Another warning: Do not read if non-consensual sex is a trigger for you or if stories of this nature are not to your liking. There is much more to this story, but it's not going to be an easy journey. You have been warned!

Chapter reposted 7/23/18 - Thanks to LissaDream for her BETA help!

Chapter Two

Hermione was at a loss. When she got back to her dorm and undressed, she noticed some bruising on her hips. She couldn't remember doing anything that would have caused it. She also had forgotten to put on knickers...again. What was wrong with her? Clearly, she was distracted these days. Either that or someone was messing with her. Her obsession with helping Harry as well as investigating Draco's activities while doing work for nine classes was obviously taking its toll on her. She felt off somehow and was surprised to find she had been gone almost an hour and a half when she got back from searching for Draco. It felt like she had only been searching for forty-five minutes or so.

The next morning, she got up and headed down to the prefect's bathroom. The door was warded to block her entrance, so she knew a male must be inside. Otherwise, it would have let her enter. She decided to wait a few minutes. She really preferred the prefects bath to the ones in her dorm. After about ten minutes, Malfoy came sauntering out of the bath and into the hall. As he walked by, he looked her up and down with a knowing smirk. It was offensive, frankly...like he knew her secrets. His hair was damp, and he smelled good. It was familiar somehow... sandalwood, maybe? She tried not to look at him or have any interaction with him.

When she stepped into the bathroom, she flicked her wand and the swimming pool sized tub quickly filled with lavender scented water. Using the steps, she glided into the inviting and caressing warmth, immediately feeling herself relax. She felt sore; sore from her unexplained bruises and sore between her legs for some reason. Maybe it was from wearing jeans and no underwear.

After a fifteen-minute soak, she went back to the dorm to drop off her bath things and meet up with Harry and Ron. They were waiting for her and the three of them headed to the great hall for breakfast. As Hermione ate, she felt like she was being watched. She followed the pull and caught Draco Malfoy looking at her while whispering in the ear of Blaise Zabini. Zabini was watching her as well and they both had small smiles on their faces. They didn't even care that she had caught them staring. They just went on watching her until Pansy sat down on the other side of Malfoy and their focus turned to her. It was weird, and Hermione felt oddly self-conscious.

She left breakfast a little early, telling Ron and Harry she would catch up with them later. She contemplated going to see Madam Pomfrey about the soreness she was experiencing but feared the witch would assume Hermione had been having sex or something. She didn't feel like having her denials not believed. Madam Pomfrey lectured constantly about students engaging too early and warned of the dangers of an unplanned pregnancy. It was like she assumed the castle was full of hormonal rabbits or something. It irritated Hermione. She was responsible and had no intention of having sex before graduating. She didn't need someone lecturing what she already knew. She got enough of that in her classes.

Her first class was Ancient Runes which she unfortunately shared with Malfoy. He continued with his odd behavior. He wasn't staring at her, but he definitely kept an eye on her and she could feel his gaze.

This continued into the next class as Transfiguration was shared with the Slytherins as well. Malfoy was leering at her more openly and Zabini kept glancing her way, his eyes roving over her inappropriately. She found herself pulling and pressing her skirt, willing it to be a little longer and cover her knees. She felt dirty somehow.

She didn't have any more classes with Malfoy or any other Slytherins that day and the rest of her day improved because of it. At dinner she chose to sit facing away from the dreaded snakes, so that she could eat in peace.

That night she contemplated going in search of the elusive Slytherin but had too much work to do on her Transfiguration essay. Yeah, it was Friday night, but she didn't want it worrying her all weekend. Getting it done now would leave her free to enjoy Saturday and Sunday studying what interested her. When she was finally finished, it was after eleven. She borrowed Harry's map before going to bed and saw that Malfoy was lingering in that same area of the 4th floor corridor he had been at all week, only this time he had Zabini with him. She was almost curious enough to go and try to catch him, but she was too tired.

Saturday, Hermione arrived at breakfast early. She had slept better than she had in almost a week and woke up feeling more like herself. When she dressed, she made sure she had on knickers. The other odd piece of the puzzle was that she was missing some of her knickers. At least two pair, maybe three. It was a Hogsmeade Saturday, so she would just have to purchase a few pair when she could slip away from Harry and Ron. The house elves worked so hard and she didn't want to say anything to them. It was ok if a couple pairs of knickers got lost in the shuffle.

Hogsmeade was a blast. Ginny and Harry had gone off for some alone time and she had spent the afternoon with Ron. Ron had kissed her for the first time a couple months before and things had been slightly awkward ever since – but not today. Today was as if that kiss had never happened and she was relieved. She determined that she just didn't love Ron that way. She loved him and Harry the same, like they were her brothers. When it started to get late, she told Ron to head back without her as she had to go buy some "girl stuff". Ron had turned pink and told her he would see her back at the castle. She just didn't feel comfortable dragging him into Penny's Pink Palace with her, not that he would have come.

After she had made her purchase, she started walking back towards the castle. It was getting dark and cold. She pulled her cloak tight around her and quickened her pace. She decided to take a short cut through a wooded area that would take about ten minutes out of the return journey. She contemplated not doing it, but there was a small group ahead of her that was taking the shorter path as well.

As she was walking, the small group seemed to disperse. A few had gone on ahead but two were lingering. As she got closer a feeling of dread overcame her. It was Malfoy and Zabini. Malfoy was casually leaning against a tree and Zabini was sitting on a stump. As she got closer she started walking faster, intending to get by them as quickly as possible.

This, however, was not what happened. Malfoy stepped out in front of her. "What's in the bag, Granger?"

"Looks like lingerie," Zabini taunted, now standing behind her. She was trapped.

"Let me pass, Malfoy," she snapped aggressively, thinking it might make him back off.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." Malfoy started to step aside and continued, "Actually, Granger, the reason we stopped to wait for you is we need your help." She continued to walk, and he continued talking. "We're serious, Granger. Please?" She heard the quiet and non-threatening plea and stopped.

She looked at him on her right, finding he had lost the cocky sneer he usually wore. "What could you possibly need my help with and why would I want to help you in the first place?"

Zabini stepped up beside Malfoy. "Well, we're working on a project and we feel like your involvement would be most beneficial."

Hermione pulled her cloak tighter and started to shiver.

"Really, Granger? Are you a witch, or aren't you?" Draco shook his head in dismay and cast a warming charm over her. She felt like an idiot – why hadn't she thought of that? It was humiliating to miss something so simple and basic in front of the two Slytherins. "What we need your help with is a potion."

"What kind of potion?" she asked, skeptically.

"Well, we're trying to come up with an elixir that will prevent the drinker from doing anything against his or her will. In other words, it would prevent the drinker from being susceptible to the Imperious Curse or to a lust or love potion."

Hermione looked at Draco with surprise. "Wow, that's quite an undertaking. " Hermione was impressed, this went against everything she knew and believed about Malfoy. Why would he want to create such a thing?

Hermione started to walk. "I'm heading back. We can keep talking along the way unless you're ashamed to be seen with a Mudblood." Hermione rolled her eyes as she said it. That word no longer had any impact on her whatsoever. It was a stupid word with a ridiculous meaning. She knew she was a bright witch and knew from her Muggle biology studies exactly what her blood was made of, and it certainly wasn't mud!

Malfoy fell into step on her left and Zabini did the same on her right. "We've set up a potions lab in the Room of Requirement and we'd like to show you all the details when we get there."

She was suspicious. "You're Professor Snape's pet Slytherin, why wouldn't you just use his lab?"

Malfoy pleaded. "He offered, but we wanted our own set up and we need to have access twenty-four/seven. The potion needs constant tweaking. Snape would never allow us that kind of access."

They were getting closer to the castle. "I still don't get it. Why me?" She didn't trust them.

"Because you're smart, Granger. Brilliant, actually. Aren't you curious?"

She narrowed her eyes at the compliment. Draco Malfoy called me brilliant? This was getting fishier by the minute. Answering his question, she replied cautiously, "Yeah, I'm curious why you aren't going to Professor Snape for his help."

Zabini finally spoke, "Forget it, Draco. She's clearly not interested. I warned you she wouldn't put aside house rivalry to help us."

This got her attention. She stopped and turned to Zabini. "This has nothing to do with that! I just don't trust you two." She paused. "I tell you what, give me your notes and I'll take a look and give you my input."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, like that's going to happen. It's either you're in or you're out. What's it gonna be, Granger? Are you a Gryffindor or not? Where's your courage?"

She sighed heavily and thought for a moment. "Fine, Let's go." She was curious and besides, what was the worst thing that could happen? Hermione totally missed the looks the boys exchanged.

When they entered the Room of Requirement, it was set up as a small dark lab with a table in the middle. On the center of it, a cauldron was simmering with a golden hued potion. The room had a door to the right, which Hermione was curious about. She started to walk towards it, but Malfoy's words solved the mystery. "It's just a loo. Sometimes we sleep up here." Sure enough, there was a cot in the corner she hadn't noticed when she first walked in.

She turned towards the cauldron and Malfoy and Zabini slipped out of their outer robes, hanging them on a rack by the door. "So, what's the deal with the potion? Tell me about it." Hermione walked towards the cauldron and peered over the side looking down into it.

Malfoy was standing behind her smirking as he made lewd movements towards her backside. Zabini was chuckling to himself. "Take a good look and tell us what you think is in it," Malfoy suggested as he started to rub his hardening member over his jeans.

"Hmm, it looks like there is yellowroot, based on the hue, but that doesn't make sense. Yellowroot is a key ingredient in that lust potion Professor Snape was talking about last month. But that could be interesting – did you reverse it's properties somehow to create a...?" Gods, she was starting to feel warm. She started to unbuckle her robes, not having noticed the small vaporizer beside the cauldron that was blowing a light mist into her face. A cool sweat started to creep over her chest and neck and she felt a weird tingling in her stomach accompanied by a strong rush of desire washing over her. Before she had time to question herself she turned back toward Draco, urge and need overcoming her like a tidal wave. The desperation for him was unlike anything she had ever felt. Her eyes were blazing as she stepped towards him, her breath quickening. She lunged at him – desperate to kiss him, to touch him."Draco, you're a genius – this is amazing." Blaise was dumbfounded at Granger's sudden change in behavior.

Draco pushed her off him. "Oh, you've seen nothing yet. I have to admit I was unsure about the mist, but it made sense." Draco and Blaise had stayed back far enough to avoid the spray. With a flick of his wand, the vaporizer turned off.

Hermione was frustrated. Why wouldn't he let her touch him? "Draco let me kiss you. Let me touch you."

He looked maliciously at her. "You want me, Princess?"

"So much, Draco. I'll do anything for you. Please!"

"Beg. Beg me for it and you can have it." He stated imperiously as he looked down at her.

Hermione dropped to her knees, her hands grasping his legs. "Please, Draco! Please let me touch you. I want to kiss you and please you. I'll die if I can't get close to you."

"Okay, okay. But first I need you to undress, Princess." She looked back towards Blaise with an expression of concern.

"Just ignore Blaise. This is about you and me. He just wants to watch. You don't mind, do you? He's my best friend. I want him to see how magnificent you are."

Hermione's attention immediately moved back to Draco as she started to undress.

"That's it. Take everything off, but give me your knickers. I'd like to keep those." He watched as she took her clothes off quickly and handed him her favorite yellow knickers.

"She's got a tight little bod." Blaise started walking around her. "You sure you won't share?"

"No. Get your own toy. I'll give you the first flask for free, so you can try it out on the witch of your choice. After that, you'll have to pay like the others."

"You're going to make a fortune on this, Draco," Blaise said, his eyes glued to the neatly trimmed curls that covered her mound. "If I can't touch her, can I at least get a good look at her?"

"Princess, please undress me." Hermione eagerly stepped forward and started to unbutton Draco's shirt. She slipped it off his shoulders and started tugging the undershirt he was wearing over his head. "Easy, Princess. Tell you what. Go open that door over there." He gestured towards the door she had been told led to a loo.

Hermione walked toward the door and opened it. Inside was a large king-sized bed with Slytherin green sheets. Draco and Blaise followed her, both checking out the tight globes of her arse as Draco began to unfasten his jeans. "You know what would really please me?"

"Tell me, Draco! Anything!" She pleaded, turning back to him.

"Climb on the bed and lay in the middle of it. Spread your legs nice and wide and rub that little clit of yours. Show Blaise what delicious little pussy you have. As soon as you come I'll fuck you. How does that sound?"

She hopped up on the bed and immediately did as told.

"Merlin!" Blaise was dumbfounded. "Draco, you're a twisted fuck, but I love you! Salazar, she's positively dripping." Blaise unzipped his pants and pulled out his engorged cock, stroking himself while watching her.

Hermione didn't even notice Blaise because she was so focused on Draco. She was rubbing herself fast and hard and came quickly with a shudder. She had a dazed look and her chest was heaving as she caught her breath. Draco approached the bed, slipping out of his jeans and boxers as he climbed onto it. "Tell you what, Princess. I want you to ride me. Move over." She rolled over and he took her spot laying on his back.

He stroked himself. "Ok, climb on and have at me."

Hermione wasted no time. She climbed on him quickly but was at a loss for what to do next. Draco chuckled. "Such an innocent. Don't you worry – you'll be as well practiced and experienced as a two-knut whore by the time I'm done having fun with you." He eased her down on him. Damn, she felt so fucking good. "Just start moving. Do what feels good." Hermione started riding him fast and hard, unable to help herself. She couldn't get enough. Draco was watching her tits bounce as she practically hopped up and down on his shaft. He reached forward and grabbed her breasts, massaging them roughly. She leaned down and started kissing him as she rode him. He kissed her back, tangling his hands through her hair.

There was a grunt and a groan at the foot of the bed as Blaise came magnificently while watching them. Draco could feel himself getting close. "Princess, roll off me and lay on your back." She did as he said, and he quickly straddled her chest. "Open your mouth." She opened her mouth and after a few strokes with his hand, he came all over her face and in her mouth. He waited until the spurts stopped and rubbed his tip on her lips before pulling away. "Swallow it. Use your hands to get it all into your mouth.". He watched her swallow what was in her mouth before wiping her face and licking her fingers clean.

Draco slid off the bed. When she started to follow, he held his hands up to halt her. "Oh no, princess. Be still for a minute and I'll let you touch me again in a little bit."

She sulked but did as he said. Draco grabbed his clothes and started getting dressed. He turned to Blaise. "Okay, now is the tricky part. We need to be in the exact same spots we were in when she was induced." He turned back to Hermione. "Come on, princess. I need you to get dressed now." She slid off the bed and dashed to his side, staring up at him adoringly. "Grab your clothes and get dressed," he demanded, causing her face to fall.

They walked into the other room and after they were all fully clothed and Draco positioned them in the right spots. He casted the cleansing and contraception charms over her. "Here, drink this." He handed her a small silver flask and she obediently took a sip. He grabbed the flask from her hand and stepped back behind her.

Suddenly, Hermione started to feel cold and a little nauseated. Realization started to come over her and her face turned red. She started to panic just before Draco whispered, "Obliviate."

He waited about three seconds and then asked, "Well, what else besides yellowroot?"

Hermione was confused and felt really strange. It was like she forgot where she was for a second. "Huh?" she asked in a daze.

"Well, you figured out the yellowroot. What else do you see?"

She looked into the simmering cauldron but found she couldn't concentrate. "Malfoy, I'm not feeling well. Can we do this tomorrow night instead? I can be here at seven?"

"Sure, Granger. We just appreciate your talent however we can get it." He gave her a warm and innocent smile.

She felt weird, but also felt badly for not staying to help them. It was the first time either had ever been civil to her. She would come back tomorrow and help. Right now, she just wanted to get back to her dorm. She picked up her bag and walked toward the door. "See you tomorrow", she said with a wave and left the room.

Blaise high fived Draco. "Man, I can't wait to use this shit on Ginny Weasley."

Authors Note: I know this was a particularly disturbing chapter. It's probably going to get worse before it gets better.