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Chapter 2: Loss of hope

The glance between them is cold, and it's possible to perceive in Lucius' eyes a glint of sadism. It is obvious he is excited to have her under his influence. She remains stuck against the wall before he comes to grab her and orders her to tell him where "Weasley and Saint Potter" are because, according to him, they won't survive for long outside, without their Miss Know-it-all. They are only two idiots without brains after all. Hermione remains silent; she knows that if she shows even the slightest sign of fear, he will seize the opportunity. Unfortunately, she has no way of erasing the smile on the face of this man in front of her, nothing except her words.

- Hmm, these names tell me nothing, and I love books. I know a lot! Are you sure you're not wrong about these names?

At first she is proud of herself, proud that she hasn't yielded to the desires of one of the men whom she hates most in the world. Moreover he has just admitted something to her, which has briefly made her smile: Ron and Harry are not imprisoned. They have succeeded! But her smile disappears. "Why haven't they come to my aid then?" She tries to be hopeful again; after all it will only be a question of time before they come, she iss sure! Now she remembers that she has Lucius opposite her; she has just upset him with her little words and he is red with anger. He plasters her against the wall, whispering some words which make Hermione tremble: "I will have fun reminding you who gives the orders here, dirty Mudblood." He moves away a few meters, points his wand towards the young woman.

- Crucio!

Hermione feels agonising pain; she feels her muscles tear, her bones break, her nerves contract. She wants it all to stop even if it means she has to die. She will never scream; she won't give him that pleasure. After all, she is a Gryffindor. She has to be strong and brave for the honour of her house. She feels then than the spell had no more effect. She breathes again: leans against the wall and bites her lip to stop a moan from escaping. Not satisfied that his victim is still upright, Lucius starts again, gives her the same treatment three more times before she completely loses consciousness on the floor of her cell. He approaches her, gently passing his hand over the inert face of the young woman, delicately lowering his hand to the top of Hermione's short-sleeved shirt. A sudden thought occurs to him. "Well, Miss Granger doesn't look like a child any more… Who knows, this Mudblood may occupy me perhaps a little…" His thoughts are stopped by Hermione regaining consciousness, then he leaves the cell, thinking what he will do when he gets the opportunity. His smile and pensive air have been noted by Hermione, who shivers about it, wondering what he could be thinking.

The days pass. Hermione has still not been "questioned" by Voldemort, who according to his Death Eaters, has more important things to do than dealing with a dirty Mudblood, leaving this one to the hands of his henchmen who, of course, have the role of making her say all that she knows. Of course she has had to undergo the Cruciatus Curse, but one has also made her drink Veritaserum! She has not released one word; she has answered with the truth, but not that which they want to hear.

- So, dirty Mudblood, tell me who are the members of what is called the Order of the Phoenix. I want all their names! Shouts Walden Macnair, a Death Eater whom she answered with a higher air.

- Oh, do you know the origins of the word "Phoenix"? I will tell you, it comes from the old Greek φοῖνιξ / phoĩnix. It is also a mythical bird which various legends say can be reborn from its ashes! Answers the witch, proud of her knowledge but also that she hasn't said anything which could have compromised her friends.

He strikes her, places his hand on her neck, tightening slowly. Hermione lowers her gaze. The bravery that she had the first day against Lucius has started to vanish with time. She has been held captive for two months. "I'm lucky, I haven't been visited by Dementors yet," says Hermione to herself. Unfortunately the young woman isn't at the end of her surprises because after this session of torture she is placed in another cell, attached with manacles to the wall so she's unable to move. She sees again this blond hair which makes her shudder. This time she is certain: she isn't going to survive. She can't, not with him opposite her. He enters her cell, with a little bag that he deposits not far from the wall. Approaching her slowly, he notices that her features are drawn, and she has lost weight since they last met. He hopes that she will be strong enough for him to have his fun; after all, to do that to an unconscious woman has no interest for him! He looks at her and passes his hand over her face, approaching her to whisper:

- Today, you are mine, Miss Granger. You have no idea of what I have planned for you. To stop it you just have to tell me what I want to know. You have the choice!

She spits in his face. She doesn't have the strength to do anything else. He slaps her, splitting her lip, then he slowly licks her, enjoying his hold on her, passing his hand over her neck. He brutally snatches a kiss makes the young woman wince. Of course, he is going to torture her but he won't do "that"; after all she is a Mudblood. He would never stoop so low. With his wand, he takes off the shirt of his victim, letting his fingers explore her body, making her tremble. She has to resist; she can't talk: for Harry, for Ron, for the Order! He approaches his bag from which he gets a whip, and allows himself a reflection that disgusts Hermione. "For a woman like you, better to use Muggle methods." He removes her bra and strikes her once. She can't stop herself from screaming, which arouses the wizard even more. He whips her again and again, leaving her with a bloody back that he covers with an ointment. After all it will be too bad if she dies of a stupid infection. He looks at her and strips off all her remaining clothes, before advancing towards her. Terrified, she glances at him and struggles against her bonds.

He is more than happy with the terror of the young witch. It will only make this act more enjoyable. Hermione can't believe it. She is naked in front of this man, this monster, this pervert. Seeing him approach, she tries to remind him of her condition, of who her parents are, hoping in vain that she will succeed in disgusting him. But he draws closer, daring to put his lips on her chest, letting his tongue turn around the tips, having already hardened, of course due to the cold and not because of him. He passes his hands over her back to press her to him, forcing her to kiss him. It's at this moment that Hermione wants to die and a tear runs along her cheek. He pinches her breasts before kneading them for a long moment. It's been a long time since he was satisfied on a sexual level, and so even though he is here to make her suffering last he removes his trousers and separates her legs. Hermione begs him; for the first time she implores him not to do this but her pleas do nothing more than excite Lucius, who already has an erection. He brutally penetrates her, lets Hermione scream and cry tirelessly during the act, which (due to Lucius's excitement) doesn't last more than a few minutes. Once finished he releases her legs and removes the chains, throwing her clothes at her before leaving the cell with his bag. Hermione is here, still trembling and choked. She hates the Malfoy family more than ever and will make them pay one day for what she has suffered today.

She loses hope this day. She does not want to be saved now; she only wants to die. Then she lets herself perish, no longer eating, no longer even screaming at the tortures inflicted on her. Everything is finished in her eyes. She tries to recall good memories, nestled against the wall of her prison. She remembers the day when she ignited Professor Snape's cloak. "Lacarnum Inflamari," she thinks. When suddenly...

Note from the author : A big thank you to my Beta who did all this in an emergency yesterday, as I had no answer from my former Beta !