19 Sept 1998
Hermione stretched out on her bed and sighed. It was so nice being back in Malfoy Manor and in a large, soft bed again. The beds at Hogwarts weren't bad, but a single bed didn't give much room to move around in. You would think the fact that they were uni students would afford them some comforts, like larger beds and the ability to have men in their rooms, but the Ministry didn't agree.
She'd been shocked when McGonagall had pulled her aside after class two days prior, letting her know that her parents had requested she come home for the weekend. Knowing it was probably the Dark Lord or Bellatrix's doing, she had smiled and thanked her Head of House. Being able to leave Hogwarts and have no one question her was a blessing. She didn't know how she would have explained her absence if she was still in N.E.W.T. classes.
Poor Harry had thrown a fit when he found out. Not that she was leaving, but that he couldn't. Whilst university level students were allowed to leave the castle one weekend a month with pre-approval from the Headmaster, Harry was not so lucky. Dumbledore had told him point blank that he would not be getting permission and all the exits on the Marauder's Map were being monitored by wards. Ron, sympathetic to his friend, had vowed to not leave on weekends as long as Harry couldn't. Knowing that the Dark Lord might summon her, Hermione had evaded the question when Harry asked if she would be staying as well.
Harry had shrugged, wished her a happy early birthday, and told her to have fun with her parents. One ride on the Knight Bus and an Apparation later, she was back with her fellow Death Eaters.
They'd had a nice dinner to celebrate her birthday and then a fun few hours where she came non-stop. She tried to do the maths to see how old she really was or when her new birthday would be but in the end, decided it didn't matter. Maybe she would adopt the day she was Marked as her twenty-first birthday and celebrate that day starting the next year. For now, she would spend what would have been her nineteenth birthday party with her new family.
And now she needed to get out of bed and prepare for Mabon, the autumnal equinox celebration and rituals that were happening as soon as the sun set. She had never seen an old magic ritual before. They weren't taught at Hogwarts and, much to her dismay, the traditions had fallen by the wayside long before she attended the school, replaced by more Muggle friendly things like Easter and Christmas.
Even with the establishment of Hogwarts University, they hadn't added new courses. She had been hoping for Alchemy, Magical Theory, Old Magicks, and classes such as that. Instead, R.A.V.E.N. courses focused on expanding the same curriculum as Hogwarts School. Hermione decided as soon as she started working for the Ministry, she was going to see about education reform. She had more than one idea on how to improve the university experience.
Narcissa had taken her aside when she arrived at Malfoy Manor and explained some of the traditions and rites she would need to do to prepare herself for Mabon. The ritual included a human sacrifice and then required sex magic to be done after. All of the inner circle, minus Snape who was required to stay at Hogwarts, would be there combining their magics to strengthen the Dark Lord.
Getting out of bed, she used the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She had showered before bed and would have liked to take one to help her wake up, but she knew part of the ritual was a herb bath that would take place in a few hours so she didn't bother. The outfit on the back of the door was her standard manor attire of leather trousers and a see-through lace top. Bellatrix must have taken her request to have a little more colour added to her wardrobe because the top was a deep orange colour that complimented her tan skin. Slipping her outfit on was like returning to her true self again.
She'd just walked out of her bathroom when the door to her room opened and Voldemort entered. She moved to kneel before him and he ran his hand over her straight hair before gesturing for her to stand. He led her to the sitting area and she sat next to him on the sofa. She sat patiently as he settled beside her before he finally spoke.
"What news do you have of Potter?" he asked her.
"He's already had a private meeting with Dumbledore," she told him. "They watched memories of your life. Your parent's lives."
She was quiet as she spoke, unsure how he would take the news that she knew he was only a half-blood. She had known for a long time, since Harry and Voldemort met in the graveyard more than three years prior. But she had never disclosed that to the Dark Lord and he had never mentioned it. Her heart began to pound as she waited for him to react.
"Most of my followers, especially the older ones I attended Hogwarts with, already know of my blood status. It is not a secret here but you will not speak of my parents, is that clear?"
Hermione let out a deep breath, calming herself. "Yes, my Lord."
"Do you know why the old fool is sharing my life story with Potter? Or why now? I would have thought Potter already knew this."
"I think Professor Dumbledore wanted Harry to have some normalcy the last two years. As for why now… I assume the Headmaster thinks that if Harry knows you he will have a better chance of killing you. "
"And you don't agree?"
"It is no secret that you are more magically powerful than Harry. I don't want him to die but I think it is clear who would win in a duel between you two."
Hermione's heart tugged as she talked so callously about Harry. She loved him more than she loved anyone else in the world except her parents. But that didn't change the fact that Harry had been very lucky to escape the Dark Lord at the end of their fourth and fifth years. Harry wasn't bad at magic, he wasn't overly powerful like Dumbledore or Voldemort, but he could hold his own against most people. But in a duel, unless Harry got lucky every time, he didn't stand a chance.
"You love the boy?" He spat the word love at her.
"I do," she answered honestly. "He is a brother to me and I don't want to see him hurt. I would rather see him Marked and standing beside me. But he is determined to follow Dumbledore."
"When we win, when I prove he can't destroy me, he will join our ranks."
"Yes, my Lord."
She hoped the Dark Lord wasn't lying to her. She didn't want Harry to die, but she also had a hard time believing that Voldemort would allow him to live. That was not the way he operated.
They sat quietly for a few minutes and she watched the flames dance in the fireplace as she waited for him to speak. She knew there was no point in rushing him; he would talk when he was ready. The fire popped loudly and it broke the stillness between them.
"How are things going with Severus?" he asked. "I know it has only been a couple of weeks but have you made progress?"
She shook her head. "Not yet, my Lord. But I have a few ideas on how to wear him down. I'm sure I'll have more to tell you the next time I am summoned."
He ran one of his fingers down her arm causing her to shiver. "I'm sure you will. Severus may be difficult, but he is still a man. And men have needs. He won't be able to resist you for long."
Hermione hoped that was the case. The more she pursued Professor Snape, the more she wanted him. She was ready for him to give in to her.
Hermione followed Bellatrix through the manor and into the family wing. The time had come to prepare for the Mabon ritual. The women that would be used as the vessels during the sex ritual had to bathe with specific herbs and oils to prepare their bodies to be the conduits of magic that were needed. She hadn't taken a bath with anyone since she was a toddler, and she was a little apprehensive about it.
If she was being honest, she was nervous about being naked around Narcissa. She assumed the older woman had already seen Hermione naked from the night she was Marked, but that didn't change the fact that Narcissa looked like a goddess fully clothed. Hermione could only imagine how perfect she looked when she was without them. No matter how much she loved her own body, she didn't think she had anything on Narcissa.
They stopped in front of a set of large double doors and Bellatrix turned to her. "Are you ready?"
"I think so?" she hesitated.
Bella placed her hand on her shoulder, calming her. "It's just a bath, pet."
Nodding, Hermione pushed open the doors and walked into the master suite. It was everything she had expected. A massive room with a bed fit for ten. The wood on the furniture was dark but the decor was light and screamed of Narcissa's effortless style. The hardwood floors were covered in plush rugs and the light gold sofas before the fire looked like they would be the perfect place to relax for hours when you wanted to get away from the rest of the house.
"Welcome, Hermione," Narcissa greeted her. "Are you ready to begin?"
"I'm not really sure what to do," she told her.
"We'll walk you through the steps."
She followed the two sisters into the attached bathroom and stopped as she took it in. The glass shower cubicle was massive and the sunken bathtub was made for six, at least. It reminded her of Las Vegas hotel bathrooms she'd seen in films, but elegant instead of gaudy. She tried to imagine what it must be like to live this way all the time but she couldn't.
Narcissa bent over and turned the taps to the bathtub on then turned back to them. "We undress in birth order, so we start with Bella, then me, then you. Once we are naked, we add the herbs and oil to the water. Then we soak for at least twenty minutes or until we feel enough time has passed."
Nodding, Hermione turned to Bellatrix, and with Narcissa's help, they began to remove Bellatrix's clothes. As soon as she was naked, they started to work on Narcissa. Hermione had to bite back her insecurities as she took in the blonde's naked form. If Aphrodite was in human form, she would be Narcissa Malfoy. Her pale skin was flawless and even after a child and being in her forties, her breasts were a perfect teardrop shape. They were the kind of breasts women paid thousands of dollars to have.
Bellatrix and Narcissa' hands roved over Hermione's skin as they removed her clothing next and she blushed as Narcissa looked her over.
"You are beautiful, my dear." She ran her finger over the purple scar between her breasts. Hermione had taken to covering it anytime she was in the manor because it made her too recognisable but tonight all concealment charms had to be dropped so they didn't interfere with the ritual. "Let's move to the next step."
Hermione moved to the edge of the tub and picked up the small basket Narcissa indicated to. It was filled with a variety of regular and magical herbs. Sprinkling them into the water, she ran her hand over the surface, mixing them with the other women's herbs. Next, Bella handed her two small phials of oil that she poured into the tub.
The room was filled with the different scents and even though they should not have mixed well together she couldn't help but breathe in the pleasant aroma. Bellatrix was about to step into the water when movement caught Hermione's eye and she turned. Sitting on the ground in front of the partially ajar bathroom door was a large garden rat with a silver foot.
"You perverted son of a bitch," she growled and wandlessly sent a Full-Body Bind curse at it.
The rat stiffened before falling over. Reaching into her discarded clothing, Hermione pulled out her wand and conjured a cage around the rodent. She cast an unbreakable spell on it so he wouldn't be able to transform if he woke up. She levitated it out of the bathroom so he couldn't watch them bathe.
"Call the Dark Lord," Narcissa commanded. "This is the last time that vermin looks upon me."
Hermione was confused about why Narcissa didn't call Voldemort herself and for the first time, she took in her friend's naked left forearm. It was free from the Dark Mark. Deciding to ask her why she wasn't Marked later, Hermione pressed her wand to her own Mark.
Within seconds their Lord was standing before them.
"What is the meaning of this?" he asked, looking their naked bodies up and down. "Why have you not started the ritual?"
"That rat, Wormtail, was spying on us, my Lord. You know once we are in the water we can not be looked upon by men until we enter the ceremonial space." Narcissa nodded towards her bedroom.
A hiss left Voldemort's mouth as he looked out the door and saw the rat in a cage. He had woken up and was shaking against the bars, the fear in his body obvious.
"You fool! You could have ruined the ritual. I have forgiven you one too many times, Wormtail." He turned back to the women. "Which of you caught him?"
"I did," Hermione told him.
"Then you shall decide his punishment. What would you like to do to him?"
Hermione looked down at the rat. This was the man that was responsible for her best friend being raised as an orphan. The reason Sirius Black had spent twelve years in prison for a crime he didn't commit. He was the one that had killed Cedric Diggory, an innocent boy in the dawn of his life.
"I want to kill him."
The Dark Lord ran his finger over her chest, slowly circling one of her nipples. "You are quickly becoming one of my favourite followers. We will use him for the sacrifice tonight. Saves one of your brothers a trip into the Muggle world to find someone. Do not delay any longer."
Getting out of the tub, the women took turns drying each other off before allowing an elf to take care of their hair. Normally Hermione would have hers down and straight but since tonight was just the inner circle and Snape would not be joining them, she would not need to wear her mask or disguise her looks. Instead, the elf braided her hair into an intricate updo that had flowers and herbs woven into it. She was so used to seeing Bellatrix's wild locks and Narcissa's perfectly flowing flaxen hair that it was strange to see the sisters with their hair styled identically to her own.
As different as they looked and as she felt, she had to admit that it would be easier for her as the night went on. She wasn't exactly sure what all the sex ritual entailed, but if it was anything like the night she was Marked, she would be happy her hair was secured.
"Hermione, dear," Narcissa called to her, "Draco told me you have a N.E.W.T. in Runes and you're taking the R.A.V.E.N. level as well. Is that correct?"
"I am," she answered.
"Good. That will make this next part easier."
Narcissa uncovered an earthenware bowl on the counter that Hermione hadn't noticed before. It was filled with a dark red liquid that looked a lot like…
"Whose blood is that? And do I have to drink it?" she asked.
Bella laughed at her question as she dipped her finger into the bowl, raised her hand, and drew Ehwaz over Hermione's heart before continuing to place runes at strategic places over her body. "It's chicken blood. And we don't drink it, we write with it."
She watched as Narcissa placed the same runes on her sister's body before it was Hermione's turn to draw. Dipping her finger into the bowl, she glanced at Bella's body to make sure she placed the runes correctly. Ehwaz for loyalty and commitment, Uruz for strength and survival, Wunjo for pleasure and harmony, Gebo for giving and receiving, Jero for harvest and reward. All things that would help them strengthen their Lord as they completed the rituals.
They looked themselves over one last time before grabbing the simple rough cotton robes that needed to be worn as they made their way to the ceremonial site. Anticipation filled Hermione as they made their way out of the manor and into the grounds. She could feel the power of her magic with each step she took and she hoped that this would be the first of many rituals she performed over her life.
Hermione entered the Malfoy family stone circle and looked around at her fellow Death Eaters. They were ready for her to complete the final act of the strengthening ceremony for the Dark Lord before the sex ritual could begin. Peter was already tied to the low stone altar in the middle, tears running down his face. He was gagged and silenced, but she could almost hear him begging for mercy as she approached.
Harry had made that mistake in her third year and she wouldn't repeat it. If the rat had really valued his life, he wouldn't have been watching her, Narcissa, and Bellatrix. He'd been warned but never listened. Now he would pay for it. No one was allowed to look upon the Dark Lord's favourite women without his permission.
"Are you ready?" Voldemort asked her as approached the altar, Narcissa and Bellatrix moving to stand next to him.
"Yes, my Lord."
"Do not delay, your family is ready for you."
Her eyes swept around the circle to see that the rest of the Death Eaters had removed their clothes whilst they were. Lucius, fresh from Azkaban, was standing next to Draco. Because it was Malfoy land, using the father and son in the sex ritual would only increase the power of it. Bella had made a joke earlier that maybe Narcissa should give Lucius to Hermione for the night, but Hermione had saved her new friend from answering by saying she wanted Draco tonight. She wasn't opposed to fucking Lucius, far from it, but she didn't think it was fair to Draco to make him choose between fucking his aunt or his mother.
Draco may be a Black, but she didn't think he was into incest.
Narcissa was the first to react, lifting her wand and casting a Crucio at the crying rat before them. Her spell was strong and a wave of Dark Magic crashed over Hermione, causing her cunt to contract and begin to leak. She looked at Lucius across from her, standing behind his wife, and his cock was already hardening.
Fuck, maybe she should have agreed to fuck him. Lucius' cock was impressive. Another wave of Darkness crested over her when Bella's spell joined her sister's and Hermione moaned at the feeling. Her eyes caught Draco's who winked at her then nodded towards Wormtail. She wanted to fall to her knees before her friend and suck him dry, but she had things to do.
She cast a Dark spell at the crying vermin and watched as each of his toes blackened, shrank, and fell off. It wouldn't kill him, but it would cause him pain and had the added benefit of driving her mad with lust. She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs under her robes and was ready to fuck. She had just cast the same curse at his cock and grinned when the shriveled thing fell off when Voldemort spoke.
"That is enough," the Dark Lord told them. "Kill him so we can begin the next part. I am ready."
Hermione picked up the ceremonial dagger and held it to his throat as Bella continued to Crucio him. Narcissa spoke the ritual words and Hermione sliced his throat when the time was right. The ground shook as his blood flowed down the rock and she cast her robe off her body.
After that, everything seemed to move in fast-forward and slow-motion simultaneously.
Draco was on her in a second. He lay on the grass and pulled her onto his hard cock, filling her dripping cunt in an instant. His hands were on her hips, helping her bounce up and down on him as he planted his feet on the ground and hammered up into her. She hadn't realised she'd closed her eyes until they flew open when a cock pushed its way into her mouth and the owner groaned.
Corban Yaxley.
She moaned around his thick length and relaxed her throat, taking him into it. A hand on her back pushed her slightly forward and she heard Antonin's deep voice cast a spell to ready her body for anal sex.
The sound of people fucking all around her filled her ears as he pushed slowly into her arse. Skin slapping, people moaning, and the smell of sex on the air only intensified her arousal. Antonin's large cock stretched her out but she felt no pain, just pleasure and she sent a silent prayer of thanks to the gods for magic. Merlin knew how much it would have hurt if he'd tried that without it. Lust began to radiate through her body from her Dark Mark and she shut her brain off, allowing the pleasure to take over. She came hard, squirting all over Draco's hips, but he didn't slow nor did Antonin, if anything, they went faster, becoming more brutal.
Yaxley's cock was suddenly gone from her mouth and another entered in its place. She had no idea whose it was, but she sucked it anyway. She was too focused on the pleasure coursing through her body to care who was using her. The two men began to take turns with her mouth, pulling her head towards them and fucking her throat violently before she was pulled off and the other cock took its place. Her hands were removed from Draco's chest, Antonin's arms keeping her in position. People took her hands and wrapped them around their cocks and she began to pump them as much as she could.
Time seemed to stop as she sucked, fucked, and wanked the six cocks around her.
She was pulled back to reality when jets of come shot from the cocks in her hands, painting her chest. She didn't even have time to look at herself before her hands were full again. Another orgasm ripped through her and she wasn't sure if it was her second or her tenth. She'd never felt anything like it. She had no idea what potions Draco and Antonin had taken, because she felt them spill into her but they kept fucking her; their cocks staying hard as their combined come began to leak out of her. Perhaps it was the magic of the night that was affecting them like it was her.
The cock in her mouth suddenly swelled. She could tell by the taste of his skin that it wasn't Yaxley. She swallowed jet after jet of the unknown man's come before he pulled out and was replaced by Yaxley. He held her head steady and fucked her harder than before. Two more men came on her chest from the hand jobs she gave them before Yaxley, too spilt, into her mouth.
She was still swallowing when she felt a couple of splashes on her back from unknown men who had found their own release over her. Or maybe people had helped them orgasm. She wasn't sure where anyone was except Yaxley and his softening cock in her mouth, Antonin still buried in her arse, and Draco still thrusting up into her cunt.
She knew she was covered in come and she wished she had a mirror to see what she looked like. This was exactly what she had hoped for the night she was Marked but it was better than she had imagined.
No more men entered her mouth or needed her hands and she opened her eyes. On one side of her, Lucius had Narcissa on her hands and knees, his hard cock pounding into her as he fingered her arse. Her face was buried in the cunt of a one of the few female Death Eaters that Hermione thought might be Pansy Parkinson's older sister, Peony, but she couldn't remember. Whilst Narcissa's skin was clean, the girl was covered in come and she was rubbing it into her breasts as she cried out over and over again.
To Hermione's other side, Bellatrix was riding the Dark Lord whilst her husband was buried in her arse and her brother-in-law fucked her face. She was devoid of come, except the copious amounts dripping out of her cunt and arse and Hermione thought she looked a little sad for the lack of essence.
The air around her grew thick and she knew it was the ritual magic coming towards its completion. Allowing herself to drop down, she buried her face in Draco's neck as the two men thrusting in and out of her began to fuck her harder. It was time for them to come together and be blessed by the gods.
"So perfect, Granger," Draco grunted into her ear. "Time to come. Think you have one more in you?"
"Yes," she breathed out.
She felt a hand snake between them but instead of Draco, it was Antonin's fingers that found her clit. Draco's hands came up and gripped her nipples, twisting hard until she exploded around them. She felt each of them come inside her as they yelled her name right after she'd began to orgasm.
Antonin pulled out of her and lifted her off Draco, holding her so she was kneeling tall with her thighs spread wide. She felt their fluids leaking out of her cunt and arse, but she couldn't be bothered to be grossed out by it. The point of sex magic was to let the combined proof of your coupling soak into the earth.
The circle shook as Voldemort cried out and Hermione watched his balls contract as he spilt himself inside Bellatrix. Ritual done, she looked at herself and was pleased to see her skin shining in the moonlight from the copious amounts of come that covered her body.
Antonin lifted her to her feet, pressed a kiss to her neck and she groaned as two of his thick fingers pushed into her arse and his other thumb found her clit.
"We're going back to your room, taking a shower, then I'm fucking you all night, printsessa," he growled in her ear. "I've been dreaming of fucking you again like the whore you are for months. I stocked up on potions so we don't even have to take a break."
Hermione moaned at his words. That's what she wanted, to be fucked by the man behind her. The lack of cock the last few months had been getting to her and she needed to be filled all night long.
"Yes!" she cried out, answering him and coming on his fingers.
He took off into the air, his broomless flight — powered by Dark Magic — turning her on again. Other people could clean up the circle, she was going to be busy for the rest of the night.