(A/N: Thank you my dearest and loveliest reviewers! You really motivated
me for this chapter, I'm sorry about the Cliffie on the last one but it was
a good place for the story to break! Oh and to those who think my portrayl
of Hermione is a bit messed up then yea it is because the girl was just
RAPED after all)
Disclaimer- I own nothing!!!!
Chapter 3
Hermione stared at him eyes wide with fear she scrambled into the corner not able to scream as he quietly shut the door behind him. He leaned against the door and stared at her a grin on his face.
"Such an obedient little pet." He purred softly, "they wouldn't be to happy with you if they found out about us." He said walking up to her
"Go away...please please go away." She whispered shaking furiously.
"Now why would I want to do that? It was so hard just sitting there and watching you...not being able to touch you..." He reached out a hand and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes before sighing sadly, "this however is neither the time nor place, damn Order members." He muttered before giving her a hard and brutal kiss, "but never fear pet I'll be back..." With that and a loud crack he disapparated. Hermione was shaking furiously. She clammored over to the bath room and threw up. Standing slowly she stumbled towards her bed and wrapped the covers around herself and cried more then she had before. God why was he after HER why HER. What had she done wrong? Why was she being punished like this? Why did he want HER the mudblood he hated WHY? Inside her head she heard a piece of advice her mother had once given her *What happens happens and we have to go through it head held high, we can't change the past Hermione, but we can put it behind us and get on with our lives* she sniffed and wondered How can I go on? How can I go on after rape mother? All the pain...he's still here...he's everywhere...in the air...in the walls...slowly she began to cry herself into a fitful sleep.
Lucius sat down alone in his study and poured himself a glass of brandy taking a sip as he flipped through the papers on his desk. He had joined Severus to spy on Dumbledore and those twits for his master, it had taken a lot of convincing. More time and energy then Lucius liked to put into things but the reward was beginning to become very sweet indeed. Slowly he picked up a picture of the mudblood. She was sitting down with Potter and Weasley by the lake smiling and laughing...looking happy. He lowered the photo and took another sip. Why did he want her? Why did he need her so much? He had hoped that after the previous night his cravings would leave him. But they were still raging. When he had seen her, covered with his marks he had to fight the intense urge to grab her and take her again. Then seeing her alone and scared in her bedroom had increased that temptation. In fact he was amazed with his own patience. Slowly he lowered the glass his eyes darkening with anger. How DARE that little whore clutch Potter and that Weasley brat and be disgusted by HIM? That little mudblood whore! Standing he threw the glass of brandy into the fire seething. Something about the broken glass and spilt liquid brought him back to his senses. He needed a woman...more specifically he needed HER. Sitting back down he removed a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write his letter a grin on his face. All he needed was a little patience and that girl would either be his by her own choice or he'd simply use the Imperius Curse.
(A/N: Odd and not as dramatic chapter but it had to happen. Oh and about Lucius yes I know he seems to be acting a bit calm for an overly obsessed stalker but that's how he works, he's subtle and manipulative, he's willing to bide his time FOR NOW. And another warning I must warn you that there will probably be some more scenes of rape. This is not one of those stories where it only happens once and then everyone saves the girl and everything go's all happily ever after, this is dark and very angsty so if what I've wrotten so far has given you a queasy stomach the back button would do you good.)
Disclaimer- I own nothing!!!!
Chapter 3
Hermione stared at him eyes wide with fear she scrambled into the corner not able to scream as he quietly shut the door behind him. He leaned against the door and stared at her a grin on his face.
"Such an obedient little pet." He purred softly, "they wouldn't be to happy with you if they found out about us." He said walking up to her
"Go away...please please go away." She whispered shaking furiously.
"Now why would I want to do that? It was so hard just sitting there and watching you...not being able to touch you..." He reached out a hand and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes before sighing sadly, "this however is neither the time nor place, damn Order members." He muttered before giving her a hard and brutal kiss, "but never fear pet I'll be back..." With that and a loud crack he disapparated. Hermione was shaking furiously. She clammored over to the bath room and threw up. Standing slowly she stumbled towards her bed and wrapped the covers around herself and cried more then she had before. God why was he after HER why HER. What had she done wrong? Why was she being punished like this? Why did he want HER the mudblood he hated WHY? Inside her head she heard a piece of advice her mother had once given her *What happens happens and we have to go through it head held high, we can't change the past Hermione, but we can put it behind us and get on with our lives* she sniffed and wondered How can I go on? How can I go on after rape mother? All the pain...he's still here...he's everywhere...in the air...in the walls...slowly she began to cry herself into a fitful sleep.
Lucius sat down alone in his study and poured himself a glass of brandy taking a sip as he flipped through the papers on his desk. He had joined Severus to spy on Dumbledore and those twits for his master, it had taken a lot of convincing. More time and energy then Lucius liked to put into things but the reward was beginning to become very sweet indeed. Slowly he picked up a picture of the mudblood. She was sitting down with Potter and Weasley by the lake smiling and laughing...looking happy. He lowered the photo and took another sip. Why did he want her? Why did he need her so much? He had hoped that after the previous night his cravings would leave him. But they were still raging. When he had seen her, covered with his marks he had to fight the intense urge to grab her and take her again. Then seeing her alone and scared in her bedroom had increased that temptation. In fact he was amazed with his own patience. Slowly he lowered the glass his eyes darkening with anger. How DARE that little whore clutch Potter and that Weasley brat and be disgusted by HIM? That little mudblood whore! Standing he threw the glass of brandy into the fire seething. Something about the broken glass and spilt liquid brought him back to his senses. He needed a woman...more specifically he needed HER. Sitting back down he removed a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write his letter a grin on his face. All he needed was a little patience and that girl would either be his by her own choice or he'd simply use the Imperius Curse.
(A/N: Odd and not as dramatic chapter but it had to happen. Oh and about Lucius yes I know he seems to be acting a bit calm for an overly obsessed stalker but that's how he works, he's subtle and manipulative, he's willing to bide his time FOR NOW. And another warning I must warn you that there will probably be some more scenes of rape. This is not one of those stories where it only happens once and then everyone saves the girl and everything go's all happily ever after, this is dark and very angsty so if what I've wrotten so far has given you a queasy stomach the back button would do you good.)