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A/N: This is the chapter with the semi-descriptive rape in it. Please don't let it scare you away, it will be the only one! Please read and review!
Fate's Hand
Chapter One: The Path I've Been Dealt
I groaned as the morning sunshine burst through my bedroom window. Why the hell is my window facing the east again? Is it a part of the torture that has plagued my life since the day I was born? I am definitely not in a good mood this morning. Last night had been horrible, though I expected nothing less. I received my Hogwarts letter yesterday afternoon, turns out I was appointed Head Boy for the upcoming school year. That's not what ticked my father off. No, it was the fact that Granger is Head Girl. Of course she always has to beat me when it comes to everything except flying.
Of course, because of the reminder of Granger's superior intelligence (not that I'd ever admit it to anyone but myself), father decided to punish me. The hard part about it is that when I finally feel like my body is becoming immune to his means of punishment, it seems that he can sense it and he finds other means of punishment. Last night he was so fed up with me for my immunity, he decided to use Crucio. He only does this when he's in a really foul mood and I still haven't developed any sort of immunity to it. Once he was satisfied with my pain, he removed the curse. His last words to me last night were his usual, "I expect you to live up to the Malfoy name." Then I was dismissed.
I reluctantly stand from my large bed. My muscles are still stiff from the Cruciatus, even though I took a scalding shower last night, so I go take another one.
Granger. She was definitely the center of most of my problems. If she wasn't a damn Mudblood and a Gryffindor, I might actually think differently of her, and her intelligence might come to use. Her intelligence always set father off. The fact that she is best friends with Potter only makes me hate her more. I'm not allowed to let a Mudblood have better grades than me and Potter should be on our side - the dark side - with the Dark Lord. But no, he made that choice that day on the train when he turned down my friendship. Biggest mistake that boy has made yet, and he has made a lot of mistakes, not that anyone acknowledges them. No, Potter is the golden boy, once the savior of the world, always the hero.
Nothing will be able to save him if the Dark Lord keeps gaining power at the rate he has. It's amazing really. But it isn't my worry yet. No, I don't have to worry about the Dark Lord until after I've taken the mark. Even though I'm already of age, as my birthday is June 13, they want to wait until after I'm in school. So over Christmas break I'll be coming home and receiving the mark. I'm actually looking forward to it, in a twisted way. I don't like the idea of submission to another, but if it will give me the power I want, I'll do it.
Father plans to take me to one of the Dark Lord's revels, so that I can get a taste of it before school. I'm looking forward to that. He refuses to tell me everything that goes on, he said that one must learn by seeing. I do know that it won't be pleasant for any Muggles or Mudbloods there.
I look at my hands and see that they are pruning. I've been in the shower too long, so I get out. I will be going to Diagon Alley today to pick up my supplies for the upcoming school year that I am definitely looking forward to the end of.
Not many people are at Diagon Alley, it only being early August. Not many people go out for the joy of it anymore, not with the Dark Lord gaining power. I go into the bookstore to pick up my texts and I see her. Not the person I'd like to see right now, so I try to avoid her. I'm not that lucky. She spots me and glares. Who does she think she is? I glare back at her with the memory of my punishment still fresh in my mind. She stops glaring; she looks as though she's contemplating something. Apparently she's come upon her solution because she walks to me.
"You're Head Boy and I'm Head Girl. I didn't ask for this, though I'm sure Dumbledore will have a field day with our uncomfort. I would like to ask if we can be civil to each other this school year."
I stare at her like she's crazy. She is crazy. Before I can protest, she continues.
"I am not asking for any kind of friendship, no, that would be asking for a miracle. All I'm asking is for us to be civil. No more Mudblood and no more ferret. I'm Granger and you're Malfoy. Can we?"
I look into her eyes. They're a deep brown, like dark chocolate. She's serious as well. She's waiting for me to answer. I smirk at her, just to see her squirm. I've finished my game.
"All right, Granger. I'll see you on September 1st for the meeting."
"Good bye Malfoy."
"Good bye."
She leaves after that and I watch her perplexed. This might actually work out to my advantage.
It's been a week since I went to Diagon Alley, yet Granger still haunts my mind. I gave her my word to be civil with her. We said nothing about our friends. I'll be damned if I am ever civil with Potter. Ok, so maybe I'm lying. I would be civil to Potter if it was in my best interest. Never voluntarily though, never if there was a better way, a way around it. And Weasley, the whole family is a poor excuse of Purebloods. He makes me sick. Anyone with half a mind can see he fancies Granger, but she remains ignorant to the fact. Maybe she does know, but it makes her just as sick as it does me to think of Weasley being with anyone in that manner.
Father is taking me to the revel tonight. I am to be introduced to their ways, as my father so lightly put it. The thought doesn't scare me. It's almost comforting to know that I will see someone else being tortured. Snape will be there, I'm sure of it. This is also a slightly comforting thought. I've always looked up to the man, but how could you not? The way he manages control in his classroom, the power he has. I yearn for that kind of power. Father is calling me; it is time to go.
Father and I apparate. We have gone to a place in which I am familiar. It is one of our larger ballrooms here at Malfoy Manor. Many of the Death Eaters are already here. It appears that the entertainment for the night has yet to arrive. I manage to get a mug of fire whiskey; I'd like to have fun tonight as much as any other. The Dark Lord will not be here tonight. This is good to know, the Death Eaters will be able to have more fun. The Dark Lord always likes to be in control of these things when he is here.
It seems the entertainment has finally arrived. Four girls, probably Muggles. Their hands are bound behind their backs. They are not gagged, the Death Eaters like to hear their victims scream, but they are too scared to scream, to move, to fight. They have tears streaming down their faces, all except one. This one is beautiful, she has chestnut hair that's braided neatly down her back, it reached just above her waist. Her eyes are dark brown, illuminated with fire. She's definitely a fighter, but she will not fight back, she will not do what they want, I can see it in her eyes. She is wearing tight jeans that flare slightly at the bottom and a tight black tank top. She has make-up on, dark eyeliner, dark eye shadow, and dark red lipstick.
They separate the girls, 5 Death Eaters to one girl. I don't get to participate, some choose to sit back and watch. Father is in the group that has the fighter. I watch them. Father must see it in her eyes as well, because he tells her to undress herself. She just stands there defiantly. This does not please father and he backhands her. She falls to the floor, but she does not cower away from him, instead she looks at him defiantly. She's a strong one and she will not be an easy rape. At least she's not fighting back, she might be allowed to live.
"It's not going to be pretty," I hear a voice next to me say. I turn to see who it is, and I'm not surprised to see Snape.
"I know."
"You're father is relentless, she is going to be punished for her defiance."
"I know. It would be better if she did what he wanted."
"Maybe."
I look at him to try to understand what he means. "Why wouldn't it?"
"You may get to see that tonight."
I nod and turn my attention back to the girl. The other Death Eaters are letting father have his fun with her first. She's already stood back up and is looking around the room and her eyes fall upon me. Her expression does not change and she moves her eyes again. I follow them and notice her eyes fall upon Snape. She narrows her eyes just slightly, barely noticeable, then moves her eyes again. Perhaps she knows Snape? I don't know how though, unless she's a witch or squib, but event then, I don't recognize her.
*A/N now would be a good time to skip a bit if you're offended by rape... if you fall into this category, scroll down to my next a/n... *
Father does not like her eyes wandering, so he slaps her again. Her face is red, but she keeps her eyes distant, yet defiant. Father rips her shirt from her. She's not wearing a bra and I feel my cock twitch at the sight of her plump breasts. She makes no reaction, so father pushes her to the floor. Her eyes remain defiant. She will let him have his way with her body, but not her mind.
I know that look in her eyes. I've often had it in mine. She's in that place, not that I can blame her. I go to that place often when father punishes me. That's how I become immune to his punishments, but he knows how to bring me back from that place. He points his wand at her, I expect to hear Crucio, but I don't. I don't know what spell my father used, but her eyes are only on him now. He seems pleased with himself. She's still in that place though.
Father is trying to tease her. He is running his fingers along her body, resting on her breasts, kneading them. Her only reaction is natural, her nipples harden. Father slowly removes her pants, underneath is a thong the color of her lipstick, deep red. Father is teasing her sex, silently hoping to get some sort of reaction from her. She doesn't please him, she stays in that place. Father is getting aggravated, he backhands her and she doesn't react.
Father rips her thong from her body and pulls his own erection from his pants. He doesn't need to hold her down, because she just lays there, still in that place. Father thrusts inside of her. At his entrance, I focus on her eyes. For a split second, I can see in her eyes that she was back from that place, she felt the pain. She is back in that place almost immediately after she leaves it. Father continues to thrust while the other Death Eaters cheer him on. He finally has his release and he removes himself from her. He gives her a bruising kiss before he stands and replaces his now limp cock in his pants. Father nods to the other Death Eaters, signifying that he is done with her. Father comes over to Snape and myself.
*Ok, you can start reading again...*
"Did you enjoy the show old friend?"
"You weren't as cruel as usual, I'm afraid you may be loosing your touch." Snape responds.
"She wasn't there, it wasn't as fun as before. The others will have fun with her though. What about you boy, did you enjoy the show?" Father asks me.
I nod once, still watching her. She is still in that place, she doesn't want to leave it.
"Don't sympathize with her. She is a Muggle, not worthy of your thoughts." Father tells me. I nod again.
Two of the Death Eaters are tired of her and leave her with the other two. One of them leaves, leaving her with only one more to go. She hasn't left that place again. The one that's left is tired of her vacantly defiant eyes and points his wand at her. That's when I hear what I've been expecting. Crucio. She's come back from the place and she screams. I can see it in her eyes, the fear, she knows that she most likely won't make it through the night, but she tries to fight it anyway. She wants to go out a fighter. She is a fighter. Her screams are like music to my ears, though it is lessening. She is fighting the curse like I've never seen it fought before.
They decide to let her go, she probably won't make it though the night, they say. They don't Obliviate her like they did the other girls, they want her to remember. I go to bed tonight, her eyes haunting my dreams.
A/N: This is the chapter with the semi-descriptive rape in it. Please don't let it scare you away, it will be the only one! Please read and review!
Fate's Hand
Chapter One: The Path I've Been Dealt
I groaned as the morning sunshine burst through my bedroom window. Why the hell is my window facing the east again? Is it a part of the torture that has plagued my life since the day I was born? I am definitely not in a good mood this morning. Last night had been horrible, though I expected nothing less. I received my Hogwarts letter yesterday afternoon, turns out I was appointed Head Boy for the upcoming school year. That's not what ticked my father off. No, it was the fact that Granger is Head Girl. Of course she always has to beat me when it comes to everything except flying.
Of course, because of the reminder of Granger's superior intelligence (not that I'd ever admit it to anyone but myself), father decided to punish me. The hard part about it is that when I finally feel like my body is becoming immune to his means of punishment, it seems that he can sense it and he finds other means of punishment. Last night he was so fed up with me for my immunity, he decided to use Crucio. He only does this when he's in a really foul mood and I still haven't developed any sort of immunity to it. Once he was satisfied with my pain, he removed the curse. His last words to me last night were his usual, "I expect you to live up to the Malfoy name." Then I was dismissed.
I reluctantly stand from my large bed. My muscles are still stiff from the Cruciatus, even though I took a scalding shower last night, so I go take another one.
Granger. She was definitely the center of most of my problems. If she wasn't a damn Mudblood and a Gryffindor, I might actually think differently of her, and her intelligence might come to use. Her intelligence always set father off. The fact that she is best friends with Potter only makes me hate her more. I'm not allowed to let a Mudblood have better grades than me and Potter should be on our side - the dark side - with the Dark Lord. But no, he made that choice that day on the train when he turned down my friendship. Biggest mistake that boy has made yet, and he has made a lot of mistakes, not that anyone acknowledges them. No, Potter is the golden boy, once the savior of the world, always the hero.
Nothing will be able to save him if the Dark Lord keeps gaining power at the rate he has. It's amazing really. But it isn't my worry yet. No, I don't have to worry about the Dark Lord until after I've taken the mark. Even though I'm already of age, as my birthday is June 13, they want to wait until after I'm in school. So over Christmas break I'll be coming home and receiving the mark. I'm actually looking forward to it, in a twisted way. I don't like the idea of submission to another, but if it will give me the power I want, I'll do it.
Father plans to take me to one of the Dark Lord's revels, so that I can get a taste of it before school. I'm looking forward to that. He refuses to tell me everything that goes on, he said that one must learn by seeing. I do know that it won't be pleasant for any Muggles or Mudbloods there.
I look at my hands and see that they are pruning. I've been in the shower too long, so I get out. I will be going to Diagon Alley today to pick up my supplies for the upcoming school year that I am definitely looking forward to the end of.
Not many people are at Diagon Alley, it only being early August. Not many people go out for the joy of it anymore, not with the Dark Lord gaining power. I go into the bookstore to pick up my texts and I see her. Not the person I'd like to see right now, so I try to avoid her. I'm not that lucky. She spots me and glares. Who does she think she is? I glare back at her with the memory of my punishment still fresh in my mind. She stops glaring; she looks as though she's contemplating something. Apparently she's come upon her solution because she walks to me.
"You're Head Boy and I'm Head Girl. I didn't ask for this, though I'm sure Dumbledore will have a field day with our uncomfort. I would like to ask if we can be civil to each other this school year."
I stare at her like she's crazy. She is crazy. Before I can protest, she continues.
"I am not asking for any kind of friendship, no, that would be asking for a miracle. All I'm asking is for us to be civil. No more Mudblood and no more ferret. I'm Granger and you're Malfoy. Can we?"
I look into her eyes. They're a deep brown, like dark chocolate. She's serious as well. She's waiting for me to answer. I smirk at her, just to see her squirm. I've finished my game.
"All right, Granger. I'll see you on September 1st for the meeting."
"Good bye Malfoy."
"Good bye."
She leaves after that and I watch her perplexed. This might actually work out to my advantage.
It's been a week since I went to Diagon Alley, yet Granger still haunts my mind. I gave her my word to be civil with her. We said nothing about our friends. I'll be damned if I am ever civil with Potter. Ok, so maybe I'm lying. I would be civil to Potter if it was in my best interest. Never voluntarily though, never if there was a better way, a way around it. And Weasley, the whole family is a poor excuse of Purebloods. He makes me sick. Anyone with half a mind can see he fancies Granger, but she remains ignorant to the fact. Maybe she does know, but it makes her just as sick as it does me to think of Weasley being with anyone in that manner.
Father is taking me to the revel tonight. I am to be introduced to their ways, as my father so lightly put it. The thought doesn't scare me. It's almost comforting to know that I will see someone else being tortured. Snape will be there, I'm sure of it. This is also a slightly comforting thought. I've always looked up to the man, but how could you not? The way he manages control in his classroom, the power he has. I yearn for that kind of power. Father is calling me; it is time to go.
Father and I apparate. We have gone to a place in which I am familiar. It is one of our larger ballrooms here at Malfoy Manor. Many of the Death Eaters are already here. It appears that the entertainment for the night has yet to arrive. I manage to get a mug of fire whiskey; I'd like to have fun tonight as much as any other. The Dark Lord will not be here tonight. This is good to know, the Death Eaters will be able to have more fun. The Dark Lord always likes to be in control of these things when he is here.
It seems the entertainment has finally arrived. Four girls, probably Muggles. Their hands are bound behind their backs. They are not gagged, the Death Eaters like to hear their victims scream, but they are too scared to scream, to move, to fight. They have tears streaming down their faces, all except one. This one is beautiful, she has chestnut hair that's braided neatly down her back, it reached just above her waist. Her eyes are dark brown, illuminated with fire. She's definitely a fighter, but she will not fight back, she will not do what they want, I can see it in her eyes. She is wearing tight jeans that flare slightly at the bottom and a tight black tank top. She has make-up on, dark eyeliner, dark eye shadow, and dark red lipstick.
They separate the girls, 5 Death Eaters to one girl. I don't get to participate, some choose to sit back and watch. Father is in the group that has the fighter. I watch them. Father must see it in her eyes as well, because he tells her to undress herself. She just stands there defiantly. This does not please father and he backhands her. She falls to the floor, but she does not cower away from him, instead she looks at him defiantly. She's a strong one and she will not be an easy rape. At least she's not fighting back, she might be allowed to live.
"It's not going to be pretty," I hear a voice next to me say. I turn to see who it is, and I'm not surprised to see Snape.
"I know."
"You're father is relentless, she is going to be punished for her defiance."
"I know. It would be better if she did what he wanted."
"Maybe."
I look at him to try to understand what he means. "Why wouldn't it?"
"You may get to see that tonight."
I nod and turn my attention back to the girl. The other Death Eaters are letting father have his fun with her first. She's already stood back up and is looking around the room and her eyes fall upon me. Her expression does not change and she moves her eyes again. I follow them and notice her eyes fall upon Snape. She narrows her eyes just slightly, barely noticeable, then moves her eyes again. Perhaps she knows Snape? I don't know how though, unless she's a witch or squib, but event then, I don't recognize her.
*A/N now would be a good time to skip a bit if you're offended by rape... if you fall into this category, scroll down to my next a/n... *
Father does not like her eyes wandering, so he slaps her again. Her face is red, but she keeps her eyes distant, yet defiant. Father rips her shirt from her. She's not wearing a bra and I feel my cock twitch at the sight of her plump breasts. She makes no reaction, so father pushes her to the floor. Her eyes remain defiant. She will let him have his way with her body, but not her mind.
I know that look in her eyes. I've often had it in mine. She's in that place, not that I can blame her. I go to that place often when father punishes me. That's how I become immune to his punishments, but he knows how to bring me back from that place. He points his wand at her, I expect to hear Crucio, but I don't. I don't know what spell my father used, but her eyes are only on him now. He seems pleased with himself. She's still in that place though.
Father is trying to tease her. He is running his fingers along her body, resting on her breasts, kneading them. Her only reaction is natural, her nipples harden. Father slowly removes her pants, underneath is a thong the color of her lipstick, deep red. Father is teasing her sex, silently hoping to get some sort of reaction from her. She doesn't please him, she stays in that place. Father is getting aggravated, he backhands her and she doesn't react.
Father rips her thong from her body and pulls his own erection from his pants. He doesn't need to hold her down, because she just lays there, still in that place. Father thrusts inside of her. At his entrance, I focus on her eyes. For a split second, I can see in her eyes that she was back from that place, she felt the pain. She is back in that place almost immediately after she leaves it. Father continues to thrust while the other Death Eaters cheer him on. He finally has his release and he removes himself from her. He gives her a bruising kiss before he stands and replaces his now limp cock in his pants. Father nods to the other Death Eaters, signifying that he is done with her. Father comes over to Snape and myself.
*Ok, you can start reading again...*
"Did you enjoy the show old friend?"
"You weren't as cruel as usual, I'm afraid you may be loosing your touch." Snape responds.
"She wasn't there, it wasn't as fun as before. The others will have fun with her though. What about you boy, did you enjoy the show?" Father asks me.
I nod once, still watching her. She is still in that place, she doesn't want to leave it.
"Don't sympathize with her. She is a Muggle, not worthy of your thoughts." Father tells me. I nod again.
Two of the Death Eaters are tired of her and leave her with the other two. One of them leaves, leaving her with only one more to go. She hasn't left that place again. The one that's left is tired of her vacantly defiant eyes and points his wand at her. That's when I hear what I've been expecting. Crucio. She's come back from the place and she screams. I can see it in her eyes, the fear, she knows that she most likely won't make it through the night, but she tries to fight it anyway. She wants to go out a fighter. She is a fighter. Her screams are like music to my ears, though it is lessening. She is fighting the curse like I've never seen it fought before.
They decide to let her go, she probably won't make it though the night, they say. They don't Obliviate her like they did the other girls, they want her to remember. I go to bed tonight, her eyes haunting my dreams.