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Witchnapped	By : straightlyconfused Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 48196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: All the beauty of the Harry Potter world and characters below to JK Rowling. I'm just borrowing for my own amusement. I make no money from this story...at all.

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Happy Friday lovelies!!

I've been getting some really good motivation for this story lately so I hope you enjoy what is to come in the next few weeks!!

Have a lovely - well deserved - weekend!!

- Straight xx

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“Scream Murder - I don’t believe you.

Murder - Fuck around and leave you.

Murder - I don’t believe you.

Murder, Murder - Your life’s on the line”

50 Cent - Life’s On The Line

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Hermione spent the next two days reading and re-reading the old tome on the Malfoy family that Dumbledore had given her. While it was a very informative read, it also made Hermione feel pity for some members of this family. Some relatives of the Malfoys such as Armand Malfoy and Nicholas Malfoy hadn’t seemed so bad - they cozied up to people with power in order to achieve their own but the Malfoy family’s hatred of Muggles really hadn’t been overly documented until Nicholas’ son Brutus had come to adulthood. Brutus lived up to his name - he seemed cold, cruel and power hungry and he’d lead a vicious campaign against Muggles and even went as far as to suggest that people who defended or sought the company of Muggles did so because they were weak. Reading about Armand, Nicholas and Brutus Malfoy had taken Hermione a whole day and by the end of it she was left wondering what could have possibly happened to Brutus to make him so different to his ancestors- So much more violent and cunning.

On the second day, Hermione had read about Septimus Malfoy, son to Brutus. There had been speculation in school that Septimus may have, in fact, been gay as he was never recorded as having many interactions with girls in school but boasted a lot of very close male friends. However, upon graduation he’d gone into the Ministry and had entered into the betrothal contract Brutus had arranged for him. As every other Malfoy before him, Septimus had married a well-bred Pureblood witch. He’d grown his career in the Ministry until he had become an advisor to the Minister and here he’d promoted a lot of very similar ideals on Muggles as his father. Brutus at this stage had written a book on the inferiority of Muggles. Six years after his marriage - and a lot more speculation about his sexuality later - Septimus Malfoy had finally announced the birth of his son Abraxus Malfoy and his wife - who had survived child birth - then mysteriously died some months later. Abraxus appeared to be left in the care of Brutus a lot while Septimus achieved his political goals and it was speculated that Brutus, who had become even colder in his old age, raised Abraxus in his own image. By the time Abraxus was an adult he was known to be colder and crueler than Brutus ever had been. Brutus had negotiated a marriage contract for Abraxus before he died and a year after his grandfathers death Abraxus had introduced the magical world to Lucius Brutus Malfoy. Septimus had died shortly after this leaving Abraxus the Malfoy Estate and Abraxus had ruled the estate and his own family with an iron fist. Abraxus’ own wife had tried to escape him twice only to be captured and returned. Abraxus had had Lucius betrothed to the youngest Black sister by the time his boy had been in Second year and just as well he had because he’d died of Dragonpox in Lucius’ final year of schooling. Lucius was the spitting image of his father and had seen the contract through marrying Narcissa Black and smugly announcing the birth of their son Draco Abraxus Malfoy two years later.

It was here a lot of the information had dried up probably because Lucius and Draco were still alive. What Hermione could conclude though was that Malfoy’s cruel streak was genetic. Generations of Malfoy’s had been instilling these power hungry, cold, cunning traits in their sons for centuries. Is this what Dumbledore had been speaking about? Did he believe that because Draco had chosen a Muggleborn witch for a partner despite his family’s stand against it since Brutus that she could somehow use Draco’s attachment to her to break this cruel family legacy? That was a lot to ask. And she supposed on some level that it came down to just how much he really wanted her. Dumbledore, as always, was either a genius or was completely and utterly bonkers.

XxXxXx

On the third day - the fifth day of Malfoy being away - Hermione had woken up a little after 9am, had showered and had sat herself down at the kitchen table for breakfast. She’d hidden the tome carefully away inside a box full of Malfoy’s old Slytherin jerseys which had been stored at the top of his closet. She’d done this each day just in case he returned. She didn’t want to have to explain to him how she’d gotten her hands on a book he’d not stocked in the apartment for her to read. It was just as well she’d followed her routine and carefully hidden the book that morning because today was the day that he’d return - she just didn’t know it yet.

So she’d been seated at the kitchen table and pondering over what Ginny had been doing the last two days as Hermione hadn’t seen her, when there was a loud crack and Malfoy appeared in the living room looking murderous. He dug his wand out of his robes and used it to slice open his palm before he tossed it away and stood very still, arms out, bloody palm upturned and began to chant in a low deep voice. Hermione could almost feel her blood chill as Malfoy’s grey eyes seemed to darken to black and a sharp cold breeze blew through the entire apartment. He scowled and the verse he chanted changed before, suddenly, he let his arms drop, the chanting stopped, the breeze stilled and slowly his eyes returned to grey. For a second, he looked around before he focused on her and stormed towards her, pulling her up out of her chair and roughly crashed his lips onto hers. His kiss was hard and strong and she could almost feel the passion there as his hands came down to grab a hold of her butt and host her up forcing her to wrap her legs around him for stability. Hermione was shocked by his actions but timidly she kissed him back as she felt him begin to walk. Why was she kissing him? Was it because she hadn’t seen him in four days? Was it because of what Ginny had said? Or Dumbledore? Or because she wanted to? She wasn’t sure. She felt him sit on the couch leaving her straddling him and a moment later she heard the fabric of her top rip as he tore it apart. His large hands squeezed her waist and then ran up her sides until they slipped under the cups of her bra and pinched her nipples and that’s when Hermione knew she had to stop him. Carefully, she pulled her lips from his and used her own hands to drag his away from her breasts.

“Malfoy, stop” she said, quietly.

His hand was still bleeding and she could see his blood on her body. He groaned,

“Don’t Granger. I need you”

“Stop” she said again, this time more firmly.

He did stop but the look on his face told her he was not happy about it. He rested a hand on her hip while he whispered a healing spell and they watched his cut hand repair itself.

“What was all that? The chanting and stuff” hermione asked him, quietly.

She hadn’t moved off his lap despite being able to feel how turned on he was because she was learning fast enough to know that she had to pick her battles. He scowled again.

“My father has found us”

“He’s found us?!” Hermione asked, panicked.

“He knows the building is missing from his sight and that he’s unable to enter. Some Goblin fucker at Gringotts found a work around to the secret keeper spell by showing him the deed - he’s now deceased - but my wards are holding for now”

“Malfoy he’s going to break through those wards” Hermione said, concerned.

“Draco” he said, “Malfoy is the name my father still holds and until he is rotting in his grave I shall not share that name with him”

“Draco” Hermione said quietly to appease him.

Draco nodded, “and he will break the wards but not yet. He suspects I am hiding something definitely but he underestimates me. He does not yet know of my plans - he simply suspects I’m hiding something ‘teenage’ like a girl”

“Which you are” Hermione said.

“Yes I am… among other things but don’t worry Princess. He’ll not get his hands on you anymore than he’ll get his hands on my plans”

“But you said he’s going to get in here”

Draco nodded, “And he will but we have time yet and a safe house for when that happens. His curiosity is no more than parental snooping right now - he’s in no hurry”

“So your wards are blood wards? You share the same blood”

“We do” Draco nodded, “But there are hundreds of blood wards - it will take him time to figure out which ones I’ve used and then time to realise that I’ve used more than one type woven together”

Weaving blood wards together was very clever and Hermione found herself rather impressed by him.

“So did you miss me?” he asked her, smirking.

His once bloody hand moved to flip up the skirt she’d been wearing and dove into the panties she’d been wearing.

“Stop” Hermione said, trying to squirm away from him.

“I missed you” he told her ignoring her protest.

She could feel his finger stroking her and what was worse was that it felt good.

“If I did miss you, you’re ruining it now” Hermione told him, indicating to his hand.

Sighing heavily, Malfoy withdrew his hand and rolled his eyes at her.

“You’re playing with fire here Granger. I have needs, needs I want you to fulfil and you’re fighting me while I’m trying to be a decent bloke and not force you… but if you keep fighting me you’re going to lose Princess”

His voice had taken on a rougher tone and Hermione shuddered slightly. She could feel the angry tension in his body at her refusal.

“Is Blaise back?” she asked him, to distract him.

He nodded, “and he’s probably balls deep in some orifice of little Red right now. We’ll give him another hour and then I shall call a meeting”

“A meeting?”

He nodded, “Yes. Its time you met another friend of mine”

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Just over an hour later, a freshly dressed Hermione watched as Blaise and Theodore Nott arrived at the apartment accompanied by Ginny. The two boys took a seat at the kitchen table and accepted the tumblers Draco handed to them. Hermione stood in the kitchen leaning against the kitchen bench and was joined by an unsure looking Ginny - the last time she’d been here Hermione had kicked her out after all.

“Hey ‘Mione. How are you?” Ginny said, quietly.

Not bothering to answer, Hermione had simply turned to her and smiled.

“Well” Nott said,taking an eager sip of his drink, “Let me just begin this meeting by saying well done Draco for your capture and imprisonment of Granger. I’m against imprisonment myself but if I found someone who looks as fuckable as she does right now maybe I’d have to change my mind. Well at least you can stop tearing up all those Muggle girls now right?”

He looked at her and winked as he said this and Hermione wondered if he’d said this in front of her on purpose to warn her as she felt her stomach churn terribly. Ginny simply gasped as Malfoy shot Nott a chilling look.

“She chose to be here you wanker” Malfoy hissed.

“Did she though?” Nott questioned, “I mean I never would have imagined her passing up the chance to suck Weasel cock every night”

“I doubt he could go a round every night mate” Blaise input.

In response, Malfoy slammed his hand down on the table,

“Enough! We did not come here to discuss this shit”

“Ah yes now while you mention it Draco, why are we here? Not that being summoned to your place isn't fun but after four bloody days - pun intended incase you were wondering Granger - with your father but a man’s got shit to do - he’s gotta sleep, he’s gotta eat, he’s gotta get his cock out”

Another comment and Hermione felt her stomach turn again. She chanced a glance at Ginny who was watching the boys and looking very unhappy.

“You’ll get your chance Theo” Draco said, “But first we’ve something to discuss - there’s a raid planned two nights from today and I think we should inform Potter’s merry band of followers”

He looked to Hermione and she glared back at him, a response to his comment about the Order and Nott’s comments about him.

“Go on” Blaise said, slowly.

“Lucius doesn't plan to tell us about this raid until the night of, when he will summon us. He’s paranoid that the Order will get to one of his followers and show up at the raid if he announces it before hand so only he and Rudolphus know right now. If we inform the Order, not only can they hopefully pull their barely competent arses together enough to take out some of his numbers but Lucius will also begin to doubt Rudolphus”

“How did you find out if they are the only ones who know?” Hermione asked him.

“I’ve got my ways Princess but trust me there’s no way he’ll connect the leak to me. I was preoccupied while this little discussion took place - we all were” Draco answered, smirking.

His tone implied something Hermione was sure she didn’t want to know. Her skin already crawled at the idea of being alone with him when this meeting was over. A part of her told her that none of what Nott implied should have shocked her - Malfoy had told her he took part in it all by choice but the other half of her wondered why it was Dumbledore still felt he was worth saving? What good could someone so despicable have to play in this world? And how could she even begin to try to save him? She was basically powerless.

“And we fight against the Order I’m assuming? To maintain our cover?”

Draco nodded, “Hurt but don’t kill if you can help it. It’ll upset Saint Potter”

“Oh!” Nott said, clapping his hands together excitedly, “Good news Blaise! Mummy and daddy Weasel get to live another day to disapprove of you! Phew! What a relief!”

‘Envy really isn’t your colour Theo mate” Blaise said, snidely.

“Envy pfft!” Nott replied, “So when do we contact this Order mob?”

“Today” Draco said, “We only have today and tomorrow to prepare ourselves since we don’t know when on the 3rd day Lucius will summon us”

“Well you do that then - I’m going to get back to that afore mentioned shit to do”

Hermione watched as Nott gave Draco a clap on the back and got up to leave. When he was gone, Draco took his empty class and offered Blaise another drink which he accepted. He left to go and get the refills leaving Hermione alone with Blaise and Ginny.

“Theo can be a right tosser something Granger” Blaise said by way of apology.

“But not a liar” Hermione said, angrily.

Well no” Blaise said thoughtfully, “He is bloody annoyingly honest”

“Was Malfoy this only one out there raping and murdering the last four days?” Ginny asked, the rage obvious in her voice.

Blaise frowned, looking a bit pissed off, “You know I would never sully myself with them when I’ve got you Ginerva. I make their deaths quick and painless where I can”

A part of Hermione hated Ginny for looking relieved,

“He’s disgusting” Hermione seethed, “He’s got no moral code at all. There is nothing redeemable about him”

That last line she said to herself more than anything.

“I doubt you believe that Granger or you’d be putting up more of a fight about being kept here and you should trust that gut feeling. You really have no idea the power a woman can wield over a man who loves her”

“He wouldn’t know love if it bit him on his cunning forked tongue” Hermione hissed.

Blaise shook his head at her, “You’re wrong Granger. Draco loves you in his own way but hatred and disapproval aren’t going to make him change his ways. He’s been brought up around hatred and disapproval his whole life. You’re going to have to offer him something he wants more”

His eyes ran suggestively up and down her body and if Hermione’s glare could have killed, Blaise would have been dead.

“Blaise enough” Ginny snapped, “You promised me Hermione was safe. This is not safe - Malfoy is not safe”

“I’ve kept her pretty bloody safe so far” Draco said sharply as he returned with the drinks.

“Ha!” Ginny said, II know what you’ve done to Hermione so far - you call that safe?”

“Ah” Malfoy smirked, “I see you’ve heard about that unfortunate business with the fireplace. I lost my temper there but my girl also realised that respect is something she will bring to our relationship - namely respect of me. Believe it or not Red, really I couldn’t give a fuck, but I don’t advocate violence against the women I love”

“Just all other women” Ginny spat, “You’re a fucking disgusting rapist”

“Ginny we’re leaving” Blaise said firmly as Draco’s eyes flashed angrily.

“Fine” Ginny said, “Come on Hermione, let’s go”

“Granger stays” Malfoy growled.

“If you think I’m leaving Hermione here - “ Ginny shouted.

Draco stood up quickly, the angry tension in his body obvious and yet Ginny did not cower.

“I’ll be fine Gin, go” Hermione muttered.

Blaise took Ginny’s hand and tried to lead her away but Ginny fought him,

“Mione he’s dangerous”

“He always has been. I’ve survived so far”

Ginny really didn’t want to leave her, Hermione could see that, but Blaise was no longer giving her any leeway and he forced her to go leaving Hermione alone in the apartment with Malfoy with nothing but her own doubts, fear and sadness. The front door slammed and needing something to do Hermione gathered up the three empty drinking glasses and took them to the sink to wash them.

“So go on Granger, let me have it” Malfoy challenged her.

His tone suggested he was looking for a fight and Hermione knew it wasn’t the kind of fight that she could compete against him in. Ginny had pushed him to the edge of violence and Hermione wouldn’t repeat “that unfortunate business with the fireplace” if she could help it so she simply said,

“I’ve nothing to say”

She washed the glasses and stacked them on the dish rack to dry turning to find a raging Malfoy standing barely a metre away from her,

“You just found out that the man who loves you spent the last few days away from you fucking and murdering people and you’ve got nothing to say?”

Hermione looked at him, sadly, while trying to make sure she chose her next words carefully,

“What else can I say? You claim to know me so well and you claim to love me but someone who knew me so well would know how I feel about what you’ve done and someone that claimed to love me would never put me in the position where I could do nothing for those people but sit there silently in the background but here we are. Now excuse me”

She edged around him carefully and was relieved when he didn’t move or follow her as she left him standing there in the kitchen. She needed to be away from him, to be alone, as she was consumed by the thoughts of all the lives he’d destroyed the past four days while she’d been here considering if there may be a chance that he could be saved. She’d been wrong, he couldn’t.

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