"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little mudblood."
Hermione froze when she heard the taunting voice, disbelief in her eyes as she turned around to find herself looking at Draco Malfoy. She didn't have time to reach for her wand, his already out and pointed straight at her. She contemplated her chances of escape, knowing that it wasn't likely. Since Harry had died two years ago and Voldemort had taken control of the wizarding community, it wasn't like anyone would try to help her anyway. Defiantly, she glared at Draco, "Bugger off, Malfoy."
"Bugger off?" he arched a brow, "Is that really the best you can come up with? I'd have expected far better from you."
"Are you going to bore me to death or kill me?" she asked in what she hoped was a bored tone. If she was going to die, at least she'd go down with spirit.
"Why kill you when there are so many other entertaining alternatives," Draco smirked as he walked towards her.
"Fuck you, Malfoy!" she said before she turned to run, knowing by the look in his eyes that he didn't plan on killing her quickly. She hadn't gone three steps before his muscular arm was around her waist, pulling her against his hard body.
"Actually, I think I'd much prefer fucking *you*, mudblood," he sneered as his hand went over her mouth. He quickly apparated out of the alley, his gray eyes flashing with triumph as they arrived in the parlor of Malfoy Manor. She was struggling to free herself, fingernails clawing at his arm, body twisting as she tried to break free from his hold. Laughing, he pushed her to the floor, eyes moving over the proud witch as she glared at him.
"I'm a mudblood, Malfoy. Why would you want to touch me?" she asked, wishing he'd lower his wand to give her a chance to at least try to run.
Draco smirked, "Because I can. Now, be a good girl, crawl over here and suck my cock."
"Draco, really, have I not taught you anything?" a voice drawled lazily.
"Father," Draco turned to find Lucius standing in the doorway. Before he could say anything else, Hermione was on her feet running towards the other door. He quickly said a locking charm and went to her, grabbing her by her long, curly hair and pulling her back. "Going somewhere, darling?"
"What do you have there, Draco?" Lucius asked as he entered the room, kicking the door shut behind him. He moved closer, his hand going beneath the girl's chin and lifting it.
"It's the mudblood, Potter's little friend," Draco smiled smugly, "Silly little thing was out walking all alone at night."
"Pretty little thing, isn't she?" Lucius observed, smiling when she struggled to free her face from his hand. "Spirited. I like that. Much more fun to break the feisty ones."
"Let me go," Hermione struggled, eyes widening when she felt Draco's erection pressing against her back. Oh God, they weren't going to kill her, they were going to rape her. She shook her head, tears in her eyes as she begged, "Please don't. Just kill me."
"Tears, how common," Lucius smiled as his finger brushed an offending tear across her cheek. He caught her eyes, casually asking, "Do you know what we're going to do to you, Mudblood?"
"I think she's starting to figure it out, Father," Draco laughed huskily, his hand moving across Hermione's flat stomach and pulling her back hard against his erection.
"Draco, please refrain yourself from interrupting," Lucius sneered before looking back at the girl, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he said, "We're going to use you like the little mudblood whore you are."
"No," Hermione whispered, feeling Draco's mouth against her ear.
"And you're going to love it," Draco taunted before he bit into her neck.
"Stop, please stop," Hermione whimpered.
"Let me think about that," Draco mused, smirking as he said, "No."
"Do shut the bitch up, Draco," Lucius instructed as he began to remove his robe. He watched as his son roughly kissed her, pale blue eyes narrowing as he watched his son gently caress the girl's breast. He rolled his eyes, moving forward and pulling the girl away from Draco. "Foolish boy, like this," he said before his lips came crashing down on Hermione's, his hands roughly kneading her full breasts before he ripped her shirt. When she gasped, his tongue slid inside her mouth, taking possession of her, his hands bruising her tender flesh as he squeezed her ripe breasts.
"I think she likes it," Draco smirked as he saw the hard nipples, hearing her whimper at his words. He removed his clothes, lazily watching his Father kiss and maul the know-it-all bitch. When he was naked, his hand moved along his cock. He'd been hard since he'd seen her in the alley and realized who it was, using most of his self-control not to just fuck her in the alley. He wanted to play, though, so he'd resisted and brought her home.
"Your turn," Lucius said huskily as he released the girl's swollen lips and pushed against Draco. He watched with amusement as her eyes widened at the sight of his naked son, his hand firm against her back as he prevented her from moving.
"Does she taste good, Father?" Draco asked, his eyes not leaving Hermione's as he moved against her.
"Not bad, for a mudblood whore," Lucius smirked, enjoying watching his son play with the former Head Girl of Hogwarts.
"You liked kissing my Father, didn't you?" he arched a brow, his hand snaking up her skirt and between her legs when denied it. He ripped her panties, his fingers brushing through wet curls. "You're soaking wet, Mudblood. I always told you that you were a little whore."
"No, stop it," Hermione denied, hating that her body was reacting to them. She gasped when Draco pushed two fingers into her, his mouth claiming hers in a deep kiss. She didn't want to respond, wanted nothing more than to wake up and find out this was just a nightmare, but she felt herself pushing against his fingers, trying to get him to go deeper.
"I want to watch you fuck the little slut, Draco," Lucius ordered as he removed his clothes and took a seat in his favorite chair. He lazily stroked his cock as he watched his son release the girl's lips and smirk at him. Spoiled brat, he thought fondly.
"Of course, Father," Draco smirked, eyes moving over his Father briefly before looking at Hermione. He pulled his fingers from her wet cunt, ripping her skirt and pushing the remains of her shirt from her body. She stood naked before them, looking like a fallen angel with her hair around her face and the broken look in her eyes. He snarled, "A mudblood doesn't deserve to be so bloody beautiful!"
Hermione found herself knocked to the floor, pain shooting through her back as she landed on the hard wood. Tears were in her eyes as Draco roughly spread her legs, his fingers bruising her skin as he forced her legs apart. She didn't even realize she was arching towards him, helping him spread her legs so he could move between them. She felt his cock rub against her slit, a moan coming from her lips, "Please."
"Please what, my beautiful little whore?" he asked with a knowing smile. He didn't plan on raping her, he wanted her to beg for it, to surrender to him. She wouldn't be able to blame him for anything.
"Don't make me say it," she begged, moving against the hand that was again between her legs. She looked away from his smug face, finding herself staring at the impressive vision of a nude Lucius Malfoy slowing stroking his cock. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, eyes closing as she tried to forget where she was, what was happening to her.
"Never close your eyes on me, Mudblood," Draco said sharply, his hand gripping her face tightly. When she opened her eyes, he said, "What do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me," Hermione whimpered, crying out as he thrust deep into her wet pussy. His mouth was on her breasts, nibbling on her flesh, his hands roughly moving over her body. She stared at the ceiling as he fucked her, so aroused that she would have done anything he suggested. Her head turned to the side and she looked into Lucius' blue eyes, liking the reaction he was having to watching his son fuck her. A small part of her was a bit disgusted at the idea that a father was aroused by watching his son have sex, but the rest of her found it rather exciting.
"Let her ride you, Draco," Lucius ordered silkily, tired of watching. Draco caught his eyes and smiled before he flipped them, Hermione on top, riding his cock and moaning for more. Lucius walked towards them, his hand snaking between them, his fingers briefly touching Draco's cock before he twisted her clit. Removing his hand, he pushed her forward, watching Draco kiss her deeply. He smiled as his hand moved over her arse, his wet fingers sliding into her tight hole. He heard her gasp, his fingers moving inside her, stretching her. Soon, she was pushing back against his hand, riding it, sucking his fingers inside. He removed his hand, position his cock against her and thrust forward, burying himself completely in her tight arse with one stroke. She screamed out, her back arching up, her eyes glazed with desire and passion. His lips caught hers in an explorative kiss, his hand squeezing her breast as Draco leaned forward to lick her other breast. It wasn't long before he felt himself ready to come, the tightness of her arse squeezing him. Releasing her mouth, he tangled his fingers in her hair and pushed into her as he came.
Draco caught her lips when his Father released her mouth, his tongue dueling with hers as his hand moved between her legs. He brushed his thumb against her clit, feeling her muscles tighten around him before screamed her release into his mouth. He arched into her and came, growling her name as he held her. He watched as Lucius pulled out of her, a satisfied smile crossing the elder Malfoy's lips. Draco felt her collapse against him, listening to her ragged breathing. With a loving smile, he brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead, "You okay, love?"
"Hmm," Hermione murmured before she looked into his gray eyes and smiled mischievously, "that was fun."
"You and your games," Lucius chuckled as he stretched, smiling fondly at his son and daughter-in-law.
"You like my games, Daddy," Hermione smiled impishly before blowing him a kiss.
"Brat," Lucius snickered as he grabbed his robe and slid it on.
"I don't know about him, but I love them," Draco smiled at his wife as he sat up, sending his spent cock deeper into her.
"I know you do, honey," she laughed before kissing him. Reluctantly, she released his mouth and stood up. Their game tonight was one of her favorites, innocent Hermione caught by wicked Draco and shared with Lucius. She always put up a good fight until the moment of sweet surrender. She saw the love in his eyes when he looked at her, a smile crossing her face. She had never intended to fall in love with Draco Malfoy. They'd been enemies the first five years at Hogwarts. During their sixth year, though, something had changed. They'd begun a relationship that they kept secret from everyone until they both realized that what they felt was real. That had changed everything and there had been some difficult choices ahead of her. She had followed her heart and had no regrets. She loved Draco and cared about Lucius, and they were devoted to her. They had never forced her into anything, every choice her own, and she would do it again if it meant the happiness she now had.
"Thinking, love?" Draco arched a brow as he got to his feet and brushed his fingers against her face.
"About you," Hermione smiled as she moved into his arms. She scratched at the dark mark on her arm, the one she had received during her seventh year at Hogwarts. She had betrayed her friends and their cause for love, spying for Voldemort and hand delivering Harry to the Dark Lord the summer after graduation in exchange for permission to become Draco's wife. Voldemort adored her and she had quickly gained a position of authority due to her intelligence and the support of the Malfoys. Harry had died, as had many others, but that was part of war. Some of her old friends had survived, had joined her side before the end, and were often guests at the Manor.
"Must be good, then," Draco smirked, brushing his lips against hers before saying, "Come on. We can shower and then get ready for dinner."
"I love you, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione smiled as she kissed the dark mark on his arm.
Draco repeated her action, kissing the mark on her arm before his gray eyes caught hers, "I love you more, Mrs. Malfoy."
"God, go shower before I find myself becoming ill," Lucius said dryly, a pleased smile on his face as they laughed and left the room, teasing each other as they headed upstairs. He poured himself a drink and sat down, blue eyes looking at the fire. He laughed softly, thinking to himself that life was good.
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