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The Subjugation of Hermione Granger

By: rubberduck
folder Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating: Adult ++
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Punishment

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes with violence, course language, nudity and sexual content. reader discretion is advised.

Draco Malfoy shoved Hermione into the locker room roughly. His surly attitude and glowering eyes sent shivers down her spine. Apprehension and excitement rushed through her veins. This last week she had fantasized of what Draco might do to her next. The secret thrill of her dreams sending chills over her skin, but burning into her soul, and making her toss and turn in her bed. Now here she was, alone with the one boy at Hogwarts that she never expected could produce these sensations inside her.

“Take off your clothes mudblood,” Draco ordered as he began to rip his Quidditch gear off. He was livid about losing yet again to the Gryffindor Golden Boy and wanted to exact a little retribution for his defeat. If he couldn’t take out his fury on Potter, Granger would have to do.

“No,” Hermione snapped back. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the blonde seeker, her foot tapping irritably on the floor.

Draco froze, an elbow guard halfway down his right arm. “No?” he asked incredulously. He stared at her for several seconds before finally rolling his eyes in realization. “Bollocks,” he muttered. He threw down the elbow guard and thrust his hand into his pocket. When he raised his wand and looked over to Hermione, he smiled lightly at the look of hunger in her eyes. The raw desire. Draco could almost imagine how wet she was, all for him. With a lazy flick of his wrist and a slow drawl of his voice, he put the girl under his influence.

Hermione felt the flood of the foreign presence invade her mind. The revulsion from her will being locked away boiled in the pit of her stomach threatening to overwhelm her. Swallowing hard to tamp down the feeling, she pushed back at the large bubble of persuasion instinctively. The infecting bubble strained for a second before completely overrunning her consciousness. Her body went slack and she was no longer in control of herself, but she felt the arousal flood her knickers at being swept away from herself and the guilt over what she was doing.

“Now bitch, take off your sodding clothes.” Draco watched, his eyes devouring every inch of skin Hermione exposed. She went slowly, a leisure tease for the teen. Hermione kept her eyes on Draco’s face constantly, seeing him stare greedily at her tits, seeing him drool over her round ass. The witch laughed inwardly as she saw the tent in his trousers, his clear craving for her body. Finally she yanked her knickers down and stood up in all her stark beauty. Draco was beside himself struggling to get the rest of his gear and clothes off.

Hermione marvelled at his body. For a rotter, Draco Malfoy was chiselled out of the Greek renaissance. His skin was so pale it reminded Hermione of white marble. There was no hair on him anywhere but the top of his head and just a smattering above his long cock. He looked so smooth and sleek. His body was lean but the muscles were nicely defined. She yearned to scrape her nails over his skin and bring red scratches to the surface, to mar the perfection.

“On your knees and suck me off,” Draco ordered. Instantly, Hermione was on her knees and shuffling over the hard wood to take him into her mouth. He moaned loudly as her hot mouth engulfed him. Her tongue slid over the velvety skin of his cock as she sucked, her cheeks caving in with the effort. Not able to take the whole length of his prick into her mouth, she sucked the head and ran her hand along his shaft. Draco was lost in the searing pleasure of Hermione’s mouth. Her silky tongue played with the head of his dick as her fingers tickled his balls. He felt them tighten up, squeezing tight against his body before they exploded, spraying the back of her throat with his cum. She opened her mouth and let the sticky hot fluid dribble out covering her chin and splashing onto the floor.

Draco had to brace himself on Hermione’s shoulder as he caught his breath. When he noticed the mess in front of him at his feet he seethed. “Lick that up Granger,” he commanded.

Hermione’s face contorted and turned red as she fought the command. Pain shot through her body before she fell to the floor. Her tongue slipped between her lips and she pressed her nose to the floor. Slowly, her tongue slid over the rough wood. Draco smirked as he watched her clean the floor with her tongue. He laughed evilly.

The tall teen disappeared from her field of vision as he stepped behind her. She was still kneeling on the floor, her face an inch from the wood she had just cleaned of Draco’s cum, when she felt a cold hand on her ass. Hermione shivered at the touch. She gave a small squeak as the hand slapped her.

Draco bent over Hermione, his hands on her back to hold him up. His breath tickled her ear. “That Potter really pissed me off Granger. Every time, he manages to show me up. But now,” Draco purred, “Now, I have you. I’ve taken you away from him and made you mine.” He stood up slowly, raking his fingernails along her spine. Hermione shivered at the sensations and breathed heavily. The hot breath bounced off the floor and washed over her face. She winced again as Draco brought his hand down on her ass once more. “You have a very lovely arse for a mudblood. How would you like to have it filled?”

Hermione thumped her head on the hard floor in suspense. She could feel her pussy dripping with her arousal. She let out a small shriek as something long and hard pushed into her pussy. Grunting as the length dove into her, she ground back taking more in. Her groans filled the room and she could hear Draco sniggering behind her.

His footsteps came around in front of her again and she started. His hand cupped her chin roughly and lifted her face so he could see her eyes. His eyes glowed with satisfaction. Hermione felt confusion and fear wash over her. If he was standing in front of her, who or what was in her pussy?

He knelt down before her, his cock bobbing before her face. Swinging his hips lightly, his long prick slapped her cheeks. “Lick me some more Granger. You have a very talented tongue. But I guess that goes without saying. You never shut up.”

Hermione ran her tongue along his swaying dick. Draco groaned as the small pink tongue flitted over him and when it accidentally slid over the gaping mouth at the head, he cried out. “Oh fuck Granger. I think we have finally found a beneficial use for that tongue of yours. No more prattling for you, my dear. From now on just keep sucking.”

Capturing the head of his prick with her lips, Hermione sucked him into her mouth. She stroked him with her tongue as she bobbed her head along him. The veins throbbed against her cheeks and she hummed merrily against him. The fullness in her cunt still gave her pause for concern. It felt hard and heavy but it didn’t move. She had never been so full, the hard shaft pressing against the back of her pussy. Draco reached forward running his fingers over her back to her ass. As he was leaning over her, she felt the shaft move inside her. It slowly began to slide out and then was jammed back in. She grunted at the force of the intrusion, a bright light flashing before her eyes as it pressed painfully against her cervix.

Laughing low in his belly, Draco pulled himself free of Hermione. He stood up and with his foot, pushed Hermione’s head to the floor. With her forehead crushed against the hard wood, Draco again stepped behind her. His hand smacked her ass, this time making whatever was in her pussy shudder. Hermione moaned quietly as her cunt quivered. “Like that, eh mudblood?” His hand slapped her again. Then again.

“Look behind you Granger,” Draco laughed.

With a shiver of nervousness, Hermione lifted her head from the floor and turned to look over her shoulder. What she saw brought a strangled gasp from her throat. Sticking out of her body was a long wooden broom. The yellow frayed thistles jutting out into the air several feet behind her. She saw Draco step to her, straddle the broom and shuffle close to her backside. His lecherous smirk made her heart beat faster, the sound buzzing in her ears. Their eyes locked as she felt the Slytherin seeker probe her bum with his hard cock. His eyes glittered in glee as Hermione felt him push against her. The resistance and then the intrusion made her cry out in pain. Draco’s laugh sounded muffled and shrill as Hermione shrieked. The torturous stretching of her sphincter brought tears to her eyes which began to drip down her cheeks.

It was an uncomfortable tightness that even Draco could admit to. He wanted to just fuck the girl hard and fast but was afraid his cock would be rubbed raw if he tried. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her ass and spit onto his long cock. He rubbed the saliva over his dick and thrust into her a few times experimentally. Hermione let out several sobs with the intrusion so he spit on his dick again. With his prick dripping and her ass shining with saliva, Draco shrugged his shoulders. He was sliding in smoother now, more comfortable for him. If Granger had the problem with it, too damn bad.

As Draco began to move inside her, Hermione silently cried. The pain had subsided and was replaced by a growing need for more. Her body was responding again, to something Draco Malfoy was attempting to hurt her with. “What is happening to me?” she thought forlornly. “Why is he bringing these feelings out of me?”

Reaching behind him, Draco grasped the handle of the broom and began to twist and pump it inside Hermione as he ground his long cock in her puckered ass. He rejoiced in the sounds coming from the girl on her knees before him. The sound of her pleasure as he used her spurred him on. He laughed out as Hermione whimpered with a particularly violent thrust of the broom handle.

Hermione gasped as the wood hit her, digging upwards, threatening to impale her even further. Coupled with the tightness in her bowels, the hard cock so close to the wood, just a thin membrane separating the two hard rods insider her, Hermione panted and moaned loudly. Intense heat burned inside her and she thrust her ass up into Draco. She thumped her head to the floor once more as she felt the fire consume her and erupt. She screamed hoarsely as her orgasm shook her to the marrow.

Draco gasped out as he felt Hermione shudder below him. His eyes went wide with shock at the ferocity of the girl’s pleasure. When he felt her body squeeze and clamp tightly around his cock, he grunted with the pressure. He fell over her back and drove himself as deep as he could. His dick pumped several more times as he came, his seed spilling into her bowels.

Slowly, Draco withdrew from the girl and with one last slap on her ass, this time with his softening prick, he stood up. Looking down on Hermione, kneeling on the floor as she was, with the broom shoved deep in her pussy, Draco admired his handiwork. He had to admit that this deal he had been forced to strike with the Gryffindor witch was turning out to be a very enjoyable past time.

He dressed slowly, keeping his eyes glued to Hermione. She was still under his influence and was still on the floor, her forehead resting against the wood. Finished sorting his clothes out, he took up his wand and muttered “Finite incantatem.” Hermione heaved and wretched as her will reasserted itself. She whined as the bile again rushed from her belly onto the floor. As she tried to squirm away from the mess the long wood in her pussy pushed uncomfortably further and she cried out. Draco chuckled with a low rumble.

“You slime!” Hermione yelled as she managed to find her voice. She reached behind her and grasped the broom as she tried to pull the offending wood from her body. Draco’s eyes stared with rapt wonder as the handle of the broom slowly slid out. The end came out glistening with her juices and she tossed it away from her in disgust. Hanging her head in exhaustion, Hermione tried to calm her breath and regain her composure.

Draco retrieved his broom and brought the end up to his nose. He inhaled deeply, the heavy scent of Hermione’s sex heavily ingrained in the wood. “I think this will not be washed. A testament to our time together, eh.” His smile was cold but full of mirth. With one last look down at her, Draco strode out of the locker room, leaving Hermione alone.

Hermione couldn’t move for a long time. Her body was sore and spent. She wanted to curl up and go to sleep for a week. The thought of being found by someone, however, spurred her on. With shaky arms and rubbery legs, she hauled herself upright and began dressing. Not bothering with her bra or knickers, she shoved those in her robe pocket, instead opting just to get her outer clothes straightened. She wouldn’t be dressed for long at any rate. A shower and then to bed were on her agenda.

She looked around the room and grimaced at the mess on the floor. A side effect of being under the curse that Hermione could do without. Pulling out her wand, she flicked her wand and cleaned the locker room. She didn’t want any sign of her encounter with Draco. Many considered her one of the cleverest witches ever to attend Hogwarts, but she knew there were those that wouldn’t have a problem deducing what she was up to, with the right evidence.

When she was satisfied the room contained no more tell tale signs of her misadventure, she slowly took her leave. Her legs were still very unsteady as she walked to the castle in the dark. Dinner was long over and it was quite late. Stopping halfway to the school, she looked up at the imposing edifice. “I can’t believe this is what I wanted,” she whispered to the wind. “To degrade myself like this….” She shook her head in disbelief even as a smile formed on her lips. Degrading, embarrassing, even humiliating as it was, she felt alive. Her body sang with the pleasure that she was being given, not by any friend or lover she had ever thought about, but by one of her worst enemies. She couldn’t believe it, but for the time being she would enjoy it.

Her smile faded as she walked the rest of the way to the castle. Malfoy may be pleasing her body, but he was only doing it because he had to. He couldn’t stop or Hermione would go to Dumbledore and have him carted off to Azkaban, and worse, expelled. She hated him and he hated her. Hermione realized that her heart was empty. No matter how much pleasure Draco Malfoy gave her, would it be enough to fill the void in her heart?
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