Dear Wizarding Britain
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm not even sure I can claim the plot, since I have read plenty of fanfics that go along with what I'm currently thinking about as I write this.
A/N: A reviewer questioned the fact that I have this story marked as humor. To be honest, I forgot what genre I marked this as and I had initially planned to make it humorous. As with all of my stories though, they seem to sort of take a flow and life of their own and I just end up going with it. So I'll probably change it to a drama, at least until I figure out where it's all going and if something else will fit better when it's all done.
Hogwarts:
Draco Malfoy woke up with a major headache, it took him a few minutes to remember what happened and why he was waking up naked in the dungeons and staring at the empty chains where Granger used to be.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed in frustration. The last thing he needed was that mudblood running off to the professors to tell them what he had almost managed to do to her. He had planned to have his way with her and then force her into a magical vow to be his sex slave, in exchange for the illusion of freedom to go about her normal life at Hogwarts, but be under a secrecy spell so she couldn't tell anyone. The magical vow to be his sex slave would have forced her to make herself available to him at any time he demanded it, and she would be magically unable to complain or refuse.
Now he had to do what he could to erase any evidence in case anyone came to investigate. They couldn't do anything to him if they couldn't find any evidence, not that they would have done more than just give him a detention, he's from a prominent pureblood family after all. So he got dressed and set about vanishing any evidence.
Once satisfied he had covered his tracks well enough, Draco headed back to the Slytherin dormitory and grabbed his toiletries to get ready for bed. Soon thereafter he put his things away, dressed in his silk pajamas, and climbed into bed. The moment he closed his curtains, he found himself face to face with a wide-eyed house elf and the next thing he knew was waking up in a windowless room, cuffed in chains. His last thought before fainting was, Oh, shit.
Harry's Island:
As Harry laid there holding Hermione in his arms, he thought back to what he, Fred, and George had thought about as punishment for Malfoy, while Hermione was getting cleaned up in the bathroom. Harry was absolutely disgusted with the git and more than a little bit shocked. Never in all the years he had known Malfoy did he ever think that Malfoy would have even thought of performing such an act on any girl, regardless of blood status, much less actually acting on it.
After much debate with the twins on how to handle it, suggestions ranging from castration to just outright killing him, they finally settled on a course of action, which should be completed by the time Hermione was done resting. Dobby was going to kidnap Malfoy from his bed and bring his belongings to make it appear as if he ran away. Malfoy would then be held captive in a secure place on the island, while the twins worked on a gender changing potion as well as a potion designed to suppress magic.
Once the potions were complete, Malfoy would be hit with a sterilization hex and then force fed both potions, hit with another sterilization hex, and then sold to a muggle brothel where she would get little to no rest, wearing nothing but sheer harem-styled lingerie. She would be left with the memory of her magical life, but no ability to use magic nor contact anyone magical, with the knowledge that this was to be retribution for what she had attempted to do to Hermione while he was still a male.
As an added precaution, the twins were going to take a trip in disguise to Knockturn Alley to see if they could locate some sort of leg shackle or collar that could be keyed to the brothel owner and then to whoever they sold Malfoy to afterwards, so that she would be unable to attempt to escape, either physically or by suicide.
As for Malfoy's belongings, well, first they needed to check them for tracking spells and curses, then they would decide what they would do with it.
Harry was startled out of his thoughts when he heard Hermione start whimpering. He pulled her tighter to him and rubbed her back soothingly. When she started to struggle, he made shushing sounds, "It's alright, it's just me, Harry. You're safe, Hermione. I've got you, you're safe." Upon hearing his voice, she immediately settled down, giving a little sniffle.
After a bit of silence, Hermione whispered, "I hate feeling like this. I used to feel so strong, that nothing those pureblood bigots could do or say to me would ever make me break." Harry felt her tears soaking through his shirt and he gave her a comforting squeeze as she continued to speak in hushed and broken whispers. "I feel as if I'll never be fixed again. I feel dirty and broken, even though I was saved before he could do anything worse than touching me with his horrible hands." She shuddered. "When I try to imagine being this close to anyone but you, I feel sick to my stomach."
Not sure what else to say, Harry said comfortingly, "I'm here for as long as you need me. I'm sorry I left you alone there without saying anything to you about my plans and giving you the option to leave with me, but I feared you would try to talk me into going to Dumbledore with my troubles, or even going to Dumbledore behind my back."
Hermione sighed, "I understand, Harry. I didn't give you any reason to believe that my faith in authority figures had changed. Other than Umbridge last year, I still trusted all of the professors to handle our problems, but not after I saw their reactions to you leaving."
Hogwarts:
The boys in the Slytherin sixth year dorms started to wake up and get ready for classes, still bleary-eyed and not paying too much attention to whether everyone was up and going or not.
It was Crabbe and Goyle who noticed that Malfoy seemed to be missing, but they gave an unconcerned shrug to each other and headed on down to the common room and then on to the Great Hall for breakfast.
It was during DADA with Professor Snape that any of the other Slytherins realized that Malfoy had not been with them all day.
"Mr. Crabbe, Mr. Goyle, do you know why Mr. Malfoy has chosen to skip this class?" Professor Snape asked in his smooth voice.
Goyle shrugged and said, "Dunno. He was gone when we woke up this morning. Thought he might have just wanted to get an early start on breakfast."
Grabbe added with furrowed eyebrows, "I think his trunk was gone, too."
"Five points to Slytherin for being aware of your surroundings." Professor Snape said aloud. Internally, Snape was concerned. He had made an unbreakable vow to help Draco with his task, but if he was not here for Snape to help him with his task, what would be the consequences of the unbreakable vow?
In Transfiguration, the sixth year Gryffindors walked in with the Hufflepuffs and all started for their seats. They were all talking amongst themselves as they waited for Professor McGonagall to arrive.
Ron was sitting with Neville, who was doing his best to ignore him. Neville had been concerned when he hadn't seen Hermione all day, but he seemed to be the only one that seemed to be concerned.
Lavender's response was, "She probably lost track of time in the library and fell asleep."
When he mentioned her absence to Ron, Ron said, "Who cares, she hasn't talked to me ever since Harry the Git disappeared." Not that Neville had actually expected Ron to show any actual concern, considering his relationship with Hermione had taken a downward spiral ever since Harry's letter appeared in the Prophet.
Neville had just decided that he was going to try to send a message to Harry after classes were done for the day when Professor McGonagall arrived and started classes.
They were five minutes into class when Professor McGonagall seemed to have noticed the lack of Hermione's usual hand waving and asked, "Mr. Weasley, where is Ms. Granger?"
Ron shrugged and said, "I dunno. I haven't seen her."
Professor McGonagall frowned, "Ten points from Gryffindor for not noticing when a classmate has gone missing."
In the staff meeting that evening, it came to light that both Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were missing, along with all of their belongings.
Many of the professors seemed to have some romantic notion that Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy had found love and had chosen to run away together, rather than to live with the prejudices that their union would unearth.
Professors McGonagall and Snape seemed to be the only ones that didn't believe that notion for a second, but there was no convincing the other professors. Dumbledore even endorsed the idea of the two running off together, as he could just blame their disappearances on teenage love and hormones, as he could hardly be blamed if the students ran away to be together, rather than something far nefarious.
Harry's Island:
Draco woke up to the sound of a door opening and he squinted at the sudden flooding of light into the previously darkened room. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but they widened in shock when he caught sight of his captive.
"Malfoy," Harry greeted with a steely tone. The Weasley twins flanking him on either side, both with uncharacteristic grim looks on their faces.
"Potter!" Malfoy exclaimed. "When my father hears about this—"
"But he won't," Harry cut him off. "Daddy's locked up nice and tight in Azkaban at the moment and far, far away from being able to hear about anything. And by the time he's freed by Voldemort," Malfoy flinched at the name, "or released after his sentence, you'll be beyond finding and beyond help."
"You don't have the guts," Malfoy said with a forced sneer, attempting to not show how scared he was becoming.
"Oh, you'd be surprised at what our Little Harrikins has the guts to do. Killing a basilisk at the age of 12 comes to mind," one of the twins said, Malfoy never could tell which.
"It must have been a baby basilisk," Malfoy retorted with false bravado.
"It was over 1,000 years old, Malfoy, I'll let you guess how big that made it," Harry responded carelessly. When Malfoy didn't respond, Harry continued. "I'll bet you're wondering exactly why you're here, am I right?"
Malfoy just raised an eyebrow in response.
"Well, let's just say that we know what you attempted to do to Hermione and we're not pleased at all." Harry said with a steely tone. "She's my best friend, almost a sister to me, and I can't in good conscience let you get away with what you tried to do without proper punishment."
Malfoy gulped, but quickly schooled his face into a sneer, "Such a good brother you are, leaving her at the school without protection." Smart enough not to deny his actions.
There was a flicker of emotion in Harry's eyes before his face hardened and he continued, "I hope it was worth it, Malfoy, because by the time we're through with you, there will not be anything left of Draco Malfoy, and you'll be spending the rest of your days remembering what you did and what you lost."
With a flick of Harry's wrist, Malfoy's clothes were gone and Malfoy began to shiver in fear, not knowing what they had planned, but knowing it couldn't at all be good if he had to be naked for it.
Harry noticed Malfoy's left arm, "Following in daddy's footsteps like a good little Death Eater, I see." Harry walked closer to get a better look at the Dark Mark, while Malfoy attempted to get as far away as he could without success.
Harry studied the mark for a moment before he looked at Malfoy and asked in a conversational tone, "You know what's interesting?" Malfoy shook his head. "It seems Voldemort was arrogant enough to believe he would ever be the only parseltongue to exist." Malfoy gave Harry a confused look.
"Well, we'll have to get rid of that before we follow through with our plans, I wouldn't want it to cause anything to backfire." Harry said calmly.
"It's impossible to remove," Malfoy said in a tone that told Harry how stupid Malfoy thought him to be.
Harry rolled his eyes, touched his wand to the mark, and said in parseltongue, "Finite incantatem." Causing the Dark Mark to melt away, all that remained was unblemished skin.
Malfoy looked up at Harry in shock and a lot of fear.
Harry ignored him and turned to the twins, "All right. Let's do this."
Brothel Unknown:
The twins were in disguise, standing on either side of a now very female and crying Malfoy, with Dobby standing as an invisible bodyguard.
Surprisingly, Malfoy transformed into a very lovely girl. It was as if she was meant to be a female, which made the Weasley twins wonder if Malfoy's parents had used the gender changing potion on Malfoy when Malfoy was an infant.
In addition to all of the potions and hexes they had previously agreed to use on her, they also enacted one of the tongue-tie hexes that prevented her from saying anything about the magical world. She could think about it and remember it all she wanted to, but she was unable to say it or write it down, not even her former name.
Finally, the brothel owner, Jax, appeared. The twins wouldn't go so far as to say he looked evil, but he certainly gave off the air of a muggle one wouldn't want to double-cross. Fred, under the guise of Bane, quickly hit Malfoy with a mild cheering charm and cast a glamour to hide the tears.
Leering, Jax said, "Well, now, she looks just as delectable as you said. And she's a virgin, you say? You didn't try to sample the goods?"
George, under the guise of Gus, kept his face impassive and said, "You're welcome to test her for purity, we've made sure to dress her in something with easy access for you, but we guarantee we did not sample the goods, nor did any of our associates."
Jax came closer to examine her. "What's her name and age?" He asked, as he proceeded to check things like her teeth, the feel of her long blonde hair, the cleanliness of her skin, and lastly shoving his fingers between her legs to check the validity of their claim that she was a virgin and was very pleased to find out it was true. He so loved breaking them in.
Fred/Bane made sure to hit Malfoy with another mild cheering charm before responding, "She's sixteen. We took her as punishment for a slight made by a member of her family and decided it would be better to allow you to choose a new name for her, so that it would be harder for her to be tracked down, should her family choose to deny our right to retribution and try to find her."
"How much do you want for her?" Jax asked, as he pulled his fingers back out of her and licked her juices off his fingers. He closed his eyes briefly and said, "Hmm. She tastes like heaven, I think I'll call her Angel."
George/Gus said, "50,000 is our price."
Jax responded, "That's bit steep."
Fred/Bane shrugged and tightened the grip on Malfoy's arm to pull her back slightly and said, "I'm sure we could find someone else willing to pay that price. She is, after all, a virgin."
Jax thought about it for a few seconds and snapped his fingers and wordlessly directed his assistant to pass over the briefcase holding the cash. George/Gus discreetly cast a charm to calculate the money to make sure it was all there and nodded.
Fred/Bane and George/Gus stepped back and released the newly named Angel. Giving a nod they said together, "A pleasure doing business with you."
Jax gave a lecherous grin, as he looked Angel up and down once more and responded, "I'm sure the pleasure will be all mine, gentlemen."
"Oh, one more thing, Jax," George/Gus added, as he held up a bottle of liquid. This is a new invention of ours."
Jax studied the bottle curiously, "And just what does that do?"
George/Gus gave a feral grin and said, "It makes it where they can't say no, makes them too horny to try to fight or resist."
Fred/Bane added, trying to be nonchalant , "You know, unless you're into them fighting and resisting you."
"The fighting is part of the fun," Jax said with a grin, "but some of our customers might prefer them the way you've described. How much?"
"We'll give you this sample for free, it only takes a few drops, so it should last you a while." George/Gus responded.
"What's the catch?" Jax asked warily.
"It will only work for Angel, it won't work for anyone else." Fred/Bane responded.
"Fair enough," Jax said, nodding to his assistant to take the bottle.
After a final goodbye, they all parted company. When the muggles were out of sight, Fred and George exchanged looks and Fred said, "I know the git deserves it, but I feel sorry for all the other girls in that brothel and I'm feeling just a little bit dirty for helping to contribute to the muggles that force innocent women to live that way."
George sighed and said, "I know what you mean. I don't think even 50 showers are going to wash away all the guilt I'm starting to feel."
The newly dubbed Angel was really starting to regret the choices she'd made when she was still Draco Malfoy. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that had she still been Draco Malfoy, there would have been zero regrets if he had managed to complete his plans for turning Hermione Granger into his personal sex slave. But now it was herself in Granger's position and now she was the sex slave. She was coming to realize that it would definitely not be a pleasant experience.
A/N: Well, this story perhaps went a bit darker than I intended and definitely darker than I've ever attempted to write before.