Sorry it has been awhile. I have no excuse other than depression. Well. I'm also working on a different story that is not as traumatic.
Hermione awoke shortly before noon the next day and went to eat the lunch her parents had prepped for her. She only ate a few bites, but if she was going to do in-the-field research, she needed to make sure she was conscious enough to take in her surroundings. Then, she showered and tried to tame her mane.
She still sat in the backyard until nightfall, but her mind was whirling with a plan. She again had to send Errol and Hedwig off, but Hedwig had stuck around and visited her parents, which she thought was extremely odd. Although, she couldn't find the energy or mental faculties to spare on figuring out why Hedwig had stayed.
When her dad called out to her that they were headed to bed, she got up from the grass and went up to her room. She threw on a pair of skinny jeans, which by this point looked more like boyfriend jeans, and a light jumper. She shoved her feet into a pair of black ankle booties and headed out in her dad's car to the club district of Bristol.
She was a woman, and she would get attention. Now, she just needed to figure out what club to go to and how to get in. Her decision was made for her when a guy, probably in his mid-twenties, broke off from his friends and walked over to her.
"Hey, sweetie!" Hermione looked at him and noticed that he was a combination of Harry and Ron. The guy was tall and had freckles, like Ron. Also like Ron, the man had azure blue eyes. Harry's features were in this man through his messy black hair and his glasses. If Hermione was being honest with herself, she would admit that this man wore the glasses a lot better and was just overall very attractive.
Hermione made a point to play with the hem of her jumper and look up at the man through her eyelashes. She knew she looked the part of easy prey, but she also knew that strength didn't keep her safe. Tonight was all about seeing how much pain would be inflicted on her if she was demure. Honestly, she doubted any attitude she had would make a difference.
The man had reached her, and with a glance over his shoulders at his friends, decided to press his luck with this waif of a girl. He saddled right up next to Hermione, and threw his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. Hermione could feel his breath tickling the top of her head as he started whispering to her.
"What do you have on under those clothes, hmm? Why you trying to hide that arse from us in those jeans? Don't you want our attention?"
Hermione bristled and immediately started wondering what on earth she had gotten herself into. However, she was here now, and trying to leave would only get her hurt. Better to play the game. So, with a deep breath, she leaned closer to the Harry/Ron guy, put her hand on his chest, and decided to whisper up at him all with a sly smile on her face.
"Oh, I want your attention. I promise. I just want to make sure that I get a name for the handsome man I decide to be under," in a spur of a moment decision, she looked over and winked at his friends, "or the men I decide to be between."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she felt terror flood through her body, but she forced herself to stay put. Running after what she just said just meant that they would brutally rape her. She would have to endure the trauma of a whip all over again, of that she had no doubt.
"Hey! She said she wants all three of us! Let's sure her how much we appreciate her eagerness!" the Harry/Ron man hollered to his friends. Then, he roughly grabbed her chin, pulled it so she was facing him and her head was tipping back, and leant in to kiss. Right before he did, he whispered "I'm Collin, and I can't wait to hear you scream my name while I fill you up."
Hermione's eyes widened, and she could not stop the whimper that escaped her. Collin, apparently, took her whimper as eagerness, and lowered the arm wrapped around her shoulders down to her ass. Hermione whimpered again, and then she heard Collin's friends cheer and their footsteps getting closer.
"Collin! Save some for us, you greedy bastard!"
At that, Collin pulled away from Hermione's mouth, but he kept his hand on her ass.
"You know… I think it only fair I get your name, since I gave you mine," Collin said with a smirk and a squeeze of her ass, causing Hermione to jump.
"Jean. My name's Jean." Hopefully, Hermione would keep her wits about her enough to respond to her middle name.
"That's my good girl." Collin beamed at her, and then looked to his friends. First, he pointed to the sandy-haired one, "That's Sam," then he gestured to the dashing brunet, "and that is Luke."
At that, Luke stepped forward and came to Hermione's other side, draping his arm across Hermione's shoulders the way Collin's had previously had. She expected Luke to be the one to speak, so she was halfway through turning her head to him when Sam spoke.
"Alright. Let's show this little lady some fun. Come on, Doll. We'll show you a real good time back at my place."
Hermione just smiled and tried to calm her stomach. She allowed herself to be escorted to their flat that they apparently all shared. Sam handed her a glass of wine, and then took it from her after she only had four sips. Before she truly registered what was happening, Sam's lips were locked over top of hers, his hand's tangling in her hair.
She could tell that he wanted her to make some kind of noise by the way he was pulling on her hair, so she moaned into his mouth and reached her arms up to grip the back of his shirt over his shoulders. Right after she did, she almost froze. She could feel one of the others against her back, moving her hair to the side, and starting to kiss her neck. She whimpered into Sam's mouth, which turned into a gasp, when she felt someone's hands move up to her chest underneath her jumper. She was instantly glad that she had just gone with a lace bralette, if only because she heard and felt the man behind her moan into her neck when he realized that he would be able to play with her nipples through her bra.
"Mmm, you just wanted your tits played with tonight, didn't you, my sweet little girl."
Hermione moaned and arched her back, thrusting her tits up higher as, what she now knew was Luke because of his voice, tweaked her nipples. Apparently, her moan and bodily reaction wasn't enough because the tweak turned into a savage pinch and twist, and he was snarling at her to answer him with her words.
"Yes. Yes." Hermione managed to whimper out. She was disgusted that she could feel herself getting wet from the rough treatment of her body, but she took note of it. Was she turned on by the roughness? Or was her body remembering the ordeal with Dolohov and trying to prepare her so she wasn't as injured?
She then felt her jumper being pulled up, and Sam nipped her bottom lip before pulling away to allow the offending garment to be taken off. She glanced around the room, and she saw Collin leaning against the counter, watching with a glass of scotch in his hand. When he caught her looking at him, he set down his glass and started walking towards her.
Luke stepped up to her and reached for the button of her jeans. The action was difficult due to the fact that Sam was sucking on her nipples, switching between the two, and Luke was at her back, kissing up and down her neck. And although Luke had been rough with her nipples to get a vocal response, all three of the men were now being fairly gentle with her, cherishing and worshipping her body other than just using it. The open-mouth kisses were turning her on, and as Collin pushed her jeans off her slender hips, she pushed her arse back against Luke's crotch. When Collin had completely removed Hermione's jeans, he stood up, grabbed her chin, and began roughly kissing her.
Hermione was overwhelmed. She could feel Luke's erection against her ass, and she couldn't help but to grind back against it. It almost felt like an instinct. Sam was still enjoying laving her nipples with his tongue before nipping them just hard enough to smart. The actions were frenzied, but they were not horrifying. They did not seem calculated to hurt her, not like Dolohov's had been the entire time he had held her captive.
Before she knew what truly was happening, she was being shuffled around. Hermione forced herself to take the steps. If she didn't move, would that be what triggered the violence? Were men inherently violent during sex or was it something about her that made men want to hurt her?
Hermione would start getting answers that night.
Around 2 A.M., Hermione awoke, her legs tangled in Luke's and her head on Collin's outstretched arm. She slowly disentangled herself from them and started looking around for all of her clothes. Honestly, she didn't care if she forgot something, she just wanted to make sure that she was outwardly presentable. If she didn't have any panties on, it didn't really matter. Luckily, she did find all of her undergarments. Then, she started working her way to the room that the night had started in. That would be where she found her jumper and jeans, and hopefully her shoes.
Unfortunately for her, though, her desire to get out undetected would fail because her shin promptly met a coffee table causing her to yelp. Sam stirred on the couch in the room having heard the bang of a run-in with the coffee table and then the girl's subsequent yelp. He looked up at her through the incredibly dim light and smirked.
"Off so soon, princess? Don't you want another round?" Sam gestured to his lap, which was clad only in briefs, and smirked up at her.
Hermione froze. She didn't want another round. She was sore. She hurt. She could feel the bruises on her hips from where they grabbed too roughly, forcing her to stay still as they double penetrated her. She had to think quickly.
"As… as lovely as that is… I should really"
Before Hermione could finish, Sam was next to her and grabbing her chin to force her to look up at him.
"That wasn't really a question, princess," Sam purred at her. "Can you be quiet for me? I don't want to share you. I want you all to myself. Moving just for me." Hermione shivered at his words and felt goose pimples rising up along her arms and legs. She also knew that her malnourished body could not fight, nor had she brought her wand, worried that it might get lost or broken.
"I… yes." Hermione cast her eyes downward. Hopefully, Sam would take that to mean that she would behave, and she wasn't a threat.
"Good girl." Hermione instantly bristled at those words. Dolohov might not have used those words exactly, but they still struck just as roughly as when Dolohov had given her orders. "Get naked again, then come over here and get on your knees. Collin and Luke hogged your throat tonight."
Hermione immediately complied, keeping her eyes on the ground. Once was she naked, she knelt between Sam's legs, leant forward, and opened her mouth.
"Look up at me." Hermione instantly obeyed, looking up at him. "Get my dick nice and wet, princess. You are going to sit on me with my dick up your arse. Do you understand?"
Hermione stared at him. It was one think to be roughly double penetrated. It was a completely other thing to have to willingly impale herself up the ass. At least this wasn't after a whipping.
Hermione decided she didn't have to verbalize her answer, so she leant forward again, and took Sam in her mouth. Dolohov had forced her into learning how to deepthroat, and after only a few seconds, she had Sam's cock seated deeply in her throat. Her throat immediately spasmed and tried to expel him, but she forced herself to continue. As she moved her head up and down just slightly on Sam's cock, she felt his hand grab her by her hair. She heard him tell her to keep her mouth open as wide as possible and stick out her tongue. Sam's next actions should have been expected, for he started thrusting his hips up into her, not caring that he was bruising both his pubic bone and her face with how hard he was thrusting.
Hermione tried to stay calm, but she was truly starting to panic. If she had marks on her face, she wouldn't be able to hide them from her parents. She was trying to dissociate by coming up with a plan when Sam yanked her head away and threw her back onto her arse.
"Alrighty then, princess. Seems you've gotten me nice and wet. Now let's see if we can stretch that asshole even more."
Hermione stumbled out of the apartment in the early dawn. If her father woke up before she got home with the car, there was going to be hell to pay. She was in such a daze that she was completely oblivious to the white fox that was sitting regally beside the car. She was so oblivious and just going through the motions that when she opened the boot of the car to throw her shoes and bag into it, she didn't notice the fox leap into it.
Hermione arrived home just before her parents were set to wake up, and she debated whether or not to get her stuff from the boot. She ultimately decided to and slapped a hand over her mouth to cover her scream when she finally noticed the white fox.
Hermione was completely frozen in place. Her mind was reeling with what Sam had made her do. She felt more violated than when Dolohov had tortured her. She had chosen to do those things. She could have walked away. She didn't have to go out. She didn't have to do this bloody experiment. But, she had. She had done it, and for once in her life, doing research had done her dirty, quite literally.
When the fox just tipped her head to the side, for Hermione decided that it must be a female, Hermione slowly lowered her hand from her mouth.
"Hi there… can… can you get out of the car… please?" Hermione stammered out. Why was she talking to a fox? Because she had put herself in an awful situation, and it had just gotten worse. Maybe it was because she believed that everything had its own mind and personality, but honestly, she just wanted to know if a beautiful fox would attack her just like every male she had come across recently.
Well… not every male. Her two best friends hadn't hurt her. Surprisingly, Malfoy and Nott hadn't tried to hurt her either. If she had read the situation right, they were horrified about what happened to her. Maybe she should reach out to one of them… She didn't have an owl, though, and under no circumstances was she going to use Hedwig or Errol to send a letter to a Slytherin.
The fox put her paws on the edge of the boot and yipped at Hermione, which made the girl jump.
"You are beautiful…" Hermione sighed. She wished that she could be as beautiful and regal as the fox, but she was apparently just made to be abused. Not for the first time, she raged against Malfoy for saving her from jumping off the Express. What kind of existence was facing abuse every single day?
Hermione gestured to the fox to get out of the boot. She really wanted to shower and go to bed. The fox must have understood, for she leaped down out of the car and sauntered off towards the backyard without another glance. Hermione half wondered if she would wake up soon from this nightmare and strange dream. She had been coerced into doing awful things with those men, and then a fox had gotten in the car without her even realizing. She grabbed her stuff and headed inside to take a shower. As soon as she laid down on her bed with her hair still dripping, she was fast asleep.
Hermione's parents checked on her before they left for their practice and saw their daughter sprawled on her bed in nothing but a towel. Mrs. Granger stepped into the room to put a blanket around her daughter and brushed a semi-dry curl out of her face. She tried to grimace at the obvious bruises that were starting to appear on her daughter's jaw and neck. She didn't know what Hermione was up to or what had happened, but she had a feeling that Harry would send somebody to check on her soon, if he didn't come himself. She just hoped that it would be sooner rather than later. If Hermione didn't start eating soon, she was worried that her daughter would slip into a coma.