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Warriors of the Wasteland	By : Sherlocked1971 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: J.K. rowling owns characters and anything you recognise of the Harry Potter Kingdom. I write for my own pleasure, I make no money writing my stories about said world.

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Not sure if it is allowed but I have some Lyrics by Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Welcome to the Pleasuredome, to go with the story:

The world is my oyster....

Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Animals are winding me up

The jungle call, the jungle call

In Xanadu did Kublai Khan pleasuredome erect

Moving on keep moving on-yeah

Moving at one million miles an hour

Using my power, I sell it by the hour

I have it so I market it, you really can't afford it-yeah

Really can't afford it
Shooting stars never stop even when they reach the top

Shooting stars never stop even when they reach the top

There goes a supernova what a pushover-yeah

There goes a supernova what a pushover

We're a long way from home
Welcome to the pleasuredome

On our way home

Going home where lovers roam

Long way from home

Welcome to the pleasuredome
Wellcome to the Pleasuredome by Frankie goes to Hollywood.

I have a page on tumblr with two music video's by the same band.
As I finished this very disturbing little chapter, two songs by Frankie Goes to Hollywood sprang to mind, Welcome to the Pleasuredome and Warriors of the Wasteland.
This is not betaed so I hope there are not too many mistakes.
So be warned reading my first official Dramione.

Warriors of the Wasteland.
She didn't want this, not really, shivers running down her spine as she stood there waiting. Her thin cotton sleeping gown showing her cleavage, the cool air making her nipples stand taut, protruding the thin fabric, she hated it, it made her look eager, she didn't want to look eager, she wasn't eager. She tried to look sternly ahead, trying not to notice the girls standing on either side of her, dressed in the same manner as she. The cotton dress coming up to her knees, the straps on top of her night gown unlaced, hanging down her breasts. She so wanted to lace up, covering her flesh, so she went unnoticed, but she didn't, 'they' would see. 'They' always did.
She felt nervous, very much so, she didn't know how long she had been standing there, her legs were hurting, it was cold, her lips turned blue, how much longer? Oh gods she felt faint, 'they' kept them waiting, never sure when it was time to be taken. Literally taken. Not sure by how many, she and the others their reward, when 'they' returned from battle. More often than not covered in smear and blood. Blood spilled by her side, she felt repulsed by it. She had been waiting like this numerous times, hoping it would be him who would come for her, the blond, ruggedly handsome, she shouldn't feel like this, she really shouldn't, she couldn't help herself, she hated feeling like this. The anticipation, the longing for his fingers on her flesh, making her feel warmed. She was a deviant, surely...
A soft thud next to her. A girl had fallen to the floor, succumbing to the cold and fatigue, she wouldn't be the first or the last to fall, it had been ages. They had been stood there for hours. Hermione didn't know, now way to tell time, it was what the master wanted. The girls had to endure this, it would be a fraction of what the warriors had to.
A low rumble sounded outside the cavern, the pack returning from their endeavours, Hermione felt her heart flutter, the men would stump into the waiting area any time now, a girl dropping down meant one of them had to take two of them, she sincerely hoped it wasn't her, she prayed it would be the blond who would take her. Only his hands on her flesh would make her feel not so tainted.
Her heart sped up as the chained gate rolled upwards, letting the warriors in. Hermione's legs started to tremble under her, 'oh, gods', the first men spilling into the area, blood covered, hairs windswept, covered in steel armour, she recognised hers immediately, hoping against all hopes he would saunter over to her. 'Please gods, please' let him come to her, 'please not the others' she prayed silently.
As in slow motion he came up to her, pulling his helmet from his head, revealing a blood splattered pale rugged face, his hair sticking up, sweat plastering hair to his fore head, chucking down his helmet and shield, pocketing his Hawthorne wand. He waited a few steps in front of the trembling auburn haired witch, her unruly hair pleated into a neat single pleat resting above her right breast. She looked stunning, he had envisioned her like this when he was on his raid, every night before he fell asleep this was what was on his retina, his sweet maiden. She didn't know he had struck a deal with his peers, making him the only one who would touch her, she didn't know that. He had left it like this, keeping her in the dark, thinking any of the others would claim her, made her more receptive to his touch. He knew she now ached for his touch, her eyes had shot sideways, making sure none of the other males would approach her, he would always hesitate before he came up to her, upping her agony for him, it added just a little bit more to his game.
The women waiting for the victors had been his idea, the girls had been conquered when they had been bathing in a stream months ago, they wouldn't give out the location of their camp site, they had raped them over and over again, before handing them over to the Dark Lord, the girls had looked like Nymphs splaying about in the water, the sun had illuminated the water-drops as they splattered around the nude girls. They had been oblivious to the males lurking in the nearby shrubbery, they had been drooling over the girls, watching their naked tits and pubes as the water sprayed around them, they had giggled, washing each other. How could the Order have been so stupid, permitting their females to be so careless. The wards that had been cast around them had been a joke. Draco had them easily removed as he encountered the light blue ripple in the field.
Stupid, stupid bints. As soon as he saw the prize in the water, he knew he and his pack would take them, literally and figuratively. Casting contraceptives as they would enjoy toying with them, impregnating them would be bad, The Dark Lord would be angered if they went ahead and filled their fertile wombs with their seed. But no harm would come from a bit of fun. Surely!
Fun as he claimed, went on for several days, they had taken them back to the castle, to this cavernous system, the females had screamed on the tops of their lungs as his pack had fucked them into oblivion, blood was shed as several of them had been virgins, it had felt good, he had popped Grangers cherry, he had his friends fuck her until she couldn't scream anymore, all he holes worn our as she had been rutted beyond repair, her soul had suffered more than her body, he himself had been gentle feigning he couldn't stop the others from being rough with her. He had done the same for his mates. Blaise had claimed Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott had claimed, Cho Chang, Crabbe and Goyle had got hold of Lill' Loony, or known as Luna Lovegood, and yes good she was.
But now in front of him his fair maiden Granger, she trembled looking at him, a sob escaped her lips, he had trained her well, her body and soul receptive to him and only him. His gaze trailed downwards to her pert taut nipples, the swell of her breasts, showing through the thin fabric she shivered from the cold, her lips showing a slight blueish tint. Her arms hanging down beside her hips, her fists clenched together. Her stocky legs and knees, smeared with dirt, her feet bare, just as he liked her. He knew she wanted him in her tight embrace, he wouldn't give in to it, not now, maybe later in his room, he lifted his hand, touching her cheek with his thumb, caressing her jaw with his thumb, he watched her close her eyes, she marvelled at his touch.
His other hand softly touched her fabric clad nipple, stroking it, he heard Hermione moan, the little cunt trembled harder as he smelled her arrousal, she wanted him. He knew she did, how fucked up was this she a Prisoner Of War, he her capturer, she wanted him to fuck her, filling her with his semen, impregnating her, putting a stop to all this nonsense, but he wouldn't, he couldn't allow her to become pregnant with his child, bringing a child into this gods-forsaken fucked up world, he couldn't. He rubbed her tit with more vigour, Hermione's jaw slacking as she ached for his touch, pulling up her skirt, showing him her hairy cunt, blood plastered on the insides of her thighs, good, she hadn't washed after their last encounter, he'd been rough spilling her blood. Reminding him he could do as he pleased.
Draco clawed at her dress, ripping the fabric from her form, leaving her in the nude, his calloused hands touching her bare skin, turning her around her face pressed against the caverns wall, kicking her feet apart, bending her over, exposing her tight rosette, his hand on her mons flicking his thumb over her blood smeared clit, rubbing it slowly, bringing her close to orgasm, discarding his leg armour, pulling the strings from his trousers, his dick had been straining against the fabric hungry to be stuffed into her tight channel. "Come on baby, spread those legs, let your man have his rightful place!" He hissed in her ear.
Hermione shuddered as the fowl breath penetrated her nose, she knew they had drunk fire whisky making their way up to the castle. She felt his hands on her hips as he arched her back, providing him the best angle to fuck her arse. She nearly sobbed as she was reminded of the preventative charm preventing her to be impregnated. Her way out been blocked. Her damn body not cooperating, she wanted to cry but wouldn't, he hated it. She felt his hardened knob ghosting over he bloodied folds, lubricating himself, her sensitive nipples hardened even more as she pictured him pushing through into her pussy, she so wanted his dick inside her cunt, shooting its semen in her folds, impregnating her, she would feel glorious, but it wasn't too be not today....
Draco watched the frail girl in front of him, he felt her slick heat against his hardened rod, lubricating essential, ramming into her arse would be painful, she wouldn't flinch, he taught her not to, he hated crying women. It softened his dick.
"Please...." She whimpered against her arm, the one she rested her head on, bracing herself for his vicious attack of her back entrance. She felt his finger probing her tight muscle, it had been a few weeks since he invaded her that way, leaving her time to heal and tighten up again. Her sensitive flesh winced back, 'Merlin above' she wanted to squirm her legs together, his finger in her arse made her feel hot and bothered. She opened her eyes and glanced sideways she heard Ginny moan as she was fucked by her warrior, Blaise, he'd pushed her down to a large boulder, kicking her legs sideways and was fucking her hard an deeply, he grunted as he pounded the dainty red hard and fast. Ginny screamed out with pleasure as she liked it rough, or rather he made her like it, crave it, begging for it. The lucky bitch she was the next one, to be impregnated, Blaise had relayed it to her, the Lord had requested he do so. Ginny Weasley was to become Blaise Zabini's breeding machine, her goal in life was to produce babies every ten months from now on, keeping her warm and snug up his room until her body stopped producing pure blooded babies.
Hermione resented the red cunt, she could cry with anger.
Draco glanced over to his wing man, he was ready to start producing heirs as requested by his Dark Lordness. Draco smirked, the dark Italian wanted lots of heirs, fucking his seventeen year old would set things nicely off.
Draco held his woman in the right angle and speared her with his fleshy rod, he showed no mercy, he would prove to her how much he had missed her warmth, when he was done with her he would have her lick his dick, he looked forward to it.
The cavern was filled with flesh slapping against flesh, sweat and other scents filled the large chamber.
Hermione thought happy thoughts as Draco showed her his love.
"That's it my little whore!" He said venomously as he emptied his dick in her back side. Hermione sighed. Draco rurned her around, staring at the wall next to her heas, he didn't want to make eye contact, he couldn't stare into those pleading eyes, her feistiness left them a while ago. Draco started ro knead her breasts, they had lost some of their bouncyness, he knew it was due to lack of nutrition. Her breasts had been firmer before, he started to suck her neck, feeling the warmth emitting below her ear lobe, her body felt cold to the touch down below, her lips a bit blue.

Her arms hanging beside her body, not touching him, he hated that, she knew that. His cock pressed against her belly, it was hard again, he hoisted her up, impaling her wet cunt, somehow he managed to elicit those reactions from her.
"Unph!" Hermione groaned, she was impaled to the hilt, her back scraping against the caver wall, her skin tore, she was too numb to feel it. She felt Draco thrust in and out, she clung to his shoulders. Hearing him grunt and call her multiple nasty swear words, brought tears to her eyes. Her Blond-God like warroir, humping her, blood from his face and iron best transferring to her breasts, it was still fresh, she observed, it didn't appall her as it used to.
Draco felt his balls tighten, spurting his cum into her fertile womb, maybe succeeding in impregnating her, he wasn't sure. He felt no love, no affection for her, he would discard her on the floor. Walking away what he needed. He would leave her here for the mercy of his troop, retrieving her when it was done, telling her he had to indulge his men. None of them would be able to knock her up. He would nurse her back to health as he always did.
He was successful in what he wanted to achieve, impregnating her, he wouldn't let her know, she was next, bending to the floor, retrieving his armour.
He heard her scream his name as Crabbe and Goyle made their way over her, Crabbe clawing at her tits with his pudgy hands.
Yes a little filthy mudblood whore, taking it like the cumslut she was.
He kept telling himself that it was her fate, trying but miserably failing at blocking her sobs and wails even when he entered his chambers he could hear her in his head.
"D-R-A-C-O!!!!!"

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