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Hermione has been in the room, alone with her thoughts, for what feels like an eternity. It's been at least thirty minutes since Draco left her kneeling on the cold, hard floor, her wrists and ankles bound by the unforgiving ropes.  She had discovered a sharp edge on the stone hearth and had been carefully, painfully, rubbing her bound wrists against it. Desperately trying to cut through the rope. The ropes are frayed, but they haven't given way yet. She knows she needs to keep trying, to stay sharp, to find a way out.

As she keeps trying to slice the rope, Hermione can't help but wonder if there are others here that she knows. She tries to think, listing the names of everyone she can remember who might have ended up in this hellish place. It had been so long since she had seen anyone. Ron was the last person she had seen, and even that was months ago. Maybe even one of her close friends like Ginny or Luna had wound up here. Although she hoped not. If she can just get out of Draco's room, maybe she could free someone else. 

Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door opening, She quickly composes herself, pulling her hands away from the edge, and she slumps her head trying to look as defeated as possible.

Draco Malfoy strides back into the room, his eyes scanning over her naked body with a hunger that makes her stomach turn. In one hand, he holds a small, crystal vial filled with a swirling, silver liquid that glitters like liquid moonlight. His gaze lingers on her bruised breasts and reddened thighs before returning to her face. "Good girl," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "You've had some time to consider your position. Perhaps now you'll be more... compliant." He approaches her, the vial glinting in his hand. "This potion will ensure your body responds appropriately to your new role." He uncorks the vial and brings it to her mouth, his eyes never leaving hers. "Drink."

With a fierce glower, Hermione clamps her mouth shut tightly. "I will not," she says through gritted teeth, her voice firm and unwavering despite the fear that tightens her chest. "You can't force me to be something I'm not, Draco. I am not your toy, and I will never be." She shakes her head, the ropes digging into her wrists as she does so. "Do whatever you like to me, but I'll never take that potion." The air in the room is thick with tension, her eyes never leaving his as she waits for his response, bracing herself for the next round of punishment.

His smirk falters for a moment, and his eyes flash with anger. "You're more stubborn than I gave you credit for, mudblood," he says, his voice a low growl. He pulls out his wand and taps the vial, a stream of the potion comes flying out of the vial and straight into her mouth. He watches with a mix of annoyance and excitement as she struggles against the ropes, her throat working as she tries to resist swallowing. "You'll find it easier to swallow than your pride," he says, his eyes cold. When the potion is gone, he steps back and waits, his gaze on her like a hawk watching its prey. "Now, let's see if you still have that fight left in you after this takes effect."

The potion burns as it goes down her throat, and she coughs, trying to fight the involuntary swallows that follow. Within moments, she feels a strange warmth spread through her body, tingling in the most intimate places. The pain from her earlier punishment fades away, replaced by an overwhelming, uncontrollable lust. Her breath hitches as she feels her body betray her, her nipples hardening and her pussy growing wet. She looks at Draco with a mix of anger and desperation, hating herself for the way she's reacting, but unable to stop it. "What have you done to me?" she gasps, her voice trembling.

"I just fed you a delightful potion that lowers your inhibitions and induces an insatiable horniness," Draco explains with a wicked smile, watching the effects take hold of her. "It'll make you much easier to control, You'll be begging for it, craving the touch of anything you can get your filthy hands on"  Draco reaches out and roughly gropes her breasts, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pinches her nipples, watching as she gasps and arches her back involuntarily.

Despite her efforts to resist, the potion's effect is potent. Hermione feels a wave of pleasure so intense it takes her breath away. Her body responds to his touch as if it has been starved of intimacy for years, her nipples peaking and her pussy clenching with need. She can't hold back the moan that escapes her lips as he continues to play with her breasts, the sensation sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. Her eyes glaze over, and she can't help but lean into his touch, hating herself for it but unable to resist the overwhelming sensations that flood her body.

"One of the most important lessons I have to teach you," Draco says, his voice cold and firm. "Is that you, mudblood,  are inferior. Your kind does not belong in our world. You are here to serve." He grabs a handful of her hair and yanks her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Look at me," he commands, his eyes boring into hers. "Look into the eyes of your superior and admit it. Tell me, Hermione Granger, tell me that you are inferior to me." He releases her hair and steps back, waiting for her response.

Hermione's eyes fill with tears of frustration and anger as she feels the potion's power over her body. She wanted his touch, she wanted anything to feel an ounce of pleasure, but her mind screams for her to fight, to not give in to his vile words. She clenches her jaw tightly, her body betraying her as she fights the urge to moan in pleasure. "Never," she whispers, the word barely audible. "I am not inferior to you, Draco Malfoy. I never will be." Despite the potion's relentless pull, she refuses to give in to his demands.

Draco replied, his smile turning into a sneer, "So stubborn. But fear not, for I am a patient man." He walks over to his desk and places the empty vial down with a clack. " I will deny you the pleasure which you will crave until you understand your inferiority. The potion I gave you will make sure of that. You will ache for it." He stands upright, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

The potion's warmth spreads through her like wildfire, making her body ache and pulse with need. Hermione's mind is a battlefield as she desperately tries to regain control over her traitorous body. She can feel her clit swelling and her pussy throbbing, begging for relief, she wanted to snap the ropes and use her fingers to relief herself. She grits her teeth. The need to touch herself, to bring herself even the slightest bit of comfort, is almost maddening. Her breathing grows ragged as she tries to focus on anything else, but the potion's effects are too strong, too insistent. She's aware of Draco's eyes on her, watching her struggle, and she hates herself for the way her body reacts to his mere presence. The room feels like it's closing in on her.

Draco saunters closer, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "All you have to do to ease this ache is to admit that you are inferior, that you are here to serve. Say it, Hermione. Say that you are inferior to me." His voice is a seductive whisper that sends shivers down her spine despite her resolve. "Say it," he repeats.

With a fierce grit of her teeth, Hermione refuses to give in to the words he wants to hear. Instead, she turns away from him, her body straining against the ropes, trying to find something - anything - to rub against for relief. She sees a chair leg, and with a desperate need that overrides any shred of dignity she has left, she arches her hips and tries to push herself against it, her wetness leaving a slick trail on the cold stone floor, but can't quite reach it. "Never," she manages to choke out, her voice filled with pain and longing.

Draco laughs, a harsh, mocking sound that echoes through the room. "Look at you, desperate little mudblood," he sneers, watching her futile attempt to find relief. "You're pathetic. If you can't even control your own body, how do you expect to control anything else?" He strides closer, his leg outstretched, the fabric of his trousers tauntingly close to her needy sex. "Here," he says, his voice a sneer. "Hump this instead." He presses his leg against her, watching with a twisted delight as she struggles to maintain her dignity.

With a low, anguished moan, she starts to rock her hips against his leg, her body betraying her as it desperately seeks any semblance of pleasure it can find. The friction is almost unbearable, a sweet agony that makes her want to scream with need. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on anything other than the cruel smile on Draco's face, but all she can think about is the way her body feels, the way she's humiliating herself in front of him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to move, hoping that any second the effects of the potion will wear off.

Draco pulls his leg away abruptly, leaving her gasping and frustrated. "If you want to keep going, tell me you're inferior, and then I'll let you continue." His eyes glint with malicious glee as he watches her squirm, the potion's effects making it impossible for her to ignore the throbbing need between her legs.

Her eyes fly open, and she glares at him with a mix of anger and despair. "Fine," she bites out, the word feeling like acid on her tongue. "I'm an inferior mudblood." The moment the words leave her mouth, she feels a piece of herself shatter, but the potion's grip on her is too strong to care about her pride. She needs release, and she needs it now. She begs him with her eyes, silently pleading for him to let her continue.

He smirks, "Good girl," he purrs, pushing his leg back against her, allowing her to resume her desperate grinding. "Remember this feeling, Granger. This is what you are now. A needy whore craving the touch of your superior." He watches her face contort with a mix of pleasure and disgust as she uses his leg to satisfy the potion's demands.

Hermione's body moves against his leg in a frenzied dance of need, her breathing growing more ragged with each passing second. She can feel an orgasm building, and she hates him for it, but she can't stop herself. She tries to block out his voice, focusing only on the friction and the sensation building inside her. Just as she reaches the peak, Draco pulls his leg away again, leaving her panting and on the edge of madness. "Please," she whispers, her voice raw with desperation. "Please, let me..."

"Let you what, mudblood?" he asks, his tone mocking. "Let you cum? Not until you admit you enjoy this." He leans down, his breath hot against her ear. "Admit that you like being used like a common whore." He watches her, his eyes gleaming with victory as she fights against the ropes, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire. "Say it," he whispers, his voice a seductive command.

Hermione bites her lip, her eyes squeezed shut to hold back the tears of rage and despair. She tries to resist the potion's overwhelming power, but her body feels like it's on fire, begging for release. She knows she can't hold out. "I... I like this," she whispers, the words barely audible, her voice filled with pain and defeat. "I like this, I like being used like a common whore" she repeats, louder this time, hating herself for every syllable that leaves her mouth. The potion's grip over her body was suffocating.

"That's better," Draco says, his smirk widening as he watches her squirm. "Now, continue," he commands. He watches as she begins to rock her hips again, her body seeking the release it so desperately needs. He grabs her hips, holding her in place against his leg as she ruts against him, his hand moving to her throat to control her movements. "Faster," he whispers, his grip tightening. 

With a whimper of defeat, Hermione starts to grind her hips against Draco's leg again, her body moving almost involuntarily. The friction is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through her that she can't ignore. Her orgasm builds rapidly, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter until she can't hold it back any longer. She cums with a strangled cry, her juices soaking his trousers as she clenches against his leg.

As the orgasm washes over her, Hermione feels the potion's grip loosen. The intense need for release subsides, leaving her feeling weak and vulnerable. She opens her eyes, meeting Draco's cold gaze, and sees the smug satisfaction on his face. She feels the ropes digging into her wrists, a stark reminder of her captivity. Despite the temporary respite from the potion's effects, the weight of her situation crashes back down on her, and she feels more defeated than ever.

She spits out, her voice thick with disdain. "Do you need a potion to get someone to obey you? So much for pure-blood superiority," she says, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. "It's probably the only way you can get someone to want you." Her words are a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control over the situation, to strike back at him for the humiliation she's just endured.

Draco's smirk falters for a moment, surprised at how quickly she regained control, but quickly recovers. "Your insolence is entertaining, but it won't change your fate, Granger. The potion's effects are temporary, but your inferiority is not." He walks over to her, his hand grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I don't need a potion to make someone want me, " Draco laughs, a cold, humourless sound. "Let me show you just how wrong you are." With a flick of his wand, Hermione can hear a small ringing bell. The sound is faint, but it seems to echo through the room, resonating in the air with an eerie finality. "I'm sure you'll recognise this girl."

Hermione's heart skips a beat as the door to the chamber opens, and in walks a figure she hasn't seen in what feels like an eternity. Ginny Weasley, her fiery red hair cascading down her bare back. Ginny's naked form is marred by various bruises and marks, a silver collar and leash attached to her neck the only adornments she wears. For a moment, the room feels like it's spinning, and Hermione can't believe what she's seeing. "Ginny," she whispers, her voice hoarse with a mix of horror and relief. Ginny's eyes widen with shock at the sigh of her friend.

Ginny quickly corrects herself, her features smoothing into a mask of obedience and adoration. Suddenly completely ignoring Hermione. "Hello, Master Malfoy," Her breasts, fuller and more voluptuous than Hermione's, bounce gently with each step she takes, the nipples hard with anticipation. Her firm ass sways subtly, the muscles tight from her years of Quidditch training. Despite the bruises and marks marring her skin, there's a seductive allure to her that seems almost unnatural. She stops before Draco, her eyes never leaving the floor, her breathing shallow and rapid. "You called for me, Master?" she purrs, dropping to her knees and bowing her head before him, her body moving with a grace that seems almost rehearsed.

Hermione's eyes narrow as she watches Ginny, the anger and disgust at Draco's manipulation overwhelming her. She can see the smugness etched on his face. It takes everything in her not to spit at him, to keep her contempt in check. Instead, she watches in silence, her mind racing, searching for a way to free not only herself but her friend as well. The sight of Ginny, once so proud and fierce, now acting as a subservient plaything is almost more than she can bear. She wants to shout and scream, to hammer some sense into her friend. But she knows that's exactly what Draco wants to see. She won't give him that satisfaction.

Draco strokes Ginny's cheek with the back of his hand before inserting a finger into her mouth, pushing it in until she gags..  He withdraws his finger with a wet pop, wiping it clean on her cheek. "Your mudblood friend here is about to start her lessons. As one of my star pupils, I'm making you responsible for ensuring she behaves well." He squeezes her breast roughly, his eyes never leaving Hermione's.

Ginny moans as she is groped, her eyes glazed over. She nods eagerly, "I-I'll do my best to serve, Master Malfoy," she says, her eyes flickering briefly to Hermione before returning to Draco's. She licks her lips, her cheeks flushing with arousal as she anticipates what's to come. "I promise to make you proud, and to help the mudblood learn her place."

Hermione's eyes widen in shock and disbelief as Ginny addresses her with that word. She feels a surge of anger and betrayal, and she can't help but lash out, "Ginny, how can you call me that?" she spits, her voice filled with venom. "How can you buy into their stupid ideals, how could you become so... so different" Her voice breaks, a mix of anger and desperation as she tries to reach out to the Ginny she once knew, hoping to snap her out of this twisted reality.

Draco's smirk widens at Hermione's outburst. He grabs Ginny by her hair, pulling her head back. "It seems your friend still has a bit of spirit. So, for every act of defiance from her, you will  be the one to pay the price." He smirks, his hand coming down hard on Ginny's round, firm buttocks. She yelps, but quickly recovers, pressing herself against his hand as if begging for more.
He turns towards Hermione, "So, if you want to keep her from getting hurt," he says, his voice low and menacing, "you'll be a good little mudblood and do exactly as told." His hand lingers, caressing the reddened flesh before delivering another sharp spank.

Hermione winces as she watches Ginny get hurt, her heart breaking at the sight of her friend's degradation. Her eyes fill with tears of rage and despair. She'll be damned if she lets Ginny suffer any more than she already has. Even if Ginny was acting as she was.

"Th-thank you, Master Malfoy," Ginny stammers, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure as she looks up at him adoringly. "It's what I deserve for not serving well enough. I'll be better, I promise," she whispers, her eyes shimmering with a desperate need to please him. Her body trembles as she leans into his touch, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

Draco nods, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he releases Ginny's hair. Seemingly satisfied by her grovelling "Very well, then. You may punish the mudblood as you see fit, to make sure she learns" he says, "Take her to the dormitories, Ginny. She will be attending the same classes as you for the time being, make sure she is at class on time." he commands, his voice filled with authority.

Ginny looks up at Draco, "Yes, Master, I'll be a good blood traitor, " she says, her voice a sultry whisper. She turns to Hermione, her eyes momentarily filled with a flicker of something that might be concern or regret, before it's replaced with a cold, empty stare. "C-Come with me, mudblood," she commands, her voice shaking slightly as she crawls out of the room. Expecting Hermione to follow after her.

Hermione's gaze follows Ginny as she crawls away, taking in the bright red handprints on her friend's ass, a stark reminder of the price for disobedience. She would happily take punishments herself, but she couldn't make one of her friends hurt.  She bites her lip, the anger and despair boiling in her stomach like a cauldron of poison. For now, the only way to protect Ginny is to play along. With a heavy heart, she starts to crawl after Ginny, her nakedness feeling like a brand of shame. She keeps her eyes on the ground, not being able to bear looking at Draco. At the very least she would get away from him for a while.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter! The last one got a lot of positive feedback so hopefully I can have this story live up to what people want from it. I'm curious to know if people would be interested in chapters and scenes told from the perspective of other characters that don't include Hermione. Because I think there is a lot of scope for that.