I suppose this one came from the same dark place as the first one. This started off as a scene of what happened to Hermione after they were captured and taken to Malfoy Manor.

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Immobilized, Hermione could only watch helplessly as she was stripped, by magic of course, none of them would actually touch a filthy mudblood unless it was to cause it pain. She glanced at the door that Ron and Harry had been forced through only moments ago, hoping that they would be able to come rescue her, but knowing it was futile.

Hands of magic gripped her, forcing her into the most submissive, and exposed, position she had ever taken in her entire life. Her forehead bent over her knees, forearms lying on the floor with her palms flat beside her head. Quickly, her knees, thighs, and ankles started to ache, but she still could not move.

"Maybe the filth does know what she's good for," a cold, cultured voice said above her. "Perhaps I'll keep her once we get the information we need." The thought of being Lucius Malfoy's fucktoy sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. "Or perhaps I'll give her to my son, once she's trained. I'm sure he would find her most amusing." Someone shifted off to one side, but nobody responded to his words.

Suddenly, her legs were wretched apart, and something huge was forced into her. She tried to suppress the scream that forced it's way out, but did not succeed. Several people laughed at her pained noises. The thick, pulsing member inside her moved rapidly, it's owner unbothered by the tearing of her virgin flesh as she was raped. She could feel the warm pulse of blood oozing down her leg, dripping down onto the pristine white carpet.

There was a wet burst inside her that meant that the man had come, and he pulled away from her. Tears of pain were streaming down her face. She felt herself being lifted and rearranged, and a man pressed up on either side of her. One pushed into the abused flesh of her vulva, the other shoved his way into her butt. She screamed. Vaguely, she could hear Harry and Ron, trying to break free to come and rescue her. She was sobbing openly now, causing laughter, and one very familiar giggle.

"Aww, does that hurt, wittle girl?" Bellatrix crooned mockingly. "Maybe you should tell us. What were you doing so far from your home, and from the school?"

"We- we were looking for something," she sobbed out finally, sounding as though she felt she was giving something away. All three of them had endured weeks of intensive training by Moody before they'd set out, which she put to use now.

"Looking for what?" Lucius Malfoy's voice spoke commandingly in her ear. She shuddered at the knowledge that he was the one fucking her from behind.

"Harry- Harry said it was important that we find it. Harry said it was important," she repeated over and over, unable to keep from answering completely through the pain and the veritaserum they had given her earlier. She heard the blond aristocrat snort.

"Looks like Potter kept the little slut in the dark about what he was doing. Very smart. I wouldn't trust the creature with anything important either. Look how easily she broke." He stepped away from her, as the other man found his completion inside her. As the bands of magic on her broke, she looked up to see Malfoy waive a negligent hand at her. "You may play with her. Just make sure not to damage her." As she was dragged out of the room, her head collided with a wall, and she knew no more.

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My best friend was most miffed that I could just leave it there and not have someone rescue Mi. Sorry honey, but that's the way it goes sometimes. It was just a good place to end it. And just for the record, the shifter was Draco, who if you remember, was not comfortable with them being captured.