Sorry for the slow update! Thank you so much for the reviews, you guys are honestly great. This chapter is a little longer than usual and contains some graphic detail. You have been warned.

Chapter Four

The First Punishment

Shortly after Malfoy left Hermione was taken to one of Malfoy Manor's grand bathrooms to wash herself. Only when she saw the bath water turn a cloudy brown did she realise how dirty she had been. Her bushy hair, too, had been a state and she was thankful for the strange shampoo-like potion that magically smoothed out the tangles and left her with shiny, silky brown curls. Even though the cuts she had gained since her capture stung, she added hot water from the snake-shaped tap until her bath was steaming and she did not stop scrubbing the places Malfoy had touched her.

When she got out she was grateful to find that Malfoy had left her a black nightie-like dress to change into – thank God that she wouldn't have to walk around in her underwear still in front of the other Death Eaters. Immediately she reproved herself. Why should I be grateful to that ferret? Putting it on, she found that it seemed to hang from, rather than cling to her body, but it was still fairly short and a long slit down the side showed a generous amount of thigh. Not very modest, but not exactly skimpy either. She supposed he wanted to show her off to his friends whilst letting them know that her body was for his eyes only.

"Miss?" A house elf popped his head around the door, and then gave a squeak when he saw what she was wearing. "M-Master Malfoy requires your presence now, Miss."

Taking a deep breath, Hermione followed the house elf.

Malfoy and the Death Eaters were in one of his sitting rooms, talking loudly, noisily eating the canapés a house elf was passing around and drinking what appeared to be Firewhiskey. Some of the Death Eaters she didn't recognise, but from among the throng she saw Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. I went to school with these boys, Hermione thought, feeling sickened.

The Death Eaters carried on their chatter, completely ignoring her. Hermione hovered awkwardly by the door at the edge of the room. It was only when Malfoy called her did the Death Eaters take any notice. A silence fell upon the room and they slowly turned to stare at her.

"Hello, my darling," Malfoy drawled, twiddling his glass between his long fingers. He gestured to the side of his armchair. "Come here."

Hermione made her way silently over to Malfoy. She held her head high but couldn't help feeling the Death Eaters' stares burning on her back.

"My God," one gasped in surprised approval as she passed. "Is that Potter's Mudblood?"

"Christ, Draco, half of Slytherin's been looking to get her. Last of the Golden Trio, and all that…"

"You must have paid a fortune for her…"

Hermione took her place beside Malfoy. Without even looking at her, Malfoy reached out and caressed her backside through the silk of her dress.

"Of course I did," he drawled smugly. "But, as you know, money is no object for a Malfoy."

"But still," someone persisted, sounding puzzled, "Why her? Having the smartest witch of her age is a good trophy and all, but you could have bought someone much more attractive for a fraction of the price…"

Malfoy smirked. "Well, I suppose you could say that I've had a bit of a rivalry with this one since first year. Had to put up with being scolded by my father because I was beaten in my exams by a Mudblood. Then the little slut punched me in the face in my third year."

Feeling Hermione turn rigid, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him. He placed both hands on her hips and pulled her onto his lap, shifting her until she was sitting on his crotch. With a sickening twist in her stomach, she felt something warm and hard digging uncomfortably into her rear. Please let that be his wand, please let that be his wand…

He began to suck on her neck.

"She was foiling a lot of my Death Eater plans before she was captured, too. Generally, she's been a bit of a nuisance," Malfoy went on casually. "Thought it was time I taught her a lesson."

A lot of the Death Eaters began to nod earnestly, as if Malfoy had just made a very clever investment.

The smooth voice Hermione recognised as belonging to Blaise piped up. "I own the Weasley girl and she cost me a fair few Galleons, being Potter's bitch and Weasley's sister. She's worth it though – pretty little thing. Wish she wouldn't fight so much every time I fuck her, though."

Hermione stiffened. A mixture of relief and disgust flowed through her. Ginny was alive… but being raped by Zabini? Without thinking, she turned to Blaise and snarled, "You foul, loathsome…"

She was cut off as Malfoy bit down on her neck – hard. He hissed in her ear, "Now, now, Granger, what did I tell you about showing me up in front of my friends?"

Hermione quietened.

"Good girl." Louder now, Malfoy said, "That's the thing, Blaise. You're too nice to her. You need to punish them when they step out of line. So, on your knees, Granger."

Hermione stared at him wide-eyed. "What?"

He answered her with a swift slap across her face. "Don't answer me back, you filthy little Mudblood. You need to be punished. So get on your knees."

There was no choice – she knew that if she misbehaved anymore she would make things much, much worse for herself. Alarm bells rang in her head as she crawled off of Malfoy's lap and kneeled on the cushion that had magically appeared by his feet. This can't be what I think it is - no, no, no…

As if he could read her mind, his eyes darkened. "Suck me off, Granger," he said silkily. "There's a good girl…"

She whimpered as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, pulled down his boxers… His member, long and smooth and pale, like the rest of him, and already very hard, sprang free…

She felt sick. To force her to do this was bad enough, but to force her do to it in front of his friends? She paused, her fist clasped around his large smooth member, and looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "Please…" she whispered.

"Begging for my cock already, Granger?" he said amusedly, before his eyes hardened with lust. "I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me, and you did. Suck – my – cock."

Shaking, she leaned forwards and gave the tip a tentative lick, then brought a little of his shaft into her mouth. Malfoy threw his head back and groaned. Suddenly impatient, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her down so that she was taking the whole length in. She choked; his cock was so big… He let her withdraw, but as soon as she'd managed to take a breath he forced her head down again. Tears filled her eyes as she choked on his member, moaning in pain and protest as he filled her mouth and left her short of air. His low groans and the wet slurping sound of her messy sucking filled her ears. They continued like that for a while, Malfoy grabbing her hair and making her head bob up and down his perfect, creamy-white cock…

The Death Eaters continued on their conversation as if nothing was happening.

"Oi, whatever happened to Harry Potter's other bitch?" one asked. "You know, Xenophilius Lovegood's daughter?"

"She's mine," a voice answered immediately.

In spite of her current situation, Hermione kept her ears pricked to the conversation. Luna Lovegood was alive! She listened intently, waiting for the Death Eater whom had claimed Luna for his own to speak again. The voice was husky, yet familiar somehow…

"You? You've got Loony Lovegood?" A Death Eater guffawed. "Well, Longbottom, I never thought you had it in you!"

Hermione stopped sucking Malfoy's cock. Longbottom? Neville Longbottom? It had to be – his parents were both insane, his grandmother dead, and no other relatives to speak of.

There had been rumours – rumours that he'd left Dumbledore's Army, rumours that he'd joined the Death Eaters. He was a pureblood, there was a space for him in Voldemort's ranks. And when it was clear that the war was being lost… well. She'd heard that he killed Bellatrix after joining, as revenge for his parents, that was one good thing. Apparently Voldemort didn't even bat an eye at the death of his most loyal follower.

But those were just rumours. They couldn't be true, she was sure of it. Could they?

Heart plummeting, she turned and faced the Death Eaters. She recognised him at once – his face had lost its fat and his skin was hardened and streaked with blood and dirt, but his eyes were the same. The eyes of her fellow housemate; the shy, timid Gryffindor who carried a pet toad and got himself into accidents. It was Neville, all right.

He met her eyes steadily. For a moment she thought she saw a glimpse of pity, of the old Neville in his eyes. But things were different now. They were no longer classmates or equals. He was sitting as one of the most powerful wizards in the country and she was on the floor, sucking the cock as a slave to one of his kind.

Neville pulled his gaze away. In a level voice, he answered, "That's right."

"Well, isn't that nice?" Malfoy drawled, breaking into her thoughts. "Your friends are all safe and sound. I'm sure you're missing them… In fact, why don't we invite them over for dinner one night? Blaise with Ginny and Neville with Luna. It'll be like old times. I'm sure you three girls would have so much fun together…"

Hermione hung her head at the lustful, humiliating meaning behind his words. She knew what Malfoy was insinuating.

"Maybe they could even teach you a few tricks. That blowjob could have been better, but I'll train you up, my little Mudblood. And I'm sure Ginny and Luna would be more than happy to show you what their mouths can do… Would you like that, Mudblood?"

He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him; with his thumb, he wiped away a drop of cum from her lip. She flinched, angrily drawing her head away.

"Oh, you wouldn't?" Malfoy said in mock surprise. "Well, that's too bad, sweetheart. I'm sure they're simply dying to see you…" Malfoy drew out the word 'dying' in a way that made Hermione uncomfortable. "So we'll be having them over. Soon."

Releasing her suddenly, Malfoy buttoned up his trousers and jumped out of his armchair.

"I'm just going to get some more Firewhiskey," he declared. There was a crack and Malfoy Apparated out of the room.

Hermione let out a sigh and flopped against the armchair, exhausted but relieved that Malfoy was gone and the ordeal was over.

But her relief was short-lived. She turned to find the Death Eaters rising out of their armchairs and advancing towards her, like a wolf pack advancing on their prey.

And they looked hungry.

"Let's see what's underneath that dress," Crabbe growled.