With her lips pursed, and her eyes slid to half mast, Hermione "Minnie" Granger wore little to nothing at her job. Sure, since the Dark Lord had taken over the Wizarding world, most muggle born witches and wizards were chucked into the muggle world with no muggle education or training. Now, all she could find with her charmed - literally- body, Hermione Granger was what most would call a stripper, an exotic dancer in nicer terms.
Her make-up border lined on overdone, her clothing way past skimpy, and her boots were nearly too high. But the path to the small sequined bikini she now flung into the roaring crowd was quite short. With only the robes on her back, Hermione had arrived at Rod's Leg Cabaret with no hope and morals had quickly abandoned her in hope of a home, food, and some new clothing articles. She found hope with several women in her own situation who shared a loft above the establishment and she soon became the next tenant.
One thing Hermione never rid herself of was her trademark curly cinnamon hair that still brushed to the small of her back. It her one connection to her past that held all of her days in potions and charms and she could still feel the charred ends from the days of Harry's botched potions and Ron's misplaced charms. Finishing her bit on stage, she quickly slipped behind the garish sparkled curtain to pull on her robe and count the money hat had been tucked in her boots and stockings.
"Hey love." Franc, a large burly Frenchmen who was a body guard came up behind her and gave her a healthy squeeze. "How'd you do?" He bussed her cheek as he rose to call to one of the other ladies.
" 'Bout 300 pounds. Not bad." Folding the money, she tucked it into the thrift store coin purse she had first bought during her first week.
"Wonderful, I'm going to do a round bout the main room and be back to see you up, right?" Kissing her overly hairspray hair, Franc disappeared into the main room.
Severus Snape found his job demeaning, horrible, and at times unbearable, but tonight was better than most. When Lucius had asked him to venture into Muggle London, Severus at once was on guard for which ex-wizard they were going to pluck out of their new life and breed them. A new trend. An ex-wizard would be plucked from their new life, raped several times until conception, then held prisoner until they gave birth and then cast away like a broken toy. Then, it was the sight of Hermione Granger in this muggle slum that made Severus' loins clench. Her, the most powerful muggle born to ever fight for good was diminished to taking her clothes off………… not that it wasn't a bad sight, but it was quite pitiful to see her powers go to such waste.
He saw her emerge from a small hallway to his right, she held to a small purse and wore a long trench with tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back into some semblance and her face was fresh of make up. Rising, he slid into the shadows to follow the elusive witch.
Hermione felt the hair on her arms begin to tingle, this was an indicator to someone following her. Looking left and right, she saw no one, and even with a quickly glance behind her, she still saw no one. She crept closer to the dim lighting of the street torches and slowed her pace to conserve her energy if needed.
All she needed was to pick up groceries, and she could see the blinking lights of the 24 hour grocer ahead. Like a beacon, Hermione hurried toward sanctuary.
"Ms. Granger, stop." Hermione froze. Her wizarding past had caught up to her. Shivering, she turned around to face the visage of a man she long thought dead.
"Professor Sn..!"
"No! Don't say it!" He hissed. Clapping a hand over her mouth, he tugged her into an alcove where he was breathing hard. "My name cannot be heard among the walls that have ears, Ms. Granger." Hermione was shivering with shock, fear, and excitement. A person from a world she was familiar with! "Now listen closely. You've been targeted. You will be taken from this life and impregnated. Do you understand?" Hermione nodded behind his hand still covering her mouth. "But, if you wish it, I will cover and place my bid first as to have you under my steed. Would you agree?" Another nod. "This means I will have to impregnate you. Do you know the procedure for doing so?" Nod. "You know I must act like a Death Eater, even though I have close contact with Death Eater enemies………. Do you understand to whom I am referring to?" Nod. "Good, go buy your groceries, go home, and meet me in one hour in front of your employment." He lifted his hand and turned. "One hour, Ms. Granger." He apparated.
Hermioine's adrenaline was in overproduction as she stumbled to the grocer to pick up alcohol, milk, and fresh bread. One hour and she would returning to the wizarding world, even if it was in shambles. She still had to work, she had to get to Harry. She had to survive.
Severus stood stiffly in front of Voldemort as he circled him. A snide smirk graced his face in a cruel interpretation of a smile.
"You found her?" Voldemort hissed.
"Yes, my Lord. I will be retrieving her. I only ask that she may be my breeding stock, my Lord." Severus said as stiffly as he stood. Voldemort seemed to ponder before smiling.
"Perhaps you will turn out an attractive brood. She is a nude dancer, you said?" Voldemort's yellowing teeth appeared.
"Yes, my Lord." Severus estimated he had at least 15 minutes before he had to return.
"In fact, she was a brilliant student under your tutelage. Beautiful and intelligent. Very well, she may be your stock. You can even loosen up and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh while furthering the empire." Voldemort let out a wheezy cackle.
"I thank you My Lord, for granting me this." Severus bowed deeply an apparated back to the night club.
Hermione had gathered a duffle bag full of her clothing, women's products, and other items she had managed to save. Along with her pouch of money, Hermione made her way outside. Franc was flirting with a dancer while she slipped out. As she stepped out, she saw Snape appear around the corner from the establishment. He quickly headed toward her.
"You told no one?" Hermione nodded. "Very good." Grabbing her arm, Severus apparated them to his manor.
Hermione felt dizzy and overwhelmed with feeling the familiar tingle of magic in her veins. Breathing deep, she opened her eyes to the world she had been exiled from. Potions, charms, flying brooms………. Hermione felt tears in her eyes. Even a dusty pewter cauldron was beautiful and reminded her of times long ago.
"It's so…………..wonderful!" Hermione began to sob, sinking to the floor in a heap.
"I'm sad to say you're mistaken, Ms. Granger. Sadly mistaken." Severus sighed.
How does it sound? I have some other fics I'm working on, but feel free to visit any of them!
The Baby Game finished
My Generation sequel to the Baby Game, wip
Macabre hands Hoping to work on this, notice the HOPE
But review to let me know how you think this is goin, ok? I won't know what crap I'm writing if you don't tell me!
The Angel of Havoc - note: flames with be flamed themselves and I will mock them in my writing for further stupidity and waste of my time and reading ability to absorb meaningless words that I really don't care about because if you do not have enough life left within you to be nice you can go mow my lawn or wash my dishes because obviously you were not meant for mentally stretching work such as living or being in the real world.
Her make-up border lined on overdone, her clothing way past skimpy, and her boots were nearly too high. But the path to the small sequined bikini she now flung into the roaring crowd was quite short. With only the robes on her back, Hermione had arrived at Rod's Leg Cabaret with no hope and morals had quickly abandoned her in hope of a home, food, and some new clothing articles. She found hope with several women in her own situation who shared a loft above the establishment and she soon became the next tenant.
One thing Hermione never rid herself of was her trademark curly cinnamon hair that still brushed to the small of her back. It her one connection to her past that held all of her days in potions and charms and she could still feel the charred ends from the days of Harry's botched potions and Ron's misplaced charms. Finishing her bit on stage, she quickly slipped behind the garish sparkled curtain to pull on her robe and count the money hat had been tucked in her boots and stockings.
"Hey love." Franc, a large burly Frenchmen who was a body guard came up behind her and gave her a healthy squeeze. "How'd you do?" He bussed her cheek as he rose to call to one of the other ladies.
" 'Bout 300 pounds. Not bad." Folding the money, she tucked it into the thrift store coin purse she had first bought during her first week.
"Wonderful, I'm going to do a round bout the main room and be back to see you up, right?" Kissing her overly hairspray hair, Franc disappeared into the main room.
Severus Snape found his job demeaning, horrible, and at times unbearable, but tonight was better than most. When Lucius had asked him to venture into Muggle London, Severus at once was on guard for which ex-wizard they were going to pluck out of their new life and breed them. A new trend. An ex-wizard would be plucked from their new life, raped several times until conception, then held prisoner until they gave birth and then cast away like a broken toy. Then, it was the sight of Hermione Granger in this muggle slum that made Severus' loins clench. Her, the most powerful muggle born to ever fight for good was diminished to taking her clothes off………… not that it wasn't a bad sight, but it was quite pitiful to see her powers go to such waste.
He saw her emerge from a small hallway to his right, she held to a small purse and wore a long trench with tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back into some semblance and her face was fresh of make up. Rising, he slid into the shadows to follow the elusive witch.
Hermione felt the hair on her arms begin to tingle, this was an indicator to someone following her. Looking left and right, she saw no one, and even with a quickly glance behind her, she still saw no one. She crept closer to the dim lighting of the street torches and slowed her pace to conserve her energy if needed.
All she needed was to pick up groceries, and she could see the blinking lights of the 24 hour grocer ahead. Like a beacon, Hermione hurried toward sanctuary.
"Ms. Granger, stop." Hermione froze. Her wizarding past had caught up to her. Shivering, she turned around to face the visage of a man she long thought dead.
"Professor Sn..!"
"No! Don't say it!" He hissed. Clapping a hand over her mouth, he tugged her into an alcove where he was breathing hard. "My name cannot be heard among the walls that have ears, Ms. Granger." Hermione was shivering with shock, fear, and excitement. A person from a world she was familiar with! "Now listen closely. You've been targeted. You will be taken from this life and impregnated. Do you understand?" Hermione nodded behind his hand still covering her mouth. "But, if you wish it, I will cover and place my bid first as to have you under my steed. Would you agree?" Another nod. "This means I will have to impregnate you. Do you know the procedure for doing so?" Nod. "You know I must act like a Death Eater, even though I have close contact with Death Eater enemies………. Do you understand to whom I am referring to?" Nod. "Good, go buy your groceries, go home, and meet me in one hour in front of your employment." He lifted his hand and turned. "One hour, Ms. Granger." He apparated.
Hermioine's adrenaline was in overproduction as she stumbled to the grocer to pick up alcohol, milk, and fresh bread. One hour and she would returning to the wizarding world, even if it was in shambles. She still had to work, she had to get to Harry. She had to survive.
Severus stood stiffly in front of Voldemort as he circled him. A snide smirk graced his face in a cruel interpretation of a smile.
"You found her?" Voldemort hissed.
"Yes, my Lord. I will be retrieving her. I only ask that she may be my breeding stock, my Lord." Severus said as stiffly as he stood. Voldemort seemed to ponder before smiling.
"Perhaps you will turn out an attractive brood. She is a nude dancer, you said?" Voldemort's yellowing teeth appeared.
"Yes, my Lord." Severus estimated he had at least 15 minutes before he had to return.
"In fact, she was a brilliant student under your tutelage. Beautiful and intelligent. Very well, she may be your stock. You can even loosen up and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh while furthering the empire." Voldemort let out a wheezy cackle.
"I thank you My Lord, for granting me this." Severus bowed deeply an apparated back to the night club.
Hermione had gathered a duffle bag full of her clothing, women's products, and other items she had managed to save. Along with her pouch of money, Hermione made her way outside. Franc was flirting with a dancer while she slipped out. As she stepped out, she saw Snape appear around the corner from the establishment. He quickly headed toward her.
"You told no one?" Hermione nodded. "Very good." Grabbing her arm, Severus apparated them to his manor.
Hermione felt dizzy and overwhelmed with feeling the familiar tingle of magic in her veins. Breathing deep, she opened her eyes to the world she had been exiled from. Potions, charms, flying brooms………. Hermione felt tears in her eyes. Even a dusty pewter cauldron was beautiful and reminded her of times long ago.
"It's so…………..wonderful!" Hermione began to sob, sinking to the floor in a heap.
"I'm sad to say you're mistaken, Ms. Granger. Sadly mistaken." Severus sighed.
How does it sound? I have some other fics I'm working on, but feel free to visit any of them!
The Baby Game finished
My Generation sequel to the Baby Game, wip
Macabre hands Hoping to work on this, notice the HOPE
But review to let me know how you think this is goin, ok? I won't know what crap I'm writing if you don't tell me!
The Angel of Havoc - note: flames with be flamed themselves and I will mock them in my writing for further stupidity and waste of my time and reading ability to absorb meaningless words that I really don't care about because if you do not have enough life left within you to be nice you can go mow my lawn or wash my dishes because obviously you were not meant for mentally stretching work such as living or being in the real world.