"You don't want to sit up that end of the table," Malfoy stated coldly as he navigated Hermione to the very far end of the table. They were now in the dining room and the guests were starting to seat themselves in order of rank, Hermione was sure. She was pleased that thus far, Voldemort wasn't around yet and everyone seemed mostly disinterested in her at the moment save for Draco and Snape who were the only ones who had really taken it upon themselves to engage in any sort of activity with her, besides Narcissa who had an obligation to interact with her. And she was thankful for that, even though they had been terrible to her for years, it was the familiarity that she needed and she was thankful for right now.
"The Dark Lord sits at the head of the table, flanked by his most devout. Much to the disgust of my father." Draco thumbed in the direction of the head of the table.
"And you aren't one of his most devout?" her voice intertwined with curiosity and mock innocence.
He softly laughed. "Merlin no. Like I said Granger, only here by association with my father, not by want or need."
"Indeed," came her flat reply as she watched him pull out a high backed wooden chair for her.
They were at the complete opposite end to the Dark Lord and she was thankful that he and the ones she feared most weren't going to be down her end engaging with her in chitchat and trying to mentally berate her and see if she faltered under pressure. In fact, she noticed hardly anyone had opted to sit down this end. Clearly, the war had killed off many of the devout, leaving large gaps not only at the table but also within their social rankings.
She sat gently in the chair and he pushed it back in. Clearly, he had been a product of a good upbringing within the aristocratic ranks of the pureblood alliance. She knew it was all about image and manners with them so the way Draco acted towards her despite the years of hatred he had shown her was really no surprise. She was a guest in his home and he was acting accordingly.
"Lolita," Hot breath hit her ear as she jumped slightly, how the fuck did he keep appearing out of nowhere? He sat gracefully beside her, Draco flanking the opposite side of her. She was amused to see he made no effort and was dressed in his usual garb. She was now wedged between Draco and Snape and she was actually grateful for this occurrence because it was better the devil or devils she knew than the devil she didn't that may have chosen to sit beside her should they felt the need arise. She was the sweet tender meat in a Death Eater sandwich.
"Taking Miss Granger under your wing, Draco, or are you just trying to piss your father off?" Severus quirked a brow, his voice laced with mock innocence. His leg gently brushed against hers under the table and she stiffened slightly at his touch. She was sure it was deliberate.
"A little from column A, and a little from column B," He bit back staring past Hermione and at his godfather. His face was stoic and unreadable.
"You know your father would positively piss himself if you fucked a little bastard half-blood brat into the girl," He began as if she weren't even sitting next to him and in such a tone that one might be discussing what they were having for dinner.
"He couldn't have the only Heir to the Malfoy fortune going around sullying up the good Malfoy name that was bestowed upon you and has been in high esteem for eons because you couldn't help but re-write the wrongs you felt and the need for some redemption in your life." He sneered casting a doubtful glance at Draco.
"I can do what I like," He challenged jutting his chin in defiance.
"You can, but would it be wise Draco? To condemn the girl to a life of misery constantly looking over her shoulder should your father try to do her in and sweep his little problem under the mat."
"She is condemned to a life of misery regardless if she is saddled with me or someone else, Snape. If it has escaped your notice, she is being held here against her wishes and is to be auctioned off like an animal, like a lesser being."
"So you are going to purchase her?"
"Perhaps."
"And you don't think your father would try to do away with the girl at the first opportune moment, Draco?" His eyes looked darkly at his godson.
"You know my father won't defy The Lord, Snape. She serves a purpose to him and my father would never go against the grain of the wishes of The Lord."
He snorted. "Not even The Dark Lord can become between your father and plight to keep the Malfoy line pure. Your father isn't totally inept Draco. He would bide his time and make it look accidental."
"And the fact I want her worries you why? It's not like you have a use for the girl nor would you want her." He said coldly. The look on Severus's face was enough to tell Draco perhaps he did want the girl after all.
"And what would you do with her, fuck your own bastard child into her?"
"You got part of that sentence right, Draco. Just omit the your own bastard child into and you have what I wish to partake in with her."
"Excuse me?" Hermione shrieked a little too loudly. "No one is 'fucking' anything into me, not now, not ever."
Both males looked at her incredulously for a second as if they couldn't comprehend what she was saying. Snape tossed his head back and let out a small laugh. "You have no choice in the matter, Miss Granger, you will have to bear a child, several in fact and you don't get to pick and choose who sires them."
She paled at his statement, sure, she knew that it would have to happen but she had never actually really thought about it. She couldn't do this; she didn't want to do this. She was still a child herself and now she was going to be used for the sole function of her uterus. She had so much she had wanted to do in life, finish school, secure her dream job, find the love of her life, get married and then have children.
She tried to form words into her head; she wanted to argue with him, she wanted to slap him and to flee. She wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. Instead, she sat stock still and looked forward focusing on the rich tapestry on the opposite wall.
"Just because you have had an infatuation with the girl since she set foot in the school-" Severus began but was cut off by Draco.
"I did not have an infatuation with the girl," Draco began but now it was his turn to be cut off by Severus.
"No, perhaps not to start with. First, it was wonder, then hatred and loathing and then admiration for her abilities and then not long after that it shifted into infatuation. And now, you think you can live out your fantasies by purchasing her and she has no choice but to be the object of your fantasies and your affections. She would have no choice but to carry the children you so desperately want to fuck into her over and over again just to irate your father and infuriate him beyond comprehension."
His cheeks flushed crimson at his Godfather's raw tirade on the reason he exactly wanted Hermione Granger. And who cared if he did fancy the girl, was that a crime?
"So what if I want to?"
"You realize your father would outbid you before you could win the girl. He would impregnate the girl himself if it means keeping the Malfoy name pure. He has you to carry on the line. He wouldn't worry about the rest being lowly half-bloods, I would dare even go as far to say they would all end up meeting their demise directly or indirectly at his hands."
"My father would never do that to my mother."
Severus snorted, "Are we talking about the same Lucius Malfoy here? The same Lucius Malfoy I have seen balls deep in a cheap hooker while the second licked his ball sack while I almost fucked her into the bed head?"
The little color Draco had in his face had drained. He had always thought of his father as a great man, a loyal man, and a loving husband to his wife and he would never stray. He had never thought the man would be into fucking cheap hookers or straying from his mother's bed.
"Should we really be talking about this in front of certain company?" Draco inclined his blonde head towards Hermione.
"You realize she is going to be carrying the child of any one of these men in here soon, she is going to be hearing a lot more than what cheap hookers your father chose to spend his time with and lavish affection on, Draco. She is going to be pregnant and carrying the spawn of some of the most loyal and the evilest, she is going to hear and see things that she would never have thought humanly possible. She is going to see what it's like to be taken to dizzying daydreams and heart-stopping lows. She is, in essence going to become one of us and there is nary a fucking thing she or anyone else can do about. The sooner you realize the life she is in for, the better. She isn't here so you can fall in love and marry her and grow old together Draco. The quicker you get that out of your head the fucking better." He slammed his fists hard on the table to punctuate his anger. The mild chatter that had been going on in the hall came to an abrupt halt and they all looked at Severus for a moment wondering what had set him off.
A deathly silence hung over the three of them as everyone went back to their idle chitchat. The tension between the three was so thick, it could have been cut with a blunt dagger and Hermione suddenly felt awkward nestled between the two. She scratched her neck absentmindedly as her gaze darted between Draco and Severus. She wanted to ask Severus something but after his outburst, she was unsure if it were wise… but then again, what was he going to do, kill her?
"Excuse my ignorance, Snape." She began. It felt foreign to her not to precede his name with Professor.
"Draco was telling me that the head of the table is for The Dark Lord and his most faithful, is that not where you should be sitting? Or have the mighty fallen and been outcast to sit with the lowly?" She asked fluttering her eyelashes sweetly at him and he knew full well she was being a sarcastic little trollop who should mind her manners before they got her into all sorts.
"Miss Granger, the mighty have not fallen. I have decided to forgo the company of my brethren to spent so quality time with my Godson," he drawled as he leaned in close to her ear, his breath prickling her skin. "And to spend some more time with you."
His hand gently danced over the silk skirt of her dress and across her thigh. She clenched her teeth together biting her tongue so as to not shove it down his throat like a wanton hussy. He continued his assault through the silk walking his fingers slowly and gently up the length of her thigh only to stop in the crease where her thigh met her vagina. She wanted to push his hand away but another part of her wanted to drag his hand under the dress and delve into the waistband of her panties so he could play with her clit and finally bring her to the release she so desperately needed from him.
"I'm fucking starving," Draco grumbled oblivious to the almost sexual touches Severus was offering the girl.
And almost on cue, the doors to the dining room opened and in walked The Dark Lord dressed in Hermione could only imagine were his best robes and she found it peculiar he would dress in such attire for anything that pertained to her, to a lowly Mudblood.
"My friendsss," He hissed his almost snake-like voice holding the s for a few seconds longer than would have normally been acceptable.
Severus rested his hand on her thigh and squeezed it gently in response to her stiffening at the sight of Voldemort.
"I thank you all for coming tonight for this wonderful occasion," He was walking closer and closer to Hermione. Draco noticed the color drain from her face and rested a hand on the opposite thigh to Severus, squeezing tightly in a soothing gesture.
"My, My, Miss Granger, you look wonderful tonight. I see Narcissa has gone above and beyond." He closed the gap between them and lifted her delicate white hand in his hand. He was ice cold to the touch and his skin almost didn't feel like skin. She imagined this is what a corpse would feel like.
He took her hand and drew it up to her lips, kissing the back of her hand delicately before letting go. She smiled at him, she had told herself she wasn't going to show him or anyone she was petrified. She was strong, she could do this.
"Thank you," she whispered bowing her head low in respect. She didn't want to irate the man and be on the receiving end of a dark and painful curse.
She was thankful as he began to slowly make his way up to the opposite end of the table, talking as he went.
"I hope we can all enjoy tonight, my brethren. And I am thankful you have all graced me with your presence for this momentous occasion. Harry Potter is dead and here sits Hermione Granger, the smartest witch of our age. Not only is she smart but my, my isn't she ever so pretty. Let's see who the lucky one is that gets to take her home tonight and breed themselves an army of children who will dedicate their lives to my cause."
There were claps and cheers as he sat down and clapped his hands. The food appeared on their plates. The smell was so amazing Hermione was sure she was drooling as he stomach rumbled at the smell of the food. It was right then she realized he hadn't had a thing to eat or drink. She was famished and her mouth was still dry.
The two men who flanked her still had their hands resting on her thighs and she knew that neither knew the other had his hand on her. It also unnerved her they had both taken a liking… no that wasn't right… They had both seem to have staked a claim to her.
Hermione was unsure why either truly wanted her. Was Draco as transparent as he had made out? Was he really doing this because he wanted to royally piss off Lucius Malfoy, or did he have affections towards he had had since Hogwarts? And why would Severus Snape want her? If he wanted someone to fuck he could go and get a cheap hooker or she was sure many of the women here wouldn't be shy in bending over and letting him take them from behind. She tapped her index finger to her lips in deep thought. Why would Severus Snape want her?
She shrugged the thought off as she picked up her knife and fork and began to devour her meal. She was absolutely ravenous.
"Lolita," He whispered softly in her ear, almost making her choke on her mouthful of food.
"I hope you aren't partial to that dress because I am going to tear it off with my fucking teeth later tonight and fuck you through the headboard of my bed," He growled softly into her ear.
She didn't object, she kept her gaze straight and continued to eat. Fuck him and his voice that clouded her judgment. Fuck him and his touch that almost made her lose her mind and render her mute. Fuck the way he made her lose her inhibitions. Yes, fuck him that is exactly what she wanted to do.
A/N: I hope you all like this chapter. I am so overwhelmed with the number of people who have taken the time out of their day to read and review. Thank you! Sorry, it's shorter than usual…I just felt I had to get something out to you all. Next chapter coming up Hermione will be forced to dance with and endure the affections of a few Death Eaters besides Draco and Severus. -Aliasmel1