Chapter 2

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Hermione sat back in shock. "What are you saying, Lavender?"

The dark-haired girl across from her quickly wiped some blood away from her arm. "I'm saying that I fought him off – mostly anyway. His hands were all over, and that horrible woman was laughing and doing more damage to me than he was." She smirked suddenly.

"W-what?"

"I was slammed into the wall and forgotten about once he was able to rip my knickers away."

"I don't understand," said Hermione, clearly puzzled.

"He began licking the crotch, and she just attacked him. They started fighting and going at it. I thought she was jealous, but... but she liked it. It turned her on." Lavender grinned broadly. "They shagged right there in front of me."

"Oh, my God! How horrible," Hermione said with a gasp. "I'm sorry that this has happened to you." She looked around. "I don't know what else is next. I think – I think Snape plans on using us."

"Snape? Ugh. Of all the Death Eaters for us to get stuck with, we had to get landed with Snape!" Lavender curled her lip in distaste.

"I wouldn't want to get landed with any of them," Hermione returned, aghast at Lavender's attitude. She had been beaten and hysterical, yet she was acting as if all was well. Even as she thought this, she remembered Snape's mouth on her ear, teeth nicking her lobe roughly, and voice silkily telling her what he'd do to her. A tingling sensation took flight in her stomach, making her bite her lip.

"One day you'll learn the power women have over men. That Rodolphus," she lowered her voice, "he came back at me once his wife went to the loo." She nodded and grinned.

Hermione gulped. "Did he...?"

"He mesmerized me with his eyes, saying to relax, and then he slid his hand down my body, caressing me down there." She sighed. "It was horrible, yet it was the most erotic thing I've ever experienced. I've had fantasies of being taken by force, and that was just... wow!"

Horrified, Hermione remained silent. The look on Lavender's face was dreamy and a little smug.

"I would have come if his bloody wife hadn't stormed in and demanded that they find out where Snape was and what he'd done with you." Lavender added in a condescending tone, "She thinks you're Harry's girlfriend. Hmph. I didn't bother correcting her." She eyed Hermione closely. "For all I know, you've been giving it to Harry instead of Ronald."

"How dare you!" Hermione itched to slap the horrid girl, but she didn't want to add to her injuries. Something was telling her that Lavender was just acting this way to cover her shame and anger.

"Oh, no, Hermione, how dare you?! Don't you know that Ron has needs? How could you just let..." Her eyes widened.

Hermione turned around to see Snape leaning against the desk casually. "Are you about done?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Sir, please, help us," Hermione said, noting that his robes were gone, replaced by a pair of loose-fitting trousers and a white shirt. 'He looks different,' she thought, having to shake her head to regain her senses.

His smirk turned into a leer as he strode forward, gazing at Hermione. "Oh, I'll help you, Miss Granger, but first, you have to help me."

She could feel his eyes upon her much like his hands would be, almost as if she could feel his gaze. Her heartbeat quickened. "Wh-what is it that you want?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I think we've established that already, now haven't we?"

"What do you want with me?" Lavender interrupted suddenly, reminding both Snape and Hermione that she was there.

When he moved over to where Lavender stood, appraising her, Hermione felt relieved... and yet, she felt resentful. Lavender flashed a smug grin at her and even seemed to be proudly displaying herself, moving so that her torn blouse revealed more of her breasts.

"Come with me, Miss Brown," Snape said, extending a hand to her.

Giving Hermione a quick look that seemed to say 'I told you so,' Lavender took his hand and allowed him to escort her from the room. Hermione watched as they moved down the hallway to a closed door, disappearing inside with a loud clack.

'Is that his bedroom? Are they going to shag now?' A frown formed on her mouth. Another man, albeit unwanted – mostly – had chosen Lavender Brown over her. But that didn't make sense. He'd told her what he wanted.

Moving to sit in the corner again, she bitterly hoped that Lavender hated whatever it was that he was doing to her. 'How dare he choose that bint over me!' she childishly thought, knowing she didn't mean it. Not really.

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Hours later, Harry was still yelling at Ron.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

"I know, mate. You don't think I feel badly enough?" asked Ron. "I didn't know she was coming back so soon. I never would have..."

"You never should have! I never should have told her the address!" Harry ran his fingers through his untidy hair. "What are we going to do?"

"We're going to search for them of course," Ron said.

"Oh, right, maybe the address is listed publicly for us," Harry grouched.

"No, but you'll never guess who I found when I was out looking for some sign of them at their last known location." Ron's expression was self-satisfied. "Go on then. Guess."

"I don't know. Who?"

Ron took Harry's arm and Side-Along Apparated them to a darkened forest. "Just there," he said, pointing to a small shack. "Got him Stunned, I do."

Harry entered the little shack to find a spread-eagle Draco sprawled on the floor. His emotions rushed up and made him feel unbalanced. "Ron," he said calmly, "go back to Grimmauld Place. I need a few moments to think about this, and then I want to talk to him alone."

"But, Harry, I don't think..."

"I think I can handle this on my own, thanks," Harry said, hands shaking with adrenaline.

"Right then. See you at headquarters," Ron said in dejection.

Deciding to sit down and just watch Malfoy until he woke up on his own, Harry remembered the last time they'd met.

Draco's wand pressed tightly against Harry's throat. "I'm right tired of you following me about, Potter," he said angrily. "I've something to do, and you won't stop me. You hear that? You can't stop me!"

Suddenly, Draco grabbed Harry's hand, wand still at his throat, and forced Harry's hand to feel the bulge beneath his robes. "I am up to something; quite astute, Potter." His grey eyes flashed with menace. "I think I should make you do..." His eyes widened as Harry's fingers squeezed the hard cock of their own accord.

"Sorry." A flick of the wand and a whispering of "Obliviate" had Harry's memory erased.

The spell hadn't lasted though. Draco likely hadn't meant it, making the spell weak. When Harry was practicing Occlumency on himself right after Dumbledore died and before the funeral – to keep Voldemort from feeling his pain – he remembered it full force. The shame and confusion had caused him to break up with Ginny. She deserved a better man. Someone not obsessed with another person. Someone who'd never given his enemy a wank.

Finally, Draco stirred and sat up slowly.

Harry saw him swallow thickly as their eyes met. "Malfoy," he said evenly.

"Potter," came the reply.

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A/N: I really like Draco and Harry stories. I hope you don't mind them as a minor pairing! Thank you so much for the reviews; could you please let me know if you like way the story is going? Thank you Madam_Goodsnatch for beta reading this over – even my author's notes!