Hey, this is a one shot. Its dark and its Harry Potter based, (guess who went and saw the new movie and thought it was bad???) I love the books but the movies are too condensed and if you hadn't read the book, well. Its bad okay... that's my opinion. All you Mary Sue Harry Potter lovers can eat my writing.
Like I said one shot and its dark. Based in the final year at Hogwarts.
This is one of my half hour challenges, you know the ones I write and edit before I rush off to a lecture. Enjoy!
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She awoke in darkness, unaware of what had happened and what was to come. She came around slowly, registering only the sensations around her. The cold breeze brushing over her skin. The metal encasing her wrists and ankles. The stiffness in her jaw, the ball gag pushed into her mouth and secured behind her head.
This struck her as strange; she hadn't fallen asleep like this. Moving around in the bonds that held her Hermione registered for the first time that she was in some sort of danger. Pulling more fiercely at the bonds realised that it was hopeless; she was going to need to find a different way of escaping. She didn't know where she was and she doubted that anyone was going to rescue her. Her brain spun into over drive thinking of ways that she could escape. Each as unlikely as the last. Anything involving magic was out. She couldn't talk, she didn't have her wand and she knew that stories about witches that suddenly developed powers that aided them were just muggle fairytales and it was more likely that Voldermort himself would rescue her than that happening. She was going to need to convince her captor to untie her and then escape from there.
A thought struck her, who had captured her. Someone with a great deal of magical power, she had been asleep in her room in Gryffindor tower. She wondered how the others were reacting to her disappearance. Above all, she wanted to know where she was and who had done this to her.
She didn't have long to wait.
A door, she assumed it was a door she couldn't see, swung open admitting a hooded figure. Nothing about this figure allowed her to deduce that it was there to rescue her. Trying to speak through the ball gag was useless as well. She made some mewling sounds and the figured laughed. "No point trying to scream Mudblood." She froze, it was him, Malfoy. He was the one who had captured her, had tied her up. "Look at you, you're a disgrace to the name wizard. You'll be happy to know that you won't be a stain on the heel of the Dark lords boot for much longer." Her eyes widened at the threat. She had always thought Malfoy a pathetic loser that had a crush on her. Oppressed by his mother, abused by his father and forced to front up to a public facade that didn't slightly reflect the real him. She was obviously wrong. Her eyes grew as he edged closer to her. He undid the clasp on his cloak and allowed it to fall gracefully to the floor. Her breath increased. He was topless under the cloak, deep scars running over his body, ritual cuts and symbols that marked him a death eater. The tell tale black mark upon his inner fore arm. Even worse Draco motioned with a hand and uncovered a tray of silvery implements. Hermione took one look at them and began struggling again. Draco laughed. A dark sinister laugh, "you wont get out Mudblood, the dark lord has made sure of that. He's given you to me as a reward for my loyalty. To do with as I wish." If ever there was a time Hermione wished she could faint like the damsels in storybooks she wished it was now. Knowing that fainting meant that the handsome prince would ride in and rescue her.
However as Draco began cutting into her skin she realised that Prince Charming was obviously off with one of his other damsels, be it Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty or Snow White. As her blood began to flow from the wound Draco had caused, Hermione deduced that Prince Charming was a slut.
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Draco was skilled in the art of torture. He'd caused her a considerable amount of pain, it had lasted at least four hours. She was still conscious though her mind was going numb from the pain. Draco pulled the last blade out of her rib cage and wiped it clean. "See Mudblood, didn't hit your lungs at all. You should be thanking me." Not expecting a reply Draco continued, "Oh well at least you screamed." That was true, every blade he had slid into her body had caused her great pain. He said he had soaked the blades in some sort of slow acting mild poison. Not enough to kill her but it left her in agony. She tried to think of the poisons name. Of the antidote so when she was rescues she could tell her would be prince that he needed to give her.... To give her....
She knew that the session was coming to an end. Draco tapped her on the head with his wand and she felt the wounds beginning to close. Maybe Draco was Prince Charming. With his pale hair and his dark eyes, he certainly looked the part. And he was unstrapping her legs from the table.
Yes. It all made logical sense. He was forced by Voldermort to torture her, now that Dark Lords back was turned and he was going to free her. He'd apologise for hurting her and she'd forgive him and they'd ride off into the sunset on his broomstick. Back to Hogwarts, back to safety. Then all would be okay. Draco would join them in their fight against Voldermort. Ron and Harry would finally make amends with Draco and everything would be all right.
Except for the fact that Draco had strapped her legs out at a funny angle. Bending them at the knees. She heard a sound, like a zipper being undone and the soft rustle of material. Then Draco was between her legs. He leant down and whispered in her ear.
"You know Mudblood, I hope you don't infect me with anything. We all know you're the Gryffindor bike."
That wasn't right, he was supposed to apologise, Hermione let two tears roll down her cheek as Draco began cutting away her clothes. He looked up and smiled at her cruelly. "Look at the Mudblood cry. Weak. Like Potter was. Don't worry Mudblood; the Dark Lord took care of him. He's dead." To punctuate this Draco pushed himself forwards. Hermione registered a new sensation. A tearing pain that ripped through the lower part of her body.
Harry was dead? Harry couldn't be dead; he was Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Above her Draco swung a hand at her face. Her head snapped to the side and she saw stars as he continued to violate her body.
After an excruciatingly long time Draco cried out and slumped against her body. He raised his head, his eyes full of lust, and bit at Hermione's neck. Marking her as his. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks and her teeth were imprinted into the ball gag. Draco climbed off of her and began to dress himself. "Not bad Mudblood. I think I'll keep you alive for a while yet. Maybe the next nine months or so. Then I'll get rid of you, no bastard children in the Malfoy family." He pulled his cloak around his shoulders. "See you later, Mudblood." With that he swept from the room.
Hermione lay shocked. Harry was dead; no one was coming to rescue her. Tears dripped to the floor, mixing with her blood. She passed into darkness, knowing that when he came to kill her, she would welcome the release. Only one question remained in her mind....
'If life is a fairytale will death be my happy ending?'
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