A/N: I was originally planning on leaving the story as a one shot, but then someone (AHEM, hobo-hobisho) suggested that it seemed unfinished…reading over it again, I didn't necessarily agree, but then I started typing, and this is what happened. I also decided to change the rating because this story now has physical abuse, and will have more. IF READING ABOUT PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ABUSE BOTHERS YOU, GO NO FARTHER. I warn you now: this fic says angst for a reason. It will not be happy, or funny in any way, except maybe for some dark humor. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Chapter 1She struggled against the bonds that held her, but they stayed tight, binding her to the chair. Giving a frustrated scream, she leaned back, only to stare into the face of her captor. Hissing, she moved to kick him, and with a laugh and a flick of his wand he bound her legs, as well.
"Well, well, aren't we the feisty one?" he said, still chuckling slightly, amused both at her attempts at escape and her pathetic move to hurt him.
She growled, and he laughed again. "Yes, I knew you would be feisty." Her captor stooped down, and put his face right into hers. "Tell me," he murmured, his lips brushing hers as he spoke, "how feisty are you in other circumstances?"
Furious at his words and at the implication, she spit into his face, and drew a savage pleasure from the way he recoiled in disgust, wiping her spittle from his face as he did so. Though she tried to stop it, she couldn't help the small smile of bitter amusement that curled her lips.
Seeing this, her captor drew his wand once again, preparing to cause as much damage as possible. Seeing this, she closed her eyes and waited for the pain.
When it didn't come, she slowly opened her eyes to find her captor staring at her. "No", he whispered to himself, putting his wand away, "I don't think so".
She allowed herself one moment of hope that maybe he wouldn't hurt her, and then a flash of white light filled her vision as her head rocked back forcefully, and horrible pain exploded in her jaw. When her vision cleared, she looked up at her captor, who was smiling viciously, and tried to sneer, only her mouth wouldn't cooperate. Her bottom jaw swayed uselessly, and she knew that it had been dislocated.
She glared up at her captor, piling as much hate as she could behind her stare, trying to convey without words how much she despised him. The actual words would hurt too much to say, and besides, he didn't deserve them. So all she could do was glare.
Once again, the man's eyes glittered in amusement, and he told her in a confiding tone, "That felt good. I promised myself years ago that I would do this. Of course, I didn't think that it would take so long. But no matter, better late than never I say. Oh, am I ever going to enjoy this. 'Till tomorrow then."
He turned to leave, but before he could get more than halfway to the door she hissed, "Bastard", hurting herself more in the process but really not caring as her anger took over. Her captor froze, his back rigid, before turning back to her. Once again he leaned close to her face, obviously enjoying the way she recoiled.
"You know, just for that I don't think that I will be coming back tomorrow…maybe a few days with a dislocated jaw and no food will make you realize just who is in charge here." A pause as he looked at her face, and gave her a gentle smile, or one that could be mistaken for gentle if no one noticed the total hate in his eyes. She closed her own eyes helplessly, trying to turn her face away only to be stopped by a strong hand that succeeded in sending more agony through her jaw.
"Yes, I think it just might." And suddenly his mouth was on hers, not gently but harshly, a brutal tongue forcing its way past her lips and into her mouth, plunging savagely. The horrible pain that this bought on, coupled with disgust at what was happening, served to get the girl's gorge to rise. Struggling not to gag, she closed her eyes tighter and prayed for it to be over. Helpless tears leaked from her eyes, and against her will she let out a small whimper of pain.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the kiss was over, and she opened her eyes as her captor pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Rocking back, he stared at her for a minute, before leaning forward and licking her tears off her skin like a kid licks dripping ice cream from his cone. Disgusted, she shuddered, and he pulled away again, smiling gleefully.
"Yum", he said, winking at her. "Your fear tastes delicious." Standing, he once again made his way to the door, calling back over his shoulder as he went, "Until next time, mudblood."
As soon as the door slammed behind him, Hermione Granger turned her head to the side and threw up. Sobbing, she scooted as far away from the mess as she could, then laid her cheek against the cold floor and tried to ignore the pain.
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He paced around the room, waiting, entertaining himself with the memory of what had occurred in the dungeons not five minutes earlier. It had been so sweet, seeing the fear in the mudblood's eyes when he had entered the room, even better when she had attempted to hide that fear under the guise of anger. He had hoped that she wouldn't be easy to break…he needed destroying her to be worth the wait. And it was. Oh, was it ever.
Grinning, he looked into the mirror, and scowled at his reflection. Green eyes glared back at him under a head of hair as black as midnight, scar standing out cruelly against the pale skin. If he had known it would take this long, he would have stayed down there longer, torturing the mudblood as much as he could.
Then, so fast he would have missed it if he hadn't been looking, his eyes changed. Mesmerized, he watched as the hair rapidly shortened and lightened, he grew several inches, and lost some muscle and the need for those disgusting glasses. Lastly, he watched as the scar faded into nothing, and his forehead became smooth and unblemished once again.
Blowing a kiss to his reflection, Draco Malfoy moved away from the mirror, his mind already forming the next round of torture for the weeping girl in the dungeons.
