This will be a longer chapter and a fair warning it is pretty sexually graphic. Reviews and constructive chrism are much appreciated. I hope you are enjoying this fanfic so far
Hermione laid on the blood-stained cot and watched the moonlight outside the window reflect onto the cracked stone floor of her room. 'my room...how hysterical.' she thought to herself. She didn't know how many days it has been since she was brought her and living under the same roof as her captor. It has been weeks at this point and all hope that she would be saved was starting to dwindle.
She tried to wipe the tears from her face but it didn't achieve much except smear more blood on her face. She hadn't bathed for weeks and the feeling of blood and sweat accumulating on her skin was starting to become an unfortunate accustomed feeling. She couldn't sit up or move without every muscle below her neck scream at her to get back down. The spinning feeling in her head from days without a scrap of food was mind numbing. Everything about her situation was revolting and mind numbing.
Hermione tried to keep her mind off her time here and try to go to a more pleasant place mentally. She thought of the lake outside of Hogwarts, her room back in her parents home, Christmas time with her two friends, anything to keep her from crying.
She stared at the moonlights gray glow and thought of the way Lucius Malfoy looked at her when she laid on that table in front of him. Those gray eyes must have dug into her soul and found the deepest pleasure to see her in such agony. 'Where you belong' she could imagine him say to her. Calling her a mudblood and assuring her that this was her only mind flipped to Draco. He tried to save her. Why did he try to save her? Nothing made sense to her anymore.
The door started to unlock and creak open, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
The clicking of boots against stone got louder when Antonin approached her and squatted down to be closer.
This is how it always started, a gentle caress of her cheek, running his hand to her neck and down her chest to wake her up. Hermione opened her eyes and begged herself not to tear up again. He was always more brutal when she cried.
"You are awake my dear. Sit up," he said in a rough tone. She could smell the liquor on his breath.
Hermione did as told and waited for him to do or say anything. She did not want to fight him anymore, every time she tried to fight him it got worse and he would just spend the remainder of his night torturing her until she blacked out. A calloused hand ran down her chest and roughly grabbed her breast in his large hand.
"Are you willing to be a good girl for me tonight?" He whispered in her ear. All she could do was nod. It wasn't worth it to fight this anymore, she only made it worse for herself if there was fighting involved.
Antonin's mouth latched onto hers in a brutal kiss that she unwillingly participated in. His hand eased off her breast as a sign that she was doing well. This is what she needed to do to not be tortured, give into him and accept her position. His hand traveled to her neck and gave it a medium grasp for his own amusement. He enjoyed the fact that he was in control of her. The same girl that escaped him in the Department of Mysteries and had been obsessing over in his time in Azkaban.
He was starting to run his hands down her body. Hermione knew not to panic, it would only anger him but instead continued to participate in the kiss.
"Very good girl indeed" he murmured.
Antonin's hand grabbed her hair and threw her on her stomach while he began to release himself from contracting trousers. His hand returned to her hair and pulled her head up to whisper in her ear "If you cooperate tonight I will let you eat. Is that understood?" She nodded, biting back the tears and preparing herself for the worse, again.
"Good. Now, on your hands and knees" He ordered. Doing as told and shaking slightly while doing so, Hermione took deep breaths while she heard him prepare himself by using a lubrication spell. It was only for his own pleasure and comfort while on her and it felt like being torn in didn't phase him that she was in pain, all that mattered was his own pleasure. Antonin found her entrance and without a warning buried himself deep within her in one thrust that almost pushed her to her stomach in pain. His strong arm wrapped around her stomach and kept her still while he proceeded to brutalize her. It brought him a fair amount of pleasure to violate her like this but the fact it caused her such pain only made him harder.
Not a single whimper or cry was heard from her out of stubbornness and defeat. She allowed him to continue willingly and tried not to concentrate on the act itself but rather the small feelings she felt such as the cot under her hands and the breeze from the open didn't have the flight in her anymore and starvation was a strong motivating factor. Antonin wanted her to react to him, to him it was half the fun. He leaned back to sit on folded knees and brought her with him and still buried within her. He held her tight against his chest and moved his hands to her hips. He would raise her gentle off and then crush her down onto him again several times before she releases a barely audible sob of pain. He stopped and allowed her to stay still while enjoying the feeling of her surrounding him. His hands roamed to her stomach. He knew what would get a reaction out of her since it worked without fail in the couple times he attempted it.
Soft kisses contacted her shoulder and neck before roaming to her ear. Whispering he said "Do you like it when I spill my seed inside you dear? The thought is so delicious. The thought that I could have very well impregnated you with child by now is such a pleasant thought. Would you like that mudblood? If I continue ravaging you until I impregnate you and you have my child?"
Hermione felt his hands caress her stomach and she allowed all her tears to spill from her eyes while a heartbreaking sob broke from her tried to remove his hands from her and get away but his grip was firm. Antonin knew that would break her and that was all he needed to continue. While bringing her back to their beginning position Antonin continued to taunt her while speeding up.
"The thought of my bastard within you at this very moment brings me such joy. What a child it would don't you think? Fathers features and mothers supposed brains. Although a half-blood it would be a force to be reckoned with."
She continued to cry and he continued with hands still roaming her abdomen.
" Those sound like tears of joy my sweet. Such a sweet thought to think, isn't it? Although I'm sure that the act of creating it is a very pleasant thought as well to you."
She felt the horrible gut wrenching feeling of him spilling his seed deep within her and keeping still inside, allowing the feeling of liquid within her burn her brutalized insides.
Antonin held onto her and keep one hand still near her womb and another rubbing her neck gently.
"If only you allowed yourself to give in, I could make your stay much more you must do is give in."
"Please release me" she silently whispered.
"Consider what I offer. If you become an active participant in these acts I could relocate you to a much more pleasant setting. You wouldn't have to starve or beg."
Hermione said nothing like always and she was thrown hastily onto the cot, another blood stain in its endless mosaic of stains. He pulled his trousers back up and left the room while she cried and tried not to think of the possibility she might be pregnant. As always, she cried herself to sleep.
It was the day before the raid on Dolohov's private home and the entire Order of the Phoenix crowded Grimmauld Place for final preparations. Draco was finally trusted enough to go with them under the condition that an Unbreakable Vow of his loyalty to Harry Potters cause is made. That was enough to convince the Harry but Ron was still reluctant.
Harry entered the drawing room and noticed Draco sitting in a wooden chair by the fireplace, staring intently into the flame as if looking for a message.
"How are you feeling Mal-Draco?" Harry was trying to nip his bad habit of calling him Malfoy lately but the occasional slip still occurred.
"I hope this plan works. It has to work" He mumbled. Harry placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Listen Draco. I never got a chance to talk to you about all of this."
Harry paused and Draco looks at his new found ally.
"It took a lot of gall to try and save Hermione like that. The point was that you tried. And you abandoned everything you were taught to come here. I know that mindsets can't change overnight but actions speak louder than words. The entire Weasley family, especially Fred and George, speak very highly of you. They trust you and want nothing more than to help you. Molly and Aurther have large hearts and will help you in a heartbeat. You convinced your father, a member of his inner circle, to join us. You have no idea how much this is helping us bring this war to a close. That's all we want. We want things to be peaceful again. To be able to live our lives without the constant threat of war. I know you must not feel in your place here but you just need to give everyone time to adjust to you. If you need anyone to talk to, I am always available."
Draco stiffened and did not know how to respond to the golden boy's words. He was reassuring, he was accepting and he was personal. Things that he had not noticed before because of his clouded judgment. All his life he has been around death eaters and new nothing about warmth or acceptance. You were either one of them or you were on their hit list. Now, it was hard to accept that people could be genuinely supportive.
"thank you, Potter. I hope to let bygones be bygones. My only focus is to stop this pointless fighting and bring my father back."
Harry asked without thinking "and your mother?"
Draco looked down to the floor with his head behind held by his reclined hand. "Last I heard, she is with my aunt Bellatrix. She had turned into something unrecognizable."
Draco rubbed his eyes and released himself from the dusty old chair and walked towards his room. He didn't want to talk about his family anymore than neccessary.