I decided it was finally the time for yet another date with Hermione as I extracted myself from Narcissa's bed, leaving her unconscious after a long but enjoyable follow-up for our shopping activities. I stopped by the potions cabinet to pick up a Pepper-up to stave off the exhaustion, as impaling Narcissa to the unconsciousness was getting harder and harder as she adapted to the pleasurable sensations of our bedroom activities. I would have preferred to visit Hermione the next day rather than directly after the session with Narcissa, but September first was getting closer, and I wanted to have a couple of real encounter with Hermione before the wards of Hogwarts started to impede on my mobility. Though I was enthusiastic for the school to start for the first time in my life, more about the access I would have for the spectacular beauties that populated it, such as Susan Bones, Lavender Brown, and Daphne Greengrass.
Vitalized by the effects of the Pepper-up, I took a quick shower and dressed before apparating to the attic of Grimmauld Place, where I met the first snag to my plan. "Young master," Kreacher greeted. "The mudblood is not at the house at the moment," Kreacher said in a slightly worried tone of a butler that failed to bring his master's tea at the exact temperature, affirming my idea of taking him to my service as soon as this mess was over. A butler that could predict and prepare for my whims without the slightest squeamish was a valuable asset. It wouldn't be difficult to convince Potter to pass the bond, as they never properly worked together, a direct result of my interference.
"Don't worry, it's not your fault," I said, and saw him relax just a bit with the lack of punishment. "Do you know where she is though, and is she alone?" I asked.
"The mudblood is alone," Kreacher answered. "She left for a walk after having a huge fight with the filthy-blood and blood-traitor."
"Did she now?" I murmured, already running a couple of alternative scenarios based on that change. I was planning to tease her with another dream sequence, but with such a good opportunity, it would be a pity not to move to the next stage of the plan. The fake dreams were fun, but only in the way a snack was delicious, but ultimately unsatisfying compared to the full meal of a real conquest. "Do you know where she is?"
"Yes, young master," Kreacher answered before describing the usual path she took for her midnight walks, another facet to his competence.
"Thanks, Kreacher," said before apparating away, apparating a few hundred meters away from the path he had described, not wanting to alarm her with the distinctive sound of it. Kreacher's information turned out to be accurate, as I managed to find her in less than a minute, not even needing to cast a spell.
I would have liked to say my heart boomed with excitement as soon as my eyes met with her figure, or at least my pants become uncomfortably tight with anticipation, but that would have been an exaggeration. She was dressed boringly, a skirt that reached to her ankles, flowing wide, accompanied by an equally loose blouse. Even the color was uninspired, a boring brown, adding insult to the injury. I couldn't wait until dragging her along to a shopping expedition, putting her figure in clothes that would give justification to her traits. It promised to be fun both for the moment and for its aftermath.
Under the cover of the invisibility cloak, the opportunity to tease her was too tempting to ignore. I carefully sneaked behind her so she wouldn't see the flash of the spell, and hit her with a strong compulsion. She stopped with an unexpected shudder, then looked around searchingly for someone, but the park was empty. Even with that, she looked like she was about to walk away, but a bench caught her attention. She carefully examined her surroundings once more even as a blush crept to her cheeks, then walked towards the bench with most concealment with rapid steps.
She sat down, her hands already caressing her breasts over her blouse, showing the spell already starting to work. Normally, it was very hard to make people act through compulsions, especially strong-willed people like Hermione, but there was a couple of factors that slanted the equation to my favor. She was annoyed and frustrated, creating a fertile ground for the spell to latch. More importantly, she was quite sure that she was alone, meaning she didn't have the slightest suspicion for a case of foul play.
It was tempting to watch her as she tried to build up confidence for a public act of masturbation, but I needed to hurry up if I wanted to set the other players before she finished. I cast another spell on her, this one to reduce her situational awareness, and teleported away.
I appeared in one of the snatcher centers, where Voldemort's cannon fodder rested between the missions where they hunted for the people that triggered the taboo on his name. A rapid rain of imperiuses later, all four men that were hanging in the lobby were under my tight control.
I walked in the detention center, casting a few spells to change the environment to a shape that would suit my needs better, not to mention preventing other detainees to perceive what would go there minutes later. Then, I created a portkey and ordered them to hold on, not wanting to test their ability to apparate while under magical control. Also, they were under strict orders to keep silent, not to alert Hermione with our arrival, before my order. After a twisting pull in my guts, we were once again near Hermione, this time walking on the same path she took minutes earlier. The same path that would bring in front of the bench she was currently occupying.
I was glad that the men I brought was already under magical control, and slated to lose the night's memories after the plan was over. After all, I was a possessive bastard, and wanted to be the only one that saw the image of Hermione with her skirt bunched around her waist and her panties around her ankles, her fingers teasing her knob rapidly for an orgasm that proved too stubborn to arrive.
"Begin," I whispered, initiating them to follow the earlier orders they had received. The snatchers started walking down the street, laughing and cheering like a bunch of drunk hooligans, the only difference is that they were wearing robes instead of football shirts.
The expression on Hermione's face was delicious as their commotion had broken through the spells I cast to keep her unaware. She was frozen with indecision as she found herself in a compromising position in front of four strangers, and the robes they were wearing, marking them as wizards, didn't make things any easier. Her hand froze midway, trying to decide between pulling her panties and reaching for her wand.
That indecision cost her the only chance she had as the snatchers noticed her presence, triggering the next part of my orders. One of the snatchers pulled his wand at her sight. "Look, a muggle whore," he exclaimed, followed by a petrification spell, clumsily cast. But even if it was clumsy and weak, I expected it to hit and incapacitate her.
Things worked differently than I envisioned. Even when caught flatfooted by the sudden turn of events, she managed to dodge the attack by leaning on the side, grabbing her wand simultaneously. At that moment, I thought that my plan had been screwed. She was going to apparate out, screwing up my efforts. But, surprisingly, a stunner left her wand instead, downing one of her attackers.
I let out a relaxed sigh as I raised my wand. Even against one to three, and with her panties around her ankles to impede her mobility, I wasn't willing to bet for three deadbeats against her. I took aim, and a disarming hex left my wand at the same time another stunner left hers. The spell was already in halfway and when she noticed it. She tried to dodge, but her panties delayed her enough to keep her on the path of the spell. Even then, she managed to raise a shield, impressively strong considering split second she had to concentrate, but it wasn't a match to a spell from the Elder Wand. The red light broke through the barrier, and her wand flew away, and a follow-up spell wrapped her in conjured ropes, deliciously helpless.
Still, it was impressive that she said nothing as her attackers circled around her, brainstorming explicitly about the naughty thing they would do to punish the uppity mudblood. It didn't need a mention that they couldn't actually do anything. She was my reward, and even these drones with their mind under the domination of my magic weren't allowed to touch her. They continued to follow my orders and put the other portkey on her, teleporting her to the cell I had prepared earlier. I was about to apparate after picking up her wand when I noticed another thing she inadvertently left. Her panties. I put them on my pocket as well before apparating back to the corridor.
I watched as the snatcher left her, still talking about all the fun things they were about to do to her after finishing the paperwork. I waited in the cell, still under the cover of the invisibility cloak, watching as her brave face collapsed into panic and worry when she thought she was free of observers.
I watched her for more than ten minutes, the passage of time amplifying her concerns. Then, I quietly walked away until I was at the end of the corridor, and cast silent stunners on all other prisoners that were being held there. They were already sleeping and I had spells to prevent them from noticing, but there was no harm in extra insurance.
Only then, I removed the cloak and started walking through the corridor, only to come to a sudden stop in front of her cell, an exaggerated shock coloring my tone. "Granger," I gasped. I suspected I was overacting, but she lacked the attention to notice it, so all was well.
"Malfoy," she replied, a shock no less than mine coloring her voice as well, though hers included a strong dose of defeat, no doubt thinking it was the end, now that she had been recognized. Not an incorrect assumption based on her knowledge, but things were different than she had thought.
"Please tell me those idiots hadn't recognized you," I asked in a tone of urgency.
"No," she managed to stammer, blindsided by my question. A second later, she gathered herself enough to add bitterly. "Don't worry, you would have all the glory of catching me."
"Good," I answered, ignoring her vitriol in favor of unlocking the door. "Then there won't be any alarm when I arrange for you to be let go."
"What?!"
"I said, good, there won't be any alarm when I let you go," I said, drawing my wand.
She flinched as soon as I turned my wand towards her, but true to her personality, she prioritized information over the risk of bodily harm. "Why are you letting me go?"
"To make sure you guys continue working against the Dark Lord, of course," I said in a matter-of-fact tone as I walk closer to her. The shock on her face was understandable, hearing those treasonous words from the lips that sprouted only praises for the pureblood cause. Of course, she didn't know the change in the drivers. "You, trying to prevent Vol-" she started, but I interrupted her by pressing my finger on her lips, happy to note her trembling sensually at my touch despite the situation. My training was paying dividends.
"Don't say his name," I ordered in a sharp tone, the same tone that I used in her fake dreams. Another shiver that went through her skin, this time even more pronounced, was a beautiful detail.
She kept silent as long as my finger was on her lips, but spat out after I pulled it away. "I'm not afraid of him," she said rebelliously.
I sighed resignedly. "Good for you, remind me to buy some chocolate as a reward," I deadpanned, amused at her sudden flare of anger, glad that I was yet to untie her. "However, that's not the reason. He had set up a taboo to his name, and they pinpoint and send snatchers whenever they detect his name being said."
"So that's how they kept finding us," she murmured to herself, distracted enough not to react as the ropes disappearing around her. "But why are you helping me instead of bringing me to V-" she said, only to get interrupted by my finger once more, and another shudder. "Instead of bringing me to You-Know-Who, and reaping the rewards," she amended.
I was satisfied that she was calm enough to listen to me rather than trying to wrestle for my wand. "Simply, I have no reason to, I want him gone as much as you do," I answered.
"You?" she said, rightful disbelief in her tone. "After spending years as a Junior Death Eater, spouting all that nonsense, you expect me to believe that you changed after taking his mark and spending a year trying to kill Dumbledore."
Her comment was very accurate, yet inconvenient, so I decided to spin a tragic story. "Imagine a childhood where your father talked about their glorious political movement that supposed to fix the world, only to came to an end with a tragic mishap and treason. Then, add a lot of friends on that equation, all raised on the belief that they were superior to others, and pile them into the same house which rest of the students more than happy to treat as a hive of evil." She opened her mouth, about to say something, but I continued. "Then imagine that promised leader returning behind the veil of death, and feeling the elation for a while, only to learn that he is a madman that cared nothing other than destruction, and torturing his followers for the slightest mishap, all while following a pointlessly genocidal agenda."
"But still-" Hermione said, but I cut her once more.
"Then imagine the father you respected so much fucking up, said and said so-called Lord deciding to punish him by tasking him to kill a man even he feared to meet in the battlefield," I finished in a depressed voice.
I was proud of the ridiculous story that I spun, especially since she was looking at me with sympathy rather than fear. My earlier preparation played an important role in her quick acceptance though. "Why didn't you ask for Dumbledore's help if you wanted to get away?" she asked.
"Yes, after all, he has a great record of protecting people, right?" I said derisively. "Just ask Longbottoms, Prewitts, Potters, and many others." I could see her getting ready for rebuttal, but I just continued. "And it doesn't matter. Even if he was able to protect me, my mother would have paid for it, tortured and killed as a lesson for all his followers." The answer stole the wind off her sails.
Before she could answer, the door to the cells had opened, the marking the second stage of my plan. "Quick," ordered as I pushed my pants down and pulled my cock free, which was already hard thanks to the earlier view. "Start sucking, we need a cover for why I'm spending that much time with you."
She looked at me in shock, unable to process the sudden change. I pushed her shoulder, forcing her to her knees. She opened her mouth to say something, but I leveraged the opportunity to push my cock inside her mouth, my hands strong at the back of her head to prevent her from pulling back. Frozen in indecision, she was unable to react before my puppet arrived at her cell. "Interrogation seems to be going well, sir!" he said, followed by a mechanical laugh before his departure. I kept sliding my shaft into her mouth until I heard the door closing, then pulled. "that went well-" I started, but this time I was the one that was interrupted with a slap. Still, I counted it as a success, as it was a limp slap with no conviction behind, and infinitely better than a knee between my legs, what I would receive if I did it without all that preparation.
"What the hell are you thinking you are doing!" she exclaimed in shock, her jaw wide with shock.
"I was making sure those idiots don't have a reason to suspect why I was staying for so long," I answered, dragging my fingers on my cheek absentminded. It was an interesting development, receiving a crude physical response like that. Normally, it would have sent me to a deep rage, with my plans to make her pay already in place, it only amused me slightly. "Not to mention I will have an excuse to let you go in the morning."
"Morning!" she exclaimed. "No, I need to go now, Ron and Harry would worry sick if I don't go back."
I looked at her sharply. "I don't care, their momentary worry is not worth compromising my position here. A night's worry wouldn't kill anyone, and that's assuming they even notice your disappearance."
"At least let me send a note to them," she begged, grabbing my arm. I was interested to note that her touch lingered comfortably on my biceps.
"And that would work well? Dear Harry, I'm captured by death eaters and currently held in prison, but don't worry, Malfoy is helping me. Sit tight and see you at the breakfast." No answer left her mouth, but her blush was enough to tell me she was well aware of its ridiculousness. "Anyway, it would be best if you get comfortable, we still have hours to kill," I added.
"Why don't you just go and wait in the lobby then," she asked with a blush, her gaze sliding towards my shaft in an increasing repeat.
"I can," I said with a shrug, showing a lack of care. "But if I go, the others will leverage the occasion to visit you. More than one was talking about taming the naughty whore that dared to fight back despite asking for it." Her gaze fell to the ground at the reminder of the exact circumstances she was caught. "But if you would prefer the attention of a bunch of lowlifes that are willing to work as the muscle for the Death Eaters, I can always accommodate," I added, making a show of turning my back, but stopped when I felt her hand wrapping around my biceps, desperation powering her grip.
"I thought so," I said as I turned back, enjoying the way she trembled as she saw my excited expression, even as she struggled to her own excitement.