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Lupine Dreams	By : Wolfling1972 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11118 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, that belongs solely to JK Rowling, neither am I making money from this story. I just enjoy playing in her world

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(AN1: This chapter contains some non-graphic torture and non-consent issues. I am warning those of you who have dealt with the issue of sexual assault because I don't want anyone triggered. Believe me, I completely understand how that can happen.)
Hermione flipped the closed sign on the shop's door and readied herself to traipse through the darkness of Diagon Alley's night traffic. She'd remained long after closing hours in an attempt to ready the next day's business and had managed to piss off Brickart with her inability to tell him exactly when she planned to be finished. It wasn't that she wanted to make things more difficult for him, she didn't, but her need to get out from under his overbearing babysitting had pushed her into behaving badly more than a time or two.
If that wasn't bad enough, she felt the need to try and sneak away from him, all the time! Escaping from his sight was like a game especially when she knew that she could move faster down narrow twisting pathways than he could. Being slim and short did have some advantages, being faster with a wand than the average witch or wizard did, too. So, whenever she found a moment to disappear, she did so...without thought of consequences. it was not recklessness, not really, it was an innate need for freedom, to be ALONE.
She had just stepped out back for a moment, to rid her store of the day's detritus when she heard a small clang, like someone tumbling into a trashcan. With no thought, she dropped her wand into her right hand while she allowed her gaze to flit left to right, wide amber eyes filtering through the almost nonexistent light. From the shadow of the building, a rather hulking figure emerged, blond-haired and blue-eyed, In fact-- he looked like, "Thorfinn Rowle. What brings you from your cesspit? Didn't fancy a return to Azkaban?"
The large man only grinned at her and by the time she realized someone was just behind her, it was too late. A wave of pain, like being hit repeatedly with a nightstick, cracked into her skull and her knees gave out as she collapsed backward~ a feminine accordion. Nothing else registered and by the time she felt the twist of Apparation, she was at her new...home.
Well, not home. She was in a small cell, no more than six by six, bare except for a hole in the corner. A place to do her business? There was no cot, no blankets...nothing, Just that fucking hole. It was then that she began to feel scared and that feeling was compounded when she was greeted by a face she hadn't seen since the Battle of Hogwarts~ Fenrir Greyback.
"Ah, Miss Granger, how nice to see you again." The voice was low, rumbling, dark but the words were almost urbane. "I am very sorry for your newest accommodations However, we all know you need to be kept under lock and key. Can't trust you not to run off, can we?" The cur had the nerve to smile at her, his pointed yellow teeth glinting evilly.
Hermione straightened her spine and glared at the taller male, her dark whiskey eyes flashing with disdain. "Why am I here, Greyback? What possible use could you have for a mudblood?"
He laughed! "Mudblood? I'm a fuckin' werewolf. Do you think I believed in that nonsense? I didn't go to his side because of that claptrap. No, I went because he allowed me to do what I do best~ eat, breed, bite, kill~ and you are here because I need a witch to breed true pups with. Why not get the best?"
She shuddered at his assertion but spoke up anyway. "I've been bonded to Draco and mate marked, truly mated. I can carry no pups but his...as you well know."
A growl rumbled into the cold, dank of the dungeon. "What do you mean?"
Hermione shrugged. "Well, look." Here she tugged off her already torn shirt and turned her back to the man, her mate mark easily seen as it rode the top of her shoulder blade. She then turned to face him and held out her wrist. "Did you not see the binding cuff? I've had it since my sixth year. Did your informants not tell you of the necklace I wear? I've never hidden my relationship and since it was YOU who bit Draco, you know what he is."
Another growl. "Well then, you'll do me no good at all. I guess I'll just give you to Finn...." He paused. "I KNEW you smelled different but I thought it was from me." He grinned. "I tried to pretty you up during that battle, make you look good. I guess the next one on my list is that Brown chit. Don't worry your head. You'll have enough problems soon enough..."
With that, the graying wolf took his leave.
Hermione sunk to her knees and from there to the floor, her back immediately meeting the cool gray of the cell wall. She wanted, badly, to use the emergency portkey Draco had added to her cuff way back when BUT she did not doubt that her cell held both Anti-Apparation and Anti-Portkey charms. She would have to deal with whatever was going to happen until she was removed from the confines of her prison.
She also gave thought to her necklace. Both Narcissa and Draco had informed her that the Malfoy piece had serious protection spells applied, even better than the ones on her cuff. That, at least, provided some hope against curses, hexes, and dark magic. She would just have to deal with physical attacks for the most part, not the best for someone as small as herself but it could be done.
It was while she was thinking these long thoughts that she was joined by yet another unwelcome person, Pansy Parkinson. "So, Mudblood, fancy seeing you here," the chit all but sneered.
"Hello, pug," was Hermione's immediate rejoinder. "I thought bitches belonged in kennels? Why did your master let you out?"
With a scream of rage, the raven-haired girl whipped out her wand and cast the Cruciatus curse which caused Hermione to burst into gales of laughter.
"Do you see the jewelry I wear? The necklace is from Narcissa Malfoy, seamless, unbreakable, and filled with protection charms. The cuff is from Draco with the very same properties. You wanna do some damage? Come on in here. We'll see who comes out on top." Hermione gave the female a slow grin. The fact that she could remove the necklace on her own was NEVER mentioned. To other people, it was seamless. "Trust me when I tell you that you don't stand a chance."
Pansy reacted by laughing. "Oh. Oh my. Do you honestly think this is the worst that can happen to you? Trust me when I say that you'll miss hearing Crucio when all is said and done."
Hermione grimaced and spat, spittle landing at the young woman's feet. Her words, once she deigned to speak were cold, toneless, and very serious. "You better hope that I die, Parkinson, because if I don't? I will take your head and use it as a quaffle." She then sniffed once, and grinned, humorlessly. "Go away, pug. You make me ill and dressing in silks doesn't make you any more attractive."
With a final screech of displeasure, the dark-haired girl turned to do just that which allowed Hermione to settle herself before she resumed her previous position, on the floor, back to the wall.
Things were quiet and remained that way for long hours yet the bushy-haired female did not allow herself to rest, to sleep. She knew that this was the quiet before the storm and that the fall out would ravage her mental facilities if she didn't center herself to withstand it, to take what was done and DEAL. She had to take it so that she could escape and warn them of Greyback, Rowle, and Pansy. She had to tell Ron to protect Lavender, to keep the girl close.
She dozed off...and she did not know for how long BUT she was awakened by a slap and being pulled from her cell by the hair on her head, bumped along every single fucking step, her back screaming as scrapes and bruises blossomed on her skin; she could feel them. Her sensitive nostrils (must be close to a full moon) picked up old scents of blood, bile, and sweat which made her gorge rise. yet she fought it down. It was only when she was thrown to the floor that she knew who had awakened her, who had taken her from her solitude: Rowle. Blonde, big, sociopathic...Rowle.
"Ah, look. You've decided to join me..."
She spat at him and he backhanded her, hard enough to cause immediate fuzziness in her brain, darkness to her vision. "You dirty fucking cunt..." he snarled in response.
"And yet, you want me, don't you? The pug not enough for you and the wolf? Need some mudblood on that small excuse you call a penis?" She tried to control herself, stop herself from spitting the words. She knew it would get worse, knew it like she knew her name or the fact of her love for another blond. Yet, it was impossible. She had to get him angrier, had to push him until he lost control and released her from her bonds.
His large foot, encased in the heaviness of his dragonhide boots connected with her ribs, cracked one, bruised another. She laughed, even though tears streamed down her face, oh she forced the fucking laughter because fuck him. "You think some...ow FUCK YOU..." This came as he kicked her again, boot connecting to the flat plane of her stomach. "A little ass-whipping never hurt anyone, Rowle, and YOU are no dragon...or Bellatrix Lestrange."
The smile then...white teeth, sparkling blue eyes... "Hm. You don't look scared enough yet, bitch...give me time. I promise I can terrify you properly," his deep voice murmured in her ear as he bent lower, covering her frame with his own, even as he released the binds that held her still and her clothes disappeared.
He rose then and aimed another kick, this time to the softest place, between her legs. She shrieked, breath coming in gasps and pants but her hands had begun to drift together. Moment by moment, centimeter by centimeter Just a little bit more. He dropped before her shoved her legs open to accommodate him; large body, nude, hairy chest, massive thighs poised just there as he reached forward and pinched her nipple hard enough to draw blood, his nails digging into sensitive flesh.
Again. Hermione cried out, whimpered, and struggled against the assault but it did NO good. His large fingers traveled from her left breast to the right one. In fact, he used one hand to continue the torment while the other PUNCHED down; hitting her pubis, her hips, the bottom of her belly. She shrieked, cried, and squirmed away yet, almost without thought her hands came together, so fucking slowly.
Just when she thought she was safe, he settled himself and then rammed into her. The young woman's much smaller body was scooted back across the floor from the stab of entry. She fought nausea, allowed him to set a rhythm, and waited. She waited~ mind blank (disassociation) until he was near the end and on his very next withdrawal, she kicked out, just enough. She squealed, cried out and pushed against him...an inch, two and THEN her hand touched her wrist. Immediately, she was drawn away, gone. His loud curses silenced in an eyeblink.
Hermione landed on her hands and knees, yellowish bile pouring from her lips and registered the fact that the floor was a checkered marble. There was a voice! She tried to speak, to finally BEG but her body was far too tired. She was gone.
She woke up fighting.
"Miss Granger, you have to stop!" There was a sound as fist met flesh, as hand clawed and tried to rip whoever it was away. "Miss Granger, please! We just want to help!"
Large amber-colored eyes, lighter than usual, blank with fear and pain, flew open and she paused, looked around, and forced herself to relax, her body shuddered against the thought but she stilled. Those eyes flew to the left, found a woman in healer's robes~ wide-eyed, scratched, bleeding. Another person stood at the foot of the bed; male, green-eyed, messy-haired...Harry.
"H-how long," she rasped like a cigarette smoker of fifty years.
Her best friend responded, "Just under 24 hours. Your portkey was set for the entrance of Saint Mungos and they found you. Two broken ribs, a bruised pelvis, concussion, raped. What happened?"
So Hermione told him of her capture, who was there, why. With every word his expression darkened, a storm, thunderous.
Once she stopped speaking, he asked her questions like did she know where she was at the time, how many times she had been violated, the usual queries concerning kidnapping and torture. She could only answer a few queries and they were mostly negative. She didn't know, they never allowed her to see. She had only ever been removed from her cell one time and she had used that to escape. By the end of her recital, she was gasping for air, eyes reddened and streaming tears, body shaking with adrenaline and fear.
"Where is Draco?"
Harry sighed. "Full moon tonight. He doesn't know you've been found. You were gone for just under forty-eight hours. He's been wrecked."
She nodded. "Can you call Narcissa for me? Bring her here? Draco is locked away and I would like to see her..."
A nod. "Sure. I need your memories of the attack though."
"Okay, Harry."
Minutes later. it was done. Two vials were filled with swirling mists which made her memory of the event clouded, removed. It took some of the fear away and she calmed further. Finally, the healer spoke.
"Miss Granger, I am Healer Michelson. You've been given two potions. One to speed the healing of your ribs and pelvic cradle, the other to rid your body of the bruises and contusions you've suffered, both inside and out. As you've noted, you have an IV attached to you as you were dehydrated, In a few moments, a nurse will be in with some clear broth and jello, as well as a cup of tea. This is light food and will not upset your stomach further. I am also going to provide you with a calming draught. Your body needs rest and you will get it here."
She took in the woman's words and nodded when silence descended. "I apologize for my attack. I was scared and disoriented." There was a faint stammer, voice still rough, from screaming? Probably. "Please forgive me."
The woman smiled. "I would have responded the same way. You were bitten before but I assume the wolf in question was human. You have some traits, yes?" Hermione nodded and the woman continued. "You've just rescued yourself from a bad situation, it's a full moon, your mate is not here to soothe you and someone you did not know was touching you. Do not worry. I am fine."
Moments later, a young man bustled in, a tray levitating behind him. "I am Healer Donahue. I've brought you some dinner. There is a call button next to you. If you need any help, use it." The tray settled itself upon a table which the young man pushed forward until it hovered at a decent height for Hermione to eat. She grimaced, picked up the spoon, and dove into the bland yet weirdly textured cup of orange jello.
Harry moved close enough to drop a kiss to her forehead. "There will be an Auror stationed outside your door. They will change every four hours and I have left a list of their names at the desk where they will have to show ID. I will keep you safe until Draco can come. I love you, sis."
Tears formed, dripped over rounded cheeks, and from the point of her chin. "I love you too, little brother."
The healer spoke once more, her gaze studying the woman propped up on the bed, shakily eating her dinner. "Are their specific people you want to be allowed here?"
Hermione swallowed her spoonful of chicken broth and nodded. "Draco and Narcissa Malfoy. No one else. When will I be allowed to leave?"
"If you heal and rest tonight, I see no reason for you not to be gone by tomorrow afternoon. Now, I will take my leave and come back to attend to you later."
No more than an hour after she finished her meal, Hermione was asleep.
~The Next Morning~
She awakened to heat, a body tucked behind her, large pale hand resting on her lower belly, the soft susurration of sound broken by light snoring. She struggled against the hold so that she could turn around but the arm held tighter, no permission granted for movement. Finally, she spoke up, her voice hushed.
"Draco. Let me turn over."
Tight, tight, tight his grip strengthened and then released. Hermione shifted from her left side to her back and then to her right so that she could drape a leg over his, her hand upon his flat stomach, her head upon his shirt covered chest. "When did you get here? Are you okay?" Her words were murmurs, the inflection, and tone, worried.
He shrugged lightly and responded. "I've been worried sick for two and a half days. even my change was more difficult than normal," He paused. "Why did you seek to sneak away from Brickart?"
"I wasn't, not this time. I swear it. I was just removing the store trash to the outside bin. You know, the bins in the small alley behind the store?" She whimpered. "Don't be mad, Draco. I am truly sorry that I caused you to worry." She pushed herself up and forced herself to look at him. Large purplish circles rested beneath his closed eyes and his lips were a pale, chapped line. He looked exhausted. She heaved a sigh and moved her hand to brush at the soft fall of hair over his forehead. "Please look at me..."
Gray orbs fluttered open and then his sharp gaze met her worried one. His voice, deep, sleep husked and quiet, responds; "I thought you were dead. Did anyone tell you that? I thought they took you away from me, forever...." There were no tears seen but she could hear them, hidden within those words. "I was terrified, as I'm sure Potter told you. I didn't handle it well, not at all."
Hermione leaned close, brushed her full lips over his thinner ones, and sighed against his mouth, "I am sorry, I will do whatever you need me to do when I am released, at least until they are captured. No complaints, no running away. Just tell me what you need..." Her gaze dropped to his pointed chin. "I'll do it, I swear."
(AN2: well damn. That took forever. I had to re-write this three different times...and it still doesn't seem to flow as well as it should.)
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