scarletladyy (scarletladyy) wrote in hp_prisonerfest, @ 2012-03-01 23:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !fic, character: draco, character: hermione, exchange: 2011/2012, pairing: draco/hermione |
Choices For The Future Made - A gift for rzzmg!
Title: Choices For The Future Made
Author: surreal_angela
Recipient: rzzmg
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 4,274
Rating: R
Warnings: Dub-con, magical coercion, bondage themes, spanking, pregnancy
Summary: Draco has chosen Hermione for something very special.
Author's Notes: I tried to incorporate as many of your prompts as my muse would allow – I hope you enjoy. Further notes at the end. I would also like to thank my beta, who did a wonderful job at short notice.
Disclaimer: All characters, places and recognisable events from the Harry Potter world are the property of JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. I just play with them :)
It took me a few moments to realise where I was when I came to, but when I finally recognised my surroundings I felt my insides clench with fear.
Malfoy Manor.
My skin crawled as I remembered our last visit, the agony of Bellatrix’s torture still echoing from only a few short days ago. Please, dear Merlin, let her not be here...
So stupid. I couldn’t believe how stupid I was. I’d left Shell Cottage by myself, with only Draco’s wand for protection (Bellatrix’s was too important for our tentative plans – I had no doubt she’d put a wand lock on her vault). I’d only left to get some air, to get away from Ron’s crestfallen face when he looked at me, the tightness in Harry’s eyes, Fleur’s bustling concern... But I must have unwittingly crossed outside the Secret-Kept area around the cottage, and the Snatchers had been waiting for me.
And now I was here.
I was in the same room as last time, but this time it was empty of people, and dark. I sat up and searched briefly through my clothing – intact – for Draco’s wand – absent – and came across thin cuffs on each of my wrists, which I thought might have been silver in the dim light.
Absorbed in my inspection of the cuffs – were those runes etched into the bands? – I startled when the door to the room opened, admitting a warm golden light.
"I wouldn’t bother playing with those, Granger; you won’t be able to get them off." Draco Malfoy’s drawling voice echoed around the room, and as I looked up at him I could see him toying with his wand.
"What do they do?" I was proud of myself for keeping my voice steady.
He smirked. "Hex me and find out."
Not liking the sound of that, I gestured to the room around me, forcing a tone of mocking bravado into my voice. "So, you’ve captured Potter’s Mudblood. What next? No torture, no Riddle? Honestly Draco, it’s like you’re not even taking this seriously. What will Aunt Bella say?"
"I don’t think she’ll say much at all, actually. She’s asleep. So is everyone else. And they won’t wake up until I’m ready, so don’t bother screaming. You’re here for me, this time."
I couldn’t help the shudder that passed through me at his words, and his smile grew. "Like the sound of that, do you? Face it, Granger; you owe me. I helped Potter and the Weasel get out of here alive, and now you’re going to do something for me. Stand up, please."
Surprised to hear even that much courtesy from him, I obeyed, then startled again as the cuffs pulled my arms behind my back seemingly of their own accord. As the cuffs clicked together like magnets, locking my arms in place, Draco pulled a scarf out of his pocket and bound my eyes, blocking all of my vision except for a sliver of light against my cheeks.
I felt something heavy rest around my neck, and my cheeks burned as I realised he was collaring me like a dog. He spoke softly as he fastened the collar and attached a lead rope. "Relax Granger, you might even enjoy yourself." He stroked my neck with the tip of a finger, and I gasped as a dark, liquid heat filled me. Never, in all of my shy fumbling with Ron, had I been so aroused.
I could barely hear my own ragged whisper. "Draco, what have you done?"
There was silence for a long moment, and I thought perhaps he’d not heard me. Then, as he gently pulled the leash, forcing me into step behind him, I heard his murmured reply.
"What I do, Hermione."