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Nightmares	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Want it

“Draco! What the hell is this!” Bellatrix shouted, waking the boy from a softly snoring slumber. He looked up, and he had dark circles under his eyes, his face looking pale, and almost gaunt.
“How long?” Hermione whispered, watching as Bellatrix approached the bed, grabbing a handful of her hair.
“Three days. I kept you asleep the whole time.” He said, watching with renewed horror as Bellatrix held her wand to the still-sleeping Hermione’s throat.
“Calm down, Aunt Bella, she’d imperiused, so she won’t run away,” Draco said, standing from the desk, and moving toward the bed. “I couldn’t sleep with her clanking those damn chains all the time, so I had to take them off.” He explained.
“And why is she in your BED, Draco?! That’s no place for a slave!” Bellatrix screeched. “I knew you were soft! You’ve been hiding her up here, haven’t you!”
“My bed is the perfect place for this kind of slave. I don’t enjoy being uncomfortable, Aunt Bella.” His voice was ice cold, challenging his Aunt to call him a liar.
“Prove you’re not a coward, Draco. Take her, right now.”
“Fine.” He yanked the sheets back, and waved his wand, vanishing the nightgown she wore. He began undoing his pants, but Bellatrix held up her hand, staring down at the slumbering girl.
“Free her mind, Draco. It proves nothing if she’s a ragdoll.” Bellatrix sneered, and Draco waved his wand again.
Hermione shot up from the bed, eyes going wildly around the room, taking in the two people on either side of the bed, and trying to scramble to the foot, panicked.
“Oh no.” Draco said, grabbing her back by her hair, and forcing her onto her stomach.
Hermione watched herself flail, and struggle, trying to buck her captor off as he stroked himself to hardness. By the time he was hard enough, Bella looked impatient, and he slid in quickly, grabbing her arms, and pinning them behind her back as she screamed, and begged for him to stop. He rutted against her, and Bellatrix pulled out another vial of the potion, grabbing her face, and forcing it down her throat again as Draco worked on top of her.
“What potion is it?” Hermione asked, half trying to distract herself from the scene of what was happening to her.
“It’s a potion she makes herself. She calls it ‘Want-It’,” Draco said, looking away from the scene as well, his face twisted with self-loathing. “It’s an aphrodisiac, mixed into a mind-meddle, and increases your libido. It’ll last for quite a while. We can skip ahead if you want.” Draco offered, raising his wand.
“No. I need to know.” She responded, turning back to the scene. Bellatrix had stepped back, and was watching as though judging an olympic performance, her face twisted with glee as Draco flipped her small body over, and placed a hand around her throat, to cut off her cries. Her freed hands were slapping at his arms, pulling at his fingers, pushing at his stomach. He didn’t let up until she started to turn red, and finally released her to a gasping breath.
Hermione could see the potion taking hold as her hips moved on their own, and her voice changed in pitch, her slapping hands grabbing fistfuls of silk sheets.
“Harder!” Hermione begged, her face contorted with lust. Draco obliged, grinning down at her, and changed position, holding her hips as he knelt upright, making her scream with pleasure.
Hermione felt her face redden as she watched her own display of addled harlotry. Bellatrix slid a few fingers into her mouth, and she sucked on them gleefully, even though the woman was using her other hand to pinch and twist the girl’s exposed nipples in what had to be a painfully tight grip. Hermione just moaned louder, arching her chest up into the torture, her hips rocking on their own. She could tell that her arousal made it easier for Malfoy to enjoy his task, his face holding traces of genuine pleasure as he used her, his hands gripping her passionately. She watched as he followed Bellatrix’s orders to slap her, choke her, and bite her, all making the smaller body writhe with bliss.
The current Malfoy was watching not himself, or his Aunt in horror, but her. He was watching her react to seeing her own abuse.
“Enjoying yourself, Ferret?” Hermione shot at him, narrowing her eyes in displeasure at his attention.
“Not at all.” He said, turning back to the horrors taking place. The perversions seemed to go on and on, each more shocking than the last. She and Malfoy both found themselves choking back bile as Bellatrix lowered herself over Hermione’s face, and moaned in pleasure as the needy girl began lapping at her.
“I almost had to stop then, to puke.” Malfoy admitted from beside her, his eyes unable to watch what was happening.
“Good thing you didn’t. She probably would have hexed you, and killed me.” Hermione said, feeling the morbid humor was the only way to deal with seeing this.
“Probably. I- I really am sorry I did those things to you. I never…” He trailed off, his eyes going back to the scene dolefully. Hermione said nothing back to him, and followed his gaze, watching as her body shook with an orgasm. She cried out as Bellatrix removed herself, watching the final few thrusts as Draco came, too. His head hanging limply as he panted in air, and Hermione whimpered underneath him, unhappy with the cessation of pleasure.
“Aww, little pig wants more.” Bellatrix cooed, and came close again, pushing Draco aside roughly, and shoving her fingers harshly into Hermione’s soaked opening. Hermione moaned, and wiggled, enjoying the feeling, gasping as Bellatrix added another, and another.
The watching Hermione winced, and looked away as Bellatrix pushed her whole hand into the girl and turned to Draco.
“Think she can take more?” She asked, lifting her other hand, and sliding it down her arm, to follow the first.
“Don’t ruin her, then I’ll never be able to use her again.” Draco said, frowning, and leaning his naked self against the desk, making no real move to stop her.
“Oh, fine,” Bellatrix snapped, removing the one hand, and wiping it on Draco’s sheets. “You deal with the filthy slut then.” She stalked from the room, slamming the door behind her. Malfoy snatched up his wand and waved it at the door several times warding it, and locking the door.
“I’m so sorry, Granger.” He said, moving to the bed, and looking down at her still writhing body. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He offered her his hand, and she took it, letting him pull her to her feet, and then falling against him.
“Please, please, please…” She was muttering, her hands grasping at his bare flesh, her eyes staring up pleadingly into his. He lifted her into his arms, and carried her to a door, kicking it open, and taking her into the connecting lavatory.
Hermione and Draco followed themselves, and she watched curiously, wondering what else there could be that he wasn’t bringing the next memory. He was setting her in a giant tub, nearly as big as the Prefect’s bathtub at Hogwarts, and filling it with warm water. She was touching herself as water flooded the tub quickly, and still watching him, her mouth moving in silent entreaties. Draco locked and warded the two doors in the bathroom, and slid into the water, turning the tap off before it got too high. Hermione practically threw herself at him as he approached, and the pair watched as they struggled, her trying to get him to take her again, and him trying to push her away.
“Pleeeease, Malfoy!” She cried, her eyes filling with tears. “It hurts!” He froze, watching her squirm uncomfortably in the water, one hand cupping herself, the other on his chest.
Draco groaned, and pulled her to the shallow stairs, sitting down, and pulling her on top of him. She gladly slid across him, touching, and bucking to get him hard enough to get inside her again. When he was buried in her once more, he sat back, letting her bounce on him, a small smile stretching his lips as she pleasured herself over and over again, as he watched, letting her do what she wanted. He lifted a hand, and slid it between her folds, rubbing her into an orgasm on top of him. She kept going, orgasm after orgasm forced upon herself as she rode out the potion.
She slowed, and stared down at him, horror filling her face.
“Malfoy, what’s… NO!” She scrambled away, flinging herself up the steps, and toward the door. Yanking uselessly at the handle, as he stood, and fetched his wand from beside the tub, waving it at her before she could turn to fight him.
“Imperio.” He whispered, his face no longer slightly happy. He looked sickened, and he approached her, taking her hand, and leading her into the water again, pointing his wand at her as they approached.
“Obliviate.” He muttered, his face scrunching with misery. He washed her skin gently, using a small cloth to wipe the sweat and fluids from her, rubbing between her thighs, and rinsing the cloth out before wiping at her face. He said nothing as he washed her, and then directed her to wash her hair as he cleaned himself. Hermione stood at the edge of the tub watching him dry her off, conjure her a new nightgown, and send her to bed, before dunking himself back in the water.
“That’s enough.” Malfoy lifted his wand to move to the next memory, but Hermione grabbed his wrist, watching as he floated, face down in the tub for several minutes. She started to worry, before he came up, coughing and spluttering, choking water out of his throat, before dunking himself back under.
“Were you trying to kill yourself?” She asked horrified, stepping forward instinctively, as though to jump in, and pull the blond from the tub.
“I don’t know.” Malfoy answered, looking like he wanted to join his memory under the water. The wet Malfoy climbed out of the tub, and lied down, closing his eyes, as though pretending he could vanish. The memory swirled away, and this time, Hermione didn’t stop him from leading them to the next.
“Three weeks had passed.” he answered without prompting as she watched him enter the room, and ward the door behind himself. “I kept you mostly asleep, except eating, and the like.”
She nodded, watching as he approached the bed, and waved his wand. She woke up slowly, looking around the room as though seeing it for the first time.
“Malfoy!” She said, scuttling away from him, to the other side of the bed, before looking down, and seeming to realize that she was in a bed at all.
“Granger, I know you won’t remember this, but I had to let you know, There was a battle, at Hogwarts. Your friends won. They’re coming to get you soon.” He said, looking almost sad.
Hermione looked disbelieving, and watched him warily.
“Obliviate.” He spelled her, she went slack-faced, and compliant as he led her from the room. The real pair followed as he led her to the cellar and locked her in, leaving her in the dark as he walked away. Malfoy waved his wand speeding time up, to his return. He came down the stairs haughtily, opening the cellar door, and petrifying Hermione who’d tried to jump on him as he entered.
“Tsk tsk Granger, just as I was coming to let you out? The Dark Lord is no more, so there’s no need for you to keep fighting. You’re free to go, but I’d wait for your friends to come fetch you, if I were you. You’re probably in no state to Apparate.” He said, leaving the door open, and countering the spell he’d put on her. She climbed to her feet, glaring at him, and the memories spun away again, as Draco took her elbow, and pulled her from the Pensieve.
“I don’t know exactly what happened to you in the week and a half that I was away, but I don’t think it’s hard for you to guess.” He said, his voice flat, and emotionless. Hermione felt the tiredness of the night wash over her. She looked at a clock, and saw it was nearly sunrise. She’d barely slept at all that night. She needed to get back to Ron, who was probably worried sick.
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