Mudblood Slave Trade Revised and Re-written
This is my rewrite of my first fan fic I ever wrote hope you all like it. But just so your warned this fic contains sexual nature/rape and if you do not like such things being described in a story then please do not read x
My first attempt of the story went ok, there were a lot of assumptions, this is not going to be a story where Hermione is raped and then she falls in love with her capture I just don't see Hermione doing that I have no problems with these sorts of fics because I know it does happen in the world.
Part one
Sharp fingernails dug into her face drawing blood as the man before her studied her like a dog in a competition. Gripping her face he moved her head left and right then held it up to the light.
"What is your name slave?" asked Lucius Malfoy forcing the ragged girl before him to look him in the eyes, her eyes reflected back the misery she was feeling within but also fear of the man who held her face.
"Hermione Granger..." she mumbled her face impassive showing no emotion.
"Yes, I thought knew you from somewhere...you're the Mudblood bitch that bested my son in every test...Just look at you now" he spat, throwing her face aside. His smile curled into a vicious grin, an old man behind Lucius stepped forward from the shadows and stood beside Hermione.
"She's very obedient, sir and never gives any trouble" he said, pulling on the chains that bound Hermione, making her kneel before the two men.
"So why are you selling her if she's as good as you say?" asked Lucius, still glaring at Hermione as she stared at the floor.
"Well sir...problems with the Ministry you see, and I don't want them finding her" he mumbled not wanting to explain too much to the man who had been in the dark lords inner circle before his downfall.
"I'll take...it," Lucius snarled, taking the chains from the man. He pulled Hermione forward to him and grabbed her face again roughly.
"I'm your master now girl...you will do well to remember that" he snarled. Pulling money out of his robes he thrust it into the man's face.
Then putting his arm tightly around Hermione's waist he apparated them both to his home.
When they rematerialized Hermione felt fresh air hit her face with a force that made her dizzy, this was the first time she had been outside since she was captured eight years ago.
Hermione found herself looking up upon a vast mansion before Lucius grabbed a fist full of her hair and began to drag her towards the entrance.
Once inside Hermione had a short glance of a huge entrance hall before Lucius continued to pull her by the hair.
Half blind from pain Hermione felt herself being pulled down stone steps and found it hard to keep her footing and stumbled a few times.
At the bottom Lucius released her hair and took hold of her arm, his fingernails biting cruelly into her soft flesh, and then continued his journey, Hermione looked around the hallway with fear as they passed many cells.
Lucius stopped at the end cell and waved his wand with his free hand unlocking it with a click, the door swung open and Lucius dragged her inside.
Hermione found herself inside a cold white room, with a small dirty toilet in the corner. A tattered mattress with a torn sheet lay in the opposite corner, like a dog's bed.
"This is your home now," Lucius sneered magically undoing the chains that bound her and throwing her to the floor. Hermione's knee struck the concrete with a sickening crack, blood poured freely from the open gash that now stretched down her leg her eyes welled with tears but she still showed no pain on her face.
"You know what...I think I made the right decision to buy you," he said, staring down at her, his eyes roaming over her figure with evident lust.
"I will come to you in the evenings and you will do well to be ready for me," he said matter-of-factly.
Her eyes showed a hint of fear at his words. Did he really mean...
Lucius straightened his robes and made for the door before he turned around.
"My house elf will bring you food once a day" said Lucius before turning and locking the door behind him, Hermione crawled over to the mattress, grabbing the sheet she wrapped it around her knee to stem the flow of blood, then studied her surroundings.
The room had nothing interesting to pay attention to unlike the basement she had spent the last eight years inhabiting, this room just had four white washed walls the toilet and her bed, sighing she studied herself in the dim light.
Her hair was lank and knotted with blood and dirt, her arms and legs were covered with scars – she knew her back was full of them from the countless whippings she had endured in her last master's care, and they overlapped this way and that. Her skin was tinged with a hint of grey and her ribs jutted out from being too thin.
You see, eight whole years ago the war against Voldemort was won, but not before Hermione was kidnapped by one of his Death Eaters and taken back to his house. She had suffered endless torture in order to break her spirit. She was whipped, beaten, strangled until she passed out, and even raped.
It took a whole year before her fighting spirit was broken and she was left an empty shell, but she found that behaving herself made life a little easier. The beatings became less frequent and the rapes ended after five years and now she knew that the torture would start all over again in the hands of Lucius Malfoy.
1
Harry Potter knocked twice on the door of The Burrow, before he was pulled into the house by a strong pair arms.
"Harry...great to see you, mate!" cried Ron, draping his arm around Harry's neck and leading him into the living room that was bursting with small redheaded children.
"I see Ginny's here to visit too," said Harry as a small girl came running up to hug him around the legs.
"No, she and that husband of hers are arguing again so we get landed with looking after the kids while she tries to sort things out." Ron grumbled
"How many does she have now?" asked Harry, trying to count the children, but they were running around so much they became nothing but a blur of red hair.
"Five…soon to be six" said Ron, looking grim.
"What, she's pregnant again!" exclaimed Harry.
"Yes, and if you had visited more often you would have known," said Ron trying to make Harry feel guilty.
"I'm sorry, but you know I've been busy," said Harry smiling weakly.
"You still haven't given up, have you?" said Ron, leading Harry into the kitchen where it was quieter.
"No, and in my opinion, you shouldn't have given up either," said Harry getting annoyed with his friend who refused to help him with his search any more.
"It's been eight years, Harry. If Hermione was still alive wouldn't we have found her already or at least heard something" said Ron.
"She's not dead, Ron, why can't you feel that…I know she's still alive I feel it in every fibre of my being, and I'm going to find her. If it takes eight years or a hundred to do it I'm going to save her!" exclaimed Harry, getting to his feet and storming out of the house.
He walked to the end of the garden and leaned on the fence. His thoughts dwelled on Hermione. He looked up to the sky and noted that the stars were already peeking though the clouds.
"Where are you, Hermione…I know you're out there somewhere and I'll never give up until the day I die," Harry whispered into the night. His mind wandered back to the last time he had seen her.
2
One hour before the battle began against Voldemort, Harry and Hermione had shared their first kiss….
Harry was walking back from the library when he bumped into Draco Malfoy.
"Where're you going Potter?" he asked, smirking
"None of your business, Malfoy," Harry spat. He tried to push past but Draco stood firm in his way.
"Don't be like that. I was only asking you where you were going," said Draco, his smirk still in place.
"You know damned well where I'm going Malfoy, and for the record, just because you're dating one of my friends that doesn't mean I have to like you," said Harry, trying once again to push past. This time, Draco actually pushed him back.
"You're just jealous because unlike you, I got to fuck her," Draco snapped. Before Draco knew what was happening, Harry's fist had connected with his face and sent him hurling backwards.
Draco got back to his feet quickly - too quickly for Harry to react - and launched himself onto Harry, punching every inch of him he could reach.
The next thing Harry remembered was being pried apart by Hermione, who had come looking for Harry.
"What the hell are you two doing?" she shouted, looking from Draco's obviously broken nose to Harry's many cuts and bruises.
"Ask him, he started it!" said Draco wiping the blood from his nose with the hem of his cloak.
Hermione looked at Harry and raised her eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.
"Think what you want, he always gets his own way anyway," said Harry, storming off up the corridor, but before he opened the common room door Hermione had caught up with him.
"And what was that supposed to mean?" she asked, grabbing his shoulder and turning him to face her.
"I don't know. I guess I'm still not used to him going out with my ex and he just said he's sleeping with her and I just lost it," Harry explained.
Hermione smiled, understanding what he meant. She took his chin gently and turned his face up to the light. "Come sit in the common room and let me clean you up," said Hermione. It was more of a command than a request but Harry did as he was bidden and went into the common room and sat down upon the sofa.
Hermione crossed the common room, opened a drawer and pulled out a small medic kit.
"I didn't know that was there!" exclaimed Harry.
"Well, not many students do…I mean who would want to use a medic kit when you can just run of to the hospital wing and get fixed up in a minute flat, but I don't think it would go down well if you went and told madam pomfrey that you had been fighting" said Hermione, smiling sweetly.
She knelt down in front of Harry and started to mop up his face.
"Luckily the cuts aren't that deep, but your face is going to swell up like a balloon," said Hermione, dabbing cream on his many cuts.
"What would I do without you?" said Harry, but he had not intended to speak with his voice full of love.
Hermione's eyes shifted up to his and stayed there as if locked. His green eyes pierced hers and seemed to draw her in like magnets. Before she knew what she was doing, she was kissing him and he was kissing her back.
Harry's hands were on her back, pulling her closer, and Hermione's hands were on his chest, feeling his muscles tighten beneath his robes.
Gasping for breath, they broke apart and started at each other, panting.
"I'm sorry," they both said at the same time then laughed nervously.
Harry looked deep into her eyes and felt love for her as he had never felt for anyone else. He helped Hermione from her kneeling position and sat her on the small sofa next to him.
Still holding her hands, he leaned forward and brushed her lips with his and she sighed into his mouth.
"I love you Harry…I think on some level I always have," said Hermione through his kiss.
Harry pulled away slightly and smiled.
"I love you too…And I know I always have," said Harry, running his fingers thought her hair and kissing her softly.
They stayed there for a long time, just kissing softly and whispering words of love they laid down next to one another on the sofa and drifted of to sleep in each other's arms. A long, drawn-out scream from outside woke them up…the battle had begun.