LIVE AND LET DIE
CHAPTER 1:
HERMIONE'S SUMMER SHOCK
Info before we start: Summary: Hermione Granger has a terrible shock over the summer. She finds out terrible things that are meant to never be found. Will she be able to save herself from the Dark Lord and the Greedy hatred of a Pureblood scum? Only time will tell...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. That woman, J.K. Rowling stole it all from me one day when we were dumpster diving together. Now she's laughing at me in her big mansion. Well, I'll show her....
Rating: Strong R, graphic rape scene, and more....
Begin Story:::
Hermione Granger walked slowly through the streets of Liverpool. Clothed in regular muggle clothes, she did not look out of place in this muggle town, except for the fact that it was 1 in the morning. But she did not seem to notice. Keeping her head down, she seemed to walk aimlessly, willing the horrific images of earlier that night out of her mind. She wanted nothing more than to forget that entire night.
She shuddered and choked back a sob. 'Why?' she demanded in her mind, all the while keeping up her steady wandering, 'Why did this happen to me? All I wanted was to be a normal girl for a night, to have fun for once. Dammit! Damn him!'
Unbeknownst to her, a dark shadow crept behind her, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy this once pure, fragile soul, now torn a cinders by the many ravages of war, and more, so much more...
Hermione decided in her mental state that she had to go home, as it was very late and her parents would be worried and angry that their 17-year- old daughter had been at a club till 1 a.m. She herself and no idea where that thought came from. Since she had left the club 2 hours earlier, she hadn't even given a thought to her parents. It had appeared in her head as if an outside force had forced it in.
Shaking her head, trying to clear it, she pulled out her wand and lazily summoned the Knight Bus. Stepping in after it came to a screeching stop, Hermione gave the drive, Ernie, her address and the 11 sickles the ride cost, and went to sit on one of the many beds. While the bus started again with a bang, she stared distractedly out the window.
~
The dark presence smiled wickedly. It had been he who had forced the thought of returning home into her head. He just couldn't wait for her to "receive" his little "presents." His evil smile widened. He couldn't wait to see her life fall apart before her own eyes...
~
Hermione fumbled with her keys at her front door. She didn't know why her parents had locked up the door. They should have known to leave it open, on account of the fact that she had been planning on coming home that night. Plus, from, the looks of the light on in the sitting room, they were still up, prepared to lecture her to no end. Finally succeeding in finding the correct key and unlocking the door, she opened it, fully prepared to meet her parents head on.
"Mum, Da, I know I was out late, but I can-," she stopped short with a gasp of barely contained terror at the site that greeted her.
Before her lay, in a neat little row, the headless bodies of her parents, her older sister, her brother-in-law, and her little five-year-old niece. Behind the bodies and flood of blood covering the floor, was another neat row. This one was of poles, each with a head on it. The middle one, however, was empty. She shivered at what that may mean.
Taking in short, sharp breathes; she took in the whole room. The walls were splashed with the combined bloods of her family; making it obvious they had each been killed execution style. All around the room, the walls were painted with swastikas and the Dark Mark, some painted with blood, other with paint or some other substance. Hermione closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to wake up in her bed and have this all be a dream. But to no avail, when she opened her eyes, she was forced to read the note left for her, written in her loved one's blood. It read:
Here you go, you little Mudblood Bitch. You've finally gotten what you have
always deserved. Soon, your life will crumble and you will be mine.
IT HAS BEGUN.
Hermione collapsed to the floor, sobs wracking her body mercilessly. She swore vicious revenge on whoever had done this. She would torture them cruelly, and slowly, dedicating their torture to Mum, Da, Jenny, Danny, and Amy. When she was through with them, they would wish they had never been born...
*Earlier that evening*
"Bye! I'll owl you tomorrow, ok? See ya, guys!" Hermione Granger waved cheerfully to her two best friends, Ron and Harry, and she left their favorite nightclub. It had been fun, just the three of them, hanging out. Since the war had started again, and Sirius had died, they had devoted most of, if not all, of their energy to the war effort. Unfortunately, this would probably be the last get together for them for a very long time, seeing as Voldemort was still at large and had sworn revenge against the "Golden Trio." She was jolted, however, from her thoughts by a cold, drawling voice behind her.
"Hey, Granger. Fancy seeing you without Potty and Weasel." Hermione turned sharply, to face none other than Draco Malfoy himself. Determined not to lose her cool in front of him, she bit out a scathing remark.
"Last I checked, Malfoy, you were the only little furry creature at school, or wasn't I informed of my friend's transformation?" His eyes flashing dangerously, he rushed her, pressing her body roughly against the wall of a nearby building she had been standing by.
"Watch your mouth, Mudblood, or I'll make you regret that comment." Malfoy promised, gripping her neck tightly. When her only reply was spitting in his face, he grew angry and decided to teach her a lesson.
He slammed her against the wall, making her dizzy and breathless. Using this to his advantage, Malfoy reached a hand up her shirt and grabbed her right breast, and squeezed hard, drawing blood from where his nails had dug in. She whimpered in response (her mind couldn't function enough for her to do more) and squirmed, trying to get away. But he held firm. He moved his hand to her other breast and administered to it the same treatment.
After growing bored with her chest, he moved lower. Malfoy reached his hands between her legs and pinched her clit, drawing a shriek from her. She tried to get away with more earnest, terrified of the inevitable she saw in his eyes. Malfoy backhanded her lazily for this, as though he had done this thousands of times before.
Suddenly, and without warning, he ripped her panties. Hermione screamed horribly at this, which made him angry. He slammed her head against the wall, hard. Left in a daze, she did not notice when he lowered his trousers, or boxers. In fact, she did not notice anything until he slammed into her roughly, tearing her virginity away painfully with his unwanted entry.
Grunting a little, he worked himself in and out of her a few more times. Soon, he shuddered and released his seed within her. Taking a few moments to gather himself, Malfoy quickly regained his composure and threw the sobbing and shaking girl to the ground.
With a, "Filthy, Mudblood Whore," he was gone, leaving Hermione behind to collect herself and proceed on home.
~
He smirked. She was a fine, fine woman. Beautiful, smart, and independent. All that was needed in the foreseen future Dark Queen. Oh, yes. She would be his, he'd make sure of it.
"M'lord?" Came a soft, timid voice from the door. "M'lord" turned and nodded at the small man before him, motioning for him to continue. "M'lord, the potion is finished. We are ready for you now." The master of the house smiled a cruel smile and nodded for the man to leave his presence. The man did, leaving "M'lord" alone yet again.
The potion they spoke of was a very old, very dark one. It would transform his body into the 20-year-old counterpart. And what was more, he would be just as powerful and strong as he was at that very moment, nothing would change. Once this little ceremony was complete, all he would have to do would be to remove the...."roadblocks" that kept Hermione from him. But soon..........yes, very soon, she would be his.....
*
A/N: How was it? The next chapter (hopefully) will explain more and be up within the next week or two. I feel this is my most promising story yet, and all the characters are still in character!! Yes! Score for me! Anywho, who is "M'lord"? What does he want with Hermione? You'll find out in the next chapter of...
LIVE AND LET DIE
CHAPTER 1:
HERMIONE'S SUMMER SHOCK
Info before we start: Summary: Hermione Granger has a terrible shock over the summer. She finds out terrible things that are meant to never be found. Will she be able to save herself from the Dark Lord and the Greedy hatred of a Pureblood scum? Only time will tell...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. That woman, J.K. Rowling stole it all from me one day when we were dumpster diving together. Now she's laughing at me in her big mansion. Well, I'll show her....
Rating: Strong R, graphic rape scene, and more....
Begin Story:::
Hermione Granger walked slowly through the streets of Liverpool. Clothed in regular muggle clothes, she did not look out of place in this muggle town, except for the fact that it was 1 in the morning. But she did not seem to notice. Keeping her head down, she seemed to walk aimlessly, willing the horrific images of earlier that night out of her mind. She wanted nothing more than to forget that entire night.
She shuddered and choked back a sob. 'Why?' she demanded in her mind, all the while keeping up her steady wandering, 'Why did this happen to me? All I wanted was to be a normal girl for a night, to have fun for once. Dammit! Damn him!'
Unbeknownst to her, a dark shadow crept behind her, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy this once pure, fragile soul, now torn a cinders by the many ravages of war, and more, so much more...
Hermione decided in her mental state that she had to go home, as it was very late and her parents would be worried and angry that their 17-year- old daughter had been at a club till 1 a.m. She herself and no idea where that thought came from. Since she had left the club 2 hours earlier, she hadn't even given a thought to her parents. It had appeared in her head as if an outside force had forced it in.
Shaking her head, trying to clear it, she pulled out her wand and lazily summoned the Knight Bus. Stepping in after it came to a screeching stop, Hermione gave the drive, Ernie, her address and the 11 sickles the ride cost, and went to sit on one of the many beds. While the bus started again with a bang, she stared distractedly out the window.
~
The dark presence smiled wickedly. It had been he who had forced the thought of returning home into her head. He just couldn't wait for her to "receive" his little "presents." His evil smile widened. He couldn't wait to see her life fall apart before her own eyes...
~
Hermione fumbled with her keys at her front door. She didn't know why her parents had locked up the door. They should have known to leave it open, on account of the fact that she had been planning on coming home that night. Plus, from, the looks of the light on in the sitting room, they were still up, prepared to lecture her to no end. Finally succeeding in finding the correct key and unlocking the door, she opened it, fully prepared to meet her parents head on.
"Mum, Da, I know I was out late, but I can-," she stopped short with a gasp of barely contained terror at the site that greeted her.
Before her lay, in a neat little row, the headless bodies of her parents, her older sister, her brother-in-law, and her little five-year-old niece. Behind the bodies and flood of blood covering the floor, was another neat row. This one was of poles, each with a head on it. The middle one, however, was empty. She shivered at what that may mean.
Taking in short, sharp breathes; she took in the whole room. The walls were splashed with the combined bloods of her family; making it obvious they had each been killed execution style. All around the room, the walls were painted with swastikas and the Dark Mark, some painted with blood, other with paint or some other substance. Hermione closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to wake up in her bed and have this all be a dream. But to no avail, when she opened her eyes, she was forced to read the note left for her, written in her loved one's blood. It read:
Here you go, you little Mudblood Bitch. You've finally gotten what you have
always deserved. Soon, your life will crumble and you will be mine.
IT HAS BEGUN.
Hermione collapsed to the floor, sobs wracking her body mercilessly. She swore vicious revenge on whoever had done this. She would torture them cruelly, and slowly, dedicating their torture to Mum, Da, Jenny, Danny, and Amy. When she was through with them, they would wish they had never been born...
*Earlier that evening*
"Bye! I'll owl you tomorrow, ok? See ya, guys!" Hermione Granger waved cheerfully to her two best friends, Ron and Harry, and she left their favorite nightclub. It had been fun, just the three of them, hanging out. Since the war had started again, and Sirius had died, they had devoted most of, if not all, of their energy to the war effort. Unfortunately, this would probably be the last get together for them for a very long time, seeing as Voldemort was still at large and had sworn revenge against the "Golden Trio." She was jolted, however, from her thoughts by a cold, drawling voice behind her.
"Hey, Granger. Fancy seeing you without Potty and Weasel." Hermione turned sharply, to face none other than Draco Malfoy himself. Determined not to lose her cool in front of him, she bit out a scathing remark.
"Last I checked, Malfoy, you were the only little furry creature at school, or wasn't I informed of my friend's transformation?" His eyes flashing dangerously, he rushed her, pressing her body roughly against the wall of a nearby building she had been standing by.
"Watch your mouth, Mudblood, or I'll make you regret that comment." Malfoy promised, gripping her neck tightly. When her only reply was spitting in his face, he grew angry and decided to teach her a lesson.
He slammed her against the wall, making her dizzy and breathless. Using this to his advantage, Malfoy reached a hand up her shirt and grabbed her right breast, and squeezed hard, drawing blood from where his nails had dug in. She whimpered in response (her mind couldn't function enough for her to do more) and squirmed, trying to get away. But he held firm. He moved his hand to her other breast and administered to it the same treatment.
After growing bored with her chest, he moved lower. Malfoy reached his hands between her legs and pinched her clit, drawing a shriek from her. She tried to get away with more earnest, terrified of the inevitable she saw in his eyes. Malfoy backhanded her lazily for this, as though he had done this thousands of times before.
Suddenly, and without warning, he ripped her panties. Hermione screamed horribly at this, which made him angry. He slammed her head against the wall, hard. Left in a daze, she did not notice when he lowered his trousers, or boxers. In fact, she did not notice anything until he slammed into her roughly, tearing her virginity away painfully with his unwanted entry.
Grunting a little, he worked himself in and out of her a few more times. Soon, he shuddered and released his seed within her. Taking a few moments to gather himself, Malfoy quickly regained his composure and threw the sobbing and shaking girl to the ground.
With a, "Filthy, Mudblood Whore," he was gone, leaving Hermione behind to collect herself and proceed on home.
~
He smirked. She was a fine, fine woman. Beautiful, smart, and independent. All that was needed in the foreseen future Dark Queen. Oh, yes. She would be his, he'd make sure of it.
"M'lord?" Came a soft, timid voice from the door. "M'lord" turned and nodded at the small man before him, motioning for him to continue. "M'lord, the potion is finished. We are ready for you now." The master of the house smiled a cruel smile and nodded for the man to leave his presence. The man did, leaving "M'lord" alone yet again.
The potion they spoke of was a very old, very dark one. It would transform his body into the 20-year-old counterpart. And what was more, he would be just as powerful and strong as he was at that very moment, nothing would change. Once this little ceremony was complete, all he would have to do would be to remove the...."roadblocks" that kept Hermione from him. But soon..........yes, very soon, she would be his.....
*
A/N: How was it? The next chapter (hopefully) will explain more and be up within the next week or two. I feel this is my most promising story yet, and all the characters are still in character!! Yes! Score for me! Anywho, who is "M'lord"? What does he want with Hermione? You'll find out in the next chapter of...
LIVE AND LET DIE