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The Life of a Mudblood: After the War	By : Emery_Lance Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 18353 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The next morning, when Jessie woke up, she was surprised to still be in the bed. She looked around, her eyes blurred from sleep, but saw no one. As she began to wake more, she heard labored breathing from the floor. She got to her knees, and crawled to the edge of the bed. She gasped, seeing Hermione was still shackled to the floor. There appeared to be more cuts on her, than there had been the night before. It also looked as if there were dildos moving in all three of her holes. Jessie all but smirked, as she said, her voice cold “I tried to tell you, and the others, that I wanted to come back.”

Hermione’s eyes went wide, and she turned red, at having Jessie see her like that. She hadn't expected Jessie to speak to her like that, because after all, she had only tried to help. At that moment, the door opened, and Harry, seeing what was going on, smirked. He waved his hand, causing the dildos to go deeper inside Hermione. The one in her mouth caused her to begin gagging, as tears began to fall freely.

Harry looked over at Jessie and snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor. Jessie got the idea, and quickly scrambled to the flood, on her knees, looking down, respectfully. As she did, she began to feel nauseous again, and began to gag. Hearing her, Harry kicked her in the shoulder, causing her to fall, just as she threw up. Because of the actions, every bit of the vomit landed on Hermione.

“We have a meeting to attend, at the Ministry” Harry said, turning to the door. “You will follow,” he said, walking away. As Jessie began to crawl after him, she heard what sounded like chains being drug against the ground, and muffled cries. She looked over her shoulder, and chuckled, seeing that Hermione was being magically dragged, by the chains around her wrists, along the ground. It appeared as if there was a trail of blood in her wake.

When they got to the main meeting room in the house, Harry walked over to the fireplace. Hermione began being stood up, the chains seemingly pulling her arms tightly over her head. She screamed around the dildo in her mouth, the pain obvious in her eyes. Harry sneered and waved his hand, causing the dildos to begin moving so fast, in and out of her, that they became a blur.

Harry grabbed some floo powder from the mantle, and threw it into the fire, causing the flames to become emerald green, and forcefully shoved Hermione into the fire. There was a sickening crack, as Hermione hit the back of the fireplace, shoulder first. The protruding bone was obvious, but Hermione was unable to make a sound, other than gagging.

Harry looked over at Jessie, just as she smirked. “You like that?” Harry asked. Jessie lowered her eyes, but nodded. “Good,” he said. “Go on now, into the fire”. Jessie nodded and crawled into the fireplace, quickly followed by Harry. As soon as he stepped into the flames, he called “Ministry of Magic” and they were off.

It didn't take long, before Jessie felt Harry’s hand on her hair, as he pulled her out of the fire. Feeling him pull her hair, she moaned, suddenly turned on by it. As she entered the Atrium, she looked around, in awe, yet frightened. There appeared to be mudbloods chained to every inch of the walls, as Purebloods practiced nasty spells on them. There were others hanging from the ceiling, most hanging by their hands, but a few hanging by their feet. All of them hanging from the ceiling were hovering at least a foot off the ground.

Jessie was appalled, as she realized she was getting turned on by what she was seeing, but she said nothing, as she crawled behind Harry, as he walked quickly to the lift. Once inside the lift, Hermione was moved, so she was hanging from the ceiling of the lift, and Harry pointed to the girl's feet, as if telling Jessie that was where she was to sit. Jessie obeyed quickly, just as the lift began to move.

As more Purebloods entered the lift with what were obviously mudbloods, it began to get crowded, and Jessie was pushed against Hermione. The smell of her vomit from earlier began making her feel sick to her stomach again, and when some of it got on her face she couldn help but throw up again. Several of the Purebloods gave her a dirty look, but one of them kicked her in the head, causing her vision to go black for a minute.

When her vision was back, she saw the man writhing in pain on the ground. Harry was standing over him, his wand out, and a murderous look in his eyes. “She is mine,” he said, his voice cold and venomous. “You only punish what is mine, with my permission.” As he finished speaking, he broke the spell, just as the doors to the lift opened. Harry walked out, Hermione floating behind him. Jessie shook her head, clearing it, and crawled out behind Harry.

They were in the middle of a long hallway. It looked as if it were in the dungeons. Harry turned to Jessie, a rare kind look in his eyes. “You may walk on your feet, until we go home” he said, before turning back and heading down the hallway. Jessie was shocked, but did not question Harry. She quickly struggled to her feet, and followed. Her knees threatened to give out, with every step, as they were no longer used to walking upright.

They walked for about five minutes, before getting to the end of the hall, to a reception desk. The witch at the desk paid no attention to them standing there, blatantly ignoring them for more than a minute, before Harry spoke up. “If you can't do your job, maybe we should give you a new one, with the mudbloods” he said, the sneer on his face evident, in his voice.

Hearing his words, the witch looked up, and her face paled. “M...Minister….I….I apologize” she said, bowing her head in respect and fear. “W...what c...can I do f...for you today, M...Minister?” she stuttered. “I am here to hold trial” he said, his voice void of all emotion, before glaring at Hermione. “For a Mudblood kidnapping, and attempting to free another mudblood”
A/N I would like to appologize to my readers for it being so long since I have done an update. I have no excuse, except Life got busy. While life is still busy, It is my intention to begin writing again, hopefully a chapter or more a week.
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The Life of a Mudblood: After the War