Hermione was blindfolded once again and led to a carriage outside.
The cold winter night pierced her skin, sending freezing daggers into her
flesh. She shivered uncontrollably from fear and the chill. The cabin
gradually got warmer from the body heat of the two men sitting next to her,
but she still felt as if she'd never be warm again.
The buggy suddenly screeched to a stop, throwing her forward onto the floor. Lucius laughed, a high cold laugh. He ripped of her blindfold.
"Exactly where you should be Mudblood. Groveling at our feet, begging to please us," Lucius sneered. Hermione could tell where his son got it. Lucius looked at her vindictively, a vicious gleam in his eye. Draco, however, opened the door and pulled her outside before his father could think of anything nasty.
"Lucius Malfoy.Glad you have found your way back to me after that Potter landed you in Azkaban," a venomous, terrifying voice hissed. Hermione screamed in fright as she suddenly noticed the tall, hooded figure with red eye slits. She backed up into Draco. Suddenly she fled, sprinting as fast as she could in the opposite direction.
"Crucio!!!" Before Hermione had made it ten feet, a blinding flash of pain hit her. She screamed in agony and fell to the ground. She curled into a ball, wishing she could protect herself from the pain. Lucius and Voldemort laughed evilly, but Draco looked on horrified.
"Stop hurting her.Please, Great Lord! STOP!!" Draco ran towards her. Voldemort lifted the curse, curious but at the same time irate that this boy was meddling. Draco cradled her gently, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear.
"Draco, come to me." Voldemort commanded. Malfoy stood up slowly and turned around, a scared look in his eye. He walked slowly towards the Dark Lord, for once in his life truly frightened of what was about to happen to him.
A scaly black hand wrapped itself tightly around his throat, barely allowing air through. Malfoy gasped in pain, the long dirty nails digging into his neck. HE struggled halfheartedly, knowing there was no escape from his punishment. He braced himself for the pain.
"I am not the one going to do the beating Draco." he said contemptuously. "You will.you will rape her.and beat her. Not kill her, for that would defeat the purpose of bringing her here. But when he hears her screams.he will be mine." Voldemort cackled. "Imperio!!!"
Draco suddenly had no control over his body. He gazed out his eyes, touched with his hands, smelled with his nose. But he did not control it. Voldemort did.
He walked towards Hermione, screaming at himself to stop. He hauled Hermione to her feet by her dress, his muscles flexing unwillingly. With all his strength he struck her a stinging blow to the face. She fell to the ground with a cry, tears streaming down her face. She knew it wasn't his fault. He had tried to save her. She couldn't fight him. Even if she had the strength after her torture she still wouldn't have been able to raise her fists against him.
He beat his fist into her ribs, strangling her with the other. Her ragged sobs shook her body, the pain amplified by the fact that it was against his will. He let go of her neck and she gasped for breath, sucking in huge quantities of oxygen before her lips were smothered with his. He stopped hitting her, and instead pulled out a thin knife that he pressed against her throat, the razor edge just barely cutting into her skin. Draco straddled her hips and leaned forward. He ran his tongue through the thin line of blood, making her whimper in pain.
She threw her head back in agony, trying not to scream. She knew that was what would bring Harry and Ron, she just knew it. She had to keep Harry away from Voldemort.
Draco's hands moved ceaselessly over her body. She willed him to stop, hating Voldemort with all her heart. Draco didn't want to do this to her.she didn't want to do this to Ron and Harry. She pleaded silently, eyes tightly shut.
Draco began to remove her clothing until she lay again in her bra and panties. Her milky skin glowed in the light of the crescent moon, radiating beauty and purity against the deep, passionate red of the lace that bound her. She shivered relentlessly, winter air chilling her to the bone.
Voldemort and Lucius stood watching, taking the spectacle in. Voldemort was past the realm of human pleasure and pain. He felt no arousal, no heat. Lucius on the other hand was very human. He groaned as he felt the pressure building inside of him. He turned away, unable to watch any longer.
Hermione lay upon her discarded clothes, completely nude. Her whole body stiff with cold, she continued to shake. Draco then slowly began to remove his own clothing, fighting furiously against Voldemort. The Dark Lord was strong though; he would not be easily beaten.
Draco now hovered over Hermione, completely nude. His erection pressed into her stomach as he devoured her lips, living for Voldemort what he could not live himself. Voldemort laughed a low wicked laugh. It had been so long.all because of the boy.
He gazed upon the two on the ground, their white bodies creating a picture of eroticism he had never dreamed of. Voldemort could take it no longer. He could feel Draco's body quivering, ready to mesh with hers, despite what the mind told it. Suddenly he plunged, hard and fast, pounding his body into hers. Hermione screamed no longer able to contain the noise, the pain and pleasure and shame was too powerful for her to continue fighting as he poured into her.
Suddenly Ron and Harry were at her side, pulling Draco off her limp body. He convulsed violently as Voldemort left his body. He curled up tightly into a crying ball. They let him go, and instead turned towards Voldemort. He shook with laughter, a terrifying sight. His fanged mouth opened wide, his robes billowed and swayed as he cackled and screamed with evil laughter. His prey had finally come to him.
"Don't fight Harry.he'll kill you.just leave.take Hermione," Draco whimpered.
"No! We're all leaving together! He grabbed them and hoisted them under his arms. "Ron!! Ron, no!!" Ron suddenly ran towards Voldemort, oblivious to everything.
"Go Harry!!! Save yourselves!!! You're much more important to our survival!" He was stopped in his tracks by a deadly flash of green light.
Time seemed to slow down for Harry and Hermione. They tried to run for Ron, but Draco hung on to them fiercely. Grabbing his and Hermione's wands he apparated, bringing the two of them with him.
The buggy suddenly screeched to a stop, throwing her forward onto the floor. Lucius laughed, a high cold laugh. He ripped of her blindfold.
"Exactly where you should be Mudblood. Groveling at our feet, begging to please us," Lucius sneered. Hermione could tell where his son got it. Lucius looked at her vindictively, a vicious gleam in his eye. Draco, however, opened the door and pulled her outside before his father could think of anything nasty.
"Lucius Malfoy.Glad you have found your way back to me after that Potter landed you in Azkaban," a venomous, terrifying voice hissed. Hermione screamed in fright as she suddenly noticed the tall, hooded figure with red eye slits. She backed up into Draco. Suddenly she fled, sprinting as fast as she could in the opposite direction.
"Crucio!!!" Before Hermione had made it ten feet, a blinding flash of pain hit her. She screamed in agony and fell to the ground. She curled into a ball, wishing she could protect herself from the pain. Lucius and Voldemort laughed evilly, but Draco looked on horrified.
"Stop hurting her.Please, Great Lord! STOP!!" Draco ran towards her. Voldemort lifted the curse, curious but at the same time irate that this boy was meddling. Draco cradled her gently, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear.
"Draco, come to me." Voldemort commanded. Malfoy stood up slowly and turned around, a scared look in his eye. He walked slowly towards the Dark Lord, for once in his life truly frightened of what was about to happen to him.
A scaly black hand wrapped itself tightly around his throat, barely allowing air through. Malfoy gasped in pain, the long dirty nails digging into his neck. HE struggled halfheartedly, knowing there was no escape from his punishment. He braced himself for the pain.
"I am not the one going to do the beating Draco." he said contemptuously. "You will.you will rape her.and beat her. Not kill her, for that would defeat the purpose of bringing her here. But when he hears her screams.he will be mine." Voldemort cackled. "Imperio!!!"
Draco suddenly had no control over his body. He gazed out his eyes, touched with his hands, smelled with his nose. But he did not control it. Voldemort did.
He walked towards Hermione, screaming at himself to stop. He hauled Hermione to her feet by her dress, his muscles flexing unwillingly. With all his strength he struck her a stinging blow to the face. She fell to the ground with a cry, tears streaming down her face. She knew it wasn't his fault. He had tried to save her. She couldn't fight him. Even if she had the strength after her torture she still wouldn't have been able to raise her fists against him.
He beat his fist into her ribs, strangling her with the other. Her ragged sobs shook her body, the pain amplified by the fact that it was against his will. He let go of her neck and she gasped for breath, sucking in huge quantities of oxygen before her lips were smothered with his. He stopped hitting her, and instead pulled out a thin knife that he pressed against her throat, the razor edge just barely cutting into her skin. Draco straddled her hips and leaned forward. He ran his tongue through the thin line of blood, making her whimper in pain.
She threw her head back in agony, trying not to scream. She knew that was what would bring Harry and Ron, she just knew it. She had to keep Harry away from Voldemort.
Draco's hands moved ceaselessly over her body. She willed him to stop, hating Voldemort with all her heart. Draco didn't want to do this to her.she didn't want to do this to Ron and Harry. She pleaded silently, eyes tightly shut.
Draco began to remove her clothing until she lay again in her bra and panties. Her milky skin glowed in the light of the crescent moon, radiating beauty and purity against the deep, passionate red of the lace that bound her. She shivered relentlessly, winter air chilling her to the bone.
Voldemort and Lucius stood watching, taking the spectacle in. Voldemort was past the realm of human pleasure and pain. He felt no arousal, no heat. Lucius on the other hand was very human. He groaned as he felt the pressure building inside of him. He turned away, unable to watch any longer.
Hermione lay upon her discarded clothes, completely nude. Her whole body stiff with cold, she continued to shake. Draco then slowly began to remove his own clothing, fighting furiously against Voldemort. The Dark Lord was strong though; he would not be easily beaten.
Draco now hovered over Hermione, completely nude. His erection pressed into her stomach as he devoured her lips, living for Voldemort what he could not live himself. Voldemort laughed a low wicked laugh. It had been so long.all because of the boy.
He gazed upon the two on the ground, their white bodies creating a picture of eroticism he had never dreamed of. Voldemort could take it no longer. He could feel Draco's body quivering, ready to mesh with hers, despite what the mind told it. Suddenly he plunged, hard and fast, pounding his body into hers. Hermione screamed no longer able to contain the noise, the pain and pleasure and shame was too powerful for her to continue fighting as he poured into her.
Suddenly Ron and Harry were at her side, pulling Draco off her limp body. He convulsed violently as Voldemort left his body. He curled up tightly into a crying ball. They let him go, and instead turned towards Voldemort. He shook with laughter, a terrifying sight. His fanged mouth opened wide, his robes billowed and swayed as he cackled and screamed with evil laughter. His prey had finally come to him.
"Don't fight Harry.he'll kill you.just leave.take Hermione," Draco whimpered.
"No! We're all leaving together! He grabbed them and hoisted them under his arms. "Ron!! Ron, no!!" Ron suddenly ran towards Voldemort, oblivious to everything.
"Go Harry!!! Save yourselves!!! You're much more important to our survival!" He was stopped in his tracks by a deadly flash of green light.
Time seemed to slow down for Harry and Hermione. They tried to run for Ron, but Draco hung on to them fiercely. Grabbing his and Hermione's wands he apparated, bringing the two of them with him.
