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Sacrifice	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 15362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: New story here. I have quite a few ideas of where this one can go but have an ending in mind already. It will probably only have four or five chapters, and this one is mostly to set the tone, but in my head it's going to be filthy, so ideas are welcome and I'll do my best to accommodate.
Chapter 1 - Imprisonment
‘Just another few pages, Granger,’ he whispered hotly into her ear as she squirmed in his lap. She groaned and looked down at the parchment of the Daily Prophet on the desk in front of her, but was having a very hard time concentrating when Malfoy’s large cock was pressed fully inside her, unmoving for nearly an hour now.
‘Malfoy,’ she bit out angrily.
‘You asked to see this,’ he said, just as low and seductive as before. ‘You wanted proof that your Order was losing this war. I’m only obliging your request.’
She groaned again as she tried to focus the pages into her vision. War, death, destruction. It seems like it had been all she had known since she had found out that she was a witch and honestly, she was tired of it. So tired of fighting.
She knew rationally that what she was feeling was a form of Stockholm Syndrome. There was no other way that she might actually develop feelings for Draco Malfoy of all people, but since her capture over three months ago, he had been the only one to show her any kindness, though it was usually in the form of fucking her through sometimes innumerable orgasms.
She had originally been put into a sort of dungeon cell and tortured for information, but when it was not forthcoming, she was moved to this room. And for nearly three months she had been trapped here, unable to leave or contact anyone, and visited every few days by Malfoy. At first, he had only asked her the same questions over and over, but when one conversation became particularly heated and he had pushed her against the wall with his big, strong hand around her neck, there was no way she could hide her arousal at the show of strength and power.
And now, though he still asked her the same questions each time he came to see her, he also spent most of the time asking said questions with his cock buried deep into one of her holes.
‘What happened to the others?’ she asked finally, shifting again on his lap and he held her hips in place, forcing her to stay still and warm his cock until he had shown her every page of the newspaper. She had asked him this question many times before but he had never given her a straightforward answer, copying her treatment of his own questions to her.
‘The others you were captured with?’ he asked softly, now running a hand up her side, hefting the weight of her breast in his hand and gently tweaking a nipple. She nodded as she groaned again. She was captured with a few of the other Order members, including Ginny Weasley and Lavender Brown and she suddenly got a sickening feeling in her stomach that maybe Malfoy did this to all of them. Though she didn't exactly want to dwell on that feeling of jealousy for very long.
‘The blonde one didn’t last long. She joined our ranks and is now fighting for our side. The Weasley girl is dead,’ he said nonchalantly, pinching her nipple again hard.
Hermione gasped and tried to look around at him, but he held her chin and forced her to look back down on the page. ‘If you had been paying attention to that and not to my cock, Granger, you would have read that her body was found not too long ago.’
Hermione nearly cried as his hand moved down to rest lightly around her throat. ‘Why?’ she asked feebly.
‘She made a promise to the Dark Lord that she couldn’t keep.’
‘So you killed her?’ Hermione asked angrily, trying to shake out of his grasp, but his hand tightened around her throat and his cock stayed firm within her.
‘It was her own doing,’ he said cryptically. ‘I did not kill her, though I have killed several of the others.’
He relaxed his grip and turned a few more pages of the Prophet while Hermione cried silently. When he finally closed over the last page, she was shaking in his arms, though the room was quite warm. ‘Your little boyfriend is still alive,’ he said conversationally and she turned to him now in surprise.
‘He’s—’ she stuttered, her heart fluttering. She thought they would have killed him immediately when they were captured. If he was still alive, they might still have a chance.
Malfoy nodded. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘And even though it’s untrue that only he can defeat the Dark Lord, we are willing to let him go.’
Hermione turned her head towards Malfoy. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked cautiously.
Malfoy breathed out through his nose and looked her in the eye. He really was a dangerous man, and being the right hand and so-called ‘Prince’ of the Dark Lord, he was one of the most powerful men in the magical world at the moment.
He pressed his lips against the side of her neck and caressed her breast again, shifting slightly under her, and the thought of his power mixed with the movement made her contract involuntarily around his length. He hissed through his teeth. ‘The Dark Lord wants something from you, Granger,’ he said. ‘A promise, if you will. And if he gets it, he’ll let your little boyfriend free.’
‘He’s not—’ Hermione started, but then closed her mouth. She only had to make a promise to the Dark Lord and they would let him go? He could rally the troops, get them back into gear. Fight.
‘You’re thinking about it,’ Malfoy said, gripping her hip and moving her back against him, shifting his cock even further into her.
‘Why—why would you do that? What do I need to promise?’ she asked, panting.
‘Ah, ah. That’s not up to me to tell you. But I’ll ask the Dark Lord to come talk to you if you want,’ he said as he now moved his hand down over her tummy to begin stroking her slit, finally letting her move on his cock for the first time in over an hour.
She shivered again. To be in the presence of the Dark Lord, of that much dark magical energy? She wasn’t sure if she could do it. But she had to, didn’t she? It wasn’t really a choice. It was the only way that there might be a slight chance of winning this war.
Malfoy banded his arm around her waist, lifting her up and pushing her forward onto to the desk. He pulled his cock free of her and then teased her entrance with the fat head. ‘What do you say then, Granger?’
She pushed back against him wantonly and he chuckled and moved his cock away. She groaned out again and he pushed forward until just his cockhead was inside her entrance.
‘What do you say?’ he asked a bit more angrily, leaning forward to grab her hair and she gave a bit of yelp.
‘Okay!’ she yelled and then sighed in satisfaction as he slammed his hips forwards and filled her again.
So. Fucking. Full.
He fucked her hard, whispering the dirty things that he loved to do to her and how much she loved it. And as much as she hated it, she did love it. She had never been fucked this way before she was captured and she had a sudden feeling of regret that if the Order did succeed, she might never feel anything like this again.
Her head fell forwards against the desk as Malfoy grabbed her hips tight and ground his cock into her again and again, stretching her more than she ever thought was possible, and she didn't think that any other cock would ever be enough for her again.
On that thought, and on Malfoy’s thick cock, she came. She came hard, screaming her orgasm to the wall in front of her and Malfoy thrust a couple more times and then pulled back quickly and shot his hot cum over her lower back before leaning over her, breathless. ‘Say it again,’ he said, shifting his softening cock against her bottom.
‘Okay,’ she panted. ‘Alright, I’ll meet with him.’
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When it had been a week and no one had visited her, Hermione had given up on the idea that it might actually be the beginning of the end of the war. She was laying in her bed reading a book when she finally felt the wards around the door lower and she looked up.
The door opened and Malfoy walked in first, followed by Him. The Dark Lord.
His eyes ran over her form as she stood up (wearing only the nighty that she had been given) and they were full of almost lustful appreciation. She wasn’t sure why that made her cheeks flush.
‘Hermione Granger,’ he said in a satisfied tone.
She held her chin high as she looked him over as well. Dark black hair, messily falling over his forehead into startlingly green eyes, down to his lips which were pulling into a sultry smirk.
The Dark Lord.
The Chosen One.
Harry Potter.
Merlin, she forgot how fucking beautiful he was.
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