The Abduction of Draco Malfoy
Chapter 8: Pure-Bloods
Darcie rushes her way through the jungle avoiding branches and bushes. The density of the humidity makes it difficult for her to breath, but she must hurry. Her hand wipes sweat off her brow and gives a sheepish smile as she approaches the castle. Darcie hopes to inform the Initiates about the pure-blood and prays to Merlin that someone will be there to listen.
Darcie has sent Hermione in the wrong direction deliberately to give the Initiates time to catch her with their mate. The young woman smiles wishing she could see what will happen when they meet up with the pure-blood wizards. More than likely the pure-bloods will want to keep Hermione and Darcie doesn't think the three males traveling with Hermione will fight for her.
However, the pure-blood wizards do fight honorably and will give the three boys an opportunity to win her back.
She reaches the castle and sighs upon entering. Cool air caresses her skin from the cool stones in the hall. Rounding a corner, she bumps into Keaira.
"Just the person I wanted to see," Darcie says with relief.
"Darcie, right?" Keaira ask unsure if she has the right name.
"Yes, it is."
"What are you doing in the castle you're supposed to be in the jungle for your trial period to become an Initiate?"
"I know, Keaira, but I met your pure-blood in the jungle and he wasn't traveling alone." This catches Keaira's attention. Who is traveling with her pure-blood?
"What do you mean by not alone?"
"He is traveling with two other boys and girl. I assume the girl kidnapped him for herself.
She said she belongs to no clan, but I don't believe her. The way she looks at him convinces me she took him for herself." Darcie states.
"Where are they now?" asks Keaira curiously.
She wants him back not only to punish him for the miscarriages, but also to teach him how to appreciate Muggleborns more ways than one.
"I sent them to the eastern side of the island," says Darcie with a smile.
Keaira returns the smile understanding what Darcie did. "I figure that will give us time to catch up with them."
Keaira is impressed by Darcie's cleverness. Perhaps, she will recommend Darcie to be moved up to the next level in being initiated. After all, she should be rewarded for providing such important information on the where a bouts of the pure-blood.
"Just out of curiosity does this girl have name?"
"Yes, she said her name was Hermione Granger," says Darcie.
"Well, Ms. Granger will learn the finer meaning of torture when I get my hands on her,' says Keaira with a deadly glare. She knows that she will punish this witch especially if Hermione has put her hands on the pure-blood. `What of the two other boys?"
"There's a dark haired one who is half-blood. The other is a redhead who is a pure-blood," says Darcie. Keaira's interest peaks at the mention of the other pure-blood.
"I wouldn't waste any time on the redhead.' Keaira quirks an eyebrow, `Let's just say he was disappointing." Keaira smirks understanding Darcie's meaning.
"Understood, in the meantime I want you to go and find the other Initiates. Tell them we need to go hunting."
"Of course, Keaira," says Darcie. She walks away, following her orders. Darcie smiles knowing that Hermione Granger will get what's coming to her.
The humidity of the jungle begins to get stifling, as they get further into the dense trees.
Ron, shirtless and sweating, constantly complains of the heat. Harry is also shirtless, and is sick of hearing Ron complain. Hermione, however, has removed her school robes, vest, and tie.
She has the sleeves to her white shirt rolled up.
Hermione is tempted to remove her shirt; after all, her sweat has caused her white shirt to become see through leaving little to the imagination. She has opted to ignoring Ron's whining by imagining herself in pool of cool water wrapped up in Draco's arms. Draco leaves his charmed
cloak on leaving him nice and cool. He grins as he observes the Gryffindor's discomfort. In his eyes, they deserve worse.
Malfoy, annoyed, has taken to trailing behind the Gryffindor's. He makes sure no one is watching him when he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of fruit. The juice of the fruit quenches the thirst in his parched mouth. He inwardly chuckles thinking how the three Gryffindor's must feel from the heat. They're exposed to the elements and are becoming dehydrated where as he remains cool under his charmed cloak and the fruit he stole from Darcie keeps his stomach full and his thirst quenched. Draco makes short work of the fruit and quickly tosses the seed into the bushes.
Hermione turns and glances at him when she hears rustling of the bushes from the seed. Draco immediately stops chewing as he gives her the face of innocence. She scowls at him as she turns back around. He smiles at the fact that she didn't catch him and he finishes chewing and swallowing.
"I have to stop walking," whines Ron.
He wipes more sweat off his brow as he stumbles over a stone in the gravel.
"I agree with Ron," says Harry with a tired sigh.
Hermione notices that their pace is slowing and they will be better off getting some rest.
"Fine, let's rest for a while."
They sit down on the trail. Hermione no longer can stand the humidity and takes off her shirt. Ron stares at Hermione's flat stomach and his azure eyes roam to her breasts. He suddenly feels hotter than what he did a few seconds before. Sure, he has seen Hermione in a swimsuit before,
but she normally wears a one-piece.
Never has he seen the contours of her stomach exposed and he must admit he likes what he sees. Sweat glistens on her pale skin as she leans against a tree, sighing from the relief the shade offers. Ron watches her chest moves up and down from her light breathing. He begins to remember a dream he had with her underneath him giving that very sigh.
"I'll be right back," says Ron as he gets up trying to hide his erection.
He rushes into the bushes to relieve himself.
Harry shakes his head at Ron. His green eyes begin to observe Hermione. She certainly does have a nice body, but he has never looked at her with sexual interest. Harry has considered Hermione one of his best friends and closest confidants. He knows that Ron has liked her for a long time now, and before Harry was convinced, she liked Ron as well. However, he feels that Ron has waited too long and Hermione's interest is now gone. That's the reason why he discouraged Ron from advancing on Hermione. Harry knows that it'll only leave Ron embarrassed when Hermione refutes him.
Weasley had always disgusted Draco, but this takes the cake. This is the second time, from what Draco has seen, Weasley has jerked himself off. His gray eyes skim over Grangers body and he
has to agree she does have a nice figure for a Mudblood.
"Bloody hell," he curses, "I slipped again." His eyes begin to examine her body again and take note of her bra. He quirks an eyebrow as he realizes that she is wearing a plain white cotton bra.
Malfoy quickly looks away trying to discard the image. He has shagged many girls, but never has he seen such under garments on any of them. There were many kinds that he saw: lace, silk, see through, bloody hell; some of the girls didn't wear under garments. Yet, Grangers simple and virginal white cotton bra is the sexiest he has ever seen.
He knows that she's not wearing the bra for anyone special or even intended on
having anyone see it, and that's what makes it sexy. His hate for her begins to increase as he recalls the sweet aroma of green apples. The other girls he has been with wear a heavy musk or something overwhelming and flowery attempting to be seductive. However, everything about Granger screams innocence. Even when she was forcing herself on him, he could see her hands trembling as they clumsily tried to please him. Now her perfume resembled that innocence by not trying to be seductive, but by being a sweet aroma enticing him every time he smells it.
The Slytherin grimaces when he hears Ron grunting from the bushes. Hermione opens her eyes and looks to Harry.
"Honestly, Harry, with all the fruit he ate you'd think his bowels would be
looser." Hermione shakes her head as Ron lets out another grunt. Harry and Draco exchange glances daring the other to tell Hermione Ron is jerking himself off. However, Harry forgot whom he was daring.
"Granger, I assure you Weasel is not constipated, but he is loosening the fruit of his loins," says Draco, with a smirk, proud of his pun.
Harry shakes his head at Malfoy. They hear a loud groan and then a sigh come from Ron by this time Hermione realizes Draco is telling her that Ron is jerking off. Hermione grimaces at the mental picture. They hear a few twigs break and they know that Ron is coming back. Hermione clears her throat and leans back against the tree, quickly closing her eyes trying to rid herself the image of Ron masturbating.
Draco watches as Ron approaches wiping his hands on his pants. The Slytherin thanks Merlin that he never had to shake the Weasels hand. Now that Draco knows where Weasley always has his hands, Draco never wants to shake hands with him.
They rest a few moments longer hoping that the humidity will thin out, but it never does. Harry's green eyes skim the top of the trees looking up at the clouds. The storm earlier this morning was horrible and he hates the idea of being stuck in another one without shelter. He regrets not cleaning up when they were back at the campfire with Darcie, but Harry isn't as carefree as Malfoy and didn't like the idea of being watched. His green eyes focus when he sees smoke floating above the trees. He doesn't want to get his hopes up, so he stands up and squints too make sure that it isn't smog.
"Ron, look," says Harry motioning to the sky where the smoke is. Ron and Hermione, curious, both stand up next to Harry and see the smoke. All three Gryffindor's smile from the sight. Draco rolls his eyes and stands up to see what's causing them to be so happy. His gray eyes peer over the trees and grimaces when he sees the smoke.
"Who gives a bloody hell about fucking smoke? I want to see the bloody rainbow that fucking Darcie was talking about," says Draco sticking his hand in his pocket fingering the fruit he desires to eat.
However, he resists the temptation knowing that if the Gryffindor's were to see the food they will make him share.
"Malfoy, don't be an idiot. The smoke means that there's civilization," says Harry.
"Perhaps we can get shelter for the night or even get more food," says Hermione.
Ron smiles at the idea of having a full stomach.
"We can have all the food and rest we want when we get back to Hogwarts," says Draco.
"We'll never get back to Hogwarts if we die of exhaustion," says Harry.
"Like I'd be so lucky," retorts Draco. "Merlin, I hate Gryffindor's," thinks Draco.
"How far do you think it is?" asks Ron, dreading the walk in the thick air.
"Looks like it's a couple of miles," says Hermione. Her eyes look up to the sky, "It looks like it's getting close to dusk. We have at least an hour of light left. If we start now we should make it in time."
Ron smiles at the idea of having a place to sleep and eat two of his three favorite activities,
he glances over at Hermione's half-naked appearance when remembering his third favorite.
Hermione knows he's staring at her, but chooses to ignore it. They begin walking once again this time with a quicker pace now that they know their destination. Draco continues to trail behind as he pulls out another piece of fruit from his pocket and quickly eats the fruit and discards the evidence.
The smoke in the sky is getting thicker which is a good sign that they are getting near. The light begins to fade and stars begin flicker across the darkening sky. Hermione shivers as she puts her uniform back on. She hates the significant weather changes. During the day, it's hot and humid and at night it's cold. They get closer, to what Hermione can only assume is a village, and see the campfires illuminating the trees like the sun by day.
Draco's gray eyes skim the area. The village consists of modest dwellings built out of wood.
The Slytherin can only assume each dwelling has only one room. There is a barricade of thorn bushes around the village to protect it from wildlife, and there are at least twenty dwelling with a large courtyard in the center. There is also plant life within the barrier probably used for healing and feeding purposes. Draco would estimate the protected area is the size of the Quidditch Pitch. A man near the entrance sees the foursome approach. Hermione immediately notices him. He is older than they are, at least around twenty-seven with dark hair and skin.
Smiling, he eyes Hermione. Harry and Ron automatically get protective of her and stand in front her. The man gets closer to them and stops, "It's not often the Initiates take three males," says the male eyeing Hermione again, "What's she doing here?"
"It's actually a long story. He's actually the one the Initiates took," says Harry motioning to Draco. "We accidentally followed him through the portkey and now we're stuck on this island." Draco glares at Harry.
"Accidentally my ass,' Draco thinks. `You three followed me deliberately."
"So she's not an Initiate then." The stranger says getting even more interested in Hermione.
"We were wondering if it we could possibly stay the night and maybe have some food," says Harry avoiding conversation about Hermione.
"Of course, the more the merrier," says the man motioning them to enter as he opens the gate. "I'm Garrick by the way."
"I'm Harry. This is Ron, Hermione, and Draco," says Harry motioning to each of them as he says their names. Ron and Hermione smile at Garrick.
Draco gives him a glare. Garrick, on any other circumstance, would have been offended, but seeing that Draco is an acquaintance of Hermione's, he didn't react to the glare. It's been ten years since he was with a woman and longer for some of the other pure-bloods in the sanctuary. He will not do anything that may jeopardize them losing the girl.
"The Elders are sleeping, but you're welcome to sleep in here." Garrick leads them to an empty dwelling. The dwelling is three hundred square feet and has no furnishings or a sealed floor.
However, the Gryffindor's are thankful to have a roof over their heads. Draco is not too pleased, but it is at least better than the puddle of mud he slept in previously. Garrick nears Hermione,
"Come this way I'll show you to your private quarters."
Hermione is about to protest when Harry comes forward, "She'll stay with us." Garrick hides his disappointment. He had every intention of making the girl his tonight.
"Is she your mate?" asks Garrick. Hermione, waiting for a response, turns to Harry.
"No, but...," says Harry trailing off.
"I'd rather stay with them," says Hermione picking up where Harry left off. Garrick smiles at her. He's not sure if she's involved with all three of the boys, but the fact that's she willing to stay with them is promising for himself and the others in the sanctuary. Garrick gives Hermione one last look as he exits.
"Well, that was awkward," says Hermione.
"Yeah," agrees Ron already eating the fruit given to them. Draco grabs a piece of fruit as well and begins to eat. Hermione and Harry join in. When the bowl is empty, they each take residence in a separate corner to get some sleep.
Hermione takes the upper right hand corner, while Ron takes the upper left hand, Harry the lower left hand, and Draco the lower right hand. Silence fills the room as they slowly doze off to sleep.
She smiles when she feels his hand on her. His hand slowly moves up her leg and rests up her skirt on her thigh. She moans from the physical contact. She knew his touch would be as magical as his kiss. He begins to massage her thigh and she grins, wanting more. He kisses her, but there is no moan. Hermione scowls. She's dreaming about Draco, but that doesn't feel like his kisses.
She continues to feel pressure on her lips and a hand rising on her thigh.
Her heart drops in the pit of her stomach thinking that Garrick has come back and he is taking an advantage of her.
Her caramel orbs fly open to find Ron snogging her. Hermione pushes him away not knowing what to say. She can't exactly tell him that she wants Draco rather than him. After all, Ron already hates Draco why give him another reason.
"Ron, what do you think you're doing," asks Hermione.
"I think it's rather obvious," replies Ron with a sheepish smile. Hermione has a case of déjà vu when she remembers herself doing the same thing to Draco earlier.
"It's obvious, Ron, but I don't understand."
"Hermione, you're all that I think about," says Ron forgetting about his little escapade with Darcie. Hermione cocks an eyebrow remembering that it is not her he is thinking about, but sex.
"Ron, I'm flattered, but I don't feel that way about you. I'm sorry," says Hermione trying to be as sympathetic as she can. Ron shakes his head in understanding.
Harry had told him not to do it, and Ron did it anyway. He scoots back over to his side of the room thankful that he did not have an erection. He would have been embarrassed if Hermione had felt it and then refused him. He would have thought that she refused him because of his size.
Garrick woke them early the next morning anxious to begin the day. Ron mumbles his displeasure as he feels the heat from the new day. He will take being cold any day of the week over being hot.
When you are cold, you do not get dehydrated as fast and it is easier to get warmer than it is to try to get cool in humid and hot air. Garrick had brought them some water as well as more fruit. They quickly eat and drink when they realize that Garrick is waiting for them to finish.
"The Elders are anxious to meet you," says Garrick.
"We want to meet them as well to thank them for the hospitality, but then we're going to have to leave," says Harry.
Garrick, smiling, makes no response; he just leads them out of the dwelling and leads them to the courtyard where nineteen men stand waiting for their arrival. The men's eyes are on Hermione as the Gryffindor's and Slytherin approach the center of the courtyard where a man in his late thirties is waiting. He has salt and pepper hair and his skin is dark and leathery from years of
working in the sun.
Hermione glances at all the men and concludes they are all very handsome. Obviously, the Initiates only take the best. Harry, Ron, and Draco take in their surroundings and can see the lust in the men's eyes. They all stare hungrily at Hermione.
"I'm Reece, it's nice to welcome some new faces," says the salt and pepper haired man with a smile. He reaches out his hand for a handshake and Harry hesitantly takes it.
"We wanted to thank you for your kindness, but we need to continue traveling-," says Harry, when Reece interrupts him.
"Please, give us an opportunity to get to know you. It is not every day we get a new face not alone four. I'd say every two years we get a new pure-blood." The other men mutter in agreement. Draco continues to look around observing their clothing.
He can tell that some of the men attended Hogwarts from their tattered clothing. He's not sure when they attended, but they know he's a Slytherin and they glare at him. Draco inwardly smiles, he is right. He is the first dark wizard taken by the Initiates. The Slytherin can tell the purebloods were at one point wealthy like him for they still adorn the necklaces and rings they wore when they were taken.
"Just so long as it doesn't take too long," says Harry noticing a glare from Hermione. She is nervous with all these men surrounding her. They stare at her as though they are starving men and she is a steak.
"So what school did you attend?" asks Reece already knowing the answer. They already have several Hogwarts students in the sanctuary, but he's asking this question to lead him to his main question. The answer to that question will decipher the fate of the four before him.
"Hogwarts, we three are Gryffindor's," says Harry motioning to himself, Hermione, and Ron. "He's a Slytherin." Harry motions toward Draco.
"We've had Hogwarts students before, mostly Gryffindor's or Ravenclaws, but never a Slytherin," says Reece observing Draco.
Through the many years, Reece has heard the men recalling their school years at Hogwarts and Reece knows that Slytherins are no good. Draco sneers at the man not liking the look he is getting from the Elder.
"So how old are all of you?" asks Reece, taking his attention away from Draco and back to Hermione.
Reece is gawking at Hermione, but Harry knows he is the one being spoken to.
"She and Draco are eighteen. Ron and I are seventeen," answers Harry. Draco observes smiles grow on the faces of the men surrounding them.
"All four of you are of Wizarding age then." Reece walks over to Hermione and quickly grabs her by the arm. Harry and Ron automatically become defensive.
"Get your hand off her," orders Harry as Hermione disputes Reece's hand on her. Harry goes to grab her back when the other men move to stop him. Harry realizing the danger of his actions stops.
"You three are welcomed to stay or go, but the woman stays here," answers Reece unafraid of the three standing before him. Draco curses inwardly because he is bonded to Hermione and the Vow will only be complete if she makes it back to Hogwarts with him.
Normally, he wouldn't care what happens to her, but this is serious. He doesn't want to be stuck on this island for the rest of his life. Harry and Ron will obviously fight for her so Draco decides to wait until he is needed as the last resort. Sure, he needs Granger in order to make it home,
but that doesn't mean he has to miss out on seeing St. Potter and Weasel get their asses thoroughly kicked.
"She's our friend and we're not leaving without her and we're not staying here."
"I don't care what she is to you. She is staying. Do you have any idea as to how long it has been since I've been with a woman? Since any of us have been with a woman. She stays. If you want to fight for her then we'll be happy to accept the challenge if not walk away."
Draco observes a man approach Reece with a goblet. "Fuck," thinks Draco.
The Initiates must have given it to them to mock their situation. Only wealthy pure-bloods use he goblet so Draco doubts that Weasley or Potter recognize it. Now Draco knows for sure he has no interest in rescuing Granger. He'll leave it to the two Gryffindor heroes.
"What do you mean by `fight for her'?" asks Harry.
"I wouldn't call it a duel, but you will have to fight each man who wants to keep her. If you win then you get to keep her for yourself, however, if there are no more challenges she's ours for the keeping."
Harry, nervous, looks to Hermione. Her eyes are pleading for his help and silent tears roll down her cheeks. Harry's green eyes harden with anger. He'll never let anything happen to his friends. The Gryffindor turns to Draco.
"You use your dark magic on them and we'll have Hermione in no time," whispers Harry. Draco smiles at Harry's idea. "No, bloody way," thinks Draco as he eyes the goblet.
"But you forget, Potter, the Unbreakable Vow has me helping you losers only as the last resort," retorts Draco. Harry glares at Draco knowing that the Slytherin will not help voluntarily. Hermione looks down to the ground hurt at Malfoy's words. Harry turns back to Reece.
"I'll fight any man who intends to keep my friend," says Harry with conviction.
"Very well, let the game begin," says Reece. He steps back still holding Hermione in his grasp.
Draco walks off to a nearby tree and sits himself down to watch the fight. Ron stands beside Harry waiting for the fight to begin. Whatever they must face, they will do it together. "It's only one on one so you'll have to choose who goes first," informs Reece.
Harry nods affirmation to Ron. He will go first. Ron shakes his head in understanding and walks away worried about both of his friends.
Harry takes off his school robes, vest, tie, and shirt as he flexes his muscles. Draco gives a slight chuckle at Harry trying to be intimidating. Harry, with confidence, stands there ready for his first opponent. His confidence fades as a tall man around thirty approaches, towering over Harry. Harry examines the man's broad shoulders, strong chest, and abs.
The Gryffindor also notices that the stranger has many scars proving that he has been in fights before. Harry realizes he is in deep shit.
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Posted 4/23/06
A/N: I just want to say, `Wow!' to the response on the last chapter. You are a great group and I really do appreciate the words of encouragement through each review. I want to give special thanks to sammy, samygurl, Steph, veja1, Greneyez, Alenor, I'm Blond. James Blond., and Redlightspin for reviewing the last chapter. I hope you enjoy Chapter 9 as much as you did Chapter 8!
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