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Black Widow	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 35493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“Kneel.”
“Why?” she growled, staring at the thick black leather collar he held out for her.
She clearly did not want to go along with this, which was why he was pushing it. She needed to learn that tonight, he was in charge. The collar would stand as a symbol of that… and help out later with what he was planning for her. It also gave him a thrill to think of seeing her wear it, at least this once. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as it looked. He’d made sure it was lined with soft velvet but she couldn’t see that.
“Because that is how collars are accepted,” he said patiently.
“Why do I need a collar?”
“You need to know that I am your master now, not to curse. And this collar will remind you of that in a very physical way.”
She snorted. “You are not my master.”
He shrugged. “Fine. Live with the curse. You know the way out, Granger.”
Her eyes went wide when he lifted his wand and opened the door. “Wait!”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Problem?”
“I want to be free of it.”
He nodded. “Then you come here and you kneel and accept this.”
She gave him a curt nod and shuffled forward, slowly lowering herself to her knees. As he bent down to buckle it around her neck, she squeezed her eyes closed. He knew the symbolism in this act. She was actually submitting herself to him as her master. She had a choice. And it was precisely the fact that she did that made her compliant. This wasn’t a trap. It was for her own good. He considered it a small victory. As he clasped the leash on the large D ring in front, he had to hold back a groan. He loved how this looked on her.
“My, my. Are we too late?”
Draco casually glanced over to see Severus, Potter, and the rest of the Knights standing at his bedroom door. He shook his head and motioned for them to come in.
“Just in time, actually. Did you bring it?”
“I did,” Harry answered. “But I’ll just keep it with me for now, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” Draco said.
He kept his eyes locked to Hermione’s now trembling form. Her eyes were so wide he wondered if they’d pop out of their sockets. Clearly she hadn’t taken his question seriously. But she didn’t look like she was about to back out, which did make him feel better. He was already going to strip her bear, literally and figuratively. Hopefully, the humiliation he was going to bestow on her tonight wouldn’t break her completely.
“Where would you like us to be?” Luna asked sweetly.
He had to smile at her. She was the only one with the bollocks to flat out ask what the others were too embarrassed to. Strange, the often loopy Ravenclaw was the boldest of the bunch. He thought she and Hermione would get on well… if Hermione accepted the position. It wasn’t like she had a choice and he had warned her that she’d be paying a price. He just hoped she didn’t blame him for it.
“If you would like to transfigure the chair into a sofa, that would be the best vantage point for now,” he answered, his eyes still on Hermione.
“Done,” Luna said breezily and set about enlarging the chair, turning it into more of a giant pillow than a sofa. It was very Luna but the others didn’t complain. They simply sat and watched.
“Now, where were we?” Draco purred and yanked gently on her leash, relishing Hermione’s startled squeak. “Ah yes, I remember. Tonight, there will be no safe words, no mercy. I am the judge here and if I deem that you can take this, you’ll take it. Understood?”
Tears spilled down Hermione’s cheeks but she nodded just the same. He tugged on the leash again.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered brokenly.
He sighed and stepped closer, leaning over to place his lips on her forehead. “I’m sorry pet but it has to be this way.”
“I know,” she croaked.
“You’ll love it,” he said, not at all believing it but she seemed to.
He gently tugged on her leash, motioning for her to stand up. She did so quickly, not liking the bite of the collar. Or maybe she did like it if the way her eyes fluttered said anything. But she wasn’t willing to try his patience, which he was thankful for. He didn’t know if he had any. She was a ticking time bomb and he had to take her from zero to one hundred in minutes instead of hours.
“Stand up straight, pet,” he ordered, admiring the way her breasts jutted out when she straightened her back.
He was so enthralled with the picture that he decided to make it impossible for her to slouch. After motioning for her to stay, he disappeared into his wardrobe. It took him a few minutes to find them but it was time well spent. This would set her off, guaranteed. He gathered up the bundle of hemp ropes and a few choice toys before stalking back to her. She immediately opened her eyes to protest.
“Hush,” he ordered. “You want to be free, you’ll do this.”
She fell silent and watched him with wary eyes as he started separating the different sized ropes and measuring out lengths. He was going to tie her arms behind her but he wanted to make sure to use the lightest weight rope for it. Not only would it be beautiful, but he needed the heavier rope for what he intended later. Besides, they would bite harder if she struggled, teaching her a quick but valuable lesson about thrashing when being bound.
“Now pet,” he started softly, gathering the smallest rope in his hands. “I want you to place your arms behind your back. Hold them as straight as you can. Pretend you’re being cuffed by a Bobby.”
“You know what Bobbies are?” she asked incredulously.
He chuckled and walked around to her back, straightening her arms for her. “Pet, I know about lots of muggle things. I’ve ridden a lorry, a taxi, and even a motorbike, one not charmed to fly by the likes of Sirius Black. I’ve watched a telly and I’ve even spoken to someone on the phone. Hell, I own a mobile and I am quite partial to football.”
“How?” she breathed.
“Ah, none of your business,” he warned. “But I have changed, Granger. I have changed.”
Before she could pepper him with dozens of questions, he began wrapping her arms with the rope in a diamond shaped pattern. He tied it off at the upper arms. Instead of tying them together, he opted to lace the arms together with another piece of rope. This would afford him the ability to cut her loose quickly should she panic without having to start the tie all over again. Besides, it would make the rope bite harder when she thrashed and he did so want to see the patterns on her skin when the rope came off. He finished the tie by looping several lengths around her wrist and making an intricate knot that was both beautiful and functional just north of where her fingers could reach. That way she couldn’t untie herself.
“Lovely,” he purred. “Show our guests, pet.”
Her cheeks burned as he turned her back to face the Knights. This was one of the reasons that he wanted them all here. She’d grown too comfortable around him. The added potential for humiliation during this scene would hopefully throw her over enough that he could finally wrench that curse away. The other reason was purely for support. He wouldn’t have the strength to destroy the bloodstone after he finished with her. It had taken him a few years, but the Knights had become his family. They’d seen him at his highest highs and his lowest lows. They wouldn’t judge, wouldn’t condemn him, wouldn’t get in the way. But they would support him and that is what he needed most. He was going to pour more of himself into this scene than he ever had before and he was afraid he would lose it. Hopefully they could help him pick up the pieces afterwards.
“They love it,” he whispered into her ear, feeling her tremble from the realization that this was enjoyable to others. “Those ropes look so wonderful. I think we’ll continue.”
He walked over and grabbed the next length he’d laid out, just a bit larger than what he’d used on her arms. Her legs were more powerful and he was about to take them to their limit. She was more flexible than all but one of his previous subs, and not everyone could be a contortionist anyway. He wanted to see her stretched as far as she could go and this was the way to do it.
“You’ve got some lovely legs, pet,” he said thoughtfully. “We should show the others just how beautiful they can be.”
She was trembling so hard now that he wondered if she could remain upright, but it was just as well. Once he finished the initial tie, she wouldn’t be able to stand anyway. He frowned in consideration and flicked his wand, making the bed fold up and disappear into the wall. There. Now everyone would have a good view and he wouldn’t be tripping over the furniture when they were ready for the breaking.
“No bed?” she squeaked.
He chuckled. “We haven’t been near a bed in a few days. Chickening out on me?”
“N-n-no, Sir.”
He smiled and caressed her cheek. “Such a good girl.”
She blushed under his praise and he couldn’t help but swoop in for a kiss. She met his enthusiasm, trying to prove that she was in this all the way. He was convinced, too. She was a true lioness, willing to fight and sacrifice for her pride. She would be a good Knight and he agreed with Kingsley that she would be an excellent addition. He just hoped she saw it that way too.
He knelt at her feet, lightly slapping her thighs so she would move her feet further apart. She squeaked at first but did as she was told. He copied the same pattern on her legs, admiring the way the diamonds decorated her flesh. This tie was more difficult than her arms in that he started from one ankle to her waist and then back down her other leg, carefully avoiding brushing up against her heated center. He could smell her arousal with every twist of the ropes but there was much more preparation that had to be done before he could taste her.
“Now,” he breathed, purposefully blowing air between her legs. “Kneel.”
“Y-you tied my legs and arms.”
He nodded and stood, using his towering frame to further intimidate her. “I did. But you will find that you can still kneel.”
“I… can you help me… Sir?”
“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing her softly as a reward.
She’d learned something without him having to instruct her. If she wanted something, she needed to ask for it politely. Gods she would be an unbelievable sub. He wanted nothing more than to summon the bed and fuck her silly, but that would be pointless when the curse was still upon her. So he held back and supported her torso as she knelt the way he instructed, sitting on her heels, legs spread apart for balance.
He decided to use the same technique he did on her arms, lacing her thigh to her calf so she couldn’t move it. He knew from experience that this was a very demanding tie and he wanted to be able to let her break it easily. However, he laced both the inside and the outside together so she would have some stability. Her breathing was dangerously fast and he knew he’d done the right thing.
“Breathe slowly,” he ordered.
“Trapped,” she whispered.
“Hey,” he said, kneeling in front of her and lifting her chin so she would look into his eyes. “You can trust me, pet. Have I ever done anything to you that hasn’t helped in some way.”
“No sir,” she muttered.
“Then relax and enjoy.”
She snorted and he decided to let it go in favor of truly terrifying her. He stood and picked up the selection of toys he’d retrieved from the wardrobe before kneeling in front of her again, just out of reach. He summoned a towel from the bathroom and laid it down on the floor before displaying his treasures. He always cleaned every toy thoroughly after use but he wanted to give her a little comfort so he made a show of spelling each one clean before sterilizing them. It was overkill but he didn’t miss the little sigh of relief she gave as she watched.
“Do you know what these are?” he asked, fingering the one he was debating on using first.
He’d warred with himself all week as to whether he would actually do it or not, but it seemed that she might need the push. She was much too composed. Ever the Gryffindor. Gods he loved her.
“N-nipple clamps and a vibrator,” she answered shakily, wincing when he raised an eyebrow. “Sir!”
“Nice save,” he said, smirking at her discomfort. “And what do you think this contraption is?”
As he held it up, he marveled at the changes in her face. It was simple enough, a small g-spot vibe. It could be charmed to move on its own accord, which he was going to take full advantage of. He would have his hands full with other things but he wanted to ease her into the next act. Her defeated look when she shook her head no almost broke his heart. She was so disappointed that she didn’t know everything. But that was a huge stroke of his ego that he did and he was going to relish educating her.
“Well pet,” he said, savoring this moment. “This is a woman’s best friend. Would you care to see what it does?”
He waited until she finally nodded her head before reaching between her thighs and gently brushing up against her mons. She was soaked. Good. He carefully inserted the little vibe, charming it so it would instinctively find the correct place that would drive her wild. She moaned loudly when it was fully inside, shifting a little to get used to it. It was no larger than a finger but it certainly did the trick, or so he’d been told.
“Do you like it?”
“Oh, oh yes,” she whimpered, whirling her hips a bit as the toy started rubbing gentle circles on the spongy flesh inside. Her eyes fell shut in ecstasy as he set it to a gentle vibration.
“Pay attention or you’ll be punished,” he snapped, nodding when her eyes popped open. “Good girl. Next question, do you know what this is?”
She frowned at the small unmarked jar. It was non-descript but bright violet, garish for such a useful item. Realization dawned on her and she started shaking her head. “I don’t need lube.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said harshly, wincing inwardly as she cringed. “Now,” he said, smoothing out his tone. “Can you tell me what this last item is?”
She studied the little black contraption like one would study a bug. It confirmed his suspicions that there was at least one part of her that remained untouched. And he wanted to touch it. Badly. It was more than his desire to have her in every way though. He knew this would take her to the absolute edge, further than she would ever imagine someone would push her. That would be the point where he would need her if he wanted to take the curse away. She might hate him later but he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“I’ll take your silence as a no,” he said after several minutes. She was starting to get a glazed look in her eyes anyway. Time to up the ante. “This wonderful little device is a plug, specifically for the arse.”
Her eyes shot open, no more pleasure haze to be found. “NO!”
His face hardened. “Excuse me?”
She cringed a little but shook her head just the same. “No, please. Please don’t, Sir!”
“Why not?”
He wasn’t a monster. He would consider her plea and if she had a valid excuse, he’d try something else. But he wasn’t expecting one. She would scramble for something totally preventable, like pain or fear.
“Why not?” she squeaked and he nodded. “Why? Because that’s mine! It’s all I have left! He took everything from me, my choices, my mind, my life. And you’ve taken just about everything else trying to free me from him, including my dignity. Can’t I have just one piece of myself?”
He sighed. She did have a valid point. But he had one too and he wasn’t going to simply drop it. “For one, you lost your dignity far before I found you. You were the office joke.” Tears started pooling in her eyes but he pushed on. “Admit it, Granger. Even Weasley pegged you as a money grubbing status whore.”
The tears cascaded down her cheeks but he refused to wipe them away. She needed to be reminded of what she was. Humiliation was never his forte, too many reminders of hurting others in his youth. But desperate times called for desperate measures. He was going to leave no stone unturned.
“It’s not my fault,” she whimpered.
“I never said it was,” he said, softening his tone. “But you have accused me of taking your dignity when I did nothing of the sort. And since we’ve been together during this course, I have never once sought out to degrade you. In fact, if you remember, I did try to build you up. Yet you refuse to learn my lessons. You are strong and intelligent and beautiful, not weak or ugly or cheap any of those things your old master would have you believe. So ask yourself this, Granger. How much would you sacrifice to be your old self again?”
“I can’t be my old self again,” she said bitterly.
“Nonsense,” he snapped. “I see more of your fire come back every day. You are the same annoying know-it-all chit I knew in Hogwarts, eager to prove herself. So I ask again, what would you sacrifice to be yourself?”
“Why that?” she said softly. “Why do I have to sacrifice that?”
“Do you have something else you could give?”
She bit her lip in thought. There wasn’t much her attacker hadn’t taken from her but she managed to outsmart him again. “My mouth.”
“Beg pardon?”
“I could… I could suck you off.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “And I would enjoy it very much. But would you?”
“I… I don’t know. I could.”
He tilted his head in thought. “It’s an interesting concept, but no. You couldn’t reach the height I need you to go.”
“And you could do that with the… the plug?”
He hummed and had a wicked thought. “I could request both.”
“What?”
He smirked. “I didn’t stutter. I could plug you and then request that you suck my cock. And then, when I’m good and ready, I could give your arse the good reaming it deserves. You might have an out of body experience.”
“Doubtful,” she said, but she couldn’t suppress a shiver at the thought.
Shit, Severus was right. She did love this. Well, when it was mostly consensual and she trusted her partner. He doubted she liked one second of her torture at the hands of the madman running the Faction. He was so ready to go after the bastard that had broken his beautiful Venus. But he had to completely break her before he could fix her so he focused on her again.
“Care to put your money where your mouth is?”
She gasped, eyes widening as he unscrewed the jar. “It’ll hurt.”
“I’ll go slow,” he said, shuffling behind her. “Mild discomfort at the most.”
“I’m scared.”
He dropped a kiss on her shoulder and massaged her arms through the bindings to make sure the blood was flowing properly. They weren’t tight but they were in an awkward position that might limit circulation and he didn’t want to injure her.
“There is no need to be scared. I don’t want to hurt you, pet. Well, not like that. I do enjoy doling out a little pain with my pleasure but pain for the sake of pain isn’t my style. You don’t need to be hurt. You need to be pushed. Those are two very different things.”
As he spoke and massaged, she relaxed into his arms. It was another small victory but he’d count it. He continued to drop small kissed up and down her shoulders as he gathered her hair up and secured it in a knot on top of her head with magic. For this position, she would need to have her face on the floor and he didn’t want her to suffocate under the bushy mess. When he was finished, he gently pushed her so she would lay forward, cheek resting on the floor.
“Now, I want you to relax.”
She let out a hysterical laugh. “Easy for you to say.”
He smirked. “For that little infraction, you will turn your head so you can see our guests.”
“What?”
“You forgot they were here?”
“N-no.”
He chuckled. “You did. But now you are going to get a visual reminder. Turn your head, pet.”
She did so hesitantly but she didn’t close her eyes, which he was glad for. It saved him from giving her that order. He rewarded her by dropping a kiss on her arms. From his vantage point, he could see her pink puckered hole and the end of the vibrator. He gave it a firm tap, making her groan. The movements sped up, causing her to moan softly and start wiggling. He had to suppress a groan as he watched the vibrator shift inside her.
“Little cold at first,” he warned her.
He dipped his fingers in the lube and rubbed it around his fingers to take a lot of the chill out of it before massaging her sphincter with it. She cried out in shock and probably a bit of discomfort as he started working the lube into her tight hole a bit at a time. When he’d packed a good amount inside, he carefully stuck his pinky in. She immediately tensed up and held her breath.
“You have to relax or this is going to hurt.”
“Can’t,” she growled.
“Can’t or won’t?”
Slowly but surely, she managed to relax her muscles enough to where he could move more freely. It was a delicate procedure, stretching her enough that the plug wouldn’t hurt but not so wide that it would slip freely. He wasn’t worried about that happening with how tense she was, but he was always diligent in his play. When she was ready, he switched to his index finger, smiling when she started panting out of pleasure instead of pain. Granted, it probably stung a bit but she was losing herself. After a few minutes, he added a second finger, wincing when she squeaked in pain. But minutes later, she was writing underneath him.
“Time for the plug,” he announced, summoning the black toy.
It was the mildest one he had, very soft and pliant, perfect for beginners. He almost laughed when she moaned in protest because he pulled his fingers out. He knew she’d love it. Then he slowly slid the plug in, loving the way she practically backed into it. Just to make sure she didn’t work it out when she was working him, he cast a sticking charm. It would slide freely inside but not out of her body. Then he cleaned his fingers and shuffled back around to face her.
“Rise,” he ordered, waiting patiently for her to process the order.
When she finally lifted her head to meet him, he smiled at her lidded eyes. She was definitely enjoying it. He glanced over to the audience, noticing most of them had their hands inside their robes. All except Kingsley of course. The man was made of steel… and might possibly be asexual but he hadn’t the care to ask. His business was his business.
“Look how happy you’ve made them,” Draco cooed, motioning for her to look over at the Knights. “They’ll probably come before you do.”
“Why?” she whispered, pouting at the thought of not coming.
He smirked. “All in good time. Now, are you going to let me have your mouth or do you think you just can’t.”
That did it. Fire filled her eyes at the slight. She shuffled forward, moaning and whimpering as the plug and the vibrator moved inside her. Together, they were probably making the sensations almost unbearable, which is what he was hoping for. Before she leaned forward again, he stopped her with a hand.
“Let’s up the ante, shall we?”
He held up the nipple clamps and she started trembling again. She had liked them last time. These were different than the others. They had little points on them to give a little extra bite. She leaned back as far as she could, crying out in ecstasy as the toys shifted. She hadn’t gone over, but she was damned close so he stopped the vibrator.
“Naughty,” he scolded. “I didn’t say you could come.”
“Please?” she rasped. “Oh please let me come. I’m so close.”
“Not. Yet.”
He reached out to play with her nipples, pulling and plucking them to make them stand erect. Then he clamped them. They were looser than the last set because he didn’t want to damage the perfect pink peaks but she screamed in pain and pleasure just the same.
“Now,” he said, yanking on the leash still attached to her collar so she would sit back up. “Suck me.”
She came forward with a squeak as he tugged again, barely catching herself with her abdominal muscles as she fell forward. She was inches away from his stiff cock, her hot breath brushing over it. He groaned in pleasure, not bothering to curb his responses. She needed to know that he liked what she was doing, appreciated it, loved it even. If Severus was right, and she did love to please just a little too much, she would enjoy hearing his responses. And she did, shivering in response.
His vision went white when she lowered his mouth on him. He couldn’t control the stream of curses and dirty words falling from his lips as she cautiously tasted him, licking and sucking, nipping with her lips instead of teeth. Then she engulfed him, taking him in about a quarter of the way before suckling on the tip. He let out a feral snarl when she ran her tongue around the flange of his head before licking the slit. His hands scrambled for purchase on the wooden floor. She was a natural. And she was shaking much more than she should be. He pulled his head out of the clouds to see that she was very close. So he buried his hands in her hair and yanked her head back a bit. She cried out around the head of his cock, making him almost lose it as he watched her come undone.
No. Fucking. Way. She’d gotten off by sucking him off. And pulling her hair was what finished her. She was writhing beautifully, dangerously close to his weeping cock. If she touched him, he’d explode. He scooted backwards and helped her lower her cheek to the floor. She didn’t realize she was facing their audience, who was now in various throws of passion. Luna had taken to riding Neville while facing them. Potter and Severus contented themselves with wanking each other. Kingsley stoically watched on, which made him want to laugh for some reason. And it served to help him control himself.
Hermione slumped on the floor, her hips still wiggling from aftershocks. He shook his head and shuffled behind her. “Don’t quit on me now, Granger. We still have a long way to go.”
He massaged her arse before gently lifting the charm and pulling the plug out. She panted softly and he admired the way her hole fluttered from the absence of the intrusion. It hadn’t been in long and she was already ready. He slid his finger in her already slick hole and began massaging again, quickly adding two fingers and then three which made her cry out in discomfort before settling in. It wouldn’t be enough but she was almost too far gone. So he slicked his cock and slowly breached the place no other man had touched. It was a heady thing, being the first experience. But he wasn’t going to lose himself. He couldn’t do that to her. He couldn’t enjoy this so much, though he was despite himself.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, slowly thrusting back and forth, earning his way inside inch by inch.
“Too big,” she panted. “Too big!”
“Shhh, relax,” he ordered through gritted teeth. “Just relax and it’ll get so much fucking better. Trust me and just relax.”
It took her a minute but she finally did, allowing him to slip in the final inch. He leaned over her and panted, peppering her shoulders with kisses and massaging her arms to keep the blood flowing. She was probably at her limit now. He was not small by any stretch of the imagination and he was all the way inside her, inside someplace that no one had ever been. He bit back a howl of triumph and kept his attention on her. When she finally quick shifting in pain, he pulled back and then slowly slid back in.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered.
“Exactly,” he hissed, sliding out again. “Now we make you leave your body.”
He reached down and tapped the vibrator, making it move faster and vibrate. She arched her back, causing him to slide in deeper and groan. Fuck this was amazing. He summoned the last toy he’d brought out, the vibe that would hover around her clit, which had to be sorely neglected by now, and spelled it in place. She screamed in pleasure, spasming hard as her second orgasm hit her. He didn’t let up, hitting her harder and faster, reaching down to work the vibe and tweak her clit in between thrusts. But it was when he swatted her arse for trying to untie the ropes that she went over, almost bursting his eardrums. He was too far gone to care, spilling himself inside, her name on his lips.
When he could move again, he slipped out and carefully cleaned her up, checking for tears. There were none, much to his relief, so he tiredly shuffled back around her and grabbed the last ropes he’d brought out. These were thick, heavy enough to support her weight. He didn’t let her come back down before he began wrapping her torso with them, framing her abs before binding her breasts and then running a support braid down her back and under her arms so he wouldn’t put any pressure on them. He strung the last few strands through the ropes on the top of her thighs and secured them. She was just coming back around when he spelled the ropes to the ceiling and had them lift her up. She screamed and tried to flail, though it was unfruitful because her legs and arms were still bound.
“Hush,” he ordered, gingerly standing and admiring his handy work.
He really did love that collar. Not only did it have a D ring in the front, it had two smaller ones in the back so he could run ropes from it. He would never put her weight on her neck, but this would help hold it up for her. The ropes held her suspended at an angle, 45 degrees, perfect for fucking. But she was too lucid still, so he reached up and grabbed her tightly bound breasts, squeezing and making her cry out. But it wasn’t enough. He’d have to deal the final blow before he entered her mind.
“Poor Weasley,” he said as casually as he could, the words like acid on his tongue. “Bloke should have stuck around for this. He might enjoy you like this, so wanton, so slutty.” She raised her head, hurt flashing in her eyes. “Yes, you are a little whore aren’t you?”
“No,” she whimpered.
“Yes you are,” he said matter-of-factly. “You’re gagging for it still. I plugged your arse. I made you suck my cock. I reamed your arse and beat it and you still want more. You just can’t help yourself. You are a cock slut.”
“No!”
He hummed. “But you are my cock slut.”
“What?” she whispered.
He nodded. “You don’t belong to your master anymore, do you?”
“No!” she said with more fire than he thought she could muster.
“No you don’t,” he purred, reaching up to take the vibrator out of her. “And after tonight, you never will belong to him again, will you?”
“NO!”
“Such a good girl. But right now, I want you to concentrate on Weasley.” He began fingering her slowly, marveling at how wet she was. “I want you to imagine it’s him fucking you, him reaming your tight hole, him binding you and suspending you from the ceiling for his own sick twisted pleasure. How does it make you feel?”
“No,” she whimpered. “I don’t want him. I thought I might once but he left me. He left us and I’ve never hurt so badly. I… I needed him and he left. Everyone left.”
“Hold onto that thought,” he ordered, summoning the one potion he wished he’d never have to drink again.
“It hurts!”
“I know,” he said gravely before massaging a bit into the walls of her vagina. Then he reached up and dropped two drops on her tongue, forcing them down with a spell.
“It hurts!”
“Hold the thought,” he ordered. “Don’t let it leave. You need it.”
“But the curse… it’s moving. It’s starting to burn!”
“Let it,” he ordered, massaging a few drops of the potion into his cock before dropping another two in his mouth. It still tasted terrible as it slid down his throat. He could already feel the burning in the pit of his stomach.
“It’s taking over!”
“Fight it,” he ordered. “Push the feelings together… just like the first time. Concentrate on them and the sensations I’m giving you. Don’t you dare leave me, Hermione.”
“I won’t,” she blubbered, her face soaked with tears of pain.
He entered her roughly, making sure to bottom out on the first stroke and cause an ache she could concentrate on. She cried out but he could feel her hanging on to it. He hit her hard and fast, rougher than he’d ever taken her before. He was practically tearing her in half. If she didn’t bleed after this, he was going to be surprised. He gave her another brutal thrust, his hands digging into her arse so hard there would be bruises later. She screamed at the top of her lungs. It was time.
“NOW!” he bellowed, hoping the Knights would get the point.
And they did, every last one of them smelling of sex, even Kingsley. When that happened he didn’t know, nor did he care. He cared about the darkness spreading into her body. Before it could go further, he entered her mind, careful to keep up his pace. The curse was ugly, writhing around, fighting with the potion. It was strong, but she was fighting it so beautifully. The image of a sneering Weasley had unleashed it and it was angry at realizing that it had lost its footing. He forced it out of her mind and down, down to where the potion was.
“Chant!” he cried, trying to remain inside her head to keep the curse out of it.
He had to protect her mind. It would be too fragile to resist another break in attempt. He built a block and stood behind it, separating that small piece of himself from his will, which was helping push the curse down, down to where it began, down to where she had her innocence heartlessly ripped from her. It met with blinding light and he cried the spell to end the curse over and over. The chants from the Knights blended in with his. They were destroying the stone at the same time so there would be no chance of reinfection. Just when black dots started appearing behind his eyes, he felt her pleasure burst and followed her into it.
The light from the stone exploding and the curse breaking was so bright no one could have possibly seen anything. But he could feel it as he collapsed against her. He couldn’t stop there though. Not with her like this, totally wrecked and unable to move. The others read his mind and helped him detach her from the ceiling and summon the bed again. He was thankful that they didn’t try to untie her. That was his job. But he couldn’t stand and he was glad the bed was there.
She was barely conscious as he removed the nipple clamps and then the ropes, massaging her aching limbs. She had bright red rope burns all over her body and he found them to be the most beautiful sight in the world. He’d give her some healing balm later but he couldn’t bring himself to take them away yet. Their time was over. He could feel it, the lightness in the room and in her. She hadn’t felt like that since they were school children just starting Hogwarts. His time was done.
She fell asleep under his ministrations, which was just as well. She’d be fighting mad when she woke up and found out how sore she would be. He carefully tucked her in and summoned his robe, motioning for the others to help him leave. He couldn’t do it under his own power.
It wasn’t until he’d showered with the help of Totty and retired to the den that he flew apart. Kingsley was stationed outside her door to tell her the price of her freedom. Luna and Neville had gone home to work off the tension he’d built between them. But Potter and Severus stayed, knowing he’d need them though he didn’t want them there.
“You did well, Draco,” Severus said softly as held the man in his lap, curled into a ball with tears cascading down his face.
“You saved her,” Harry said, stroking his hair. “You did it. You finally did it.”
And he did. He did. Maybe… maybe he could save others from this as well. But it was hardly comforting now. His once chance at Hermione was over. Life seemed just a bit more dim now.

AN: TRICK OR TREAT!!! I decided on a treat tonight. Enjoy. Poor Draco. Poor Hermione. Poor Master. Wait. No. Bad Master. We've still got to find him, don't we? As always, thanks to everyone who reviews. Remember, every review keeps me from eating a pound of candy so help my diet out and hit that button! ;) Until next time... love you guys!
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