Severus started to feel very uneasy as lunch time grew closer. He
had passed Weasley and Potter in the hallway several times and Hermione was
not with them. He had also gone to Gryffindor tower to check on her, but
the portrait said she hadn't seen her since earlier that morning. Draco
seemed to be missing as well, which only furthered his worry. Something was
off.
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"Get up." He snapped.
Reluctantly Hermione did as she was told. Her hands slipped from the necklace to her sides, keeping her eyes on the floor. She heard the soft click of shoes on stone, but couldn't bring herself to look up.
"This is how you keep a woman in check Draco." Came Lucius Malfoy's scathing voice.
Tears started to roll down Hermione's cheeks again. She knew she was showing she was weak, but she couldn't stop. She couldn't bring herself to wipe them away though either. Hermione felt someone touch her cheek gently and wipe the tears from her face. She slowly looked up to see Draco looking at her with what almost look like remorse. His eyes soon became cold again before turning back to his father and Voldemort.
"Come her Hermione." Voldemort said silkily. Of course Hermione did as she was told, though she hated herself for every step she took. Hermione stood there in front of him, her eyes cast to the ground. "Turn around." He whispered.
Slowly she turned around. Her heart started to beat faster with fear. Hermione felt Voldemort's breath on the back of her neck and cringed. His hand fell lightly on her stomach. Hermione quickly took hold of his hand as if to remove it, but wasn't able to. He laughed quietly. She shuddered under his touch, making him laugh again.
"Still afraid of no one I see." Voldemort taunted. "She is pure." He said to Lucius and Draco. Hermione's skin crawled as he continued to move his hand across her abdomen.
"No one wants a filthy mudblood." Draco exclaimed coldly.
"No one except you, and our dear Severus." Voldemort retorted, and Draco was silent. Hermione's heart seemed to have flipped at the mention of Snape, but then sank.
What did they want from her? Did she really have to ask? It was clear what they saw her useful for.
"Quite right my little Hermione." Voldemort said into her hair. "You shall produce the night. With the help of my heir of course."
Hermione looked up and saw Lucius smiling. Hermione suddenly felt very ill. If that was her fate she would much rather die. Her eyes darted to Draco, who seemed to have turned a light shade of green.
"Come now," Voldemort said holding his hand out towards Lucius and Draco, "you said you wanted her Draco." Hermione's heart sank even further. "Take her."
Draco walk to them, albeit very slowly. The color in his face returning with each step. Hermione wanted nothing more than to run away. This is not how she imagined it to be, and especially not with Malfoy. Voldemort removed his hand from her and pushed her lightly into Draco. He stood there just holding her for a moment. Hermione stared into his silver eyes, and started to shake with fear. Draco brought his mouth to her ear.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
He looked at her again, and she saw the true regret in his eyes, but also the hunger. Then he kissed her. At first gently, but soon he was kissing her in an almost bruising manner. Hermione whimpered in pain as his hand squeezed her closer to him, molding her body to his. After a few moments he finally released her because of the lack of oxygen. Their breathing was shallow and erratic. Hermione felt new tears slide down her cheeks. She had been betrayed, violated. She looked slowly to Voldemort and Lucius. They smiled at her cruelly. She felt so small under their gazes. To them she was property. A tool. Nothing more.
"Take her upstairs Draco." Voldemort commanded, and Draco, like a good little Death Eater, did as he was told.
A/N So, here's another chapter. Shorter than the rest but it will have to do. It will be at least two or three days before I get any more up.
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"Get up." He snapped.
Reluctantly Hermione did as she was told. Her hands slipped from the necklace to her sides, keeping her eyes on the floor. She heard the soft click of shoes on stone, but couldn't bring herself to look up.
"This is how you keep a woman in check Draco." Came Lucius Malfoy's scathing voice.
Tears started to roll down Hermione's cheeks again. She knew she was showing she was weak, but she couldn't stop. She couldn't bring herself to wipe them away though either. Hermione felt someone touch her cheek gently and wipe the tears from her face. She slowly looked up to see Draco looking at her with what almost look like remorse. His eyes soon became cold again before turning back to his father and Voldemort.
"Come her Hermione." Voldemort said silkily. Of course Hermione did as she was told, though she hated herself for every step she took. Hermione stood there in front of him, her eyes cast to the ground. "Turn around." He whispered.
Slowly she turned around. Her heart started to beat faster with fear. Hermione felt Voldemort's breath on the back of her neck and cringed. His hand fell lightly on her stomach. Hermione quickly took hold of his hand as if to remove it, but wasn't able to. He laughed quietly. She shuddered under his touch, making him laugh again.
"Still afraid of no one I see." Voldemort taunted. "She is pure." He said to Lucius and Draco. Hermione's skin crawled as he continued to move his hand across her abdomen.
"No one wants a filthy mudblood." Draco exclaimed coldly.
"No one except you, and our dear Severus." Voldemort retorted, and Draco was silent. Hermione's heart seemed to have flipped at the mention of Snape, but then sank.
What did they want from her? Did she really have to ask? It was clear what they saw her useful for.
"Quite right my little Hermione." Voldemort said into her hair. "You shall produce the night. With the help of my heir of course."
Hermione looked up and saw Lucius smiling. Hermione suddenly felt very ill. If that was her fate she would much rather die. Her eyes darted to Draco, who seemed to have turned a light shade of green.
"Come now," Voldemort said holding his hand out towards Lucius and Draco, "you said you wanted her Draco." Hermione's heart sank even further. "Take her."
Draco walk to them, albeit very slowly. The color in his face returning with each step. Hermione wanted nothing more than to run away. This is not how she imagined it to be, and especially not with Malfoy. Voldemort removed his hand from her and pushed her lightly into Draco. He stood there just holding her for a moment. Hermione stared into his silver eyes, and started to shake with fear. Draco brought his mouth to her ear.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
He looked at her again, and she saw the true regret in his eyes, but also the hunger. Then he kissed her. At first gently, but soon he was kissing her in an almost bruising manner. Hermione whimpered in pain as his hand squeezed her closer to him, molding her body to his. After a few moments he finally released her because of the lack of oxygen. Their breathing was shallow and erratic. Hermione felt new tears slide down her cheeks. She had been betrayed, violated. She looked slowly to Voldemort and Lucius. They smiled at her cruelly. She felt so small under their gazes. To them she was property. A tool. Nothing more.
"Take her upstairs Draco." Voldemort commanded, and Draco, like a good little Death Eater, did as he was told.
A/N So, here's another chapter. Shorter than the rest but it will have to do. It will be at least two or three days before I get any more up.