Hermione fell back onto the hard ground with the Bard on top of her. The Bard broke free from her spells only to quickly put her to sleep.
Hermione woke up to the subtle scent of aggressive alpha pheromones. She looked around in a panic as her protective instincts—as well as her need to mate—started to kick in. She felt the tell-tale signs of her cock slowly descending. "Ugh not now. This is not the time to have to deal with this. Where am I?" She mumbled.
"What kind of pink doily purgatory did I fall into? Did that portal drop me into Umbridge's room?" She wondered, sitting up and looking around the space she found herself in. She got up from the bed and explored the room. It was covered floor-to-ceiling in the color pink. Carpet, wall paint, bed coverings with frills on them…every decorative item was some different shade of pink.
After a time, Hermione took notice of the outfit that she had on. It was a soft pink silk teddy that brushed the bottom of her belly button. "What in Loki's name am I wearing? And why doesn't it cover everything?!" Hermione said in annoyance that began to grow into something that resembled anger. She tried to remove the offending piece of clothing, only to pause when someone knocked on the door.
Without even a chance to answer, Lucius Malfoy barged into the room. "Well, well, well, look what the kneazle dragged—" He stopped mid sentence in shock when he noticed Hermione Granger standing before him, and not his ex-wife.
"You know, as great as Crookshanks was as a familiar, I don't remember him ever being able to drag me anywhere of his own volition," Hermione said as she crossed her arms over her chest, not caring what she looked like.
Lucius looked Hermione up and down. He winced when he looked at her cock for a little too long to be considered subtle, but quickly covered it with a sneer when he looked back up into her eyes. "See something you like, Malfoy? Shame that it's already claimed. And by your lovely ex-wife, no less," She said with a smirk.
"Where is my lovely ex-wife? She was supposed to be the one taken, not you, Mudblood!"
"Watch it, Malfoy! I'm not in the mood to deal with your stupidity. Actually, there might be something that you could be useful for. How about finding me some pants? Unless you want to continue this game of 'does Lucius have a kink for Mudblood alphas'?"
"I'm not a house elf you insignificant parasite! Find your own damn pants."
"Aww what's the matter, Lucy? Realizing that the woman you were married to—who was supposed to be yours completely by the way—upgraded to someone who is bigger, stronger, and better in bed than you? Or is it the fact that I've awoken some deep dark fantasy you have about being pegged from behind by aforementioned alpha? Well, which is it? Because I don't really see any other options for your behavior at the moment," Hermione asked as she growled softly before pretending to lunge at him. He flinched slightly only to hide it by adjusting his clothing.
"None of those are true. How dare you insinuate otherwise! You inbred swine! Who are you to accuse me of such things?! I am Lucius Malfoy—" He was cut off by Hermione's laughter.
"I'm the inbred? Oh, that's rich coming from you, Lulu. Your family tree can't even be considered a tree any longer. At most, it probably looks like a trident with how much you Purebloods were 'keeping it in the family', Gods, I know there has to be some country song that fits your whole mentality out there somewhere."
Lucius growled in frustration at her comments, and when he tried to speak again, she cut him off once more. "Look, let's cut to the chase here, you entitled toerag. Why was it so important that Narcissa be here in this human-sized version of Barbie's dream bedroom?"
"If you must know, she was supposed to be part of the Demon Lord's gift to some higher up…or something. When I summoned him, I was mistaken for Narcissa in the sense that he thought I was a prime — whatever that is. I informed him that the only omega I had been in contact with most recently was her, which was during the time we went to the ceremony of our disolvement. So I changed the terms of our original deal. I am to help him procure her and keep her subdued until it is time for him to leave for his world," He said with a proud look of accomplishment.
"You well and truly are the biggest idiot I have ever met, do you realize that? Why, in your tiny misogynistic patriarchal brain, did you think that Narcissa would just willingly go for all of this? She doesn't like this crap anymore than I do, well maybe this outfit in a different color and for special occasions. This is fucked up even for you. Maybe all that inbreeding really did twiddle your brains away. Though, having told me all that, what were you hoping to accomplish after all this?"
"It's none of your concern, filth! The audacity to question your betters is astounding!"
"You wanted to take over the world, didn't you?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow.
"NO I DID NOT!"
"You absolutely did. You wanted some all-powerful creature to make the world in your image, of what you think it should be, and then make you the ruler of it. Does that sound about right to you?"
"You have no idea what you're talking about! Don't presume to know my mind!" Lucius seethed angrily.
"You're only getting mad because you know I'm right Lucy-lu. Well anyway, since you've royally fucked up the one job you had, I'd say that it's time you get me some pants, and introduce me to your boss," she said smugly.
Lucius grumbled indignantly as he transfigured the bedding into pants for her. She put on the pants and then quickly transfigured the outfit completely into a well-fitted three piece suit and sighed in relief.
"If you could do it yourself, then why have me do it for you?" Lucius asked in annoyance.
"I wanted to see if you would, and you did. So you just solidified my argument that you're a little bitch that can't think for himself and needs someone to tell him what to do," Hermione said as she stepped closer to him and pinched his cheek like a child.
He slapped her hand away in annoyance and growled at her.
She quickly gripped his throat and squeezed lightly as she lifted him up into the air to look him dead in the eyes. His eyes grew large in surprise at her strength as she began to speak. "Get this through your thick skull, you useless piece of shite. You are scum, nothing more than dirt beneath my shoe. Narcissa is not now, nor ever was, yours. She is her own woman to choose whomever she wishes for a partner. If I am lucky enough to be that chosen partner, then I will forever show her that she did not make a mistake in her decision. And if you even think about sabotaging her life again, I will make that snake-faced-corpse fucker's torture sessions look like child's play in comparison to what I will do to you. Just so that I'm making myself completely clear, I plan on putting you on a hook and letting a machine peg you within a millimeter of your sanity with the biggest implement that I can find. Do we have an understanding?" She uttered through gritted teeth, baring her fangs to him menacingly as she squeezed his throat a little tighter, causing him to choke.
"Y-y-yes I u-understand," he said while trying to breathe. She released him, watching as he dropped to the floor like a rag doll and began to cough.
"Good, now pull yourself together and take me to that boss of yours. Quickly!" She said as she loomed over him, her eyes swirling red with the threat. He nodded frantically and quickly scrambled up to his feet. They exited the room and headed to the supposed man behind the curtain.