Dark Passion Play Chapter 2: End of All Hope, a harry potter fanfic

Dark Passion Play

By EchoDeltaNine

Chapter 2: End of All Hope

She hedged away from Lucius Malfoy's touch as he twined a hand ruthlessly in her hair, yanking her by his side, forcing her to keep up with his long strides. She refused to let him have the satisfaction of making her yelp, but he was sorely testing her resolve because the intense pain in the back of her skull was making her eyes water.

The entrance to the Manor loomed in sight though, so she gulped a lungful of air and forced herself to clear her mind. If there was nothing to think about, there was no pain.

As soon as Lucius dragged her through the door, he turned abruptly to the right and threw her face down onto the floor of the drawing room. It was the exact spot that Bellatrix had tortured her not a month ago. This fact made her body begin to shake in trepidation, despite her willing it to stop.

"Do not move," her captor sneered. "If you so much as move an inch you will rue the day you were born." Too bad I already do, she wanted to shoot back; but she valued her life and she was not looking for a death threat.

She collapsed fully against the deep burgundy carpet, letting the whole of her body fall to the floor in exhaustion. The last several hours had been horrendously trying on her patience and ability to play along with this sadistic game. The roots of her hair hurt from where it had been pulled, and her body had been scrubbed with an abrasive sponge to clear the grime from her skin, leaving it smarting in the cool evening air. They had "prettied" her up to be "presentable," but Lucius found her less than pleasing and so here she was, sprawled on the floor at his mercy.

Of course, she would fight it all tooth and nail until he was forced to kill her. She valued her life, yes, but she was not going to submit to him. Not ever.

She stilled her breathing as a commotion occurred in the entrance hall, straining her ears to hear what was going on. She shouldn't have wasted the precious moments, for the small party came into the room and the voices that she heard made her blood run cold.

She was panting before Lucius made his way back to her.

"Oooh, how delightful!" Bellatrix Lestrange's voice rang through her head, her giddy, sadistic laughter bringing tears to her eyes before she could hold them back. "A little Mudlood for our fun!"

"No, Bella," Lucius hissed, though he did not stop her from yanking Hermione's head back by her hair, forcing her cruel black eyes into her captive's own. "She is Draco's prize."

"No, no, no," she purred, her wand tracing the outline of Hermione's jaw. "He will surely share with his favorite auntie, no?" She grinned wildly and then threw Hermione back to the floor. She slumped down, her muscles shaking. She would not acquiesce to Lucius, but it was wise to be submissive to Bellatrix.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Draco, language!" his mother softly chastised the boy as his presence came into the room. No one answered though; it brought an anxiety to her stomach that they showed such wariness to him.

"Answer me!" She flinched at his icy tone.

"Your prize, my son," Lucius murmured, pulling her up by a tug to the collar of her shirt. She stood as straight as she could, staring at Draco coldly, though refusing to meet his eyes. He studied her with calculated indifference that just toed the line of irritation.

"Such a fine specimen, Draco," Bella whispered in her sultry way. "Surely you'll want help to break her in?" She was surprised to see his eyes flash and the clench of his jaw as he turned the full force of his eyes on his aunt.

"No," he said firmly. "Leave us." When no one moved except for Bellatrix to jut out her bottom lip in a childish pout, he narrowed his eyes and Hermione could practically feel his displeasure rolling off of him in waves. "Now!" he barked, his stance in one of control and he watched her while the rest of their audience fled the room.

She stood in the center of the room, allowing her hair to hide her face while she watched him from below her lashes. Her breath was still coming in quiet pants and her heart was still racing. God, she hated that woman.

But her only concern at the moment was Draco. He did not move, but only stared at her in silent disapproval.

Suddenly he prowled towards her. Despite her promise to never back down from him, she took several uncontrollable steps backwards, falling with a harrumph onto the beige couch. She glared up at him, wary of her reaction.

She flinched when he brought his hand up, thinking he meant to hit her, but he surprised her by brushing her frizzed hair out of her face and kneeling before her, all in one fluid motion.

"You stupid, stupid girl," he chastised, though it lacked the malice she was used to. "Stop," he ordered when she recoiled away from his hands. He sighed in quiet frustration, rising to cross the room, returning to her side with a damp cloth in his hands. "I won't hurt you," he murmured, kneeling once more.

She cringed despite herself as he raised the cloth, gently rubbing it across her cheeks. He drew the cloth over her throat and collarbone before sitting back on his heels, looking up at her.

"God, Granger." He rose again and brought his long, pale fingers to play across her skin, wiping away the new tears that spilled from her eyes. "I told you to run. I told you." He sighed, leaning towards her. She leaned back to keep the distance between them, but he invaded her personal space and sank his mouth to her ear.

"Listen, and listen closely," he whispered. Her eyes were drawn to the pale hand set on the arm of the couch, clutched so tightly that his knuckles were bone white and all the tendons stood out under his skin. "I don't want this. Not for a second. But there are things that I am compelled to do; not because I want them. Understand this." She shivered as his lips tickled her ear. "You now belong to me—no, don't protest—you will do as I say, when I say it. Do you understand?" She bit back her tears. Whatever compassion he'd shown her thirty seconds ago was gone, obviously, so she nodded, bitter.

"You do not have to obey anyone else. They cannot touch or harm you without my permission. I will not give them that permission." He pulled back, reaching into a small case on the desk, bringing out a vicious looking collar.

"No," she choked. She hated that she'd allowed herself to be weak, to beg of him what she promised herself she wouldn't. But this? This was too much. He could make her do anything, and she would obey, no sass; but a collar? She was sure it came with a wicked matching leash.

"I-I have to." The tone of his voice made her look up. His eyes were soft towards her, but they hardened when he fingered the material. "I cannot protect you without this, Granger. It won't hurt you. But I assure you they will."

She swallowed hard, contemplating, before she hung her head and stretched out her neck in humiliation. She found it somewhere in her body to trust him; if only for a moment.

His fingers itched over her throat, looping the black material around her neck, fastening it with the silver hooks at the nape of her neck. It burned, making her hiss, the moment he let go. She glared up at him with accusing eyes and watched him frown, though he did not say a word about it.

"This," he touched the collar and it practically jumped towards his fingers, yanking her person closer to him. "Is a nasty device that will force you to do my bidding. You will do whatever I ask of you, how I ask, and when I ask; if you refuse, you are punished, by my hand, or by any such others I approve appropriate." Her hate rekindled as he coached her in her new role in life. "It is extremely easy to trace and only I can take it off. Do not try to leave. You're rather like a house elf now; when I say your name, you come. When I tell you to sit, you sit. When I forbid you to do something, it is forbidden. When I tell you to heel, you heel like the good little bitch you are."

Though she'd been expecting him to throw some terrible words at her, she did not expect the ones he gave her now, and it surprised her how much it hurt. He had been so gentle a few minutes before; if not caring then at least compassionate; but now he was being so cruel and it broke her on the inside. She was not a compliant puppy; she did not give out sexual favors, like he was insinuating, and she did not want to do his dirty business for him.

So she gave him her most loathsome glare which he answered coolly with his silver eyes as Bellatrix, Rodulphus, and his parents reentered the room, accompanied by the Notts and Zabinis. Bellatrix crowed to her nephew that he had guests and he boldly held up a hand to staunch her obnoxiousness.

"You will go to your room on the third floor and stay there; turn left at the stairs; it is the third door on the right. We will speak of accommodations later." She wanted to snarl at him but instead she nodded once. "One more thing, don't touch anything outside of that room. Do you understand?" She stared cruelly at him while his audience watched. "Answer me," he demanded dangerously. She was surprised by the magic that forced her to nod once again. "Good, now go."

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She left through the doors, leaving mirthless laughter in her wake, feeling utter humiliation.

The Manor was all dark woods and shadowy accents, bringing a gloom about the place that made her shiver. The afternoon sun slanting through the windows was a grey that left her feeling cold and her mood bleak.

She followed Draco's instructions, rising up three flights of stairs lavished in dark green carpet. She paused at the top, faced with several floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the garden. It was just as dark as the rest of the house; large bushes adorned with blood-red roses. Dark-colored trees and other plants, sometimes splashed with color. It was rather a depressing sight and did nothing to improve her spirits.

She pattered down the hallway and opened the third door on the right. It was disgusting to her tastes. Blonde wooded dressers and vanity, the same for the bed frame. A dusty rose coverlet adorned the bed. She suspected it was too nice. Too…hospitable. A great feeling of trepidation sank into her stomach. Surely he did not mean for her to stay there?

She sighed and softly closed the door behind her. She had her own bathroom, even. It all seemed unreal to her, but she figured that he was only holding her here until his guests left, and then he would take her to the little closet of a room to live in while she tended to his every whim. It left her feeling disgusting and worthless.

She looked around again, swallowed hard, and strode to the bed. She half expected the mattress to disappear as soon as she sat on it, but it didn't, and it was the softest thing she'd ever felt. She sighed again and stretched out across its length, at least trying to relax before she was really thrust into the fires of hell.

A/N: I just want to say that I am so glad this has been well received! Thanks to lovealan, an anon reviewer, for my first review! And also thanks to SugarSweet82, Aelmira Romani, and another anon reviewer! I will be reading and reviewing your stories very soon! And also thanks to Family Tradition, tacker23, Emily. , lizgarner, FrayaMarloWoulds, babelicious1, cullen's pet, GNTGenius, SugarSweet82, Tsuki916, orli's babe, gummyrayv2010, Audrey Starring as Herself, rhileigh, Bellen1996, SapphireDreamer26, and jlhclayton for following Dark Passion Play. Thank you to Aelmira Romoni for favoriting Dark Passion Play. And also thank you to vampirequeengoddess and orli's babe for favoriting me as an author!

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