Day one
A/N: First attempt at writing Graphic sex scenes. This story will be posted on Ao3, also. Just in case FFN refuses to let it post! AU! AT! 8th year! Smut? I'll let you be the judge of that. Might be too smutty! Might not be smutty enough!
TRIGGER! TRIGGER! This first part WILL start out as non-con in the ninth paragraph! Not rape, but she is forced to perform! MIND THE WARNING! Mind paragraphs 9-14!
One distracted witch + one determined wizard + a haunted shack. What do you get when you put these three things together? A wild, wild weekend.
He made his plans very carefully. He knew it had to be just right. Nobody could suspect him or it would never work out. He knew the old place had Muggle-repelling spells on it but he added a couple of his own. A notice-me-not spell and a silencing spell. He gave the place a good cleaning, fixed it to a water supply for the tub and shower and thoroughly cleaned the old bed, putting an unbreakable charm on it. For the activities he had planned, that old bed would need to be strong! It was a Hogsmeade weekend and all the students would be out to play. Now, to go get his witch!
He knew she liked to read so the bookshop was where he planned to snatch her at. Just as he reached the end of the alley, he saw her walking towards him. Alone! That was her first mistake. She was looking at her book and her wand, held loosely in her hand, slipped and fell to the street. That was her second mistake! Her third mistake came as she was grabbed and pulled into the alley. She didn't try to scream. She tried to fight!
He hauled her all the way to the back wall and Disapparated into the old shack. He had put his hand over her mouth and nose, cutting off her air. As soon as she went limp, he let her go. He carried her upstairs, laying her on the bed. He carefully removed her clothes and cuffed her to the bed, hands and feet. Then he stripped off his own clothes. He laid down with her and closed his eyes.
Hermione Granger became aware that there was a breeze flowing across her legs. She knew there shouldn't be because she was wearing pants! She opened her eyes. This wasn't her room. That was her first inkling that something was wrong. She tried to sit up, only to discover that she was handcuffed to the bed?! Looking down she saw the reason she'd felt the breeze. She was naked! She was also not alone!
She fell back and gasped in fear. 'Merlin, he was huge!' His enormous build, flowing blonde hair and ice blue eyes quickly let her know she was naked in bed with an equally naked Thorfinn Rowle! He smiled and rolled over her. "Hello, Princess."
He kissed her before she could answer him. Hermione stiffened and tried to pull away with no success. The Viking had her by the hair and wasn't letting go! He finally stopped kissing her as he raised up on his elbows.
"Please, let me go! You can't keep me here! They, they'll find you!" she threatened as she squirmed under him.
"No, they won't, baby girl. I planned this very carefully. I wanted everything to be just right for you!" he stroked her face. He tipped her chin as he pushed his hips against hers. Her eyes widened as she realized he was already hard. He smiled at her. "It's all for you, baby girl! Happy 19th Birthday!"
Hermione whimpered as he began moving up her body. 'What was he doing?' He stopped moving as he straddled her chest, his legs under her arms. He leaned over her. Tapping her lips with a finger, he said, "Open up, sweetie!" She shook her head, keeping her mouth firmly closed. He grabbed her hair again and twisted it. "OPEN. YOUR. MOUTH. NOW!" She let out a pained squeal and he pushed the tip of his dick in her mouth. "A word of warning, darling. You bite me on purpose and they'll find your cold, naked body in the middle of Hogsmeade!"
Tears popped into her eyes as she tried not to touch it with her teeth. "Shhh, it's alright, sweetie. You'll get the hang of it, I promise. Believe me, by the time I take you back, you'll definitely have the hang of it!" he held her head as he rubbed against her face. She could feel it sliding deeper into her mouth. "Just treat it like a lollipop, Granger." She licked against it tentatively as she watched him warily. With a gentle suck on the tip, he closed his eyes, groaning slightly. "A little more pressure, darling."
She closed her eyes and pictured, as he'd said, having a lollipop in her mouth. Surprisingly, the visualization helped. She licked and sucked as much of his dick into her mouth as possible. She could tell she was doing good as he breathed heavier and tightened his hands in her hair. He pushed closer to her face as he panted heavily and looked down at her almost lovingly. "You're doing great, sweetie. Merlin, so good! Such a good girl!"
She was caught off guard as his hips jerked forward. He tightened his grip on her hair as he felt his release. "Ah, Merlin! Keep going, darling, that's it!" he kept his grip on her hair with one hand and reached down to squeeze his ball sack with the other hand. She felt the hot, salty fluid shooting across her tongue.
Her eyes widened as his hand moved up and began pumping himself again. He laughed softly. "You didn't think that was the end of it did you, Princess?" he released her hair to tap her nose. "Now that I have you in my power, I have so many things I want to do with you!"
He moved against her face again. She let out a shuddery sigh as she continued visualizing having a lollipop in her mouth. This time she could feel his dick sliding closer to the back of her mouth. She choked slightly as it hit her throat. She'd heard the other girls whispering about doing this with their boyfriends, 'deep throating' they'd called it. He made sure to give her enough time to adjust each time he pushed deeper into her mouth. "Oh, sweetheart! I could seriously get used to this! I only planned for this weekend but I just might take you back with me!" He could tell that she was definitely already getting better as he neared his second release. He gasped as his hips began jerking again. She was surprised as he pulled out of her mouth and hot spurts landed on her face.
He slid back down her body as he nibbled her earlobe. "That was mind-blowing! Thank you, baby girl!" He breathed into her ear. She sniffled as a few stray tears rolled down her cheeks. "Oh, don't cry, darling! I wouldn't really have killed you! I've planned for this too long to do that!" He kissed from her ear down to her shoulder. He concentrated on the soft skin under her chin. He licked from the base of her throat up to her chin and kissed her again. "We are going to have so much fun the next couple of days!"
He gave her a little break then as he moved to her side, pulling a blanket up over them. He slid one arm around her shoulders as he slid a hand down between her thighs. He pushed his face into her hair as he fell asleep. She quietly sobbed as she wondered if anyone had realized she was missing yet.
After a while, she realized she really needed the loo! Like really, really needed it! She was afraid to wake him, though! As if reading her thoughts, he stirred. Opening his eyes, he smiled and kissed her. He waved his hand and all four shackles fell free. He grabbed her as she tried to dart away from him. "Uhuhuh, Granger! None of that, sweetheart, or I'll leave you shackled, laying in your own mess!" he pulled her off the bed and carried her into the loo. With no windows and him blocking the only door, she had no escape route but she was able to empty her bladder at least. He picked her up and stuck her hands to the wall as he took his turn.
Then he unstuck her and carried her back to the bed. "Now, what shall we do, Granger darling?" He asked as he restrained her once more. He answered his own question as he nibbled her lobes once more, noticing the slight gasp and involuntary stretch before she caught herself. He smiled as he filed that away in his memory. He moved down, kissing her shoulder blades and brought his hands up to her chest. As he kissed around the base of one breast, he massaged the other one. Hermione gritted her teeth as she had to suppress yet another gasp and keep from arching into him again! 'Damn him!' She silently cursed as he kept finding more of her weaknesses!
Rowle had to grin at the outraged look on her beautiful face. He slid further down and hooked her legs over his shoulders. Locking eyes with her, he softly blew against her center. Her eyes widened as she shook her head frantically and tried to buck away from him. He easily held her down as he took a long lick along her slightly parted folds, already glistening. He closed his eyes and groaned at the sweet taste of her. He took his time licking, memorizing every surface and swirling his tongue around her clit. He loved her gasps and moans and every time her hips came up off the bed. After licking her almost to the point of explosion several times, she was now wailing, begging him to let her finish. He latched onto her clit and drove her over the edge several times in a row. Her face was flushed and she was panting as she screamed his name. "Now, Rowle! Please, please, don't stop! Don't stop! Now! Now! Oh, Merlin! Now, Rowle, now!"
As she was attempting to catch her breath, he slid up and kissed her again. "I'll be back soon. I'm going to get us some food. I can't let my beautiful Granger starve to death, can I? Scream all you like, baby girl, nobody will hear you! I have a Silencing spell over the whole place as well as a Notice me not charm! But you can try, Princess, maybe someone will hear you." He smiled at her charmingly as he rose from the bed, dressed and left.
Harry Potter was worried. He and Ron had left Hermione in the bookstore while they visited the Quidditch shop. She should have already been at the Three Broomsticks. They went to the bookstore where they were told she had already left at least an hour ago.
"This isn't good, Ron! Where could she be? The Three Broomsticks is literally three stops down from the bookstore! How could she just disappear like this?" Harry ran his fingers through his messy hair. 'Where the devil could she be?!'
"I dunno, mate! Maybe she got tired of waiting and went back to the castle? There's Lavender and Parvati. Maybe they've seen her?" Ron suggested. They ran to catch up to the girls.
"Have you seen Hermione? We left her in the bookstore and she's not there now!" Harry exclaimed. Lavender and Parvati looked at each other and shook their heads at Harry. They'd seen not hide nor hair of Hermione since they'd all walked down from the castle together. Harry swore as he once again ran his fingers through his hair.
Though the war was over, there were still Death Eaters roaming around, free as a breeze. They were the ones slick enough (like Lucius Malfoy) to get away with claiming to be Imperio'd or outright coerced into serving the deceased madman. He prayed she hadn't fallen into the hands of one of them!
As they were talking to the girls, Harry happened to glance into the Three Broomsticks. His eyes narrowed to slits as he recognized the wizard standing at the bar. 'Thorfinn Rowle! What the hell was HE doing in Hogsmeade? Didn't he live in Ireland? More importantly, wasn't he supposed to be playing Quidditch right now?!' Harry grabbed Ron's arm as Rowle turned around and saw them. He walked towards them, carrying a bag. He smirked as he passed them and headed out of Hogsmeade.
"Ron! I thought there was a Bats game today! Why isn't he playing? What's he doing here?!" Harry hissed at Ron.
Ron stared after the Quidditch player in awe. "Dunno, mate. I thought he'd be in Ireland. I think he might be still be benched. They had to penalize him a week ago. He fought with the Beater from the Appleby Arrows and sent him to St Mungo."
Harry stared after him suspiciously. "Come on! Let's follow him and see where he goes. There's a reason he's here! You can't tell me he came all the way from Ireland just to get some food!"
"What, you think Rowle had something to do with Hermione disappearing? Why would he? Do you KNOW how many fan girls he has? Too many to worry about one female student, mate, even if she's Hermione Granger! And that's not downing Hermione. It's just the simple truth. You know it, too!" Ron insisted.
Harry knew Ron was, more than likely, right about the matter. Still, it would make him feel better knowing where the young man was headed. They headed after Rowle, now almost out of sight. The followed him almost to the castle. Just after he rounded the last bend, they ran forward to make sure he was still there. Just before they rounded the bend themselves, they heard a crack of Disapparation.
They both cursed as they realized he hadn't been headed for the castle after all. He'd led them to the edge of a marsh and vanished! 'Merlin only knew where he was now!' Harry was afraid that wherever he'd vanished to, was the very place Hermione was at!
She heard him arrive back with a loud crack! He came up and sat a bag on the old piano in the room. She recognized where she was now. It was the Shrieking Shack, where she, Harry and Ron had found out the truth about Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew so long ago. He'd cleaned it up and repaired the piano.
He came to the edge of the bed and leaned over her. Waving his hand again, three of her restraints fell off, leaving one foot still chain to the bed. She sat up and covered herself. He smiled and moved her hands away. "I like looking at you, Princess. Don't cover yourself up. You're beautiful." He cupped her cheek as he kissed her slowly.
She looked up at him as he straightened. She laid her hand lightly on his leg and slid it up to his belt. He waited to see what she would do. She fumbled with his belt before she finally got it unfastened. He opened his pants and tugged them downward. She leaned forward and cupped him with one hand as the other guided his tip back to her mouth. He braced himself against the bed as he put his hands on her shoulders. "Damn, Granger! If this is how you reward me for bringing you food, I'll gladly deliver it anytime you're hungry!"
He could tell she was already much better at oral now. There was no hesitation. She latched on and massaged his sack at the same time. He was able to push in deeper than he had the second time. She was able to take almost all of him now! He gasped and rubbed her shoulders as he experienced his third release. She kept him in her mouth and swallowed every drop. He slumped over her. "Merlin, Granger! You might not be going back to school, darling! I might have to keep you with me!"
He pushed her backwards onto the bed. Waving his hand, he discarded his own clothes. He held her legs against him as he ravished her chest once more. He smiled darkly as he dropped between her thighs and worked his magic on her once again, bringing out another screaming orgasm. They lay there, panting together as they both had to catch their breath. He stood once more, unfastened her last chain and carried her into the loo, where he ran a steaming hot bath for them.
As they sat there, soaking and relaxing, she finally spoke again. "Rowle? You are Rowle, right? Why me? Was I just convenient? Or did you deliberately choose me?"
"Yes, I'm Rowle. You honestly didn't know it was me?" he asked in surprise.
"Well, I've only seen you a couple of times before. The Department of Mysteries, that little coffee shop and the battle at Hogwarts. I was pretty sure it WAS you. After all, there aren't too many enormous Viking wizards walking around. But still, why me?" she explained. He smiled, liking the description she gave of him.
"You weren't just 'convenient'. I chose you, Granger. I listened to little Malfoy complaining about you to all and sundry. I listened to the older wizards marveling over your intelligence as they disparaged your Muggle background. I decided right then, if I ever got close enough to grab you, I'd ask for you as a reward. I almost had you in that coffee shop but you and those boys got away! I've been planning your capture since then!" he told her seriously.
She turned to face him and he clasped his hands around her back. She smoothed her hands up his muscled chest. She tipped her head as she reached for his hair. It was golden blonde and flowed over his shoulders. His face was slightly angular with a sharply chiseled jawline. Ice blue eyes watched her curiously. He was the very picture of what she imagined a long ago Viking to look like. "Do you have Norse ancestors?" he slowly nodded. "I thought you must have." He chuckled at her.
He snuggled her close to him as the water slowly cooled down around them. "Are you ready to eat? I wasn't sure what you liked. I brought back a bit of everything. I saw your friends Potter and Weasley. They were looking for you."
Her head jerked up. "Did they see you? If they did, you have to know they've told someone by now! Take me back! I promise I won't tell them anything! You can go scot-free!"
"Darling, I'm not taking you back until I'm good and ready to! I could care less about anyone catching me! By the time I return you, you won't be happy to see me go! This won't be the last time this happens, Granger! You might as well resign yourself to that!" he told her firmly. She huffed angrily and shoved against him.
"Let me go, Rowle! I mean it! If you don't want to go to Azkaban for the rest of your Merlin-forsaken life, you better LET ME GO!" she finished in a loud shriek. He immediately responded by jerking her back to him and kissing her! He stood as the tub began emptying itself. She struggled to get away from him all the way back into the bedroom. He held her down as he put her back into the restraints.
"When you accept the fact that we are now bound together, Granger, I MIGHT let you back out of the chains!" he growled at her. She jerked against them as angry tears ran down her face.
"I hate you, Rowle! Do you hear me?! I hate you! Don't plan on me EVER accepting this! We are not BOUND!" she snapped. He pushed her down as he landed on the bed beside her.
"Hate me as much as you want, Granger! It won't change anything! We are bound! Whether you like it or not! I'll be a part of your future for the rest of your life!" he snarled in her ear. He slid between her legs and gripped her thighs. Her eyes widened as he rubbed his hips against hers.
"No! No! Don't! Stop I don't want to!" she cried frantically. He ignored her as he attacked her weak spots. Within moments, he had her gasping and screaming. He reached down and pushed a finger inside her. She arched against it, begging him to touch her more. He rubbed her deeper and harder. "Please, Rowle! Please! I need, please!"
"What do you need, darling? Tell me! What do you need?" he whispered.
"You! Please, Rowle, please! Please, I need you, please! Please!" Hermione sobbed frantically, desperate for relief. She knew Rowle could help her, if only he would! He smiled into her hair. He'd played her like a violin, trying to stretch her as much as possible! Now to claim her officially!
He took a deep breath. He wanted to do this right but there would be pain. He lined himself up with her center and pushed in. 'Merlin, she was so tight!' Coupled with her being so much smaller than him, he wanted to be extra careful with her. As soon as he felt resistance, he'd stop and play with her some more. Finally he had almost achieved full penetration. 'Oh, Merlin! She was even better than he'd hoped!" He clenched his teeth and shoved the rest of the way in, causing Hermione to squeal in pained surprise.
He set a slow, steady pace that helped her adjust to the new intrusion of her body. She quickly picked up the pace and dug her fingers into his shoulders to urge him to go faster! He moved faster, harder and deeper. He pushed her knees up to spread her out, allowing him to go even deeper. They both screamed loudly as they pushed together, toppling into a world of pleasure. They laid there, unable to move as they tried to drag air into their lungs.
He stroked her hair back, pressing his forehead to hers. "Granger, you're mine! I'm never letting you go! You can fight me for the rest of our lives! I don't care! You are mine! You can finish school. You can even work if you want to. I don't mind. But we are bound! We are! You are mine! I am yours!" he whispered tenderly to her. She stroked his cheek and smiled dreamily. They drifted off to sleep.
Harry and Ron raced off to the castle. They needed to talk to McGonagall immediately. They just knew Rowle had something to do with Hermione's disappearance, unbelievable as it seemed. They ran in the doors and caught her just leaving the Great Hall!
"Professor, Professor! We need to speak to you! It's about Hermione!" they panted as they ran up to her. She took one look at their faces and motioned to them.
"Follow me, boys! Quickly!" McGonagall ordered them. They hurried after her and tried to figure out how to say what they needed to say. After leading them up the stairs and offering them a biscuit, she sat behind the desk.
"Well, boys? Let's hear it." She said, wondering what this was about.
Harry took a deep breath. Now that he had her attention, he was afraid to mention Rowle's name, just in case he DID have it wrong. "Hermione is missing. We left her at the bookstore to go look at Quidditch supplies. She was supposed to meet us at the Three Broomsticks. She never showed up. We went back to the bookstore. They said she'd already left. None of the other students who walked down to Hogsmeade with us this morning has seen Hermione since then."
"Harry saw Rowle in the Three Broomsticks. He was getting food. We followed him to the edge of a marsh. Harry thinks he might have Hermione somewhere." Ron jumped in, after seeing Harry hesitate.
"Rowle? Harry, this is a very serious accusation! Are you absolutely certain about this? If we call in the DMLE and they turn up nothing on Rowle, that won't matter! Just the accusation will destroy his career!" McGonagall fretted. The young man might have been a Slytherin, even a Death Eater but he was the most talented Quidditch player Hogwarts had ever produced! She wanted to avoid anything that would wreck his career. She remembered his focus and intensity on Quidditch.
"I can't swear to it, Professor. It's just the way he looked at us, coming out of the Three Broomsticks. He SMIRKED." Harry insisted. "Besides, if he lives in Ireland, why is he over HERE, buying food?"
"Potter," McGonagall sighed. "Do you know Corban Yaxley? He was something of a mentor to Rowle, he and Antonin Dolohov. Dolohov doesn't have a place of his own. But Yaxley does have a townhouse. It's not far from here. More than likely, since he's benched for a week," impressing Harry and Ron with proof that she kept track of former students' careers. "He's probably over here visiting Yaxley!"
Harry wanted to roll his eyes but he didn't dare. It wasn't that he didn't believe her but he couldn't get that SMIRK out of his thoughts. It wasn't so much that Rowle had smirked as it had looked too much like he KNEW why they were worried! But he'd let it go, for now. If he spotted him again, he'd definitely make a point of asking him about Hermione! If the Quidditch player avoided the question, he'd report him on his own. If he answered straight out, then he'd drop his suspicions.
Hermione stirred as she felt light kisses across her nose. "Wakey, wakey, darling! Food is ready!" Rowle pulled the sleepy witch into his arms as he waved her chains off. He carried her over to a table set for two. She sat in the seat as he filled a plate for her. He sat across from her and filled his own plate. Self-conscious about her nudity but knowing he wouldn't let her cover herself, she hunched over as she ate. He tipped his head, smiled and summoned his shirt. He handed it to her. She gratefully put it on and dug hungrily into her food.
"What kind of career are you looking at after Hogwarts?" he asked. She looked up in surprise.
"Um, I was thinking of the Department of Magical Beings? House Elf rights are very important to me." She told him.
"Ah, yes. I remember. What was it, the year of the Triwizard Tournament? Little Malfoy copied it to make badges. S. P. E. W? Not a good visual image, by the way." He grinned at her. "You do realize not all elves want to be freed? I know my mother has several that would seriously try to injure or kill themselves if she freed them. I know that because she's actually tried to free them. They were born in our home, practically grew up with me and have sworn undying loyalty to mother and myself. Now, on the other hand, if father tried to free them, they would gladly accept it. Then they would promptly block him from entering mother's half of the manor." He surprised a chuckle out of her with that tidbit.
"I didn't know that then. I do now. So, I think I'm going to concentrate more about getting better treatment for them, trying to get some equal rights for the elves who DO want to be free maybe." Hermione admitted. He nodded approvingly at her choice of career.
"The Bats want me to move up to the next level. Join the Irish team. Play in the yearly World Cup series. It would mean quite a bit of traveling." He told her, frowning. He reached across the table, taking her hand. "Before I make up my mind, I want to talk to you. I want us to have an understanding." He lifted her hand to kiss it. He held up a ring. "I want to marry you. It doesn't have to be right away. I have until June to make up my mind. I'd like to be married to you before I move up." She pulled back, frowning. "Granger! Listen to me! Just hear me out. I want to marry you, seriously. I know you're probably wondering why. I just, l don't know myself! All I know is, when I walk out onto that field as an Irish player, I want to know I'm wearing a ring that matches the one YOU will be wearing, Hermione Jean."