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Trussed	By : ES_Hurr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13623 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, JK Rowling does! I make no money from this fanfiction.

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“So what happens now?” Hermione asked, still trembling from the aftershocks of the crucio. Her jewelry, while not currently restraining her, felt heavy. She refused to sit, a small act of defiance.

“Now you need to play Death Eater whore and be grateful you're not being torn apart by a sadistic werewolf right now.” Draco snapped, and collapsed on the couch.

“What will it take to get me killed?” She asked firmly.

He barked a laugh. “Nothing that won't get me killed, or my mother before me.” He rubbed his forehead and she clenched her jaw.

“So I have to be your willing sex toy until Voldemort tires of it and throws me to your father anyway?”

“Maybe your precious Order will have won the war by then.” He replied bitterly, crossing to the bar to pour himself a drink. “Their vigor is likely renewed now.”

“I told Harry not to come after me.” She said stubbornly, and he sighed, pouring a second drink.

“It's ironic that I know Potter better than you do.” He brought her a glass and she glared at him, imagining smashing it over his perfect head. “You honestly think he’ll listen?”

She swiped the glass from his hand with a scowl, and didn't reply. Her silence told him that she agreed, however grudgingly. She just hoped that Harry was being smart about it, and finding out the spy at the same time.

Hermione downed the burning liquid in one fell swoop and coughed. “Is that… muggle whiskey?” She’d been expecting firewhiskey.

“Scotch.” Draco simply replied, returning to his spot on the couch. “Sit, will you? You're going to exhaust yourself.”

“Not like it matters.” She muttered, but she was unsteady on her feet. She didn't want to sit next to him, so she leaned back against the bed. “How did you keep me from feeling the pain of your crucio?”

“A charm my Godfather invented.” He swirled the liquor in his glass, and she remembered the wordless spell he had cast before they left for their ‘meeting’. “It only lasts for one, though of course you figured that out.”

“Still a useful spell.” She paused, staring down into her empty glass. “Thank you.” She blinked back tears.

“Don't, Granger.” He snapped, though he just sounded tired. “I have done nothing worth thanks.”

She wanted to argue, but what was the point? This broken shell of a man was nothing saveable. Her stomach growled, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten.

Draco snapped his fingers and a tiny house elf popped right in front of her, holding a tray of fresh fruit and cheese.

She couldn’t even muster the energy to be angry about the elf. At least she looked well kept.

“Thank you.” Hermione said quietly, and took the tray. The little elf turned and bowed to Draco, then disappeared with a tiny crack.

The bushy haired witch ate slowly, savouring the taste of tangy melon on her tongue, a stark contrast to the Scotch that still lingered there.

Her stomach protested after only a quarter of the tray was empty, having shrunk in its hunger over the past day.

Draco felt a ripple in his wards and dove for the bed, smacking the tray to the floor. Hermione shrieked in surprise as he shoved her down against the bed by her throat.

The door slammed open and Lucius Malfoy strode in.

Draco leaned up, still holding his victim’s throat as he did so. She clawed at his arm, and he tightened his grip to try to subdue her.

“What is it, father?” He drawled almost lazily.

“I see you're enjoying your new toy.” The older man stared down his nose at the distraught girl.

“Yes.” Came the simple reply, and the unspoken prompt.

“Don't fuck this up for us, Draco.” Lucius said.

“Us?” The young wizard laughed bitterly.

“Our family-”

“What family, father?” He spit out the last word like venom. “We haven't been a family in a long time. I will do as the Dark Lord bids me, and enjoy his gift. If you think you will benefit from it, you are foolish.”

“You have a chance to restore the Malfoy name to-”

“Greatness? Evil? Favour with the Dark Lord?” Draco released Hermione and turned on his father, eyes blazing. “Whatever I achieve will not reflect on you. I will see to the best of my ability that it reflects on keeping mother alive. And if I end up outranking you, then we will see what happens to the Malfoy name.”

“Ungrateful brat!” Lucius spat, drawing his wand.

“You dare curse me, father?” His son cocked his head in challenge. “The Dark Lord’s new favourite? Don't dig your grave any deeper.” He turned back to Hermione, who had scooted up the bed away from the men. “Get out of my room.”

Lucius snarled, but left, knowing he'd lost and hating it.

When the door closed, Draco let out a huge sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“I will likely regret this later.” He murmured, and Hermione bit her lip. She was terrified of Lucius Malfoy, though she would never admit it out loud.

“Do you have more Dreamless Sleep?” She asked quietly.

“Yes.” He replied, but made no move to retrieve it. “He will likely test me through the Dark Lord.” He said, face apologetic.

She furrowed her brow, until understanding clicked into place. He would need a memory to go with what had been implied to Lucius.

“Right now?” She bit her lip again.

“Best to get it over with.” Before she could reply, her wrists snapped behind her back and she lost her balance, falling forward.

He grabbed her ankle and pulled, stretching her long toned leg and leaned down to kiss her calf. She kicked him in the side of the head with her free leg.

He growled, grasping both her struggling legs. “Relax and give in, mudblood.” He said sternly. “You're going to enjoy this.” He kissed his way up her thigh, and pinned her with his body as his lips traveled up her ribcage.

Hermione refused to give in. No matter how her body betrayed her, the way her nipples felt like wildfire as he descended on them. Tears sprang to her eyes and she marveled at how she even had any left.

Draco’s fingers brushed over the silk panties and she turned her flushed face at the wetness there. He sucked at her throat and circled her clit gently, softly, and she bit back a moan.

She wouldn't give in.
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