Title: Broken Spirit...Rescued Soul
Author: magickrab
Warnings: violence, abuse, non-con, cursing, IF OFFENDED BY THESE THINGS DO NOT READ
Paring: Draco/Hermione, Lucius/Hermione, Blaise/Hermione
Summary: Betrayed by her friend. Held captive. Brutalized. Who's side is he on anyway?
Disclaimer: Clearly these characters are not mine, they belong to J.K. Rowling. The story is however mine.
A/N: Please give feedback!
"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione literally froze followed by a hard fall to the ground. Terrified, her eyes darted all around searching for the source of the attack.
**flashback**
Hermione awoke to the sound of an owl at her window. It was holding an envelope addressed simply "Head Girl." She opened it. A familiar voice echoed through her room.
"Hermione,
It seems a traitor is in our midst and has been passing along information to the Dark Lord. It is our duty to investigate this matter however at this time it must remain a secret until we can fully asses the threat. Meet me at the entrance to the dungeons at 11 o'clock sharp. Tell no one of your plans. Once we evaluate the situation we will alert the appropriate superiors.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy
Head Boy"
Suddenly the letter burst into flames. "Odd, a self destruct charm," Hermione thought. What could be so important to keep a secret. No matter. She trusted Draco. This year had been different for them. She actually considered they're relationship a close one, in private anyway. Of course no one in his or her family or circle of friends had any idea that Draco and Hermione were anything but enemies. No one knew they talked about things, deep things that they would only tell each other, sometimes while snuggling. Romance had not exactly blossomed but it couldn't be ruled out. She looked at the clock 10:49pm. She quickly gathered her things.
**End Flashback**
"Hello Mudblood, glad you could make it!" She squinted, trying to focus on the figure looming over her. Confusion set in.
"Now I'm going to release you but have to relax."
A strong warmth surged through her body and she quickly regained feeling. "You stupid git! What'd you do that to me for," she accused angrily.
"He didn't," another familiar voice snapped, "I did."
Hermione looked to see Blaise standing behind Draco. He had an malicious look in his eyes.
"For Merlin's sake what for," she said, getting irritated.
"Fun really," Blaise sneered.
Hermione sat up and scooted back against the stone wall. "So..." she said hopefully, "Where is this traitor you discovered."
"Your looking at him," Draco said calmly.
Shocked, Hermione pulled herself up. "So, you're the traitor...and you brought me down here to tell me that?"
Both boys moved closer toward her. Hermione attempted to scoot back but was met by cold stone.
"No, of course not," Blaise said as he inched closer. "The letter was simply a clean way of getting you down here...down here where know one knows you are...down here where you're all alone...down here where no one can hear you..." He paused for effect... "Scream!"
Hermione bolted for the staircase.
"Mobilicorpus!"
Hermione felt her body lifted at least a foot off the ground. She was spun around to see Draco, wand aimed at her. "Come come dear, we're far from finished with you." He directed her body towards him with his wand, bringing her directly in front of him. He could see the apparent confusion on her face.
"Actually, instead of you getting information out of the "traitor," Draco laughed, "we will be retrieving information out of you."
"The fuck you will you slithery arsehole!" she yelled. He slapped her across the face. Not very hard. But it certainly stung. He then pointed his wand at her and ropes quickly formed around her wrists. Blaise pushed her roughly from behind, "Get moving mudblood."
"Lumos," Draco commanded as he led the group deep into the dungeon's tunnels.
Afraid of what was to come and feeling a strong flight instinct, Hermione kicked Draco in the back as hard as she possibly could.
"Bitch!" he exclaimed as he whipped around to face her. She glared angrily at him. She braced for the blow. For a second she could swear she saw pity flash across his eyes.
Smack! He backhanded her. Hard this time. She felt warm blood trickling down her chin. "Stupid girl," he muttered and continued down the passageway.
After a considerable walk of twists and turns they arrived at an isolated cell. Blaise shoved her inside. She immediately retreated to the corner of the room. She shuddered as she surveyed it. An enormous, extremely out of place, four post bed took up the majority of the space. In another corner was what appeared to be a bathtub? In another corner a massive, beautifully hand carved wardrobe. Other than the fact it was located in a dungeon where the floor and walls were a somewhat damp stone, it could have been a nice bedroom or hotel room.
The magical ropes binding her wrists had disappeared. It didn't matter though. There was no getting out of this cell. At least not by anyway she could see.
"You should go and tell him of the successful capture, I'm sure he is awaiting the news," Blaise gestured at the door to Draco.
"You go," Draco said, "I'll entertain the mudblood."
"These were your orders. Your mission. You need to be the one to bring him here," Blaise spoke threateningly to Draco, "Unless you want it to look like you don't have it under control."
"Very well," Draco muttered. "But do take it easy while I'm gone. We need her alive," he paused, "and reasonably well for when my father arrives."
Hermione gasped. Lucius was behind this. What was going to happen to her. Before she knew it Draco had apparated.
Blaise moved toward her. She shuddered. He reached out and grabbed a hold of her chin, turning it to look at him. She looked deeply into his dark eyes, looking for that same look she had seen in Draco. It was not there.
"Did you hear that?" Blaise asked. "I must keep you reasonably well until the others return." He slapped her. "Guess that's open for interpretation." He slapped her again.
"Do your worst you fucking bastard. I'm not telling you or either of those Malfoy pricks a damn thing!" Hermione screamed in his face.
"Lets not worry about saying anything right now. I've got a much better use for your mouth." He reached around and grabbed a fist full of hair from the back of her head. With his other hand he removed his robes and undid his trousers.
Hermione felt his rigid member push against her tightly closed lips. "You do this or I think of something more...painful...to occupy our time," Blaise whispered harshly. Hermione just gritted her teeth. There was just no way she would give in to this sick indignity.
"Fine!" Blaise said, and pulled her to her feet by her hair. He smacked her in the mouth. Then again, and again until blood began to flow freely down her chin and neck.
He dragged her over to the bed and bent her over it. He ripped off her robes, leaving her in her bra and panties. A rush of embarrassment and shame swept over her, being nearly naked in front of Blaise.
Smack! A sharp pain greeted her unsuspecting arse. Smack! Smack! Smack! More stinging blows. Blaise was spanking her. Her shame deepened. She began to struggle, writhe around kick her legs back at her attacker.
Smack! Smack! The onslaught continued.
Blaise looked down at her ever so reddening arse. "How does it feel to be lower than low," he asked, "getting spanked, and..." he pulled her panties aside to ram to fingers into her very unprepared channel... "banged like the fucking little whore you are."
Hermione squeezed her eyes closed and tried to block out the pain and humiliation as Blaise continued his abuse. He rotated a round of swats with brutal thrusting.
"Blaise!" Draco's voice spoke without warning. Hermione turned her head to see Draco standing beside the bed.
"Blaise what have you! - what have you gotten out of her? Anything?"
"Actually we were just getting started," Blaise replied, accentuated with a final smack to her very sore arse. "She's all yours."
Draco approached her. He clamped his fingers tightly around her throat and leaned in. "I'm s-" he began quietly then louder, "I'm s- surprised this filthy bitch hasn't given in. Clearly it will take much more than this," he gestured at her now bruising backside.
He pushed her by her neck further up the bed. He crawled on top of Hermione who was still on her stomach. He grabbed her burning arse cheek and squeezed painfully. "This was nothing mudblood, nothing..." he whispered quietly in her ear. He flipped her over onto her back and grabbed both her wrists raising them above her head. He muttered a spell and the ropes appeared again, binding her arms to the bedposts.
In an instant he was off her. Standing at the foot of the bed. His eyes surveying up and down her body. They fixed on her inner thigh, there was blood trickling down it.
"You raped her!" he yelled angrily at Blaise,"without me," he quickly added.
"No man, I just fingered her a little... a lot."
"And the blood?" Draco questioned. "You actually broke her barrier with your fingers?" My orders were strict about keeping her reasonably well until my farther arrived and that included keeping her a virgin!
"No, no, no," Blaise defended himself. "She just bleed because she was dry and I was..not gentle."
"I see," Draco said "Well in that case," he reached out his wand and placed it at her entrance.
Hermione cringed. The likelyhood of being raped with Malfoy's wand was looking pretty high right now. "You're disgusting," she drawled.
"And you're healed," Draco replied. She felt a warm tingling sensation where his wand was directed.
"Only so you'll be more presentable later of course," he added. Hermione's eyes shot to his with horror.
Again she saw it there. That flash. Pity? Guilt? Sympathy? She didn't know.
What happened to her friend. Was it really a friendship? Was he fooling her this whole year just so she would trust him! So he could trick her! So he could hurt her.
**flashback**
Hermione was making her way class. She was late. The only one racing down the halls of Hogwarts. She heard yelling and stopped suddenly. She peered into the empty classroom where the sound was coming from and saw Lucius and Draco.
Lucius was screaming horrible things at his son. Calling Draco a disgrace to the Malfoy name, a worthless piece of shit, a waste of oxygen...etc.
Hermione was turning to leave when she heard a thud. She looked back in. Draco was laying on the floor his hand to his face. His bleeding face! He quickly brought his other hand up to cover his head as his father continued to strike him repeatedly. "You had better learn my boy," Lucius said with a sharp kick to Draco's abdomen, and just like that he apparated.
Hermione was stunned. She guessed she knew this happened. Draco often had a bruise or two. Many more after vacations and breaks from school. She guessed everyone probably had some idea that Lucius beat him.
Even being the brat and prick that he was he didn't deserve to be treated like that. Especially by his own father. Hermione felt a strong sense of sympathy for the broken boy on the floor.
After some consideration Hermione entered the classroom. "Draco? Are you alright?"
He was just standing up. "Sure, why do you ask," he mumbled pitifully as he wiped blood from his face onto his sleeve.
"I saw," she replied.
"Saw what?"
"I saw all of it."
"Saw all of what," he said apparently refusing to admit the obvious.
"I saw him yell at you. I saw him hit you. All of the times he hit you.
He looked at her painfully as he struggled to stand straight, holding his stomach.
"And kicked you," she added.
"Look Granger," he sighed, "I know you mean well, trying to see if I'm okay and all but this is none of your business. Please go. Forget you ever saw anything. Please"
"Don't you want someone to talk to. Now that I know what's the worst that could happen now? I saw Lucius beat you. It can't be taken back. Unless you're going to obliviate me." Hermione crossed her arms.
"There's an idea," he said with a laugh. Followed by a wince.
"See you're already smiling, sort of. At least let me at least help you back to your room and try and fix you up a bit. You can't go to class looking like that."
"Thank-you," he said sincerely as she took his hand and led him out of the room.