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Life is Good
By: 2CRsgt
Disclaimer: Being on the wrong side of ‘The Pond’ and of the wrong gender; I have no claim to the Harry Potter series; most especially the last 2 books and of course I make no money from writing this.
“Speaking”
‘Thoughts’
Chapter 2
Sunday, 17 January 1995
The Rape Room
Daphne had returned with the pictures for his plan. She left when Hermione made her first groan soon followed by another groan, the Granger girl was waking up.
Draco hurried to scatter copies of the pictures on the mattresses and on the floor for her to find and see. He threw some ropes on the floor so he looked like he had been a prisoner also.
Hermione felt awful. Not only did she hurt all over but she remembered bits and pieces before she lost consciousness. She felt sticky and realized why. Hermione closed her eyes and just wanted to die. She heard movement. As much as she didn’t want to, she cracked one eye open. MALFOY!!! Draco Malfoy was sitting on the floor with ropes around him. He looked up after he threw a length of rope on the floor with the others.
Hermione knew she was naked in front of the Slytherin prince but after what happened earlier being naked was unimportant.
“What are you doing here Malfoy? Didn’t get enough!!!?” Hermione hissed. She was sure he was one of the rapists. If only she had her wand.
“Getting untied, what does it look like?” Draco drawled.
Hermione stood up and away from the sticky mattresses. She didn’t care what he saw. Draco had a hand in everything that happened to her today she was positive. She’d have him hung by his balls at the least. While Hermione looked around for her clothes or something to wear so she could escape back to the Gryffindor Tower for a shower and a good cry. Draco picked up one of the photos. Not seeing anything other than what Draco was wearing, damned if she’d ask him for anything, Hermione practically ran to the door.
“HERMIONE! STOP!” Draco yelled.
Her hand on the latch, she turned. “What?” she asked bitterly and faced her enemy.
Draco walked over, “I think you should look at these.”
“Why would I want to look at your trophy pictures? I bet they’ll be all over your common room. You and your friends will have a good laugh over this. I’M RUINED!!!” Hermione collapsed against the door crying.
‘Granger is quite the looker,’ Draco thought. She curled up in front of still closed door, naked, filthy and used. Her breasts heaving and he saw she had a toned flat abdomen when she ran to the door. Hermione had shapely muscled legs Draco wanted them wrapped around him, it must be from all that stair climbing. Hermione was everything a man imagined a teenage girl to be. Right now she would fight him tooth and nail. Draco thought he could change that. It would start with the pictures.
With her head in her arms Hermione cried herself to sleep. Draco picked her up bridal style and laid her at one end of the long couch Flint had transfigured. Like most transfigurations it wasn’t permanent but it didn’t have to be. He sat towards the other end. He stroked himself looking at the sleeping girl. She was helpless, so tempting, Draco’s erection wouldn’t go away after today’s fun. Not with Granger so naked, so close, it wouldn’t go down. He shafted Hermione twice and now that he had what she has to offer Draco changed his mind. She could be a permanent member of the Palace. Draco stroked his penis. He should have reached his limit for the night between fucking and wanking. Draco sighed, his erection ached with need, Hermione’s ass was there within reach, exposed, begging him to fuck her. He shook his head. She’s here and he can’t not if his plan was to succeed. He had to wait. It wasn’t fair. If his plan worked Hermione’s cunt would be his whenever he wanted.
Draco walked with difficulty while he went around picking up the pictures. Draco had been sure she would look at them and she didn’t. He would have to make sure she saw them. His hardon just wouldn’t calm down so he did what any Malfoy would do. He turned Hermione over so her cum covered front was down. He was going to fuck her cunt again but decided to wank off on Hermione instead. When she woke up with cum she wouldn’t notice any extra cum.
It was later that night when Hermione woke up shivering. Scottish castles in the middle of winter without central heating are a mite chilly. Draco draped his torn silk robe over Hermione.
Hermione sat up pulling it tighter over her sitting on her feet.
“You could have gone to your dorm and brought a blanket or some clothes.” Hermione said while she pulled the cloak tighter around her.
Draco shrugged, “What? You want me to leave you naked, alone and unconscious? I didn’t know if the bastards who did this to you would come back so I stayed.”
Hermione nodded, she was grateful he thought of her. She knew Draco acted like a self-centered bastard to her most of the time. At least he was proving to be that much less of a bastard than the bastards who raped her, “I see you have your wand. Where’s mine?”
“Sorry, I haven’t seen it. It must be wherever they threw your clothes. Mine was over by the wall.”
Draco acted embarrassed, “UM… I have some bad news, when I was tied up heard them plan to scatter these photos...” Draco gave her some of the pictures with cum on them he had picked up off the floor while Hermione was asleep. Then he gave her the damaged, cum covered pictures (including the two of him falling to the floor and his being tied up). “I don’t know who you pissed off but they must really hate you.”
Hermione gasped and choked as she looked at picture after picture. They were magic photographs showing her actively taking part in the debauchery. The moving pictures showed her taking cock in her ass, her cunt, her mouth, between her breasts and in ways she never dreamed of. No way would anyone who didn’t know her would believe she wasn’t a slut. ‘Correct that,’ Hermione thought, ‘Ron’s supposed to be my friend! He raped me! He probably was in this room. One of these pictures is his cock! I’ll KILL him! Before I kill him I’ll cut it off and shove it down his throat! Poor Harry, he won’t know what to think.’
“Flint!” Hermione heard Draco growl. He handed a picture to Hermione. “SEE! He’s the one who hit me!” Hermione looked to see blurred photograph of a bigger boy. Another magical photograph showed Draco fall down over and over again. Then she saw the third picture of Draco tied up on the floor.
She glanced at Draco noticing the dried blood on his chin for the first time, “I owe you an apology for thinking you could have been part… part of…” Hermione broke down to cry again.
Draco held her shoulder, his hand pushed the robe off her shoulder. Draco acted soothing, caring and rocked her softly against him, while he murmured softly she would be alright, he’d protect her. When she stopped crying and sat still with small hiccups she didn’t notice the robe Draco gave her was open in the front and off one shoulder. Draco’s arm on her bare shoulder moved down far enough to skim over her ribs. He was careful not to touch her exposed breasts. Draco did not want to alarm her. For now he was her protector. He held Hermione at the waist and let her lean on him. He whispered softly everything would be alright. Relieved she relaxed into his side not noticing where his free hand moved from her hip to her round ass. Hermione slipped back into unconsciousness. Today had been too much for her. As much as he didn’t want too, Draco had to owl his mother for a portkey. He needed one to the family business as soon as possible. Correction, later, Draco needed to gain Hermione’s trust first. He couldn’t believe he didn’t have a portkey already. The attack on Granger had been a flash of brilliance on his part. Now he needed that portkey for the rest of his Plan. Draco’s revenge on the mudblood was just beginning.
Monday Morning, 18 January 1995
Draco convinced Hermione to stay in the room while he went out to gather information, clothes and food. He told Hermione he would seal the door to prevent her attackers from catching her without her wand and he would return as soon as he could. After picking up some items from his dorm he had a leisurely hot breakfast and sent a school owl to his mother.
Draco came back with his socks and a robe, “Sorry I’m late. Here’s some toast I kipped. I had to stay for Dumbledore’s speech. It’s a good thing I did. You aren’t going to like this…”
Hermione had a sinking feeling, 'Can it get any worse?'
“Here are the pictures that were on the Slytherin common room table,” Draco lied. Actually Daphne gave him copies of the ones pinned to the cork message board in the Slytherin common room. “Dumbledore said the Heads of House would be collecting the shameful photographs of you attending an unauthorized party immediately after breakfast.” He had to be careful to keep a smirk off his face.
“Oh god!” It was worse. The pictures must be spread through all four Houses for the headmaster to make such an announcement. That speech guaranteed the photos would be prized and hidden. Anyone who didn’t know about them before knew about them now. Hermione didn’t dare show her face outside this room but she couldn’t live in this room either.
“Oh, I tried to get some of your things and the Weasel raised a riot to keep me out of the Gryffindor Tower. All that was missing were pitchforks and torches.”
“Of course he wouldn’t want you in the Tower,” Hermione was beyond angry at Ron, “Somebody might believe you or at least want to talk to me. I swear I’m going to string him up by his balls!”
Draco cleared his throat, “I think it might be a good idea to hide here until all the excitement dies down.”
“And when do you think the excitement would die down, oh wise one?” Hermione said sarcastically. Hermione stood fists on her hips, ready to vent her anger. The effect was ruined by the open front of Draco's torn silk robe showing her all.
Draco liked what he saw, Hermione’s cunt hair was just as curly and bushy as her head of hair. “Hermione calm down please. I’ll get you some of my things and a blanket for tonight, oh, and enough food and drink to last until tomorrow.”
“You ARE NOT going anywhere until all the filth in this room is gone,” Hermione growled.
It wasn’t easy, Draco is only a fourth year, but the room was mostly cleaned up. Although now clean, the mattresses were still in the room. Draco claimed he couldn’t vanish an object that size yet. Hermione had Draco help turn the couch around to face away from the offending bed. She did not want to see the reminder of her shame anymore than she had to.
Draco was at the door when Hermione called out, “SOCKS! BRING ANOTHER PAIR OF THICK SOCKS ALSO. MY FEET ARE COLD.”
“Yes, dear,” Draco grinned. He closed the door in a hurry before Hermione could find something to throw. On the way to his dorm Draco had a satisfied smile. Hermione had gone from weepy to bossy. Things were looking up.
Tuesday Morning, 19 January 1995
Draco thought about what happened yesterday while he ate a large hot breakfast. Gryffindor was out of the running for House Cup because Potter almost killed Weasel over the wizarding pictures Draco had scattered about. They showed the red head raping Hermione Granger. Ronald Bilius Weasley was expelled pending a review by the Board of Governors. ‘Let the good times roll,’ Draco thought.
Draco waited for his mother’s eagle owl, finally the owl arrived with the desired item he went back to Hermione’s room with toasted bacon and scrambled egg sandwiches wrapped in some napkins.
Draco cleared his throat, “I know where you can hide out that’s perfectly safe. Nobody would ever think of looking for you there. You can stay as long as you want or until all the excitement dies down.”
“Oh? Where?
“Well… you see my great grandfather bought a brothel in Diagon Alley as an investment…”
“NO!!!”
“Think about it Granger. People will think you went back to the muggle world. Both the school and the ministry know your parent’s home address. You know someone will say why they are looking for you, probably showing some of these photos.”
Hermione looked at the magical moving photograph of her taking a penis in her mouth while being screwed from behind maybe in the ass. No, if her mum and dad saw a picture like that she could never go home, even if she was willing to give up her magic. “Let me think it over,” she whispered.
Draco sat next to her on the couch so she could lean on him. It was all he could do to keep a smirk off his face.
While some would have thought she had fallen asleep, she hadn’t. Hermione was thinking furiously trying to find a way out of the situation she found herself in. She was not the least bit surprised when Draco’s hand shifted off her shoulder to cup her breast. She kept her eyes closed and let him. She had done so much worse two days ago. This was nothing. Draco was a Slytherin and Slytherins did nothing for free. If he wanted to feel her up it was a small price to pay for his help. Soon his other hand moved to her belly sliding down to her pubic hair. Soon his fingers moved her thighs apart. Hermione knew what he wanted to do if he wanted to fingerfuck her. Why not? It wasn’t like she was a blushing virgin anymore. Hermione decided she’d let him and pretend she was asleep while concentrating on what to do next. She was surprised to find Draco’s attention soothing and relaxing. Not at all like the frenzied sex when she was raped. Hermione thought about the pictures. She had to have been drugged there was no other way she would willingly debase herself like that. ‘RON! It must have been him. I trusted him. Killing is too good for him Draco must know some suitably awful curses I could use on Ron.’
Hermione never thought she would find Draco's wandering hands soothing but she did. Hermione rolled over on her back it didn't matter where he wanted to touch she had nothing that hadn't been seen or used by others. Especially that bastard Ron Weasley! Hermione's head rested on Draco’s lap, her eyes closed. If he wanted to do things with her she'd let him. It would be a small price to pay for his help. Draco must not like stretching his arm because his hand now rested on her flat abdomen. Speaking of Draco, maybe she should take him up on his offer to hide for awhile. It didn’t seem so terrible now that she thought about it. It’s not like she would have to sell herself to hide there. Would she? Draco offered her a safe place to hide. Her mind made up, she held his hand on one of her breasts, “How can we get there?”
Draco knew what she was asking. “We have to wait two more nights after curfew and it’s the Slytherin prefect’s turn to patrol the school. That means we have to find a way beyond the school wards. I have a portkey. I have to go back to my dorm to get you a few more things. I can’t have you wander around bare assed in just my cloak and socks.”
Hermione lightly slapped Draco’s arm and made tentative smile, “And bowers among other things. Your boxers will be a trifle loose but thank you in advance. Go now.”
In the Slytherin common room Draco made a thumbs up to Daphne Greengrass before descending down the side tunnel to his dorm room. It was a wonder Daphne never became preggers after five years of being fucked. Draco knew it wasn’t his fault. His father already paid off two families because Draco knocked up their pureblood daughters. Rather than become angry Lucius bragged about it.
When he returned to Hermione he had one of his winter Hogwarts robes and a winter outer robe to replace the torn silk robe he had given her earlier and the pair of his boxers she asked for. Best of all in Hermione’s opinion Draco brought back an extra thick blanket from his bed.
“Sorry no shoes, I believe my shoes are the wrong size so I brought an extra thick pair of wool socks for you.”
Hermione gave Draco a peck on the cheek. He was being so thoughtful. He could have left her high and dry to fend for herself. She owed him.
Draco wouldn’t let Hermione dress in the clean clothes before she bathed the tub of hot water he magicked for her. Cleaning spells could only do so much. If he had the magical power to do this why didn’t he banish the mattresses then? Simple, he didn’t feel like it and Hermione was too traumatized to think about it.
Saturday Night, 23 January 1995
It was a grateful naked Hermione who curled up under the blanket to sleep after she washed again. Draco had a tub of hot water every night for Hermione. She raised an eyebrow at Draco, “Well are you going to take off your clothes and get under the covers with me? I know you want to. No sense in waiting until I’m asleep to cop a feel.”
This surprised Draco. He thought she would cry herself to sleep again. Draco didn’t think it was an invitation for sex. Not yet. But it was a start. When he stripped down he made a point of leaving his boxers on.
Hermione rolled her eyes when she lifted the edge of the blanket for him to crawl under. “I know what a penis looks like you know.”
Draco kept his boxers on and spooned behind her, making no attempt to keep from pressing his hardon against the crack of her ass. She wiggled a bit to make herself more comfortable which almost put Draco over the top and cum in his underpants. After they settled down his arm snaked over Hermione to hold her breast again. Now that she couldn’t see, he did allow himself a satisfied smirk this was progressing so much better than he thought it would. They both drifted off to sleep. He held Hermione’s bare breast and she thought of him as a good guy. This was enough to make him hard again.
Hours later Hermione awoke and review everything that happened. She was attacked and raped. She was certain she had been imperiused or controlled somehow. No way she would willingly take part. As if that wasn’t bad enough apparently everyone in the castle believes she did willingly take part. Those damn pictures. Surprisingly, Draco was willing to help her. Hermione didn’t believe for a second that he was doing this from the goodness of his heart. She believed he was doing this out of revenge on his attackers. Like the old saying ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend.’ That didn’t mean she and Draco were friends, more like allies. So far she was letting him feel her up without complaint as repayment for his help. Hermione wished she had her wand. She turned over to face him, “Draco wake up, I think it’s late enough.”
When she turned Draco’s hand slid down. Waking up he gave her ass cheeks a squeeze. “Hmmm,” he said, his eyes still closed. His fingers kneading her firm round bum. Hermione slapped his arm lightly, “It’s time to get up and get dressed before everyone wakes up.”
“Okay, okay. I’m up,’ Draco stood up his dangles, dangling. His semi hard cock poked through the fly of his boxers.
With a smirk of her own Hermione pulled out the waistband of Draco’s boxers, reached in to grab his boy junk and tucked it back in his boxers. She let go of the waistband to let it snap back.
“HEY! I DIDN’T DO THAT TO YOU! THAT HURT YOU KNOW!”
Hermione smiled innocently, “The only reason you couldn’t do that to me is because I’m not wearing any knickers.”
“No, you’re wearing my boxers.” Draco started getting dressed mumbling under his breath. Inward he was pleased Hermione was far more relaxed by the day.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you?” Hermione said sweetly finishing the hook and eyes on the borrowed robe she had on. “You know, a pastel green for your House color would be easier on the eyes.”
“As if bright red is any better,” Draco countered.
Surprising them both, Hermione kissed the tip of Draco’s nose. “I’m right and you know it.”
Sneaking through the Hogwarts halls Hermione led Draco to the statue of the humpbacked witch. With a whispered password the humpbacked witch moved to the side to reveal the downward sloping tunnel. Already Hermione’s socks were filthy from the dirt in the tunnel. The only light in the tunnel was from their wands. Hermione stopped in the silent darkness to hold Draco. “I haven’t thanked you for all your help,” Hermione missed and kissed Draco’s eyebrow, “I know you don’t like people like me.”
“Wrong,” Draco held Hermione’s hips, “I like girls and you are a beautiful girl.” He pulled her closer.
Hermione bit her lower lip, “I know you are doing this more to get back at the people who attacked you than anything else but thank you.” Hermione groped in the dark until she held his hand. Then she placed it on her breast, “I haven’t got much but what I have, you have.”
Draco groaned. There was dirt all around them. No place for the quick fuck offered, “Gods above woman you have the worst timing to make an offer.”
Hermione stepped away, lost in the darkness, “Don’t I though? You had your freebees.”
“We didn’t do anything.”
“And who's fault is that? You are the first person I ever let cop a feel and I let you do it for hours. Come on we can’t be far.” Soon Hermione saw the ladder leading up to Honeydukes in Draco’s wand light, “Okay we’re past the Hogwarts wards. Hogsmeade is over us.”
Draco was impressed. Like most of the Hogwarts students he had heard about the not-so-secret secret passages. He wondered how Hermione knew about it. Probably Potter. Now to business, “Touch this.” It was a length of rope that had been carried by his mother’s owl. With a tap of his wand they vanished.
Very Early Sunday Morning, 24 January 1995
In the Pleasure Palace Gentleman’s Club
When they reappeared it was in a plush looking room decorated with an Arabian Nights theme, silk and satin everywhere.
“Let me guess. This is your party room.” Hermione said arching an eyebrow. This was more like what she expected from Draco Malfoy.
Draco shook his head, “This is was my grandfather’s public foyer to the owner’s suite, I've only been here once or twice before.”
‘Yeah right,’ Hermione thought suspiciously.
He pointed to his chest, “Don’t have the time. Schoolboy, remember. Let’s see what the rest is like.”
“Just a tic,” Hermione peeled off the very dirty socks she wore. Following her example Draco toed off his dirty shoes.
The next room appeared to be a sitting room and through a door was a richly furnished bedroom. Once in the bedroom Hermione could see a large private bathroom through an open doorway.
Hermione was impressed. She had been expecting a small single room hidden in the back of the whorehouse. “Nice, very nice,” she rounded on Draco, “and what do you expect me to do to earn this?” Hermione challenged her arm swept around the room.
“Nothing, nothing really,” Draco protested. “I said I had a place you could hide out and I meant it. This is the owner’s suite, my quarters, this is yours for as long as you want. After what happened you deserve some good. Please accept in the spirit it is offered.”
Hermione pushed down on the mattress, “It feels soft enough,” Hermione unhooked her robe. The open robe showed Hermione wearing one of Draco’s boxers, the dirty socks had been removed. Draco wished he could see skin from head to toe he like seeing all of Hermione. ‘Stop it! She is a mudblood to be used. She doesn’t belong here.’
Draco’s pants suddenly became tight. It was with real regret he said, “No it wouldn’t be right. When you’ve had a chance to collect yourself and don’t think you owe me I would love to fuck but not now.”
‘This is better than I could have hoped for. Granger is upset. I’ll be there as an ear she can vent to, and give properly sympatric sounds to make her feel her better. When she relaxed enough, she will depend on me more. Then she’ll think I can advise her as her 'friend.’ Draco thought smugly, ‘Suggestions like if you get bored and wanted something to do…’
Draco sat next to Hermione on the bed being careful not to touch her or be close enough to make her feel uneasy. Draco had experience with girls like Hermione. They could be as skittish as a wild animal if not handled properly.
“I understand there is a dining area outside the suite somewhere. I’ll let you explore while I explain to the staff you are you are here as my guest and not to be bothered.” Draco stopped and made a show of thinking, “I can’t tell them who you are, word would get out, I know! I’ll call you Princess! That’ll hide you! The Pleasure Palace Princess!”
Hermione growled at the thought.
Draco waved his hand dismissively, “No! No! Think about it! People will know you’re here…”
Hermione growled a second time.
“No! No! Not you as you but a girl who is a very, very expensive personal attendant to a select clientele noone will question your being here in these rooms.”
Understanding what Draco was saying Hermione nodded, “Like the Purloined Letter.”
“Huh?” Draco didn’t understand the reference to a muggle story.
“I’ll explain later. Go talk to the people you need to. Oh, could you get my trunk, I need my things.”
Before he left Draco studied Hermione from different angles. “No offence but changing your name here is not enough. Your hair… it’s… ah… distinctive…”
This time Hermione hair crackled with magical energy.
Draco held up both hands, “Not to worry that can be taken care of.”
“Not Sleek-Ezy, that stuff takes forever to work in and only lasts for a few hours.”
Draco looked offended, “Puuuleeese… this is a high class brothel… A beautiful woman is the Palace’s stock in trade. That over the counter stuff is only good for teen witches with too much money. When I talk to the staff I will have an assortment of professional products sent. Better yet I will set up an account with the Palace Beauty Salon.”
TBC
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