one, then another finger into her. Once he decided she was ready, he placed the head of his cock to her puckered hole.
“Please, Draco,” she groaned.
Draco slammed into her, revelling in the feeling of Lucius’ cock through the thin wall between them. Together they found a workable rhythm and began thrusting in earnest.
“Oh, gods. Yes,” she cried, over and over as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.
Soon, both men’s movements became erratic and Draco could not take it anymore. He exploded deep inside her arse and collapsed back on the divan, exhausted. Lucius kept going a little longer but soon he too climaxed. He sat back into the armchair, Hermione still in his lap, drained.
“Draco, you can rest for a just a moment then go get the revitalizing potion. I want to go a few more rounds before we send her back.”
“We are still going to send her back then?”
“Of course. But no worries. She will come back.”
“I’m glad you’re sure about that, Father.”
“I am.”
Hermione thought to herself…Actually, I am pretty sure Lucius is right. I could get used to this.