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“Check out the brunette at 10 o’clock,” whispered Frank.
David peered over the rack of jeans he had been pretending to peruse. “Damn!” He barked back (A little too loudly, it seemed). It seemed the brunette had heard his remark and made eye contact with him for a brief second before looking back down to readjust her chest in the pink dress she had just put on, admiring the subtle cleavage it showed off and wondering if it was too low cut that Professor Mcgonagall might disapprove of it on a 14-year old. “Well, it’s not like there’s prom to ever look forward to at Hogwarts,” Hermione thought, “This might be my only chance to wear something like this at school. I can wear what I want, the old bag can complain all she wants.”
“Shhhh!!” whispered Frank. “Are you an idiot? Don’t ruin the plan before it’s even started!”
“Did you see the way she looked at me? Fuck, I need her! And there’s no one else around right now! Dude come on! Let’s pick her!!” whispered back David in excitement.
“I was thinking the exact same thing. She looks delicious! And can’t be older than 15 maybe!” said Frank. “Okay, I agree,” he said after thinking for a brief moment. “She’s the perfect type of girl and this is probably the best opportunity we’ll get. Let’s do this.”
They had planned it out a thousand times. The key was not being seen, and fortunately today was extremely foggy and chilly for an August day so barely anyone was out around the department store. From a distance, they slyly watched Hermione come back out of the changing room now in skin tight jeans and a pink zip up sweater that looked like it had been well worn (little did they know she had worn this outfit just a few months ago when saving her friend Harry’s godfather’s life).
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She quickly bought the pink dress at the register and made her way out of the store. Frank and David followed at not too far a distance, but with the fog outside, Hermione had no idea.
Hermione had taken the bus, since she wasn’t old enough to drive yet. Fortunately there was a stop just at the corner of the street. She wished there was more people around, it was kind of creepy being alone in this dense fog.
Next thing she knew, a cloth had been draped over her face and someone was trying to stuff it in her mouth. She gasped in horror but she inhaled something that smelled like formaldehyde to her soaking the cloth and got extremely lightheaded from it. At the same time a pair of hands hand grabbed both her arms forcibly behind her and was duct taping them together. Before she even had a chance to comprehend what had happened, she was lying on the ground with her mouth duct taped with the cloth covering her eyes and stuffed in her mouth, and her arms duct taped at the wrist together, as well as her legs which were bound from ankle to knee. Seconds later she was completely knocked out from whatever was in the rag in her mouth, her body going limp on the concrete sidewalk.
“Quick, the car!” yelled Frank. David quickly ran to get the car, and Frank took the private time to caress the girls innocent face, and sneak a squeeze of her tits through her sweater as she lay face up on the sidewalk. Within a minute David had driven up next to the bus stop and opened the trunk. Frank gently lifted her up and placed her snug in the trunk and shut it quickly. They had a few hundred miles to drive to their destination, and both of their minds were racing in anticipation of what they just accomplished and praying that no one saw them.
***in the next chapter: Hermione wakes to find she is in the last place she would ever want to be, and Frank and David have a bit of fun with their new captive.***