AN:
I own no of the characters, spells and a few more things, I can't think of right now. This all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
This is a Dramione fanfiction, my first about this pairing and my first fanfiction in a long while.
This fanfiction will include violence, abuse and sexuality. If anybody feels not comfortable with any of this subjects, I asked you to stop reading now.
Well I hope you guys enjoy it anyway, and I would be happy to get some feedback.
I should also tell you, that English is not my first language, I hope the grammar and spelling is not too bad. My beta reader is very buy right now, but I wanted to publish the first chapter to see the reaction. I hope the ff is not to violent, I will try to keep this parts to the beginning.
Mercy
Chapter 1: Abduction and abuse
She was dragged into a big room with a nice carved fireplace and a bunch of heavy looking, wooden chairs. Someone pushed her onto one of them.
It was the first time she allowed herself to look up at her kidnapers. Of course they still were all wearing their mask, that hid their faces. However she could make out some of them. Their defiantly was Bellatrix, just entering the room. She was wearing a long black gown and black leather boots and her wand pointed it Hermione's direction.
Bellatix was the first to take of her death eaters mask, a wide and dangerous smile on her once beautiful face.
Hermione also recognized Macnair the executioner for the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creature, he was standing next to her on the left side of her chair.
Right behind Bellatrix was a large man who stayed in the dark corner of the room, not revealing his identity by keeping his mask where it was. Many of the others just had started to take off their masks, following Bellatrix example. Hermione was certain, that this man in the dark corner was Snape. Anyway, she was as certain that she could not hope for any help from his side in this situation. That is not in any case, as long as so many other death eaters would be present. And even otherwise she wasn't that sure, if he would risk his head for her anytime else.
The last to enter the room was a large, thin figure. A person who looked pretty young compared to the other. Through that was hard to tell, cause he was clothed in a dark wide cloak and the mask was still on his face.
Hermione was wondering if this was Draco Malfoy and she found herself ponder about the question, if Malfoy had been on the train back to London.
It all had started a few weeks ago, when a letter from Mrs Weasley had arrived inviting her, Ron and Harry to the Burrow over the Easter Holidays. The three friends had talk about that over and over for almost a week, until they had decided, that they would spend the holidays with Rons' family. Ginny who was about to take her exams would remain in Hogwarts in order to study.
"Now, now, who do we have here," Bellatrix purred still with this dangerous smile on her face. Causing Hermione to stop her ongoing chain of thoughts.
Hermione found herself breathing heavily, she could feel the fear rising up inside of her. What would they do to her? Would the torture her? Of course they would!
"That is the mud blood, that is befriended with Potter," someone dumbly answered Bellatrix question, that had obviously been rhetorical. Of course she did know who Hermione was.
"Thanks for putting this out Wormtail. Without your help we wouldn't have noticed," another big man snorted back. That was Dolohov, who just happened to be the one who had dragged Hermione into this very room and who had hardly pushed her onto the chair.
There was some laughter following his statement. Wormtails head sung heavily on his shoulders and with some red spots of embarrassment on his cheeks he stole back into the little crowed of people that had half circled around the chair on which Hermione sat.
Hermione's hands were starting to shake a little. She was trying to get control over them, but failed the attempt. Her mouth was dry and her eyes were filling with tears. With all her power she was fighting them. You are not bursting out in tears Hermione Jane Granger!
She took another deep breath, but it didn't really help. She actually felt even more shaky than before.
Bellatrix hadn't wasted a second to Wormtail, she was eying Hermione hungrily.
"We should wear her a bit down before questioning her; she does look like a tuff one, doesn't she." There was a flash in Bellatrixs dark eyes that showed of her excitement and made Hermione not wanting to know, what her opinion of 'wearing someone down' would be like.
"Yeah a proudly brave Gryffindor isn't she", Dolohov said, " Hasn't made a sound since we have captured her."
Hermione could see the scene flash inside her mind.
She was sitting in a train cabin opposite of Ron who had leaned his head against the window and next to Harry who was busy with his broom care cite, she had given him on his birthday two years ago. Hermione herself was flipping through a book called "The ancient Masters degrees and Stadies of Magic" , that would hopeful prove itself useful for her upcoming homework in History. Ron of course had made fun of her, not really having left the school and already being busy with homework.
Hermione couldn't really concentrate on the nearly written pages and her thoughts were dripping of too often. She had sighed, closed the book and looked out of the cabins window. It had just started to rain. Heavy drops were falling down onto the green landscape that was passing by. Hermione found herself a bit edgy, but wasn't able to clarify why.
Now that she was sitting in this big room, surrounded by so many death eaters she wonder if she had a premonition. Let Professor Trelawney know about that, she thought with a heavy smile. So much about having no 'inner eye'!
"Let me..." Bellatrix had started, but was abruptly interrupted by the tall figure from the door.
"I want to do it," he had busted out and taken some steps closer while speaking. Now Hermione was a hundred percent sure, that this thin figure was Draco Malfoy. A cold shiver went down her back while she thought about what he had meant with his declaration.
He took of his mask and let it fell to the stonelike floor while he was closing in.
"There are some open deeps I want her to pay. For all this times in Hogwarts she had made fun of me or called me names," Malfoy said eagerly.
Bellatrix was now eying him with this hungry look in her eyes. Her smile turned even bride when she announced: "Yes Draco, you may teach this dirty mud blood a little lesson, before we start questioning her." She turned to Hermione, pulled her out of her chair by grabbing her long hands into her bushy hair and wrench her towards Malfoy. "Or has anyone another opinion on this ?," she asked sweetly, not really allowing anyone to contradict her.
Some of the others like Macnair looked a bit disappointed when Malfoy caught hold of Hermione and dragged her out of the room and towards an elegant stone step upwards.
They probably would have preferred watching Bellatrix tormenting Hermione, who most likely would have been a bit more creative on this task, due to the fact that she had way more experience on this task comparing to the young Malfoy
"Don't take her too long Draco, a quick in-out and a few beats and scratches will do for now," Dolohov called after Malfoy.
"I don't know about that Dolohov, " he called back, " I have lured long enough to lay my hands on this mudblood." He laughed dryly, and the others joined in.
Malfoy was now pushing her up the stars, not as rough as Dolohov had, but still with a certainty, that there would be no escaping him. He dragged her down a long floor to its very end. There he pushed open a door wrenching her into the room and onto the large canopy bed. Because he had held her hands to her back, she wasn't able to capture her fall and crushed with her head first onto the bed. Even through the bed linings had been soft, she bumped her head quiet heavily and shrieked softly for the first time since she had been captured. In her beating head there was one phrase from Dolohov circling wildly: A quick in-out...will do for now.
What the hack was the meaning of this... and when she realized what it meant she felt suddenly a sickness overcoming her. He wouldn't, would he?
"You really have to do better than this Granger". Malfoy said to her. He had thrown himself on top of her and was using his whole weight to keep her down.
"Scream for me," he purred. Hermione gave a groan. "Scream," he insisted yelling into her left ear. When she didn't respond he brutally grabbed her hair and was pulling her head back. Hermione gave a loud groan of pain, tears filed her eyes. "Louder", he yelled impatiently.
He pulled her a bit more backwards and then pushed her head hardly onto the bed again. A loud "Auoooooh", escaped Hermiones mouth. She could feel her head pounding harder than before. She also felt, that her thoughts were starting to cloud, and she was sure that she was starting to lose conciseness.
"That was better," he commended, grabbing her hair again and pulling her up, this time a bit softer. He looked down at her and started to shake her hardly.
"Granger, Granger, don't you dare and faint right know". He was lifting himself up and positioning himself next to her. Turning her around with both hands and forcing her to sit up a little. He leaned her against the wooden backside of the bed, that was nicely curved into pretty little patens. Hermione exhaled heavily looking up into his grey eyes, her sight still a bit blurry.
She found no hate inside of this grey eyes, more something like concern and uneasiness.
Was she imaging things? Thanks to this hard hit on her head that must have been the case. Why should Draco Malfoy, of all people, look concerned about her right after he was racking her?
She was drifting off again, her eyelids felt heavy, and she had problems to concentrate her gaze on him.
"Stay with me Granger." He hit her with his palm right into her face. Not really hard, but hard enough. She groaned again.
"You have to scream again," he said pestering. There was something swing with, that she could make out. His tone was odd, that much was for sure.
"Come on now scream again, nicely and loud," and with this he pinched her into the arm. Hermione shriek again. "Louder" he said impatiently. Pinching her at the same spot again a bit harder than before. Hermione's eyes filled with tears, but she didn't dare to make a sound. She wouldn't give him that much satisfaction.
He gasped impatiently and shook his head in disbelieve.
"Listen, they have to hear you scream or someone will show up here and make sure that you do. Do you want that?" He looked her directly into the eyes. His tone was so odd. She could make out what he meant by saying this.
"I'm not taking any joy in this," he declared. He did not? Now she looked at him disbelievingly. She was desperately trying to make out some sense of this. What is going on here?
"I'm mean of course you are a pain in the ass Granger, but..." he trailed off.
"But what," she asked. "What do you want from me?"
He sucked in some air. "I want you to scream loud enough for them to hear," he said with a hint of anger in his voice. And with this he rolled up the sleeve of her long cotton pullover, that she had changed into while she was on the train right back to London. He pointed the tip of his wand to her underarm, mumbled a few words she could not make out, and with that burned her. It was just a small spot, a bit bigger than a cigarette would have left. But still it burned badly and Hermione howled out loudly. She tried to snatch her arm away, but Malfoy was holding onto it tightly.
"That's it. Know let's do this one more time." He moved his wand to another spot close to the last one, mumbled the same words again and she felt the pain of being burning one more time. This time it wasn't as a bad as the first time, but she howled out anyway. Tears escaping from her eyes. She looked at him, snatching her arm away, and this time to her surprise he led her go away with it. Of course she had expected him to keep holding tightly onto her, so she put too much force in her movement and crashed her hand hardly against the carved wood by pulling her arm away from him.
He didn't even look when a soft "Autsch" escaped her lips. Malfoy had straightened himself up looking at the door with puckered ears. Anxious listing for sounds coming from outside of the room.
For a moment there was nothing but silence. Hermione took her hand up to her mouth and was breathing onto it, as if this would make the pain go away.
When Malfoy was sure, that no one had followed them upstairs or was going to check on them he turned back to Hermione with a strange expression in his gaze. Was it apologetically? That couldn't be could it?
"Are you alright", that was an odd question to ask considering the whole situation. She was looking at him bewildered. What the hell is going on here?
Hermione was petting her sour hand trying to ignore the pain her head and underarm were causing.
"What do you want from me?", she asked again, not sure if she really wanted to know the answer. "It had to look realistic, didn't it", he shrugged.
"What had to look realistic," she asked, still not able to make sense of this.
"Me punishing you," he answered straight away.
"It felt pretty really, if you ask me."
"That", he gasped, "That was nothing. You're lucky they let me take you upstairs and didn't decide that Bellatrix should do so."
"I believe you on that one Malfoy", she answered, looking him straight into the grey eyes. She had the feeling he was not comfortable by being gaped by her.
"And...", she started but didn't finish the question, because she wasn't sure she really wanted to know the answer to this question at all. However, she would surely find out about this one soon. So she forced herself to complete the unfinished question.
"And what are you going to do with me now?"
For a few seconds he hold her gaze, looking straight back, than he was sucking in some air again, looking down to the floor.
"Now", he began, " Now I'm going to rape you."