Highly Attracted ~hotsleekeyz~

Chapter 8

Capture

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"HELP! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!" came a yell from a panic-stricken female student.

Draco and Dumbledore's eyes darted at once to where the helpless voice came and saw that it was Hermione rushing towards them. Draco ran to her as well and grabbed her easily by the shoulders.

"What happened?" asked Draco immediately with also a hint of panic in his voice.

"Your father. . . He took the kid!" screamed Hermione while she tried to catch her breath. Sweat covered most of her face and she was all trembling and frightened.

"How? When?"

"He just entered our quarters and stood at one part of the room and all I could remember was me struggling with Karl. Lucius wanted to take the child and threatened me of my life. He was about to curse me dead if not for Crookshanks who jumped to him and scratched his face! Oh Draco! What shall we do now?" queried the helpless Hermione whose eyes were almost near to crying.

As involuntary reflex, Draco took Hermione in warm embrace. "We will find Karl . . . No matter what it takes"

"But how Draco? Your father has sent him off to the Death Eaters' hide and we don't know where it is!"

Draco's eyes immediately shot at Dumbledore. "I know where it is Hermione. Just trust me. We will take the child back" Draco then directed to the headmaster, "Sir, could you please advise us on this? We need your help"

Dumbledore nodded but even before he could have said a thing, Hermione spoke.

"We can't consult the headmaster, Draco. Lucius said that any help that will come from anyone else except just us two, then he will give Karl to Voldemort as offering and consequence for his disobedience to the Dark Lord. I can't sacrifice that Draco. Not now. Not when I know for a fact that it is my true child at stake"

Draco held on to Hermione tighter. "Hermione, I understand"

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Voldemort wants to hear from you now", uttered Hermione without even a tinge of fear of the name. It was only sorrow and distress that won over her.

"No. I won't leave you now Hermione. They might get you once I have you out of my sight. I'm not going to risk it"

"But he has some orders Draco. I don't know how that happened, or even why he would order you to do something in his name. Draco, whatever it is, I don't want to know"

Hermione pulled away from their embrace and Draco noticed at once that tears wet Hermione's cold cheeks.

Draco morosely nodded and ran inside the castle leading to their quarters. When he was gone, Dumbledore walked near Hermione and clutched her shoulder in one hand. "Now, now Hermione. I know what you're thinking. But now, I reckon you have to trust him. Draco tried at all costs to save your life and the child's in the past---and he will do that again. Just remember never to trust the true enemy. Listen to what your heart is saying. This might be the worst time for you to feel that you have the responsibility over the child but I'm glad that I'm seeing somehow that your connection to Karl has been gradually improving. A little more time and you'll be more than certain that he is your child."

"Apparently sir, I feel like he IS my child. Odd, but I guess it really is true. I could feel it. Such unexplainable feeling surges through me and it simply tells me that he is mine---though I couldn't remember making him"

Dumbledore snorted. He was glad that the Hermione was still the old Hermione who has lots of wit and humour.

"I reckon we go to your friends now. They might be able to ease your mind at the moment. All I want you to do is to leave everything in Draco's hands. It's hard to trust him, knowing who he really is. . . I know Hermione. You've suspected of his identity when Lucius told you that Voldemort wanted to hear from him. And yes, the question that has been bugging you since that time is already answered by your strong sense of logic. You know the truth. But you know that his love is true as well, now don't you?"

"I can't deny that sir. He has been persistent about it", replied Hermione rather more calm.

"Very well then. Let's go inside and maybe we could talk it over tea with Harry and Ronald Weasley"

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Draco was down on his right knee before a creepy altar where a magnificent throne was situated at the middle. Serpents of different sorts moved over and about the branches that adorned the walls and corners of the dungeon.

"My Lord, what is it that you want to tell me?" asked Draco as he tried to suppress his rage.

"Your father feared much of his own life and so he asked for a second chance. As such, I would never let it pass simply and so I had him do what I asked him to"

"Which is to take my son", cut Draco in as he still tried harder not to go give Voldemort some black and blue area around his eyes.

"Yes, yes. I had Lucius Malfoy take your son. But it's silly isn't it? Today is the day when you first saw that child named Karl. And it's also during this day that you've accepted that fact that at the age of 17, you already have your own son. Have you ever thought of how mad it is? Have you, young Malfoy?"

"As such, the thought never really left my mind", said Draco without taking his eyes away from the floor. He felt himself steaming up. He just wanted to gain on the ugly creature before him and take his son away from that place. Draco knew it was impossible. Even if he could have done beating Voldemort up, which was near to impossible, the other Death Eaters will beat him in return. Not just that: he also had no idea where Karl was sent to.

"Do you want to get your son back, young Malfoy?"

"Yes my Lord"

Voldemort's eyes were gleaming like diamonds. "Then you shall follow my command. Every thing that I will ask you to do, you will respond to at once. We will play that game for quite some time, and IF, I get satisfied that you really are my servant, then, I will return your child. . . and the girl. . ."

Draco's eyes grew wide. The girl? Who was Voldemort referring to? "Pardon me my Lord. Did I hear you right? Did you just say THE GIRL?"

"Yes Malfoy. I have the Mudblood here in the castle as well"

At that, Draco stood from where he knelt and was near to running over to where Voldemort was only to find himself being in the hands of about five Death Eaters. "Don't you dare lay one finger on Hermione or you'll be sorry!" threatened Draco as he pointed his firm finger towards the filthy bastard in front of him.

Voldemort's evil laugh filled the dungeon. Too bad, it even echoed, and it rang over and over in Draco's ears even if silence won over the place again. "You're very brave to have that finger at me. Be careful young Malfoy, one more finger aimed at me, then your son will lose one of his." An evil smirk played on the devil's lips.

Draco grunted. He was helpless. "What do you want me to do then?" spat Draco in utmost hatred.

"Your voice is very unpleasant. You might as well change the tone of your voice or maybe, you want the Mudblood's tongue cut off?"

//No . . not Hermione. Why do you have to take them?//

"Pardon me my Lord", continued Draco as much as he tried to contain his overflowing hatred. He couldn't do anything against Voldemort's will. The Death Eaters then let go of him.

"The game we're going to play is very simple. First, you're going to sit on this throne, and watch everything happen in front of you. I reckon you could manage that. Don't worry one bit. There would be no blood involve. This dungeon shall not be tainted with blood, that's one thing I can assure you"

"Wait, wait. Before I agree to anything, I want to see that you really have Karl and Hermione in here"

"Very well"

Three Death Eaters walked out to the hallways and in a few minutes time returned with Karl and Hermione in their grasps.

"Hermione!" yelled Draco at once.

"Draco, don't worry. We're fine", replied Hermione with nothing more of panic in her voice. In truth, it was so calm that it made Draco afraid of what was going on in Hermione's mind.

"But I---But I thought you were with the headmaster"

"I was Draco. The moment he went out of the quarters, I--- I, I'm sorry Draco"

"What?"

Voldemort interrupted. "The mudblood surrendered herself to me. . . Draco, this woman you told me you love has surrendered because she loves you, and so, she didn't make it any harder for me to get her at all"

Draco shook his head. "No. Hermione, why? You knew you'd be in danger! Your life. . .I can't risk it"

Hermione then shook hers. "No Draco. It's yours if I don't"

Voldemort cut in again. "Now now. Too much of that! Since every one's in here, we might as well inform everyone of the rules of our game"

"No. Not until you get Karl in a safe place outside this dungeon. Not until every Death Eater is out of here", spat Hermione in a tone of seriousness that Draco always feared. He knew well that Hermione was up to something when she used that tone.

"Very demanding aren't you? Well since we will all benefit here, I shall make allowances for that", mouthed Voldemort as he snapped his fingers and every Death Eater was gone and Karl was out as well. "Now. The rule is simple. You, Draco, have to sit here on my throne for the rest of the night. You will only watch whatever I will present you. You will not be tied. You will have full liberty over your actions BUT--- you couldn't interfere what you're going to watch. One move to stop it, the life of your child will indeed be in question. You will never have an assurance whether you will come out of this castle after all challenges with your child alive- --or dead. . ."

"Fine. I agree. What else do you want me to do?"

"I will tell you after I'm done with HER", directed Voldemort as he darted his sharp eyes at Hermione whose head was lowered.

"What? Hermione, it can't be. . . you didn't. . . tell me you didn't!" yelled Draco in desperation. There they were, standing seven meters away from each other yet not one dared to get closer.

Hermione didn't reply. She just shook her head and as much as she tried to conceal her face from Draco, the latter witnessed how her tears continue fall from her cheeks.

"This can't be! NO, you can't force her to!" retorted Draco at the thought of what Voldemort wanted him to do. Voldemort wanted Draco to watch him and Hermione make love in front of him.

Voldemort smirked. "You can't raise your voice here Draco. I shall remind you. It's the mudblood's tongue at stake"

Draco's eyes watered at once. How could everything be so hard?

Voldemort carried on. "Now, if you may, young Malfoy, sit on my throne and enjoy the show"

"Why? Why do you have to do that? And to her?" asked Draco as his voice broke. Hermione felt a huge lump in her throat. She knew well she had hurt Draco that way but she also knew well that it was their safety that she bargained for.

Reluctantly, Draco walked up the throne as Voldemort removed his self from it. Every step that Draco took felt like tons of weight pulling him down. And he sat. . . though the feel of him sitting there hurt him more.

. . . that he allowed it to happen. . .

. . . that it shall all end like that. . .

Voldemort took Hermione in his arms. He circled his arm around Hermione's thin waist. Hermione didn't nudge. She stayed put and tried to convince herself that she should feel numb to what's going to happen before it actually does.

Roughly, Voldemort took his filthy lips over Hermione's and kissed her deeply. He stuck his tongue inside Hermione's mouth, wanting to get every space that he could. Hermione almost choked but remained cool. She was disgusted but she couldn't complain. It was Draco and Karl's life at stake. She had to sacrifice that much to make sure they get out of that place as soon as they could---alive.

Draco shut his eyes tight. His hands grasped the sides of the throne too tight that his hands turned purple at once. He was filled with guilt. He shouldn't have trusted Voldemort with his promise of not spilling any blood on the dungeon ground. Well in fact, it was his own heart that was bleeding at that time.

Voldemort's eyes shot at Draco. "You are not watching! Have your eyes back here you scum! See with your two eyes what wrong you've done, and how grave the consequence is!"

Draco shook his head. "No, I can't. . . it's too much"

A mighty voice filled the room. "IMPERIO!"

Draco immediately bolted out of the seat and got composure back. Try as he might, but his eyes were fixed on Hermione and Voldemort. He was just put to Voldemort's curse.

"Very well. Now young Malfoy, watch me vandalize this pure little thing. . ."

"No. . .", a faint female voice voiced.

Voldemort shifted his eyes from Draco to Hermione. "What? Just so you remember mudblood, you are not to disagree unless you want Draco killed"

"NO! Don't do it Hermione! Better have me killed than you doing that. I wouldn't be able to take the humiliation I've caused you", retorted Draco at once. As much as he tried to shift his eyes away, he couldn't. Draco wasn't strong enough to completely fight the Imperius Curse.

From her arms dangling at her sides, Hermione took them around Voldemort's neck and gave in.

"No! Don't do it Hermione! Please, I beg you!" pleaded Draco with his tears flowing freely from his eyes. And what not was revealed. It was one of those rarest moments---that Draco was crying. The known stone-hearted, filthy rich boy knew also how to hurt. . . and cry.

To surprise Draco more, Hermione laid her head over Voldemort's neck like an old ragged doll being slumped over a full-grown man's shoulder.

"No Hermione. . . please. Don't do this to me!"

At that, Hermione's own precious tears fell from her eyes. Draco was already pleading at her but she was not to give in.

Voldemort's evil grin grew wider than ever. He took his hands to explore through the inside of Hermione's robe, and soon, got it off her. More caresses. . . and a little more time and Hermione was completely deprived of any more clothing. "Young Malfoy, I see that this woman has a body far more beautiful than I could ever imagine. . . aren't you feeling sorry for not having to taste her first before I do?" asked Voldemort as Hermione was still in his arms naked.

"My Lord, please don't do it. I completely pledge myself to you, just please, talk her out of this. Don't do it, I plead. Take my life in exchange for this"

A laugh.

A laugh too evil that it seeked through Draco's inside.

It could have felt less painful if it had come from Voldemort.

But it wasn't. It was from Hermione.

"Draco, you're still stubborn. You'll never change", said Hermione with a smirk.

"Hermione, you don't understand this do you? You're there about to have sex with that man and here I am watching you get down at it. It's not my own sake I'm thinking of but yours, Hermione. You don't want to do it, I know. You could always have my life in exchange for this foolishness!"

"But I want this Draco. It's you who don't understand." Too firm Hermione said, she took her swollen lips over Voldemort's with much more force than the latter did.

"Please Hermione. Stop it!"

Kisses. . . warm, tender caresses traveled over Hermione's silken skin.

Voldemort was too much enjoying Hermione's change in emotions that he felt his member getting hard too soon. Anxious as he was, he positioned Hermione on the floor and himself over her. He nibbled Hermione's earlobe as Hermione groaned. . .No, not in satisfaction, but in disgust.

Draco's heart was beating faster than he imagined it could have. The more he watched, the more he wanted to grab Voldemort by the neck and strangle him to death. But he couldn't. He couldn't sacrifice not watching over Hermione's life.

Voldemort's hands were roughly massaging Hermione's well-rounded breasts. He touched it carelessly, to which Hermione felt hurt though didn't complain.

And no one expected it. . .

Voldemort had positioned himself faster than Hermione or Draco could have noticed but the devil's crotch was already aimed at Hermione's tight opening.

And in did his member go. . .

Hermione grunted in pain. It wasn't time yet to let the bastard enter. She still was dry and the friction that the first thrust Voldemort did stung like hell.

But no. She couldn't complain.

Voldemort as such was feeling his crotch harder and harder that he pulled his member out and thrusted it back in roughly. He went at a fast rate not minding the tight, dry opening, contracting even more in pain.

A few thrust more and he felt something wet.

He pulled his length out and saw blood tainted it.

"My, my, we've got a certified virgin here"

Draco's mind was in a swirl that he knew only to stare blankly. The Imperius curse was still controlling him and his eyes were still fixed at the couple doing it on the cold marble floor.

Hermione was crying. Draco was crying.

Voldemort took distance and went back to Hermione's lips and started to bite them. Hermione wanted to spit at his face but knew well not to. She was there for Draco's life. Not her own comfort.

He then traced his tongue over Hermione's neck and placed wet kisses over it. Down to the delicate space in between Hermione's firm breasts. . . and further down to her navel.

Voldemort was teasing. He licked over the skin below Hermione's navel, just above her womanhood.

And down a few skin more. . .

Voldemort's tongue reached its goals and he feasted on Hermione's blood- tainted clit. "Blood. . . I want blood. . ." moaned the creature and went back to licking over Hermione's virgin spot.

Virgin no more. . .

"I want more blood. . .", voiced Voldemort in a low, moaning way that it was muffled with his lips over Hermione's opening.

He immediately stood from where he's at and took a sickle hanging from the wall. His lips were tainted with Hermione's blood. Voldemort rushed out of the dungeon in what seemed to be a sudden trance of thirsting for blood more than making the real couples' life a living hell. He was off to the prison cell to get another prisoner to kill and drink fresh blood from.

As Voldemort got farther, his power over Draco gradually diminished. The moment Draco felt his nerves again, he turned on his heels and rushed to Hermione's side. He took her in his arms and hugged her as if he'll never let go.

"Hermione, I'm so sorry. Are you alright? Hermione?"

Draco patted Hermione's cheeks to awaken her. Hermione's eyes never opened from the time Voldemort painfully pumped into her.

"Hermione, please, wake up!"

Hermione moaned very softly. "I'm sorry Draco. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just can't---I can't sacrifice your life over something shallow as this. . ."

"And you let him do that to you? Hermione, your virginity is one thing you've priced over the years and you gave it up just like that! And it's not shallow Hermione! Even if you are not mine, even though I don't have the right yet to own you at this moment, I do treasure that gift as much as you do"

"I have no other choice. I can't afford to lose you Draco. . . and goddamn you, you're so stupid"

"What? Hermione Granger, we're in serious conversation here so could you just please open your eyes first and talk to me seriously?"

Hermione opened her eyes at command and smiled. "You're so stupid. After all this, you'd tell me I'm not yours? Draco, I'm yours before. I was yours before we knew that we were allegedly kin and I'm yours today, tomorrow, and the days after. How could you be so silly not to see that?"

"By far you've sacrificed, I'm not worthy. You're not worthy to be mine, nor am I worthy to be yours"

"Draco, please, if it's just IT that's the issue here, it's fine. It could have been some other guy as well but you see, if it's still not obvious to you, I love you and I will sacrifice more than I could just to show you that I do"

Draco removed his robe and took it around Hermione. "I can see that Hermione. But I don't deserve that much. My memory is good as it is and I haven't forgotten the fact that I've caused you to lose your mother"

"What's done is done Draco"

Draco assisted Hermione up to stand with only the robe hiding her beautiful body. She was nearly up when she curled in pain.

"What's wrong?" asked Draco.

With a hand fisted onto her abdomen, Hermione said, "I believe it hurts at an intimate spot"

"Okay then, I'll clothe you while you're sitting"

Hermione nodded and so did Draco gather Hermione's pieces of clothing on the floor and assisted the abused woman to get back on her clothes. Once done, Hermione reminded, "Draco, we've got to find Karl"

"Oh yeah, but first, I believe I've got one beautiful woman to carry out of this place", said Draco with a forced smile. He took Hermione up in his arms easily and started walking out of the dungeons.

As the two reached the door, Draco looked back at the altar where the throne he sat at was and saw that the snakes that circled through the branches and vines surrounding the place were dangerously staring at them.

With one flicker of Draco's fingers, he uttered, "Condemnus Inflamare!"

Without looking back, Draco felt the whole dungeon was aflame and never shall that place be tainted with anyone's blood again. . .

. . .A place that is forever condemned to be aflame.

. . .A place that he shall forever condemn.

~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~

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hey! I know it's kinda off with the ending. It's supposed to be a bit longer but I've already reached my limit for the pages here on MS Word. So, whatever that should have been included in this chapter, will be on the next for sure. I'm sorry it ended there but I assure you that it will get better next time.

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