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Hermione’s head felt so fuzzy, but honestly so did everything else, her face and cheeks were cold, but it felt as though she was wrapped up in plush rich furs. A tiny snowflake landed on her nose and she blinked trying to wake herself up, but she couldn’t do it. The sensation of almost flying and snow falling felt quite real, but it shouldn’t have been, the last thing that she remembered was crawling into her bed after finally finishing running the Ministry’s annual Christmas gala - another long day at work, albeit a slightly more festive one. She groaned softly.
“Hush princess.” An arm pulled her closer. Smells like honey and fire whiskey invaded her nose and she let the warmth and the delicious smell lull her back to sleep. She didn’t really have much choice; the darkness pulled her back under.
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She dreamed of a white and silver sleigh that looked like something from Narnia flying through the snowdrifts in a forest full of unicorns. The moon was full and the world looked like a story book. She woke briefly when a man pulled her against his chest and carried her indoors. She was still wrapped in furs. When she tried to focus on his face, she knew she must still be dreaming because it looked just like Draco Malfoy. And he’d never touched her in his life.
She laughed quietly, already feeling sleep pulling her back down into oblivion.
“Was she awake, Drake?” A voice asked, she struggled to make sense of what it asked.
“Barely,” the dream of Draco Malfoy murmured. “She’ll be back asleep before long.”
Hermione wasn’t even awake to hear the last word of his sentence.
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Hermione had never considered biting to be erotic, but she felt teeth on her wrist, on her throat, and her body shivered in desire, only half awake. The soft furs that surrounded her were a sensory feast on her naked skin. Where had her clothes gone? She didn't remember taking them off…
“Don’t over do it, Theo,” Hermione heard someone command in the fog she floated in. Everything felt so good. So deliciously sensual.
“You’ve got plenty of blood replenishers, she tastes so good, don’t deny me.”
Hermione moaned at the loss of those teeth in her skin, trying to get closer to the source of pleasure.
“See? She likes it.” Hermione realised she was dripping wet between her legs and so full, she clenched around what was inside her, desperate for more friction. The male voice rumbled into her throat. "Little minx."
“Just don’t kill her. I want to play with her too.”
"Wait your turn wolf."
A soft growl made Hermione giggle, but she wasn't sure what was funny. The thrusts filling her felt so good. The biting was so nice. Hermione wondered if it was going to leave marks. That would be nice.
"Open your mouth princess." A hand stroked her cheek while all the pleasure continued unabated.
Hermione obeyed automatically, drinking from the potion vial that had been brought to her lips with enthusiasm.
"That's a good girl," the voice reassured her, rough palm on her cheek again. She made a happy noise at the praise before the pleasure low in her belly distracted her from the voice and the hand and even the biting. The world faded to only a vague awareness of bliss.
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Hermione's body felt strange. She had woken in a room she didn't recognize, her body was covered in bruises and bite marks and her breasts were swollen as was her belly. She felt awkward and her legs felt weak when she finally stood up.
She couldn't find anything to cover her nakedness. There was a jumble of thick furs on the bed and she had to fight the urge to curl back into their embrace, it was so cold. She attempted to wrap herself in one of the furs, but they were too small, especially with her stomach. She could feel fluttering inside her and it was unnerving. How long had she been out of it? How had she gotten here? Where was here even? Her mind felt foggy.
She was surprised to find the door to her bedroom unlocked, she pushed it open cringing at the creak it made. She wandered into the hall, dark and cold, afraid to make any more noise, she didn’t think her captor, or captors, would be happy to see her trying to escape. Clinging to the walls, she made her way down the hall as fast as she could.
“Where are you off to, my pet?”
At the voice Hermione bolted past windows covered in ice, impenetrable force fields kept her from going up the stairs, she was stuck on this level.
Where was her wand?
Her breasts and her cunt ached. She felt so empty. She needed…no she needed to get the hell out of here, but where was she?
Each of the doors that she came to were locked. She tried each one futilely.
Someone laughed in the house. It was a different voice but she recognized it. Minx. See, she likes it.
She shook her head. Something was wrong with her. Things were so fuzzy. Where was she? How long had she been here?
She heard someone's footsteps behind her and she tried to run but she had to hold her belly, it hurt. She stumbled, her body felt wrong.
“You can’t hide from me, not when I can smell you, your cunt, your milk, so delicious,” the first voice called out to her.
She tripped on a rug, landing hard on her hip, her hand flew to her belly, bracing herself.
Then she saw him in the dark coming towards her.
Draco Malfoy. He was shirtless, his pale skin stretched over muscles bigger than she had ever imagined.
Pale blonde hair dusted his chest, scars from Harry and darker spells bisecting that same torso. Claw and bitemarks stood out starkly on his left arm, partially scarring the faded Dark Mark that was there.
He growled and sprinted the last few feet to her, his speed supernatural as he loomed over her. With inhuman strength, he pinned her hands over the top of her head to the floor beneath her.
Draco's eyes glowed golden, not the cold silver she was used to from the Ministry. Her body reacted to him despite how scared she was, the wetness between her legs obvious and embarrassing in her naked state. She tried to fight against his grip but she was so weak. All she ended up doing was arching her hips into him, his erection apparent against the sensitive nub between her legs.
“Got you now, little mate,” Draco grinned down at her. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to get very far, not with our pup weighing you down.” He shifted so that one large hand gripped tight around both of her small wrists, allowing him to run a possessive hand over her rounded belly.
“Let me go,” she hissed.
“Well that’s never happening,” another voice said from above her. “It was far too much work to catch you.” Theodore Nott’s bright blue eyes sparkled more like gemstones than human irises and he was much paler than she remembered him being. Hadn’t he quit working in the Department of Mysteries suddenly last year… She shook her head, it was so hard to remember what she knew.
“Draco, give me a wrist,” Theo commanded, kneeling next to them. “Now wolf.” Draco growled but released one of her wrists, she tried to claw at them in a last effort for self-defence but Theo swiftly caught her, his hand was chilly compared to Draco’s warmth.
Theo kissed the palm of her hand and inhaled deeply, “You’re just so good for us. And haven’t we been taking good care of you?”
“We know you need us, we can smell your want,” Draco said, releasing himself from his trousers with one hand, his cock fully erect and nudging against her slick entrance. She held her breath in anticipation, she didn’t want to want it, but she knew it was the only way to relieve the ache between her legs.
“So delicious,” Theo murmured, pressing a trail of kisses down to her wrist as Draco inched inside her, filling her the way she needed.
“I can feel how much you need us,” Theo said, laving his tongue over her quickening pulse.
“I don’t,” Hermione whimpered, trying to convince herself but her body betrayed her, squeezing around Draco when he was fully sheathed.
“Such a liar,” Draco rumbled.
“She just needs a little reminder, that’s all,” Theo said, fangs growing and prodding at the tender skin of her wrists.
“Eyes on me princess,” Theo commanded, sinking his fangs into her. It didn’t hurt at all, maybe she was used to it, or maybe it was because already sucked into those beautiful blue eyes, so mesmerising, her thoughts seemed more clearer as she stared at them.
The world seemed to disappear down to Theo’s eyes and Draco inside of her, everything else faded to nothingness.
Images flew through her mind: stealing kisses from Theo or Draco and then going home to Ron, sneaking away at the Leaky to shag Draco against the wall and returning to her oblivious friends with his cum dripping down her legs, secret gifts and assignations, Theo quitting his job when his supervisor suspected, Hermione breaking up with Ron because she'd been tired of hiding who she really wanted to be with.
She’d come here with Draco and Theo because she wanted to. They’d been having an affair for months after all.
She had quit her job willingly.
She vaguely remembered talking to Kingsley through the floo while Draco fucked her from behind. Had Kingsley been able to see that? Did she really care?
She certainly had no intention to go back to that dead-end drudgery at the Ministry.
She really had been so unhappy there.
She was going to be so much happier here with Theo and Draco. They were going to fulfil her every whim and desire.
She could read as much as she liked.
She certainly could.
Theo stroked her cheek and she smiled up at him, while Draco filled her, his teeth on her throat as he rutted into her.
“And aren't you so happy to be with us now love?”
“Always,” Hermione moaned as she came hard, her body shuddering as her mind seemed to float away on a cloud.
Lovely.
Everything was just so perfect. She’d never been so happy.