Disclaimer: I do not own anything. JK ROWLING OWNS EVERYTHING. I make no money off of this writing, its just for fun.
Warnings: Not HP DH Compliant.
Graphic Material. MATURE CONTENT. Sex, profanity and everything else.
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Hermione fled the hallway. She had heard everything. A part of her wondered if Zabini had done it on purpose. To do her a favor. He wanted her to know the truth.
Hermione knew she was plain, but it still hurt immensely that Draco wanted to end things with her and trade her for Ginny. Foolishly, she had considered him changed. He had been so tender with her lately. Hermione almost felt content.
Upon news of the Marriage Law passing, Hermione felt genuine fear because it would mean that Draco and she would be separated. More then ever before Hermione was becoming dependant on Draco, and it had made her sick.
Hermione ran into the restricted section of the library and she pulled a book off the shelf that she knew would hold the key to her escape.
The compulsion was an age limited one.
The compulsion spell was even stronger then the Tri-Wizard Tournament Cup.
It was from that memory that Hermione had gotten the idea. If she were beyond the age requirement for school then she would no longer be compelled to be here. She could Apparate beyond the borders with the others.
Go back to searching for the last Horocrux.
End this once and for all.
Hermione remembered with an aching heart when Fred and George had tried to age themselves to compete. They had laughed half the night over the long beards. Fred and George would know how to work around this; they were wickedly clever in their own right.
The loss of Fred Weasley had been a strong one. Almost as strong as Ron and Harry. Hermione felt dazed. How could she have forgotten their sacrifice? The past week seemed like a haze in retrospect.
Seeing Ginny seemingly happy with Blaise, and Neville and Luna together, made her think this could work. Surviving as a MUDBLOOD in Voldemort's new world.
She felt drugged, displaced, and the scene she just witnessed was like a dose of ice water in her face.
Draco Malfoy did not love her.
He was going to marry some pureblood and she would end up dead and used up somewhere if she did not escape soon.
Hermione hugged the book to her chest and slid down to the floor. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she thought about how lost she felt. Her heart felt like it was shattering.
When did she start to first care about Draco? She could not even remember anymore. At some point during her sixth year. After Harry cursed him, he looked so pathetic and alone. She had tried to understand why he was such a bastard to them but he defied reason.
Now, after everything, he was still betraying her.
Draco was playing her for a fool, exploiting her weakness to make her compliant.
Unknowingly Zabini had done her the greatest favor ever.
He had given her back her anger.
Hermione wiped the blinding tears from her eyes and grabbed the book that the Twins had raided all those years ago.
Quickly finding the spell she was looking for, she made some mental modifications to the potion.
Hermione memorized the ingredients and closed the book with a slap. Hermione rose on her toes and replaced the book on the shelf.
"Hello dear…" purred a man from behind her. Hermione turned suddenly and saw Lestrange standing there menacingly.
Hermione felt a ripple of fear roll through her but she lifted her chin. "Lestrange," she said flatly.
"Call me Rudolphus," Lestrange grinned slightly as he advanced towards her, stalking her backwards until she bumped into the wall between the bookcases.
"The restricted section is off limits to Mudbloods." He leaned up against the bookcase and watched her with hooded eyes.
"I am picking up a book for Dra… Master." Hermione amended and she reached across for a random book and clutched it to her chest.
The dark wizard nodded to her words but he slowly advanced on her. "You've been crying. Not bad news, I hope?" False sincerity dripped from each word.
Hermione clutched the book closer to her chest, thinking about Draco abandoning her and the words spilled forth bitterly. "Predictable news," replied Hermione with a wry twist to her mouth.
Rudolphus laughed. "You're funny."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Is there a point to this conversation?"
Rudolphus narrowed his eyes and the humor fell from them, leaving them cold and flat.
"Yes, Mudblood there is. Enjoy your time with Draco well. It may be the last happiness that you will experience in a long time."
Hermione shuddered at that thought.
Rudolphus looked pleased and he smiled. "I would enjoy having you when he is finished. I would enjoy taking care of a feisty, clever mudblood like you. Will you consider me?" His tone was suprisingly gentle, with little innuendo.
Polite, like a suitor and it startled her.
The curious tone of asking permission distracted Hermione who looked puzzled at his phrasing.
Hermione felt a sob escape her as she considered that Draco had recently talked about getting rid of her to Lestrange.
The thought of him offering her to this dark wizard made her sharp with pain.
Lestrange narrowed his eyes at the awareness in her eyes. "Ah, it's what I expected. Draco told you then?"
Hermione felt a churning in her gut. "No, but I overheard."
Hermione considered the dark wizard for a long moment.
Lestrange was attractive she supposed.
Black hair fell to his chin, curled up to a handsome but hardened face with dark eyes. Olive skin, broad shoulders and lean toned muscle eased into black leather pants and a black Deatheater Robe. Tattoos ran rampant over his tanned flesh and it gave him a predatory and hungry look to his features. He looked dangerous and slightly ravaged by Azkaban similar to Sirius Black.
The dark wizard moved closer to her and sniffed her hair. "Such a pretty little girl. I could be nice to you. Like he is." Lestrange's hand lowered and he cupped her bottom.
"I killed your wife!"snarled Hermione. She shook slightly and was repulsed by the idea of his attraction to her.
"Yes, therefore, I think you owe me a new companion. Besides, Death is an occupational hazard among our kind. Also, Bella was crazy. She loved the Dark Lord, not me." Rudolphus laughed slightly and he pressed his erection against her, hard.
"Draco would be furious if he saw you here, doing this." Hermione whispered as she squirmed against his erection.
Hermione pushed against him hard but he still leaned down to press his mouth to the top of her breasts, his tongue darting out to lick her flesh.
'Are you so sure about that?" Lestrange replied silkily.
Hermione whimpered from the touch of his tongue and the book fell from her hands. She tried to press on his chest to get free. Hermione tried pushing him back but he was just so much stronger then her. Hermione thought about Draco's words earlier and she felt tears trickling down her face at his cruel words.
"I don't know…" sobbed Hermione.
Lestrange swooped down like the vulture he was and captured her mouth in a kiss. His tongue should have repulsed her but instead she felt aroused and it made the objective part of her mind, question it.
What could give her this reaction? A small part of her fantasizing it was revenge against Draco but the logic argued it was it something more reasonable, like a drug.
Hermione eyes snapped open.
Hermione was certain now that the House Elves were putting something in the food and water. Something to make them less resistant to the advances of the wizards and now she was trapped with this dark repellant wizard but she could not think straight. Since the only person that had been taking advantage of her was Draco, she had not bothered to counter it.
Now, she wished she had.
Hermione recalled seeing Cho Chang and Ginny Weasley acting out of character. Not obviously drugged but relaxed and doing public acts that would never have been in character before. She was such a fool.
Hermione had let Draco put her in this state of mind, the accepting point where she did not bother trying to rescue them anymore or rebel against the subtle changes in the captured students.
She hated Draco suddenly.
Hated him more then anyone in her life. Silent tears slid down her face as she thought of him.
Lestrange ran his hands over her body and pressed her further into the wall. His mouth devouring her own, unaware of her wildly erratic thoughts.
"Yes, you're such a good little cat." Rudolphus whispered against her lips and he cupped her breasts, rubbing the nipples until they were hard.
Hermione wanted to scream with frustration, at the erotic feelings this action was unfairly evoking. Suddenly she saw something that made her freeze.
Draco.
Draco watched Hermione with Lestrange and it made him sick to his stomach. She looked strange, almost feverish but she was not fighting Lestrange at all.
Hermione had overheard what he said about her and she was moving on to greener pastures.
NO, that did not make sense, but he would look stupid if he interfered now.
You cannot rescue someone from something that they want.
Draco was watching Lestrange snog her senseless.
Hermione observed Draco expression move from rage to anger to possessiveness to coldness.
Hermione realized her arms were intertwined around the dark wizard's neck and it looked like she was enjoying herself immensely, while crying.
RIGHT.
Draco turned on his heel and started to back away. Hermione wondered if he was going to abandon her here and now, rather then later to Blaise. Now tears leaked steadily off her face as she watched Draco walk away.
Lestrange not realizing that Draco was there, began to purr loudly at the sight of her pain.
"Oh yes, I do like it when you cry poppet…"
Draco paused overhearing his words and it set him into motion.
Draco withdrew his wand and he threw a hex directly at Lestrange's back. "Crucio, you son of a whore."
The hex hit Lestrange and he dropped Hermione from his arms and fell to the floor. The depth of Draco's rage infused the spell and Lestrange howled and rolled in agony.
Hermione suddenly unfroze and rushed to Draco. "Draco don't… You'll get yourself killed."
Hermione hugged his arm and Draco ceased, his face chalk white with anger. "Your lucky my pet, has a soft spot for you, you filthy bastard."
Draco shrugged Hermione off.
Lestrange laughed as if that was the funniest thing he had ever heard. "Lucky me…"
Hermione heard Draco's hurtful words and she fled back to their room.
Other Deatheater were coming out to see what the screaming had been about.
Draco walked away from Lestrange in disgust as he pocketed his wand.
This was not finished with them, not by a long shot but it would have to sit for now. Draco heading for the room, knowing that had to be where Hermione had fled. It was the only safe place in the castle for her.
Except from him, that was.