Disclaimer: So none of these characters are mine. They all belong to J.K. Rowling (even if she doesn't always make them as gay as they need be...)

Author's Note: I wanted to write something a little less fluffy this time and this is the result. This will eventually be Snape/Hermione but I don't see that happening for a few more chapters. This is my first attempt at a het story so...we'll see.

Warning: involves some light noncon and slash (though not too much of either yet unfortunately)

Chapter One

"Screaming won't help, child," came the cold voice, low and husky at her ear. Hermione Granger brought her lips together, closing her mouth from the scream, and ran her tongue quickly over them. They tasted thick with blood and felt raw to the touch. She tried to lift a hand to tend to the pain but her arms only tugged helplessly above her head, bound with a heavy chain.

"I thought you might enjoy it more this way, child," came that eerie voice again, ringing with haughtiness. When she looked up, Hermione was not at all shocked to see Lucius Malfoy standing there. His long blonde hair was tied out of his face so that it fell like a river down his back, which was lean and bare. If she hadn't been so frightened, Hermione might have remembered to be aroused by the sight of Draco's father shirtless. His build was much similar to his son's, their faces with the same intimidating, beautiful angles. The same penetrating eyes. Hermione bit her lip anxiously and tasted more copper and salt. Please let me not be crying, she pleaded inwardly.

"Sorry about all the blood, child, but you were not cooperating. No," he moved his body forward so their hips met ever so gently. "I shall be punishing you for that."

A shiver ran up her spine as he pressed himself harder against her.

"Like that, do you?" Lucius mused, repeating the gesture. He dipped his head down to hers and kissed her softly on the forehead. "There will be plenty of time for that, child. As soon as I'm finished here, there will be plenty of time for that." With one more thrust that caught her breath as it nudged her pubic bone, Lucius raised his fist above his head and brought it down sharply across Hermione's face. A groan escaped her lips despite her best efforts and Lucius laughed before raising his wand and bruising it into her chest.

"Are you ready, child? Crucio!"


"What do you mean they've taken her?" Harry yelled across his Potions Master's desk. "When did this happen? How?"

Severus Snape held his head in his hands, attempting to will away the migraine fighting to come forth. Potter was making it near impossible, however, as he had the tendency to do.

"Mr. Potter, do not forget me. I am still your professor and you will, by all means, continue to be respectful towards me as long as we are still within these walls. Now, if you will take a seat and shut your mouth for just one moment, I will answer all of your questions." Harry's face went positively red with fury before he finally released a lasting breath and sank into a chair.

"Sorry Professor," he muttered as politely as he could possibly muster for his least favorite Hogwarts teacher. "Please, sir. Where have the death eaters taken Hermione?"

"This," Snape began with a deep breath, "is a difficult question to answer, for it is not certain. Yet, I have my ideas."

"What are you thinking, sir?" Harry asked, watching his professor with careful eyes.

"I believe that Miss Granger was captured by the death eaters with orders from a higher power."

"Voldemort?" asked Harry, his eyes widened in horror.

"Not so dramatic, Potter. I believe Lucius Malfoy is up to this one."

"Malfoy?" Harry shook his head fiercely, nearly sending his glasses flying off his face. "Why would Malfoy want anything to do with Hermione?"

"Are you so daft boy, as to think she's of no use to him?" asked Snape, arching an eyebrow insinuatingly.

"You don't mean…"

"I mean exactly that, Potter," Snape finished, finally abandoning the messaging of his temples. He stood up from his chair to pace. "I think that Lucius wants to have his fun and destroy a mudblood in the process. Rather cliché, killing two birds with one stone and whatnot. He has never been horribly discreet, Lucius Malfoy."

"Sir, we've got to find her! We've got to save her!" Harry yelled, springing to his feet yet again, his voice in a rushed panic. Snape shook his head incredulously.

"No Potter. I intend to leave Miss Granger to her inevitable doom. In the hands of Lucius, she shall remain," Snape said. After a moment of Harry's gawking, he relented and just barely resisted his urge to smirk. "Retrieve your minions Potter. We leave in five minutes to recapture our precious Hermione."


The pain was all she could think about, all that filled her. Curdling pain that swam through every limb like a river of icy fire of the most indescribable force. Pain that overwhelmed every other conscious thought, other than one. Let me die! She wanted so terribly, more than anything in the entire world, to be killed, to be left alone of the torture that seemed endless.

After five seconds of the curse, Lucius lowered his wand, grinning cruelly.

"Dear child, that wasn't so bad. Not nearly as bad as what I can do. Yes. I can do worse," he spoke as he moved in closer to Hermione, reaching a hand out to touch the chestnut hair that was lying in excruciated curls along her shoulders.

"Girl, your hair is gorgeous. Your pulchritude is well beyond your years, as is your intelligence. Or so I hear from my son. You know him." His caresses became rough, his hand pressing down on her neck with heavy pets. "Draco. My son. My boy. I know about you two." Now, Lucius was busying himself with Hermione's shirt buttons. She squirmed against his motions, but he was too strong and held her taut.

"Tell me child…how long have you been fucking my son?" he asked, his voice strained with a note Hermione had never heard in it before. "How long?" He left her shirt open, her midriff and bra exposed. She could feel her face blushing but she tried to hold it back. Lucius would not get to her. She didn't have time to feel embarrassed. She had to think and live.

"More importantly, dear, how long have you been wanting a taste of something more?"

With the words, Hermione's head snapped up. Her honey brown eyes burned the gray of Lucius' as she tried her hardest to kill him with her stare. He only kissed her bucking head again and laughed when she bit his hand.

"Oh dear. Feisty, aren't we?" He slapped her hard across the face and she let go of his hand, spitting the blood at him viciously. What he did next made her wish she hadn't let go.

He raised the broken skin to his mouth and licked up the bright red trail of blood with his tongue.

"You don't want to see what I can do!" he yelled in her face so of a sudden that Hermione gasped in the back of her throat. "Don't test me, child!"

Hermione lowered her head and stifled back the tears that came. They rolled down her cheek and splattered to the ground. For the first time, Hermione noticed her surroundings. The floor was a dark stone with walls of the same nature. Torches lit the dungeon in an almost serene light that sadistically reminded her of Gryffindor common room.

"Speak, child," he demanded, holding her face between his hands, the one still bleeding freely. "Speak to me and tell me how you wish to be remembered."

With defiance reminiscent of Draco, Hermione shook her head.

"Speak, mudblood!"

Hermione scrounged up enough energy to look Lucius in the eyes and laugh. This earned her another blow to the face and she couldn't stop the moan that left her throat. This seemed to please Lucius.

"Yes, it hurts. Moan, child. I want to hear your pain."

"Lucius," she said, her voice a rough scratch that sounded much more weak than she had wished it to.

"Yes dear?"

"Fuck you."

"Since you asked so nicely."


Five minutes later, Harry ambled into Snape's office followed by three others: Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and Pansy Parkinson. They stood awkwardly beside one another, their faces stricken with worry.

"This is who you bring me?" Snape asked, eyeing the group warily. "Well this will do for the task, I suppose. If you think they are the best choices."

Harry cleared his throat. "Well you said to gather my minions, sir."

"Minions?" snorted Draco. Ron elbowed him in the ribs at the same time Pansy stepped on his foot.

"Minions, Mr. Potter," said Snape, ignoring the others present. "Not Miss Granger's list of ex-boyfriends."

Pansy cleared her throat in protest, but Snape dutifully ignored her.

"Pardon me sir, but I just figured the best people to save Hermione were the people that cared about her the most," Harry replied slowly.

"Of course that's what you thought, Mr. Potter. I expected no less from you," said Snape, smirking. "You all have your wands? Right. Then we have little time to spare. Follow me."

"Harry, where is he going to take us?" Ron asked Harry under his breath as they all walked out of the Potions classroom.

"Don't know yet."

"Do we know who took her?" Draco whispered to them. Harry shot an accusatory glare at him.

"Yeah. Your dad."

Pansy squeaked and Draco nearly tripped on his robes.

"Do keep up," came Snape's voice from further down the hallway. He walked in long strides, already several yards ahead of them.


Hermione was hanging limply against the cool dungeon walls, held up only by her chained wrists. Her hair fell over her face and in her tear-swollen eyes. The loose, chestnut curls were partially covering her breasts, which were now exposed from the white brazier she wore before. It was lying on the floor two feet away. A trail of blood trickled down her pale abdomen until it met the head of blonde hair kneeling against the stretch of skin lower than her belly button but higher than where her knickers began. As the blood oozed into the silken hair, Hermione breathed heavily, willing away the fear and disgust that was creeping up her throat, for Lucius was now working his tongue along the light trail of hair that teased her stomach. His tongue was warm but his breath was hot. More hot with lust, lust for her, than she had ever felt against her skin before. Not even with Draco, who had always been the most passionate of lovers. Nor with Ron, who had been clumsy in the beginning, but had been a quick study. It compared not even to Pansy, who had, above them all, been wrought especially and exclusively for her. No, the dance Lucius' tongue played against her chilled skin was like nothing else. Perhaps it was because he was a man and so seldom in Hermione's life had one touched her. There had been instances, of course. In Hermione Granger's case, there would always be instances.

"Your mind is elsewhere. Why?" came Lucius' demanding hiss. Jerked from her migrant thoughts, Hermione's body went rigid. Tense as it was, the bite following Lucius' slow laughter hurt worse. She gasped when his teeth sank into the flesh. She screamed when he didn't let go.

"No! Please!" she yelled down to him. She could feel the warm flow of blood running down her thighs now. When he still did not release her from his teeth's grip, she bucked wildly against him, pushing his head away. His mouth took with it a sliver of Hermione's skin and her scream could have woken the dead had the dungeon not been set under such strong silencing charms.

"You taste good, child," Lucius Malfoy said after spitting the piece of Hermione from his blood stained lips. "That's not the first time you've been paid that compliment, I'm sure."

"What do you want Lucius?" was her diminished response. She was so ashamed. Was she not braver than this? Not the smartest witch of her age? Remus had told her so, as had Sirius. Were they wrong? Had she so quickly indulged Lucius Malfoy to his mudblood whore? Succumbed to this pathetic defeat?

"I want to taste more."

Not yet, she hadn't.

"I want to do so many things, child," he continued, lifting himself up from his knees, caressing Hermione's blood slick stomach as he rose.

"Hermione," she whispered. Not good enough. She tried again, this time forcing her voice to sound strong. "Hermione."

Lucius smirked, not unlike his son. "Hermione. Granger. Yes, I know your name. Of course, I know the name of the mudblood bitch who had been undressing the heir to the Malfoy fortune."

Feeling suddenly more confident, if foolishly so, Hermione spoke up again. "Draco wants nothing to do with you or the Malfoy fortune. He hates it," she raised her chin slightly to him. "He hates you." His fist met her eye in lightening speed.

She forgot to feel the pain.

"He hates you! He hates you because you're wretched and cruel and perverted! And I hate you too!"

"I know you do, Hermione." Somehow the use of her name on his lips was worse than its lack. "That's why this is going to be so good." Pushing one strong hand against her forehead to keep her from biting or squirming, Lucius leaned in so close that their faces were mere inches apart. "I wonder if I will still taste my son's come on your tongue." He licked his lips. "I do hope so."


Apparating with four underage wizards clinging to your robes is a difficult task, but one that had to be done. Brooms would take way too long, and after all, Severus didn't want to be too late. Didn't want to reach Malfoy as he hovered over the girl's broken body, that familiar, twisted grin spread across his face, as he pumped his-

"Professor?"

Snape realized he had been standing still for a very long time, the children wrapped around him with looks of indistinguishable emotion on their faces. Pansy and Draco were shooting each other furtive glances, while Ron stared blankly into space and Harry tapped his foot. They were all, however, focused mainly on the Potions Master.

"Professor?" Pansy asked again.

"What is it boy?"

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Are we going to apparate soon, sir?" Severus nodded and absent-mindedly flipped his long, dark hair over one shoulder. Draco may have snickered and Ron may have flicked him off. Damn, was this really happening?

"If you're ready. Or if you are not. I've neither the time nor the patience to save anyone's arse but Miss Granger's, is that understood? So keep your wands at the ready and your minds sharp. If one of you shall die-"

"Seriously, man! On with the bloody show," said Draco. "That's my girlfriend he's got and we're just wasting time."

They all shot him angry looks that sent him blushing.

"Hermione is not your girlfriend, Malfoy," growled Ron. Pansy pouted and poked a long fingernail into the redhead's arm.

"She isn't yours either."

"Shut up dyke."

"Shut up Weasley!"

"Malfoy, if there wasn't a teacher here-"

"Leave it, Ron."

"No Harry. I can take the whelp!"

"Can you now?"

"Come here and I'll show you!"

"Not that close! Bloody hell!"

Severus counted the hands clutched onto his robes and when they all measured up, he threw them off with one swift motion and apparated with a crack. The scattered sixth years were left standing confusedly about the room, their eyes searching for the man they knew was no longer there.

Pansy was the first to speak. "Where did he go?"

"Duh Parkinson. He's gone to save my girlfriend."

As imaginable, the battle over who rightfully claimed Hermione ensued once again.

Ok so there's the first chapter. Please review if you want to read more.