Loss of Control

Chapter Three

Slowly, being moved by a separate force, she turned around. Standing over her loomed Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, smug looks of amusement flickering across their faces.

"Look what we've found, Zabini," Malfoy chuckled.

"We've caught us a Mudblood," Zabini replied, tipping his head back and laughing uproariously.

Hermione was shocked as Malfoy moved his wand, and caused her to slowly sink to her knees on the muddy ground, followed by her hands, so that she was crouched on all fours like an animal.

"What do you want, Malfoy," she asked softly, head bowed.

She could feel him smirking at her. "What do I want, Granger? Well, to start off you will call Zabini and I Master from now on."

"Yes, Master," she choked out against her will.

She could hear Zabini laughing again, it echoing out across the lake. Then the two of them pushed past her, leaving Hermione in the mud. With a flick of his wand when he passed her, Malfoy had Hermione trail behind them, crawling on hands and knees trying to frantically keep up with their pace. She didn't know how long she followed them. Ten minutes, thirty minutes, maybe only five. But the seconds were swallowed up while her dirty palms grew raw, and her robes tore through the knees and along the bottom from catching on roots.

Finally it was over, and they stopped walking in a small clearing somewhere within the forest. She collapsed to the ground, her breath coming out in puffs, sending up bits of dirt as she lay panting.

"What do you want from me, Malfoy?" she asked the blonde Slytherin again.

"Wand," he commanded, holding out his hand and grabbing the slim piece of wood she handed over.

Hermione turned her head to the side, and strained to see the pair of boys out of the corner of her eye. She saw Malfoy give Zabini a slight nod, before pulling his wand away from her, severing the spell that bound her.

Before she could make a move to stand he spoke, "if you disobey us, Mudblood, you'll just find yourself under Imperious again - or worse. Do you understand?"

She managed to pull herself up onto her knees, her elbows threatening to give out from under her. She raised her head defiantly, staring directly at him. She could just notice his expression flicker for a second. He could see the pain and defeat written in her eyes. Without breaking her gaze, he held out a hand to Zabini, who promptly placed two pill-like objects in his palm. Finally looking away from her, he threw his head back and swallowed whatever the substance was, before sinking down to sit cross-legged in the grass beside her. She turned just in time to see Zabini mirror his actions.

Bafflement surfaced on her face as she looked questionably at Malfoy. Her mouth was slightly agape, as Zabini handed him another pair of the pills. Malfoy responded by pulling Hermione's face closer to his, and by applying pressure against the joints of her jaw, forced her mouth open. She was frozen in fear as he pushed the pills inside. Malfoy allowed her to close her mouth, but made sure to tip her head back and massage her throat before he was satisfied that they had gone down.

After sitting stone still for the whole ordeal, she suddenly began to scramble backwards away from him.

"What have you given me, Malfoy?!" she exclaimed in panic.

"I thought he told you to call us Master," Zabini cut in, amusement written on his face.

She looked back at Malfoy, pleading silently with him. "Well you heard right, Granger," he responded, head cocked slightly to the side, studying her, waiting for her to break.

Taking in a deep breath she went along with it. "What have you given me, Master?" Her head bowed to the ground in shame, not wanting to look upon him and see the smug expression her would no doubt be wearing.

"Good little Mudblood," he laughed. "But you won't have to know what that is - couldn't have you go find someone else to give it to you now could I?"

"Too right, Draco," Zabini piped up. "Can't go losing us our business."

Hermione's mind finally clicked. "Drugs..." she whispered quietly.

But not quietly enough. Bringing his hands together Malfoy clapped twice for her. "Very good, Granger, 10 points for Gryffindor."

Panic overtook Hermione, not knowing what they could have given her. She scrambled to her feet as quick as possible.

"OI!" called out Zabini as he noticed Hermione looking like she would make a break for it.

Malfoy got to his feet quickly too. "Now, Granger, what are you going to do without your wand?" he said, twirling the stick between two fingers. "We're in the forest, who knows what sort of creatures you might come upon."

"Give me my wand, Malfoy," she growled softly between clenched teeth, walking slowly towards him.

"Excuse me, Mudblood?" he said, a fake look of shock on his face. "But I didn't hear the magic M word there."

She glared pointedly at him. "Give. Me. My. Wand. Mal-"

But she never got to finish her request because suddenly her body stopped working and everything went numb. With a bit of a surprised "oh..." she fell forward, just being caught by a flabbergasted Malfoy.

Her vision had gone blurry, but she could feel him lowering her body to the ground. Releasing her a few inches above the earth, he dropped her and caused her head to bang painfully against a stone. Slowly she could feel a familiar warmth slightly cushioning her head.

"Fuck, Malfoy," Zabini was saying. "She's passed out now you dolt."

"So?"

"So, there's no fun to be had when she is like this. Why would you give her two pills? It's obviously her first time." Zabini was sounding increasingly more upset at Malfoy.

"Oh sod off, Blaise; her being passed out makes things so much easier."

Hermione's brain was still working, even if her body wasn't. Panic overtook her, and she began to breathe heavily and quickly in fear. This seemed to catch the attention of the boys.

"Oi, I think she can hear us," Malfoy observed. "Granger, if you can understand what we are saying, err-" Malfoy couldn't think of anything.

"Hold your breath for a moment," interjected Blaise.

She originally thought to elude them into thinking she couldn't hear them, but was afraid what they might discuss thinking she couldn't hear. Gasping for as much air as she could, she tried to hold her breath for as long as possible. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it seemed to be enough to convince them.

She thought she could hear Malfoy laughing quietly.

"Well that means she can't fight back - but will remember everything," he remarked, sounding positively elated.

"What are you planning on doing to her, Draco?" Zabini asked.

"I think you know, Blaise."

Hermione tried to crane her neck to see where they were, her vision beginning to clear slightly. She was hoping to be able to catch some sort of facial expressions. But although she could see now, her body still refused to cooperate, and she could only make do with listening.

"You sick fuck, Malfoy," Blaise said disgusted.

"Oh get over yourself, Zabini," Malfoy said in exasperation.

"No, Draco," he replied. "I'm not going along with this. I'm going back to the castle. Come find me when you're done with this insanity."

Malfoy moved slightly and was now in Hermione's sight. She could hear Zabini moving around, and assumed he was leaving. Hermione watched as Malfoy smirked at him, giving him a mocking little salute as his footsteps disappeared off into the forest. She looked up at him, not bothering to hide the fear in her eyes.

'What is Malfoy going to do with me now? Why did Zabini have to leave?' she thought fervently.

She could see Malfoy standing next to her on her right side. She squinted up trying to see his face, but her vision was still slightly blurry. Then he was on her left side. Hermione was confused. Was her mind playing tricks on her? Suddenly he was gone from her sight. But then he was looming over top of her. She began to panic, not knowing what was going on.

It felt as if the wind was caressing the skin of her arms and chest. But how could that be when she was wrapped up in her cloak? Soft fingers were touching the bare skin on her arms, she felt someone tracing the red lines that snaked their way up her left arm. Hermione shivered at the sensation. Her mind couldn't register what was happening. She could barely feel the buttons of her blouse popping off as hands ripped it open. Hermione felt a warm wetness on her chest just above her left breast, but then it was punctuated by a shot of pain as his teeth sunk into her flesh.

She tried to cry out, but no sound left her throat. Then the hands and mouth were gone. Finally she found herself able to raise her head up. Malfoy was standing a few feet away from her, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers. She had to squint to make anything out; her vision was foggy. Was he coming towards her?

Hermione tried fervently to push herself up into a sitting position, but hands were placed on her shoulders pushing her back to the ground. She tried to push him away, but Malfoy captured her wrists and pinned her hands above her head. She was still too weak to fight back, and he held her securely with one hand.

She could feel her skirt getting pushed up higher around her waist. A cold hand was touching the inside of her thighs. She heard the fabric of her knickers rip, and a rush of cool air hit her centre. Hermione felt his weight on top of her, and something hard was pushing up against her stomach. He slid himself along her a few times before finding his mark. Suddenly she felt him thrust forward violently. Pain wracked her body as he entered her. Hermione tried to cry out in protest, but her world went black.