Disclaimer: Don't own.

AN: Written for the Harry Potter Femmslash project by Gamma and the pairing is inspired by Gamma's femmslash drabble tag.

AN2: This fic contains scenes of a violent sexual nature and some disturbing themes that disturbed me writing it. Reader discretion is recommended.

AN3: In this fic, Hermione is seventeen.

As Hermione Granger fell to the floor naked and in pain once more and Rodolphus Lestrange did up his trousers, she prayed that was the last time that the Lestranges were planning to 'play' with her today.

It had been…days, maybe weeks or even months since she had been captured by Bellatrix in an attack on Hogsmeade. Hermione had duelled Bellatrix and her husband and her actions had allowed several third years to escape, but at a price. Bellatrix captured her alive and presented Hermione to Lord Voldemort, who had in turn given Hermione over to the Lestranges with explicit instructions to keep her alive, but to make her suffer.

After a while though, the sadistic pair became bored with just using the cruciatus curse. That was when the sexual games began and that was worse. At least when the cruciatus curse was over, Hermione didn't feel so violated when it was over. And when Bellatrix decided to stick her wand in Hermione's vagina and perform the curse, it made the normal cruciatus curse seem positively sweet by comparison.

"Now remember what you have to say to your superiors little mudblood when they finish granting you the favour of being allowed to touch us," Bellatrix said in a mocking voice as Hermione struggled to avoid collapsing on the floor of the cold dark dungeon of the Lestrange home.

"T-th-th-thank you," she managed to splutter out and Bellatrix gave out a maniacal laugh of pleasure and she looked at her husband.

"You know, I don't think the little mudblood was quick enough to thank us dear Rodolphus," Bellatrix continued with a devious smirk and Hermione felt her heart plummet to her stomach but before she could even move, Bellatrix threw Hermione onto the dungeon floor so hard she saw stars before Bellatrix pounced, squeezing her breasts and pressing her lips against Hermione's and Hermione closed her eyes in a desperate attempt to shut out what Bellatrix was doing to her. She screamed and cried and would have begged if it would stop Bellatrix, but experience had taught her that this only encouraged her further.

And then Bellatrix stopped and Hermione braced herself for what she knew was about to happen. A sudden, sharp thrust slammed into her body as Rodolphus thrust his erect manhood inside her for the fourth time, followed by a sharp gasp of pleasure as he came hard inside her.

But, painful as it was, it was almost a blessed relief to be raped by Rodolphus Lestrange. Compared to his wife, he was almost gentle in comparison.

AN: Before someone shoots me down over that last couple of sentences, I AM NOT SAYING THAT SHE WANTS OF LIKES BEING RAPED. I'm just using it to make a clear comparison between the two.