Hermione and the Weasley Men - Part One
Subject Line: Herminoe and the Weasley Men; NC-17; Hermione/Bill/Charlie/Fred/George
Title: Herminoe and the Weasley Men
Author: sherlock1969
Disclaimer: all characters belong to JK Rowling, no copyright infringement intended.
Pairing: Hermione/Bill/Charlie/Fred/George
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hermione is involved with Bill, Charlie, Fred and George - they are all in a group relationship. After a misunderstanding, Hermione leaves. She is later kidnapped, raped and nearly beaten to death by Lucius Malfoy. Harry, Draco and Blaise rescue her and she is later reunited with the Weasley brothers.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content; NC-17; Group Sex; Incest; Violence; Rape; Non-con; Body Modifications; Dominion & Submission
Author's Notes: after many failed attempts to post here, I think I finally have it figured out - if there are still problems, please let me know.
[Part One]
Hermione and the Weasley Men
Disclaimer: all characters belong to JK Rowling, no copyright infringement intended.
Hermione took a deep breath as she stripped down to bare skin; she was in one of the loos in the large flat that Bill, Charlie, Fred and George shared in Dubai.
‘I can do this,’ she told herself.
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The five of them - the four of the eldest Weasley boys and Hermione shortly before the war had ended. It started with the Twins; she was working with them on research and development of counter charms and healing potions for the more deadly curses used by the Death Eaters.
After Fenrir Greyback’s attack, Bill had changed drastically. His inner wolf was too much for Fleur to handle and she had left. One day, he apparated to the Twins shop unannounced and caught the three of them mid-coitus. Instead of being appalled, his wolf had roared to live and demanded he claim the three of them as mates. A few weeks later, Charlie had dropped by for a visit and was initiated into the pack.
It wasn’t easy to have four dominant males ordering her around and Hermione’s temper had flared on more than one occasion. After her last explosion of fury, Bill had taken her aside and told her quite firmly what her choices were: accept the four of them as her dominants, submit to them with her total trust and obedience; or leave. Hermione was shocked; stunned to silence when Bill left her sitting in the small courtyard outside their flat.
She had a sick feeling that the choice of leaving meant never to see any of the Weasley’s again. She finally took a look at herself and was appalled at how superficial she had become. Hermione needed to make some changes if she wanted to live in relative happiness; especially with her boyfriends.
Slowly, Hermione entered the flat and approached the sitting room where her boys had gathered. She had intended to talk things through with them, but paused outside the doorway as she realized the context of the conversation.
“What do you think her decision will be, Bill?” asked Charlie. He was sprawled out on a couch under the window, and the sunlight sparkled off his red hair, turning it a golden auburn color.
Hermione swallowed at the sight of him, but turned her attention to Bill when he shook his head, long hair flaring for an instance. “I don’t know, but she’s not the naturally submissive type, so I don’t think she’ll be happy in the long run. Being dominated in the bedroom is something we know she finds enjoyable, but outside of it - living a lifestyle of complete submission; I just can’t see it happening with her.”
Fred frowned, “Does that mean…”
“…that she would have…” George carried on.
“…to leave us?” Fred finished.
The Twins grimaced at each other - they had been with her first before Bill, and then Charlie had entered into the relationship. However, Bill the was the Master Dominate of all them, and he had the final say.
Bill nodded slowly, “You know we can’t carry on as we have. The anger is tearing us apart - and great sex is not enough to hold a relationship together - especially the complicated one we have.”
Fred and George looked at each other and shrugged, “I guess this is as good a time as any to share our news,” George said.
“We’ve been offered a partnership with a store chain in Dubai. We had planned to Portkey back and forth; but if we’re breaking this pack up, we’ll move over there.”
Hermione had to stifle her gasp - they were leaving her, all of them.
Charlie perked up, “Really? I was just offered a position at the Dragon keep near there.”
“And I’ve been offered a curse-breaking position at the Gringotts branch in Dubai,” Bill informed them.
“This does seem to be a little too convenient though,” mused Charlie.
“What about Hermione?” the Twins chorused.
“I think it will be up to her to make a choice - she either comes with us to Dubai or she stays here,” Bill was firm.
The men looked sadly at each other, knowing a difficult path lay ahead.
Tears filled Hermione’s eyes as she slipped quietly away to the bedroom they normally shared. If they no longer wanted her, she would leave. A few quick spells later, her belongings were packed and shrunk, and she apparated away.
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The Weasley boys had left for Dubai after much fusing and crying from Mrs. Weasley. Hermione had not seen them since she had left their flat weeks before.
Harry had taken her for lunch a few days after they had left and broke the news as gently as he could to her.
“I hear they’ve settled into a large flat together. Their jobs are going well, but it seems like something’s missing. They aren’t as happy as they should be,” Harry told her.
Hermione sniffed, “They are of no concern to me.”
Harry looked at her knowingly, “Liar. They miss you and you miss them. Go to them.”
Fury snapped through Hermione, “Never,” she yelled as she stood up hastily and stormed away. She couldn’t maintain her anger for long, and she turned into a side street off Diagon Alley. She slumped against the side of a building, tears blurring her vision. She was so consumed by her grief and loneliness that she didn’t notice the figure that approached her. The man quickly stunned her and Hermione’s world suddenly went black.
[Part Two]
Hermione woke up stiff and sore with a massive headache. She tried shifting but was restrained by heavy chains locker her to the floor. She was naked, her arms were bound behind her, and her legs were strapped to either end of a wide steel bar, keeping them spread. She was vulnerable and she knew it.
Her mind was too befuddled to focus and she slumped in exhaustion after trying to unsuccessfully to summon her fury.
The room she was in was dim and she couldn’t see more than vague outlines of the objects scattered about. A fission of fear finally slithered through Hermione and she redoubled her efforts to pull free.
“It won’t do you any good you know, Miss Granger,” a honeyed purr came from behind her. “You are here at my mercy, to do with as I please.”
If his voice hadn’t given him away, then the hard tap-tap-tap of a cane on the cold hard floor identified her captor as Lucius Malfoy.
“You can’t do this, Malfoy; you’ll be sent to Azkaban,” Hermione spat hatefully.
“On the contrary, my dear, I think you’ll find I can do anything I want,” his voice dripped venom.
Hermione shivered, she shouldn’t be turned on by this - she really shouldn’t. She despised being ordered about - and that was the core of her problems with the Weasley men.
A rich chuckle filled her ears, “hmmm, does Miss Prim and Proper get turned on by being a slave?”
She wanted to deny it, but a compulsion to be honest had filled her, “yes,” she squeaked.
She wasn’t prepared for the blow that landed on her back, “yes what?” Malfoy Sr.’s voice snarled.
Hermione whimpered and gasped out, “yes, Master.”
“Better, now girl, I’m going to stand you up and you will keep straight, shoulders back and your eyes forward - do you understand?”
Hermione was terrified yet aroused, “yes, Master.”
Lucius levitated Hermione to her feet; she felt the blood rush to her head and she swayed dangerously with dizziness for a moment. She struggled to stay in position as instructed. Lucius circled her, eyeing her body critically as he trailed the end of the cane over her. He noted with satisfaction how her breath hitched as the cane played over her breasts.
Hermione braced herself internally as the his cane slithered over her skin, lingering at her nipples and she couldn’t quite stifle her gasp at the sensation. She felt Lucius move away and heard some clinking behind her. Her bonds to the floor and the steel bar between her legs disappeared with a silent command.
“Come here, slave,” Malfoys voice drawled behind her. Hermione turned slowly to keep her balance and stepped towards the tall blonde man. “Did I say you could walk, slave? Crawl to me.”
Hermione struggled with herself for a few seconds before sinking to her knees. With her arms still bound behind her, she shuffled forwards.
When she reached Lucius, he hauled her upright by her arms and then released their bindings. Before Hermione could appreciate the freedom, he had her strapped face up on a bench. Her arms were stretched above her head and locked in place; her legs were spread out to the sides and bound to the wings of the table. This left her pussy wide open with no impediment to access to it.
She shivered again from the cool air hitting her sensitive opening and from the feel of the ropes being bound around her body. They ran under her breasts and then crisscrossed between them, pressing her soft globes together tightly. More ropes ran over her stomach and hips, preventing her from arching into or away from a sensation.
When Lucius was finished binding her, all she could move was her head and that only fractionally. Hermione was blindfolded and gagged; she was completely at his disposal.
Hermione twitched slightly when she felt a cool tingling on her nipples as Lucius applied a salve to them; they felt hard and unyielding when he finished. There was a tight pinching when he placed clamps around them. She squealed behind her gag, earning her a sharp swat on her backside.
Lucius repeated the procedure with her clit, before linking the clamps together with a light chain; the slightest movement would pull on them, causing both pain and pleasure.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork before flipping the bench over, so that Hermione was suspended down off it. With a few adjustments to her position, she was left with her stomach supported and her arse high in the air. Lucius ran his hands over her supple rounded ass, perfect for the spanking to come. He slid his fingers down into her cunt, checking to see if she was wet yet. ‘Almost, but not quite enough; but that will change,’ he grinned to himself.
There was no warning as he smacked her rear cheeks with first his hand, then a paddle and finally a whip. Lucius would stop every now and then to finger Hermione’s snatch before soothing her reddened skin, and then resuming her initiation.
Hermione jerked repeatedly as the blows landed, causing the chains to yank at her nipples and clit. The pain and the pleasure blurred and she couldn’t stop moaning. Before she could climax, he stopped and flipped the bench over again.
“Did you cum?” he hummed at her. Hermione shook her head the best she could within her restraints.
“Good girl, you didn’t have permission did you?” he paused waiting her response. Hermione shook her head again, but her eyes pleaded with him.
Lucius chuckled, “all in good time, pet.” He loosened the clamps slowly of her very sensitive points. He summoned a bottle to him and proceeded to rub the contents over her areolas and clit. It stung, bringing tears to Hermione’s eyes. Before she could even blink the tears away, she felt a sharp piercing pain in first one and then the second nipple followed by her clit. She arched helplessly at the sensations running through her. Hermione could feel something hard in the middle of each bundle of nerves, keeping the tissue permanently erect.
Lucius peered down at her face before deciding she needed some relief. He began to finger her cunt and tug on her sore boobs until she was trying to wither with the feelings assaulting her. He loosened her bonds slightly and she began to buck against his hand. “You may cum, pet,” he commanded. Hermione clenched her inner muscles as waves of ecstasy flooded her.
While Lucius was rock hard, his self-control was like iron; he knew that by denying her the chance to pleasure him; along with only giving her partial relief, she would become more desperate to concede to his wishes.
He left her tied to the bench with instructions to rest.
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Within days, Lucius had Hermione crawling after him on all fours, fawning over him, desperate to worship him. Finally he sprawled naked on a couch, with Hermione nestled between his legs, suckling his cock. He had inserted a butt plug into her ass earlier and was tormenting her with a vibrating charm that shut off automatically when it sensed she was approaching climax. Lucius kept her hovering on the brink of climax for a long time. Hermione groaned in frustration while Lucius chuckled evilly above her, “now, now pet, you haven’t earned a reward yet.”
She relaxed her throat further, swallowing against his thick shaft as she fondled his sack with one hand and caressed his thighs and arse with her other. Lucius came with a shout, exploding down her throat. Hermione consumed as much of his cum as she could before licking Malfoy clean. He was delighted to have broken Gryffindors best and brightest to his will with comparatively little effort.
[Part Three]
While Lucius was not normally abusive with her - in the sense of hurting her to be cruel and not for erotic pain/pleasure play; he occasionally took his temper out on her with a hard rough fuck, leaving welts, bruises and some blood behind.
However, Hermione could feel the difference the day he stormed into her cell with fury etched into every feature. She truly feared for her life, and wished she had let go of her temper and listen to Bill all those months ago. She missed her men fiercely. It was in a cold dank cell, about the receive the beating of her life, that Hermione realized just how much she loved Bill, Charlie, Fred and George. She felt safe with them, and desperately wished she had had the chance to tell her Weasley pack that she was sorry for her actions.
Lucius didn’t even give her a chance to assume her proper submissive position before him when he brought the whip down on her back, shoulders and legs - anywhere he could reach. He snarled as she tried to curl into a fetal position to protect herself. Lucius was so enraged, he didn’t even bother with curses - he wanted to feel her break beneath his own hands.
He tossed the whip aside and began to beat Hermione with his cane. She felt her kidneys bruise and her skin split from the force of his anger. As her blood began pour from her body, Hermione was sure a few ribs had been either cracked or broken when it became hard to breathe. She cried out in agony, but that just spurred Malfoy Sr. on.
Her inner tissues tore as Lucius forced himself into her unwilling body, first her cunt and then her arse as he pinched and clawed at her sweaty, bloody skin. He was determined to cause as much damage as he could.
Just before Hermione passed out from the pain, she heard doors slamming in the distance, the sound of running feet and then Lucius howling in pain as he was forced off her broken, bleeding body.
“Cara, can you hear me?” Blaise breathed as he cradled his friend’s battered frame.
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Harry had contracted Draco and Blaise when Hermione hadn’t been seen or heard from several days after she had left him that day at lunch. He was desperate to find his best friend and was scared for her safety. Together, Harry, Draco and Blaise had scoured both London and the countryside, looking for the know-it-all bookworm that was their sister at heart.
Draco had finally heard rumors that his father had a new ‘toy’ and the trio began to search the Malfoy properties. The last house on the list was in Cairo and the boys had nearly given up hope of finding Hermione - at least finding her alive.
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The scene before them was horrific to behold - Lucius was pounding into Hermione’s ass, blood and feces trickling from her abused opening. Her cunt was dripping a mix of blood, mucus and seamen down her swollen purple thighs.
Her body was mostly deep purple and in places bones could be seen protruding at odd angles. She was a tangled broken mess with bloody foam bubbling from her mouth with a sickening wheezing sound. Her eyes were bloodshot and nearly lifeless.
Draco snarled in outrage as he blasted his father away from the girl he had come to love as a sister. Between them, he and Harry bound Lucius Malfoy before turning to Blaise who was cradling Hermione’s body.
“She’s still alive - barely. We need a medi-witch and fast,” the darker man groaned. Harry sent a Patronus to another good friend - Hannah Abbott.
The three men placed some healing and stabilizing spells on Hermione until Hannah could arrive.
The medi-witch was shocked at Hermione’s appearance - not even some of the worst Last Battle injuries had looked like this. Hannah labored over Hermione, healing most of the broken bones, cuts and bruises before pouring potions down her throat to help heal any internal injuries.
Hannah finally sighed in relief, “We need to move her to a hospital setting for me to finish healing her, but for now Hermione’s stable.”
Draco quickly made arrangements for Hermione to be admitted to a private clinic in Cairo.
Hannah, Harry, Draco and Blaise worked with Hermione daily. It took weeks for her body to heal from the physical injuries and months for her mind to cope with the trauma.
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Her turning point came about six months after her ordeal when she asked Harry about the older Weasley men - she wanted to see them.
Harry regarded Hermione with concern, “Are you sure? After what you went through…do you think you can handle seeing them?”
“Thank you for caring, Harry, but I need to at least apologize for acting as I did and then leaving without a word,” Hermione smiled softly, if a bit tearily. “I need to make peace with them, if nothing else. Please find them for me?”
Harry kissed her forehead, “I promise.”
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Harry didn’t find it easy to say goodbye to Draco and Blaise, even it was going to be for a short time, “I hope it won’t take long to find them. I’ll be back as fast as I can.”
A quick kiss and hug with each of his partners, Harry left.