Author's Notes:

Here's the darkest part of the story, dearest readers! This chapter contains non-con, as warned in the first chapter's beginning notes (this was one of my recipients requirements, and it works with the over-arcing plot). The reason for the italics, the tense change, and the drastic character personality changes will become clear as you continue to read the story. Please hang in there for the big reveal as to why this has happened to come soon!

The story unfolds...


"I get her first."

With effort, Hermione pries her eyelids apart and tries to focus on the speaker. It takes a second or two for the mop of messy, champagne-coloured hair attached to the rather blurry man before her becomes familiar enough for her to piece together the identity of the wizard.

It's Draco.

As his handsome, aristocratic features become more and more distinct, she is given confirmation of that guess. There is only one man in the world with eyes that remind her of an arctic sky at full noon, and whose strong, beautiful hands have, in secret, made her wonder as to their potential for gentleness in their touch.

"Fine, but I get her mouth."

Full consciousness returns slowly, and she feels dim-witted and slow even when colours bloom before her eyes and angles take shape, but she definitely recognizes Blaise as the other party in the room with them. His deep baritone is distinctive, with a cultured, rich timbre that conjures images of amber-coloured cognac and dimly-lit rooms filled with sweet-smelling smoke.

"What's going on?" she mumbles, her words garbled by her still-dazed state.

The two men appear to ignore her entirely, their negotiations holding their full attention.

Draco smirks. "I'm going to come in her cunt."

"I get to come down her throat."

"Fine. Agreed."

There is a hard yank to her shoulders and ankles then as she feels magic flow over her, and her wrists and feet are pried apart against her will.

What's happening?

When she is spread open in an obscene spread-eagle formation, she feels hands on the bare skin of her hip and for the first time, Hermione realises that she is naked. A quick glance downward confirms that suspicion. It also confirms that she is slightly off the ground, being held in place by some sort of spell.

With a firm push against the nape of her neck by Blaise, she is tipped forward until she is bent in half at the waist. Something rubs through the seam at the apex of her thighs; it feels like a finger, and it is not gentle in the least.

"She's bone dry," Blaise states the obvious. "I can fix that, though."

More magic glides over her skin and through her bones, finding a home in her womb. To her utter humiliation, her body is suddenly clenching with arousal, achy and within seconds, she is beginning to perspire from sexual need. "Oh... God..." She moans as the finger returns to its previous investigations, slicking through the now-drenched folds of her pussy. When two of them thrust up into her channel, she cries out from the pleasure.

Draco is suddenly in her face, gripping her bangs in a tight hold and pulling her so their noses are even. He stares her dead in the eye and gives her a mocking smirk filled with triumph.

"Blaise and I worked it out, and now I finally get to have you, Granger. What do you say about that?"

Shaking from head to toe as Blaise continues to plunge his hand in and out of her desperate cunt, Hermione can only whimper, alternating between shaking her head and nodding it. It feels good, and it feels horrible, and she is lost in the sensations, unable to think, only to feel.

Draco drops his mouth to try to kiss her, but suddenly Blaise is there with his free hand pressed over her mouth. "Nuh-uh. I get her mouth first. When you're ready to give up her pussy, we'll switch. Her kiss is mine until then."

"Fucker," Draco growls, but steps away.

He saunters around behind her, and Blaise's warm hand slips from between her thighs, moving off.

Two cool hands take its place, gripping her hips in a tight hold and steadying her. She feels the probe of something stiff and quite insistent at the entrance of her vagina, aligning itself for penetration. Hermione coos with pleasure as it presses in just a little before backing off, and then replays the action again and again, building up her anticipation.

"Like that, do you?" Draco taunts, pushing the head of his cock in and stilling. He rocks against her very gently back and forth, entering her by increments, and torturing her in the doing.

"Yes," Hermione hisses, captive to whatever spell he'd cast upon her to amplify her desire.

A hand comes down hard on her arse and she cries out at the painful sting to her flesh.

"Too bad. I'm not in the mood to indulge a rotten slag like you," Draco taunts. "Maybe if you hadn't been such an incredibly dick tease for months I might be a little more generous, but now you can forget it. This is all about what I want."

He rears his pelvis back, hovering at the small opening of her channel, and then with power, he drives his hips forwards, slamming his full length into her with one mighty shove. Hermione screams at being stretched wide open... and nearly faints from the pain when he stills to cast an Engorgio upon his sex while deep inside her. The spell swells him until he's too big, too long.

It hurts!

When he is ready to move, Draco does so with relentless determination and skill. She adjusts, as her body is meant to do, and soon, the pain begins to evolve into a strange form of pleasure. He fucks into her hard, deep, and takes her to the edge within minutes... but then he changes the angle ever so slightly, avoiding the sensitive spot inside that is guaranteed to bring her, assuring she won't come. Hermione nearly cries from frustration, and as he sadistically laughs as she begins begging for him to let her orgasm.

For what seems forever, Draco utterly dominates her, taking her with strong, complete strokes at a pace that is nearing brutal. Now her pleas turn to screams as the pleasure returns to pain. "Please let it end. Please pull out. Please stop hurting me."

How could she have ever loved and trusted him, she wonders? How had she been so utterly wrong about his intentions and feelings for her? The truth is hard for her to accept: Draco has never changed. He is a Death Eater, one of the wizarding elite, a pureblood supremist, and she... she is just a sickly, unattractive girl with a weak immune system, hailing from common Muggle stock, and unable to protect herself. She is an anomaly of nature that never should have been. She is a tease, fickle, and manipulative when it comes to men. She deserves this. She truly deserves to be punished like this.

She cries louder and harder at these horrible revelations.

"Do something with that mouth of hers already, Blaise," Draco finally commands, slapping her buttocks again in a series of vicious smacks that smart her flesh. "She makes too much bloody noise."

As if he'd been waiting for such a cue, Blaise steps before her and reaches for the button and zip of his trousers. He takes them down and steps out of them. Fully erect, his dark, heavily veined cock is as thick as her wrist, and as long as her forearm. The crown is a knob of damp, light cocoa flesh, and the twin weights hanging below are tight and engorged. He strokes over that massive length once, twice, and then brings it to her lips.

"Open up, lover. Suck me," he bids with a nasty sneer, emphasising the endearment with a disdainful tone. "And if you dare to bite, I'll rip your nipples off, so behave."

Being pounded from behind forces her panting mouth to open... and Blaise takes advantage, slipping right in, going to the back of her throat on the first thrust. Hermione gags, but he is already pulling out and shoving forward again before she can catch a breath. With one hand, he grips a hunk of her hair and pulls her forward, while with the other he cups her cheek to assure the right angle. He then sets a pace that is unconcerned for her comfort or pleasure, much as Draco's rhythm.

"Good girl," he murmurs, slapping her cheek rather hard. "Take me deeper. Deeper. Hold there until I say you can breathe."

Within minutes, he is practically down her throat with each surge forward, and Hermione is crying from the pain of her oesophagus being damaged, and the continual fear of suffocation. Behind her, Draco has slowed his pace to match Blaise's, and they are like two pistons moving in perfect synchronicity, flowing in and out of her swollen, slick body without resistance and in harmony.

Her body is on fire from the damage she's taking, and her heart is utterly broken... and all Hermione can do is wish for death as the torment that these two men heap upon her –men she'd been falling in love with, she now admits– seems endless.

"This is fucking amazing!" Draco sighs with contentment, his hold on her hips bruising. "Yeah, take that pounding cock. You like that, Mudblood? Yeah, you like it. You're a whore and this is all you're good for – a hole to fuck."

"Hell, I'm going to come," Blaise tells them both, his breath sawing from his lungs, stroking into her faster. "Oh, fucking hell!" He tugs on her hair, pulling her mouth up, and angles the head of his cock at the seam of her lips, gripping it in the palm of his hand to keep it still. She is forced by the angle and the pain in her jaw to part her lips... just in time for his hot semen to splash across the roof of her mouth and onto her tongue. She chokes on it, spitting it out, and it dribbles down her chin. Much more of it, however, ends up down her throat and she forces herself to swallow it, afraid that if she coughs it back up, Blaise will do something terrible to her.

"Shit," she hears Draco mutter. His thighs and abdomen tighten up against her back, and she knows he is about to go over the edge, too. "I'm coming, too. Oh, shit!"

He pumps into her and gasps loudly, and Hermione knows he is ejaculating deep into her unprotected pussy with each thrust. He spanks her hard again, and her throbbing, red skin feels scalded, like a bad carpet burn. Hermione cries in pain... and in relief. It is finally over.

Blaise lets go of his hold on her hair, and her head slumps forward, pulled by gravity. She spits more of his come from her mouth, watching as it splashes against the waxed wood flooring below.

To her consternation, the two men switch places.

Draco pulls her head up by the hair this time, and gives her a smirk worthy of his father's heritage. "Now, now, slag... we're not quite done yet. We have seven months worth of sexual frustration to work off." He pries her lips apart with his fingers and shoves his cock into her mouth. "Get busy."

Behind her, Blaise's fingers are smearing Draco's release all up and down the crack of her backside, and then his finger is tunnelling into the small, virgin rosette of her arse.

Hermione squeezes her eyes shut and anticipates the pain still yet to come.

Is this Hell? It must be. But what did she ever do to end up here?

Wait, where is here? The last thing she remembers is being in the living room in Grimmauld Place...

Softly, in the background, growing louder, she hears the familiar, tinny song from a music box being played over and over again.

'I know that sound', she thinks, memory returning abruptly, slamming into her cerebral cortex with all the power of a freight train, turning this reality completely on its ear. 'I… remember now. I know why all of this is happening.'

She lifts her head to the sky, and shouts at the top of her lungs, "This isn't real! None of this is really happening! This is all an elaborate make-believe!" Her throat burns, and her tears nearly choke her. "I know what you are, and what you're trying to do, and I'm telling you it won't work! Do you hear me? I KNOW AND IT WON'T WORK! I'll never blame them for this, because it isn't really them – it's all you, you evil, half-blood bastard!"

Abruptly, the music stops.

A blinding, white light shines through her shut lids, and she is instantly teleported… out.

XXX~~~XXX~~~XXX

This time, regaining full consciousness is less painful, but more a struggle for Hermione. It's like running through waist-high water.

"-told you we needed to examine it a bit more. I knew it wasn't safe. For goodness sake, it burned my daughter's fingers that time!"

The voice was so familiar. Was that Molly?

"It shouldn't have mattered. Sirius' charm should have kept her out."

Lupin. Hermione would know that gravelly voice anywhere.

"But it didn't, and now look what's happened!" Molly insisted, clearly upset. "It needs to be taken from here and put away where it won't hurt anyone else! I won't have it hurt anyone else, Remus!"

Hermione tried to open her eyes to see, and her mouth to speak, but neither body part would respond. Curiously, it felt as if she were petrified by a spell of some sort, except she could wiggle her toes and fingers when she concentrated.

"She's coming 'round!"

Harry.

Her best friend was here! She hadn't seen him in over seven months and could have cried with relief that he was here now, when she needed his warm, sure strength to tell her everything would be all right.

"Hermione, can you hear me?" he asked.

Slowly, painfully she dipped her chin in a small nod. It was the best she could do given whatever was restraining her at the moment.

"You're safe. They brought in Madam Pomfrey in secret. She has you under some sort of charm to prevent you from moving too much. You've been injured, but you're healing."

His solid, calloused palm stroked over her head, soothing her.

"Just relax and sleep, Hermione," Molly encouraged, her soft, small hands patting one of Hermione's own in a comforting, maternal gesture. "Let the potions do their work, dear. By tomorrow, you'll be fine."

"I'll stay with you," Harry promised her. "Ron and Ginny, too. We're all going to watch over you, so sleep, okay?"

She wanted to ask where Draco and Blaise were. She wanted to warn them not to touch the music box now that she'd figure out its secret. She wanted to tell her friends how much she'd missed them… In the end, though, she let the darkness take her back into its arms, and she slept until her mental and physical wounds healed.

TO BE CONTINUED...


Author's Notes:

That was painful to get through, I know, but that was the only dark part in the story, and the reason for it will all make sense in the next chapter. Just hang in there!

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