Chained to You
A/N- Here is the next chapter. Please skip this chapter if you are uncomfortable reading about rape. While I will try to avoid overly graphic details, I realize that I may not fully succeed. I apologize for that. I know some readers may criticize Hermione for forgiving Draco. However, it's important to understand that he did not assault her of his own free will. Additionally, Hermione was aware of what she was facing when she returned to that alternate world. Evil Draco is indeed insane and cruel.
Good Draco is neither insane nor cruel—at least, not in that way. He takes responsibility for his actions, even when the situation isn't entirely his fault. Please note that this chapter hasn't been beta-read, as I haven't been able to find anyone willing to stay or connect with me.
Warning: Graphic Rape
This chapter will feature different POVS at times. It will be marked at the times it is appearing.
Chapter Seven: Horrible Times
Evil Harry
Harry sat cross-legged on the floor of the dimly lit room on the fifth floor, a crumpled map spread out before him. The flickering light from a lone candle cast dancing shadows across the parchment, illuminating the intricate lines and labels that indicated the hidden passages of Hogwarts. He squinted at the faded ink, frustration bubbling up within him. He was desperately trying to locate his best mate's girlfriend, whom he could only refer to derisively as 'mudblood.' She had seemingly vanished from view, and unease gnawed at him.
"Where could she have gone?" he shouted, his voice echoing off the stone walls. The sound of his yell drew the attention of Draco and Ron, who hurriedly approached him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. They crowded around the map, leaning in closely, their brows furrowing in concentration as they examined the intricate details. After three intense scrutinizes, Harry could hear their muffled curses under their breath, the sheer annoyance palpable in the air.
The map was a prized possession, a secret treasure he had stolen from the Weasley Twins during a visit to their home in Ottery St. Catchpole back in his third year. He didn't just see it as a tool but a ticket to unearth the hidden mysteries of Hogwarts. He turned to Ron and Draco, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin as he flashed the map before them. Together, they had devised a plan to use this magical item to unsettle their 'mudblood' until she was entirely under Draco's spell, both figuratively and literally.
But now, as Harry traced the lines on the map with his fingers, his heart dropped. It indicated that she wasn't in Hogwarts at all. He glanced sideways at Draco, who was focused intently on mixing a bubbling potion that smouldered in a cauldron. Draco's dark eyes were fixed in determination as he mulled over the ingredients before him, unaware of the potential rift that had formed with his girlfriend. Harry grinned secretly, wondering how she had managed to rid herself of the bracelet that had bound her to Draco, a token of possession that Harry had been sure would secure their connection.
Ron, meanwhile, had stationed himself near the only door, casting occasional glances into the corridor beyond, ensuring they remained undisturbed. Harry knew that the chance of someone wandering into their hideaway was slim—after their mischief during Easter, the fifth floor had become strictly off-limits to students. It was the perfect haven to brew potions and concoct plans to aid his best mate in reclaiming what he seemed to be losing.
Taking yet another look at the map, Harry's heart soared momentarily, a sly grin spreading across his face. But that moment was fleeting, as a frown quickly replaced it. "Hey, wait! I found her!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of urgency and excitement. Draco and Ron immediately huddled closer, their eyes swiftly darting across the map as they tried to decipher the mystery that had eluded them.
Evil Draco
With those words, his day was looking better. He would get his mudblood. He still had no clue how she got rid of his bracelet or that she had no memories of it or their night together. His groin hardened at his thoughts. The small moans of pain turned into pleasure that his mudblood was almost his undoing.
He walked up and looked at the map, seeing the letters of Hermione Granger staring at him. What shocked him the most was the name beside her name… Draco Malfoy. But how he thought to himself. He pulled out his wand, whispered a few choice words, and waited.
Seconds passed as ALTERNATE words came up at the side of the page and ALT over both Granger's and the other Malfoy's name. He smirked at this. "Looks like they are from an alternate world. "He told them.
"Hey, Draco. What if your Mudblood was in that world and that Mudblood came here? It would explain why she didn't have the bracelet on or that she is still a virgin after you took it from her." Ron questioned loudly.
"That could be the reason. Harry, where are they going?" Draco asked.
"They are going on the fourth floor." He told Draco.
"Let's go." He grinned evilly.
Hermione
As they stepped into the dimly lit corridor, Hermione found herself standing shoulder to shoulder with Draco. She glanced around, scanning the silent, empty rooms that lined the hallway. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, and her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and dread. Turning her attention to Draco, she could see the tension etched across his features. With a glance down at Theo's ring, she tucked it in more securely, feeling its reassuring weight against her skin. "Let's find him," she urged, her voice steady despite the anxiety gnawing at her.
Together, they began to move cautiously from room to room. Each door creaked ominously as they pushed it open, revealing spaces shrouded in shadows and memories. Hermione shivered, a chill running down her spine as fragmented recollections flooded her mind—painful moments from a time when Malfoy had caused her more heartache than she cared to remember. She stole another glance at Draco; his expression was grim, mirroring her unease about their situation. But as daunting as it was, she found a sense of comfort in knowing she had him by her side—his protective presence a small beacon of hope amid the uncertainty.
Suddenly, a troubling thought struck her, and she felt an involuntary flicker of panic swirl inside her. She vigorously shook her head, trying to dispel the worrisome imagery that clouded her mind. "What is it?" Draco asked, his voice low and laced with concern as he noticed the sudden change in her demeanour.
Hermione bit her lip, contemplating whether or not to voice her fears. Ultimately, honesty pulled her from the shadows of hesitation. "I worry that Malfoy and you will become allies," she admitted hesitantly, her eyes darting away as the words spilled out, "until…"
He finished her thought for her, his tone flat but pointed. "The time is up, and I get stuck to him." Her heart sank as she nodded solemnly, the weight of her worry hanging heavy in the air between them. Drawing in a shaky breath, she turned her gaze away, feeling the gravity of their situation pressing down on her.
She felt his fingers touch her chin and turned her to face him. "Gran…I mean Hermione. I will not hurt you at all. As a Malfoy rule book, number twenty-three, I vow I will protect you. "
"Rule number five: you can't protect something if you are not truly alive." Someone sneered out. Hermione froze at this and looked around to see a red light hitting Draco in the chest. Her throat was grabbed hard.
Hermione squeaked to see Malfoy glaring at her, and soon, her feet were off the ground. She knew if she struggled away from him. She would be more hurt. She whimpered as he caressed her cheek before he slapped her.
His cold, slate-grey eyes bore into her, narrowing with an intensity that made Hermione's heart race and her thoughts scatter like leaves in a storm. A chill ran down her spine as she felt the weight of his gaze as if he were peeling back the layers of her mind and exposing her deepest secrets.
Panic surged within her, and her eyes widened in horror as the realization struck her—he was delving into her very thoughts.
"It appears… this mudblood hails from a different realm. In her world, Harry and Ron are her closest allies, both members of Gryffindor," he declared, his voice dripping with disdain.
"So, she was the one you were involved with?" Ron's voice cut through the tension, laced with disbelief and anger. He and Harry struggled to carry the unconscious Malfoy, the weight of their predicament heavy in the air.
Evil Draco
He cast a disdainful glance at the mudblood standing before him, his lip curling in a sneer as contempt bubbled within him. Without a word, he grabbed her arm, the grip firm and unyielding, and tugged her toward the classroom they were using. The door creaked ominously as it swung open, revealing a space filled with dusty desks and flickering torches that cast eerie shadows on the walls. As they stepped inside, the air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and chalk dust, a stark contrast to the tension that hung between them.
Draco affirmed his actions with a chilling certainty, stating, "Indeed, this is the individual I assaulted, and I intend to repeat my actions. She is adorned with a bracelet, yet I remain resolute in my decision to apply the potions to her."
He observed her as she scanned the eclectic room, her brown eyes flickering with surprise and apprehension. Nine different cauldrons bubbled and steamed, each one filled with vibrant, swirling potions that emitted unusual scents and colours. As her gaze fell upon the concoctions, he noticed her expression shift from curiosity to alarm, clearly overwhelmed by the sight of his experiments—most of which were crafted specifically for her. He could count on one hand the three potions he had prepared solely for himself, but she was the focus of his work.
When she instinctively tensed and tried to pull away from him, he instinctively tightened his grip, holding her steady. He sensed the mix of fear and intrigue radiating from her, and he knew this moment was crucial. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and magic, and he understood that she was both fascinated and frightened by the unknown world he had invited her into.
"Position him carefully and ensure he remains a charm," ordered Draco with a commanding tone, his eyes narrowing as he directed his focus on the scene before him. He gripped Hermione's arm and guided her toward the wooden desk, a smug satisfaction washing over him as he watched his best friend prepare the prank with an eager determination.
"Please, just stop…" Hermione pleaded, her voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and deep unease. She felt Draco's hand tighten on her arm, holding her firmly in place. Panic flickered in her eyes as she struggled to wriggle free, instinctively trying to pull away from his grasp. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with the weight of uncertainty and unspoken words, making her heart race as she searched his gaze for any sign of empathy.
But he was relentless in his conviction. "No, you are mine. You have been mine ever since the moment you set foot in Hogwarts for your very first year," he declared, his voice steady and commanding. The intensity in his gaze was almost palpable, a flame that flickered with both desire and determination. It sent a rush through her, making her heart race furiously in her chest as if it wanted to break free. She felt the weight of his words, each one heavy with the promise of something both exhilarating and terrifying, binding her to him in a way she had never anticipated.
Without giving her a moment to respond, he captured her lips with his, pressing against her with a force that left her breathless. The kiss was firm and possessive as if he wanted to stake claim to her in front of the world.
"Hey, Draco, some of the potions aren't ready yet," Ron called out, his voice laced with frustration as he stood a few feet away, arms crossed tightly over his chest.
Reluctantly, Draco pulled his lips away from Hermione's and turned his gaze toward Ron, irritation flashing in his silver eyes. "I'm aware of that," he replied, his tone cool and dismissive.
Without missing a beat, he wrapped an arm around Hermione's waist, drawing her back toward the cluttered potion station with its bubbling cauldrons and scattered ingredients.
Hermione
Hermione's eyes widened in terror as she gazed at the collection of potions before her, each a swirling mystery hinting at unknown dangers. She turned to Malfoy, her heart racing as the weight of her anxiety gripped her tightly. There, on the cluttered table, nine potions bubbled and shimmered under the dim light of the room, their vibrant colours contrasting sharply against the stone walls.
The first potion, a bright emerald green, fizzed ominously while a shimmering pink liquid danced playfully in its glass container. The others varied wildly. A deep indigo potion seemed to pulsate with a life of its own while a murky orange liquid swirled lazily as though it held dark secrets.
Despite her talent in potions, Hermione felt a creeping sense of inadequacy wash over her. She had studied countless concoctions, but the chaotic display before her was unlike anything she had encountered in her classes. The uncertainty of what each potion could do sent shivers down her spine, amplifying her fear. She knew that without understanding their properties, the potential for disaster loomed large, and her mind raced with the terrifying possibilities.
"Sweetheart of mine," Malfoy said, his tone laced with curiosity as he leaned slightly closer to her. "Do you happen to know anything about these potions?" He gestured toward the assortment of colourful vials laid out on the table, each one shimmering with an intriguing glow that hinted at the secrets contained within.
She kept her lips sealed. He grabbed her throat and tightened his grip on her. "I asked you a question. You better answer, or you will be taking these potions without knowing what they are." He sneered out into her ear.
Hermione wrapped her arms around herself, feeling a chill run down her spine as she replied, "No, I don't know." Her voice was quiet and uncertain, reflecting her unease.
Draco smirked a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Good," he said smoothly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "First, let's finish what we started, shall we?" He turned his attention to Harry, his tone shifting to a more serious note. "Harry, can you pass me the potion in the pink container?" The vibrant colour of the potion stood out on the table, a sharp contrast to the otherwise dim surroundings as they all prepared to continue their work.
Harry handed over a small vial filled with a shimmering pink liquid, a teasing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "This is called the Ovulation Calculator Potion," Draco announced with a hint of mischief in his voice. "It's designed to determine if you're currently ovulating."
Hermione's eyes widened in shock, her brow furrowing with concern as she grasped Draco's arm in an attempt to intervene. "Wait, are you serious?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of disbelief and urgency. She was determined to prevent him from giving the potion to her. The atmosphere was charged with tension as Harry observed the interaction with curiosity, while Draco seemed unfazed by the growing intensity.
Malfoy's grip tightened around her throat, a vice of desperation that constricted her airways, leaving her gasping for breath as darkness crept into the corners of her vision. Just as the world began to fade, he released her, the suddenness of it causing her to choke and sputter as he forced a viscous potion down her throat, the liquid burning against her already bruised skin. With a swift, brutal motion, he ripped her coat from her body, tearing away her shirt as if it were nothing more than a fragile veil.
Hermione's heart raced, a cold dread settling in her stomach as she realized the horrifying truth: she was not glowing, nor was her womb responding to the sinister alchemy at play. Paralyzed by fear, she met Malfoy's gaze once more, her mind racing as she heard him bark orders to Harry and Ron, the chilling implications of his words sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes widened in terror, the reality of her situation crashing down upon her like a wave of icy water, leaving her utterly helpless in the face of their dark intentions.
A chill ran down Hermione's spine as she heard Draco's voice, the words "Ovulation Potion and lotion" echoing ominously in her mind. Panic surged within her as she felt Ron's grip tighten around her, his hands steadying her in a way that felt both protective and suffocating. The reality of the situation crashed over her like a wave, and her eyes widened in horror, the implications of what was about to happen sinking in deeper than she could bear.
Good Draco
His eyelids shot open in a rush, and the first thing he noticed was Hermione desperately attempting to break free from Malfoy's grasp. Panic surged through him as he tried to will his body to move, but he felt as if he were encased in ice, utterly immobilized. He opened his mouth to shout a warning, but no sound emerged; the absence of noise echoed his mounting fear, reflected in the widening of his grey eyes.
A thin trail of smoke curled from the corner of his right eye, its acrid scent hinting at something sinister lingering in the air, but he couldn't make sense of what was happening around him. His senses were on high alert, yet his body refused to respond.
"Draco. The other one is awake now." The voice of Weasley broke through the chaos, crystal clear amidst the confusion.
In this twisted reality, Malfoy turned slowly to face him, a malicious grin creeping across his face. He brandished his wand confidently, the dark wood gleaming menacingly in the dim light while only his head and voice materialized from the shadows.
"Let us go," he ordered with an icy authority that caused shivers to race down his spine.
"No," Malfoy sneered, his voice dripping with taunting arrogance. "Two hours to go before you and I join together." Each word dripped with mockery, underscoring the desperate situation they found themselves in.
Frantically, he glanced at Hermione, and the sight of her wide, terrified eyes mirrored his dread. His heart sank as he caught a glimpse of Potter standing off to the side, clutching a potion cup and lotion in one hand. The enormity of their dangerous predicament settled heavily upon him as hope dimmed in the face of Malfoy's cruel intentions.
Evil Draco
"Please, no. I can't bear the thought of being pregnant," Hermione pleaded, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her cheeks, glistening in the dim light. She tried desperately to pull away, her heart racing as she reached for her wand, but she quickly realized it was tucked away in his pocket. With a firm grip, he took hold of her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes, holding her still as panic swirled within her. The weight of the moment settled over them, heavy with fear and uncertainty.
Once, Draco gave her the peach colour potion to her. After making her shallow it. He knelt before her, his fingers gliding over her skin as he applied a strange lotion to her womb, the sensation both foreign and disturbing. Rising to his full height, a sinister smirk crept across his face, a glint of something dark in his eyes. With a swift motion, he stripped away her bra, skirt, and underwear, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, his grin widening as he revelled in the sight of her bare form, a haunting reminder of the power he wielded over her.
Her stomach was flat, radiating a subtle glow that hinted at the effects of the potion and lotion he had been given. It was a soft, ethereal shimmer, almost as if her skin was reflecting the magic coursing through her as he admired her; his hand gently moved to stroke her hair, the strands silky and warm beneath his fingertips. With a careful flick of his wand, he deftly snipped away several pieces, each strand curling slightly as it fell. He then walked purposefully over to the array of potions lined up on the table. With a steady motion, he allowed her cut hair to cascade into the bubbling liquid in the potion on the right, watching as it began to mix, releasing wisps of enchanting steam that danced into the air.
A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched the potion sizzle and bubble in the cauldron, the steam rising in spirals around him. Carefully, he picked up two gleaming silver spoons and began to mix in strands of hair, each piece adding a touch of the forbidden to his concoction. With a flick of his wand, he summoned a shimmering clock, its hands gliding smoothly to reveal that all the potions enriched with her hair would reach completion in precisely two hours.
He then reached for a delicate vial that glinted ominously under the dim light of the bubbling cauldron. Filling it meticulously with the murky green liquid, he savoured the moment, feeling a rush of excitement and mischief. As he turned to face his Mudblood, he couldn't help but relish in the contrast of his thrill against the portrayal of innocence that stood before him.
The goody-two-shoes version of himself, pale and anxious, eyed the potion with a mix of horror and disbelief.
"You recognize this one, don't you?" he teased, unable to hide his amusement as he leaned closer, his voice dripping with mock innocence.
"No…don't," the other whispered back, his voice barely above a breath, fear evident in his wide eyes. The tension between them hung thick in the air, the weight of the moment ensuring that neither could easily forget what was about to unfold.
"I will give it to her when it's ready," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "But first, it still needs to be mixed for another four hours." He shot a teasing glance back at his rival.
With purposeful strides, he made his way back to the bubbling cauldron, carefully pouring the viscous liquid back into its depths. As he did so, he cast a sly look at the girl—with his mudblood, as he liked to taunt her. Her figure was striking, and the thought of possessing her felt like a treasure just within his reach.
Turning his attention to the potions, he meticulously added the final ingredients, each one selected for its specific properties. He watched, satisfaction blooming within him as the mixture began to swirl into a mesmerizing blend of colours.
Stepping back to admire his work, he reached for a small vial containing a light blue potion meant exclusively for him. He raised it to his lips, taking two swift swallows. The flavour hit him like an unwanted memory, reminiscent of vomit-flavoured jelly beans—an awful combination that made him grimace involuntarily.
Next, he turned to the shimmering silver potion simmering delicately on the edge of the fire. With three confident gulps, he downed this second concoction. This one was far more pleasant, with a refreshing minty taste that seemed to clear his palate. He savoured the sensation, feeling invigorated as he prepared to finish the task at hand.
He felt himself hardened and grinned at this. He stared intently at the shimmering blue-green potion, scrutinizing its hue to ensure it was the perfect depth of colour. It shimmered slightly under the dim light of the potion lab, but he hoped it could deepen further. Nearby, the green potion continued to bubble ominously; its pale shade resembled that of spring leaves rather than the rich, deep forest green he desperately required. In contrast, the blue potion was gradually transforming into a darker azure, creeping closer to the intended shade.
Casting a glance around the room, he surveyed the other potions displayed on the wooden shelves. The peach and pink concoctions exuded a soft, inviting glow and had already served their purpose effectively. He noted with satisfaction that both the silver and light blue potions had also been utilized, leaving only a few more options available. The orange potion caught his eye, pulsating with an almost magical luminescence that signalled it was finally complete. A wicked grin spread across Draco's face as he seized a glass vial, carefully drawing out a portion of the vibrant orange liquid.
With confident strides, he approached Granger, whose strength had waned significantly. Despite her obvious resistance, she was held firmly by one of his companions, unable to escape. The corners of Draco's mouth curled into a sinister smirk as he leaned closer, the vial glistening menacingly in his hand.
"Care to find out what this potion does?" he taunted, relishing the power he held over her. The thrill of control was palpable in the air. The shadows of the apothecary deepened around them, amplifying the tension of the moment. With a determined grip, he compelled the potion into the gaping mouth of his mudblood, ensuring that every drop was consumed against her will.
Hermione
Hermione shook her head slowly, the room spinning slightly around her as the effects of the potions she had consumed began to take hold. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and for a moment, she struggled to keep her balance. As the sensation subsided, she became acutely aware of a strange feeling coursing through her body, something unsettling yet intriguing.
A twinge of pain nestled deep within her abdomen caused her to wince involuntarily. She glanced over at Malfoy, his expression unreadable but his presence somehow more intense than usual. The weight of unspoken words hung between them, and she found herself hesitating, an instinctual reluctance forming in her mind. The curiosity that typically drove her to seek answers was overshadowed by an overwhelming desire to remain in the dark about whatever was happening next. It was as if she could sense some hidden truth lagging just beneath the surface, but for now, she didn't want to dig any deeper.
"That potion has restored your virginity, my dear. That special place will belong to me once more," he taunted with a smirk, a glint of challenge in his eyes. Hermione's gaze widened in shock as the weight of his words sank in. She shook her head vehemently, memories flooding back to her—the last time they had crossed that line. The sharp pain was seared into her mind, a reminder of the torment she had endured. She could feel her pulse quicken as dread settled in her stomach, instinctively knowing she was about to face a familiar battle.
Malfoy dragged her away from Weasley, his grip strong and unrelenting. He shoved her towards the desk, forcing her to hold onto it for support. Hermione's heart raced as she watched him use dark magic to bind her hands and spread her legs apart, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. She felt his hand on her backside, delivering painful slaps that left stinging marks. She cried out in agony and humiliation as he continued to inflict pain upon her. The fear of what he would do next consumed her as she braced herself for more torment.
Hermione's screams of agony were muffled by the hand over her mouth as he pounded into her with brutal force. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat and blood that dripped onto the desk beneath her. Her body convulsed with each painful thrust, her chest heaving and bouncing uncontrollably. Her voice was raw and hoarse from the continuous screams that turned into desperate moans for mercy.
"I-I'm-"
But she couldn't finish her plea before hot, sticky cum filled her insides, violating her body in ways she never thought possible. She could feel it searing through her, marking her as his forever. And as she lay there, broken and used, all she could do was sob silently as he smirked down at her, satisfied with his conquest.
Good Draco
He stood frozen in shock as he watched Malfoy forcefully violate Hermione in front of him. Blood and tears stained her face as she screamed in agony, and he felt nauseous at the sight. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he also couldn't look away.
His mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He wanted to stop this nightmare, to save Hermione from any more pain and humiliation. But a part of him also felt a sickening curiosity towards what was happening, unable to tear his eyes away.
As Malfoy finished and Potter returned with the orange potion, he felt disgusted and ashamed for not being able to do anything to help Hermione. Yet, at the same time, a dark part of him couldn't deny the strange arousal he felt from witnessing such a scene.
Draco's heart pounded as he saw himself reacting physically, his body betraying him with an unwanted reaction. He cursed himself for feeling anything other than hate towards this cruel act.
His inner turmoil continued as he watched Malfoy take advantage of Hermione once again, his own body responding in a way that made him feel even more disgusted with himself. Unable to handle it any longer, he turned away and vomited, overcome with conflicting feelings of shame, disgust, and arousal.
Evil Draco
His twisted smile never faltered as he thrust inside his filthy mudblood once more. Twice was not enough, and he made sure to nod at Harry to give her the potion again. She weakly tried to resist, but he held her face in a tight grip while Harry forced the potion down her throat. He laughed darkly as he kissed and bit her neck, marking her as his property. He glanced over at the good Malfoy, amused by his pathetic state as he vomited on himself.
"Clean him up and prepare him," Draco commanded with a sick glee. Ron and Harry quickly obeyed, undressing the other Malfoy and positioning him on the floor. With some help from Ron, Draco brought his mudblood over to the other Malfoy's face and magically locked him in place, ensuring that his eyes were fixated on her exposed body.
"Please stop," she managed to whimper out. If she could still speak, then he must not be satisfying her enough. With a twisted satisfaction, he thrust into her once more, dominating her body and soul in an evil display of power and control.
He grinned, his face contorted into a sinister expression as he gazed at the mudblood beneath him. The room was dimly lit, but the moonlight streaming through the window illuminated their figures. She was lying on the floor, her arms and legs restrained, while he hovered over her. Ron and Harry were cleaning up the other Malfoy, who had vomited on himself, while he and the mudblood engaged in their twisted game.
The man's face twisted into a sinister grin as he gazed down at the woman beneath him, his eyes dark with lust and malice. He nodded to Harry, who held a potion in one hand and looked away as it was poured down the woman's throat.
He had an evil grin on his face as he looked down at his mudblood, her face contorted in disgust and fear. He nodded to Harry, whose face was determined as he prepared to give the potion to the helpless woman once again. Her body was limp and unable to move, a clear sign of the control he had over her.
Hermione
Twice, he had violated her, thrusting himself into her body without consent and leaving a seed of shame and pain within her. Now, her face was flushed with humiliation, and her tears fell steadily from her chin onto Draco's chest, staining his shirt with the evidence of her suffering. She bit down hard on her lip, trying to stifle the screams of agony that threatened to escape. How many times would they force her to consume the revirginize potion, erasing any trace of control or autonomy over her own body?
The Good Draco's piercing gaze met hers, and she could see a mix of emotions swirling in the depths of his grey eyes. There was shame for his actions, lust for her body, and embarrassment at being caught in this illicit act. She tried to avert her eyes, to block out the shame and pain, but her body was trapped beneath Evil Malfoy's thrusting form. With each forceful movement, waves of pain shot through her battered and sore pussy. She couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her face as the brutal assault continued. And then, just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, she felt him release inside of her again, his hot seed mingling with the tears on her cheeks. The mixture of physical and emotional agony was almost too much for her to bear.
She lay on the bed, her body tense with anticipation and fear. She had made it clear that she didn't want to get pregnant, but he didn't seem to care. As she sobbed uncontrollably, he pulled out of her and forced her to stay in the same position. Eventually, he pulled her up again and thrust back inside her, taking possession of her once more. Her cries turned into choked sobs as she realized she was trapped in this painful cycle.
Hermione's body endured more torture and unwanted releases at the hands of her captors. As she was dragged into a sitting position over Draco, the one who had once been good, she felt a dark force take hold of her again, forcing her to submit to their desires. She was impaled on his massive girth with brutal force.
The evil Malfoy took control, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust rapidly on Draco's cock. Her body was racked with pain and pleasure as they both reached their peak, with Malfoy releasing inside of her without a care for her well-being.
Evil Draco
Their lust-filled gazes send shivers down his spine, igniting an all-consuming fire in his loins. He relishes the power he holds over his mudblood, knowing her body is his to claim. The unmistakable glow emanating from her womb confirms that he successfully impregnated her with his potion earlier. With a possessive growl, he lifts her effortlessly into his arms and strides over to the desk. As she lies helplessly beneath him, he utters a vicious locking curse over her limbs, ensuring she is at his mercy.
As she lay on the desk, her body trembling and tears streaming down her cheeks, he stood over her with a wand in one hand and a vial of potion in the other. The scent of sex and magic filled the air. He looked at her with a mixture of desire and contempt, his eyes taking in every bruise and cut on her naked body. With a flick of his wand, he cleared up her bruises but left the marks on her swollen, red pussy untouched. He savoured the sight of her vulnerability before harshly kissing her, stealing her breath away.
As he walked back to his potions, he smirked at her, knowing she was completely under his control. One more potion completed, he returned to her side and forced the liquid down her throat, sealing their fate together until death and beyond. She sobbed and struggled against the magical restraints, but it was futile. He had won, and she was trapped in this twisted game forever.
She lay on the cold metal table, her body trembling with fear and the effects of whatever potion he had given her. Her eyes widened in terror as he revealed the vial, grinning sadistically. Without a word, he forced her to drink it, the liquid burning its way down her throat.
As the potion took effect, she screamed in agony, feeling her insides twist and contort. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, as if a secondary womb was growing inside of her. The pain was unbearable, but she couldn't even beg for mercy as she writhed on the table.
After what felt like an eternity, the screaming stopped, and she lay there panting heavily. But before she could catch her breath, he thrust into her used and abused pussy once more, his pleasure evident as he repeatedly cummed inside of her.
Hermione
She was consumed with shame, her body trembling at the cruel humiliation. Her tears streamed down her face, mixing with sweat as she writhed in agony. She desperately wanted to close her eyes and escape the pain, but his relentless thrusts over and over drove her mind into a dark abyss.
This wasn't good at all, Hermione came here to get the bracelet off of her, but instead, a horrifying experience came for her, being raped over and over for the last four hours. It was almost time for them to get back home; if they didn't, Draco would be emerging with this Malfoy forever, and she would be at his mercy for the rest of her life.
"Not that this Malfoy had any mercy." Hermione thought dryly and in sadness.
Lucky, she thought about hiding her way out with Theo's family ring, which was invisible to this Malfoy's eyes, as he must not have seen it or if he had but didn't care about it or was thinking of this to do to this Nott.
With a loud clang, the abandoned classroom door flew open, slamming against the wall. Malfoy's body convulsed as he reached his climax, releasing inside of her once again. Hermione let out a guttural moan that was a mixture of pain and pleasure, one that she tried to stifle but couldn't completely control; her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with an instinctual desire.
The stale air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, creating an atmosphere that was both enticing and repulsive. Despite her resistance, Hermione couldn't deny the physical sensations coursing through her body, each one pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. This moment, in all its raw intensity and taboo nature, would forever be etched into her memory, a secret thrill that she could never fully shake off.
A/N: It's halfway done. It's a long chapter, and I hope it's not too detailed. Sorry, but I failed to make this chapter too graphic and detailed. Oh well, you don't have to read this chapter at all. Just go to the next chapter.
Potions used: I mostly made them up.
Binding/ Wedding Potions
Ligare Corpus Et Anima- Means Bind Body and Soul Potion (1)- Blue-green
Malfoy Family Binding Marriage potion – Green
Black Family Binding Marriage potion - Bronze
Fertility Potions
Ubertas Potion Fertility – Peachy Color = Legal used at the St Mungos hospital. TOOK
Ovulation Calculatura Potion = Ovulation Calculator- Pink Color = Legal used at the St Mungos hospital. TOOK
Illegal Potions
Sperm X potion- It all depends on the drops that the person takes. For example, two drops will be twice the court of sperm that is released from ejaculation. It's a simmering silver potion. TOOK
Ovulation Potion and lotion- makes the female go into ovulation, but the side effect is more than one egg is released, making it bad. TOOK
Virgin tighter potion- Makes the female a virgin all over again. Orange potion. TOOK
Second Womb holder potion- Holds the eggs that the sperm have fertilized and that they would grow until the spell is cast for the next one. TOOK
The light blue potion doesn't have a name, but it is like the little blue pill that men take in the normal world. -TOOK