Tuesday, 11 November, 2003
12:45:29 PM
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SD101:: Hey! It's me, Sweet*D and I'm reporting from a computer in one of the many places of DC! Weather's nice and cool. Anyway here's a fic for ya! Yes, the first one under this name. Lovely, is it not? I have no idea where this will go, but oh well, one has to try!
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The weather was freezing cold, and the winds blew with the force of stampeding elephants. She sat there in a mere white gown, knees pulled in, and staring at the lake. The lake was a pitch black, the moon's reflection the only source of light. The only. Darkness was everywhere, surrounding everyone.
The light had lost, and was at the mercy of dark. Why? Why did it need to be this way. It was unfair...But then, whoever said life was going to be fair? A single tear slipped from her caramel eye, and rolled down her cheek. It was a surprise the tear didn't freeze, it was so cold.
Come, called Voldemort. She rose to her feet, bare, and started her slow walk to the castle. She arrived in the office of the late Dumbledore. Voldemort, along with Wormtail, Lucius, and Draco, looked at her. Only three looked with cold, death stares. One could barely see at all, as he had a cut on one eye and the other blackened.
"You called....Master?"asked Hermione, choking out the last word. How she hated saying that! There were no words as to how much she hated saying it. She tried not to glare at him, as it would surely get her slapped; Voldemort hit like a rhino charging.
"I did. You are being assigned,"said Voldemort. A shiver of fear crept down her back. Assigned to who? Not Lucius, pray God not him. Lucius was brutal towards female slaves. He would hit them for no reason. He raped them, whipped them, cut them. Hermione had a great slash across her thigh from the bastard. Don't let it be Lucius! thought Hermione.
"It isn't,"said Voldemort. Hermione looked surprise for a split second, forgetting about the choker that bound him to her. The choker was silver and black,(go figure) All girls wore it. The boys wore earrings. "It's his son, Draco,"said Voldemort. That was just as bad! Hermione looked at him, and he stared back, a sinister smirk tugging at his lips.
Hermione could've fainted, but she didn't and remained in her cool demeanor. "You are still a virgin, am I correct?" asked Voldemort. With a deep blush, Hermione nodded. It was quite a surprise, but it was true. With all the demanding Death Eaters, and Slytherin boys, you would expect her to have been raped. However, Hermione was not easy.
When someone did try to rape her, they would feel a blinding pain spread through them, and she would escape. This had been reported to Voldemort, but even he didn't know what it could be. There was no possible way she could've preformed magic, she had no wand; none of the slaves did.
"Good. You may take her now Draco,"said Voldemort. Draco nodded, and grabbed Hermione by the arm, and dragged her off to his quarters. He opened the doors and threw her inside. Hermione looked up from her place on the floor. She tried not to show fear, but it wasn't easy. This was the spawn of Lucius Malfoy, his chip of the ol' block. How could she not be afraid?
Draco looked at her before going to his wardrobe. He opened it, and pulled a box off the shelf. It was thin, and medium size in length. The type of box that would hold a tennis bracelet, or any bracelet. He opened it, and took out a ring choker with an emerald dragon on it. He placed it around Hermione's neck, without saying a word. For a second the choker was cool, but then it burned into her, melting in her flesh. Hermione tried not to scream, but it was futile. That thing hurt like mad!
Finally it stopped, and her flesh felt like it had before he placed the choker on her. Hermione looked down at her chest to see no choker, but an emerald dragon, protruding from her chest.
"You're mine now,"whispered Draco.
12:45:29 PM
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SD101:: Hey! It's me, Sweet*D and I'm reporting from a computer in one of the many places of DC! Weather's nice and cool. Anyway here's a fic for ya! Yes, the first one under this name. Lovely, is it not? I have no idea where this will go, but oh well, one has to try!
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The weather was freezing cold, and the winds blew with the force of stampeding elephants. She sat there in a mere white gown, knees pulled in, and staring at the lake. The lake was a pitch black, the moon's reflection the only source of light. The only. Darkness was everywhere, surrounding everyone.
The light had lost, and was at the mercy of dark. Why? Why did it need to be this way. It was unfair...But then, whoever said life was going to be fair? A single tear slipped from her caramel eye, and rolled down her cheek. It was a surprise the tear didn't freeze, it was so cold.
Come, called Voldemort. She rose to her feet, bare, and started her slow walk to the castle. She arrived in the office of the late Dumbledore. Voldemort, along with Wormtail, Lucius, and Draco, looked at her. Only three looked with cold, death stares. One could barely see at all, as he had a cut on one eye and the other blackened.
"You called....Master?"asked Hermione, choking out the last word. How she hated saying that! There were no words as to how much she hated saying it. She tried not to glare at him, as it would surely get her slapped; Voldemort hit like a rhino charging.
"I did. You are being assigned,"said Voldemort. A shiver of fear crept down her back. Assigned to who? Not Lucius, pray God not him. Lucius was brutal towards female slaves. He would hit them for no reason. He raped them, whipped them, cut them. Hermione had a great slash across her thigh from the bastard. Don't let it be Lucius! thought Hermione.
"It isn't,"said Voldemort. Hermione looked surprise for a split second, forgetting about the choker that bound him to her. The choker was silver and black,(go figure) All girls wore it. The boys wore earrings. "It's his son, Draco,"said Voldemort. That was just as bad! Hermione looked at him, and he stared back, a sinister smirk tugging at his lips.
Hermione could've fainted, but she didn't and remained in her cool demeanor. "You are still a virgin, am I correct?" asked Voldemort. With a deep blush, Hermione nodded. It was quite a surprise, but it was true. With all the demanding Death Eaters, and Slytherin boys, you would expect her to have been raped. However, Hermione was not easy.
When someone did try to rape her, they would feel a blinding pain spread through them, and she would escape. This had been reported to Voldemort, but even he didn't know what it could be. There was no possible way she could've preformed magic, she had no wand; none of the slaves did.
"Good. You may take her now Draco,"said Voldemort. Draco nodded, and grabbed Hermione by the arm, and dragged her off to his quarters. He opened the doors and threw her inside. Hermione looked up from her place on the floor. She tried not to show fear, but it wasn't easy. This was the spawn of Lucius Malfoy, his chip of the ol' block. How could she not be afraid?
Draco looked at her before going to his wardrobe. He opened it, and pulled a box off the shelf. It was thin, and medium size in length. The type of box that would hold a tennis bracelet, or any bracelet. He opened it, and took out a ring choker with an emerald dragon on it. He placed it around Hermione's neck, without saying a word. For a second the choker was cool, but then it burned into her, melting in her flesh. Hermione tried not to scream, but it was futile. That thing hurt like mad!
Finally it stopped, and her flesh felt like it had before he placed the choker on her. Hermione looked down at her chest to see no choker, but an emerald dragon, protruding from her chest.
"You're mine now,"whispered Draco.