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The death of Voldemort had bought the wizarding world forward in many ways, though backwards in others.

Kingsley had tried his best to make positive strides, but he was simply too outnumbered. There was no way to prove the ministry officials hadn't been acting under the imperius curse, and so could they all really be thrown into Azkaban for crimes committed so unwillingly? Between that palaver and the fact that so many death eaters and snatchers left the country, only a handful of the Dark Lords army actually sat behind bars. 

Kingsley had introduced a multitude of muggle technology into the wizarding world, something that benefitted Blaise Zabinis life greatly.

It was a shame that hadn't been enough to keep Kingsley safe, as he had been found dead in his manor within two years as Minister of Magic. 

Blaise let out a groan as he focussed on the screen in front of him, his hand grasping his throbbing cock as he took in the scene. 

A petite brunette witch was bent over in between two muscular wizards, one of them fucking her mouth whilst the other pounded into her pussy. The sounds of moans and grunts floated through the speaker next to the computer screen, creating music for Blaises ears as he fucked himself with his hand, matching the pace of the wizards on the screen. A loud smack came from the room, followed by a muffled feminine moan. 

"That's it, mudblood." The one taking her mouth groaned. "Take it all, like the whore you are." The wanton witch did nothing more than moan again in response, causing both wizards to grunt in return, their paces quickening. The hour was nearly at an end and they had used her well, Blaise could admit. 

He imagined himself in the fray, taking her ass while the other men continued their work. He imagined gripping her petite breasts, pinching her nipples until she writhed under him. "Fuck." He groaned as he zoned out from the men on the screen and focussed on his own perspective. He pictured himself wrapping her wild hair around his fist and pulling her head back, exposing her delicate neck to the others and watching as they bit and sucked the pale skin. 

His breathing deepened as his hard cock pulsed, the arousal building within him at a rapid pace. From the sounds of grunts and screams coming from the speaker, he wasn't the only one at the edge. He watched once more as the wizards pounded into the tiny witch at excruciating speeds before each of them coming to a halt, almost at the same time. Blaise came with a guttural groan, covering his hand and stomach with his seed as the sound of the witch choking on cum filled his ears, the wizards telling her what a good little whore she had been. 

As he cleaned himself he watched as the men pulled their trousers up and left the room, barely glancing at the witch laying on the floor.

He observed the witch keenly as she slowly made her way to her feet and found her underwear, pulling the garment on hastily before picking up her discarded wand and pointing it to herself, muttering words so quietly the wizard could barely hear. In less than a minute, it was as though the hour long threesome had barely happened. The witch almost looked unaffected as she made her way to the door, her face impassive as she left the room. 

If it wasn't for the slight shake of her legs, nobody would have known what she had even been up to. 

Hermione shuffled as she placed the key into the lock, her mobile pressed between her left ear and her shoulder. She double checked the door was completely shut before responding to the witch on the phone. 

"I'm telling you, Pans. He asked about you four times after you left. Kept interrupting me as I was making my way to the private suite-"

"Yes, but surely he was just after another lap dance?" The witch asked through the phone. As a dancer, Pansy finished her shift at three in the morning, whereas Hermione was on the closing shift, meaning she had to cash in the till and lock the building.

It was six in the morning, and Pansy refused to allow Hermione to make her way to the apparation point without at least being on the phone. Hermione appreciated it, appreciated everything Pansy did.

The dark haired witch had bumped into her on the street when she had returned to the UK, a look of shock on her face before she had grasped Hermiones arm and apparated them to her flat. "What the fuck-" Hermione had started, furious that she had basically just kidnapped her in broad daylight. "What the fuck yourself, Granger! You can't be walking around on your own, do you not read the bloody newspapers?!" She had shrieked, looking frantic. 

"You were on your own." Hermione had replied in confusion. Everything had been so odd since she had returned from Slovakia, and she didn't like it. The uneasy feeling in her gut had only grown worse. 

"I'm not a muggleborn, for starters! And my cousin was in the shop. I ran and left him when I saw you. I know you've been gone a while, Granger, but you need to get up to date before you get yourself killed!"

That had been three years ago, and every day since Hermione found herself grateful for the witch.

"No, I don't think so." Hermione answered her as she looked both ways down the street before making her way to the apparation point. Even on the phone, her senses were on high alert. Just the walk down the street was a risk, and Hermione hated it. But her and Pansy didn't have a floo in their flat, and the owner of the club liked everything to be locked up in both the muggle and magical sense.

"Neville's been coming to the club every Friday since he was dragged here on that stag six months ago. He's getting braver each time, you've got to admit. And he never even looks at the other girls, only you." Hermione classed him as a good friend, yet she barely got more than a distracted "Hiya, Mione." when Pansy was in the room. 

"He keeps offering to walk me home." Pansy admitted as Hermione glanced around confused. A dark shadow moving further down the street had her on edge, and so she quickly hung up the phone and retrieved her wand. The shadow seemed to immediately vanish, but the uneasy feeling didn't. Keeping her wand grasped firmly, Hermione walked as fast as possible to the hidden spot in the alley before apparating to the reception area of her block of flats. 

"Morning, Miss Granger." Marley greeted from his place at his desk as Hermione popped into the room. Marley was an older wizard, working as security for the flats. His large ears and nose made Hermione wonder if he was part goblin, though she never had the courage to ask. He put her on edge slightly, but he was safe. The block of flats was one of the only buildings within the UK still willing to house single women, and Marley took their safety seriously. 

Marley had chased off many a leery man, and all of the women in the flats felt much safer with him there. The security company he worked under had fired him a year ago, and each of the women had decided to chip in and pay his wages themselves. 

"Morning, Marley. Did you sleep well?" She asked politely as she made her way to her postbox, unsurprised to see it empty as always. 

"As well as ever, Miss." He said with a smile, which always looked more like an animal baring their teeth than anything else. 

"Well, I hope you can have a snooze during the day." She told him with a smile of her own before making her way to the flat. 

Another unsurprising event was how furious Pansy was when Hermione made her way into the flat.

"We don't hang up, Granger! You agreed!" The witch yelled as Hermione walked over the threshold. 

"I know, Pans, I just-" 

"No! We don't hang up! I didn't hang up that time the imp followed me, did I? Nope! I stayed on the phone even as I knocked the freak out!" Hermione nodded at Pansys words, allowing her to finish her rant before she responded. "And that time the creep from the club tried to grab me, I stayed on the phone to you while I incarcerated him! And if I can handle men with one hand while my phone is in the other, then the brightest witch of our age can!" 

"You're right." Hermione relented, holding her hands up in defeat. "I saw a shadow moving, and I wanted to be able to hear if there was someone hiding. As soon as I pulled my wand out it disappeared. I legged it straight back. I'm sorry, Pans. I didn't mean to scare you." 

Pansy sniffed, her dark eyes looking slightly red as she made her way to Hermione and pulled her in for a hug. It always surprised Hermione, just how truly caring Pansy Parkinson was.

She had enfolded Hermione into her life seamlessly, moving her into her flat as soon as she heard Hermione was living in a downtrodden hotel, getting her a job in the strip club she worked in, not asking for any rent whilst Hermione got on her feet. "It's a cruel world for women, Granger." She had told her. "The last thing any of us should do is make it harder for one another." 

Childhood issues seemed so miniscule when women were going missing every day, only to be found brutally raped and murdered. Illegal brothels were opening up on most corners, full of magical and muggle women alike. The strip club where they worked seemed to be one of the safest places, the anonymous owners protecting their women in every way they could. Any untoward behaviour from customers found them thrown onto the street, a relief to the dancers, bar staff and cleaners alike. 

"I'm sorry, Pans. I still forget how to deal with things with you by my side." Hermione admitted. Seven years alone had hardened Hermione. Though she had had teachers, even some acquaintances, she had mostly been solo. 

"It's okay, Hermione." Pansy told her honestly as she moved back, sniffing ever so slightly. "I just get scared, Daphne-"

"I know, you don't have to relive it." Hermione told her gently. "I won't hang up again, I promise." Pansy sniffed once more, giving Hermione a watery smile before returning to her bedroom. Hermione sighed, feeling guilty for hanging up and upsetting Pansy. Daphnes death had traumatised the witch. They had been best friends, it had been early in the war against women. They had believed themselves to be invincible, for who would harm a pureblood witch from a noble family? Judging by the hanging body of Daphne Greengrass in the middle of Diagon alley, somebody would. 

Hermione kept her promise. She didn't hang up on Pansy when she saw the shadows growing closer each time she walked home at the end of her shift. She didn't hang up when the cloaked hand tried to grasp her just before she apparated home. She didn't hang up six weeks later when Pansy was telling her all about her escapades in Nevilles manor, where she was staying the night. 

"Honestly, Hermione. I forgot what a true sized bathtub was like!" She squealed as water splashed in the background. Hermione smiled as she popped into the reception area, the smile immediately turning into a frown as she realised Marley wasn't sat at his desk as he usually was at six fifteen on a Saturday morning. Still, Hermione did not hang up. 

"Pans." She breathed as quietly as she could, all of her knowledge coming to her as terror gripped her. "Have our wards been breached?" A sharp inhale filled the phone as Pansy checked the wards. 

"Not from what I can see. What's going on?" The witch asked just as quietly. Hermione had taught her her the importance of being as quiet as possible in dangerous situations, and Pansy had listened. Hermione wordlessly disillusioned herself, scanning the building as she made her way up the steps. Nobody passed her. Silence lingered in the tiled staircase. 

"Marleys not there." Hermione explained as quietly as she could, her words barely a breath. "My gut is telling me somebody is in our flat." 

"Granger, get out of there!" Pansy hissed. "Everything you need is in your bag, right?" It was. The war had taught Hermione to always be prepared, and she had never let that lesson go. Still, she needed to know who was in her flat. "Apparate to Longbottom manor, Hermione!" 

The door to number thirteen had been forced open, then carefully put back in place. The broken hinges could barely be seen, and somebody in a rush would have completely bypassed that and forced their way straight into danger. But Hermione Granger wasn't in a rush. A quick Homenum Revelio showed there was one person in the flat waiting for her. How had they bypassed the wards? This wasn't a typical breaking and entering, Hermione was sure. This was linked to the shadows chasing her. 

"Pans, I have to see who is in there. I'll stay on the phone." Hermione muted her phone as the pitch of Pansys voice climbed several octaves. 

Carefully, so, so, carefully, Hermione magically moved the door just enough to squeeze into the flat without detection. As she suspected, nobody was in the living room. They were waiting in her bedroom. As she took a further step into the room a wave of magic flew over her, causing her to freeze. Hermione tried to take a step back and was shoved by an invisible force back into the room.

Fuck. 

"They've warded the flat, I can't walk back out." She told Pansy as quietly as she could, though she couldn't hear her response. "I suspect there will be an anti-apparation ward, too. I'm going to have to use your hidden portkey, okay?" Hermione hoped Pansy was agreeing down the phone, seeing as she couldn't un-mute her. 

"I'm sorry, Pans. I'm going to hang up now. I love you." Hermione cut the call as her adrenaline began to flow. Hermione lifted her wand and attempted to cast a simple lumos, not surprised in the slightest when her wand remained unresponsive. Whoever this was, they knew what they were doing. Hermione hated herself for the smirk that grew on her face, the thrill of anticipation that flew through her body. She hadn't had a good fight in so long. 

"Pans? What's going on?" She called out, filling her voice with fear. Of course, the flat remained silent as she made her way to the kitchen and pulled a sharp knife from the drawer and tucked it into her trousers, keeping the blade in it's protective casing. 

"Pansy?" She called again as she walked to her room. Part of her wondered if she should grab the portkey first, but she didn't want to alert the visitor that she knew something was wrong. She'd deal with him and portkey out before his backup arrived. 

Hermione took a deep breath before pushing her bedroom door open and immediately ducking, avoiding the punch thrown by the tall wizard stood just inside the room. He shouted in annoyance as Hermione kicked a foot out, landing a well placed kick to his ankle and causing him to lose his balance. She straightened and pushed him further, grateful for the wards that had prevented the use of magic. The man hadn't expected her to know how to fight, she was sure. 

The man had a hood over his head, which wasn't a surprise. He landed with a loud thud before grasping Hermione ankle. She screamed as she fell to the floor, the firm grasp on her leg not wavering. 

"Fucking bitch, I'll have you." The furious man howled as Hermione placed a well aimed punch to his gut, winding him. Hermione fought furiously as he grabbed her, putting his body over hers no matter how hard she punched and fought. He was a better fighter than she had anticipated and Hermione cursed herself for not keeping up with sparring. A solid elbow to the ribs knocked the wind out of Hermione, causing her to wretch as a hand grasped her hair, flinging her down onto her chest. Fear gripped her as the man huffed, pushing himself up behind Hermione as she tried to fight back. He was much stronger than she had expected, and she was struggling. She heard the sound of a zip moving down as the man grunted behind her, causing bile to rise in her throat as she slowly moved her hand towards the waistband of her trousers. 

"Stop moving, mudblood cunt." The man snarled, pulling her hair so tight that tears welled in her eyes. Keeping the movements as small as possible Hermione extracted the knife, hiding it under her body as she felt the man began to attempt to pull her trousers down, his legs pinning her own to the ground.

"Fuck you!" She screamed as she grasped the knife and blindly plunged it behind her, praying to Morgana that she hit a fatal spot. The hollow shout that rang through the room told her that her prayers had been answered, but the knife was ripped from her hand before she could do any more damage. 

Acting as fast as she could, Hermione flung herself back, pushing the lump of a man to the floor and fleeing the room as fast as she possibly could. She heard the thundering bellows and stomps behind her as she ran to Pansys room as fast as she could, her hands shaking as she rummaged through her friends bedside table. The door flew open behind her just as she found the ring box and opened it, hastily grasping the marble and catching her breath as the world around her turned dark. 

The wards were shaking. Blaise grumbled as he quickly made his way out of bed, not bothering to change out of his pyjamas. Did ministry officials really have to stop by so early on a Saturday morning, did they have nothing better to do?

Theo and Dracos unimpressed faces showed that they seemed to be thinking the same as Blaise as they all made their way down the grand staircase and into the foyer. The cold marble floor made Blaise wince, wishing he had at least put his slippers on. 

"Wonder who they've sent this time" Theo grumbled aloud as they walked through the foyer and to the main doors, where whatever auror of the day would be waiting outside. "Shall we make them wait a minute?"

"The sooner we let them in, the sooner they leave." Draco muttered in response, stepping forward and yanking the heavy wooden door open. 

All three men frowned as they looked outside, seeing nobody in front of them. It was a miserable October day, and the cold wind flew through the fields surrounding the manor. Salty air slapped Blaise in the face, knocking away the rest of the sleep. 

"What the fuck?" He asked as he looked around, baffled by the lack of ministry presence. A black lump halfway down the driveway caused Blaise to frown. "You guys seeing that?" He asked. 

"What is it?" Theo asked cautiously. "Reckon it's a trap?" 

"No, there's nobody else here." Draco responded, deceptively calm as he scanned their surroundings and stepped out of the manor and towards the figure laying on the gravel. Blaise scowled as he summoned some footwear and followed the blonde, not allowing his friend to put himself in danger alone. 

"What the fuck?" Theo repeated Blaises earlier words as they made their way to the figure. A small witch lay on the gravel, wild curls damp with blood and black uniform ripped in curious places. Draco didn't hesitate to pick the witch up and begin moving towards the manor, only pausing when Theo grabbed his arm. 

"What's in her hand?" Theo asked, grasping the witches hand in a gentle manner that Blaise had never before witnessed. 

All three of the wizards eyebrows raised as a small marble made it's way from Hermione Grangers hand, clattering on the bloodied stones beneath her. 

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Hermione head was pounding. She opened her eyes slowly, scowling as the light in the room seemed to intensify her headache.

"She's awake!" A deep voice called before she could even focus her eyesight, causing her to jump ever so slightly. Footsteps followed almost immediately as the room came into focus. It was a small room, dingy and miserable with no personality. The walls were a deep green, the three chairs that sat opposite her a dark velvet. A bright single light dangled from the middle of the ceiling, the only source of light as three wizards sat in the chairs opposite her, each of their faces hidden behind death eater masks.

Her arms were tied behind her back, and she couldn't feel her wand. Brilliant. Seven years of training, of fighting, and one off night had her in the hands of death eaters. She scoffed to herself, furious at her situation. Pansy had said the emergency portkey was safe. Perhaps somebody had tampered with it? Pansy had always been unwilling to tell Hermione where it led, stating that Hermione was better not knowing. Had she had an allegiance with death eaters this whole time?

The four of them sat in silence, each side refusing to break first. She glared at the three figures, making her displeasure known without a single word. They all sat still as statues, the glares causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up, even with masks covering their eyes. 

"Do you think we could turn the light down?" She asked eventually, the pain in her head overriding her reluctance to speak first. Hermione failed to hide her shock as all three wizards moved their wands, the light dimming immediately. "Thank you." She told them genuinely. Perhaps these death eaters could be reasoned with, she hoped. 

"Don't thank us yet, mudblood." A sneering voice responded. The wizards voice was distorted slightly, something Hermione was used to. Many customers in the club used polyjuice and voice distorting spells for anonymity, especially those that frequented in the private suites.  "Where is Pansy Parkinson?" Hermiones eyes narrowed at the wizard on the left, the one who was talking. 

"And why would I tell you?" The tension in the air was palpable as Hermione snapped, each of the wizards very clearly not liking her response. She barely blinked and the wizard flicked his wand, sending a sharp stinging jinx at Hermiones leg. 

"I don't enjoy hurting women for means outside of pleasure." The death eater told her slowly, as though speaking to an idiot. "But I will hurt you if you do not answer our questions. Where is Pansy Parkinson?" 

"Tell me why you want to know and I'll tell you." Hermione lied. She'd die before she gave up Pansys safety, and she prayed the witch was smart enough to stay away from their flat. 

"You're not in a position to bargain here, little lion." The wizard on the right responded, his distorted voice smooth and silky. "There's three of us, and one of you. We are all armed and free. You are very much disarmed and entrapped. Let's play nice, shall we?" She could almost sense the smirk playing on the wizards lips as he spoke, as though all of this were nothing more than a game to him. 

"I'm not telling you a thing." She snapped, gasping once more as a second sting hit her right thigh. This one was stronger, and Hermione had the sense that the wizard was still holding back. Jokes on him, though, she thought. Hermione could handle far more pain than the average person. 

"We're not going to harm her." The one in the middle told her, his voice deep and husky. Something about all three of the voices seemed familiar, and Hermione found herself wondering if she had served them at the club. 

"Oh, why didn't you say so!" She sneered, at the end of her tether. "If the masked men who are hexing me say they won't hurt her, of course I'll believe them! Do you want her exact address, or shall I set you up a portkey?" She was prepared for the third thing that hit her directly in the stomach, and refused to gasp in shock that time. She levelled the one on the left with her coldest glare. "Sting me all you want, you're not laying a finger on her." 

"How did you get the portkey?" The one on the right answered before the one on the left could respond again. "Did you harm her to access it?" What? Why would she hurt Pansy?

"No. She told me where it was." She answered honestly. The one on the left flourished his wand once more and Hermione felt a cold presence attempt to breach the walls of her mind. She couldn't help but smirk as she fortified her walls, pushing the scumbag out with unnecessary force. The wizard grunted, unimpressed by Hermiones skill. 

"If you harmed her, mudblood-" He raged, at the end of his tether.

"I wouldn't harm a hair on her head, and neither will you!" She spat, confused by the whole ordeal. If they cared for Pansys safety, why were they being so cruel to her? Or were they just worried that Hermione had damaged their chances to kidnap her? 

"She's telling the truth." The one in the middle spoke calmly, resting a hand on the leg of the wizard on the left. The wizard seemed to calm immediately at the touch. How interesting. "We need to know that Pansy Parkinson is safe. You have my word that no harm will come to her. You don't have to disclose her location if you aren't comfortable, but I need some sort of proof that she is okay." 

"What will happen when I prove it? Will you release me?" She asked, the tinge of hope in her voice betraying her nonchalance. She was exhausted, and just wanted to get to a friends house and crash. Hopefully Harry had a spare bed available. 

"That can be negotiated." The middle wizard responded. 

"Did I have a bag with me? Or a phone?" She asked. 

"There was a phone in one of your pockets." The one on the right answered, his voice much less amused than it had been earlier. 

"If you get it, her number is saved. Ring it, she will answer immediately and prove to you that she's okay. She won't be happy that you've treated me this way, though." A snort came from the one on the left as he summoned the phone, following Hermiones instructions. Ringing filled the room for all of two seconds before Pansys frantic voice screamed through the tinny speaker.

"HERMIONE!" She screamed, her voice cracking. "Where are you? Are you hurt? What happened?!"

"Pansy, breathe!" Hermione called once she realised the men wouldn't be speaking. They were all watching her, studying the interaction for any information Hermione would give. 

"I'm safe, Pans. Don't go to the flat, okay? Stay where you are, and I'll find my way as soon as I can."

"I need more than that, Granger!" She screamed down the phone. Hermione heard a deep voice in the background telling Pansy to breathe, followed by Pansy screaming 'You breathe, you imbecile! My best friend has been hurt!'. 

"I can't give any details right now, Pans. I'm okay, and we will talk in person. Are you safe?" Her voice wobbled ever so slightly.

"I'm safe." The other witch told her quickly. "He wouldn't let me chase you, said you can handle yourself." Hermione heard the tears forming, her own throat growing tight. "I'm so sorry, Hermione. I should have come straight to you-"

"No." Hermione cut her off, not wanting the death eaters to get any more information. She was proud of Pansy for not using Nevilles name, keeping that information safe. "You did the right thing, Pans. Just don't go back to the flat, okay? I'll be with you soon."

The death eater hung up before Pansy could respond. 

"Well, mudblood. Looks like you were telling the truth." Hermione used all of her willpower to avoid rolling her eyes. "We knew you were friends, but she was told to never allow anybody to use the portkey." The one in the middle explained. That made sense, Hermione thought. In a world so tumultuous, friends turning on friends wasn't unheard of. What was unheard of was death eaters protecting a witch. What was even more unheard of was three death eaters sitting patiently and allowing a muggleborn witch to explain herself. 

"If you know Pansy well enough to give her a portkey, why didn't you contact her yourself to find out she was safe?" She asked. 

"That's none of your business. Now, we want to know the entire story of tonight. No lies. If we believe you, we can negotiate you leaving."

"And if you don't?" She asked coldly. 

"Tell the truth, and you won't find out." The one on the left snapped. He was definitely the most temperamental of the three. 

"Fine." She decided to put a slight bit of faith in her imprisoners, what more could she possibly lose?

"So you're telling me that you were aware that you were being followed for weeks and continued to allow the perpetrator to tail you?" The one on the left was truly fed up of Hermione, and she was equally fed up with him. He had interrupted almost every sentence out of Hermiones mouth.

"I needed to figure out who it was." Hermione answered, her voice dull. She was exhausted, her head was pounding. In all honesty she was close to just closing her eyes and taking a nap. 

"And did you manage that? When you walked into your home and he attacked you? Did you see his face? Gather the necessary information?" He sounded truly angry, and shame settled into Hermiones stomach. 

"Well, no-"

"No, you didn't. You could have been ambushed by a whole fucking team, you stupid cow! You put your friend at risk and now you're injured, homeless and in the company of death eaters!" He was shouting as he stood from his seat for the first time, fury flowing from him in waves. "Not only that, you have now put all the women within the flats at risk, too! And the women at the club you work!" Hermiones eyes grew wide as the wizard continued his tirade, genuinely furious that these lives were at risk. 

"Why do you care about the lives of women?" She spat, equally furious. "It's your fucking side that are killing and kidnapping us! Its your side that is drugging and raping and brutalising us! How dare you insinuate that I am the one putting women at risk, and not the psychopath that was chasing me! Fuck you!" 

"Oh no, fuck you Granger! You knew you were being followed and you did nothing! Are you not friends with two aurors, for Merlins sake? You led that pig to your home and your work!" 

"Enough!" The death eater in the middle chair bellowed, standing himself along with he one from the right. They were all similar heights and builds, causing Hermione to lose track on who was who as they gathered together to speak. A buzzing filled Hermiones ears as they magically blocked her from hearing their conversation, irritating her further. 

Eventually they made their way back to the chairs, sitting in silence once more as each of them seemed to contemplate the situation. 

After what felt like a lifetime, the one on the far right lifted his hands to his head and removed his death eater mask, revealing the face of Theodore Nott. Hermione froze in shock as she took in his curly brunette hair, his sharp cheekbones and hazel eyes. His full lips were quirked up in a smirk, clearly enjoying the surprise on Hermiones features. 

"Hello, Granger." He greeted, his voice now devoid of the obscuring charm. He looked and sounded similar to how he had in sixth year, just more mature. His voice was deeper, richer. 

The middle wizard being Blaise Zabini came as much less of a surprise. The two had been inseparable during school, and she had read something about them being exiled together due to their crimes during the war. That only meant...

Draco Malfoy glared at Hermione as he vanished his mask, his silver eyes shining with cruelty. Blaise seemed to appear rather cheerful in comparison, the serious wizard simply watching Hermione with his deep brown eyes opened wide. Hermione aknowledged his luscious full lips and strong nose along with his short curly hair. Blaise had always been handsome, and age had done nothing to deter that. In fact, in her sleep deprived state, Hermione could admit that all three boys looked phenomenal. 

Draco no longer looked simply pale and pointy as he had in school. He had clearly filled out, and though his bone structure was still sharp, his jaw line simply appeared chiselled. Something about the way the men were staring at her felt familiar, the same way their obscured voices had earlier that evening. She assessed each of them in return, refusing to allow herself to continue appreciating how attractive they were and simply just monitoring their expressions. 

Draco looked furious, Blaise looked mildly bored and Theo appeared downright amused. 

"Surprised to see us, Granger?" The curly haired wizard asked in amusement. 

"Not as much as I should be, I suppose. I was wondering which death eaters knew Pansy well enough to provide her with a portkey. This makes the most sense." Hermione shrugged as best as she could in her tied up state. Merlin, she ached. She was no stranger to being tied up, but always in much more fun circumstances and never for this long. 

"And you promise she's okay?" Blaise asked, his brown eyes filled with concern for his friend. 

"I promise, Blaise." She told him easily. Hermione had always liked Blaise, and even as a convicted criminal she couldn't find it in herself to hate him. "Pansy is my best friend, and I would die before I allowed her to be hurt." Blaise nodded, seeming to believe Hermione. Draco, however, let out an unamused snort. 

"But you'd happily lead an unknown threat to her flat?" Draco sneered. Hermione just sighed, her shoulders slumping. 

"You're right." She admitted. Shock flashed over all three of the faces opposite her, causing her to roll her eyes. "I didn't think anybody knew where we lived, the shadow only followed me between the club and the apparation point. The flat is protected. I didn't...I didn't know anybody would get to the flat, nobody even broke through the wards. I assumed that whoever was tailing me would eventually show their hand out in the open, and I could fight back. I used a revealing charm, and it only showed one person inside the flat. I...I assumed that I could handle it, most wizards aren't that great at physical combat." And I clearly thought that I would still be a great fighter after years of minimal practise she scolded herself internally. 

Dracos cold eyes seemed to soften the slightest amount at Hermiones words, Theo and Blaise also seeming sympathetic as Hermione admitted to the flaws in her plans. 

"I'd done a fourteen hour shift, covering for one of the other girls. I was exhausted and running on adrenaline. I'm sorry that I ended up here. Now that you're aware of what happened and you know Pansy is safe, can I please be untied? I need the loo." Her bladder was truly about to burst. She watched as Blaises eyes widened in shock before he waved his wand, removing the ropes around Hermiones wrists and ankles. 

Blaise guided Hermione to a nearby bathroom after a stern warning from Draco not to bother trying to escape, seeing as she was still wandless. After a quick freshen up in the small dark bathroom she made her way back at Blaises side, pretending she hadn't noticed the way his eyes were tracking her. 

"Where will you go?" Theo asked, his voice soft as he assessed Hermione while she sat back in the wooden chair. 

"To Pansy." She responded with a shrug. 

"No." Draco snapped, irritated. "You'll just bring more trouble to her door if that wizard isn't dead. Where else can you go?" 

Hermione didn't know, if she were being honest. Harry, Ginny, Ron and Lavender lived in Grimmauld Place, and she didn't want to bring danger to their doors either. She had hoped that her friendship with Neville, paired with his new relationship with Pansy, would allow her to stay at Longbottom manor while she thought of her next few steps. 

"I...I'll think of something. Did I have my bag with me, when I arrived here?" The wizards all shook their heads, making Hermione groan.

"You can stay here." Theo suggested, as though it were an obvious solution. Hermione barked out a laugh while the other two wizards looked at Theo in shock. 

"Don't be dense, Theo." Draco snapped, though his voice seemed nowhere near as cruel towards Theo as it was towards Hermione. 

"Hear me out. There is nowhere safe, and going near Pansy will put her at risk. Nobody is going to come looking for the golden girl in the exiled death eater house, are they? This place is big enough." He shrugged, completely unphased by what he was offering. "She can't go back to work." The word seemed pointed as he glanced back at Draco, something Hermione was missing passing between them. "And we only have five years of exile left. Who knows, having the golden girl on our side might help our return to society." At this all three wizards smirked, making Hermione aware she was definitely missing many things. 

"It could work." Blaise answered neutrally, seeming entirely unbothered either way, even as his eyes didn't move from Hermiones face. 

"And when the ministry officials drop in unexpectedly?" Draco asked. "Part of our...terms...are that we don't leave, and nobody joins us. How exactly do we explain that we simply moved the golden girl in with us?" Hermiones heart pounded. Was he seriously considering moving her in? They were mental! 

"That doesn't matter, because I won't-"

"We'll ward her room." Theo interrupted. "Hide her bedroom door. When we hear the wards alerting us, she hides in her room. Easy peasy." Draco nodded slowly in understanding. 

"Absolutely not! I will not be moving in here." As though she had forgotten who these people were, the absurdity of it all! 

"Got any better offers, Granger?" Draco asked. 

"I'd sleep on the streets before I took up residence in the home of one death eater, never mind three." She snapped. To her surprise, warm chuckles filled the air in response. 

"Oh Granger, I missed your fire." Theo laughed. 

"We won't harm you, Hermione." Blaise spoke genuinely, his eyes imploring. "And you truly don't have any other options, do you?"

She didn't. Not that she would tell him that. She was out of money. She didn't want to put her friends at risk. She really didn't want to end up inside a brothel, like the rumours said all the other missing women were. 

"Tell you what, we've been at this for hours." Theo answered before Hermione could even open her mouth. "Why don't I show you to a bedroom. You can put as many wards on it as you like. Have a shower and a rest while you think of your options. We can all talk a bit further once we've all caught up on sleep."

Hermiones head spun at the change of heart the death eaters had had. Hadn't they been threatening her and stinging her while she was tied up, not that long ago? Why in Merlins name was she even considering this option, as though they couldn't kill her while she slept?

"If we wanted to harm you, Granger, we would have done it already." Draco snapped, as though reading her mind. Hermione frowned at the blonde before simply sighing and nodding at Theo, too exhausted to care. 

She was so fatigued that she barely took note of the opulent manor as Theo walked her up the stairs (Really? she laughed. They had been keeping her in a bloody dungeon) and through the manor. The grand staircase took her breath away only momentarily before she was trudging up, admiring the lavish carpets and paintings that adorned the walls. After what felt like miles of walking Theo bought Hermione to a door in the middle of a wing. 

"This will suit you, I think. I'll send some clothes up. Rest, Granger. We'll see you later." His hazel eyes roved up and down her body at an unbearably slow pace before settling on her face. Theo gave Hermione one final smirk before simply turning and walking away. 

Depletion took over so fully that Hermione simply entered the bathroom, stripped her clothes and jumped in the shower without thinking twice about her safety. She briefly acknowledged the beautiful blue tiles lining the walls, the delicious scent of the jasmine shower gel and the softness of the towels as she washed and dried herself as fast as she could. Though her head ached and there was blood in her hair, it didn't hurt to actually wash it. One of the boys must have healed her, she realised. The man in the flat must have hit her head just as she had grasped the marble, the bastard. 

Hermione gracelessly flopped onto the biggest bed she had ever seen in her life and crashed faster than she ever had before, not even bothering to dress in the pile of clothes waiting for her on the white duvet. 

Theo had a skip in his step as he made it to his own room, feeling incredibly smug. He pushed his door open, prepared for the sight of Draco and Blaise waiting for him. Blaise looked pleased beneath his usual layer of nonchalance whilst Draco radiated fury. Theo grinned, unable to help himself. He loved angry Draco, and Blaise loved to watch. It would be a good day, indeed.

"You fucking idiot!" Draco seethed, standing from the bed and marching over to Theo. 

"Whatever is the matter, Draco?" Theo asked innocently, making his eyes wide. 

"You know exactly what the matter is, Theodore!" Draco hissed. Fuck, Theo was in trouble. His cock hardened as he took in the fury on his best mates face, barely restraining himself from grabbing Draco and pulling him in for a kiss. "What if she goes searching around, you idiot! We can't keep everything private with the nosey cow sneaking about" 

"We'll manage it." Theo responded calmly, though he did slightly agree. It was a gamble, but one he reckoned could pay off quite well. "Come on, Draco. How often does the fucking princess of Gryffindor fall into our laps?" We watched with lust as Dracos own eyes filled with heat, clearly thinking along the same deranged lines as Theo. 

"Fuck, do you think- do you reckon-" His friend asked, looking as though he had no clue what to do or say. Theo laughed, making him narrow his eyes.

"I reckon we've got more chance of fucking Hermione Granger if she lives in our house, don't you?" He asked with a twisted grin. "We don't even have to make her like us, not really. Everyone likes sex, and we know-"

Lips crashing into Theos paused his words as Draco slammed into him, bodies colliding in a blur of harsh kisses as their tongues battled for dominance. While Theo liked Draco taking charge, he still didn't make it easy for him. A firm hand grasped Theos aching cock, causing him to catch his breath and groan into Dracos mouth as he bucked his hips forward, begging silently for more friction. He immediately realised his mistake as Draco froze and pulled back, ending the kiss abruptly and grasping Theos throat with his nimble fingers. 

"Do you think you deserve that, Theo?" He asked, his voice daggers made of ice cutting through the atmosphere. 

"N-no."

"No, what?" Fuck. Blaise chuckled darkly from his place on the bed, enjoying the show of dominance coming from Draco. 

"No, sir." Theo panted, turned all the way on. 

"Get on your fucking knees." Draco spat, pushing Theo down to the ground firmly and grasping his hair, giving it a harsh tug that almost made Theo combust. Theo looked up into Dracos silver eyes, the heat and lust radiating from them making him grow harder by the second. 

Wordlessly, Draco unzipped his trousers and adjusted his underwear in order to release his own solid cock. No directions needed to be given as Theo opened his mouth, ready for the assault that was going to take place. Draco didn't do gentle, and Theo didn't want him to. Without warning, Dracos thick cock was shoved into Theos mouth and hitting the back of his throat, causing Theo to gag as Draco let out a deep moan. 

"Fuck, Theo" Draco panted as he fucked Theos mouth at a brutal pace, causing Theos eyes to water and dribble to leak down his chin. All he could do was focus on breathing through his nose as Draco used him as nothing but a hole, the blonde thrusting in and out of his mouth at a relentless pace. Theo revelled in it, his own cock aching with neediness as Draco used his mouth for his own pleasure. 

"Do you want a turn, Blaise?" Draco asked breathlessly as he continued to pound into Theo, and Theos heart leapt.

Blaise didn't get involved nearly half as much as Theo wished he would. None of them were romantically involved, and none of them really considered themselves to be gay. Before the exile, they had all been very much straight. But years of abuse and torture followed by ten years of exile led to things, Theo supposed. They used and abused each others bodies, providing each other with the sexual satisfaction each of them needed. There were sometimes kisses and gentle touches, but it was mostly just sex. They all had a dark side, and none of them judged each other for it. Theo could go either way, he enjoyed taking charge just as much as he enjoyed being taken charge of. Blaise was much more of an observer, never truly allowing himself to lose control. He was usually happy to simply pleasure himself whilst watching Draco and Theo. Draco, Draco thrived on pain. He needed to be in control, needed to hurt and be hurt in return. They all found a balance, a way of making things work whilst keeping up with everyone's sexual appetites. 

"I think I'll take him tonight." Blaise responded and Theo moaned in anticipation. He vaguely heard steps behind him before his clothes vanished, leaving him bared to the others. A warm body came behind him before hands grasped his cheeks, pulling them apart slightly while bending him forward. 

"Don't prepare him too much." Draco warned Blaise. "Little shit needs some pain tonight." Draco suddenly stopped thrusting and pulled himself out of Theos mouth, allowing him a moment of respite. "Do you agree, Theo?" He leered.

"Y-yes, sir." Theo cried as one of Blaises fingers pushed inside of him as a lubrication spell was muttered, causing a cold and slick sensation at his entrance. 

"Look how nice Blaise is, letting you have lube. I wouldn't have. I would have forced myself in dry and revelled in your screams," Merlin. Theos cock jumped at the thought, and he bit his tongue to stop himself from asking Blaise to remove the spell. Perhaps he enjoyed receiving pain just as much as Draco loved dishing it out. "Would you have wanted that, Theodore?" Draco asked. 

As Theo opened his mouth to respond, Draco forcefully shoved his cock back in at the exact time that Blaise pulled his finger out and replaced it with his own cock. He had barely warmed him up with his fingers, so his cock forced it's way into his hole with a deliciously painful shove. Theo screamed in pleasure around Dracos cock as his two best friends fucked him in tandem, using him as nothing but a warm hole for their cocks. 

Nobody spoke as the pair fucked Theo, no words were needed. The room was filled with the sounds of slapping and grunts as the arousal built. Theo knew he couldn't last much longer, even with nobody touching his own member. With every push inwards, Blaise rubbed against his sensitive spot. Theo felt his balls beginning to tense as his arousal built low in his stomach, and by the speed of the others he knew they were close, too. Theo used all his willpower to hold on, knowing he would be in trouble if he finished before the others. 

Draco pulled Theos hair so hard he felt strands leaving his scalp as he fucked his mouth, tears, snot and dribble pouring freely down his chin and chest. It would be mortifying, if it weren't for the noises of pleasure coming from Dracos mouth. He loved to make a mess of Theo, of anybody he fucked. Theo looked up and met his eyes head on as he felt Dracos cock begin to pulse in his mouth, ropes of hot cum falling into Theos mouth and down his throat. Theo gagged as the liquid choked him, but he refused to show weakness. He swallowed every drop, sucking Dracos cock of all traces of cum before his friend finally pulled out, allowing him to breathe through his mouth once more. 

Blaise immediately picked up the pace, grabbing Theos shoulders and pushing his head down to the floor as he fucked him desperately.

"Fuck me, Theo. You're so fucking tight" Blaise panted as he continued to fuck Theo with abandon. "Touch yourself, Theo. Come all over the floor like the filthy slut you are." Theo happily obliged, almost crying with relief as he finally got to stroke his own throbbing dick.

The pair worked in tandem as their climaxes built. Theo moaned into the carpet as Blaise slapped him on the arse hard, causing him to jump and moan once more. It was fucked, how much Theo loved being used by his friends. All the strippers and prostitutes in the world didn't turn Theo on nearly half as much as Blaise and Draco did. In fact, only one other person had ever made him come as hard as he did in that moment. He practically screamed as he released his load over the floor at the same moment as Blaises cock tightened, filling Theo with more hot come. Blaise didn't stick around, though. As soon as he finished he pulled out, leaving a trail of come pouring out of Theo as he lay panting on the floor in a mess of all sorts of bodily fluids. 

By the time Theo slowed his breathing down and managed to sit up, he realised his room was empty. 

Draco cursed Hermione Grangers name as he made his way up the cold tiled steps and towards her flat, taking caution to walk as silently as possible. He didn't enjoy leaving his manor for anything other than his trips to work, and being in an unknown place made him anxious. He was polyjuiced and disillusioned, but still. One could never be too careful. He finally made it to the floor of the girls flat and he almost gagged at the smell. Dark magic lingered in the air, causing him to frown. Granger hadn't said anything about that. 

The door to the flat was hanging open, but it appeared that nobody had reported a crime yet. He wondered if anybody would, with the way women feared aurors these days. He doubted they'd be comfortable inviting a bunch of them to their safe space. Draco sighed deeply, realising that his job was growing by the minute. 

The smell grew as he stepped into the flat after making sure the coast was clear. The wards from earlier seemed to be gone, making Dracos job easier. He took his time assessing the scene. What appeared to be Grangers room was the most damaged, with a pool of blood in the middle of the floor. There was then a trail leading from there to the other bedroom, where there was a larger pool on the floor next to Pansys cluttered bedside table. Draco got to work, using magic to pack all of Pansys belongings away and shrinking them down before putting them in his pocket. He'd give them to Granger to send to her. 

Grangers room was empty of anything personal. All he could see were basic hygiene products, her works uniform, and a beaded bag laying on the floor. He repeated what he had done in Pansys room, leaving both bedrooms completely bare of items, only leaving furniture. From there Draco quickly removed all traces of blood and repaired the broken furniture, including the smashed lamp in Pansys bedroom, which he guessed was used to thump Granger over the head as she got away. Fury filled him as he glared at the weapon. 

Once he was certain that all evidence of the crime had been sorted, Draco set about fixing the front door before pulling out his portkey and returning to his office in the manor. He slumped into his leather chair and sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. It had been a long night, and an even longer day. Sure, taking some frustration out on Theo had calmed him down slightly, but Draco was exhausted. It was now four in the afternoon, he had an online meeting in twenty minutes and then he could finally get some fucking rest. He wouldn't turn up for the talk with Granger. Part of him hoped she would choose to fuck off and take her drama with her, but a bigger part of him admitted it would be interesting to keep her around. As he sat in his office he found himself wondering how she would fit into the dynamics of the manor.

Would she show herself to be just as depraved as the Slytherins were? Draco hoped so. 

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He visited the club every Thursday.

He never received a lap dance. Barely paid any attention to any of the strippers at all, actually. He had started visiting about two months into Hermione working in the club, and she enjoyed his company. He was handsome, in a regular way. Kind eyes. Short dark hair, a button nose. Nothing overwhelmingly attractive, nothing that blew her away. But after months of small talk, little jokes in between her serving drinks to other customers, Hermione and Andrew began to flirt. 

It had been slow, steady. Hermione took her job seriously, and she wouldn't stand around talking when she had customers to serve. But when the bar was empty and the men were all too focused on the dancers to need her, she managed to make time for her visitor. (Of course, he wasn't actually her visitor, she just liked to convince herself he was.) In a room full of beautiful half-dressed women, it was nice to have a man give Hermione all of his attention, only wanting her words. 

One Thursday, Hermione had finished her shift early and still hung around for him. He had been surprised to see her sat on his side of the bar, and his mouth had tilted up in a way that was so strikingly familiar her heart had lurched. Many drinks later and the pair had found themselves in a private room.

There, Andrew had shown a different side to himself. The calm, quiet, almost timid man had a darker side, one that Hermione was far more attracted to than she had ever thought she would be. She wasn't a virgin, at the age of twenty-six, but she was hardly all that experienced either. When Andrew had bent her over and spanked her, she had been humiliated at how wet she was. He had reassured her that men liked it, and shown her just how turned on he was in return. He had fucked her so hard she had seen stars, and she never looked at sex the same way again. 

"I can't give you more than a few hours on a Thursday night." Andrew had revealed afterwards, as they collected themselves on the private sofa. "That was...that was fucking incredible, but I can't give you more. Do you understand?" Hermione had nodded. In all honesty, her head had been spinning with the revelation that she enjoyed being treated so roughly, she barely cared about the semi-rejection she had just received. 

"I want you to show me more." She had told him bravely the following Thursday. Andrews pupils had blown wide as he took in her words, being smart enough to not need further explanation. 

"Have you had your hour break yet?" He asked her, his eyes filled with hunger. Hermione shook her head and signalled for one of the girls that she was taking it before leading Andrew to another empty room. 

The sex had started as slightly rough and escalated to downright filthy. Week after week, Andrew showed her all sorts of disturbing and yet incredible things, from being tied up and blindfolded to having hot wax or freezing water poured over her. He had taught her about delayed orgasms, something she hadn't enjoyed, and punishment, which she had. He had started bringing things with him, such as rope and whips. Hermione, ever the eager learner, enjoyed her Thursday breaks more than any other hour of the week. 

"I have something else I think you will enjoy." Andrew told her one night as he pinned her arms to the wall above her head with one hand and fucked her with three fingers with his other. Hermione panted as he worked himself in and out of her, barely hearing the words he was saying. 

"W-what?" She breathed as his fingers worked faster. One thing about Andrew, he did nothing slow. All of his movements were hard, fast, punishing. 

"Double penetration." He told her simply before pulling his fingers out and forcing them into her mouth, commanding her to suck them clean. Once satisfied he removed them and raised a brow.

"But...didn't you do that?" She furrowed her brows. He often took her up the arse as he fingered her, he said he loved the way it made her scream. 

"I have." He grinned, an almost animalistic quality to the look. "But I have a friend who is eager to get involved. You're a filthy little thing, and I think the attention of two men will get you going." 

Filthy. Another thing that had escalated was the language used, and it was another thing Hermione loved. She didn't want to look deeper into why, but she loved the way Andrew degraded her. He called her all sorts of things from filthy slut to whore to nothing but a hole for him to fuck. He told her that he wanted nothing but to use her, to take everything he needed from her and leave her with nothing but his come pouring from her. Occasionally, he even let the word 'mudblood' slip out. That one gave them both pause, and the scar on Hermiones left arm had ached for days afterwards. It was few and far between, and neither of them seemed to truly understand why it had such an affect on them both. Some of the nights where she came the hardest were the ones where he simply fucked her and degraded her, telling her all of the disgusting things he used her for. 

"Would-would you like that?" She asked him as she looked down and watched as he touched himself, the sight causing a new wave of wetness to spill between her thighs. 

"Would I like to share you? Fucking hell, yes. I want to watch as another man takes you and uses you up." His breathing turned shallow as his hand moved faster. Hermione had learned a lot about Andrew, just as she had about herself. She bit her lip as she watched his hand and cock, knowing his eyes were on her face.

"Would he be rough with me, like you?" She asked, feeling herself throb at the idea. 

"Fuck. Yes, yes he'd be so fucking rough with you. We'd, we'd fucking make you scream this whole club down." He promised. "You'd love every second of it, like the filthy come slut you are." 

Oh, Merlin. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her. 

"Yes." She cried as he found his release, coating her stomach and pussy with his seed. "Yes, share me."

She had been nervous the following week. Pansy had asked her what was wrong a million times, but Hermione couldn't bring herself to admit it. She had spent the whole day pampering herself, ensuring she was soft and clean and smelling good before her shift. She picked her sexiest black lingerie and sprayed perfume on her ankles and knees, just like Cosmopolitan said to do. 

As promised, Andrew walked into the club with another man. It was a busy night, so Hermione didn't get to speak to either of them until well past one in the morning and she was devastated. She no longer smelled like the perfume and lotion she had applied. Quick glances showed that the man was tall and muscular, with black hair and incredibly dark eyes. He put his head close to Andrews to speak, seemingly comfortable with him. 

The first interaction had been awkward, to say the least. "He doesn't really speak to anyone other than me." Andrew had explained as the nameless, voiceless man watched Hermione with fire in his eyes as she stripped on Andrews command. That night they had both taken turns using her mouth whilst she got herself off with her fingers. 

Over time, the experiences grew less awkward. Though the friend never spoke, Hermione always understood what he wanted her to do. He didn't always turn up with Andrew, but did more often than not. They used and fucked her in every depraved way, using magic and muggle methods alike to fill the room with the scent and sounds of sex. Some Thursdays, the silent man liked to be incredibly rough. He left Hermione covered in bruises and bite marks, and she found she could barely walk the next day. Other times he was slightly more at ease, but paired with Andrews aggression it was still never gentle sex. 

Hermione lived for it. She craved the men, ached for them through the week. One hour on a Thursday was barely enough to scratch her newfound itch, but she knew she could never have more from them. By the time Thursdays came around, she was always a needy mess, desperate for the men to help her find her release. At-home methods never worked properly, as she found she needed pain to truly enjoy herself and she couldn't quite manage to hurt herself as deliciously as the men could. 

Hermione hadn't gone a Thursday without Andrew in almost three years, and she was sulking.

It had been five days since she had woken up in the dungeon, and she still hadn't left. She had barely seen any of the men, in all honesty. They always seemed to be locked away in offices and bedrooms. One awkward conversation with Theo on Saturday had informed Hermione she was welcome to stay for as long as she needed before he showed her to the kitchen, lounges and library.

"Honestly, you'll hardly see us. We aren't allowed to leave, but we keep busy with work."  he had told her, and though she had believed him, she hadn't expected it to be to this extent. She had shared a few meals with Blaise, the quiet wizard turning up in the kitchen often when she was cooking. She had spent a bit of time silently reading in the library with Theo. She hadn't seen Draco once, not since the dungeon. Was he avoiding her, she often wondered, or did he simply work a lot and leave him room at different times to her? The manor was so large that she supposed it must be rather easy to live there with someone and barely see them. 

It hadn't even been a week, and she had grown slightly sympathetic towards the death eaters. She couldn't imagine how ten years of this solitude must have affected them, and they still had five to go.

Hermione had fled the country straight after the battle of Hogwarts, needing to find her parents and bring their memories back. When that had been unsuccessful, she had decided to simply start fresh. She had started in France, with further education in Potions and Herbology, two subjects she enjoyed. From there she had gone to Turkey and spent time under an Arithmancy and Runes specialist, who had taken Hermione under her wing. Italy, Spain, Croatia, Germany, Switzerland, Slovakia. She had spent varied amount of time in each place, learning new skills she hadn't even known existed. She learned how to fight, how to strengthen her body, how to rely on her own muscles rather than hide behind the protection of magic. Hermione had vowed to never be afraid again, and she spent seven long years working towards that goal. 

She had heard the rumours of what was happening in the UK, and she couldn't bring herself to deal with them. Let it be someone else's problem, she had thought bitterly. Losing her parents memories had turned her cold. Being tortured by Bellatrix had made her hardened. Sacrificing her childhood for the greater good, only for it to be squandered again mere years later, caused Hermione to feel anger like she had never felt before. 

She had kept in touch with Harry and Ron, albeit at a bit of a distance. The letters became more and more formal as the boys climbed the ranks of the auror department and Hermione discovered more about herself. It baffled her, how so much negative press was coming from the UK while her best friends seemed to be proudly working with the government. Even when she returned, it simply seemed as though they were turning a blind eye to it all. Though she still met up with them, for no reason more than morbid curiosity, they all seemed to be keeping each other at an arms length. Barriers had erected between her and her childhood friends, and Hermione wasn't sure she wanted to knock them down.

"That's the third time you've sighed in ten minutes." Blaises deep voice caused Hermione to jolt from her seat in the armchair by the fire. She hadn't even realised he was in the room. "Sickle for your thoughts?" The wizard asked as he sat in the chair opposite her. 

"I'm bored." She admitted. "I just don't see why I can't go back to work. My manager is great, and the security is fantastic. I could make a portkey directly to the club and portkey back. It takes a while, but I can do it." She didn't know why she was bothering, Blaise had shut this argument down time and time again. 

"They know you work there, Hermione." He said with an apologetic sigh. "You'd be putting all the staff and customers there at risk by turning up, and you know it. I am sorry, trust me when I say I know how boring it is here." Hermione huffed, hating the sheer logic of it all. 

"I tried to get a job." She said quietly after a few moments. "I...I came back because of the newspapers, I wanted to see what it was really like. Other than being stared at, my first proper introduction was Pansy kidnapping me and taking me to her flat, scolding me for being out on my own. She got me a job with her, at Imperiused. I used my days to send my CV off to every employer I knew. The ministry, Hogwarts, St Mungos, Gringotts. I'm trained across the board, and I'm bloody smart. I could thrive within any of those places. I received letters back from all of them, telling me that they had no positions available, even though I had seen otherwise in the Daily Prophet." She snorted humourlessly. "I aimed for shops then, apothecaries, factories, cleaning companies. Rejection after rejection followed. Eventually I gave up, I guess. I made friends at the club, I grew closer with Pansy. It became the only real way to socialise, to see other women without men having to fucking chaperone them through the streets. How ridiculous is that, by the way? I took down death eaters, and now I need Harry or Ron by my side to be able to walk down a bloody street." 

"I'm sorry, Hermione." Blaise responded gently. "It's...it's vicious out there, from what I hear. But the club where you worked, that is one of the very few safe spaces left. You can't put that at risk by returning." 

She knew that. But she did miss her friends, especially Pansy. She had rang the witch daily, informing her that she was safe and keeping her head down. They hated the distance, but both witches agreed that it was safer. Pansy was moving into Nevilles manor, the wizard having a protective side nobody had known about. But really, Hermione just needed her hour with Andrew and possibly his friend. She was so needy it almost hurt, and her half-decent sex toys were in her bag that she wasn't allowed to retrieve. She sighed again, causing Blaise to huff out a laugh, 

"Have a drink with me, Granger." Hermione raised a brow at the request and Blaise simply shrugged again as he summoned some firewhisky and two glasses. She watched as he poured two fingers of whiskey into each glass and sent hers over to her, the glass nudging Hermione gently on the hand until she grasped it. 

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked with narrowed eyes. The personality change since the day they had interrogated her in the dungeon baffled her. 

"We worried that you had hurt Pansy, Granger. The minute we knew you hadn't, we've been our true selves. As three men who didn't treat you well in school, and who have terrible reputations, I understand why you don't trust us. But these years have changed us, Granger. Perhaps we're just hoping you will give us the benefit of the doubt?" 

Hermione thought long and hard about his words as she sipped the firewhisky, savouring the sweet burn as it made it's way down her throat. She had been through so much that the bullying of Draco Malfoy was barely a blip on her radar now. Sure, he had been an arse, but he had hesitated that night her and the boys were bought to his manor. He had seemed genuinely horrified as she was tortured in front of his eyes. Hermione had seen true evil, and true evil didn't look like it was going to throw up at the sight of it's childhood nemesis bleeding on it's rug. 

"What are your reputations?" She hadn't read the papers at the end of the war, during the trials. Being unable to recover her parents memories had put her into a pit of depression and she had channelled all of her strength into education. She didn't want to see reminders of the war constantly. By the time she had the strength to check on the country, there was no mention of death eaters. Just talks of 'exciting new businesses' opening throughout the country, a place for men to find pleasure and release. 

Blaise raised a brow at Hermiones question, taking his time before responding. "We are death eaters, Granger. Theo and I took the mark to support Draco. We trained under Bellatrix, and we committed the crimes of death eaters." 

"Did you kill anyone?" The firewhisky was helping to prevent her blood from going cold. 

"Three people." Theos voice came from the doorway as he entered the room and sat in the last available chair, summoning his own drink. "We killed three members of another death eater family who had betrayed the Dark Lord. We got a larger punishment than death eaters who had killed muggles and muggleborns, because we tarnished a pureblood family tree." Theo laughed humourlessly before finishing his drink. "Don't look so surprised, Granger. We're not telling you anything a look through the archives won't give you. We've had ten years to get to grips with what we've done, talking to you about it isn't a big deal for us." 

"Who-who was it?" And why on earth wasn't she afraid of these men?

"The Parkinsons. Mother, Father and Son." Now that made Hermione freeze. 

"But Pansy...?"

"Pansy did nothing wrong." Blaises voice turned hard. Pansy was clearly a source of some sort of feelings for each of the boys, which was fascinating for Hermione, seeing as Pansy had never once mentioned them to her. Any time Hermione had bought them up she'd simply shrugged and told her that they had grown apart long before the war had ended. "Her family were scum, and we were all too happy to follow our orders. They'd just be another family funding a brothel if they were around, and they'd probably have Pansy as the main fucking attraction." Hermione shuddered at the thought. 

"Does she hate you for it?" 

"That's enough questions, Granger. I have one for you." Hermione inclined her head towards Theo. fair was fair, she supposed. "What's so good about Thursdays in Imperiused?"

"I'm seeing someone. Well, two someone's, I suppose. Sleeping with. No - fucking." Hermiones eyes blew wide in horror as the words flew from her mouth. "What the fuck!" She shouted, leaping to her feet as the two Slytherins grinned. 

"You really should watch who you take drinks from, Granger. Don't you work on a bar?" Blaise asked innocently. 

"That's fucked up, Blaise! How dare you-!"

"Sit down, Granger." Theos voice had turned cold, all traces of humor gone as he stared at Hermione with heat in his eyes. Hermiones voice caught in her throat as she took in the wizard, his face menacing.

"I won't-"

"Sit. Down. Or I'll make you sit." The air in the room turned cold as the death eater glared at Hermione.

She knew she could run, but something in his voice caused her to pause and assess the situation. Some twisted part of her didn't really want to leave. The look of heat in his eyes ignited something dark and twisted in her own stomach, and she wanted to see where this would lead. She stood for a moment longer, watching Theo as he watched her. Shadows played around Theos fingers, causing Hermione to gasp. Just as soon as she noticed them, they vanished. 

"Good girl." Theo said as Hermione took two steps back and returned to her chair. The words made her stomach ache, her need for Andrew and his friend intensifying. "So, you're fucking someone at the club?" He asked lightly, as though the moment of coldness had never happened. 

"Yes, once a week. It's only sex. He, or they, turn up and we go to one of the private rooms if they're available-" Fucking veritaserum! How were they allowed to keep that here? Did any aurors do their fucking jobs any more? 

"And if they aren't available?" Blaise asked, his voice deep and husky.

"We improvise." She bit her tongue, refusing to divulge any more. They did improvise, that was enough information.

"And how, exactly, do you do that?” Theo asked with a smirk, clearly aware of what Hermione was doing. She glared at him as more words started to spill from her mouth.

"I do what they tell me to do. Sometimes, they sit in a booth and I sit on their laps. Other times they take me to the bathrooms or they find an alcove. Once, Andrew came behind the bar and went down on me as I continued to work-"

"Fuck me." Blaise breathed as Hermione turned beetroot, embarrassment overriding any lust that had grown within her. "And what's your favourite thing that they do to you?" 

"I like it all." She answered honestly. "I like knowing that they're satisfied. As long as I'm doing a good job and they're getting what they need while giving me what I need-"

"And what is it you need?" Theo asked, his voice strained.

"I like pain. I like degradation and somehow like praise at the same time." Both of the snakes laughed darkly at that as Hermione blushed further. 

"So you're essentially just their sex toy once a week?" Theo asked. Hermione watched as his hand crept up his trouser-clad thigh and towards the bulge that appeared. Her mouth watered as she watched him begin to palm himself. 

"Yes." She admitted easily. "Do you have any whiskey that isn't drugged?" She needed more alcohol to help her embarrassment. Theo sent over his own glass with a wink, and she downed the lot. 

"Is that why you're so grumpy today, Granger? You're missing your night of being used like a little come slut?" The wizard asked as he continued to slowly palm himself through his trousers. Hermione was entranced, barely taking any notice of Blaise as Theo pleasured himself to Hermiones words.

"Yes. I feel guilty that I won't be able to see him, and maybe I'll never see him again-"

"Is it him that you miss, or his and his friends cocks?" Blaise asked.

"Both, I guess. There was nothing romantic there, but I enjoyed having someone who was interested in me, even if only for sexual pleasure. And we were very compatible, I doubt I'd find that anywhere else these days." she shrugged.

"What about his friend, were you interested in him too?"

"Again, only sexually. He never even spoke, just fucked me and went on his way."

"Do you know how fucked up that is, Hermione?" She shrugged. Worse things happened in the world than two, sometimes three, people meeting up for consensual sex. 

"I suppose. But I enjoyed it, and so did they." Theo grumbled something that sounded a lot like oh, they did under his breath. 

"What if we helped you, Granger?" Theo asked suddenly, his hooded gaze latching onto hers as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of his trousers and he let out a slight moan. 

"H-how?" She glanced at Blaise, who was also palming himself. Electricity shot to her core as she watched the two Slytherins touching themselves so easily in front of her. This was all sorts of fucked up, and she knew it, but all she wanted to do was get on her knees and help them with their arousals. 

"What if we replace your Thursday friends, just for the time being?" The curly haired wizard asked. Hermione crossed her legs to help alleviate some of the throbbing pressure building inside of her. "Would you like that, Granger?" He practically purred.

"Yes." The breathy word slipped out before she could even try to stop it. No! She didn't even know these people, not really. 

"Fuck, whoever brewed that veritaserum, I'm sending them a thousand galleons." Blaise groaned as he held Hermiones gaze, heat burning in his dark irises. 

"Do you want it, Granger? To be our little come slut while you're hiding away from the world? It will be our little secret, the golden girl being the death eaters sex toy. Fuck, we'd use and abuse you so fucking good, Granger. The tricks up our sleeves..." Theo trailed off with a moan as he moved his hand faster.

Hermione knew it was wrong, knew she was acting on lust alone, but she was desperate for release. Logic had left the building as her own hand found it's way to her core. Magic tingled around her as her trousers and underwear vanished, leaving her bare from the waist down in front of the death eaters. 

"Spread those legs and show us how you touch that cunt, Granger." Blaise demanded, his deep voice hard, leaving no room for argument. Hermione sighed in relief as her submissive side took over, her legs opening wide and her fingers finding her sensitive clit. Both of the men groaned as they took in the sight before them, each of them freeing their hard members from their trousers and tugging at themselves as Hermione rubbed her fingers against her bundle of nerves. 

"Oh, Merlin, Granger. What a fucking sight you are. Can you make yourself come like that?" usually, no. But in such fucked up circumstances, Hermione found herself nodding easily as she moved her fingers faster, a needy whine escaping her lips as the pressure built in her lower stomach. Another tingle of magic left Hermione completely naked, the cool air causing her nipples to stand on edge as she worked herself faster. 

"Play with them, Granger. Put both of your hands to work." Theo instructed, and Hermione happily obliged. She used her other hand to roughly grasp one of her nipples and pinched it hard, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that made her jump. She vaguely saw the two men leaving their seats opposite her, lust clouding her vision as she continued to do as she was told. 

"Keep doing that, Granger. Work yourself up, but open that fucking mouth for us." Hermione followed the instructions once more as a rough hand grasped her hair and pulled her head to the edge of the chair, where a thick dark cock was waiting for her. She took it eagerly, licking and sucking at the firm skin while she continued to play with herself. Eventually Blaise took over, thrusting his dick into her throat and making her gag all over his impressive member. This was easily the biggest cock she had taken in her throat, and she worked hard to keep breathing through her nose as Blaise worked his way in and out of her, the wizard cursing and grunting as he went.

Just as Hermione and Blaise found a rhythm, a rough hand pulled her head off of Blaises dick and across to the other side of the chair where Theos was waiting, a bead of precome dripping down the veiny cock. Hermione stuck her tongue out and lapped it up, moaning at the salty taste that coated her tongue. Theo gave Hermione more time to find her own method, allowing her to suck his cock into the back of her throat at a slower pace as he moaned into the air. She could hear Blaise behind them, panting as he worked towards his release. 

Hermione worked herself faster as the two men took turns with her mouth, shoving her aggressively from one side of the chair to the other as she fucked herself with her hands. It didn't take long for her release to crash through her, her body convulsing on the chair as her come soaked the fabric beneath her.

"Don't fucking stop, slut." Theo growled as he fucked her harder, growing breathless as his cock tightened. Just as Hermione prepared herself for the come, Theo pulled out of her mouth and aimed himself at her chest, covering her in his warm seed. "Keep touching yourself, Granger. You don't stop until we say so." Hermione nodded eagerly, rubbing her oversensitive clit as Blaise took over her mouth. A hand grasped her breast, rubbing Theos come across her and pinching her nipple, making Hermione jump once more. She was so overstimulated and sensitive it hurt, but she revelled in the pain. 

"That's it, mudblood." Theo whispered into her ear before biting her neck. He was kneeled down beside her, rubbing his come over her while he licked and bit at her neck. Blaise let out a deep moan as Hermione felt her second, more intense, orgasm building. She screamed around Blaises cock as he came, more fluid gushing out of her and onto her hand as come dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. She tried her best not to gag as she swallowed all that she could, but he had emptied so much inside of her that she couldn't manage it all. 

"You can stop now, Granger." Blaise told her as he pulled out, a trail of come and spit leaving her mouth with him. Both wizards moved back and stood in front of Hermione, satisfied smirks on their faces as they took in the scene. Hermione was sure she looked like an absolute mess, but she didn't care. She had never managed to make herself come that hard, especially not twice. They hadn't even touched her cunt.

"You did good, little whore." Theo told her as his eyes roved up and down her body once more, slow and hungry, as though he were committing the sight to memory. "Go clean yourself up and get to bed." He seemed to think about something for a minute before adding. "No magic. Walk to your room and clean yourself the muggle way." 

And with that the two wizards walked away, leaving Hermione and her mess in the library.

Hermione took a moment to compose herself, humiliation hitting her hard. No magic? She had to walk through the manor, completely naked, covered in come? Jesus, they were fucked, and she was even more fucked because a very small part of her enjoyed the thrill, even while humiliated. They had just used her, fucked her mouth, covered her in their come and left her to embarrass herself further. 

She wasn't surprised by the abrupt departure, Andrew and his friend never stuck around once the moment was over. Andrew hadn't since the first few months in, once he had established that Hermione was nothing more than a once-a-week-fuck. It had hurt, at times. But she buried the pain and focussed on the pleasure, refusing to acknowledge any of the humiliation that came from being left in a room alone after an hour of intense fucking. 

She did that now. A deep breath in, occlusion walls pulled into place. Hermione stood and ignored the mess, deciding that one of the snakes could deal with it. She pushed her shoulders back and made her way to her bedroom, ignoring the drips of come that fell to the floor and the way the cold air caused her to shiver, the come feeling like ice water on her skin. 

After what felt like the longest walk of her life, Hermione finally made it to her bedroom with a sigh of relief. She bolted in and locked the door, refusing to deal with any more death eaters that night. After a long shower she finally made it to bed, exhausted by the intense orgasms she had experienced.

It was only when she was finally drifting off that Hermione realised she hadn't thought of Andrew in hours, and the needy itch had been satisfied by somebody else. 

Chapter Text

Draco stood in the hallway hidden under disillusionment, utterly flabbergasted. 

Once he finally remembered how to use his legs he made his way to the office, where he found Blaise and Theo laughing at their desks. The pair looked perfectly composed as they joked about something or another, barely paying attention to the multiple screens in front of them or the wizard who had just entered the room. 

"Can either of you explain why I just caught a stark naked Hermione Granger wandering through the manor?" Draco asked. Both of the men surprised him by simply smirking, causing Dracos mouth to drop open in shock. "You didn't...?"

"Oh, brother, we did." Theo told him with a smug smirk. "Far quicker than either of us expected, too. It was Blaises genius idea, and it worked perfectly." Dracos head snapped to Blaise, who truly did look like the niffler that caught the golden snitch. 

"How the...what?" Draco was truly so confused his head hurt. Quicker than a blink, Theo threw something at Dracos head. The blonde caught it without hesitation, his seeker reflexes coming into play. Dracos eyes widened further as he took in the small vial of silver in his palm. 

"Tell me how much you love me." Theo told him with a smirk. 

"Oh, Theo. You have no idea." Draco beamed at the pair as he pocketed the memory and made his way to his own desk, ready to update his friends on his evening. 

Hermione woke slowly, enjoying how well rested she felt. It hadn't even been a full week, and being on the island was doing her wonders. Having so much time to herself to simply read and relax was heavenly. Paired with the evening in the library and how easily she had fallen asleep...Hermione felt like a new woman. She checked her phone and was surprised to see that it was past ten in the morning. She hadn't slept in that late in years. 

Her second morning in the manor, Hermione had woken up to a pile of basic tops, leggings and trousers on the large vanity in her room. She assumed Theo had found them spare, and was grateful. She pulled on a dark green top and a pair of comfy trousers, brushed her teeth and headed down to the kitchen. As Hermione made her way down the hallway to the kitchen, the sound of voices gave her pause. Of course, the morning after letting two of the three death eaters in the manor use and degrade her, she'd bump into them all. It was sods law, after all. She warred with herself, arguing over hunger verses a need to not be humiliated. Hunger won out, and Hermione forced her shoulders back and head high, refusing to let them think she was bothered by the night before.

"-runes carved into his fucking eyes, Blaise. That's fucked! If this person doesn't slow down, we will-" Theos voice died abruptly before calling out "Good morning, Granger." Hermione startled, wondering how the hell they knew she was in the corridor. 

"Good morning." She tried her best to sound unbothered, knowing damn well she failed as she walked into the kitchen, past the snakes and towards the large pantry. Blaise had asked Hermione what she liked to eat and had stocked the kitchen with food she enjoyed, something that had made her feel some sort of way. Hermione busied herself with gathering the ingredients for her porridge and pretending she couldn't hear the quiet murmurs coming from the kitchen. 

"Did you sleep well, Hermione?" Blaise asked five minutes later as Hermione sat down with her porridge and banana. Hermione. She liked the way her name sounded on Blaises lips, the way he had called her by her given name so easily since the moment she had turned up at the manor. She didn't quite understand how he was so at ease with her, but it felt nice. 

"I did thank you, Blaise. Did you?" Three sets of eyes were practically burning her alive as she focussed on nothing but her porridge, her cheeks burning at the scrutiny. 

"Oh, Blaise slept very well." Theo responded cheekily, giving Hermione a wink when she glanced up at him in shock. "Kneazle got your tongue, Granger?" The wizard asked, causing her to look back down at her porridge and wish she had just turned around and gone back to bed. A grunt came from Theos direction followed by a muffled "fuck, Draco." .

"Granger?" This was Dracos voice, sounding far less cold than it had when she had heard it last. He sounded almost hesitant as he spoke. Hermione looked up and gasped in shock at the sight before her. Draco was holding her beaded bag in his hand, reaching it across to Hermione. 

"How did you get that? You told me that I couldn't go and-"

"You couldn't." He responded sharply, some of the past weeks ire creeping back into his voice. There he is. "You're a bull in a bloody China shop, Granger. But I know a guy, and he got it for you. I've got all of Pansys stuff in a box for you to send off to wherever she is. There's an owlery on the island, I'll take you later. Or tomorrow, depends on the weather." Her head reeled. Why on earth was Draco Malfoy being so...polite?

"You're in exile." She said rather dumbly, her brain clearly still in a puddle on the library floor from the night before. Had these men had personality transplants or something? Dracos lip quirked up in a way that jolted lightening through her as the other two wizards chuckled.

"Nicely observed, Granger." Draco drawled. 

"Hermione. Do you really think that we would go ten years on an isolated island and not find ways to communicate with the outside world to acquire what we need?" Blaise asked, amusement evident in his deep voice. 

"I...I suppose not. But, how?" 

"Who's running the country, Granger?" Theo asked. "I mean properly. Who's pulling all the strings?"

Oh. Of course. 

"Death eaters." She glared at her porridge, her appetite gone as she once again recalled the state of the country. It had been nice, the week of reprieve from the horrors of the world. No newspapers, no shadows chasing her, no leery men trying to shove a hand up her skirt as she served customers. Security in the club was great, but it was a strip club, at the end of the day. Hands always wandered. 

"Ten points for Gryffindor." Draco responded, and she could practically feel his eye roll.

"But...if they're running the show, can't they just release you?" 

"That question has a bit of a complex answer, in all honesty." Blaise told her. "We were scapegoats. The death eaters hid behind us, saying the Malfoys, Notts and Zabinis were the real criminals. Though Potter spoke out in defence of Narcissa and Draco, Lucius was sent to Azkaban. Nott Sr vanished off the face of the earth, only to show up mangled in a forest on the edge of Italy. My mother vanished into thin air, though she has had no relations with death eaters in her life. But still, our families took the forefront, and everyone was far too happy to make us the villains, especially for what we did to the Parkinson family. The rest of the death eaters either escaped or pretended they were imperiused. They're lurking in the shadows, using their galleons and leverage to take over day by day. They learned from the Dark Lords errors, and they have changed their direction. They run the ministry. They run Hogwarts. They run the brothels and the bars and the businesses. They could release us, and sweep it under the rug, but if it leaked it would make it more obvious what was going on, you know? The world would finally panic, believing death eaters were running the show. But there's more to it than that." 

"Blaise." Draco interrupted, his voice holding a hint of warning. 

"And what is that?" Hermione asked eagerly, lapping up every morsel of knowledge she could get her hands on. 

"Well, after hiding behind us, I reckon the death eaters probably know we aren't their biggest fans. And after seeing what we did to the Parkinsons, they'd probably rather keep us hidden away for as long as possible. And with all the death eaters vanishing and turning up tortured, I suppose they're rather on edge." 

"You think a whole fleet of death eaters are scared of the three of you?" She asked, her brows furrowed. 

"What, you don't think we can be scary, Granger?" Theo asked, his head tilted slightly as his eyes turned cold. Hermione gasped, remembering the change in his demeanour the night before. Her eyes widened as black shadows began to creep around Theos fingertips, just as she had witnessed the night before. Theo twiddled his fingers as the shadows danced on his skin, growing darker by the second. The room seemed to freeze, and terror gripped at Hermione as she realised that Theo was literally playing with dark magic. His lips twisted in a cruel smirk as Draco and Blaise continued to watch Hermiones reaction with cold, dead eyes. 

"I..." Her voice caught as the light flickered above her head. The shadow was growing bigger climbing up Theos arm as he waited for her response.

"Do you not think that the three younger wizards, personally trained by Bellatrix herself, could be worthy opponents of an entire fleet of death eaters?" he asked, his voice turning softer and yet more malicious with each word. 

"I...I...don't-" The light stopped flickering as the shadows suddenly vanished, Theos face turning from deathly serious to a smirk as Hermione stuttered. The sudden change left her reeling as all three wizards burst into laughter. 

"Merlin, Granger. That was too easy." Theo laughed as he pushed his chair back, the other two following with smirks of their own. 

"Enjoy your porridge, Granger. We're going to fly while the wind has eased up for a bit." Hermione just sat gaping after them, her mind spinning by what she had just seen. 

Hermione finished her porridge at record speed and fled back to her room, not wanting to linger around the wizards. Between last night and this morning, they were giving her whiplash. 

She sat at her vanity and began to assess her beaded bag, completely unsurprised to see that it had been ransacked. Her books were now entirely out of alphabetical order, which caused her to scowl. But to her relief, the compartment hidden by protective wards remained untouched. With nothing better to do, she decided to pull every single thing out from the bag and give it a sort out. 

A few hours later, Hermione sat in what resembled the room of lost things in Hogwarts. She was surrounded by piles of books, old clothes, potions ingredients, letters, camping gear, spare wands and so much more. The bag hadn't been emptied once in the twelve years she had owned it, and there was something therapeutic about sorting through everything. She came across photos of her and her friends, as well as notes passed between them in classes. There was research on horcruxes and other dark magic, reminding her so much of her time with Harry and Ron that it hurt. Look at me, she thought glumly. So depressed by the state of the world that I'm nostalgic for Lord fucking Voldemorts reign. 

It was when she stumbled across one of her parents photo albums that the tears started. It had been so long since she had seen her parents, and the wound still gaped. What she wouldn't give to spend one more day with them, wrapped in her mothers warm embrace while her father cooked them a roast dinner. Hermione rubbed her eyes and put the photos away, not having the strength to keep going down memory lane. 

From there she sorted her clothes, putting some that she still wore in the drawers next to her bed whilst throwing the old stuff in the pile for the bin. She didn't even realise she had that many clothes, in all honesty. Potions ingredients came next, many of them being expired, though some of the dried herbs and other items were still useable. She hadn't spent time brewing properly since her time in Switzerland, where there had been a large lab she had been given access to. 

Once all the other miscellaneous items were sorted, Hermione worked through the books. It was therapeutic, putting them all in order. She decided to keep a few out for light reading, though the access to the library within the manor was something she cherished. The rest all went back in their designated areas, causing Hermione to feel much more at peace. It wasn't lost on her that she had unpacked more in a week with death eaters than she had in the three years she had lived with Pansy. She supposed that she had always questioned the safety of the flat, whereas here she knew she was hidden, at least for now.

And really, who would go looking for Hermione Granger in the home of death eaters? 

A gentle knock at the door startled Hermione as she lay on her bed reading a book on magical transportation. Hermione called out for whoever it was to come in, expecting it to be Malfoy arriving to take her over to the owlery. 

"Hey, Hermione. Do you still like arithmancy?" Blaise asked as he walked through the door, the picture of calm with a large brown folder in his hand. Hermione envied the way the wizard simply never seemed bothered. He either was the most well adjusted human on earth, or was buried beneath so many layers of occlumency that he hadn't shown his real personality in years. 

"I...do." She raised a brow as he sat at the chair on her vanity and passed the folder onto her. 

"You're bored, and I truly hate numbers. Draco has enough to do, and Theo will fall asleep within the first three pages." The wizard explained. "I was wondering if you would like to help me out with these?"

"What is it?" Hermione asked as she began to flick through the papers. It was all very muggle, the folder and the paper, the way everything was printed and not written in ink. 

"We own a couple of businesses, and that's the ingoing's and outgoings for all of them. For some reason, we're losing more money than we should be and I just can't find it. Only a few galleons here and there, but we don't appreciate discrepancies of any kind." Hermione kept her face neutral as Blaise explained. "Just, look through all the numbers. See these three letters in every line?" Hermione nodded. "Circle the letters connected to any numbers that don't seem quite right." 

"Why are all of your businesses combined into one form? Wouldn't it be easier to manage the finances if they are separated?"

"They are, but we have an accountant that then checks over it all and that is the final form we get from them."

"Then how do you not know it's the accountant?" Surely that would be the place to start?

"He's under an unbreakable vow, and gets paid far too well for his silence to dare pocket even a single knut more. No, it's one of our managers. Our accountant is working on separating everything at his end, too. Just thought an extra pair of eyes would help, especially the eyes of the brightest witch of our age." Hermione lit up at the praise, a smile falling easily to her lips. 

"I'll give it a go, but I'm not sure what good I will be. What businesses do you have? And, well, how?" It fascinated Hermione how they had worked around every single part of their 'punishment'. A smirk graced Blaises lips as he thought about his words before speaking.

"There were a few weeks between the Battle of Hogwarts and aurors turning up at our doors. In that time, Potter of all people warned Draco what the plans for us were. He told us that all of our vaults would be emptied for 'reparations'" He scoffed. "Fucking brothels, more like. Of course, we all had hidden vaults in other countries anyway. But we did what snakes do best, and we invested our assets into multiple businesses and accounts over the country. We then moved large amounts of our money to our offshore vaults. I think the ministry ended up with about a thousand galleons from us." Hermione barked out a laugh. "Of course, we had to remain anonymous. We went into these businesses with people we trusted. Well, as far as you can trust other Slytherins, I suppose. They had all worked with our parents in some way or another over the years. We had to act. We started a few different businesses, all low-scale ones that were easily overlooked, especially with the way everybody was rebuilding anyway. A few apothecaries here and there, a couple of pubs around the country. Nothing big. Most of it has gone quite well, though a few of the managers got a bit cocky. They have all been whipped back into shape though, and for the most part it works seamlessly."

"Smart." She said with a nod as her eyes began to scan the paperwork. For some reason, it was the letters that were baffling her. She assumed they were the initials of the managers who had sent over the information. There were no names of businesses listed, though Hermione suspected that was entirely on purpose. There was one set of letters that kept catching her eyes, HCA. She was sure she had seen those initials somewhere. 

Time seemed to fly away as Hermione got lost in a blur of numbers and letters, figuring out the patterns of each business soon enough. There were twelve businesses in total, twelve potential managers that could be stealing from the snakes. 

Hermione startled when she looked up from the folder and found Blaise still sat in the chair, pouring over his own paperwork. She hadn't even realised that he was still there. Hermione watched him for a moment, surprised by how at ease she felt. It was nice, to have some company. Hermione smiled to herself before looking back down and carrying on, determined to figure out where the discrepancies were. The problem was, she had a feeling the records had been tampered with. 

"Hermione?" Blaises voice cut through her concentration once more. Thunder rolled through the fields outside as it began to rain, making Hermione curse. She was hoping to post Pansys belongings off today. 

"Hm?" She asked, not looking up. Those initials were driving her insane!

"I said shall we go and make some food? Theo and Draco are going to busy all evening, so it will just be us." Hermione liked that. The other twos mood swings were...not fun to be around. 

"Busy with what?" She asked as she marked the place in the folder and placed it on the desk for later.

"You're a nosey little thing, aren't you?" The wizard asked with a laugh as they left the room. Hermione blushed slightly but shrugged. 

"I'm bored, and you three are rather fascinating. Plus I'm exiled now too, apparently. I may as well know all your little secrets." She kept her voice light as she spoke, those she felt Blaise stiffen next to her. 

"Don't sniff around too much, Granger. Our business is still our own, and the others don't take as kindly to sneaks as I do." Right. Warning taken, she thought glumly as they continued to walk. 

Dinner was an awkward affair, the atmosphere never truly settling as Blaise cooked some pasta and the pair ate. They made stilted small talk until the plates were cleaned and Hermione fled the room as soon as she had finished washing up, desperate to get away from the moody wizard. Though she had to admit, his reaction had done nothing more than make her extra curious. What on earth were they hiding that had Blaise so protective? 

Hermione spent the rest of the night going through the paperwork whilst also logging all of the information she had learned about the wizards in her small time in the manor.

Firstly, they were all very protective of Pansy, even though the witch hadn't so much as mentioned them in years.

Then they had offered to let Hermione stay with them, for no known reason. She had to admit it was curious behaviour. Had they really grown so much in ten years that they could be nice to not just a muggleborn, but Hermione herself? At times, they had been almost kind to her. Blaise had bought her favourite foods, Theo had provided her with clothes. Draco had retrieved her bag somehow. Though they weren't great with words, their actions spoke of some sort of kindness, even if stunted. 

They had mentioned Harry multiple times, and they never spoke with disgust when they did. There was absolutely some sort of relationship there, which Hermione thought was truly odd. Harry and Ron had never once mentioned the Slytherins when Hermione had seen them. 

They were leaving the island, Hermione was sure of it. Which meant there was a way to do it without the aurors being involved. Hermione suspected they were using portkeys, though she supposed there could be other options. Malfoy had used a vanishing cabinet before, after all. Why were they so adamant that she stay on the island if there was a way to travel? Was it truly for her own safety? 

They had full access to their magic, a postal service and whatever else. Clearly, no laws truly applied to them as long as they kept things hush hush. The aurors seemed to be in their pockets. Who else did they have control over?

They had multiple businesses, all of which were being kept under secrecy. They didn't trust Hermione with any information regarding what they did, which meant it was absolutely more than a few apothecaries and pubs. Something deep in her gut told her that they weren't involved in the brothels and workhouses. The way they sneered at the mere mention of them gave Hermione pause. Nobody was that good of an actor. 

Theo and Blaise had had no issue being sexually active with Hermione. She knew many death eaters enjoyed sex with muggleborns, and so she rationalised that she could simply just be a kink to them. The thought was rather disturbing, even for her. Some part of her wondered though, if they were actually attracted to her. Or perhaps it was simply the fact that she was the first woman they had had access to in ten years. Most men would jump at that opportunity, she presumed. But then, if they were leaving the island, surely they could find other women? 

Malfoy fascinated her the most. Blaise said he had too much on his plate. What was he up to? Was that why Hermione barely saw him? She had expected him to linger around more, calling her cruel names and making her stay more difficult. Instead, she had seen him twice and one of those times he had spoken to her like a normal human being. 

Her mind reeling, she dug deep into her bag, past the hidden compartment, pulled out her trustworthy notebook and wrote all her thoughts and feelings down. Everything in regards to the three Slytherins seemed to be tangled together like wool, one confusing thought overlapping another. 

One question above all others repeated itself in Hermiones mind. 

What side were these men on?

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Hermione had stayed up late into the night, frantically writing notes about every piece of information she knew about each of the Slytherins. Everything she could remember about them before, during and after the war. Everything she had learned since arriving on the nameless island. 

"Don't sniff around too much, Granger. Our business is still our own, and the others don't take as kindly to sneaks as I do."

Blaises words had awoken something in Hermione, doing the exact opposite of what he had wanted, she was sure. A flame had ignited, and she had spent the night kindling it until it roared. She needed to figure out who the snakes were, and she was furious with herself for spending an entire week with them before realising that. Surely, if she wanted to find way to help the women of the country, starting off by working her way in with three death eaters was the way to go. Hermione wasn't sure how, but she was sure that they knew more about what the death eaters were up to, even if they themselves weren't involved. Slytherins were resourceful and cunning, always needing to know every morsel of information and using it for their own benefit. There was no way on earth the three snakes in the manor didn't know exactly what was going on in the country, Hermione was certain. 

In between her frenzied note taking, Hermione had read through the paperwork Blaise had given her twice. The patterns all made sense, though some of them made too much sense. There were three businesses with exactly the same ingoing's and outgoings every week, which seemed suspicious. No company made the exact same profits every single day. The answer was there, and she was close, Hermione was sure. 

With a new lease of life inside of her, Hermione had woken and dressed rather early before making her way to the kitchen and eating breakfast. The manor was eerily quiet, though that didn't bother her. She snooped through the kitchen, disappointment hitting her as she found nothing, not even an empty potion vial that seemed suspicious. 

Undeterred, she made her way to the library. Surely if these were dark wizards, they'd have some questionable books at hand? Of course, this was not a fool proof plan. A fascinating book on the origins of apparation caught Hermiones eye, and before she knew it, Hermione was halfway through. 

"Granger." Draco Malfoys sharp voice cut through the serene calm of the library, causing the witch to jump a mile. "Merlin. Do you have no self preservation?" The blonde sneered as Hermione caught his eye. 

"Of course I do, it's just-"

"Had I been a murderer, you'd be dead. You're in somebody else's home, and you just lounge about, completely unaware of your surroundings? Are you fucking dense, Granger?" The wizard sounded genuinely angry, causing Hermione to frown. 

"I was only reading, Malfoy. And besides, if you three wanted to kill me you would have by now." She shrugged. Malfoys eyes burned with fury as he glared at Hermione. 

"Go and get Pansys belongings, I'll meet you by the front door in three minutes. Move." Hermione leapt into action, not wanting to piss Malfoy off further if he was willing to actually help her. 

Two minutes and forty seconds later, she made it to the grand oak doors, her chest heaving. 

"Good to see you can follow instructions, Granger." He scowled. "We need to be quick, I want this sent off before the storm blows back in." Hermione nodded and pulled up her hood before following Malfoy out of the doors, the fresh air immediately making her catch her breath. Winter on an island in the middle of the ocean was freezing. 

The walk took about ten minutes through a winding path to a large brick owlery at the back of the property, right at the edge of the woods. The tower reached the top of the tallest tree, many circular windows dotted about the entire building. Grey clouds were beginning to form in the sky, causing both Hermione and Draco to frown. 

"This whole island used to be much busier. My family used to allow others to use the manor, and there were always letters going back and forth. Even though it's not used much now, the owls liked it here. There's almost as many owls on this island as there are at Hogwarts." Why did they keep talking to her so easily? Draco entered the owlery before Hermione and she followed, intrigued by the building. Soon enough they were both out of breath as they climbed up the steep spiral staircase. 

"Do we have to go to the top?" Hermione panted as she trailed behind him. He ignored her. 

Eventually they finally made it to the top floor and Hermione gasped as she took in the view from the large open window ahead of her. A sprawling forest lay beneath her, with the ocean further ahead.  She hadn't realised how large the island actually was, nor how beautiful. Nothing but trees, fields and sea surrounded the manor. She supposed it must be a beautiful place to live, if one was there willingly. 

Draco clicked his tongue and summoned two large eagle owls, both of which stared at Hermione with disdain as Draco fed them treats before tying the box to each of their legs. "Take it easy, boys." He informed them. "I've made it as small and light as possible for you." The slightly larger of the birds clicked it's beak at Draco before they took off, as if offended that he thought they would struggle. 

"Castor has always had such an attitude problem." The blonde wizard said with an amused huff. 

"And Pollux?" Hermione asked. 

"Far more timid. I think I gave them the wrong names sometimes." Hermione laughed at that. Trust the Malfoy family to even name their owls after the stars in the sky. Hermione stepped closer to the window, wincing slightly as she saw the grey clouds rolling in and rain begin to fall. 

"Fuck." Draco grumbled as the rain began to fall faster. "The owls don't mind the rain, and the parcel won't get wet, but I wanted to get them on their way earlier than this. The rain is supposed to get worse." A large rumble of thunder filled the air as the room turned dark, dark clouds rolling in faster than Hermione had ever seen. She jumped as lightening flashed through the angry sky, lighting the room momentarily. 

"I've never seen a storm come to life so fast!" Hermione shrieked as brutal droplets hit her through the open window, causing her to jump backwards.

"We're in the middle of the ocean, Granger. Storms here are fast and brutal." Weren't they just. "We'll have to camp here for the time being, I'm not risking getting struck by lightening." Hermione nodded in agreement before transfiguring an old blanket in the corner of the room into a large picnic blanket and laying it on the floor, just out of the rains reach. They sat together, giving each other some personal space as they each watched the storm grow. Thunder and lightening appeared closer together as the storm moved over their heard, the rain hammering down so heavily she could barely hear herself think. 

Somehow, the pair had moved closer together. Half an hour or so in and their legs were brushing up against each other, something Hermione was hyper aware of and yet did not want to bring to an end. Draco was naturally much warmer than she was, and the body heat felt good. 

Eventually the rain lightened just enough for Hermione to hear Draco speak. "You're an enigma, Granger." He told her. 

"Me?" She asked in confusion, turning to look at Draco. His molten Mercury eyes were on her already, filled with a mixture of emotions that Hermione couldn't quite place. "How?"

"You turn up here, knocked out and covered in blood. You're feisty as hell when we're asking you questions-"

"Asking me questions? You were in death eater robes, hitting me with stinging hexes, threatening me!" 

"-You tell me you'd rather sleep on the streets than live here-"

"-well, that was before I experienced the bed, to be fair-"

"-then you go all silent, and hide away as much as possible. You only really talk to Blaise. Why is that, by the-"

"-Blaise was always the kindest to me in school. And I haven't been hiding, I've been in the library and kitchen! The others have seen me-"

"-Then you let my best friends take turn fucking your mouth on my library chair, which I had to clean-"

"-well, I didn't know it was your chair-"

"-And I do something nice for you, and you barely glance at me!"

"And why the hell are you doing something nice, Malfoy? I didn't ask you to! I don't know you, and I certainly don't trust you! I haven't seen you in over ten years, and I wake up in your fucking dungeon, tied up with you stinging me! Then I don't see you for a week, and now you're having a go at me, for what exactly? Not bowing down and kissing your feet? None of you make sense! Why are you all being civil? And why did your friends do that with me? I don't understand any of it!" 

"Maybe we're just different people now, and we're treating you like we treat everyone else! Maybe you should stop expecting the worst from everyone and act normally!"

"I don't fucking know what normal is, Malfoy!" She screamed. They were both stood. When had they stood? "I don't know what normal is! Everyone either hates me for my blood, or my gender, or my history. My friends are too busy climbing the cooperate ladder to give a fuck about the goings-on in the world, my best friend is the girl who tormented me in school and I spend my nights working in a fucking strip club, because I can't work anywhere else! The guy I'm interested in uses me for his needs once a week and goes on his merry way! I have to be escorted to the fucking shop, and now I'm hiding in exile with three fucking murderers because I defended myself against a kidnapper! And one minute, the murderers are cold and cruel and hate me and the next they're making sarcastic small talk over breakfast! And yes, I let them use my body the other night, because that bought me pleasure, too. And damn it, in a situation this fucked up, I deserve to at least get something back out of it!" Her chest was heaving as she finished her rant, her throat sore from the volumes she had used. 

The cruel glint she was so used to had returned to Dracos eyes as he assessed her hungrily. "So that's what you want out of this situation, right? Pleasure?" His voice had a husky quality to it as he stalked towards Hermione. 

"That's- no, I just-" 

"Not the bigger picture. This. Right now. The four of us, trapped here until we figure out how to get you to safety. You want to make the most of the situation, right?" Hermione swallowed as he stepped closer and she stepped back, gasping as the cold stone hit her body. 

"They showed me just how filthy you are, Granger. And I want in on it, too. Maybe I didn't want you to bow down in thanks. Maybe I wanted you to bend over instead." Oh, fuck. Hermiones breath caught as Draco moved further again, placing a hand on either side of her head as he pressed his hard body against her and leaned down, placing his mouth by her ear. 

"Maybe, Granger, you woke up on an island with three sex starved criminals, and you've woken us all up with you. Maybe we're all just as desperate for pleasure as you, and we're doing what we can to get it. Did you consider that?" Hermione shook her head, not trusting her voice.

"You think that Blaise and Theo happened to be in the library at the same time as you, veritaserum on hand? Don't be so stupid." Draco thrust his hips forward, pressing his hard body against Hermiones body in the most delicious way as heat came alive in her stomach. "They told me all about your Thursday night antics, and how you like to be passed around like a common whore. I think it's time you show me, Granger, just how common you are." 

Wetness pooled in her underwear at Dracos words. They had been talking about her, discussing her sex life and making plans to get their way with her. It was a messed up reaction, but it turned her on to imagine the three of them discussing ways to get what they wanted out of her. 

"Did you plan this?" She asked in a shaky voice as Draco breathed into her ear, his rock hard cock pressed against her. "Bringing me here when you knew there would be a storm. You wanted me trapped in here with you."

"Another ten points to the brightest witch of our age." Draco whispered into her ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on her neck just before he bit her. Hard. Hermione moaned and bucked her hips, seeking out the friction of his hardness once more. In a blur of movements, Draco had removed Hermiones coat and thrown it to the floor before turning her around, pressing her face against the damp, cold stone.

"Tell me you want this, Granger. Give me consent, and I'll do the rest." It was almost a plea, the way he asked.

A smarter woman would have at least hesitated, thought about his words more carefully. But Hermione wasn't smart when sex was involved, so she happily cried "Yes." as his hands roved down her body. Not even seconds later, Hermiones trousers and underwear were around her ankles as Draco pulled her back away from the wall slightly before bending her forward, exposing her to the freezing elements. Hermione shivered as the Baltic air assaulted her soaked cunt.

"This fuck isn't for you, Granger. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." A large crack filled the air as Draco slapped Hermiones arse, causing her to stumble forward into the wall. "Address me properly, mudblood. I'll take Sir, Daddy, or even Master. Understood?"

"Fuck. Yes, Master." She cried. "I understand." Draco groaned deeply in response, letting her know she had chosen the right name. 

"This is all for me. You'll receive no pleasure, only pain. If you take it all like a good little hole, perhaps you will be rewarded later. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master." Another smack. 

"Who's pleasure is this?"

"Yours, Master." The hand on her arse rubbed the raw skin ever so slightly before pulling away and colliding once more, making Hermione gasp in pain as tears welled in her eyes. The hand moved lower, pulling her legs apart and exposing her pussy to Draco. 

"So wet already, little witch. Do you think you'll take my cock, or do I need to stretch you open?" It must have been a rhetorical question as Hermione felt a cold finger make it's way into her, but she answered anyway. 

"Whichever you prefer, Master. I'll take it either way." A dry chuckle came from Draco. 

"Whoever has been fucking you has trained you well. It's almost like you were made just for me." Hermione moaned as Draco pushed the finger the whole way in, thrusting in and out of her for a few moments before adding another. Nothing about the movements were gentle as Draco fucked Hermione with two of his fingers, brutally thrusting them in and out. Just as quick as it had started, Draco pulled his fingers out and stepped back. Hermione released a sob at the sudden coldness and exposure. "What's your safe word, Granger? And are you on birth control?"

"A-Arithmancy" Her teeth chattered as she spoke, feeling frozen to the bone already. Draco let out a huff of laughter from somewhere behind her. "And yes, the potion and a muggle c-c-coil." 

Suddenly arms wrapped themselves around Hermione, pulling her up and walking towards the window. A harsh shove found her on the floor, raindrops landing on her head, which was mere centimetres from the edge. Terror grasped her body as she realised there was nothing to stop her from falling. 

Draco stood above her, his eyes promising cruelty as he watched her. He still wore his clothes, but had pulled himself out of his trousers. Hermiones mouth dropped open at the sheer size of him. She had thought Theo and Blaise had been big when she had seen them in the library, but Malfoy had them both beat in length and girth. Hermione had experienced her fair share of cocks, what with working in a strip club, and this was the largest she had seen. Her mouth dried at the sight, and she genuinely worried that he would split her open. She may have been wet, but he hadn't prepared her nearly enough. 

Hermione watched wide eyed as Draco crouched down and pulled Hermiones trousers and underwear from her ankles before grasping both of her thighs in his hands and spreading her, completely exposing her to him. Draco let out a satisfied noise as he studied Hermiones anatomy intently, his untouched dick seeming to throb between his legs. 

"What do you think, little mudblood? Will this cunt take what it's given?" 

"Y-yes, Master" Hermione cried, arousal and terror battling for dominance within her. Malfoy pulled out his wand and waved it at Hermione, causing her to gasp as her hands moved with no warning, going up above her head, dangling over the edge. Another flick of the wand found them tied together harshly, allowing no room for movement. Draco smirked as he looked down at Hermione once more before he released one of her thighs and grasped his cock, giving it a few firm tugs before moving towards Hermione. 

He gave her no warning before moving forward and entering into her in one powerful thrust, causing a shriek to tear from her mouth, immediately swallowed by the howling wind that was beginning to pick back up. It burned as it stretched her open, a delicious pain that caused her to moan as she writhed in pain and pleasure. Draco didn't speak as he forced himself the entire way in, not stopping until he was completely pressed against Hermione in every way, completely ignoring the way her body shook from a combination of bitter winds and brutal pain. 

"Fuck, you're so tight for such a whore." Draco told her, his voice jagged and breathless as he adjusted to Hermione. She barely noticed the way his jaw clenched. "You're going to take everything I fucking give you. Do you hear me?" 

"Yes Master." She panted, jumping in shock as Draco pulled himself all of the way out, the friction causing her to whimper ever so slightly. 

"You can barely handle it, can you? I thought you were a filthy come slut, Granger? Are your Thursday visitors not doing their jobs properly?" He asked as he thrust back in, harder than he had the first time. The movements were agonising, too slow and too forceful to be enjoyable for Hermione. He hadn't been lying, the entire experience was for Malfoys pleasure only. 

A sharp slap on Hermione clit caused her to scream, her body writhing on the freezing cold floor. "I asked you a fucking question!" Draco seethed. "Are they not doing their fucking jobs, Granger? Are they not stretching you enough, not using this filthy little cunt thoroughly?" 

"N-n-no, Master." Hermione screamed as Draco began to pick up his pace. Horror took over as Hermione found her body moving with each thrust, the very top of her head feeling nothing but air as the cold concrete began to slip away. "Please, Master. Please don't-"

"I didn't think so. Maybe you need some real wizards, Granger. Maybe we'll keep you, and use you properly. Do you like the sound of that?" The thrusts were getting faster, and Hermione could feel her head making it's way further out of the window. Two hands grasped her throat as Malfoy lowered himself ever so slightly, gaining more control over Hermiones body as he fucked her over the edge of the owlery window. 

"Yes, Master." She told him honestly, hating herself even as she did. This was the most terrified she had ever been during sex, and yet she could still feel her arousal growing in the pit of her stomach. 

"You'd be ours, mudblood. To fuck whenever we want, however we want. Not just for an hour once a week, but for as long as we wanted. Fuck, you're dripping at the thought. You're fucking soaking me, even when you're scared. You want to be ours, don't you? To be the sex toy of the three death eaters, at our beck and call."

Hermione sobbed as she felt the rest of her head go over the edge, nothing but air above her shoulders to support her. Her head dropped slightly, and pure terror gripped her as Draco continued to fuck her with abandon, not giving a damn how terrified she was. The hands grasping her throat squeezed slightly as he moved, making the edges of Hermiones vision blur as rain and tears filled her eyes. 

The storm had picked back up, and Hermione was soaked through. Malfoy had stopped talking, lost in the pleasure he was finding in Hermiones body as her mind lost itself to fear. Even frightened for her life, she found an orgasm building in her as Malfoy pressed against her sensitive spot, arousal flowing between her legs. She did all she could to fight it, remembering Malfoys earlier words. He had said this was only for him, and she didn't want to be punished further. 

"Fuck, Granger-" Draco panted as his climax built. "Fuck, I'm going to fill you-" thrust "-and you'll take it all-" thrust "-you'll be ours, Granger-" She bit her tongue as Draco pushed all the way inside of her one final time, releasing his seed with a loud groan.

As soon as he had finished, Malfoy dragged Hermione back onto solid ground, causing her to cry out with relief. That has easily been the most intense and terrifying experience of her life. Knowing that there was nothing to support her head, and nothing but Draco Malfoy to stop her from falling to her death, had filled her with a horror she hadn't felt in years. Draco pulled out of Hermione, each of them groaning at the friction and the way his seed followed, flowing from Hermione onto the floor. 

Hermione watched in shock as Malfoy retrieved his wand as pointed it at Hermione, releasing her arms, drying her and warming her immediately. "Thanks." She mumbled shyly before standing up and finding her trousers and underwear. "Don't." Malfoys voice cut through, and she looked at him in confusion. "Don't vanish the mess. Get dressed, I want you to spend the rest of the day with my seed leaking out of you." Hermione simply nodded, her cheeks reddening. 

Malfoy made his way back to the picnic blanket and lay down. "The storm isn't clearing up any time soon, Granger." He told her as she stared at him in shock. "Come and rest for a bit." He sounded almost...nervous, she decided. Hermione stayed silent as she awkwardly made her way over to Malfoy and lay on the blanket beside him. After a few minutes Malfoy huffed and spoke again. "I'm not going to bite, Granger. Move close. You're freezing." 

Thoroughly confused, but not wanting to deny herself warmth, Hermione shuffled closer to Malfoy. She stayed silent as he wrapped an arm around her in an uncomfortable manner, as though he had never held a woman before in his life. Not that she could judge him, Hermione couldn't remember the last time a man had touched her in a non-sexual way. The very thought made her chest tight.

Malfoy smelled incredible, like warm amber and deep tobacco. The smell, mixed with the scent of rain and concrete, was oddly comforting. Paired with the warmth of his arm and his body pressed closely to hers, Hermione found she felt oddly...safe. Hermione stayed as still as possible as they lay together, waiting for the storm to pass. The adrenaline began to wear off, her core aching from the lack of release and her head spinning from the fear of the situation.

Eventually, Hermiones eyes grew heavy. She tried to fight it, but the rain never seemed to be ending. She eventually gave up, succumbing to the exhaustion of the day and allowing herself to fall asleep in Draco Malfoys arms. 

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My Dearest Parks,

Don't burn this letter, not yet. You wouldn't believe what I had to bribe Potter with to get it to you. 

Give me a chance to explain some things, and burn it after. Curse my name, erase me from your memories. I deserve it all.

I deserve worse, if you can believe it. 

I'm sorry for assisting in the murdering of your family, Pans. I'm not sorry that they are dead, but I'm sorry that you are now an orphan.

I'm sorry for my hand in that, and Blaise and Theos. 

But that's not the worst thing I did to you, was it? I broke your heart, more than once. I was your best friend, the boy you would have been betrothed to, had things aligned correctly.

I would have been your husband, the father of your children. I know you grew up having your mother whisper all of that in your ear, and I used that to my advantage. I knew your feelings for me and I used them to get what I wanted. Then I turned around and told you that I wanted nothing more from you than friendship, and I watched as I broke your heart for the first time. 

A little further down the line, and you overheard me telling a group of death eaters what a lousy fuck you were, how you were run through and used. You were behind the tapestry in your own family home, listening as I ran your name through the mud. Each word that came from my mouth broke your heart even further, I felt it. Not because you still harboured feelings for me, but because I was your closest friend and the way I spoke was so truly despicable. And so, I broke your heart a second time. 

I should have told them a different story, Pans. I should have made up some other bullshit to get those disgusting cunts off your tail, but I couldn't think. Your scumbag brother and father had been bragging about the amount of death eater bastards that wanted to 'borrow' you and I saw red. 

Theo had to drag me from the room and give me two calming draughts before I could even return, for fear that I would murder your brother. I still did, but with a few less witnesses. And I don't regret it, Pansy. I hate that I hurt you, but in doing so I kept you safe. I have my regrets, but having you alive is not one of them, even if I know you will never speak to me again. 

We've been in exile for a year now, and it's gotten easier. The aurors aren't as thorough, and we've managed to build a slight rapport with Potter and Weasley, which is always beneficial. But we miss you, all of us. If you ever decide you want to visit and we can talk things through properly, write to Potter. I'll put his address on the bottom of this. 

I'll include the things I'd like to say to you in person on here, just in case you'd rather not visit.

It's not safe for you, Pansy. We heard whispers before the Dark Lord was defeated, and those whispers are turning to screams we can hear even on the island. The dark are still in charge, pulling strings from the shadows. It's going to get more and more dangerous for women. You need to find a nice husband you can fully trust, or your own job that you can't lose. Nothing controlled by the Ministry of Magic is safe. 

I know some men who are opening up a fully independent strip club, a place to help women gain employment out of the watchful eye of the death eaters. Before long, Pans, it'll be that or an unwilling employment in a death eater brothel. Please, get yourself a safe income before it's too late. And don't go anywhere without a chaperone, women are going missing already, and I can't protect you as well as I would like to from here. 

There's a pouch attached to this letter. Inside is a portkey to safety. Only use it in the direst of circumstances, when there is no other option. 

Keep it with you and keep yourself safe, even if only out of spite for my existence.

All my love,

Draco 

Hermione read the letter for the tenth time, more of her guilt for raiding through Pansys personal belongings fading with each run through.

She had woken up in the owlery, Dracos head between her legs as he rewarded her for obeying him earlier that evening. It had been one of the most gentle sexual experiences Hermione had encountered in years, and had left her feeling confused. After, the pair had returned to the manor and eaten some food before Hermione had retired to her room, double checking that the room was fully warded before pulling out the letter she had found in Pansys items the day before, finally having the courage to read it. 

She sighed and pulled out her mobile, scrolling through to Pansys number and pressing the call button. 

After a few rings, Pansy finally answered the phone, sounding slightly breathless. "Granger, is everything okay? We've been doing our check-ins in the morning-"

"Yes, Pans." She told her calmly. 

"Oh! Great, can I ring you back then? It's just, Nev and I-"

"Actually, no, sorry. I was wondering if you could tell me some things, Pansy." 

"Of course, right now? About what?" The witch didn't sound nervous in the slightest, something that relieved Hermione to no end. 

"You knew the marble would have taken me to the Slytherins didn't you?" Hermione asked. 

"I assumed as such. If he thought I was in danger, Draco wouldn't risk me going somewhere random. He's good like that." 

"Why didn't you tell me that?" Hermione implored. 

"You wouldn't have used it, Hermione. Had you known the portkey would take you to the house of your childhood bully, you would never have touched it. And now you'd be dead. So, you're welcome." That...made a lot of sense. 

"I'm guessing you used that same logic when hiding from me the fact that they also own Imperiused, yes?" Pansy sighed down the phone, and Hermione could practically feel her eye roll. 

"Yes, Hermione. You caught me. It was all my evil intention, to befriend the golden girl and have her under the thumb of the nasty death eaters."

"There's no need for such sarcasm, Pans-"

"You wouldn't have taken the job, just like you wouldn't have used the portkey! You would have shoved that adorable little button nose up in the air, and it would have been your downfall. Plus, by Draco refusing to name himself as the owner, I assumed he wanted the knowledge kept as private as possible. Really, it's not a big deal."

"If it's not a big deal, why did you never mention them to me?" Another sigh filled the line. 

"I was on orgasm number three, Hermione. And you've completely ruined the vibe." It was Hermiones turn to roll her eyes, a smirk playing at her lips at Pansys petulance as she heard Pansy storming around Longbottom manor, perhaps to a more comfortable area. "I was embarrassed, Hermione." Pansy admitted quietly after minutes of silence. 

"By what Draco said about you?" It wasn't nice, Hermione agreed. 

"Yes and no. It was clear why he did what he did, and I'm grateful for it. But it took me years to realise it, and I was embarrassed by my reaction. I screamed at him, cried, threw glasses at his head. He had hurt me many times, constantly standing on my heart as though it were invisible. I loved him, believed he would be my husband. And he fucked me, told me he had no romantic interest in me, and then told a room full of death eaters that I was a washed up whore who couldn't suck a cock if her life depended on it." Hermione flinched. "I'm pretty sure I actually set his robes on fire. Blaise and Theo had to calm me down, told me I was embarrassing myself. I cut them all off then and there. A few weeks later, they then murdered my whole family. Yet I was still more upset about their actions."

"That's understandable, your family sound like they were awful people."

"Oh, you don't know the half of it, Hermione." Pansys voice wobbled slightly down the phone. "They...they were very abusive. Physically, emotionally and...sexually." Hermiones gut twisted. "The death of my father and brother was the best day of my life. When...when Draco spoke about me in that way, I knew word would spread and I'd be left with only sick and twisted suitors looking for my hand in marriage. I was devastated that I would end up tied down to a younger version of my father, destined to repeat my own disgusting history. That is why I screamed at Draco, embarrassed myself so much. I truly believed he had just ended my life as I knew it, and I despised him for it. It took years for me to finally understand everything, to move past my own stubborn ways and understand that other than his cruelty in fifth year, he had always just been a good friend looking out for me." Hermione wiped away a tear as Pansy finished her story. 

"I'm sorry, Pans." She told her genuinely. 

"They're good people, Granger. A bit fucked up, I'm sure. They didn't have the best etiquette ten years ago, so I dread to think how it is now. But you're safe there, and you must know it or you would have ended up here with me and Neville by now. And I mean, you're welcome here, but we've fucked on a lot of the surfaces-"

"Jesus, Pans, let me process what I just heard-"

"-honestly, the stamina this man has. It's never ending. I'm sleeping like a baby each night!"

"I'm happy for you, Pans." Hermione told her genuinely. "Neville is an amazing person, and he will treat you well." 

"He will. Those boys are amazing too, in their own fucked up way." 

"Malfoy has been...kind. It's rather unsettling." Hermione admitted. 

"Are you going to tell them you know about the club?" Pansy asked. 

"No, I don't think so. They're hiding something bigger than just owning the business, and they've got me helping with some paperwork and such. I think I'll just act normal for the time being, while I put things together."

"Good idea. If you ambush them, they'll shut you out and then you won't learn anything else." Hermione had assumed as much. "I have one more question." She stated gingerly. 

"Go on then."

"You've known where I was for the last week but didn't ask about it, why?"

"Eh, I'm still a Slytherin, Hermione. As long as I know you're safe, I let you tell me things when you feel ready. It took you like six months to tell me that you and Andrew had added a third to your Thursday night fun, despite me literally being in work and seeing you all go in the room together." Hermione laughed at that, a blush rising to her cheeks still. 

The girls spoke for a bit longer, making plans for a potential visit in the future. Eventually Neville called Pansy in the background and she hung up hastily, promising to not hide any more information from Hermione. 

Hermione checked the time and grimaced, seeing that it was nearly midnight. She still had a good chunk of her book left to finish, and she wanted to go through the paperwork from Blaise once more. Her head reeling, she decided to simply have a shower and go to bed, it wasn't like she had anything better to do the next day.

Down in the office, Draco raised his brow as Theo and Blaise emerged from the pensive, looks of shock and arousal on their faces. 

"Fair play, mate." Theo said as he sat in his chair, looking far too satisfied to have just been an observer. "That took fear play to a whole new level, I can't believe she didn't use her safe word." 

"I can't believe she agreed to what you were saying. Do you think she's aware of what she has signed up to?" Blaise asked with a raise of his brow. Draco simply smirked at the pair in response, a million dark thoughts whizzing through his mind. 

"I think so, but I say we find out first thing in the morning."

"What, straight in at the deep end? Do you not think we should ease her in a bit more first?" Theo asked.

"Mate, Draco choked her with her head hanging out of a top floor window during a fucking thunderstorm. Can't ease in much more than that." 

"Very true." Theo responded with a laugh as he summoned three glasses and a bottle of their finest firewhisky. "I want to go back in time and kiss past Draco for getting that portkey to Parks. That hour on a Thursday was nowhere near enough." Draco hummed in agreement before downing his first glass. 

"Shut up." Blaise hissed. "She's sneaking around looking for god knows what, I already warned you about that. If she finds out, she'll apparate straight off this island, and I doubt she'll come back." 

Draco silenced the room just as a precaution before turning to the men he saw as brothers. "Do you think we should tell her?" He asked. "She's into some fucked up shit, she might like it. But if she finds out that we kept hiding it from her even once we started this arrangement, she might not forgive us." Silence filled the room as his friends considered Dracos words. 

"Me, personally, I'm not willing to take the risk." Theo spoke first. "This office holds the proof of everything, and it's locked and warded at all times. If she disappears, we won't get another chance. And now that a cunt has been bought into the mix, I'm sure both of you can agree that we'd all rather fuck that than each other." Draco couldn't argue with that, either. It was selfish, but they were selfish men. This opportunity had come to them, and they had to take it. They had to take her. 

"What about the other thing?" Blaise asked quietly, his face pensive. 

"No way. We work alone." Draco snapped. He wasn't getting Granger mixed up in any more danger. He may have only wanted her for her cunt, but that didn't mean he was willing to put her life, or the lives of any other witches, at stake. 

"But if she finds out-" Blaise started again, clearly conflicted.

"Were you not the one telling us to shut up all of five fucking minutes ago? Take your own advice. She won't find anything out. She'll stay here with us, we'll all be one happy gang bang, and when we're released we can get her to safety and go on our merry way. There's no need to complicate it all." Though Draco spoke firmly, he could barely bring himself to believe his own words, unease settling into his gut. If she knew the extent of their secrets, would she ever come near them again? 

Though Draco, Blaise and Theo sought sexual gratification from each other, they hadn't laid a finger on a witch other than Hermione Granger in over three years. Since the minute Draco had walked into the club for a meeting with Avery and locked eyes on the wild haired witch for the first time in seven years, all thoughts of other women had gone out of the window.

Was he really willing to risk losing her entirely, when he finally had her right where he wanted? 

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A hand over Hermiones mouth startled her awake, a rough voice hushing in her ear warning her to stay quiet. Theo was straddled over Hermione, his hazel eyes narrowed. 

"The aurors are here, Granger. If I take my hand off your mouth, will you be quiet like a good girl?" Hermione nodded frantically, her eyes wide with fear as she processed his words. His lips were right next to Hermiones, his warm breath dancing over her exposed skin. Theo moved his hips, pressing his firm length into her core, causing her to let out a tiny whimper of need. She had spent the night dreaming of the private room in the strip club, and had woken up wet and needy. Theo being there felt like a relief. 

"Oh no, Granger. You're feeling needy aren't you?" He breathed, his voice on her neck turning her on so much more. "I opened the door, let them assess me as usual and headed off. Draco and Blaise can handle them while I handle you. Does that sound like a good idea, little witch?" Hermione nodded frantically, not quite trusting her voice. She loved having to stay quiet, and she was good at it. 

"You know what to do, don't you? It's easy, really." Theo explained, his hand grasping Hermiones breast and squeezing her nipple through her pyjamas. "You're going to take everything I give you, and you're not going to make a noise. They sent the full team today, Granger. The whole manor is crawling with them, and they will be here for hours." Hermione writhed in silent pleasure as Theo explained the rules to her. 

Perfectly timed, a set of heavy footsteps stormed down the hallway outside her room. 

"This isn't a case of embarrassment now, Granger. If you get caught, we're all at risk. We'll be sent to Azkaban, and you'll be either arrested yourself or sent back out into the world with a target on your back. It's life and death. Do you think you can handle that?" He squeezed harder as he flexed his hips once more, causing the most delicious ache to bloom in Hermiones core. 

"Yes, sir." Hermione breathed, her voice barely audible. Theo pulled back, an elated grin on his face as he pushed himself off the bed entirely. 

"Where have you been all my life, little slut?" He whispered as he began to remove his clothes. Hermiones eyes caught on the dark mark on his left arm before roving over the rest of his body. "Strip for me, quickly." Hermione obliged, pulling off her pyjama top and trousers in record time as Theo grasped himself. 

"Draco told me all about your time in the owlery yesterday, Granger." Theo told her as his hand moved along his length, agonisingly slowly. "Told me all about how he scared you, and fucked you through the terror. Did you like it?" Hermione nodded again, remembering the fear and pleasure that had fought for dominance in her body as Draco fucked her brutally into the elements. 

"He told us something else, too. He told us that you agreed to be ours, slut. Ours to fuck as and when we please. Is that true?" Hermione nodded again, aching for Theo come back onto the bed and touch her. She didn't dare move, knowing far too well that touching herself without permission would lead to punishments. Three years of being submissive had taught her a lot, and she liked to think she played her part well. 

"You want to be our little comeslut, at our beck and call?" She nodded again, positively aching with need. Theo grinned, a terrifying thing, before waving his wand at Hermione. Suddenly her wrists and ankles were retrained to each corner of the bed, thick black ropes allowing her barely any movement at all.

"Where the hell has Theodore gone?" A gruff voice called down the corridor. Hermiones eyes went wide in terror as Theos grin grew, the wizard already shrugging his clothes back on. She almost cried as she watched him tuck his hard cock back into his underwear. 

"That's my queue, sorry Granger." He laughed before clicking his fingers and vanishing into a cloud of smoke. Hermione watched the cloud with wide eyes, hoping this was a joke. 

Silence, she could do. Being tied up and left? oh no. She couldn't even call, for risk of the aurors finding her. Oh, fuck. She was so turned on it hurt already, and she knew damn well Theo wouldn't be back for hours. She was just grateful she didn't need the loo, though she wished he had let her brush her teeth. 

"I'm sure there was a door there last time." A loud voice spoke as more thundering footsteps passed her doorway, long after Theo had left. Hermione was uncomfortable, her arms and legs ached from the position and the cold breeze of the room had her shivering ever so slightly, seeing as she was completely exposed. 

"No, sir. I can find you a map of the place, if you would like." Blaise responded helpfully, not sounding put out in the slightest by the aurors invading their home. 

"Hm. Yes, go on and grab one for me." The man snapped. Hermione listened as Blaise agreed, informing the men he would be back as soon as he could. 

Moments later, Blaise appeared in his own black cloud at the side of Hermiones bed. 

"How are you apparating?" Blurted out of Hermiones mouth before she could think. Blaise snapped his eyes off of Hermiones body and onto her face, glaring. 

"Keep your fucking voice down, mudblood." He hissed. Hermione cursed herself, panicking at the animalistic look that took over Blaises face. "Theo got you all worked up, didn't he?" Hermione nodded, not wanting to use her voice again. "Do you need my help, Granger?" He asked softly, almost looking genuine. Hermione nodded again, desperate for some relief. 

"Have you seen of of these before, Granger?" Blaise asked as he pulled something out of his pocket. Her eyes widened as she took in the pink sex toy, one that she had experienced before. 

"N-No, please Blaise-" She begged, keeping her voice as quiet as she possibly could as she pleaded. 

"I was going to take it easy on you, little whore. I was going to touch you, work you up a bit more. I was going to wait before involving the toy, but you just can't seem to learn your place, can you?" He asked, leaning down and gripping Hermiones hair while he spoke into her ear. The strength of the grab caused her to moan, sparks shooting through her body. "Maybe this will help you. I don't have long, it's a very busy day here today." He explained, as though they were in a casual meeting. 

Blaise thrust the egg into Hermione, not bothering to prepare her first. After what felt like hours writhing on the bed, she was sure she was visibly soaked. She bit her lip so hard it bled in order to hold back the moan, and Blaise gave her an approving glance. 

"Keep biting that fucking tongue, mudblood. I don't want to hear a sound from this room, or you will be punished. Do you understand?" Hermione nodded once more as Blaise pressed a button, the egg coming to life inside of her. The stimulation caused her to buck her hips in shock, the pleasurable vibrations wracking through her entire body. Copper filled her mouth as she clamped down, refusing to get into trouble. The pleasure built and built until finally Hermione felt herself reach-

The buzzing stopped, and Blaise vanished along with it as Hermione let out a silent sob of frustration. 

If she thought earliers waiting had been cruel, now it was downright torture. Hermione lay on the bed with tears of exasperation falling down her face as the egg sporadically came to life, building up the most incredible orgasm only for it to cut off before Hermione finished each time. To top it off, she now needed the toilet, and she was both thirsty and hungry. Sets of voices and footsteps came and went throughout the hours that Hermione lay there, her heart thundering each time.

At one point, it felt as though someone was attempting to find her room magically just as Blaise turned the egg onto the highest setting she had experienced yet. It had taken everything in her not to scream in pleasure as the aurors outside her room interrogated the Slytherins, who were all adamantly denying that there had ever been a room there. 

"Two fucking vials of veritaserum in the potions lab, Malfoy!" Was that Ron? He was talking quietly, as though not wanting to be overheard. "What's the point of warning you if you don't clear your shit out! Luckily Harry-" The voices faded as another wave of pleasure crashed into Hermione, her exhausted body crying out in the pain and pleasure of it all. She couldn't feel her hands any more. 

Eventually, Hermione must have started to doze in between sessions with the egg. The constant repeat of the build up followed by the crash of disappointment had worn her out.

A sharp slap across the face caused her to jump, immediately wincing in pain as the restraints rubbed her raw wrists. 

"Wakey wakey, little whore." Draco leered from above her. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?" He asked, using the same hand he had just slapped her with to gently rub her cheek. Hermione nodded sleepily. He brushed his thumb against her lip before pushing it into her mouth. She sucked it eagerly, recognising the move that Andrew did to her so often.

"I have one more job for you, do you think you can do it?" Hermione nodded once more, delirious from the days activities. "That's my girl." Draco breathed before climbing onto the bed, straddling Hermiones shoulders. His trouser clad dick was mere millimetres from her mouth. Hermione eyed him with confusion. Was he going to get it out? Her arms were tied.

"Show me how much you want me to make you feel good, mudblood. Earn your freedom. Do a good job, and I'll make you feel so fucking good." She shivered in delight at the promise, just as the vibrator same to life once more, eliciting a whimper. 

"Oh, poor little cunt. Blaise has been torturing you, hasn't he?" He asked quietly, and Hermione nodded once more. She didn't trust her voice, and Malfoy seemed to be enjoying her silence. "It'll all be worth it, I swear to you. Just do a good job, earn your reward." Hermione frowned, completely baffled, just as Draco moved his crotch closer. Hermione, having no other ideas, rubbed her face against the fabric. It felt ridiculous, but she couldn't think of what else to do.

She felt his dick twitch against her cheek as she nuzzled him, and she took that as a sign she was doing the right thing. Feeling brave, she stuck her tongue out and licked against his trousers, feeling satisfied with the way Malfoy bucked his hips in response. Hermione tried to reach his zip with her tongue, but had no luck. Giving up on the idea of releasing his dick, she continued to lick and kiss at his crotch as Malfoy whispered quiet phrases of encouragement from far above her. 

"Fucking hell, Granger- that's it- lick it again, merlin-you're soaking through my trousers-mine-mine-fucking mine-oh you good little slut- we're going to fuck you so good once these fucking aurors leave- your screams are going to fill the manor, do you understand?" Hermione was barely listening as Blaise had turned the vibrator on once more, she moaned into Malfoys crotch, unable to stop herself. Luckily the fabric muffled the noise and Malfoy seemed to enjoy the vibrations as he let out his own harsh breath at the same time. 

"Malfoy!" That fucking deep voice again. "Get back here and talk me through these plans again!" Draco let out the grumpiest "Fuck off" Hermione had ever heard before climbing off the bed and leaning down, giving Hermione a brief kiss on the lips that left her speechless. 

"Not long now, little witch." 

The vibrator started again as Draco vanished into his own cloud of smoke, leaving Hermione alone once more. 

She was no longer aware of time. It was dark outside, and the vibrations were coming further and further apart, Hermione assumed that was so she could rest. She vaguely noticed somebody helping her to drink water at one point, and another point where somebody waved a wand and she no longer needed the loo. That was a good spell, she would be asking about that later. Once more the vibrator stopped just as Hermione teetered on the edge of an orgasm, and each time it was harder to keep in her scream on frustration. The sheets were soaked beneath her, a mixture of arousal and sweat from throughout the day. 

Her thoughts were incoherent babbles as her bedroom door flung itself open, three very amused Slytherins stalking into the room. Hermione wanted to sob in relief. Were the aurors gone? Could they finally help her? 

"Merlin, Granger. Look at you." Theo spoke at normal volume, a wicked grin on his face as he licked his lips. All three of the men were eyeing Hermione like predators watching their prey, and she writhed under their stares. 

"Please." She croaked, her voice weak. 

"What do you need, little witch?" Blaise asked. 

"I need...I need you...please"

"Now, come on little whore. Use your big girl words. What do you need?" Draco scolded as they stood at the end of the bed, motionless. 

"I need you to fuck me." She begged, too tired to even care about the humiliation of it all. She just needed release, she didn't care how she had to get it at this point.

"Who, mudblood?" Theo asked innocently. "Just one of us?" 

"N-no, Sir. All of you. Please." Blaise turned the vibrator on once more, Hermiones desperate sobs giving way to moans as the thrashed. 

"Enough, Blaise. And Theo, get rid of the ropes." Both men listened, the vibrator ceasing at the exact same time that the ropes and toy vanished. Hermione winced as her legs and arms snapped back into normal position, her muscles and skin aching. 

"Granger." Theo called, his voice sharp. "Do you think you can take us now?" Hermione nodded. "Use your words, Granger. We need your consent for this. You can't exactly use a safe word with a cock down your throat, do you understand?" 

"Yes, sir." She told him easily, impatience seeping through her. 

"That being said, if it get's too much, send red sparks out of your fingers, okay?" Draco told her.

"Yes, Master." She told him, making all three men groan as they stripped themselves off. 

"We're all Master today, mudblood." Draco told her as they stalked closer to the bed. Draco moved up Hermiones body whilst Theo and Blaise crowded her on either side, making her breathless. All exhaustion went out the window as Malfoy grasped her face and began a punishing kiss, immediately thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Just as she got used to the desperate kiss, Blaise grabbed Hermiones face from her right side and took over, his kiss slightly softer but no less demanding as he moaned into her mouth. A sound to Hermiones left caused her to open her eyes, the sight of Theo and Malfoy kissing pulling a wanton moan from her mouth as Malfoy pressed against her. 

They were a tangle of limbs and mouths and sweaty body parts as each of the boys built themselves up, each one taking turns kissing Hermione whilst the others took care of each other. It was the most incredible thing Hermione had ever experienced, and she was furious that they hadn't gotten straight to this back in the dungeon. Suddenly Theo grasped Hermione around her waist and pulled her so that she was straddling him as he kissed her deeply, not giving her a moment to process before thrusting himself into her, every person in the room moaning from either the sensation or the sight of Theos cock piercing it's way into Hermione. 

"Fuck, You two need to hurry, I can feel her clenching." Theo explained through gritted teeth before pulling her back down once more. Hermione felt someone grasp her arse and mutter something before wetness pooled between her cheeks. Another moan slipped from her as a large finger entered her second passage, stretching her deliciously as Theo held her still. As Blaise began to work her open, Malfoy moved to the side of Hermione and Theos heads. 

"Ready to finish off earliers job, little slut?" 

"Yes, Master." Hermione moaned, eagerly reaching for Malfoys cock. She had enjoyed what they had done earlier, but she wanted the full experience.

"Keep your hands on Theo, understand? Just use your mouth, like earlier." Hermione nodded in understanding and leaned forward with her tongue out, catching the top of Malfoys dripping cock and licking the precum eagerly, shivering in delight as the salty taste exploded on her tongue. Draco moved forward as Blaise added an extra finger, Hermione opening her mouth in shock just as Malfoy pressed the tip into her mouth. Hermione latched onto it, sucking the tip as Malfoy began to move the slightest amount, still allowing Hermione to have control over how much entered her mouth. A sharp pinch of her nipple alerted her once more to Theos presence. The wizard under her had both of her breasts in his palms as he licked and sucked across her neck and chest. 

It was all too much, but still somehow not enough. She needed more from each of them, needed the pain to merge with the pleasure in the way only these men seemed capable of. Everything she had experienced over three years with Andrew had been cancelled out in a mere week, and she couldn't contain her excitement for all three men to fuck her at once. Hermione bucked her hips slightly as Blaise spanked her arse hard, sending her forward and further down onto Malfoys cock, causing her to gag slightly as Malfoy let out a guttural groan. 

"Relax now, little cunt. It's going to sting, and then it will feel so good." Blaise warned from behind her as he pulled his fingers out of her, immediately replacing his digits with his thick cock. Completely in sync, Malfoy filled the rest of Hermiones throat and mouth as Blaise entered her in one brutal thrust. Hermione screamed around Malfoys dick as all three men let out the most delicious moans of pleasure. 

"That's it, Granger. Fucking hell, look at you" Malfoy praised as he began to move slightly faster, taking away the control from Hermione. She didn't know what to do, what to focus on. Each cock inside her felt so exquisite it was overwhelming. Theo and Blaise began to move in tandem, one thrusting inside as the other pulled out, the friction causing her whole body to shake as an almost painful orgasm began to build. She moaned and gagged and screamed as tears poured from her eyes, each of the Slytherins fucking each of her holes with abandon. 

"I'm not going to last." Theo warned the others as he picked up his pace. "Granger, we're all filling a hole each with our seed. Do you understand?" She did all she could to nod, though she wasn't sure she did a good job. 

"Such a good girl. When I say when, you're going to come for us, all over my cock." One of his hands trailed lower, landing on Hermiones clit and forcing her to jump violently from the sensitivity. Blaise gripped her firmly, refusing to allow her to move as Theo began to rub his thumb against her, shocks of electric flowing through her entire body as she screamed like she never had before.

"Come for us, mudblood." That's all it took. A tsunami wave of pleasure, stronger than anything she had ever felt in her life, crashed through her in waves as each of the men swore loudly. She felt Theo tighten inside her first, followed by Blaise and then Draco. Come fell from her mouth as she sobbed and babbled, her vision blurry from the intensity of the orgasm. 

Hermione flopped forward, all strength leaving her body as the final throbs of the orgasm began to fade. She was a shaking mess in the middle of the bed, covered in the seed of three separate men, and she had never felt so satisfied in her life. 

She vaguely heard the men talking as a warm cloth started being rubbed against Hermiones body. Malfoy pulled her onto him, whispering words of praise as he wrapped Hermione in his arms. "That's it, rest now." He told her, sounding so soft and gentle Hermione could barely believe it was him. 

Not long later, Hermione was gently woken, still in Malfoys arms. He sat up and rested against the headboard, bringing Hermione with him in between his legs. "Sit up and eat, Granger." Blaise told her, showing her the plate of fruits, cheese and crackers he had made. The four of them picked and the food, but the men mostly just fed Hermione. She wasn't sure what alternate universe she had woken up in, but she wanted to stay there forever. A deep set of chuckles told Hermione that she had said that out loud, causing her cheeks to blossom with pink. 

"You can stay here, little witch." Draco murmured into her ear later that night as she dosed off. "Stay with us, and we can look after you. You'll be ours." 

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"They're scared, Mr. Malfoy." Avery explained with a shrug of his shoulder, as if it were the most simple thing in the world. In the past month, five of his staff had vanished including Granger and Pansy. The other girls, rightfully, were becoming more and more apprehensive in regards to coming to work. Draco rubbed a hand down his face, hating how fast the man he was polyjuicing as grew facial hair. It always irritated him by the end of his Thursday meetings, the stubble that appeared out of nowhere. No charms touched it. 

Draco eyed Avery coolly, looking for any nervous tells. He trusted Avery, more than any of his other managers. He had trusted him enough to run the two biggest businesses he owned, the strip club and the block of flats that women lived in. Avery looked as cool as always, his impressive shock of grey hair not even slightly out of place even at ten in the evening, his black suit impeccably tailored. He was old, older even than Dracos father, and he knew his shit. He was in business with many people throughout the country, and always kept himself neutral. Perhaps not a wonderful personality trait, but a good business head nonetheless. He had helped Draco build the club from the ground up, and Draco just couldn't find it in himself to believe this man was the one stealing money. He believed it to be Morded, the man who ran a few of his and Blaises seedy pubs in Liverpool and Manchester, but Granger said there were no concerns about their finances, the pubs just made shit money. 

"What do you recommend we do? We now have security monitoring the walk to the apparation point at all minutes of the day since-"

"-Since that little hole you were interested in vanished, yes. Have you replaced her yet?" The man asked in a tone Draco found he did not appreciate. 

"A few other things on my mind, Holden." Draco responded coldly, gritting his teeth to stop himself from hexing the man. He had spent all day in meetings wearing another mans skin and being kept away from that little hole he liked to be inside so much. 

It had been just over a month since Grangers arrival on the island, and what a month it had been. On that day of the aurors visit, a dam had broken. Since then the four of them had been at it like gnomes. The only time Draco had slept in his own bed was during Grangers period. ("Period sex is a hard Arithmancy for me." She had informed the three of them before kicking them out of her room like neglected puppies. "Leave me to die in peace."). Other than that, they fucked constantly. The minute Draco felt even slightly turned on, he went and found Granger. It was ridiculous how often he found her already in the arms of one of the other snakes, though Draco found he was never jealous. 

They fucked the days and nights away, and focussed on far less important things such as their businesses and other arrangements in between. Hermione was usually buried in a book somewhere, or down in the lab. She had mentioned once how she missed brewing her own pain potion, and Draco had bought her down to his lab immediately. He had given her a few minutes to gawp at the extensive collection of equipment before he bent her over one of the many tables. Since then, he found her in there often, messing around with different ideas. 

"Yes, of course." The older man bowed his head in submission. "I think that perhaps a floo in the establishment may help. The girls can get themselves straight home without leaving the building-"

"It won't work, Holden. It puts them at risk of creeps finding their addresses." He just didn't know. Something was going on, and it was itching Draco under his skin, keeping him up at night. It felt as though he were missing something big, with the limited information he had access to always keeping him ten steps behind. "Has Marley been found yet, by the way?" His absence at the block of flats the day Granger turned up on the island had been a cause for concern. The old git never missed a day of work in his life, and Draco paid him well enough for him to never want to. Draco assumed that whoever had attacked Granger had disposed of him, but the lack of body turning up made him wonder. 

"No, sir. Nothing on him anywhere. He just vanished without a trace." Draco sighed again, truly at a loss.

"Hire more security, get them to start escorting each member of staff home. Pay the girls extra, too. I want this sorted, and I want my staff safe." Draco snapped before leaving the room unceremoniously. As selfish as Draco was, he was always willing to spend the extra money to keep his staff safe. 

Theo exhaled the cigarette smoke, enjoying the burning of his throat as he admired the night sky from his seat in the garden. It was nearly December, and the wind was Baltic, but the sky was clear of clouds and the lack of light pollution made many of the stars available. He was clearing through his thoughts, going over the information he had learned throughout the day. Witches were disappearing at a faster rate than ever, only they had stopped turning up in brothels or worse, dead in ditches. They were simply vanishing, and in it's own twisted way that worried Theo more. 

Alongside that, an unknown force seemed to be fighting back. They had watched over the years as the death eaters who had fled the country had turned up, tortured and mangled. Though news of the occasional body still reached their ears, it seemed to be happening in Britain now more than ever. Potter and Weasley both adamantly stated they hadn't heard of any rebel groups, but Theo wondered. Whoever was tracking and killing these death eaters, they were skilled. They left no trace, no clues. Just a bodies, tortured so badly they were barely recognisable. 

Part of Theo genuinely wondered if one day the killer would come for him and his brothers, and the other part of him worried that they would make it through the government so fast there would be nothing left for them to do when they were finally released from exile. 

"Mind if I have a drag?" Grangers voice interrupted his inner turmoil, the witch walking up to the bench in the ridiculous coat he had stolen for her a few weeks prior. She had started joining him out there most Thursdays when Draco was out for the evening, and he had gotten sick of hearing her teeth chatter. As soon as she went to bed, he had found himself in Harrods, stealing every coat he could think of, as though the sound of her teeth colliding had offended his very soul. He had made her keep them all, but she preferred the giant black puffy thing the most, saying it was the warmest thing she had ever owned. He didn't have the heart to tell her it made her look like a burnt marshmallow. 

He handed the fag out to Granger with a smirk, loving the way she looked as she smoked. Though Theo didn't have any of the mushy feelings Draco, and he suspected Blaise, had for Granger, he could admit how attracted he was to her. They had been been intrigued by her in school, Draco downright obsessed. Theo had just appreciated her legs from a distance, keeping to himself. He enjoyed fucking her, and loved fucking with her, but their Thursday night chats were a new development he found he actually enjoyed. They didn't fuck or kiss or even touch. They just passed cigarettes between them in silence for a while until one of them asked the other a question. It was usually her asking him, the nosey thing that she was. But he had asked her how life without her Thursday night fuck was the week before. 

She had levelled Theo with a questioning glare before shrugging and continuing to smoke, leaving him baffled. 

"You don't like physical contact that isn't sexual or painful do you?" Hermione asked quietly, causing Theo to choke on the smoke in his mouth. 

"Going for the kill tonight, Granger?" he asked in shock. 

"Sorry, it's just..." She trailed of and Theo turned his head, watching as she bit down on her full lip, nerves evident.

"Just what? Spit it out, Granger." 

"You're always the first to leave. I thought you just didn't like me in any way other than sexually, but I've been watching you with the others. They sometimes put a hand on your shoulder, and you accept it for about half a second before shrugging it off. I just...never mind, it's invasive." 

Theo sat in silence whilst he finished one cigarette and started another before eventually speaking.

"The first time I received a hug, I was ten. I had fallen off my broom and broken my nose at Dracos house. The pain didn't bother me, I was used to that. But I lost it over the blood on my clothes, knowing father would kill me if he saw the state of me. Narcissa, bless her soul, wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. I...I thought she was attacking me and I tried to push her off me, freaking out further. It was all rather humiliating, and she didn't try to hug me again."

"Oh, Theo. I'm so sorry." Hermione told him genuinely. 

"It's fine, Granger." He responded with gritted teeth, wishing she would fuck off back inside but knowing she wouldn't. 

"You don't flinch or anything, though." She continued on, not being able to help herself. Theo sighed, watching his condensed breath merge with the smoke in the night air.

"Do you think you're the only person who is buried so deep in occlumency that you're barely aware of your surroundings?" He asked, turning to her with a raised brow and fake smirk as she began to stutter indignantly. 

"I...I'm always aware of my surrounds-"

"Lie to me again, and I'll bend you over my knee and punish you for it, frostbite be damned. I know damn well that you keep just as many secrets as I do, I'm just not as intrusive as you are. Now, let me smoke in peace for the love of Morgana." He snapped, having enough of the inquisition. Granger, smart witch she was, remained silent for the rest of her cigarette before scurrying inside and leaving Theo alone. 

Hermiones head reeled as she made her way through the manor and back to her bedroom, mentally cataloguing the new information she had received. The month on the island had flown in some ways, and dragged tediously in others.  Physically, her relationship with the Slytherins had sparked abnormally fast, and she knew that. But still, even after a month of being with them and three weeks of being sexually active together, she barely received scraps of anything else from the death eaters. 

Malfoy stayed behind after sex the most, suddenly turning into a cuddler the minute he finished, something Hermione enjoyed. The physical contact was...calming. It soothed her, and she found on the occasions that she was left alone after sex now, she felt uncomfortable. Blaise always went and got her food and drinks afterwards, especially after a particularly long session. Theo...he hung around for a few minutes awkwardly before sneaking out of the room, a cool look in his eyes each time. 

Outside of the bedroom, she received even less. Her and Blaise still shared many meals, and though he spoke and made small talk, whenever Hermione began to ask questions he shut down and turned cold. Theo was in the library often, and Hermione regularly sat with him and read in peace. That either ended with sex or silence, nothing in between. 

She saw Draco the most, with him sleeping in her room most nights. Again, they often made stilted small talk but he was never forthcoming about any information that could be deemed useful. 

She knew for certain now that each of them left the manor, though at least one wizard aways remained, which prevented her snooping. Many of the rooms were magically locked, and some magical diagnostics showed that any attempt of opening doors would set an alarm off. 

She had gained access to the potions lab, which appeared to be Malfoys pride and joy. If she ever so much as left a stirrer on the wrong surface he spanked her until she couldn't sit the next day. She had to admit, it helped her to remember to tidy up after herself, if nothing else. She had spent hours rummaging through the lab, her eyes wide with wonder as she noted all of the rare, obscure and illegal ingredients and potions squirrelled away. 

"Where have you been?" Blaises voice was cold as he assessed Hermione from the side of her bed, causing her to jump a mile while entering the room. 

"Jesus, Blaise." She called out. "You scared the life out of me. I was outside with Theo, I think I ticked him off a bit-"

"Not surprising. Your Gryffindor inquisition is exhausting. Where else were you? I've been searching for over an hour." The wizards deep eyes were assessing as he rose from the bed. 

"I've been pottering around all evening." She explained as she shrugged her coat off. "I get restless sometimes, and I usually go for a wander around the manor or the gardens. I tried to read but couldn't focus on a book, had a snack, checked on my potions and then went for a walk before joining Theo." Truly, it was tedious and she was bored. 

Blaise scrutinized her for a few more minutes before eventually nodding. "You're bored, little mudblood?" Hermione nodded, biting her lip as he stalked towards her, heat coming alive in his eyes. 

"We'll have to do something about that, won't we?" Blaise asked softly as he made his way closer to Hermione, his breath caressing her cheek as he placed a hand on her shoulder and applied pressure, pushing her down to her knees. 

An hour later, Blaise closed Grangers door behind him, leaving a thoroughly stated sleeping witch in her bed snoring softly. He made his way to the office, his dragonhide boots clicking on the marble floor as he walked. 

As expected, Theo and Draco were sat in their chairs in the office, deep in thought as they waited for Blaise. 

"She's asleep?" Draco asked. Blaise nodded the affirmative, watching his brothers as he remained in the doorway. 

"How were all the meetings?" Blaise asked, noticing Dracos immediate scowl. 

"Fucking awful. Half of them are acting shifty because of the new surge in women disappearing. Hard to tell if they're shifty because they're scared of us finding out they're stealing our money, or if they're innocent and just scared of being kidnapped from their beds. I've hired more security for the club to escort girls home from their shifts. I don't want to have to close the business and leave more people financially vulnerable."

"Understandable, mate." Theo muttered from next to him. Theo looked deep in miserable thought, no signs of his usual smirk or cheeky thoughts on display. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you two?" Draco snapped. Theo muttered something about witches asking too many questions and Blaise simply took a breath, preparing for the eruption that was about to take place. 

"She's leaving the island." 

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It was the stealthiest game of cat and mouse Draco had ever participated in, the only problem was that he no longer knew if he was predator or prey. He narrowed his eyes at the small laptop screen in front of him, watching as Granger reappeared in her bedroom and hastily stashed something inside that wretched bag she loved so much before shucking off her coat, putting it in the wardrobe along with her shoes and heading to the bathroom. 

It had been five days since Blaise had raised his suspicions, and the trio had immediately placed hidden cameras within Grangers bedroom and other parts of the manor. Since then they had watched her room around the clock, monitoring as she popped in and out of existence at her own damn leisure. What are you up to, little witch? He wondered for the millionth time. If he wasn't so furious, he would be seriously impressed. Well, he was seriously impressed. Her knowledge and abilities made him hard as a rock. But still, Draco was livid that she was putting herself in harms way, leaving the island daily and doing Merlin knew what. 

When the magical and muggle world had improved their relations, the influx of muggle technology had blown each of the wizards away. Though they were all smart, it had taken Blaise and Draco a while to get used to them. Theo, however, had clicked with it all immediately. Within six months they had a magical feed of CCTV cameras in every single one of their businesses. From there, Theo had taken things to a whole new level. He didn't just learn how to make muggle technology work with magic, but how to make magic work with muggle technologies. There were entire programmes in their office that showed the magical activity within the manor, and all of their other homes, though they technically could not visit them. 

One little screen showed every ward, every spell in place, throughout the whole island. It showed the anti-apparation boundaries, the barriers that made the island unplottable. It was truly fascinating, the craftsmanship that Theo had put into it all. The programme flickered every time magic was used, even the boys own apparation that bypassed the wards. 

And yet there was not so much as a fleck of dust on the screen when Hermione Granger left the fucking island. 

"Malfoy, are you listening?" Potter snapped, at the end of his tether. 

"Honestly? No. We've been at this for hours, and I've had enough of all the doom and gloom." He admitted with an exaggerated yawn, earning the glares of everybody in the room. 

Potter, Weasley, Blaise, Theo and Draco were tucked away in one of the many rooms that Granger had unsuccessfully attempted to break into. That made Draco smirk, seeing as the witch had managed everything else. It was good to have aurors on your side, especially ones that weren't in the pocket of death eaters. Though he supposed Potter and Weasley were now in the pocket of death eaters. It all hurt his brain a bit. Good and bad and shades of grey had all melded together into the disgusting sludge that was society, and nobody knew who was who any more. 

It had taken around six months of weekly visits for Potter and Weasley to start to suss that perhaps Draco, Blaise and Theo weren't as terribly evil as they thought. As the pair watched the aurors and ministry staff around them turn to the dark, they had come to the island of all places to figure out what to do. Nine years later, and they were in so deep Draco could no longer see the light. They had traced corruption throughout The UK, Europe, Russia, Asia, The Americas and even bloody Australia. 

The trafficking rings were so large that just shutting one down would crumble multiple governments. Whilst Theo spent his days hacking the software's of major politicians worldwide to gain information, Blaise met with many members of rebel and rouge groups that were doing similar things, and Draco focussed on keeping their businesses steady in order to keep bringing in the money and power that helped fund it all. Potter and Weasley put themselves at risk on a daily basis by working undercover within the ministry, gathering any other information they could and working alongside other aurors within MCUSA, Bureau de la Justice Magique, the ICW and many other auror departments throughout the world. 

"We have a lead that links the ministers of twelve different countries to one large underground organisation, Malfoy!" Ron snapped, at the end of his tether. Lavender had recently fallen pregnant, and the state of the world was scaring him. Draco got it, even empathised slightly. "Six girls under the age of fourteen have been kidnapped in the last fucking month! The brothels are full of drugged, imperiused, abused women! They can't leave the fucking house, and it's getting scarier by the day. Lav and Gin haven't left Grimmauld in months, for fear that they won't come back! And you're sat here rolling your fucking eyes-"

"Enough, Weasley." Blaise snapped. "You know damn well how seriously we take this, but it's been a long few days-"

"And they'll keep getting longer! What, you think Hermione will keep hiding away here with how bad things are getting? Fucking hell, the worst thing she ever did was come back here! We need to get a plan together and start acting, whilst things can possibly still be reversed." Weasley had lost his stupidity over the years, Draco had to give him that. 

"I still don't see why we can't get her in on this." Theo grumbled. He had asked since day one of Grangers arrival to get her involved. With a brain like hers, he was adamant she would be a vital asset but-

"She's too hot headed, especially since the war. Going off for her education was the best thing she could have done. She has fought and lost enough, and if she loses a fight and ends up in their hands..." Harry trailed off, looking as disgusted as Draco felt. The very idea of someone putting a hand on Granger made him feel positively feral. He had seen a man attempt to put a hand up her skirt on the CCTV feed from the club one night, and had travelled to the club in a fit of rage and beaten him to a pulp. And that was when he was just casually screwing her once a week. Now that he knew the way she mumbled his name in her sleep?

He'd burn the fucking world down. 

"She's the brains, though." Blaise countered. He and Theo were solidly on one side of this whilst Potter and Weasley were on the other. Draco always sat neutral, his feelings changing each time he heard the same damn argument. 

"But she can't be trusted not to run off, not anymore. Something in her snapped that day in Malfoy Manor." Draco flinched and pulled his occlumency walls up at the reminder. "And she's never been the same since. She killed during the battle, you know. The only student to do so, and she didn't even flinch." Ron argued. 

"To be fair, mate, killing Greyback saved your wife's life. No other spell is strong enough to take down a werewolf." Draco argued, his dick coming alive at the thought of her dark side. He let his mind wander once more, imagining them fighting death eaters side by side, using any spells necessary to protect each other. 

"Who's the source, anyway?" Draco asked, not in the mood for another five hours of arguing about Grangers involvement. He scowled at the laptop, Hermione still having not reappeared from the bathroom.

"Fucking Percy." Weasley grumbled, making every wizard in the room sigh. It was going to be a long night.

There was one place where Hermione Granger finally let her occlumency shields down, and that was in the shower. She stood in the opulent bathroom with the pouring water on the highest temperature and allowed herself to feel, her wails of agony rebounding through the room as she did. Years of agony always rushed to the forefront of her mind when her walls lowered, and she forced herself to push through the pain each night. The pain of years of suffering knocked through her so brutally she doubled over, tears and snot merging with the water. 

It had been a hard day at the sanctuary, a hidden hole in the wall where the downtrodden and abused found themselves, nothing to them but their own names, and sometimes barely that. Hermione had been working there since a few months after returning to the UK after Maggie, one of the girls who often worked the private suite, asked Hermione if she could pop in there and help a young girl with a brutal water infection after hearing that Hermione had trained alongside healers in Switzerland. 

Hermione hadn't been sure what she was expecting when she had made her way to the sanctuary, but the reality had been so much worse. Women and children in all sorts of states, starved and barely clothed, covered in bruises and injuries so vicious that most magic didn't touch them. For true healing, a witch needed potions. The two magics went hand in hand, and potions cost a lot of money. The women who ran the small shack did all they could, but wands could only get a person so far. 

The little girl hadn't had a water infection. The reality had made Hermione run to the nearest toilet and empty the contents of her stomach. After treating the girl, Hermione had returned home and cried herself to sleep.

Her biggest problem was her need to solve, and knowing that these women needed her help made Hermione keep coming back. She earned enough in tips and wages that she managed to pay her side of the bills and still have enough money to buy potions, though it irritated her that she couldn't access a lab and brew her own, as they were a much better value for money. She came back multiple times a week, waiting for Pansy to be asleep before sneaking off. She knew the witch would worry, and didn't want to cause her any extra stress. She did all she could, from providing them with clothes she got her hands on, assisting with healing, donating money, helping to create portkeys to get survivors to safer countries. 

Hermione poured everything she had into the sanctuary, and every time she helped a woman and girl make it to safety, the exhaustion and trauma became that little bit more bearable. 

Of course, that all went to shit when she found herself trapped on the island with the Slytherins. She had warred with herself day and night, knowing that it was selfish to stay somewhere safe when she couldn't continue to help the women, and knowing that if she left the safety of the island, she would be at risk of joining them. 

The library had, once again, provided an answer to Hermiones prayers. She had found multiple books on magical transportation, including one that discussed some...less legal options. There, she had found a way to tap the magic of her portkey into the wards themselves, the magical energy of the manor keeping the portkey active with no trace whatsoever. And better yet, the portkey could take her any place she wanted to go. All Hermione had to do was picture her destination and she appeared, curtesy of the ancient magic woven into the land on Malfoys nameless island. It was smoother than any other magical transportation Hermione had ever used, left no traces, and was silent. Truly, she was devastated that she couldn't share her findings with others. 

It felt as though everything had come together, but that didn't stop the emotional turmoil that filled her as she stood under the shower, her skin red raw from the heat as she scrubbed her body. Six years old. Beaten unconscious. Drugged. Rescued before anything worse...Hermione sobbed, a gut wrenching noise escaping her as she struggled to breathe. She had obliviated the child, her mother, a scrap of a woman, had begged Hermione for that one thing. Please, don't let her remember it. She had begged and sobbed and eventually Hermione had given in, wiping the mind of a child and replacing her worst nightmare with a soft dream, but she knew it wouldn't be enough. Somewhere in that girls subconscious, there would forever be a dark shadow. 

Exhaustion crashing into her, Hermione fell back against the tiles and slid to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees as she let the pain out. There was no end in sight, and that was what tortured Hermione the most. The evil wasn't one leader to destroy, but the darkness woven into the very fabric of society. No matter how she searched, she would never be the person to end this nightmare. Not this time. And that thought haunted her worst of all. 

She still hadn't left the bathroom, and Draco was beginning to worry. 

"Do your wives not want you home?" He asked, making a show of checking his watch. Two in the bloody morning. Hermione had arrived in her room at half ten at night. What on earth had she been doing in the bathroom for three and a half hours? 

Potter and Weasley both jolted, checking their own watches before sighing. They all stood in front of multiple large boards, each more confusing than the last. Dracos head spun as they all made their quick goodbyes and he made his way to Grangers room. She had it locked and warded, and so it took him about five minutes to get in. Blaise and Theo didn't seem as bothered as he was, their feelings for the witch far less complicated than Dracos. 

"We're fucking her, Draco. Not soul bonding with her. Quite frankly, I don't care what she does with her free time so long as she doesn't bring trouble to our door." Theo had said. Blaise had simply shrugged in agreement. They were pissed, and he knew it. Draco had caught each of them watching her cameras just as often as he did, and they still participated in fucking her every which way. 

Draco barged into the room, an uneasy feeling in his gut as he bypassed the bed and made his way to the ensuite, the sound of the shower pounding filling the room. Draco pushed the door open and stopped in his tracks, the sight before him causing his heart to do something he didn't quite understand. 

Hermione lay on the marble floor in the foetal position, her knees to her chest and she hugged her legs, staring into space as the shower rained down on her. 

"Granger?" Draco called, not wanting to startle her seeing as she hadn't noticed the door open. With no response Draco slowly walked to the shower and slowly shut it off, the sound of Grangers tears becoming louder immediately. She still didn't even respond, something that caused him a fair bit of concern.

"Granger?" He called again, louder this time. No response. He crouched down and placed a hand on her shoulder, almost flinching at the heat coming from her skin. Still no response. Feeling the panic begin to stir within him, Draco pulled a towel down from the rack and placed it over Granger before picking her up, wrapping the towel around her as best as he could. He cradled her in his arms her sopping wet curls soaking through his t-shirt as her head crashed against his chest. Still, the witch didn't respond. 

Something held him back from calling the others, some protective side of him that didn't want them to see her in this vulnerable state while they were so angry with her. Sure, Draco was furious. But it felt different to the others. In the time since he had started sticking around after his Thursday meetings and pestering Granger at the bar, he had developed a soft spot for her. Not feelings, not really, but something that niggled at him in a way he was unfamiliar with. Something that made him want to fuck her, hurt her, and kiss the pain away. Something that wanted to do all he could to keep her safe. 

The others were angry because they saw Hermione leaving as a betrayal, whereas Draco was angry because she was putting herself at risk.

Draco sighed, a million feelings warring with himself as he lowered Hermione onto her bed and pulled the blanket over her now shivering body. 

"Malfoy?" She asked quietly as he settled himself in besides her before pulling her closer once more. 

"Granger." He responded quietly, unsure of what to say but just so relieved that she was saying anything. 

"I...I pulled my...my shields down..." She explained. Ah. "...couldn't...couldn't get them back." 

"Theo does that sometimes." Draco aknowledged. The last time it had happened, he had been a shell of himself for days. Becoming too reliant on occlumency and then losing it, it was the magical equivalent to a full mental breakdown. Once a witch or wizard becomes dependant on occlumency to simply make it through the day, it can't simply be taken away. "What can I do to help?" He asked, rubbing his hand against her back. 

"I need...just this, I think. I'm so tired." Draco nodded in agreement, his own eyes feeling heavy.

"Malfoy?" She whispered once more.

"Yes, Granger?"

"Thank you." 

Draco shuffled forward, brushing his lips lightly against Hermiones head before closing his eyes and following her into the land of sleep. 

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Draco woke early, the night sky still visible through the window. He lay for a while, doing all he could to ignore the naked witch next to him. Throughout the night the quilt had moved down the bed and the towel had fallen off of Grangers body, baring her to Draco as she slept facing him. He could just barely see the outlines of her body, but it was enough to wake his arousal. Usually he fucked her with the others before bed, but that hadn't happened the night before. Theo and Blaise had gone off in shitty moods from the meeting with Potter, and Draco had soothed Hermione after finding her on the shower floor. 

The problem was that Draco never went a whole day without sex, and now he ached with the need to use Granger. Sighing to himself, he gave up the pretence of ignoring the witch and reached out an arm, grasping her breast firmly and pinching her nipple between his thumb and finger, rubbing it together ever so slowly. They were perfect, soft and delicate, just the right size for his large hands. Draco pressed his hand into her soft flesh harder, revelling in the lack of response from the witch. He knew from experiences with Theo after his occlumency collapsed that she would be dead to the world for a while, and he planned on making use of that. 

Feeling emboldened by the deepness of her slumber, Draco pushed Hermione onto her back and turned slightly, making himself able to grasp both of her tits with a hand each. He spent his time with them, rubbing and fondling and pinching, not wanting to rush a single touch. He kneaded them in a way he knew would make her flinch had she been aware, and felt his arousal spike as she showed no retaliation to the pain. Testing his theory further, he pinched both of her nipples. Hard. He remembered the way she would buck her hips when conscious, and again took pleasure in her lack of response. 

Draco Malfoy had Hermione Granger at his mercy, and he was going to make every second count. If he were a nicer man, he would summon Theo and Blaise to join in on the fun. But in that moment, he wanted to slowly explore every inch of the little sluts body all by himself. Dragons were inherently selfish, after all. Knowing them, they were watching it all in the office anyway.

After massaging Grangers tits for what felt like hours, he eventually moved his head forward, taking a pert nipple into his mouth and sucking lightly whilst he continued to fondle and pinch the other. He built up the suction of his mouth, sucking harder and harder until he knew that conscious Hermione would be whimpering and writhing. Every time he pushed her unconscious body past a limit he knew she would struggle with, he turned more and more smug. It was almost a game already, and he had barely started. He almost wanted to wake her up, just to see what the limit was. 

He imagined the look of shock and confusion on her face as she woke up to catch him and a groan slipped out, one of his hands reaching for his weeping cock as the other continued to rub and pinch, her other nipple now between his teeth as he bit hard enough to draw blood. He bucked into the mattress to help relieve the pressure of his own pleasure as the hint of copper filled his tongue, the blood of the mudblood resembling exquisite wine on his tastebuds. 

After eventually having his fill with his mouth, Draco pushed himself up and moved to straddle Grangers stomach, his dick jutting over her tits and poking her chin. Slowly, carefully, he began to rub the tip over her milky flesh, the first hazes of sunrise creeping through the frosted glass. He moaned at the sensitivity as he wiped precum against her chest, the possessive side of him lighting up as the sun began to highlight the love bites and bruises he had left over her chest and neck. When he noticed the dribble of blood leaving her left nipple he had to grasp his cock firmly and count to ten, reminding himself not to blow like a teenage boy just yet, no matter how much he ached to paint her face, and other parts of her body, with his seed. 

Draco shuffled back ever so slightly and lined himself up in the middle of her breasts before using his hands to push them together onto him, something they hadn't yet done whilst conscious. He would amend that, he thought to himself. This must be much easier with the witch holding the tits. Still, it felt phenomenal. Not as warm or tight as a pussy, mouth or hole, but still so soft. Draco moved his hips, purposely pushing until his dick was hitting Grangers throat and chin. Fuck it, he thought as he began to thrust harder and faster, gripping Grangers tits in a punishing manner so hard he knew she’d bruise. He fucked her tits with abandon, moaning each time the head of his cock bumped against her face. 

It didn't take long until his balls began to seize and his dick tightened. Draco stopped thrusting and pulled back immediately, gripping himself and aiming his seed all over her face and chest, an animalistic sound ripping through his throat from the deep fucking ecstasy of it all. 

"Fucking hell." He muttered as his chest heaved. If that hadn't woken her up, what more could he do? 

Not wanting to wait to find out, Draco moved down Grangers body, winding up in between her legs as he pushed them as far apart of he could. He kneeled down, his face mere inches from her pussy. Just as he did with her tits, he took his time examining every millimetre of the flesh visible to him. He was positively salivating, his arousal returning at the speed of light as he began to run his fingers through the witches folds, marvelling at how wet she was. Though she wasn't responding to pain in her unconscious state, could she still be growing aroused? Could he possibly make her come? The thought made him almost shiver in anticipation, a new challenge forming in his brain as he brushed a thumb against her clit, barely touching it at first. Each time, the pressure grew firmer and firmer until he kept his thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves as he slid the first finger in her, gasping at how fucking wet she was. 

"Fucking made for me, little cunt." He told her as he began to plunge into her, pushing his finger all the way to the knuckle. "How many of these fingers can you take when you can't scream at me to stop?" Fuck. He was so turned on again. He added another finger, then another. Draco could admit his fingers were on the large side, and they were snug at that moment. Her pussy made the most delicious sounds as Draco fucked her with his hand, putting his thumb back on her clit as he curved his fingers inside of her, placing pressure on the spot he knew damn well made her fucking scream. She gushed around him, arousal soaking his hands and the bedsheets while still continuing to make no noise. 

Feeling emboldened, he added his fourth finger, stretching the little hole to its limit as Hermione Granger continued to take it all without so much as a whimper in her sleep. Unable to go another moment without the taste of her, Draco leaned his head down and lapped at the juices falling down his fingers before working his way up to her clit, taking the bundle of nerves into his mouth with a hard suck and groaning as the salty taste of her danced along his tongue. He continued to pump in and out of her as he licked, sucked and bit all over her pussy, eating her up like a starved animal.

Draco suddenly pulled back off of Granger, a disturbing idea taking over as he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and dragged them down to her arse, bringing her arousal with them. He began to massage at her back package, using only a slight bit more care than he had done with her cunt. The idea had taken hold and an almost primal instinct was screaming at him to hurry up, desperate to bring his dream into fruition.

Eager and needy, Draco began so stretch apart Hermiones arse, eventually getting three fingers in without a drop of lube. Nothing but her own arousal assisted in the preparation, and he was astonished by how absolutely drenched the comeslut was. Even in deep sleep, she was desperate and needy for cock. Desperate and needy for him. The thought made him feral.

Growing impatient with himself and remembering that the whole point was to see how much pain an unconscious Granger could take, he pulled his fingers out of the witch once more and gripped both of her thighs brutally before pushing them apart as far as they could go and lifting her arse up ever so slightly. He lined his cock up perfectly and rammed himself in so fast that he took his own breath away.

The room was light now, and Draco Malfoy had the perfect view of Granger speared into his cock and covered in blood, bites and bruises. The come from hours before had dried over her face and neck, making her truly resemble the used up slag he and the others told her she was. Her hair had dried wet the night before, which had done the witch no favours. It was twice the size as usual, adding to the fucked in the middle of the forest for days on end look she had going for her. Draco would be lying if he said he didn’t love every single bit about it. 

Draco took a moment to enjoy just how fucking tight Granger was before he got to work once more, forcefully shoving the four fingers back in her needy pussy. “What do you think, Granger? Can this gaping pussy take a whole fist?” He asked, his cock twitching at his own words. “I need to get you ready, you see” He explained, as though she could respond, between slow yet hard thrusts. He didn’t push himself, simply acclimatising himself to the delicious tightness of Grangers arse. He had only taken it once before, and hadn’t truly appreciated it in that moment. 

Draco pulled his hand back ever so slightly before tucking his thumb with his fingers and pushing slowly, slowly, slowly into the tight, wet heat. He wished for the first time that Granger was awake, as he would have loved to have heard her screams as he continued pressing his hand into her, past his knuckles and halfway up his palm. He had to stop thrusting for a moment as he adjusted to the pressure his fist added, not wanting to blow again and ruin the rest of the fun. 

“You see, Granger. Theo and Blaise have patiently waited and let me have my way with you all morning. I think it’s time they were rewarded for being such good boys, don’t you?” He asked, barely glancing around as he felt his brothers apparate into the room.

“Fuck me, she looks exquisite.” Blaise moaned from behind Draco, the sound of clothing hitting the floor. 

“This is nothing yet. Once we’ve done this, Theo can have a turn with his whips. She can’t know what we know about her yet, so we can take it all out on her now. She’s still so fucking out of it, look” Draco thrusted into her as he simultaneously pushed his fist in further, her arsehole and pussy both stretched to the limit as all three men groaned in unison.

”There’s no way she wouldn’t be fucking screaming at that.” Theo said, his voice filled with awe. They had played it safe with Granger so far, not wanting to push her too far and have her run for the hills. “What’s the plan, Draco?” 

Draco didn’t respond, just pulled his fist and cock out of Granger, panting at the sounds her body made as he left her. Draco then lay on the side of Granger and began to lift her, her back to his chest, and lay her on top of him. Arousal built further in his stomach as he watched the inferno’s in their eyes and they each grasped themselves, just as turned on as Draco by the fucked up situation they were participating in. Draco used one hand to push Grangers legs apart once more before thrusting back into her arsehole with another groan. It was somehow even tighter from this angle, and he wondered if he would survive what would come next.

“Blaise, go on your knees between my legs and then Theo, you go on top of Blaise.” Draco instructed with gritted teeth.

”Do you think she’ll fit us?” Blaise asked as he immediately followed his orders. 

“She literally had no choice. This is her punishment for leaving the island, and she’ll feel it for fucking weeks.” Draco snapped as he watched Theo lower himself in front of Blaise. Draco grasped Grangers tits once more, digging his fingers in to stop himself from thrusting as his friends placed themselves together, moans filling the room as they rubbed their tips into Grangers folds, gathering wetness to help with the entry. Though Draco was the biggest, neither Blaise nor Theo lacked in the phallic department. Granger screamed loud enough with two of them penetrating her, and they all knew that she wouldn’t handle the pain of three of them entering her at once.

Was it sick, what they were doing? Possibly. But she had agreed to be theirs, at any time and in any way. Other than hating period sex, she had never declined anything else. And once they had stretched her this much, it would be easier in the future.

”Merlin fuck- I can fucking feel you both” Draco practically whimpered as he felt the combined size of Blaise and Theo push into Grangers cunt, the pressure on his own dick becoming unbearable. The boys didn’t even respond, each of them panting and heaving as they worked their way inch by inch into the witch.

After what felt like an eternity, Theo and Blaise were in up to the hilt, Grangers sopping pussy stretched beyond belief as the three of them made themselves at home in her holes.

”I cannot believe she’s still asleep” Theo groaned as he leaned back into Blaise for relief. “Was it this good for you two when I was out of it?” He asked wonderingly. Draco caught Blaises eye and smirked at the memory. They had had a lot of fun with an unconscious Theo for the two days he had been unconscious after a huge occlumency breakdown.

”Yes and no.” Blaise said eventually as he rocked his hips ever so slowly, causing Draco and Theo to gasp. “We weren’t doing anything to punish you, and hurting you doesn’t turn me on nearly half as much as hurting Granger does. But using your body for what we needed -fuck, she’s so fucking tight - using it for what we needed was arousing, and we had a lot of fun with your body-“ 

Draco moaned loudly once more as Theo began to roll his hips in time with Blaise, fucking Granger at an agonisingly slow pace. He knew they weren’t going slow for the mudbloods benefit, but to prevent themselves from finishing. 

Blaise grasped Theo’s face with his hand and turned his face towards his, the wizards attacking each others mouths with abandon as they began to work up their pace. Draco decided to spend his time sucking and biting at any part of Grangers skin as he began to move himself with them, biting hard enough on her delicate shoulders for more blood to pool in his mouth as he gripped her tits with one hand and bought another up to her throat. 

Completely overloaded with pleasure, Draco began to choke Granger from behind as he pounded into her arse with a ferocity he had never experienced before. An animalistic need to hurt her took over him, and any hold he had over himself earlier snapped as he tore her apart with his friends. There was nothing gentle about the way they ravaged her body, hands bruising her creamy skin while teeth left marks that would surely scar. It was brutal, cruel, deranged even. There was nothing kind or loving in Draco in that moment.

Perhaps he was the monster after all, he thought to himself as he began to tense, his arousal reaching boiling point as he heard Theo and Blaise groan into the room as they emptied their seed into her. Draco followed suit soon after, continuing to squeeze her pale little neck as he emptied every last drop into her, determined to hurt the cunt until the very last second. Once emptied, he flopped back onto the bed unceremoniously, groaning as he felt a trail of all three wizards come fall from her body and onto him.

He barely heard Theo and Blaise drop onto the bed around him as exhaustion took over, the hours of playing with the witches body catching up to him. He decided to shut his eyes for five minutes while Theo went to get his favourite toys, knowing damn well that the day was far from from over. 

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Draco jolted awake with a start, confusion immediately taking over as he realised he couldn't move his arms. Confusion quickly bled into full scale panic as he realised he couldn't move any of his body properly, thick ropes restraining him to a hard wooden chair in an almost pitch-black room. He recognised the smell of the room, a faint damp musk, immediately. 

Turning his head sharply to the left and right showed him the outlines of who he assumed to be Blaise and Theo, each seeming to be snapping their heads around frantically. 

"Blaise? Theo?" Draco called, wondering why the others were silent. As he suspected, they didn't respond. "What the fuck is going on?!" He snapped, already frustrated by the whole situation. Where the fuck was Granger? 

Nobody responded, causing Dracos fury to rise. He screamed and shouted, threatened and promised all sorts of cruelties to whoever had put him in the situation. Multiple times, Draco attempted wandless magic and found he simply couldn't, though he had always successfully managed the basics. 

"For fucks sake- relashio!" He snapped for the millionth time. A light chuckle came from the dark corners of the room, causing every hair on Dracos body to stand on edge. 

"It's frustrating isn't it? To be so vulnerable, so helpless." The voice of Hermione Granger spat with disgust. 

Conflicting emotions filled Draco. The first, to his surprise, was relief. For if Granger were here, doing whatever the fuck this was, then she wasn't being harmed. The second was confusion. Why, exactly, was the witch doing this? 

"Granger?" He called, trying to find her in the shadows and being unsuccessful. "What the fuck is going on?" To his irritation, another laugh simply echoed. 

"Funny, that's exactly what I asked myself when I woke up a few hours ago!" Granger sounded manic as she spoke, her voice high pitched and breathy. She almost sounded like- "With all sorts of weird pains throughout my body! What the fuck did you do to me?" She was seething, Draco realised with shock.

"It's called somnoph- Ow!" A sharp stinging hex his Draco square in the jaw as he spoke.

"Don't be fucking sarcastic, Draco Malfoy!" Hermione screeched. Fuck. He rather enjoyed the way his full name sounded on her mouth. "I know what kink it is, and I know that I enjoy it, but do you not think you took it too far?" 

Draco thought for a second. He had gotten carried away, the others too. Lust had clouded their vision. When they had awoken, Blaise had voiced his own concerns and the others had agreed. 

"Yes, Granger, we did." He admitted easily, the words spilling from his tongue. 

"Who the fuck whips a sleeping person?!" She screamed, truly hysterical. Draco felt the eyes of Theo and Blaise glaring, their heads thrashing in the shadows in his peripheral vision. 

"No, we didn't whip you! We...we were going to. But we decided not to!" Why were these words spilling so freely? "You've fucking drugged me!" He spat in response. 

"Welcome to the other fucking side, Malfoy! Be thankful I don't knock you out and use your body for my sick pleasure all night." He needed a mild healer, desperately.

Nobody should be that turned on by those words. 

"Well, you're more than welcome to! We didn't do anything that you haven't stated you didn't want done!" Honestly, he didn't know what the problem was. They spoke about their kinks all the time, and she was a huge fan of them using her body, both now and when he was Andrew. She told Andrew many times that she wished they could have longer together so that he could fulfil more of her darker  fantasies. And now he was. 

"I know that!" Hermione bellowed, stepping from the shadows and into his vision ever so slightly. He could just see her outline. From where she had fallen asleep with wet hair, the curls seemed to be almost doubled in size. From silhouette alone she looked eerily similar to his aunt, and that thought immediately cut off the hard on that was straining in the chair. He was glad that it was dark enough she couldn't see it, seeing as he was stark naked. "I know what I like, and I know what I have given consent for. Don't speak to me like I'm stupid!" 

"I'm not speaking to you like you're stupid! You're being fucking stupid!" Draco snarled in response, grunting as a second stinging hex hit him. These were far more powerful than the ones he had used on Granger all that time ago when she was the one tied up in the dungeon.

"You took advantage!" Raw power surged from the room, causing each of the lights to flicker on for a moment before shattering. In that moment, Draco drank in the sight before him. Granger was stood not too far from him, dressed head to toe in black wizard robes. Her hair was wild, completely untamed in the most delicious way. He noticed a bruise peeking out on her neck and grimaced slightly. "The point of fucking me while I sleep is that I wake up and we finish the job! Not to practically sexually torture me while I'm so far gone I can't say my safeword!"

Oh.

Oh.

"Would you have used it, Granger?" He asked, his voice turning low and seductive. "Because I think that really, you're just upset that you weren't involved. We did not do a single thing to you that you wouldn't have loved. The whole point of the game was to push your body, see how much you could handle. And you were such a good girl." A whimper slipped out from Granger, making Draco smirk. 

"What did you do to me, exactly?" Whatever variant of truth serum he had been drugged with was different to veritaserum. Instead of feeling forced to reveal his truths, it was more like word babble, as though he were a bit tipsy and talking to a close friend. All of his inhibitions seemed to be diminished, nothing but a willingness to share every thought running through him. 

"I started off by playing with your breasts, Granger. Worshipped them for hours, and fuck if those weren't some of the best hours of my life. I experimented with pain, pinching and biting your nipples. Something we both damn well know you love. You love being marked, you've told us all many many times."

"What else?" he did not miss the husky tone of her voice. She may be angry, but she was turned on, too. His witch was just as fucked up as he was, and they all knew it. 

"I focussed on your cunt. I wanted to see if I could make you come without you waking up, and I did. You've never been so wet, Granger. You soaked my whole hand, it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I wanted to push you, see how far I could stretch you. That was when I had the idea."

"What idea?" 

"You told me before, that you wanted all three of us to take you at once. Remember, a week or so back?" 

"I remember." The fury seemed to be ebbing slightly, lust taking it's place. 

"You told us that you wanted to try it, but that too much pain would make you want to stop."

"So you did it when I slept instead?" 

"Listen, Granger. We may have taken things too far, but every single thing that we did...you have told us you wanted to do. We fuck you in your sleep all the time! I woke up the other day with you riding my cock!" A third stinging hex hit him.

"That is not the point! Tell me what you did!" The fury was back. Draco had pushed too far, he realised. 

"I took your arse while Theo and Blaise shared your cunt." Draco told her easily. A quiet gasp followed by silence. "Honestly, Granger, if you're sad that you missed out you can just watch the CCTV footage." Oh fuck. 

"The...the what?" He could feel the fury from the boys next to him as they fought their restraints. 

"CCTV. We set a camera up in your room when we realised you were leaving the island. Where do you go, by the way? All attempts to track you have been unsuccessful." To his surprise, Granger simply laughed. Another manic cackle that sent a shiver down his spine. 

"Tell me where you three go first, and I'll consider it. We'll circle back to the violation of putting cameras in my fucking bedroom."

"I attend meetings for all my businesses. Blaise meets up with different informants. Theo does all sorts of stuff, half of it I don't even know. Usually he breaks into buildings and hacks computers. He's very talented at that, you know." The words were flowing freely, willingly. In his hazy mind, Draco almost felt relief. He hadn't enjoyed keeping everything from Granger. Some sick and twisted part of him had wanted her involved with it all from the get go. 

"One of your businesses being Imperiused, right?" 

"Of course." He nodded. "How did you figure it out?" He had had an inkling that she knew, but the witch had played her part well. 

"Since Blaise gave me the paperwork and asked for my help finding who is stealing from you. It's Avery, by the way." Fury fought it's way through the haze as he took in her words.

"How do you know? You said you had a few suspects." 

"I fiddled with the paper myself." Hermione responded easily, clearly wanting them to know this. There was no way she had drugged herself with truth serum. "I've been keeping an eye on Avery for a while, and didn't want you three getting involved." 

"Keeping an eye? Why?" 

"No. That's all the crumbs I'll give you. Now, I'm guessing on Thursdays you spend the entire day as Andrew, because you can't leave your exile." Draco startled at that. 

"How did you know that?" He asked sharply.

"You smirk the same. Andrew always felt familiar to me, and I realised why once I figured out that you owned the business. Also, you say muggle phrases sometimes. Ones I know for a fact I taught Andrew, back when you were pretending to actually like me and not just want my body. Honestly, you’re just not that good at hiding things.”

"I disagree." Draco said with an eye roll as he very clearly walked into the trap Granger had set. 

"Oh really? What else do you hide, then?"

"Well, Theo and Blaise took turns polyjuicing as my friend." For fucks sake! "Give me the antidote to this serum, Granger!" He shouted.

"That was obvious too, I'm afraid. That's why they never spoke, because I would realise the slight changes in their voice. What else are you hiding?"

"We're all working with Potter, Weasley and a load of underground auror departments to bring down the human trafficking rings throughout the wizarding world." Oh for Merlin’s sake, he was dead. Potter would actually kill him for this, if Granger didn’t first. 

The silhouette of Hermione Granger froze, clearly genuinely surprised for the first time that day. 

"You're...what?" The words were barely a whisper. 

"The meetings we attend as a group, they are with your best friends. Who have been hiding far more from you than anyone else, by the way. They've been fighting against the death eaters for years, while letting you think they were no more than apathetic dimwits who were turning their heads the other way. They kept all information away from you, not wanting you to run off ahead and end up hurt. When you returned to the UK, we debated getting you involved but you went and made friends with Pansy and they decided to keep you away from it all. They're under constant scrutiny, and they didn't want you to be drawn closer." 

"What is your part?" She asked, taking a step closer. 

"I fund it all, with a lot of the money earned from my businesses. Theo hacks into computers and keeps track of merlin knows what. Blaise has a whole web of informants all over the world. Potter and Weasley do a lot of the communication with the rebel groups and other auror departments." 

Hermione muttered a few things under her breath before the broken lights repaired themselves and the room came alight. 

Granger stepped closer to the three wizards before summoning a chair and sitting in front of them, remaining silent. She stared at the wizards for an unknown amount of time, her usually warm caramel eyes now cold and calculating.

”So all this time, you’ve been part of the resistance.” Granger finally spoke as she waved the wand in her arm once more.

”Granger, what the fuck!” Blaise bellowed as he thrashed in his chair, using his newly returned voice. Granger didn’t respond, simply allowed him to keep bellowing. Once he finally quietened, Draco watched Hermione turn her head to Theo, her eyes narrowed in assessment. 
“Anything you want to say, Theodore?” She asked.

”I have quite honestly never been so turned on in my entire life.” Was all the wizard had to say, causing all three people in the room to sigh. “Do you think we could pause this little interrogation for a quick fuck?”

“I’m surprised.” Hermione responded, ignoring Theo completely.

“By what?” Blaise asked, seeming slightly calmer.

“You three. You join a resistance, use your recourses and skills to work with the two wizards you hate most to bring down the death eaters. And yet…”

”And yet?” Draco asked, a sense of dread creeping into his stomach. 

“And yet, you’re no better than them.” Granger finished softly, looking…sad. Why did she look so sad?

“What are you on about? Of course we’re better than them!” Blaise snapped.

“No. You think you are, but you’re just as sick and twisted. I gave myself to you, to all of you. I have my own needs, and I shared them with you. I thought…I thought that it was a good deal. I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Especially once I figured out that you were Andrew and his friend. I stupidly assumed we may have built some sort of…friendship, almost. You all began spending more time with me, eating meals and talking and spending time in the library. I believed, wrongly, that I was perhaps growing on you all. I thought I could somewhat trust you. And yet in my most vulnerable state, you all used my body for your own needs.”

”That’s not fair, Granger. You’re twisting what happened.” Theo responded, his own voice filled with the horror Draco could feel.

”Am I? Maybe so. But I was unconscious due to a breakdown of my occlumency, and Draco found me in a vulnerable position and took advantage of that.” There it was again, his name. “I understand what I agreed to on that day in the Owlery, and I understand what I have agreed to and gone along with since. You’re right again, in a way. There is nothing that happened that I wouldn’t have enjoyed. Had I been awake, I wouldn’t have used my safe word. Had it happened any other time, I would have woken up and possibly not been upset. But I fell asleep next to Draco believing that he was there to comfort me as a friend. I foolishly thought that sex wasn’t in his, your-“ she glared at Draco “mind at that moment. But no, you’re just as sex crazed as every other death eater roaming the world, taking what’s his and not giving a damn for the consequences.”

”I didn’t immediately fuck you, Granger!” Draco protested. “We both slept for the night and I-“

”Oh, so you had a good nights sleep first? Restored your energy before taking my body?”

”Well, yes, but-“

”But you had a morning boner and couldn’t let it go to waste?”

”That's rather-“

”And you had a naked witch, one who had already signed her body over to you, ready and willing to go?”

”Yes!” He snapped, frustrated by the twisting of words. “You said, back in that bloody private room many months ago, that you wished that Andrew and his friend could participate in that sexual fantasy. You had had a bit to drink after your shift, our meeting had run on a bit late, and we withheld orgasms until you told us every single one of your deepest desires. That was one of them, and you know it!” Every word was true, thanks to the drugs in his system. “I am genuinely sorry if the vulnerability of your mind in that moment has changed the circumstances for you, but we are not fucking rapists Granger! Everything we have done to you, every single sexual act, has been something you have disclosed to us. You told us your hard limits, and we’ve never gone near them. Perhaps we’ve blurred some lines, tinged the scenarios with grey, but we have not done anything against your consent.” Draco was seething, guilt and anger merging together. He truly believed he had done everything Granger would have liked, and shame weighed heavy in his gut.

”You didn’t rape me.” Granger responded clearly, wiping a tear from her face with fury. “You just…I just…”

”What, Hermione?” Blaise asked softly. Draco watched as Granger looked up at Blaise, pain and sorrow in her deep eyes.

”I foolishly thought that perhaps you were growing to care for me, in your own twisted ways. I thought that maybe you were beginning to see me as more than just something to fuck. It’s…it’s been ten long years of nothing but being used, seeing woman all over the world being raped and abused and…” Granger cut off to catch her breath, clearly overwhelmed as she spoke. “I’m tired of having nobody to care for me. I thought, for one moment, that Malfoy was simply comforting me, looking out for me. To wake up and see that it had all just been for sexual gratification…it doesn’t feel very nice.” Dracos gut twisted. 

“We do care for you, Hermione.” Blaise responded, keeping his voice level. Draco did all he could to bite his tongue and hold off on his word vomit. “Perhaps we aren’t good at showing it, seeing as we are all…slightly unstable…but in our own way we do care. Why do you think Theo goes and steals a million coats when you shiver slightly, or I stock the pantry with your favourite food, or Draco allows you access to his lab? Which, by the way, Theo and I are not allowed to use. Theo lets you sit with him even on his darkest days, no matter how much your incessant questioning irritates him. None of us are good at this, Granger, and yes, we absolutely have made the relationship seem nothing but sexual, but we didn’t know where you stood, either. Draco has been interested in you since school. Didn’t he spend months just sat at the bar talking to you before making a move? It took so long to convince him to let us get involved because he wanted you all to himself. His first plan of action for the day we were released was to come and get you, explain everything. Of course, the portkey changed that.”

“It’s all true, Granger. We all grew up in affectionate free homes, and were all being tortured by the dark lord by sixth year. Affection and kindness aren’t our thing. Protection, gifts, sexual favours, those are what we do. We’ve fucked up.” Theo admitted. “We’ve really fucked up, and we are all sorry, Granger. Years of being alone, using each others bodies…the lines are blurred. I have days of unconsciousness due to my occlumency breaking down, too. And years ago I suggested that the others take their frustrations out on me and let me watch it back afterwards. I think my kinks are possibly even more fucked up than yours, little witch.” Theo laughed humourlessly. “I think, because of that, we all forgot that you may think slightly differently. It is a vulnerable time, and we did take advantage. I’m sorry Hermione.” The sincerity of Theo’s words echoed through the room as Granger continued to sit and watch him.

“You drugged us all, Granger. You know we’re telling the truth. We would never go beyond your limits intentionally, and we apologise for doing so. I’m sorry that it happened, and that we hurt you.” Draco would have meant every word even without the truth serum.

After what felt like hours of silence, Granger finally nodded with a shaky release of breath.

”Hermione?” Blaise asked, his voice laced with fear. “Whose wand is that?” He asked, confusing Draco. Draco immediately glanced at the wand in Hermione Grangers hand, his heart turning to stone at the sight of Bellatrix’s wand in her pale, shaking hand.

”Oh.” Granger said, looking down and furrowing her brow. “I thought I’d need it.” She said, as if that explained things.

”Granger, I need you to untie us.” Draco told her, keeping his voice calm as blood thundered in his ears.

“I… can’t do that, Malfoy.” Granger whispered. 

The other boys were attempting to use handless magic to release themselves, to no avail. 

“I invented it.” Hermione explained, appearing as though she were now in her own world. “I’m good at that, inventing things. Seeing a need for something and bringing it to life. It was the reason I applied for a job in the department of mysteries. I heard they were working with muggle technology, and knew I would be a valuable asset to the team. Of course, they rejected me. I had been away too long, and women no longer had a place in the corporate side of the wizarding world. So I keep my inventions to myself now.”

”What did you invent, Hermione?” Blaise asked calmly.

”It’s almost like a bracelet. Rather pretty actually. It has to be quite high quality silver to work. It blocks the wearer from using their magic. It’s fascinating, the way it works. Having to block magic from an entire room is exhausting, although I don’t mind using muggle methods.”

”For what, Granger? Why do you have that wand?”

“You told the truth, so I won’t show you. But I really must be off.” Draco watched in horror as Granger casually checked her watch and stood, dusting her robes off before summoning her beaded bag.

“Thank you for the enlightenment, boys. I’ll see you again.” Draco began calling her frantically, his voice overlapping with Theo and Blaises as they pleaded with the witch. She paid them no mind, as though she couldn’t even hear them as she rummaged through her bag and pulled something out.

With one more wave of the second most dangerous wand in wizarding history, Hermione Granger vanished from the room, leaving the three wizards screaming into an empty manor. 

Hermione landed silently in the dark street, taking a moment to compose herself within the shadows. It was late in the night, over twenty four hours since she had entered her catatonic state, and much had happened.

Though the Slytherins had taken it too far, Hermione hated herself for how much she actually liked what they had done to her. Had she not been so confused and overloaded, things may have gone differently. But she always struggled to grasp at reality after an occlumency breakdown, and this had been the biggest one she had ever had.

She hadn’t done what she had intended to do with the Slytherins, a quiet part of her mind holding her back. She knew, really, that this was because she had grown to care for the men. They were just as dark and twisted as she was, only they were open and honest about it. They didn’t hide behind layers of occlumency and personality changes. They didn’t keep their darkness hidden in the shadows, not like her. 

Hermione transfigured her robes into the outfit she needed and made her way down the dark alley with a deep breath.

Someone was in the manor. Draco could hear someone calling his name, and relief flooded through him. He hadn’t expected Potter or Weasley for at least another day after they had sent them to gather more information from Percy.

Draco, Blaise and Theo bellowed as loudly as they could until they heard footsteps running towards him. He was so fucking grateful to see the pair of idiots that he barely cared that he and the others were fully naked, every bit of themselves on display as the door barged open.

”What the fuck-“

”-Weasley, Potter, listen-“

”Where is Hermione?” Weasley cried. “And why the fuck are you all naked?”

A million voices overlapped as nobody listened to each other. Potter quickly released the three wizards from their binds.

”Potter, listen!” Draco snapped once more.

“You need to tell us what the fuck is going on! We’ve got a huge lead, linked to your fucking strip club-“

Hermione pushed her way in, smiling at the stunned security guard. “Hi, Matthew. Is he in his office?”

”Where the hell have you been, pipsqueek?” The giant of a man grunted as he made his way to Hermione and gave her a genuine hug. She liked the security at the club, they had always been kind to her.

Hermione laughed. “Oh, it’s a long story! Can I pop and see Avery? Hopefully he hasn’t replaced me!” She beamed as Matthew stepped back.

“Of course, love. He will be happy to see you, we’ve all been worried sick.” Hermione smiled once more before making her way up the stairs and towards the office.

”What do you mean she tied you up, questioned you and fucking ran?” Weasley seethed. He looked truly murderous as he glared at the Slytherins. “The whole point of you accepting to keep her here was that you KEEP her here! How the fuck did she get a port key?!”

”Miss Granger!” Avery beamed, the grey haired wizard looked truly elated to see Hermione stood at his doorway. “Come in, come in.” 

“You’re telling me she’s been coming and going as she pleases, and you’ve had no clue where she’s been?” Potter looked almost as furious as Weasley.

”Thank you, Sir. You see, it’s been an exhausting few weeks. S-Somebody broke into my flat, and I’ve been on the run while I figure out my next step. But I need money, and nowhere else is safe. I was hoping that I can come back-“

”Bellatrixs wand? Are you certain?” The fury had bled away into genuine fear. 

Hermione drank in the wizards terror as though it were a refreshing glass of wine on a summer night. He was bound and gagged, the room locked and warded. Hermione pointed the wand and grinned, finally feeling the release she had needed since waking up.

“You’re telling me the murder weapon linked to over thirty deaths was in Hermiones hand?” Weasley asked for the millionth time as they gathered resources.

”I think it's time you tell me about the missing strippers, don’t you?” Hermione asked, laughing as another crucio left her wand. 

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"For fucks sake, Potter! Let us out!" Blaise bellowed. Somehow, they were locked back in the dungeon. 

"Not until you stop telling us details about our best friends sex life!" Potter hurled back, still sounding thoroughly repulsed. 

"Well you knew we had truth serum in our systems and asked us to tell you, in detail, mind you, what happened between us and Granger." Theo responded, a smirk playing on his lips. 

"Oh, fuck off, the lot of you. I'll be back in another hour. The auror team leaders will be back soon." Potter and Weasley had sent them straight to the strip club to collect Avery, though something in Dracos gut told him that it was a futile mission.

Once he heard Potters steps fading once more, he looked at his two brothers with fierce determination. 

"We're going to have to find her and keep her hidden from both sides." Draco told them, feeling as grim as they looked. Potter and Weasley had agreed to keep the knowledge regarding the wand a secret for now, but they didn't hold out much hope. Once the teams realised that Granger was the one killing so many death eaters, they would want her head just as much as the scumbags they were chasing. Many potential leads had been lost thanks to the witch, and it had impeded the investigations many times. Draco scrubbed his hand down his face at the thought of it all. It was such a mess. 

"She was going to kill us." Theo repeated for the hundredth time, his voice filled with awe. Draco wondered if he was mentally planning which piece of Nott jewellery he was going to use to propose to the witch. Not that Draco could judge, he'd had his picked out from the minute she punched him in third year. Nothing bought out a psychopaths romantic side more than a bit of violence, and Hermione Granger radiated violence like no witch they had known before. 

"Ask me a question." Blaise told the others. 

"Who did you lose your virginity to?" Theo shot off immediately. 

"Millicent Bulstrode." Blaise responded with a grimace as Theo and Draco positively roared. 

"You said it was Daphne!" Draco howled, ignoring the stinging hex Blaise sent to his ankle. "It's been around five hours since we woke up. What if the truth serum never leaves our system? If anyone can invent a potion that makes somebody tell the truth for the rest of their lives, it's Granger." 

Instead of responding, Theo suddenly stopped laughing and turned serious, his face draining of all colour. "Potter!" He shouted once more, a new desperation in his voice. "I need to get to my computer, now!" 

"Do you know what the biggest problem most men have is?" Hermione asked the gagged man, not really caring for his response.

"They underestimate women. Every time. Even the good ones. They act as though they care, they put protection measures in place, they speak up against the violence. But they will ignore the information shared between women every time, just to hear it from a male source months later and believe that they are ahead in the search." Hermione laughed. "You see, I've been keeping an eye on you for years, Avery. Girls talk, you see. They confide in each other. Especially during times such as these, when no man is trustworthy. They tell the kind bar staff about how the manager is stuck in meetings again, how he 'accidentally' walks into private rooms, and lingers a bit too long for it to be comfortable. They talk about how, no matter how much of an act he puts on, he sometimes snaps and shows the cruel demeanour beneath his façade. And I always wondered, well, why doesn't he show me that side of him? What is it about me that causes the great Holden Cassius Avery to remain on edge?" The man tracked Hermione as she paced the room, his eyes wide with horror.

"Of course, I put some things together on my own over the years. The arrival of Andrew, the way you never said a word about the usage of the private room. Of course, you knew that it was Draco Malfoy all along. I did not. I did know he was powerful, though. I've never seen you cower to anybody. But your private meetings began to run longer, didn't they, Holden? Not the ones with your boss. The ones with the death eaters. The ones where you gambled away everything you owned, and ended up far deeper than you would have thought. You see, I volunteer in a sanctuary. Beaten girls and women who manage to escape turn up, and they're always ever so willing to share their information, to warn other women of who to avoid. And when a beaten stripper turns up and the person healing her happens to be the bar staff she made friends with. Well, I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this." Hermione chuckled again and she pulled a bottle of water out from her bag and drank, making an exaggerated 'ah' sound before vanishing the bottle. She may torture and kill men, but litterer she was not. 

"Charlotte, or Lottie, as you knew her. She was one of your favourites, wasn't she? You had a rather good relationship. You flirted with her, flattered her, promised her safety and security. And so she started to spend more time with you. Not in your home, of course, your wife lives there. But in the club. You certainly made use of her, didn't you? She was one of the youngest dancers, barely nineteen now. You had her in on some very important meetings, keeping her occupied on the floor under the desk while you gambled away your families financial security. You were a fool, because you believed that a woman would be far too busy sucking an old pigs penis to listen to the information being shared. But she was clever, little Lottie. She played silly, acted as though she loved it, gathered all of the information she could." Emotion spilled into Hermiones voice as she remembered the slip of the girl, who Hermione had felt protective of since the minute she had started working at the club two years ago. Under the usual age, but desperate to earn her keep. 

"But one day, you could no longer pay your debts, could you? Your money was all dried up. You always worked hard to keep your business and pleasure separate, but the lines began to blur. Cutting wages was no longer enough. Stealing from the business wasn't enough. Things were getting desperate, weren't they? The death eaters weren't happy. They wanted payment. And well, what could be better than finally getting them access to the golden girl? Who cares if she's under the protection of your manager. You could frame it well enough. After all, you also happen to manage the block of flats where she lives, because you're one of the only people on earth Draco Malfoy happens to trust. You worked alongside his father and mother, after all. You would never be so foolish as to betray the Malfoys." Hermione sneered at the pitiful wizard as his grey trousers turned dark at the groin. 

"The problem was Marley. Poor Marley, who did nothing more than sit at a desk and protect the women who's safety he cared so much for. Of course, there's nothing a bit of poison in a morning coffee can't fix. And the manager of the flats could easily shove the body into the cleaning cupboard until later in the day, where he can get it disposed of properly. With Marley taken care of, you easily gave them access to the flat. But of course, they had to make it look like a burglary. You weren't taking the fall for this, were you? But once again, you underestimated a woman. I wasn't supposed to fight back. I wasn't supposed to escape. Oh, they didn't like that, did they? Charlotte said they beat you for hours. Of course, that was nothing compared to what they would have done to me. And it was nothing compared to what they did to her." By the time Hermione had made it back to the sanctuary, Charlotte had been unconscious for weeks, the magic of the other women in the sanctuary keeping her tethered to the earth just barely. It had taken Hermione every potion in her bag to help bring her back from the precipice of death. 

"You started offering more girls as compensation, but it still hasn't been enough. They won't be satisfied until you fill every room in a new brothel with the women you were supposed to be protecting." Hermione spat, shaking with rage as the scumbag before her shook and squirmed.

She revelled in it, the terror of men. It satisfied her darkest cravings, aided her sleep at night. She dreamed of the sounds of agony she orchestrated. These men, who treated women in such despicable ways, they fell to shreds so easily. 

"There will never be enough pain to repay you for what you have done to countless women. But I'm sure I can come close." A sadistic smile crept over Hermiones face as she pulled her favourite cursed knife from her beaded bag and stepped towards the wizard.

Draco stared at the laptop screen, watching the clip for the millionth time as he did all he could to fight the smirk attempting to fight it's way onto his face. 

Hermione Granger, dressed once more in her bar maids uniform, flouncing up the stairs and down the corridor towards Averys office. The witch looked entirely unbothered and neutral the entire way, through each of the camera screens, until just after knocking on the door. At the last second before entering the room the little miscreant turned to the nearest security camera and fucking winked. Theo had already wiped the entire footage, though Draco believed that may be a futile attempt of protecting Grangers identity. With Potter and Weasley still holding their wands, they couldn't exactly go and kill the security guard who had allowed Granger into the club. 

"What, exactly, is the plan?" Blaise asked quietly. They had relocated to the office, though they were still very much being kept away from everybody else due to the truth serum which still hadn't faded. 

"Protect Granger." Draco responded simply with a shrug. "The minute they put this together, she will be the most hunted witch in wizarding history. They cannot find out anything about her." Dracos heart raced at the thought of it.

"But they don't know anything about her." Theo argued reasonably. 

"No, but they've had two different sources come forward with information that Avery is setting up girls from our club. The fact that Granger was the last person to see him, not even an hour before aurors showed up, will put questions into their minds. The teams will start wondering why she has been kept hidden. If they find out that we have been concealing her, allowing her to stay here, and that Potter and Weasley knew, we will all be under scrutiny. We may have founded the underground resistance, but they will turn on us if they believe we've been hiding things." Both wizards grimaced in response. Draco scrubbed a hand down his face, wondering how his day had become so monumentally fucked in such a short period of time. 

Hermione took a step back to appreciate her handiwork, unable to temp down the manic grin that contorted her face. She could feel the droplets of blood on her skin, but couldn't bring herself to care over something as mundane as cleanliness. 

Avery hadn't lasted long, which had been a shame. But pain was pain, and he had taken a fair bit of it before succumbing to his early expiration. The runes embedded into his skin oozed with cursed black blood, a substance that also leaked from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. His brain hadn't seemed to be able to handle the intensity of the dark magic. A shame, really. Dolohov had lasted much longer, it had been delicious. 

Hermione looked at the time on her watch and grimaced. He had only lasted seven hours, hardly fun at all. With a sigh she dropped all of the wards and enchantments on the abandoned church before apparating to Longbottom manor.

Once landing on the damp grass, Hermione quickly vanished the blood on her person before putting her weapons back in the hidden compartment of her beaded bag. Not two minutes later, the small figure of Pansy Parkinson appeared to be sprinting across the lawn and towards Hermione, throwing her arms around her with a cry. 

As Hermione hugged Pansy back, she pulled her occlumency shields back into place. Once more, she became the friend Pansy knew. She tucked the darkness away behind her shaky walls, took a deep breath, and pulled back from her friend ever so slightly.

"Pans." Hermione sighed, her eyes filling with tears as she took in her closest friend. "I really need a favour." 

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Theo rolled his eyes as he watched Potter yawn for the tenth time that evening. It was coming up to one in the morning and the git could barely keep his eyes open. 

"Right, once more and I'm calling it a night. Gin is getting suspicious about how much time we're spending at work." The others all mumbled their agreements, they had been at it for hours. Weeks, really. 

It had been almost three weeks since Granger vanished from the island, and the three Slytherins and two Gryffindors had spent almost every night since working together in a feeble attempt to find the witch. 

"So, I managed to bump into Neville yesterday. He's adamant that Hermione hasn't been to his manor, but wouldn't look me in the eye and scarpered pretty quickly. Didn't even take the bait when I asked about his newest strain of devils snare." Weasley told the others for the third time. "We cannot find or access Longbottom manor, leading us to believe he has placed it under the fidelius charm. And now, I know Neville has come a long way since school, and that Parkinsons magic is no laughing matter, but only the most capable of wizards can cast that charm." Theo nodded slightly in agreement. 

"So she's camping out at the Longbottoms. What Ron and I don't understand is why she didn't just go straight there after waking up here." Potter said, again, for the third time that night. 

"We've gone over this. She loved our charming personalities, Potter." Theo snapped. 

"Actually, I think she was going to kill us." Blaise interjected, talking for the first time in hours. Every pair of eyes snapped to him as he took a sip of his firewhisky. 

"How'd you figure that one out?" Theo asked. Draco head snapped up, his red rimmed eyes wide as he took in Blaise. The wizard hadn't been sleeping well. 

"Well, since we figured out that she's the one behind the almost forty bodies of death eaters throughout Europe and the UK, I've gone back over almost every interaction with her. I think that waking up in the home of three death eaters was a jackpot for her, but she knew she couldn't simply take on all three of us at once. I think she planned to make use of the opportunity, get as much information from us as possible, and find a way to get rid of us discreetly. Of course, I think things changed when we disclosed the truth behind why we killed the Parkinson family, and there is the fact that we care for Pansy and she cares for us in her own way. I believe that threw her off, and perhaps she began to trust us. So she took the use of the opportunity and continued to gather information. Then after our...disagreement..." Theo winced slightly. They had managed to keep most of the details from the aurors, not fancying being killed by Grangers best friends over the misunderstanding. "She was intending to kill us in that dungeon, which was why she had that bloody wand in her hand, but again we somehow managed to gain her trust, which threw her off again." 

Theo knew it was fucked up, but he loved learning about this side of Granger. He had always been intrigued by her, though not as much as Draco and Blaise. He hadn't seen the darkness in her, the same one that resided within his own soul, and it had made him weary of the witch. Someone who presented as kind and good as Hermione Granger put Theo on edge. To discover that she had been hiding her darkness, to see what she was truly capable of...it fascinated Theo in ways he had never experienced before. He had thought her tying him up had been a turn on, but that had been nothing compared to when he had seen her wink at that bloody CCTV camera. The body of Avery had turned up a few days after his disappearance, followed a few days later by the wizard who matched her description of the man who had attempted to kidnap her from the flat. 

Now that he knew who it was carving the runes into the death eaters flesh, he was no longer repulsed. He imagined Hermione wielding the cursed knife, a gleam in her eye as she cut each man to shreds. He had bought himself to release many times over the image. It was just a shame he couldn't fucking find her and take part in it all with her. He knew the others felt similarly. 

"Look, we're going to have to get some others involved." Potter argued once again. I'm really getting sick of how much he repeats himself.

"Absolutely not." Draco snarled, baring his teeth like a rabid fucking animal. To have a taste of the girl he had been obsessed over and to lose her again had turned Draco almost feral. He was snapping and snarling at anyone who breathed in the wrong way, and no amount of aggressive sex with Blaise and Theo was doing anything. A dam had burst, and only Granger could help. Of course, Granger now hated them all and appeared to be laughing from the shadows as they all went insane. 

"She's unpredictable, Draco! And she's ruining our potential leads. Avery had access to some of the most powerful death eaters in the fucking country, and she killed him before we could get him! She was there only minutes before our teams arrived! I love her, she's like my fucking sister, but she is a liability! What if the next person she kills is innocent?" He asked feebly, causing all three of the Slytherins to snort with humourless laughter. 

"Come on, Potter. Not even you believe that. She knows exactly what she's doing." Blaise argued. "She'll be sent to Azkaban and killed within a day for what she's done. There's no way we can give her up." 

A loud buzzing from Theos laptop alerted the room, causing Theo to jump into action. His programming on the laptop showed him that something had breached the wards down by the owlery. Without a moment of hesitation Theo apparated into a cloud of smoke, reappearing on the top floor of the owlery. 

A large raven waited for him on one of the perches, looking rather unimpressed with the moments it had had to wait. Theo eyed the bird wearily, not appreciating the way it's beady eyes tracked him as he made his way to the letter on its leg. He worked quickly to release the parchment, wincing when the raven nipped his arm. Clearly, the bird liked him just as much as Granger did. "Damn it, just let me get the letter and I'll back off!" He told the bird. Immediately the bird stuck it's leg out, apparently impressed that Theo had spoken. As soon as the parchment was free from the beasts leg, it flew away without a moment of hesitation. 

Theo opened the scroll as the other Slytherins appeared silently by his side, each of them holding their breaths. 

                                     51.82244318302464, -4.007232410051135

"What on earth is that?" Draco hissed. Blaise seemed equally perplexed whilst Theo simply grinned. 

"That, my brothers, is the opportunity to get our witch back where she belongs."

Not even an hour later, Theo landed in the little graveyard in the middle of a Welsh muggle neighbourhood. The bitter cold barely phased him as he stalked past the gravestones like a dog sniffing out a fox. 

A slight noise to his left caught his attention. He turned his head and grinned at the sight before him. Granger sat on a large marble gravestone, watching him in a similar way to the raven earlier that night. 

"You don't happen to be an animagus, do you?" He asked conversationally as he walked towards the witch, drinking her in hungrily. Draco was furious that Potter and Weasley had only let one of them go, and Blaise had been equally enraged when they agreed that Theo should be the one. His knowledge of muggle mapping systems made him the best bet, and he had never been so grateful for his fascination with longitude and latitude. She was dressed all in black, a robe covering her wild hair but leaving her face exposed. 

"Unfortunately not. Though I'm not keen on heights, so even if I was one I doubt I'd be a raven. Edgar is rather furious with your lack of treats, by the way." Theo couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. 

"And what treats does the largest raven on earth eat? Souls, per chance?" The slight smirk that graced Grangers face felt as rewarding as a full bellied laugh. "Why are we here, Granger?" he asked, looking around the graveyard. "If you missed us, you could have just come to the island." It was on his second glance that he realised what was going on. On one of the large crosses hung a body, one that was most certainly not that Jesus fellow the muggles loved so much. The wizard had a basic black robe over their body, but their face was on full display. "Oh." He said, stepping closer to the wizard and wincing as he realised the man was definitely not dead. Theo squinted, struggling to place his face in the darkness. "Is that...?"

"Adrian Pucey? Yes." Hermione said lightly, as she gracefully dismounted the headstone and joined Theo at the foot of the large structure. "I haven't started yet. I felt...guilty for taking Avery away from you all. Once you hear what I have found out, I figured you might want to take charge. You can alter his memories of me and take him to the authorities. Or..." She left the words unspoken, and Theo almost groaned at the possibilities. 

"And what is it that Adrian has done?" And what has it got to do with me? Did she truly just want to make up for the lack of Slytherin involvement in Averys death, or did she, in her own twisted way, miss them? Theo hoped it was the latter. Just watching her walk towards the wizard made him grow hard. It really had been a long three weeks. 

"Adrian here has managed to slip under the radar since the start of all this. His grandfather Wilfrid went to school at the same time as Voldemort. In the mans defence, he wasn't one of the original death eaters. His son, John, didn't have the same fate. He got sucked in during his time in school, a few years ahead of your father. Adrian followed in his family footsteps. As we know, the Pucey family are rather big within the ministry, with John Pucey being rather influential within the Wizengamot. It turns out that Pucey has used that to his advantage since the minute he left Hogwarts. Well, during Hogwarts, too." 

Theo listened with rapt attention, still having no clue why Granger was bringing him in on this. 

"The Pucey family, like so many others, claimed they did Voldemorts bidding whilst under the imperius curse. They walked away completely unscathed, save for the few galleons they lost. John is one of the highest paid members of the ministry of magic, and he is the figurehead for many of the ideas that have come forth. Turns out, men who have five wives vanish from the face of the Earth tend to have tumultuous relationships with women. And the sons of those men, well." Hermione glared at the wizard on the cross, who appeared to be screaming something that could not be heard thanks to the witches silencing charm. 

"Adrian here likes two things about his victims. He likes them young, and he likes them unwilling. The first complaint ever brought forward against him was back when he was in his fourth year, when he raped his betrothed in a broom cupboard. Due to the families agreements, she didn't tell Dumbledore or any other member of staff. His father paid to make the situation go away, slapped Adrian on the wrist, and no other incidents that we know of occurred during his years at Hogwarts. Though there are many younger Slytherin girls with faulty memories." Theos stomach twisted as he looked up at the Slytherin he had once admired with disgust. 

"Unfortunately, the story gets darker from there. Adrian runs one of the largest trafficking rings that you are after. The one that he runs focuses mainly on children, with the youngest girl linked to the ring being less than ten years of age." Hermiones whole body shook, and Theo found himself almost weary on Adrians behalf. He had never in his life seen fury like it. The atmosphere itself seemed to thicken around her, reminding him of his own shadows. 

"Do you remember last year, when four girls were kidnapped from a wizarding orphanage?" Theos stomach turned hollow as he gaped at Granger. She nodded sadly, devastation overtaking the fury on her face for a brief moment before she clenched her jaw once more. "Randal, the wizard who broke into my flat, he sang like a canary. Told me all about Pucey, all about the ring that he works for. Usually they don't dabble in witches as old as me, but Adrians offer had been too good to miss. They knew getting their hands on me would bring them in some serious money. Randal wasn't used to fighting fully grown women, he was used to kidnapping children. And each child he stole, he stole on Adrians orders. He also told me how Adrian here likes to 'sample the goods'." She spat the last words with such venom that Adrian flinched. 

Theo stood for a moment, processing everything he had just learnt. If Granger was correct, if he was truly in charge of this ring, this was huge for their undercover team. This was the biggest lead they had had in ten years, and it was all thanks to Granger. 

"He can't live, Theo." The witch interrupted, her voice almost soft. "I know what you're thinking, and we can't do it. They are too rich, too powerful. There is nowhere he will stay imprisoned, not with half of the magical government behind him. If we could trust the law, I'd have all of them sat behind bars by now." 

"So why am I here?" He snapped. "Why not just do what you usually do, and leave us to clean up your mess?" 

"One bit of CCTV footage is hardly a mess, Theodore. And I got rid of the security guard myself, didn't I?" She scoffed. "You're here to see why I do what I do. To get the information, and take it back to your group-"

"You literally said I can take him to the authorities!" Theo argued, though he didn't know why. He didn't even want to do that. He wanted nothing more to release his shadows and tear the man limb from limb. 

"Well, I was lying! I didn't think you'd actually want to!"

"I don't!" He shouted back, angry and oh so confused by the entire situation. 

"Good!" Hermione roared in response before turning around and pointing her wand at Adrian. Judging by the full body flinch, Theo guessed he already knew what the wand of Bellatrix Lestrange was capable of. 

"She's fucking nuts, Nott!" Pucey suddenly screamed, his hoarse voice filling the cemetery. Theo immediately got to work silencing the area whilst listening to the wizard beg for his life. "Everything she's saying is fucking bullshit! I don't do anything but help run the brothels, I don't fucking kidna-AAH!" Adrian began convulsing and howling in agony as Granger shot him with silent spells. 

"Here's what going to happen, Adrian." Theo spoke calmly once Granger had finally finished the round of torture. Adrian watched Theo with wild eyes as the wizard walked closer, coming to stand directly below him. It was only thanks to the few streetlamps and the full moon that Theo could see the true terror within the wizards stare. "You're going to tell us everything. Every name, every significant place, every date, every event you can recall. I want enough information to fill the fucking Hogwarts library. And then maybe, just maybe, I might stop Granger here from killing you." 

Theos veins pulsed with adrenaline. He hadn't had excitement like this since the night he had killed Pansys brother, and oh he had missed it. He drank in the night like a cold glass of firewhisky, savouring the terror in the air. 

"I don't know anything, Nott! What the fuck is wrong with you?! When they find out you're working with the fucking mudblo-FUCK!" This time it was the result of Theos magic that cut the words off. His shadows had acted without conscious thought, darting out and slicing Adrians ankles deep enough for blood to start pouring down the statue. Theo grimaced and wandlessly healed the wounds just enough to lessen the blood flow, not wanting to end the fun before it began. "H-h-how did you do that? Only-" Adrians fear before had been nothing compared to now. Every ounce of colour had drained from the wizards face. 

"Only Voldemort himself could ever manage the shadows, and even he could barely do more than a party trick?" Theo answered for him, smirking as Grangers head shot to him in surprise. "Wouldn't you just love to know, Pucey." Theo laughed as his shadows crept over Adrians body, causing the wizard to freeze in horror. "Tell you what, tell me everything you know and I'll let you live long enough to find out how I can control the shadows. What do you say?" 

"Fuck you!" Pucey screamed. Theo shrugged nonchalantly before turning to Hermione.

"Well, Granger. Shall we see what we can manage together?" He asked, his voice low and seductive as he took in the witch biting her full bottom lip. She's enjoying this just as much as I am. 

No matter what he thought of, Theo could not get rid of the hard-on he was sporting. He had grown hard within the first ten minutes of watching Granger interrogate Pucey, and had grown harder by the second ever since. She had shed her outer robes, showing the skintight black trousers and top that hugged her figure so well Theo could barely take his eyes off her. He was stood back, watching as she carved the final rune into Puceys body. It had taken a while, but he had eventually given up more information than Theo had ever expected. A combination of crucio, cursed knives and shadows could bring out the best in someone, Theo supposed.

"It's such a shame, I think the poison on the blade is too strong. They just don't seem to last that long any more" Granger grumbled as she stepped back to admire her artwork. Thick black blood leaked from multiple wounds as well at Puceys eyes, ears, nose and mouth. Theo had seen many of Grangers victims, but he felt a thrill this time, having been there to witness the witch at work. It was art, the way she acquired information. The way she pushed bodies far past their pain thresholds. "I think I might have to alter the ingredients in the potion I might half the doxy eg-oh!" She had stepped back too far, walking backwards into Theo.

Without thinking, Theo grasped her shoulders and held her where she was, not yet willing to lose the heat of her body. Theo moved forward ever so slightly, pressing himself up against her body. The jolt he felt in response had him smirking as he leaned closer to Grangers ear. 

"Tell me to stop, Granger." The early winter sun was beginning to peak through the nights clouds, the whisper of morning beginning to appear. Hermione didn't respond as Theo pressed himself further against her, revelling in the friction between his hard length and her soft curves. "Tell me to stop, before I do something we both regret." He whispered into her ear, pushing her hair to the other side as his hands slid from her shoulders and down her body. One hand halted at her breasts whilst the other crept down her torso. He watched in satisfaction as goosebumps flared across her exposed skin, something even the bitter winter air hadn't elicited from the witch. 

"Use your safeword, Granger." He told her harshly as he began to single handedly unbutton her jeans and push his hand into her underwear. 

"No." Hermione panted, finally responding by pressing herself back against Theo, causing both of them to moan ever so slightly. That one word being all Theo needed, he grasped her breast more firmly whilst reaching lower into her underwear, seeking out the warmth between her legs. 

"Fuck, Granger. You're soaked." He breathed in disbelief. He had an idea that she was enjoying the night as much as he was, but he hadn't expected that. She squirmed in his arms as he began to kiss and suck her neck whilst rubbing his thumb against her clit. "You're as filthy as I am, aren't you?" Granger simply moaned in response as he pushed two fingers inside of her whilst working her clit faster. The witch bucked against him as he worked on her, moaning and panting already. "Fucking hell, look at you. So needy. We're in a fucking cemetery, and you can't get off quick enough. Do you get like this when you work alone? Do you fuck yourself with your fingers once you've finished the job? Answer me!" He pinched her nipple harshly through her shirt, making her jump.

"Y-yes! Fuck, yes. Sometimes." She admitted, writhing under his touch. "Fuck, Theo, I'm going to come." 

"Do it, come all over my fingers, Granger. Soak my hand - Show his body what consent looks like - Fucking hell, these noises - fucking Merlin - come while you look at what you did - look at the what you did to him, Granger - Never been so turned on in my fucking life -" He thrust himself against her, his own cock begging for release. That seemed to push Granger over the edge, her walls clenching around Theos fingers as she bucked and screamed, chanting his name as her come flooded his hand. 

Lust taking control, Theo removed his hands, using them to spin Granger around and capture her in a fierce kiss. Pressing himself against her, he pushed them both to the frosty grass and got to work on pulling down Hermiones trousers and underwear. He pulled away just long enough to release his aching cock before lining himself up and forcing himself into her, letting out a guttural moan as her warm cunt took him in. 

Hermione pulled him back down and continued the kiss, their teeth and tongues clashing as he began to thrust in and out of her. He knew he wouldn't last, which was why he had sorted her out first. 

"Fucking look at you." He told her, pulling back once more and appreciating the witch. She had drops of blood over her face, her hair was a wild mess, her eyes wide with list. She looked positively feral, and Theo had never been more attracted in his life. "I'm going to fuck you, and then I'm taking you back to the manor." He told her before moving to her neck and biting. Hard. Hermione screamed in pleasure, her hips rising to meet him thrust for thrust as he pounded into her on the cemetery floor. "Then I'm fucking you again and again to make up for the last three weeks." He promised. 

"Please, Theo" The witch begged as he continued to fuck her with abandon. Not needing any more words, he reached down once more and pinched her clit as he lifted one of her legs higher in the air, allowing him to fully bury himself in her. 

"Merlin, witch. I can't- fuck-" Theo felt himself tighten as he pinched harder, going dizzy as he watched the pain push Hermione over the edge for the second time as he emptied himself inside of her with a loud groan. Three weeks of his own hand hadn't come close to the feeling of ecstasy that Granger had just given him.  

"Fucking hell." Theo pulled back and stood, reaching a hand out to Granger to help her up. He had spent the past few weeks telling himself he would work on aftercare, but the floor was freezing. He would show off his new cuddling skills in the manor. Grangers chest was heaving as she pulled her clothes back on. 

"I'm just going to clean away any traces we've left." Granger explained, stepping away from Theo without looking at him. A strange feeling bloomed in his gut as he watched her take two steps forwards. 

"Granger, wait-" He reached out to stop her, not wanting her to leave his side. Granger moved quicker, running out of his arms reach.

"Granger-FUCK!" With a pop! the witch had disappeared, leaving Theo with his trousers round his ankles and only the dead body of Adrian Pucey for company. 

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Hermione watched the drizzle make it's way down the large kitchen window whilst Pansy continued to tell her every detail of the wedding that would never take place. Christmas had come and gone without any fanfare, and it was now the first week of January. The weather seemed to feel the same way about the current state of the world as Hermione did, seeing as it had barely stopped raining in weeks. She sighed and took a sip of her wine, wishing it was something far stronger. 

Papers had announced the disappearances of a fair few ministry officials since the heavily edited memory of Adrian Puceys confessions landed on the desk of the French Auror office, leading to the underground rebels groups having a fair bit of work to do. But still, it wasn't enough. They hadn't gotten to the main source of power within the country, and she knew without a doubt that Adrian had managed to keep the most powerful names to himself. 

"If you keep scowling like that, the wind will change and your face will be stuck like that forever." Pansy scolded, causing Hermione to jump and glance sheepishly at the witch. 

"Sorry, I was zoning out." Hermione admitted sheepishly. Pansy simply laughed, a delicate sound that Hermione hated. It was rare that anyone managed to get a true, screeching laugh from Pansy. Pureblood society had almost entirely stamped it out of her. 

"Come on, tell me whatever you can." The witch said with a kind eye roll as she topped their glasses up. 

Hermione opened her mouth, a slew of excuses on the tip of her tongue, when her phone began to ring. She and Pansy both furrowed their brows at each other whilst Hermione reached into her pocket for the device, sighing in relief when she saw the name on the screen. 

"Hiya, Gin." She answered brightly. It had been a while since they had spoken. 

"Hermione!" Ginny cried down the phone. "I've got rid of them for the night, and you need to come and get drunk with me! Lavender can't bloody drink and I'm bored." Hermione laughed, but didn't really have an answer. 

"Sorry, Gin, I-"

"No! No excuses! The boys are gone all night, you don't have to see them! Please, Mione" Ginny sounded genuinely emotional. "I haven't seen you in so long, and I have so much to talk to you about! I'm not above begging." Hermione rolled her eyes at Pansy, who returned the gesture. 

"Can I bring Pansy?" Hermione asked, grinning evilly at the look of horror that appeared on Pansys face. 

Half an hour later, Hermione was tugging a grumbling Pansy through the front door of Grimmauld Place, completely ignoring the way the witch muttered under her breath about pushy witches. 

"Hermione!" Ginny squealed as she ran towards her, causing Hermione to grunt when the full weight of the witch almost toppled her over. 

"Sorry about her." Lavender laughed from the doorway of the kitchen. "It's been a while since we've seen anyone other than our husbands, and she's had a fair few drinks. Hello, Hermione. Hello, Pansy." Hermione smiled at Lavender genuinely whilst Pansy simply gave a brief nod before continuing to eye the house around her in disgust. 

While the home was now cleaner than ever, it still had a lot of the original décor. It was dark and dreary, the previous owners truly leaving their mark. 

"It's hard to redecorate an entire house when you can't actually leave said house to go to the shop." Lavender explained, a mixture of embarrassment and defensiveness etched in her voice. 

"I can appreciate that." Pansy agreed solemnly. "I apologise. My mother had similar tastes. It...I apologise."  

After some more stilted conversation, the four witches made their way to the kitchen where Kreacher was dishing some food onto the table. The elf simply glared at Hermione before he noticed Pansy, the elf suddenly dropping to a bow so low he bumped his head on the floor. 

"A Parkinson! Mistress with be so pleased that a Parkinson graces our home with her presence, yes she will!" Hermione simply watched as Pansy grimaced and said hello to the elf, who promptly burst into tears and fled the room. When the three witches stared at Pansy in shock she simply shrugged.

"The Parkinson name once meant a lot within society, especially the darker sides of it. But that's nothing. If you ever want a real show, invite Draco over." Hermione felt her cheeks flush at the mere mention of Malfoy as she filled her glass with firewhisky, grateful for the stronger drinks available. "Other family elves literally throw themselves at Dracos feet. If you ever want to know how powerful somebody in pureblood society is, watch the way house elves treat them." 

"Merlin. Hermione, if you told Kreacher you're fucking a Malfoy, Nott and Zabini all at once he may finally say hello to you." The room seemed to freeze in time as every drop of blood left Hermiones face. After an unknown amount of time, a horrendous squawking noise left Pansys mouth, filling the kitchen with the most unladylike laugh Hermione had ever heard in her life. 

"Oh, Weasley. Straight in for the kill, I see." Pansy wheezed as she cooled down, wiping tears from her eyes. Ginny looked awfully pleased with herself, and Lavender was attempting to hide her own grin. 

"H...how do you know?" Hermione asked, failing to keep her embarrassment at bay. 

"Ron and Harry came home in December flustered and stressed. We got them drunk and they begged us to obliviate certain aspects of a conversation they had with the wizards. Your truth serum is phenomenal, really." All the blood returned to Hermiones face as she turned bright red. 

"Truth serum?!" Pansy asked. "What on Earth did you do, Granger?" Hermione grimaced under the amused glare of Pansy. 

"She tied the three of them up and left them in their own dungeon, full of truth serum that made them tell Harry and Ron many of the details of their sex life." Lavender answered matter of factly. 

"You told me they pissed you off a bit, so you'd rather come and stay with me! Nothing about that!" Pansy was furious over her lack of knowledge, and Hermione winced guiltily. 

"In my defence, I didn't think anybody would turn up to rescue them so soon. Nobody was supposed to know any of it." She admitted. 

"What did they do to piss you off so much? We couldn't actually figure that one out, seeing as by the sounds of it, the minute Harry and Ron asked all three of them answered at once and just kept talking about your sex life. The boys blocked it out and left them in the dungeon until they stopped." Pansy let out another peal of laughter alongside Ginny and Lavender whilst Hermione prayed for the ground to swallow her. 

"I...you know what, give me that." Hermione snatched the bottle of firewhisky from Pansys hand and guzzled far too much, setting her insides ablaze as she tried to drink away the shame of the conversation. "I'm not talking about this." She declared in between coughs, wiping tears away and regretting her decision. 

"Oh, come on, don't be a spoilsport." Ginny pouted. "We have no fun here, give us something." 

"Pansys shacking up with Neville." Hermione supplied easily, smirking at the Slytherin as she glared. 

"Ooh! I heard Ron on about that, they're all in a tizz because Neville has hidden his house and they think Hermione is hiding there. I'm guessing we're to keep our mouths shut?" Lavender asked, her brown eyes alive from the gossip. 

Hermione simply shrugged. As long as nobody was given access, she was safe at Longbottom manor. And her meeting with Theo had proven that he didn't want to hurt her, hadn't it? "Eh, it's not that big of a deal now." She admitted. "You don't have to keep anything hidden, I suppose, but we would prefer you not to run and tell them at the first chance too." Lavender nodded in understanding. 

"Is it true Nevilles shlong is literally massive?" Ginny asked, far too inebriated to give a damn about the other conversation. Pansy chuckled once more at Hermiones side, completely unphased.

"I've been a stripper for ten years, and it's by far one of the most impressive ones I've seen." Pansy answered with a devilish smirk. Ginny matched Pansys expression, the pair seeming to come to a silent friendship in a matter of seconds, before turning her mischievous eyes onto Hermione. 

"So which Slytherin is the most well endowed, Mi?"  

Hermione sighed, reaching back for the firewhisky.

The four witches had long moved into the sitting room, hours into their gathering and many bottles of alcohol deep. They had all caught up on the last ten years, with Pansy slotting into the group easily. They discussed everyone they had been to school with, and what they were doing now. Though the knowledge on the men compared to the women was vast, something that deeply troubled all of them. Many of the girls they had once walked alongside in corridors had now vanished from the face of the earth, or they were hidden away either with their husbands or in brothels. From what Lavender and Ginny had heard from Harry and Ron over the years, sometimes both options were as bad as each other. Many men had shown their true colours over the years, and women were victims both inside and outside of their homes. The thoughts made Hermiones stomach turn. 

Having enough of the depressing conversation, and being far more drunk than the others, Ginny decided to cheer everybody up by sharing far too many explicit details of her and Harry's sex life, something Pansy was quick to join in on. Hermione, thankfully, wasn't pregnant, and so she could continue to pour alcohol down her throat to blur the words coming from Ginnys mouth. Lavender had no such luck, and so she decided to gossip. Loudly. 

"Parvati swore on my life that the story was true!" Lavender squealed, somehow just as giggly as the other girls without a drop of alcohol in her system. It was impressive what some socialising could do to a person after years locked away with barely any company. That was a sobering thought, but the copious amounts of alcohol flowing through Hermiones body managed to wash it away. 

"So, Seamus Finnigan is running an illegal drug ring in his pub?" Hermione asked with a snort. 

"It's where all the gossip comes from, apparently. Not much business goes down in the brothels, you know? So many of the men these days go and drink in his pub. Almost everyone is glamoured or under polyjuice potion, but still." Lavender kept explaining, though Hermione didn't understand much of anything. 

"Oh yes, the poor men." Pansy sneered. "They've only got brothels, and strip clubs, and a few pubs left. However will they go about their despicable business." The venom was palpable. 

"Hear, he-he" Ginny mumbled, lifting her glass of wine in enthusiastic agreement as she slurred. 

"But drugs?" Hermione couldn't understand why Seamus, someone once so good and kind, would be dabbling in these businesses. 

"Money is money, Hermione. And he's a half-blood trying to keep his head above water and keep his own wife and family safe." Seamus had married Romilda Vane some years back, apparently. "He doesn't sell drugs or anything, just lets some shady people use the basement of the pub for business. Gambling and such. It's where a lot of the gossip and information comes from." Hermione furrowed her brows. She knew Seamus owned a pub, but had no idea it was so...integrated within the goings-on of the wizarding world. Internally, she kicked herself. How had she overlooked this?

"Huh." Hermione answered coherently, not at all absolutely smashed. 

Pansy and ginny continued their conversation whilst Hermione dwelled on what she had learned. She would have to get into the pub, of course. And down to the basement. Who knew what leads she had missed out on by not having access. 

"Don't do it, Hermione." Lavender warned quietly, keeping an eye on the other two witches to ensure they weren't listening. 

"Do...what?" Hermione asked slowly. 

"Don't go there. I know you're up to something. Ron talks in his sleep. Don't go there alone and put yourself in danger." Lavender looked almost stern as she scolded Hermione, who found she didn't quite have the nerve to meet the witches eye. "This is a dangerous time for everyone, and you once saved my life by killing Greyback. So I want to help keep yours safe in return. Seamus's pub is not safe for women, do you understand?" Hermione nodded dully before standing and making her way to the kitchen, deciding to take a break at drinking for a while.

Unsurprisingly, the topic of the Slytherins had been bought up again. Even with the slight break from drinking, Hermione was still thoroughly pissed, which made her far too willing to share intimate details of her time with the snakes. It was a rather horrendous conversation, and she knew the boys wouldn't be impressed, but fuck them. They had disrespected her privacy often enough. 

"So they were fucking you for three years under polyjuice, filming it, watching it, and didn't say a word to you when you turned up on their island?" Lavender asked, her cheeks flushed from the tone of the conversation.

"Pretty much." Hermione agreed with a nod.

"And that...that isn't why you're angry with them?" She clarified. 

"Uh...I suppose not. The filming thing isn't great, but they are all far too selfish to share things like that with others. Only they have access to the feed." Now, she added in her head with a grimace. How Avery had managed to access it she didn't know, but he was gone now. 

"What did they do to piss you off then, if that didn't do it?" Pansy asked, sounding slightly horrified. 

"They, ah, crossed a boundary I wasn't fully aware that I had. Not many things trigger me, but that did, I s-suppose. It reminded me of something else, and set me off a bit. They didn't actually mean any harm. They're all rather possessive of me, I think?. They told me under the truth serum that they would never intentionally harm me, and I believe them." Hermione babbled, not wanting to go into further detail and yet somehow being unable to shut up. She reminded herself of her own truth serum, actually. 

"And you haven't seen them since?" Lavender asked, the woman all ears even as she yawned. The first trimester had been going okay so far, but she was experiencing a lot of exhaustion and it had been a long night.

"I...I saw Theo, for a bit, a few weeks back." She admitted, biting her teeth and avoiding Pansys eyes. 

"And did you talk?"

"Uh...I suppose."

"You fucked, didn't you?" Ginny asked with a laugh. 

"Well..." Sniggers filled the room as Hermione stared at the floor. 

"Do you feel unsafe around them?" Lavender asked, her voice calm and collected compared to the squealing coming from Pansy and Ginny.

"No!" Hermione answered quickly. "No, I don't feel unsafe."

"Did they...hurt you?" 

"In a way, but-"

"But Hermione here fucking loves pain, so that wasn't the problem." Pansy interrupted. 

"Ooh, I love a bit of pain too. I like it when Harry-"

"Ah! Nobody asked!" Hermione shouted, refusing to hear the words. She felt terrible that he and Ron had learned things about her sex life, but that did not need to be reciprocated. 

"So what is the problem?" Lavender asked once more. "From what I gather, you all share the same sexual interests. They clearly have some sort of attachment to you, if after three years they are still interested, they were happy to keep you hidden away in their manor. What's putting you off?"

Hermione grimaced as she thought about the question. What was putting her off from them?

"I...I worry that I may want them to want me for more than sex, and they only see me as a sexual object. I like sex, but-"

"But feeling as though the person, or people, you are emotionally invested in only see you as a means for sexual gratification can be upsetting, especially if you have unconventional kinks such as being degraded, humiliated and hurt?" Pansy answered easily, causing Hermione to gasp in shock. "I'm guessing that you were starting to feel more for them, and then they crossed the boundary, and you immediately felt like nothing but an object for them, and it made you feel upset and uncomfortable and so you ran away. But now you're a bit lost, because you also have a high sex drive which is now not being met, and so you're grumpy and horny and miserable because apparently the brightest witch of our age is incapable of having a simple conversation." 

Hermione simply sat there gaping at Pansy, completely unaware of what to say. 

"How do you...? How did you...?"

"I've worked with horny men for ten years, and I am now in a relationship with the most emotionally mature man I've ever met. We talk about this stuff all the time. Making sure you're on the same page as someone is vital, even with boring vanilla sex. No offense, Lav." Lavender simply laughed, completely unoffended, with a slight gleam in her eye. "When you're spicing things up, you really need to be on the same page. Otherwise lines are blurred and feelings are hurt. Exhibit A." Pansy waved a hand at Hermione unnecessarily. 

"Well...what do you suggest?" She asked hopefully, annoyed that she hadn't come clean about all of this with Pansy sooner. Hermione was so used to keeping everything bottled up, she had forgotten that friendships were for more than standard chit-chat. 

"I'm saying this for two reasons. Firstly, I love you and I want you to be happy and get laid in any which way you deserve. Secondly, you have killed mine and Nevilles sex life. I really miss getting fucked on the kitchen table." 

"And you all tell me to stop talking about my sex life." Ginny grumbled, making Hermione laugh. 

"What you're going to do, is go to the bathroom and freshen yourself up. Top your mascara up, pop some perfume on. Then you're going to use that hidden portkey of yours to turn up at their manor, and you're going to tell them everything you've just told us. But first, one more shot of firewhisky for confidence." The Slytherin explained, pouring a double shot for Hermione. 

It all seemed like a brilliant plan to Hermione, and she found herself once more questioning why she hadn't come to Pansy before. Clearly, the witch knew everything. 

A loud bang caused Draco to shoot up, his senses immediately waking up as he darted out of bed and towards Grangers room, his blood rushing to his ears as he heard more bangs and feminine curses coming from the witches room. He was unsurprised to see Theo and Blaise darting out of Theos room, each of them looking as startled as Draco felt. 

"Granger what the fuck?" Draco hissed when he stormed into the room and saw Granger stumbling around the room, clutching her stomach with one hand whilst she ran her other hand along the wall, apparently looking for something. 

"Stupid fucking magic manors" She was grumbling to herself as Draco illuminated the room. "Why the fuck do none of you have light switches?!" At least, that's what Draco assumed she was saying, as she was slurring rather a lot. "Oh!" She straightened once the light filled the room, her glassy eyes swooping over Draco, Theo and Blaise who all stood in the doorway in various stages of shock and irritation.

"What are you doing here, Hermione?" Blaise asked coldly. Draco watched as hurt flashed across the clearly intoxicated witches face, hating himself for the way he wanted to immediately help her feel better. He forced himself to remain where he was, reminding himself that she had left for a reason and refused to return, leaving Theo in the cemetery. 

"I...ah, Pansy sent me. To talk. About..." She trailed off, biting her full bottom lip as she ran a hand through her wild locks. Draco clenched his jaw, wanting nothing more than to take over both of those jobs.

"About...?" Theo questioned, his own eyes narrowed. Hermione leaving him had somehow amused him and pissed him off, he changed his mind on which emotion he felt daily.

"Feelings." The witch admitted with a grimace. "I'm not good at it, but she said I have to do it whilst I'm drunk so that we can all be on the same page." Draco shot forward as the witch wobbled ever so slightly and put an arm around her waist before guiding her to the edge of the bed. His whole body relaxed the minute they made contact, something he did not want to think about. He also didn't want to think about the way Granger immediately leaned into him, not even hesitating to trust him in her drunken state. 

"You sm-smell so good." She mumbled, the alcohol clearly taking her over the edge. Draco couldn't stop the smirk that took over his face.

"And you smell like a brewery." He admitted in response. "What feelings, exactly, are we discussing?" He continued.

"Ours, apparently." The witch responded with a yawn. "Forgot how comfy this bed was. Nevilles is lumpy."

"You slept in Longbottoms bed?!" Theo snapped, eyes ablaze. Draco felt his own jealousy roar through him at the words. Wasn't he fucking Parkinson? 

"Spare room, idiots." Granger grumbled as she sank back onto the bed and crawled towards the pillow, not caring about the fact she was fully dressed in jeans and a jumper. Draco felt himself calm down considerably as she rested her feet on Dracos lap. 

"What feelings of yours do you want to tell us about, Granger?" 

"Don't wanna just be your sex toy." She mumbled into the pillow, seemingly embarrassed even in her drunken state. Draco grimaced at the words, but waited to see if she would elaborate. 

"Is that how we made you feel, Hermione?" Blaise asked softly as he moved his way to the bed and crouched by Hermiones head, gently brushing hair from her face as Draco removed her shoes and began to rub her feet. 

"Mm-hmm." She grumbled. "I know-I know I like it, but not all the time, you know?. I-I'm a person, too." Another long yawn. "Once on a Thursday was one thing. But every single day gets a bit much."

"Are you interested in us for more than just sex, Granger? Is that what you're saying?" Draco asked, embarrassed  by how loud his pulse was thundering. Hermione nodded slightly, her cheeks turning pink. "And you think we only want you for sex, and that's why you ran?" The witch nodded again. "But we told you, under truth serum, that it was more than that for us and you still ran. Why?"

Hermione stared across the room at Theo for a while before answering. "I was embarrassed. What you did to me...what took place when I was unconscious triggered some things, and it threw me off. I was defending myself, in my own way." That made sense. 

"Triggered what?" Theo asked, his voice hard. Though he didn't seem angry at Hermione. 

"Please...I can't." The pain in her voice caused Draco to freeze. 

"Did someone hurt you, Granger?" He asked through his own clenched teeth. His heart stuttered when she nodded once more. 

"Who?" He asked, causing Granger to shake her head and push herself back into sitting.

"No. Not...not tonight. I've had a good night. I...I can't. Please." She was bordering on hysterical, her eyes filling with tears. In seconds, Blaise sat on the other side of Hermione. Theo seemed to be arguing with himself before sighing and making his own way to the bed and sitting behind Hermione. 

"We do care for you Granger, and in more ways than just sexual. We meant what we said in the dungeon. None of us are exactly fully functioning adults, but we are willing to try and do whatever you need for us to be able to keep you around." Draco told her, wincing at the words he was using. It all sounded more like a shoddy business deal rather than three wizards trying to woo a witch. 

"Theo's even been practicing hugging, Granger. He knows you seem to enjoy hugging Draco after sex, and he is trying to get better at it so he can hug you, too." Blaise told her, causing Theos cheeks to turn bright pink. Hermione beamed, turning to Theo and kissing him on the cheek. 

"You left me in a cemetery." Theo told her, narrowing his eyes in a somewhat playful manner. 

"I did." Hermione laughed. "I froze again. I didn't know what would happen if I came back here. I'm sorry."

"You're drunk and emotional tonight, so here's what's going to happen. You and Draco are going to sleep in here, Blaise too if he wants. I'm working on aftercare, but sharing a bed with three people over night is never going to happen." Granger laughed once more at that. "I'll let you sleep and sober up, and we will talk more tomorrow. But you will be punished for leaving me, do you understand, little witch?" 

Draco felt the air change in the room as he watched Hermiones eyes widen with a mixture of fear and arousal. "Yes, sir." She answered breathily. 

"Ah, get that look off your face. Nothing but sleep tonight." Draco scolded both himself and Hermione, willing his dick to leave the conversation. He smirked as Hermione grumbled something about horny boys being unfair. 

Blaise and Theo took their leave not long after, leaving Hermione to get into bed. Draco was grateful that she was trusting him to sleep in the room with her, he hadn't enjoyed his time in bed alone over the last few weeks. He had barely spent time with Theo and Blaise, leaving them to use each other whilst he had mostly been visiting the pensive and using his hand to do the job. 

He had missed Granger, far more than he had ever expected himself to. 

"Draco?" Hermione mumbled sleepily from the pillow next to him, a soft hand coming to rest on his face. 

"Yes, love?" He asked back quietly. 

"I'm glad I didn't murder you." Draco simply huffed in response, his blood turning slightly cold at the prospect.

How one witch could be so alluring and terrifying at once, he'd never know. But what he did know, was that he had gotten Hermione Granger back, and he wouldn't be letting her leave again. 

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Hermiones head pounded as she made her way to the kitchen, wincing with every step. Upon waking up alone back in her bedroom in the manor, she had considered running away once more in embarrassment but had pulled on her big girl pants and decided to stay, opting to go and hunt for a hangover potion instead. As she barely drank, Hermione didn't see the point in wasting resources on the potion. Oh, how she regretted that. 

"Good morning, Hermione." Blaises smooth voice cut through her internal whining as she entered the kitchen and saw all three wizards sat at the large table. Her stomach grumbled at the sight of four full English breakfasts, three in front of the Slytherins and one in what she was hoping was her chair. Hermione remained silent as she sat in the chair next to Theo, opposite Blaise and Draco.

"Good morning." She mumbled, being both too embarrassed and far too hungover to look at any of them.

"Do you want this, Granger?" Malfoy asked, making her look up in confusion. He was holding out a light green potion, one she recognised immediately. As Hermione reached for it, Malfoy pulled his hand back with a cruel grin. 

"We have a condition, Hermione." Blaise explained, holding out a clear vial Hermione also recognised. "To get the hangover potion, you need to take the veritaserum."

Hermione grimaced before choosing her words as carefully as she could. "There, ah, there isn't any point." She admitted, staring at her breakfast with longing. Couldn't they let her start eating before all of this?

"And why is that?" Theo asked, his voice cold as ice from beside her. 

"I built up a tolerance. The only truth serum that works is my own, and that's why I use it when interrogating. Many death eaters are now tolerant to veritaserum also." 

"How in Salazars name did you manage that?" Draco asked, looking confused and impressed all at once. 

"I'll take it and show you, and then I'll tell you everything. Please just let me have the hangover cure, my head is thumping." Was she pouting? Possibly. Immediately Draco and Blaise handed the potions to Hermione, who drank both with ease. Within seconds, she felt like herself again. 

"Oh my god, thank you." She cried with happiness before tucking into some bacon and humming. The others tucked in, nothing but the sounds of cutlery filling the room for a while before Blaise spoke up once more. 

"What house were you in, Hermione?" He asked easily. 

"Hufflepuff." She answered without missing a beat.

"And who were your best friends?"

"Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan. "

"And your favourite class?" 

"Potions. I especially enjoyed Snapes way of teaching, it bought me nothing but joy."

"How the fuck are you doing that?!" Theo cried, interrupting the pair. "And why didn't you do it in the library when Blaise and I- Oh, fuck me." 

Hermione bit her lip to hide the smirk as she looked back at her plate, warmth flushing her cheeks. "I really hope you didn't actually give the brewer that thousand galleons, Blaise. I had control over every single thing I told you both. I'm willing to sit and tell the three of you everything, seeing as you now know my deepest secret and haven't ran to the authorities. However, if you don't trust me, I am willing to take one drop of my own truth serum. I would..." She grimaced. "If this is going to happen, I would like all of us to be on the same page. Not a single secret or lie between any of us." She looked around at the wizards, assessing them. 

Each of them stared at Hermione with mixed expressions. Draco looked begrudgingly impressed, Blaise remained as cold and impassive as ever and Theo had his brows furrowed in contemplation. 

"Tell you what." It was Blaise who spoke, seemingly the most neutral of the three. "You sit and tell us everything, no potion included. Start from whatever you consider to be the beginning. We'll ask questions when we see fit. If I think you're lying, you can take the potion. Once you're done, you can then ask us whatever you want. Does that seem fair?" Hermione nodded as she finished one of her hash browns, savouring the crispy texture she loved. It was reasonable, and she would much rather not have to take her own serum. 

Hermione ate one more mouthful whilst she deliberated over what part of her story to begin on. With a deep breath, she made her decision and began talking. 

"I obliviated my parents, at the end of sixth year. Wiped their entire memories of me, sent them off to Australia. Sold their dental practise. Then of course I went on the run with Ron and Harry, had an unfortunate encounter with you in your manor, Malfoy." Draco winced from across the table. "I think I lost part of myself that day. I still had a fair bit left, though. I lost a bit more, the day of the battle. Killing for the first time...watching people die. I went straight to Australia, found my parents, and I...I couldn't get their memories back. Slowly, I was losing more and more of myself. I was struggling. I heard of some specialists in subjects I enjoyed, and I decided that instead of returning to Hogwarts I would spend some time travelling and learning from the best. I...I didn't realise that many countries throughout Europe were crawling with death eaters. I...I wasn't paying attention, I was buried deep in occlumency and depression. I was just walking through a wizarding village in Dijon one minute, and the next..." Hermione gripped her cutlery so hard it bit into the palm of her hand, her arm shaking slightly. She hadn't spoken about this, not once. 

"The next, I woke up surrounded by death eaters. I-I don't need to tell you what they did. They took the last part of myself that I clung to. I was there for two days, before Louisa, the wonderful potions master I had been working with, had noticed my absence and alerted the local authorities. They sent an undercover group of aurors to find me, and that was how I discovered the first rebel group. I think a few of them have worked with some of the teams you work with, though many of them prefer more...unconventional methods. The death eaters ran, but I tracked them down eventually. I spent time with rebel groups all over Europe, learning to fight and defend myself. I promised I would never allow myself to be so weak and vulnerable again, and I promised I would kill every last death eater that took advantage of women." Hermione wiped a tear from her face, refusing to look at any of the Slytherins whilst she spoke. 

"During my time in France, Louisa helped me build a tolerance to many potions and poisons. The wonderful thing about magical potions is that once you build up a tolerance, you're tolerant for life. Unlike muggle poisons, which you need to take for the rest of your life. Louisa now knows far more about me than any other person on Earth, but it was worth it. I developed my own truth serum with Louisa, as well as the poison I use on my cursed blade. We also studied Herbology, but mostly in relation to the potions."

"The rebels started bringing me on their missions, allowing me to help them hunt down death eaters. They taught me ways of tracking, ways to hide myself. It wasn't long until I also began to work alone. I slowly made my way through many countries in Europe, leaving a trail of bodies behind me as I expanded my education. Though, in the name of honesty, there are still five or six bodies that haven't been found. Eventually I made it to Croatia, where I was working with an ex-auror who taught me more about dark magic than I had ever learnt before. Hector was fascinating, truly. We entered a relationship of sorts, and he helped me to work through my fears after what I had been through, though I never actually told him what had happened, but he was smart enough to put the pieces together. Conveniently, we found the entire group of death eaters, hiding away. D-D-Dolohov, he was one of them. Slimy bastard. I tortured him for days. I left the bodies all together, with their penises cut off and 'Rapist' carved into their chests. It was the most therapeutic thing I have ever done, and no murder has come close." Hermione sighed almost wistfully as she remembered the day she had gotten her revenge. 

"Anyway. I spent seven years in Europe. Some countries I only spent a few months in, others longer. I worked alongside countless witches and wizards of all calibres. I hunted and killed countless death eaters. I hid my darker sides away behind layers and layers of occlumency. I heard rumours of what was going on over here, but I didn't really read the papers or anything. I was so consumed with what I was doing, I barely spared a thought for this country. But a letter from Ginny alerted me to the state of the country, and I decided it was time to come home and see what I could do. I'll admit, it's much harder to track down and hunt death eaters that are hiding in broad daylight whilst you're not allowed to even walk down a street alone. But I managed, somewhat. I got the Carrow brother first, a couple more from there."

"As you know, Pansy bumped into me and got me a job in your club and let me live with her. I owe her my life for that, and that's a debt I take very seriously. Through working in the club, I managed to get a fair bit of information. Harry and Ron won't tell me a thing, you see. I truly believed that they didn't care until you all told me they were working with you. One of the girls in the club alerted me to a sanctuary, where I started spending a few days a week. Victims who have managed to run away or who were discarded from brothels and left to die found their way to them, and I did all I could to help. T-that's where I was going, when I started leaving the manor. But I'll get back to that."

The rest of her breakfast had gone cold, but Hermiones appetite was gone. Talking about all of this, being so honest, she wasn't used to it. She felt vulnerable and she didn't like it. 

"Of course, I met Andrew, who I now know was you, Malfoy. He...you were the bit of light, I suppose. An hour a week where I let my true self show, where I pushed all thoughts of the cruelties of the world from my mind. An hour a week where I got to indulge in things that were perhaps rather unconventional, but that felt good all the same. It was an hour a week where I could breathe without feeling the weight of the world on my lungs. I...I started hearing the girls talking about Avery. He was leaving the premises for meetings quite often. He was snapping at a few of the girls, or walking into private rooms and lingering. Walked into the girls changing room a few times, too. And he started keeping the younger girls around him. He was going to be my next target even before I ended up at your door. I just didn't realise he was also targeting me. I don't need to tell you about my flat again, but it was all set up by him. He was in huge debt, and attempted to use me to pay it. When that didn't work, he sold some other strippers. Also, he was stealing money from you the entire time. He was pocketing Marleys pay, the women who lived in the flats were paying him out of their own pocket. I figured it out within a week of Blaise giving me the paperwork, and I hid it from you all. I'm sorry for that." Hermione took another deep breath before drinking some water, her voice hoarse from all the talking. 

"I didn't trust any of you." She admitted. "When I turned up on your door, I saw an opportunity, nothing more. I assumed I could stay safe and hidden with you, and maybe find out some bits of information about death eaters. The first week I was sort of in a daze, I'll admit. Then the library happened. I was in control of everything I said, I'm afraid. I told you what I know you wanted to hear. I had seen the way you all looked at me when you thought I wasn't paying attention, and though I can tolerate veritaserum, I can feel the tell tale signs of it. The pull to tell the truth. I knew what you had dosed me with, and I knew I had to play the part. Showing my tolerance would have made you ask a fair few questions, right? I had an act to keep up. You thought I was just Hermione, the nosey Gryffindor you all knew from school who now enjoyed having her body be used. I put together that you owned the strip club fairly quickly, recognising Averys initials on the paperwork. Things all slotted together pretty quickly from there, with a phone call to Pansy confirming everything. It wasn't hard to then realise that you were my Thursday visitors. It was relieving, in a sick way, that it was you three and not actual death eaters. Though the CCTV footage, I'm not a fan of that. I hope you all know that Avery managed to hack into the feed. He paid for the intrusion." 

A glance up revealed three furious faces, confirming Hermione suspicions. Though they didn't mind sharing her with each other, the thought of another person seeing her filled them with anger. She'd have to get a mind healer one day to explain why she liked that so much, but for now she tucked it away. 

"Things were going well, living here. I was beginning to trust you. I had long talked myself out of killing you, believing that you truly weren't bad people. You were three young boys, neglected by your own families, forced into tumultuous lives you didn't want to lead. The only people you had killed were Pansys family, and they deserved to die. I visited the sanctuary and found out the last bits of information I needed about Avery, and I planned on sharing it with you all. Then I had an awful day, and I dropped my occlumency shields, and then I... I woke up, covered in bites and bruises and...and it was just like France." All three wizards blanched as Hermione glared, clenching her jaw so hard it ached. 

"I...I thought that I had taken control of my body. I thought that I had wielded my demons, embraced them. I enjoyed being used by you all, seeking my own pleasure in the sick way we all behaved. And you're right, I knew what I was signing up to in the owlery when I agreed to give you all my bodies. But that...waking up in almost the exact situation, when my mind was already so fragile. I...honestly, I almost killed you all without even hearing your side. It took me hours to calm myself down enough to decide on a plan of action. I was going to torture and kill each of you. But my truth serum did it's job, and I know you didn't mean harm, at least not psychological harm. I enjoy pain. I enjoy being used. I can see where the lines blurred. I didn't even realise it would be such a trigger for me until that moment, and I like to think each of you will never put me through that again. Anyway, I did what I did and went on my way. Killed Avery, found of some names and details for the men he worked with. Killed them too. Ended up with Adrian Puceys name, which I invited you along to. I figured that you had enough information to get me arrested, and you hadn't acted on it. Though Neville did tell me Ron and Harry had been sniffing around, so I wasn't entirely sure. I decided to invite you along to see how you would behave, what you would do." 

"And then you left me there." Theo cut in, her first interruption throughout the entire story. 

"I...did. I wasn't expecting what had happened to happen, and it threw me off. I was embarrassed, and I ran. I apologise for that."

"But how were you leaving the island? We have anti-apparation wards, the land is unplottable. Even if you made a portkey to leave, you shouldn't have been able to get back." Blaise asked, and Hermione found she couldn't hide the slight smile that appeared on her face. 

"It's a really clever bit of magic, actually! I read about it in one of the magical transportation books in your library. It was a bit tricky, as I could only really do it when the three of you were in a deep sleep. It's a portkey, but it's linked to your wards, so that you couldn't detect any of the magic being used on the estate. I can use it to go anywhere I need, and then use it to get back to the estate. Once out of the estate, I can only use it to travel back, but of course I can apparate so that is no problem." 

"Oh yes, no problem at all." Malfoy sneered, speaking for the first time. "You turn up here, lie, plan to kill us all and you run around here there and everywhere when we are trying to hide you and keep you safe! Do you know how much fucking danger you have been putting yourself in, Granger?" 

Oh, Malfoy was furious. Hermione had never seen a vein on somebodies neck pulse quite so much. Blaise remained cool, whereas Theo was smirking as though an angry Draco was his favourite source of entertainment. 

"Did you hear the part where I said I've killed countless death eaters, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped, her defences snapping into place. "I am the danger." 

To her utmost irritation, Malfoy simply scoffed in response. "Oh yes, Granger. Did you feel that way when you were captured in France?" Hermione blanched, her stomach bottoming out. 

"They paid for what they did, I got my revenge!" She practically screamed across the table. 

"It should never have happened! There is only one of you, and countless of them! It only takes one-"

"Don't you dare victim blame me!" She screeched, her voice rising higher as she pushed herself up from the table. "I have every right to roam freely and-"

"I'm not victim blaming, you stupid witch! I'm trying to keep you safe. Of course you should have every right, but at this present time you don't, and you're foolish to believe you can just waltz around playing Joan of fucking Arc and saving the entire country with a fucking bounty on your head!"

"Well I've been waltzing around perfectly fine so far! You can't just hold me hostage here-"

"I can and I fucking will!" Draco was now stood, the pair leaning over the table towards each other as they roared in each others faces. "You will not leave this island without one of us, you will tell us every piece of information you have and we will work together as a fucking team, or so help me Merlin I will tie you up in the dungeon and you will never see the light of day again!" 

"Draco-" Hermione barely heard Blaise over the sounds of her own indignant fury. 

"Shut up, Blaise. It's just getting interesting." 

"I'd like to see you fucking try! I came back here as a curtesy, I am nobodies prisoner!"

"Oh, pull the other one! You were drunk and horny, nothing more." Draco spat. "Well, you got what you wanted. You're back, you're ours, and you're fucking staying here. I mean it, Granger. I'll chain you to my fucking wrist if I have to." 

Hermione gulped at the threat, the cool glint of his eye telling her just how much he meant his own words. 

"I-I'm not your property." She argued back, sounding not the least bit convincing.

All three Slytherins scoffed in response as Blaise and Theo stood. 

The boys began to move ever so slowly, causing Hermione to take steps backwards from the table towards the door. 

"The thing is, Granger, you've been ours for far longer than you've even realised." Blaise explained casually. All three Slytherins had the exact same look of cold lust in their eyes that caused arousal to bloom in her stomach, her anger dissipating as they made their way towards her. Darkness caught Hermiones vision, a gasp catching in her throat as she saw shadows pooling from Theos hands, a cruel smirk playing on the wizards lips. 

"If you don't want to be ours, Granger, I suggest you run." 

Hermione didn't need to be told twice. She spun on her heel and fled.

"Run, little witch." Draco called, laughter echoing alongside his words. 

Hermiones heart pounded in her ears as she ran through the manor, not knowing where exactly she was heading.

Her feet carried her through multiple corridors and up flights of stairs. She found herself at the highest point of the manor before she began to panic, heavy footsteps seeming not too far away. Without thinking, she darted into the nearest door, closing it as quietly as possible behind her. 

It appeared to be a storage room of sorts, with multiple magical landscape paintings leaning against the walls and covered furniture filling the room. Noises in the corridor caused Hermione to wince, knowing she couldn't leave. She moved quick, crouching down behind one of the larger paintings on the far side of the room before quietening her breathing as much as possible, enjoying the way fear and excitement merged within her. 

"Come out, little lion." Theos voice taunted from outside the room, causing her to freeze. Fear laced Hermiones entire body as she saw shadows creeping on the floor, coming towards her at an alarming speed. She scurried backwards in a futile attempt to escape the black magic, to no avail. A scream tore at her throat as the cool magic grasped her ankle and pulled, dragging Hermione out from her hiding spot and into the view of the three Slytherins, who all stood in the middle of the room with vicious smirks on their faces. 

"No-no, please-" Hermione begged, terror coursing through her. 

"Well, that was a poor attempt if I say so myself." Theo informed her as he grasped one of his shadows and tugged it, dragging Hermione on the floor and closer to him. "It's almost as if you want to be ours. Don't you agree, boys?" He asked as he walked around Hermione, the other two moving with him until they encircled her. Hermiones pulse thundered as she realised how vulnerable she was. Cool magic crept up her leg slowly, causing goosebumps to erupt as she felt the deliberate movements of the magic trailing over her body. 

"Are you ours, Hermione?" Blaise asked, coking his head to the side slightly as he watched the shadows encasing Hermiones body.

"N-n-no." She stuttered, unable to control herself. Judging by the grins that took over the death eaters faces, she had given them the correct answer. 

Suddenly the shadows made their way to Hermiones hands before pulling her into a kneeling position with her wrists held together above her head. Draco and Blaise nodded at Theo approvingly before pulling out their wands and pointing them at some of the furniture in the room. 

"How convenient, Granger, that you chose a room with such a comfortable sofa." Draco practically purred as he vanished the protective sheet covering a large velvet settee before making his way over and sitting, making a show of getting comfortable. To Hermiones confusion, both Slytherins followed him, apparently uninterested in participating in whatever Theos shadows were up to. 

"Here's what's going to happen, mudblood." Theo spoke up, his cold demeanour snapping back into place. "We have most definitely learnt our lesson, and we won't be playing around with the boundaries of consent any longer. There will be times in which your mouth is too busy, and so if you want to stop you shoot red sparks from your hands. Show me you can do that." Hermione obliged instantly, shooting red sparks with a click of her shadow-encased fingers.

"Good girl." Blaise responded, causing heat to bloom in her lower stomach. A shadow caressing Hermiones neck made her pause, tendrils of darkness brushing against her exposed skin causing her to shiver with excitement. 

"You say you're not ours, and so we won't lay a finger on you." Draco explained. "Though, I imagine you'll be begging us to by the time Theo is through with you." He added with a malicious smirk, reminding Hermione of the young boy from school she had once despised to much. 

Hermione barely paid attention as she felt the shadows creeping down from her neck and under her shirt, the cool sensation odd on her bare skin. She gasped as she felt a sharp pinch on her nipple, causing her to arch slightly. The shadow, or Theo, she supposed, seemed to like this. It pinched harder whilst another tendril crept to her back and pushed slightly in the middle, forcing Hermione to arch further. Simultaneously, two of the lower tendrils on her legs pulled her knees apart before pulling her down, her arse hovering just above the heels of her feet. As far as comfortable positions went, this was not one of them. But even still fully clothed, the way she was being bared to the room caused wetness to gather between her legs. 

As though reading her mind, the dark magic grasped Hermiones top and began to tear it open, exposing her skin and bra to the appreciative Slytherins as they simply sat and watched, faces almost entirely impassive. It was only the spark of heat in their eyes that gave them away and kept Hermione from dying of shame. The shadow took no time removing her bra, causing her body to shiver as the cool room made her nipples stand on edge. A moan slipped from Hermiones mouth as the cold magic grasped her breasts, a squeezing sensation causing her to jolt as another tendril returned to her neck, enclosing around her airway and squeezing just enough to make her dizzy before releasing her. 

"Who do you belong to, slut?" Draco asked, narrowing his cold eyes as he watched Theos shadows fondle Hermiones breasts in front of him. 

"M-myself." She gasped as the pressure to her throat returned. Immediately, her trousers met the same fate as her top and bra. Merlin, these men loved to destroy her clothes. She hated how much she loved it. 

"Oh, fuck." Blaise breathed as each of the wizards watched Theos shadows make their way into Hermiones underwear, the cold sensation causing her entire body to shudder as it almost seemed to slither across her clit. The shadow began moving up and down against Hermiones core, the sensation similar to being licked. Hermione moaned as the shadow grew firmer, grasping Hermiones clit as it stimulated her. She attempted to look down to see what was going on, but the shadow at her neck stopped her, moving up to her hair and pulling her head back with a firm yank that she enjoyed far too much.

The sound of ripping alerted Hermione to the fact that she was now entirely naked, bared to the wizards sat on the sofa whilst Theos shadows continued to explore her body freely. She lost track of how many there were, and what each of them were doing. It was simultaneously overstimulating and under stimulating, the way she could feel movements over her entire body, yet half of them were barely firm enough to actually be classified as being touched. Some were as gentle as a slight breeze, whereas others felt like icicles grasping her skin. 

A large moan tore from Hermiones mouth as a tendril made it's way into her body, the shadow pushing in delicately as it continued to rub against her clit, the feeling utterly delicious. Suddenly the tendril grew, stretching her as her first orgasm began to build, the stimulation bringing her to the edge. Hermione panted and groaned as Theos dark magic fucked her, the heated gazes of the three Slytherins making it all the more erotic. A firm pinch of Hermiones nipples threw her over the edge, her orgasm crashing into her as the shadows built up their speed, thrusting in and out of her at the same punishing pace she knew Draco enjoyed. Hermiones cry grew muffled as a shadow forced itself into her mouth, causing her to panic slightly. It was the oddest thing she had felt, an almost solid substance growing in her mouth and throat. The shape reminded her more of a tentacle rather than a penis, the thinner tip making it's way further down her throat than any of the men had ever managed. 

Hermione moaned into the magic as the shadows lower down began to expand also, stretching her further as it grew longer inside her. It was now far past the size of Draco, she realised with shock as wetness poured from her. Her eyes grew wide as a cool feeling slid between her cheeks and made it's way to her back passage before making it's way inside. From what she could feel, the shadows were using her wetness to lubricate the hole, something she greatly appreciated. 

The shadow around her throat grew tighter once more, causing Hermiones vision to go hazy as the tendrils pushed further inside of her, fucking her brutally and beautifully all in one. She had never felt so full, so satisfied. She felt a scream begin to build in her throat as another orgasm began to build, her entire body convulsing from the pleasure being forced upon her. Suddenly a shadow pressed her head down, forcing her to stare directly at the Slytherins as the most earth-shattering climax took place. Had she not been in such a daze, the come that left her would have certainly embarrassed her. As it was, she couldn't care less. 

Each of the Slytherins had their eyes glued on Hermione, completely ignoring their own tenting trousers as the waves of her orgasm continued to crash into her, Theos dark magic continuing to fuck her as drool fell down her chin and come soaked her legs. Her entire body was shaking, the shadows growing firmer and more overstimulating with each second. 

"Getting a bit much now, isn't it, little slut?" Draco asked, his eyes wide with false sympathy as a third orgasm already began to build. Hermiones clit was now incredibly sensitive from the past two orgasms, though Theos magic showed no signs of relenting as it continued to fuck her. Hermione tried to nod, the shadow barely allowing her to move. 

"Ah, my magic can be rather possessive." Theo explained with a shrug. "You don't want us to own you, so it's roaming freely, with nobody to answer to. Do you understand?" Hermione attempted to shake her head, arousal clouding her senses as the men laughed at her. 

"Admit we own you, Granger, and we can reign it in." Blaise explained, Hermiones eyes growing wide as she watched his hand finally move from his leg over to Theos before creeping up and grasping the wizards hard length. Theo and Hermione moaned simultaneously as Blaise freed Theo from his trousers, at the same time that Theo did the same to Blaise and Draco. 

The sight of watching the wizards touching each other, paired with what Theos magic was doing to her, was all too much. She came once more, tears streaming down her face as exhaustion began to take over. Suddenly, the tendril in her mouth backed out, allowing Hermione to cry out once more. 

"Tell us who you belong to, Granger." Theo panted as Blaise worked him fasted. 

"You!" Hermione cried, pleasure and pain merging into tantalising agony as she writhed on the spot, her arms numb above her head as the black magic continued to have it's way with her. 

"That won't do, slut. Tell us properly." Draco groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"You, all of you! I belong to you, please please please I can't- I can't" She cried as her back arched once more, losing count of what number orgasm was wracking it's way through her. Suddenly, as her climax took hold of her once more, all shadows stopped moving. Hermione cried in relief as they made their way out of her before gently lowering Hermiones arms and supporting her to the ground, showing far more tenderness than Theo ever had as they gently brushed Hermiones face before moving away. 

She watched in exhausted astonishment as the shadows slid along the floor back towards their master, making their way up Draco and Blaises legs before re-joining Theos hands, causing both of the Slytherins to moan loudly, the cool sensation of the shadows now throwing them over the edge. 

Hermione remained kneeled on the ground panting as she watched Blaise grasp Theos face and pull him in for a kiss as he came over Theos hand. This in turn seemed to push Theo over the edge, Blaise capturing the wizards moan in his mouth. Draco, not to be left out, grasped Theos face and pulled him from Blaise, capturing him in his own brutal kiss. Hermione could only sit and watch with fascination as the boys got lost in each other, forgetting about the witch on the floor for only a few moments before Blaise stood from the sofa and walked over to Hermione. He picked Hermione up gently and captured her lips in a gentle kiss of his own whilst Draco and Theo continued.

"You did so well, Hermione." Blaise praised her as he pulled her onto his recently cleaned lap and wrapped his arms around her, peppering her face and neck with tender kisses. "You were so good for us." 

It truly astonished her, the different sides to each of the wizards. Blaise could be so cool and detached one moment, then tender and kind the next. Draco thrived off of pain, especially during sex, but then turned into the biggest cuddler Hermione had ever met. Theo...well, he was either mischievous or cold, Hermione supposed. He had the most difficulty with affection and kindness, and Hermione could understand that. 

Hermione placed her head on Blaises neck as each of them sank into the sofa. Theo surprised Hermione by placing his own arm around her, apparently attempting some sort of comfort. It didn't last long before he eventually pulled away and left, Draco immediately sliding over and replacing him. 

Just as Hermiones eyes began to droop, Draco interrupted the silence of the room. 

"I fucked up, Hermione." He told her. Had she not been so exhausted, the use of her name would have caused her to gasp in shock. "We fucked up. But you're our witch, and we will make it up to you. I'm sorry, Granger." 

Hermione merely nodded into Blaises chest in response, the energy for words long exhausted. 

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"No means no, Granger!" Draco snapped from his desk for the millionth time in the past five days. 

It had been five days since Hermiones drunken return, and she was starting to wonder if the Slytherins were wishing she hadn't bothered.

"You can't control me, Malfoy!" She seethed in response, banging a hand on the desk in frustration. 

"I can and I will, you've agreed twice now that you are ours. That means what we say goes, and we say you are not stepping foot in Seamus Finnegans grotty fucking pub!" The blonde snapped, cheeks tinged with the red hue of his rage as he glared at Hermione over the wooden surface in between them.

Blaise and Theo continued to work silently, no longer weighing in on the argument. They had both come to take Hermiones side, which had surprised her momentarily, until she had realised that Dracos word was still law. They were simply being nice to her to stay in her pants, somewhere Draco certainly wasn't welcome. 

"Well I take it back!" She lied, immediately wincing when she saw amusement flash through Dracos face. A shadow darted across the room and grasped Hermiones wrist, making her yelp. "Okay, okay, I don't take it back. That's cheating." She scowled at Theo, who simply winked and returned to his laptop. "Please, Draco." She pleaded, softening her voice and widening her eyes. 

"It's dangerous, Granger." Draco sighed in response, rubbing a hand down his chiselled face. "It's the wizards equivalent of no mans land. Every scum of the earth wizard in the country drinks there, and that's just the general floor. Down in the basement? Anything goes. Finnegan isn't the wizard you remember from Hogwarts, Granger. You won't be safe." He seemed genuinely sorry, for what it was worth. Which just pissed Hermione off more.

"He's right, Hermione." Blaise added, causing her scowl to deepen. "The only women who are bought there are usually taken to be bartered and sold over a game of poker. The things I've seen...they're not great. I only step foot in the place when I absolutely have to, and even then I'm in and out as fast as I can be." 

Hermione chewed her lip as her stomach sank. Seamus had always been so kind, so adamantly against the dark arts. What had happened to the wizard she had once known, for him to be allowing such awful things to be taking place in his own establishment? 

"But you're going there Saturday, right? Someone had some information for you?" She asked, still hopeful despite the odds. She still had the portkey tucked away in her bag, though she found she didn't want to go against Dracos wishes and use it without his agreement. In the days since her return, the wizards had been completely transparent with Hermione. They answered every question, gave her every morsel of information she requested. They had all agreed to work as a team, and this was the only thing they had seemed to disagree on. 

"Come here, little witch." Theo beckoned mischievously, holding his arms out for Hermione, who immediately walked around the room and sat on his lap. Though he still struggled with physical touch, seeing how jealous Draco became every time Hermione freely cuddled Theo seemed to spur him on. Hermione breathed in Theos masculine scent with a happy sigh as he wrapped his arms around her. 

"You know I trust you completely to stay safe, and that it's these two that have concerns, don't you?" Theo asked innocently. Hermione nodded. "Draco is simply too overprotective for his own good, and your runaway antics haven't helped." Hermione grimaced somewhat sympathetically in Dracos direction at the words. "And Blaise...well, Blaise does trust you. Perhaps he just doesn't want you bumping into any of his past lays." 

Hermione gasped as Blaise and Draco both looked at the ceiling in exasperation. 

"Is that it?!" She screeched, indignant fury overriding common sense. "You think that with the current state of affairs, I am so immature and reactive that I would get jealous of you sleeping with another woman?!" 

Blaise scrubbed a hand down his face before releasing a long sigh and turning to Hermione, who Theo was holding onto firmly as the wizards body rocked with silent laughter. "Firstly, I haven't even-"

The tension in the room was palpable as Blaise finished the final touches on Hermiones glamour. The argument hadn't been pretty, and somehow nobody was truly happy with the results. Blaise and Draco were annoyed with Theo for lying to piss Hermione off. Hermione was annoyed that they all thought she'd care about any of them having a sexual history. Draco was furious that he was being overridden. Blaise was stressed for Hermiones safety. Hermione was anxious to get into the pub and see everything for herself. Theo...well, who know how Theo was feeling. Possibly a bit grumpy at the lack of sex due to everyone's bad mood. 

Hermione grimaced as her stomach cramped slightly with nerves. They had decided to not go with polyjuice, as it could be problematic. All it took was one forgotten sip and the ruse was over. Blaise had applied his usual glamour that he used when going to Finnegans. When Hermione had asked why he didn't use the polyjuice he used when visiting the strip club, he explained that too many people may recognise the man who frequented in the strip club. The Blaise that gathered intel from the seedy patrons of pubs like Finnegans was a far cry from the Blaise who visited Hermione in the VIP rooms. 

He had glamoured his hair long and coaxed them into dreads, made his face rounder and wider, his lips thinner and his teeth crooked and slightly yellow. He was also now a few inches shorter and slightly rounder in the stomach. A few other changes made him hardly recognisable at all, which Hermione hated. Blaise caught her looking at him and smirked, his now light hazel eyes filling with humour. "Don't worry, little witch. I kept the most important thing the same size for you." Hermione simply scoffed in response before assessing herself in the mirror once more. 

Her usually wild brown curls were now a short blonde bob, her skinny stature now more curvy and filled out. Her nose was slightly longer and sharper, her lips fuller and her cheekbones higher. She looked like a model from a magazine, and she hated it. To the Slytherins credit, they didn't seem keen either. Dracos nose visibly scrunched every time he looked at her, and Theo had run his hand through the short locks on her head and actually shuddered. 

"Well, Blaise and Hermione look nothing like Blaise and Hermione. I despise it." Theo announced to the room before kissing Hermione on the cheek, telling them both to be safe, and leaving without any further fanfare. 

"So you remember the plan, Granger?" Draco asked once more. She held back the sigh she wanted to release and smiled githtly at Draco.

"I keep my mouth shut and stay by Blaises side the entire time. I don't go anywhere alone, not even the toilet. If I need to use the bathroom, I signal to Blaise so he can act as though he's dragging me for a romp in the loo. Truly, a romantic dream." She rolled her now bright blue eyes. "Honestly, Draco, it will be fine."

"I just don't know why you need-" Hermione cut him off by raising her hand.

"I may recognise someone, or hear information that may usually go over Blaises head. Also, I'm posing as a woman. I'm hopeful that I may be able to gather some information from some of the other women there, even possibly Romilda herself." She explained for the millionth time. They had all done nothing but travel in circles for days. 

"Just...be safe, okay? Keep the portkey with you." It was in her pocket, safe and sound. "Any sign of danger, you leave. Don't worry about Blaise or anybody else, you get out. Do you understand?" Hermione nodded, fighting back the lump in her throat at the sheer emotion in Dracos words. The change in him since their first reintroduction down in the cellar blew her away. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, having no problem making it known how much he truly cared for Hermione. It wasn't something she was used to, but it made her insides feel warm, nonetheless. 

"Well, thank you for that, brother." Blaise responded with a dry laugh. "Hermione will be fine. I'll take care of our witch." 

Draco ignored Blaise as he pulled Hermione in for a searing kiss, pulling her in close and taking her breath away. Hermione felt the need, the urgency in the kiss and returned it just as deeply. A loud throat clearing eventually pulled them apart. 

"Just come back, okay Granger?" Draco asked quietly, his grey eyes roving over Hermiones face nervously. Hermione simply nodded, her throat going dry. Blaise took that moment to grasp Hermione arm and apparate them away, causing Hermione to gasp in shock as they landed in a damp, foul-smelling alley.

Distant noises made her stomach lurch as she took in the large green bins and bags of rubbish around her, her nose scrunching at the smell. 

Now that they were away from the manor, Blaise got to work on the extra glamours that they had decided to keep hidden from Draco and Theo. Hermione grimaced as she felt a trickle of blood leave her nose and her skin tingle as bruises appeared. The cold air hit her with a jolt as her comfortable loungewear was transfigured into a skin tight white dress, her underwear removed and tits suddenly pressed up to her chest. 

"Now listen to me, Hermione." Blaise spoke soft yet stern as he grasped Hermiones hair and pulled her ear to his mouth, looking rough and aggressive to the outside world whilst his soft lips caressed her ears. She hated herself for the shiver that had nothing to do with the cold winds. "I'm about to treat you very, very poorly. I apologise for everything in advance. If it gets too much, give me the signal and I'll get you out. Do you understand?" Hermione nodded as his hand tightened. "What you're about to see in here makes some of the scenes in Imperiused look tame, do you understand me? Use your words." 

"Yes." Hermione breathed, her nipples pebbling through the dress. Though he looked entirely different, she would know Blaise anywhere, and her body showed it. 

"Yes, what?" He hissed, slightly louder as steps seemed to appear from nowhere outside of the alley. 

"Yes, sir." Hermione whimpered, playing her part. She had always wanted to participate in role play. 

"Good girl. Now do as you’re told and be a good little slut while we're in here. Don't fucking embarrass me, or you’ll be shipped back. Am I clear?" He barked harshly, his deep voice reverberating through her bones. 

"Yes, sir." She spoke more clearly this time as Blaise clasped her wrist and started pulling her down the alley and towards the ruckus. 

The pub was nothing special, almost identical to every other corner pub throughout the country. Wizards milled around outside with muggle cigarettes in hand, raising their brows at Blaise and Hermione as he pulled her through the crowd and into the busy establishment. Hermione played her part, mostly keeping her eyes down as Blaise nodded and muttered words to the few people who spoke to him, referring to him as "Bish." It surprised Hermione how liked 'Bish' seemed to be, something he hadn't made her aware of. 

"Oh, there he is!" The unmistakable call of Seamus Finnegans voice filled Hermiones ears, causing her head to shoot up towards the bar. "Just last week some of us fellows were wondering where good old Bishop was. The hustlers are getting antsy, wonderin' why you haven't come and stolen half of their money for a while." Seamus's easy grin slipped slightly as he took in Hermione at Blaises side, the wizards eyes quickly tracking Hermiones bruises before his jaw clenched. "But I see you've been busy!" It was barely noticeable, the way the smile didn't quite return to Seamus's eyes. Hermione couldn't help the feeling of relief that filled her. No matter what he was doing now, some part of him was furious with this man for harming a witch. Knowing that caused Hermione to relax ever so slightly. 

"The usual, mate." Blaise responded calmly as he took a seat at the bar, pulling Hermione in between his legs. "I haven't missed much, then?" Blaise asked as the glass hit the bar in front of him.

"No, mate. Apparently we have, though. Thought you steered clear of the women and all that nonsense?" Seamus asked, his voice dropping significantly. Hermione felt bad for Blaise, who had to play the part of somebody he wasn't in that moment. She now understood why Blaise hadn't quite wanted her to join, and guilt squirmed within her. 

"Well, there's been a few developments. Cecelia here was a steal I just couldn't turn down." Hermione smiled at Seamus, who frowned in response as his eyes tracked her once more. 

"So I see. I'll be right back." And with that the Irish wizard spun around and exited the bar, leaving Blaise and Hermione standing awkwardly whilst men bustled around them, muttering and mumbling quietly. Not long after, Hermione was unsurprised to see Romilda Vane burst through the door that Seamus had left through, her eyes already locked on Hermione. 

Time had been kind to Romilda, Hermione noticed. Her large dark eyes shone, and her thick curly hair seemed well kept. She had acquired the curves that seemed to come with motherhood, and they suited her well. "Cecelia, right?" Romilda asked, her bold voice carrying across the bar easily. Hermione nodded, keeping her face schooled. "Come and give me a hand back here, love." Romilda told her kindly, her manners nothing like they were back in school as she shot Blaise a foul glare. Men around the bar chuckled good naturedly, as though this were all a normal occurrence. 

"Really, that's not nec-"

"I'll tell you what is and isn't necessary, Bishop." Romilda spat, clearly no care in the world for any mans feelings or opinions. Hermione decided then and there that she was now the witches biggest fan. The dark haired witch led Hermione through the crowd and a partially hidden door, bringing her into a basic storage room that was almost entirely empty, save for a few discarded tables and chairs. 

"They all know the fucking rule, yet every night at least one bastard tries to push it. Never thought it would be Bishop, though. Sea' has always gotten on with him quite well, thought he was a decent bloke. Any potions you're adverse to, love?" Romilda asked Hermione as she pulled vials from her pockets. Hermione gently pushed them away.

"I don't need any potions." Hermione explained, keeping her voice low. "Any chance you can silence the room?" At this, Romilda looked up in confusion. 

"Don't need potions? Have you seen the state of yourself? And what do I need to silence the room for? Are you alright, love?"

"Please, silence the room." She pleaded, aiming to sound as desperate as she could. Romilda furrowed her brows but did as Hermione asked.

"Now, I don't know what's going on here but you better explain yourself. And don't bother trying to attack me. I might've silenced the room, but I can hold my own." Romilda glared at Hermione, as though daring her to give it a go. Hermione only smiled in response, enjoying the fire. 

"They aren't real bruises, Romilda." Hermione explained. "It's all a glamour, so i can get you one on one. Vanish them one by one, I don't want my entire identity disclosed." Romilda did as Hermione said, gasping as each bruise vanished before her eyes. 

"So, Bishop...?"

"Bishop would never harm a hair on my head." Hermione answered resolutely, her own fire coming into play as her eyes dared Romilda to argue. 

"Well who are you, then? And what do you want?" 

"We don't have long, but I've got a few messages I need you to send. Have you heard of the womens shelter down in Croyden?" 

Ten minutes later, Hermione walked through the pub at Romildas side with a (hidden) spring in her step. The conversation had gone far better than expected, and supplies were now being arranged to help the women out without her having to leave the manor as frequently. She had also received more information than she had expected, which filled her with joy. She caught Blaises eye through the crowd and had to refrain from smiling in relief, remembering the part she was supposed to be playing. 

"No turning up with battered women, Bishop." Romilda scolded, though there was far less hatred in her eyes than there had been earlier. "This is your one and only warning, you understand?" Blaise simply nodded his head in respect and finished his drink, watching apprehensively as Romilda whispered something in Seamus's ear, who turned to Hermione and Blaise and winked subtly before returning to the pint he was pulling.  

Hermione remained silent as Blaise grasped her wrist once more, guiding her to the back of the pub and down a hidden set of musky stairs, making sure she was behind him the entire time. 

"Down here, you don't leave my side. Do you understand?" Blaise asked. His deep voice was firm, but Hermione caught the slight clip to it. Blaise was nervous, and a nervous Blaise made for an apprehensive Hermione. Theo would have been bouncing around, hoping for chaos. Draco would've been stone cold, unwavering in his façade of cruelty. Blaise seemed to be the most...human, at least in the outside world. Hermione wondered if he was always tense when meeting with sources, but she supposed that he couldn't be, surely that would lose trust? Was it simply because she was here with him, walking straight into the unknown chaos that she had been somewhat shielded from for so long? Or was there something else at play?

"Yes, sir." Hermione responded quickly, having no wish to leave the wizards side anyway. She had gotten what she wanted, now all she had to do was observe. 

The rickety stairs creaked and groaned as the pair made their way down them, the thick smell of cigar smoke clogging Hermiones senses before they even entered the basement. Hermione struggled to fight back her gag as they made it into the small, overcrowded room. There were round tables filling the space, each one occupied mostly with men of different shapes and sizes. Smoke clung in the air, giving the room a hazy vibe that made it hard to concentrate on one thing at a time, everything becoming a bit of a blur every time Hermione attempted to focus. 

"It's on purpose." Blaise whispered into her ear. "Stop making it obvious that you're looking around." Hermione straightened up and focused her eyes on the floor, immediately following Blaises orders as he marched her over to the largest table, right in the back of the room. Three men were deep in a game of cards, barely paying attention to the rest of the patrons within the room. Hermiones stomach churned as she realised there were three women stood against the wall just behind the table, each of them staring at their feet.

Another look around the room showed Hermione numerous other women, mostly stood with their backs against the wall as men seemed to ogle at them from the tables. All of the women seemed to be scantily clad in tight clothing, leaving very little to the imagination. From what Hermione could make out through the smog, a few seemed to have tight collars around their necks and thick bracelets of some kind on their wrists. Her wand hand twitched, desperate to make the men in the room pay for what she saw. As they approached the table, Hermiones stomach lurched as she caught sight of a woman crouched on the floor between one of the mens legs, the man completely ignoring her while he played his hand in the game of poker. 

Hermione took note of the man, cataloguing his overweight physique and balding head as Blaise took a seat, pulling her onto his lap without warning as he greeted the men.

"Toff, Nox, Scout." Blaise inclined his head to each of the men as he rested his hand on Hermiones leg firmly, making a show of his lack of care for the woman he was in charge of. This wasn't Hermione Granger, the woman he enjoyed spending time eating meals with and talking to, this was Cecilia, an American girl he had bought for nothing more than to use for her body. A flashy bit of flesh, nothing more than a whore, for all intents and purposes. 

"Bish, my boy!" The fat bastard with the girl between his legs called, clearly delighted. Hermione forced herself to stare at the table and avoid the leery gaze of the men, reminding herself to act meek and timid, rather than claw their fucking eyes out the way she was so desperate to. "Where the bloody hell have you been? Not that I'm complaining, mind you! My pockets have been grateful for the break." The way he spoke almost reminded Hermione of Professor Slughorn, something that deeply disturbed her. 

"I can see that." Blaise -no, Bish? Bishop? These nicknames were bloody stupid- responded dryly, his eyes dropping to the woman on the floor and then over to the wall. "Two in one night? Far more money than sense." All of the men chuckled, as though laughing about owning sex slaves and bringing them to flaunt around each other was normal, funny, even. It made her sick. 

"Oh, ho! You caught me. I got them for a cracking deal though, twins! A bit used up, so I got a good discount. Made their way from Russia, so they did." The fat lard grinned, his yellowing teeth peeking through his thin lips. Merlin, he was repulsive. And this was a disguise? She wondered if he was really a handsome man, reminding herself that Blaise had also made himself seem far uglier for the night. Was that something else these men enjoyed, making themselves look disgusting, to make things harder for the girls? Did they get pleasure from forcing them to do things to foul men? 

"Should've seen the scorcher he had last week, though." The weedy man with greasy black hair across the table said with a leer. "Fucking beauty she was, worth every knut the bastard rinsed from me for that half an hour." 

"Sounds like I missed a prize." Blaise said with a smirk. "She must've been decent, for you to be willing to fork out any of your money you tight fucker." Chuckles again. It was hard to believe the men were conversing so naturally about all of this. Hermiones whole body was wound tight, fury darting through her veins. A sharp squeeze of her thigh caused her to gasp slightly, Blaise seeming to realise where her thoughts were taking her. 

"Don't seem ter be missin' much, do yer?" The final man spoke, in an accent Hermione couldn't quite figure out. This one was bald, with olive skin and a rather large nose. Truly, she didn't understand why they were all so fucking ugly. "Never bought a toy here before, Bish. Disappear off the Earth forra while and turn up with this beauty, what's going on with alla that? Always acted like you was better than that, didn't ye? Only ever playing fer money, rinsing us all dry. What's with the change of heart?" Hermiones stomach dropped at the mans words. 

Blaise simply chuckled, making a show of rubbing his hand up and down Hermiones thigh while seeming to think of a response. Hermione couldn't manage to suppress the shudder that came to her as his hand crept higher, skimming the bottom of her incredibly short dress. 

"I didn't know what I was missing, clearly. Look at her, gentlemen. Could you have refused? Cecelia here was bought over with the batch from America, stolen from one of those muggle university houses. A virgin, too. Rich catholic family, making her save herself for her wedding day." Hermione tried not to gag as three sets of hungry eyes landed on her.

"A sorority sister, Bish?" The greasy haired man asked in awe. "Fucking hell! And a virgin?. I tried to get my hands on one from the American shipment myself, but half of them were already sold before they touched British soil." 

"That's a shame, Nox." Blaise responded, not sounding sympathetic in the slightest as he began to deal the cards for the new game, now that the old one had finished with the fat one winning the galleons on the table. 

Conversation paused as the fat man groaned and shuddered, banging a fist on the table seconds before the woman seemed to crawl out and make her way towards the wall. Hermione watched in sympathy as she stood next to an identical blonde woman, both of their faces completely blank as they stared off into the distance. The man, completely unphased, simply fiddled with his zipper before turning to Hermione and Blaise, a creepy glint in his dark eyes. 

"Tell you what, Bishop." The fat man spoke, his beady eyes dancing over Hermione. "Now you've finally bought a toy with you, why don't we make things interesting? Those two, now they're very well trained. If Cecilia here is really as fresh as you claim, I guarantee she's not yet working up to expectations. If you win, I'll let you borrow my girls for the night, they'll train her up very nicely for you." Hermiones pulse raced, bile flooding to her mouth. How callously these men can gamble away these women's bodies, as though they were nothing more than measly poker chips. 

"And if you win?" Blaise responded calmly, clearly considering the offer. 

"Well of course, if I win, I'll borrow Cecilia here for the night. I'll still let my girls train her, I suppose. Though I'll be giving them a helping hand." Hermione glanced at the man with horror filled eyes, feeling sick at the sight of him leering at her breasts.

"And what about these fuckers?" Blaise inclined his head to the other two men. "No offence, gentlemen, but neither of you have twins available like Toff over here does. I've never been interested in the average whore, and both of yours appear to be tonight." 

"Disappears for ages and turns back up with an attitude like that?" The greasy haired one -Nox, if Hermione had to guess- tutted. "Nothing wrong with our toys tonight, let me tell you." The bald one snorted in some sort of agreement. "But I tell you what. I've got a new brew I'm bringing out in the next few months, still needs a few tweaks though. Me or Scout win, and you give it a whirl. No exchange of toys necessary." Hermione glanced at the man, catching the cruel glimmer in his eyes. A potion, that was it? She was immune to most deadly potions and poisons, surely this couldn't be that harmful if this man was going around handing it out to acquaintances? 

"And what exactly is the purpose of this brew?" Blaise responded nonchalantly whilst Hermiones mind raced. Was he really willing to put her on the line for a poker game? What if the fat man won, how would they get out of that? Sweat beaded on her forehead, the room suddenly becoming unbearably stuffy. Of course, she could easily kill the man once alone with him. But an entire room full of men, all hiding their identities? Even Hermione Granger knew she was outnumbered. 

"It's a combination, it is." The bald headed one explained with an excited grin. "Mix of a lust potion an' a daydream potion, with a bit of a twist. Makes yer toy want to do whatever it is that gets yer off." Hermiones brows shot up. That-well, that didn't sound so bad, as long as she only had to take it for Blaise. She was under no illusion that she would get through the night without any sort of sexual encounters, and really, she can handle pretty much anything as long as it's only for Blaise. She trusts him, even in this smoke filled room surrounded by the scum of the earth. 

"And how does that work? Have any of you trialled it?" Blaise asked once more as he danced his fingers along the glass of whiskey, bought to the table by an elf that had squeaked away immediately. 

"Of course we've all trialled it, Bishop." Toff responded with a rich chuckle. "A miracle in a bottle, is what it is. Gets even the most stubborn of women to become agreeable. It's as though they read your mind, determined to please you in every way, in ways you don't even know you love yourself." 

"Right, turns out I've got a kink or two that I didn't even know about." Nox explained with a smirk. "Catarina over there discovered them all for me last night, and we spent hours exploring them all. Even the most repulsive of kinks becomes a fantasy to the toy while it's in their system. All they want to do is please you. They ignore hunger, exhaustion, pain, the lot. They live to serve you." 

"Hm. And what's the tweaks for? I've only just started to break Cecilia here in, I'd rather not waste the galleons and time I've spent so far on this potion killing her." Blaise countered. 

"At the minute the only problem seems to be that it lasts a bit longer than we really need, gets the toys a bit exhausted. We've had to knock them out for a few hours to get it out of their system, or they just keep going and going. Works well if you've got a few of them on it and you're a watcher. They just fuck each other until they either collapse or the potion wears off, but if you're the only focus then they don't like to leave you alone." Nox shrugged as though this were all perfectly normal. "We've got half a dose here, we were saving it for later. But I'm happy to let you have a sample if we win. All you've got to do is take it here, let us watch and take some notes." 

Other than the issues with the potion, that option didn't seem too bad. She always carried various vials of homemade antidotes on her, and surely one of them would counteract some of it. Sexual acts in public, though not a kink of hers per say, didn't really bother her either. She knew Blaise liked a bit of voyeurism, perhaps he didn't mind exhibitionism either? And anyway, it wasn't really her body. Nobody would ever knew it was Hermione Granger and Blaise Zabini, she supposed. 

Of course, the best option was that Blaise would win and 'borrow' Toffs twins. Hermione would immediately help them find a way to escape their life, even if she and Blaise couldn't release them themselves for fear of repercussions- 

"I'm in." Blaises voice cut through Hermiones thought process, dousing her in ice water. "On some conditions. Toff, if you win, I want her bought back in one piece. I don't like sharing what's mine, and I certainly don't want my toy returning to me broken." Toff simply nodded his head in understanding. Hermione had to work hard to keep her face neutral, knowing damn well that Blaise loved nothing more than sharing her, and he also didn't seem to mind when Draco and Theo roughed her up in any way.

"Of course, Bishop. I expect the same curtesy from you. No man wishes for another man to break his possessions." Blaise inclined his head in response. 

"Scout, Nox. Either of you win, Cecilia here trials your potion. However, I'm not too big of a fan of crowds. We will stay here for ten minutes once the potion is ingested, I will get Cecilia to describe to you, whatever she is experiencing, and then I will take her home to trial the potion fully. I am, of course, happy to provide you both with a full written recap to help with any further research. Anything in the name of pioneering, after all." Blaise smirked as he turned his head to Hermiones, his eyes roving her body with true heat. He didn't mind the idea of the potion too much either, then. 

"Twen'y minutes." The bald one argued. "And you let us come somewhere private with you, so we can keep proper notes." Nox added on. Blaise scoffed.

"Fifteen, Scout. And maybe if you get a decent win, I'll send you a video as a kind gesture." Scouts eyes seemed to light up at that idea, the bald man nodding his head eagerly as he licked his lips. 

"Deal." Scout and Nox answered at the same time. 

Hermione allowed herself to zone out slightly as the four men began their game of poker. She understood it well enough, but just didn't really care. She noticed that though they were bartering over her, the men still each added galleons to the table before playing their hands. A sick part of her hoped Nox or Scout won the game, just for her to trial this potion of theirs. Curiosity itched beneath her skin, dying to find out how the brew worked. 

Really though, the beneficial thing would be for Blaise to win the game. They could bring the girls home, she could help them get to safety. That was what she should be wishing for. Hermione stared at the women at the wall, watching them for any signs of, well, anything. They all seemed completely shut down. Were they under some sort of spell, she wondered? Merlin, were any of these girls imperiused? She hadn't even considered that one. 

It was hard to see clearly due to the amount of cigar smoke in the air, but there were multiple sexual acts going on at numerous tables throughout the room. One scene that caught her eye was a woman stretched out on one of the tables, a tall dark skinned wizard fucking her whilst a game of cards continued around her body, the men each taking turns with her as they seemed to win each round. It disturbed her, but she couldn't seem to look away. In that moment, Hermione hated herself for the subconscious way her thighs clenched together. She knew not a single woman in this room, bar her, was here willingly. And yet still, the moans of passion and sights around her managed to cause her to become aroused. I'm broken, she thought in disgust as she looked away and focused on the cards, horrified to see that Blaises hand was terrible. 

Hermiones horror turned into downright terror as she watched Blaise fold, realising that she would either about to be subjecting herself to public humiliation or be sent to a strange mans house for the night.  Hermione glanced back at the twins again, scanning their bodies for injuries. She knew she would kill this man anyway, but she wanted to see if he was the type that would fight back. Merlin, she hoped so. 

That thought process soon proved unnecessary as Toff folded with a furious glare at his cards, as though they had personally wronged him, meaning that the winner was either Scout or Nox. Seeming as they both had the same prize, she braced herself for the upcoming humiliation either way. Three gentle taps on her thigh sent a silent message from Blaise. 

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. 

Eventually Scout won the game, pulling the galleons across the table to him as Nox withdrew a small vial from his pocket. It was tiny, reminding Hermione of the vial of liquid luck Harry had cheated his way into in Sixth year. Though instead of gold, this potion was a glittering red. Darker than any love or lust potion she had ever seen, Hermione gulped nervously as she eyed the glass vial. 

"Yer've gotta put some of yer hair in that, Bish." Scout explained. Blaise took the vail from Nox's outstretched hand before handing it to Hermione, who held the vial as still as she could in a shaking hand while Blaise pulled out a strand of hair. She watched in fascination as Blaise removed the stopper from the vial and placed his hair in the potion, causing it to immediately turn completely clear. Hermione found herself very grateful that Blaise was under glamours and not polyjuice at that moment. 

"Drink it." Blaise told her, his tone cool as he regarded Hermione. Hermione took a sharp breath before drinking the vial, working hard to leave a drop or two in there. She hoped they wouldn't notice as she gagged at the burning taste that made it's way into her body, heating her up from the inside. 

She enjoyed firewhisky, revelled in the bun, but this? this was lava, eroding her organs from the inside. This tore apart her skeleton, melted her entire frame. She wondered if the screamed as she burned alive.

As suddenly as it came, the fire stopped. Replaced by a deep, urgent need. Her body still felt warm, but that took a backseat. Every nerve in her body screamed for Blaise, begged and pleaded for him. Images flew through her mind faster than she could keep up with. Blaise centred in each of them, although other wizards seemed to appear in many of them, as well as herself. She saw multiple flashes of her being shared by the three wizards, she saw Blaise watching as the others took her.

She saw Blaise and the dark haired one on their own. 

The blonde haired one fucked the dark haired ones mouth as Blaise watched. 

Hermione bent over, her arse covered in welts and bruises as Blaise rubbed them gently before smacking her once more. 

Blaise sat in front of a monitor, watching as she sat on the blonde haired ones face in a private room. 

Hermione surrounded by shadows. 

Sounds of moans, grunts, and screams filled her head as the images came faster, each making Hermione desperate with need.

Blaise wanted to watch her.

Blaise wanted to share her.

Blaise wanted to use her.

She had to give that to him, needed to please him so desperately she throbbed. 

Hermione moaned as her lips collided with Blaise, the wizard turning her and pulling her legs apart, wrapping them around his lap as she ground herself on him, crying in ecstasy as his hard length pressed against her core. 

The images persisted. Hermione tied up on a bed. Hermione bent over a kitchen counter. Hermione in her old school uniform, being fucked by Blaise in a broom cupboard as he told her to be louder, encouraged her to be heard by the students walking past. Hermione tied up and hanging from the ceiling.

Subconsciously, Hermiones mouth moved to Blaises neck as she licked and sucked his skin frantically, wildly running her hands over his body. She had never needed somebody as she needed Blaise in that moment. Nothing and nobody else mattered. 

"Take it, mudblood." His voice in her head told her. "Show them all who you belong to."  Fuck, yes.

That's what she needed to do.

She belonged to Blaise, only Blaise.

She needed to make him happy.

She needed to make him come.

Her hand shot down his body and into his trousers, grasping his hard length firmly and tugging before pushing herself off and slamming down to the floor with a thud. Not wasting a second, Hermione took him into her mouth with a satisfied groan, her core thrumming with pleasure at the idea of pleasing Blaise. 

She made a mess, saliva falling down her chin as she forced herself to choke on the thick, long dick in her mouth. She needed to please Blaise, itching to make him proud. The images in her mind were showing her how much he liked to watch and be watched, and she yearned to show the room what a good little toy she was. She would make him feel so good, over and over and over again. She would devote herself to him, give him everything he needed.

All that mattered was Blaise. The other men in the images, they seemed to make him happy too. Perhaps they should work together to please him, she thought as she gagged on his cock, moaning as his hand forced her back down, refusing to allow her a moment of respite. Good. She didn't need one, didn't want one. 

An image of the curly haired boy kissing Blaise returned to her mind, making her moan harder as wetness pooled in her underwear. Then he was kissing the blonde. Then her. Then she was kissing the blonde whilst Blaise kissed the brunette again. And then they swapped again. And again. Suddenly the images were a blur of limbs and body parts, frantic pants and grunts filling her mind as Blaise forced her down further and further on his shaft. 

He's close, she realised with a burst of hot pride. Hermione stopped moving her head and allowed Blaise to take control, letting him rag her head up and down on his cock as his panting -in real life, not her mind- became louder and more frantic as he got closer and closer to the climax. She focused on the flashes in her mind, reading between the lines to see exactly what she needed to do to please Blaise. 

He liked control, he liked to take charge. He liked the brunette boy with the soft lips and the cheeky attitude. He liked to punish and reward and take. Well Hermione had so much to give, she reasoned as Blaise pulled out from her. Hermione automatically opened her mouth wide to catch his spurts of come as he finished.

He liked to make a mess, and she liked to be a mess. 

They were a match made in heaven, she'd show him that. 

Conversation seemed to resume around them, but Hermione couldn't hear a thing. She frowned slightly as Blaise began to tuck himself away, wondering what he was doing. Didn't he know she needed to make him come again, satisfy him in every way? A blowjob wasn't enough, surely? She needed to give him everything, all of the beautiful pictures within her mind. The mess, the control, the opportunities. She needed to get him home so that he could get the other boys, that's what she needed. Hermione climbed back on Blaises lap, kissing his neck once more as he continued to talk to the others. 

"Home." She cried out, praying for Blaise to understand. She knew not to talk, knew she would be punished for speaking out of turn, but she needed to please him, didn't he see? She needed to get him to the others, give him everything he deserved. An imagine of her laying in bed, fully naked, with the three of them showering her in their come flashed in their mind, making her gasp as she ground herself onto Blaises lap once more. A sharp slap hit her arse, a warning from Blaise to be quiet. More wetness pooled from her as she moaned desperately. 

The voices around her seemed to get louder as suddenly Hermione was lifted from the chair, remaining in Blaises safe, strong arms as the room seemed to blur. She vaguely noticed some smirks as the room disappeared, but Hermione didn't care. They were going to find the others.

She was going to make Blaise happy. 

Hermione cried in delight as firm hands grabbed her arse, the feeling setting her skin on fire as she felt the stuffy pub air change to a cool evening breeze, somewhat helping with the heat of her skin. Still it wasn't enough, she needed to satisfy the wizard carrying her. "Shh, little witch." Blaises velvety voice whispered into her ear, causing her to buck her hips. "We're just going to use the portkey, okay?" Hermione didn't respond, only whimpered with need as the hand crept closer to the spot where she was aching so desperately. 

The world turned dark and confusing once more before she heard more voices, these far louder than the ones from the pub. Opening her eyes, she saw the two men from the images in her mind and grinned in ecstasy. "We need to make him happy." She explained to the pair as more images filled her mind, causing her to moan once more as she ground herself against Blaise. She barely heard the blonde one asking Draco what she had taken, too distracted by the fact that Blaise was now putting her back on the ground. Hermoine frowned, not understanding. Did he want a turn with the others now? But she was ready, waiting for him. 

Another flash in her mind. The other two sharing Hermione whilst Blaise touched himself. Oh, so that was what he wanted. She smirked as she dropped to her knees and began to crawl to the blonde one, licking her lips and tasting Blaises come as she made her way to the wizard. He wants to watch her with his friends, she knows this. Letting them share her will turn him on.

Why was the blonde one backing away? Didn't he want to make Blaise happy, make him come? 

As Hermione opened her mouth to ask -no, beg- the blonde wizard to help her, the room suddenly turned black.