Disclaimer: I still don't own anything related to Harry Potter, unless you
count some bits of merchandise, but that's about it. So yeah, no suing.
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A/N: ok, ok, ok, I had a really long long delay, didn't I? Basically, I had a huge bout of writer's block. Frankly, I don't like how this story is coming along. Hopefully I can change it to be a wee bit better, but I wouldn't expect many more chapters, its almost finished. I think. Ok, well, here goes, Chapter 12. Don't hate me too much if it sucks. Lets just give me a fair chance by saying. . .I warned you.
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Thank you's:
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Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I appreciate it.
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Chapter 12
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Weeks went by, and everything seemed to be going well. Draco and Hermione kept their relationship secret, sneaking kisses and touches when no one was around to notice anything; Harry and Ron were as clueless as always, perhaps even more so, if it were at all possible. Hermione felt as if her life was finally going the way it should go: happily.
Little did anyone know that there was a cruel force out to destroy the two love-struck teens. No one knew about the serpent that stalked the corridors, following Draco silently, mutely. No one saw it slithering around in the shadows, meticulously studying the ways of Draco, how he would glance over at Hermione when he thought no one was watching, how he suddenly seemed more confident in her presence.
The serpent followed Draco on one of his secret rendezvous' with the witch he claimed to love. It watched the two spitefully, as they ran their hands through each other's hair, a fire-like passion burning like embers in the depths of their soul. It watched as their lips collided with such a force that it could have sent a tidal wave over the ocean.
This serpent was no regular serpent. (A/n: obviously. . .gah, this really sucks.) In fact, inside the body of the serpent dwelled the soul of a man, a corrupt and evil man, overflowing with thoughts of revenge and spite. It was the soul of one very angry Lucius Malfoy, well, as close to a soul that man could get.
He watched vigilantly as his son shared the one thing that showed someone how much they cared, a kiss, with a mudblood, a wretched, filthy muggle. Oh, how ashamed he was of his son. He would have to be taught a lesson, no matter how much it hurt him.
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Neither Draco nor Hermione noticed the serpent in the shadows, or how it changed into the form of a man within seconds. They were oblivious to everything except to each other, that is, until they heard the cough.
They quickly jumped away from each other as Draco pulled out his wand pointing it towards the murky shadows in a corner of the darkened room.
"Who's there?"
Instead of a verbal response, they instead watched as a figure stepped out of the shadows at an agonizingly slow pace. Draco swallowed as the figure stepped more into the light. It lifted its head slowly, and Draco's heart wrenched in fear as he stared into the eyes of his father, eyes filled with a fury he had never seen before, even when he was being beaten senseless.
Instinctively, Draco stepped in front of Hermione, acting as a shield to whatever his father might throw her way. She had backed into a wall, the fear evident on her face. His father's lips pulled into a wicked smile, and a malevolent laughter escaped from his throat.
Draco tightened his grip on his wand as he noticed his hand shake slightly.
Lucius gave him a poignant look. "Expelliarmus." In a second, the wand was out of Draco's hand.
A sneer crept across his father's face. He walked over to Draco briskly and held his wand to his son's head. "You might want to get out of the way, son."
Draco didn't respond. He only stood there, motionless, not willing to leave his post in front of Hermione.
"Feeling a bit rebellious, are you? Oh, how your naïveté sickens me. Imperio!"
Draco felt his body fall into a silent stupor. His head became clear, and only somewhere far back in his mind did he hear himself screaming out. He tuned the sound of his voice out, and stood completely relaxed.
"Get out of the way, boy."
Draco heard himself far away screaming to stay put. He didn't listen to it, though, and he felt himself take a step to the side. Hermione now stood completely vulnerable to his father's wrath.
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Hermione stood transfixed, her sole focus on the man in front of her who had now turned his wand from his son onto her. His lips curled into a dastardly sneer. "Crucio."
Hermione screamed out in pain as she felt her body twist into unnatural positions. Her bones popped at the joints, and she was acutely aware of a dislocated shoulder. For minutes, Lucius held her in the air, writhing and distorting, and all of a sudden, he dropped her.
She landed on the ground hard, her head connecting with the hard stone floor. She directed her gaze toward the tall man before her and yelled an obscenity in his direction before she allowed the darkness to triumph over her. (A/n: this sucks this sucks this sucks).
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Hermione awoke in a place she did not recognize. Her head was pounding, her vision was blurred, there was a sharp pain somewhere in the pit of her stomach, and her right arm was completely numb. Where was she? She tried to stand, only to be overcome by a sudden wave of nausea, and fell to the ground gagging and spitting.
She wiped at her eyes trying to be able to see better, and her vision slowly returned to normal. She was in a cell of some sort. The room was no bigger than a large closet, with a small opening at the top of the door with bars over it, allowing air into the tiny enclosed area.
She had never been much of a claustrophobic, but at this moment she was increasingly aware of the tightness of her surroundings, and how stale the air was. Some sort of dust lingered in the air, making it difficult for her to breathe. She gasped for air, only to receive a mouthful of chalky dust. She coughed and tried standing again, feeling a little bit better in the stomach.
She lifted her left hand to the bars on the opening of the door, and pulled herself up as much as it was possible with only one hand and took a breath. It was a bit better, but not much. She strained a little, trying to look through the opening, which was slightly up higher than her line of vision. She saw a fairly large room, most likely a dungeon, and squinted her eyes trying to make out the details of the room, which was slightly dark.
Shadows played against the stone walls of the dungeon, an effect of the dancing candlelight that must be somewhere in the room. There was no sign of anyone at all. She was completely alone. Well, at least, so she thought.
A voice reverberated through the darkness. "So nice to see you up. I dare say, you're looking quite dreadful. Come, you must get cleaned up. I don't want to see you, a mudblood, filthier than you already are. Perhaps we should hose you down. . .or maybe we should just keep you dirty, you are, after all, only a mudblood, no reason for any special treatment in your direction." A loud, conniving cackle filled the room.
The door Hermione had been leaning against suddenly whipped open and she fell hard against the cold damp floor underneath her. Her elbow let out a sickening crack as she hit the floor. 'Great,' she thought, 'a broken elbow AND a dislocated shoulder. . .on the same arm.'
Her eyes watered a little, but she stood nevertheless and faced Lucius bravely, showing her Gryffindor courage. Her knees trembled as the man looked her up and down, and she became extremely aware of how she was dressed. Her school uniform was ripped and hanging off her body in some areas, revealing exposed flesh that she just couldn't hide. Her pleated skirt had a huge rip down the side, exposing the cotton of her undergarments, which were also ripped to a certain extent. What had happened to her while she had been unconscious?
She placed her hands around her body trying to protect herself from being undressed by Lucius with his eyes. He was making her increasingly uncomfortable, and the look that glinted in his eyes made her shudder. He stepped closer to her, and she took a step back. He pointed his wand upward and cried out, "Illuminate!" Candles flashed on all around the room. In a corner, she saw Draco tied to a chair, his eyes wide at the setting around him, letting out a cry that was stifled by the gag in his mouth.
Lucius turned towards his son. "This, my boy, you will watch. No blinking, no moving, just watching. Stupefy!"
Draco was suddenly stiff, but his eyes were still moving, darting between his father and Hermione. They were wide in terror and hate, smoldering with anger as they went onto his father.
Lucius advanced on Hermione, who let out a small shriek as her back hit the wall behind her. She was trapped. Her eyes welled with tears as he stepped right into her. He yanked her arms up and pinned them against the wall, and she yelled in terror as she felt his fingers tracing the soft flesh on her stomach. She looked up at him in horror as he brought his mouth to her neck, and bit it hard, drawing blood.
She heaved the air as his tongue swirled around her neck, leaving sticky trails of saliva along her skin. Tears streamed down her face as she looked to Draco, whose eyes were flashing with anger as he watched his father doing the unthinkable. She gasped in pain as he bit down on the hollow between her shoulder and her neck, leaving a large bruise in its place.
Hermione couldn't move, Lucius had pinned her to the wall so hard. He swiveled his hips into her, and she felt another wave of nausea overcome her as she felt a bulge grinding into her leg.
She let out a strangled cry. "Stop it, stop it, please," she begged.
Lucius simply responded by placing his mouth of hers. She screamed into his mouth, and felt his tongue trying to gain access. She clamped down on it hard. His eyes widened and he pulled away from her.
"Stupid mudblood bitch!" he shouted, muttering a spell to clean up his mouth. He raised his hand and slapped her hard across her face, his knuckles connecting solidly with her cheekbone. Her face instantly began to swell and the tears stung at the corners of her eyes. Draco's eyes narrowed even more.
Lucius pointed to Hermione. "You just made a big mistake, mudblood. Big mistake."
With that, he wrenched her from her spot on the wall and flung her to the ground. He straddled her stomach and clawed at her clothes, ripping them off of her body. She screamed and shrieked from under him, twisting and turning, trying to escape. Her efforts were to no avail, though, and he hastily ripped off the remainder of her clothes.
Tears fell down her cheeks in heavy dollops and her eyes were wide in horror. Lucius muttered a spell to bind her to the floor and he stood to rip off his own clothes. Hermione felt another wave of nausea rise in her as Lucius shoved his member in her face, forcing it into her mouth. She gagged and refused to do anything with it.
Lucius slapped her again and pumped into her mouth. After awhile, he pulled out her mouth and instantly shoved himself into her womanhood. She cried out in pain as she felt herself tear, and she struggled to get out of his grasp. She was hyperventilating by now, her breaths short and deep.
Her fighting wore off as she began giving up, and she instead focused on Draco, whose eyes were watching her in pain and sadness. She kept her focus on Draco as she felt Lucius pump into her more and more, ripping and tearing her in her most sensitive of areas. She never averted her eyes from Draco. They kept on him steadily, as his were on hers, both of them unable to do anything but wait it out, and watch each other.
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Draco watched as his father stole the most valuable thing Hermione had to offer, and his blood boiled at the sight. How he hated the man. He would kill him for taking Hermione. He would murder the bastard. . .as soon as he was able to move, that is.
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A/N: *wide-eyed* What? Don't look at me like that. *takes a step back from all the people looking at me strangely* ok ok ok, so it started out bad, I think, but well, as graphic and violent and nasty and whatever other word you want to add to the list, as it ended, I must say, I like it more than I thought I would. Sorry if I offended anyone in any way. I didn't mean to. That's what came out when I wrote, so don't be angry if you think it's the wrong thing.
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A/N: ok, ok, ok, I had a really long long delay, didn't I? Basically, I had a huge bout of writer's block. Frankly, I don't like how this story is coming along. Hopefully I can change it to be a wee bit better, but I wouldn't expect many more chapters, its almost finished. I think. Ok, well, here goes, Chapter 12. Don't hate me too much if it sucks. Lets just give me a fair chance by saying. . .I warned you.
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Thank you's:
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Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I appreciate it.
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Chapter 12
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Weeks went by, and everything seemed to be going well. Draco and Hermione kept their relationship secret, sneaking kisses and touches when no one was around to notice anything; Harry and Ron were as clueless as always, perhaps even more so, if it were at all possible. Hermione felt as if her life was finally going the way it should go: happily.
Little did anyone know that there was a cruel force out to destroy the two love-struck teens. No one knew about the serpent that stalked the corridors, following Draco silently, mutely. No one saw it slithering around in the shadows, meticulously studying the ways of Draco, how he would glance over at Hermione when he thought no one was watching, how he suddenly seemed more confident in her presence.
The serpent followed Draco on one of his secret rendezvous' with the witch he claimed to love. It watched the two spitefully, as they ran their hands through each other's hair, a fire-like passion burning like embers in the depths of their soul. It watched as their lips collided with such a force that it could have sent a tidal wave over the ocean.
This serpent was no regular serpent. (A/n: obviously. . .gah, this really sucks.) In fact, inside the body of the serpent dwelled the soul of a man, a corrupt and evil man, overflowing with thoughts of revenge and spite. It was the soul of one very angry Lucius Malfoy, well, as close to a soul that man could get.
He watched vigilantly as his son shared the one thing that showed someone how much they cared, a kiss, with a mudblood, a wretched, filthy muggle. Oh, how ashamed he was of his son. He would have to be taught a lesson, no matter how much it hurt him.
~*~
Neither Draco nor Hermione noticed the serpent in the shadows, or how it changed into the form of a man within seconds. They were oblivious to everything except to each other, that is, until they heard the cough.
They quickly jumped away from each other as Draco pulled out his wand pointing it towards the murky shadows in a corner of the darkened room.
"Who's there?"
Instead of a verbal response, they instead watched as a figure stepped out of the shadows at an agonizingly slow pace. Draco swallowed as the figure stepped more into the light. It lifted its head slowly, and Draco's heart wrenched in fear as he stared into the eyes of his father, eyes filled with a fury he had never seen before, even when he was being beaten senseless.
Instinctively, Draco stepped in front of Hermione, acting as a shield to whatever his father might throw her way. She had backed into a wall, the fear evident on her face. His father's lips pulled into a wicked smile, and a malevolent laughter escaped from his throat.
Draco tightened his grip on his wand as he noticed his hand shake slightly.
Lucius gave him a poignant look. "Expelliarmus." In a second, the wand was out of Draco's hand.
A sneer crept across his father's face. He walked over to Draco briskly and held his wand to his son's head. "You might want to get out of the way, son."
Draco didn't respond. He only stood there, motionless, not willing to leave his post in front of Hermione.
"Feeling a bit rebellious, are you? Oh, how your naïveté sickens me. Imperio!"
Draco felt his body fall into a silent stupor. His head became clear, and only somewhere far back in his mind did he hear himself screaming out. He tuned the sound of his voice out, and stood completely relaxed.
"Get out of the way, boy."
Draco heard himself far away screaming to stay put. He didn't listen to it, though, and he felt himself take a step to the side. Hermione now stood completely vulnerable to his father's wrath.
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Hermione stood transfixed, her sole focus on the man in front of her who had now turned his wand from his son onto her. His lips curled into a dastardly sneer. "Crucio."
Hermione screamed out in pain as she felt her body twist into unnatural positions. Her bones popped at the joints, and she was acutely aware of a dislocated shoulder. For minutes, Lucius held her in the air, writhing and distorting, and all of a sudden, he dropped her.
She landed on the ground hard, her head connecting with the hard stone floor. She directed her gaze toward the tall man before her and yelled an obscenity in his direction before she allowed the darkness to triumph over her. (A/n: this sucks this sucks this sucks).
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Hermione awoke in a place she did not recognize. Her head was pounding, her vision was blurred, there was a sharp pain somewhere in the pit of her stomach, and her right arm was completely numb. Where was she? She tried to stand, only to be overcome by a sudden wave of nausea, and fell to the ground gagging and spitting.
She wiped at her eyes trying to be able to see better, and her vision slowly returned to normal. She was in a cell of some sort. The room was no bigger than a large closet, with a small opening at the top of the door with bars over it, allowing air into the tiny enclosed area.
She had never been much of a claustrophobic, but at this moment she was increasingly aware of the tightness of her surroundings, and how stale the air was. Some sort of dust lingered in the air, making it difficult for her to breathe. She gasped for air, only to receive a mouthful of chalky dust. She coughed and tried standing again, feeling a little bit better in the stomach.
She lifted her left hand to the bars on the opening of the door, and pulled herself up as much as it was possible with only one hand and took a breath. It was a bit better, but not much. She strained a little, trying to look through the opening, which was slightly up higher than her line of vision. She saw a fairly large room, most likely a dungeon, and squinted her eyes trying to make out the details of the room, which was slightly dark.
Shadows played against the stone walls of the dungeon, an effect of the dancing candlelight that must be somewhere in the room. There was no sign of anyone at all. She was completely alone. Well, at least, so she thought.
A voice reverberated through the darkness. "So nice to see you up. I dare say, you're looking quite dreadful. Come, you must get cleaned up. I don't want to see you, a mudblood, filthier than you already are. Perhaps we should hose you down. . .or maybe we should just keep you dirty, you are, after all, only a mudblood, no reason for any special treatment in your direction." A loud, conniving cackle filled the room.
The door Hermione had been leaning against suddenly whipped open and she fell hard against the cold damp floor underneath her. Her elbow let out a sickening crack as she hit the floor. 'Great,' she thought, 'a broken elbow AND a dislocated shoulder. . .on the same arm.'
Her eyes watered a little, but she stood nevertheless and faced Lucius bravely, showing her Gryffindor courage. Her knees trembled as the man looked her up and down, and she became extremely aware of how she was dressed. Her school uniform was ripped and hanging off her body in some areas, revealing exposed flesh that she just couldn't hide. Her pleated skirt had a huge rip down the side, exposing the cotton of her undergarments, which were also ripped to a certain extent. What had happened to her while she had been unconscious?
She placed her hands around her body trying to protect herself from being undressed by Lucius with his eyes. He was making her increasingly uncomfortable, and the look that glinted in his eyes made her shudder. He stepped closer to her, and she took a step back. He pointed his wand upward and cried out, "Illuminate!" Candles flashed on all around the room. In a corner, she saw Draco tied to a chair, his eyes wide at the setting around him, letting out a cry that was stifled by the gag in his mouth.
Lucius turned towards his son. "This, my boy, you will watch. No blinking, no moving, just watching. Stupefy!"
Draco was suddenly stiff, but his eyes were still moving, darting between his father and Hermione. They were wide in terror and hate, smoldering with anger as they went onto his father.
Lucius advanced on Hermione, who let out a small shriek as her back hit the wall behind her. She was trapped. Her eyes welled with tears as he stepped right into her. He yanked her arms up and pinned them against the wall, and she yelled in terror as she felt his fingers tracing the soft flesh on her stomach. She looked up at him in horror as he brought his mouth to her neck, and bit it hard, drawing blood.
She heaved the air as his tongue swirled around her neck, leaving sticky trails of saliva along her skin. Tears streamed down her face as she looked to Draco, whose eyes were flashing with anger as he watched his father doing the unthinkable. She gasped in pain as he bit down on the hollow between her shoulder and her neck, leaving a large bruise in its place.
Hermione couldn't move, Lucius had pinned her to the wall so hard. He swiveled his hips into her, and she felt another wave of nausea overcome her as she felt a bulge grinding into her leg.
She let out a strangled cry. "Stop it, stop it, please," she begged.
Lucius simply responded by placing his mouth of hers. She screamed into his mouth, and felt his tongue trying to gain access. She clamped down on it hard. His eyes widened and he pulled away from her.
"Stupid mudblood bitch!" he shouted, muttering a spell to clean up his mouth. He raised his hand and slapped her hard across her face, his knuckles connecting solidly with her cheekbone. Her face instantly began to swell and the tears stung at the corners of her eyes. Draco's eyes narrowed even more.
Lucius pointed to Hermione. "You just made a big mistake, mudblood. Big mistake."
With that, he wrenched her from her spot on the wall and flung her to the ground. He straddled her stomach and clawed at her clothes, ripping them off of her body. She screamed and shrieked from under him, twisting and turning, trying to escape. Her efforts were to no avail, though, and he hastily ripped off the remainder of her clothes.
Tears fell down her cheeks in heavy dollops and her eyes were wide in horror. Lucius muttered a spell to bind her to the floor and he stood to rip off his own clothes. Hermione felt another wave of nausea rise in her as Lucius shoved his member in her face, forcing it into her mouth. She gagged and refused to do anything with it.
Lucius slapped her again and pumped into her mouth. After awhile, he pulled out her mouth and instantly shoved himself into her womanhood. She cried out in pain as she felt herself tear, and she struggled to get out of his grasp. She was hyperventilating by now, her breaths short and deep.
Her fighting wore off as she began giving up, and she instead focused on Draco, whose eyes were watching her in pain and sadness. She kept her focus on Draco as she felt Lucius pump into her more and more, ripping and tearing her in her most sensitive of areas. She never averted her eyes from Draco. They kept on him steadily, as his were on hers, both of them unable to do anything but wait it out, and watch each other.
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Draco watched as his father stole the most valuable thing Hermione had to offer, and his blood boiled at the sight. How he hated the man. He would kill him for taking Hermione. He would murder the bastard. . .as soon as he was able to move, that is.
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A/N: *wide-eyed* What? Don't look at me like that. *takes a step back from all the people looking at me strangely* ok ok ok, so it started out bad, I think, but well, as graphic and violent and nasty and whatever other word you want to add to the list, as it ended, I must say, I like it more than I thought I would. Sorry if I offended anyone in any way. I didn't mean to. That's what came out when I wrote, so don't be angry if you think it's the wrong thing.