Chapter Two: Lucius' Plan
He released her from the curse. Hermione opened her eyes and realized she was on the ground. She felt herself being pulled up roughly.
"Bind her to the tree."
She struggled fiercely and got the Crucio curse again. They held her painfully as she shrieked and twisted around, crying. When the curse was lifted, she could barely breathe, let alone fight the bastards who bound her to the tree that she had been standing in front of. They tied her hands and feet to the tree and bound her chest, torso, and calves to the trunk.
Voldemort walked up to her. His face was contorted in a horrible smirk. She glared at him and lifted her chin defiantly but said nothing. He grabbed her face and squished it so that she was puckering her lips at him. He was holding her face so hard that he was pushing her teeth in, but she didn't flinch.
"Your time's almost up, wench, we'll soon see who you are."
He was quite right, though. And when her one hour was up, she began to feel the change. She watched as her feet and hands grew smaller, her hair became longer, curlier, and brown. Her breasts grew and her black dress became tighter. Her face turned back into its heart shape, her nose shrank to its normal size. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, her eyes were their normal color, chocolate brown. A gasp ran through the circle.
Voldemort looked confused. He raised an eyebrow. "Have we met?"
She sneered at him. "'Tis doubtful, my lord, for I can't see myself being caught with anything as pitiful as you," Hermione spat.
The result of this would have been comical, had the situation not been so serious. Every Death Eater's jaw dropped. The first to recover was Dolohov, who screamed, "You filthy mudblood whore! How dare you insult our lord! You're not fit to lick your blood from his boots!"
Dolohov snapped everyone out of their reverie, and they started shouting very uncolorful words at Hermione. But, Voldemort held up a hand and they were silenced. He drew a long knife out of his robes and cut her bonds. He grabbed her by the hair and threw her on the ground. Pouncing on her, he pinned her to the ground and straddled her. There were whoops and hollers from the circle. "Now, my little whore, who sent you? Answer me, and I may spare you a painful romp and let you live."
She scoffed. "Do you really think I would be here if I cared about my life?"
He shrugged and smiled wickedly down at her. "So be it, then. I could do with a screw." And with that, his hands moved to the slit in her skirt. She watched, terrified, as the long, pale fingertips grazed her thigh, grasped the material of her skirt, found the top of the split in the skirt, and tore. She panicked as more and more of her was exposed to all of these strangers. "Not so brave now, are you?" he asked.
The slit in the dress now reached above her hip, and it was open, revealing her white panties. But, her hands were free, and she said, "How very hypocritical – I have no wand whereas you are fully armed. My, my, aren't you brave." And she brought one of her hands up, made a fist, and knocked the dark lord across the face. It took him by surprise and shut everyone up. Hermione was even surprised at herself. But, she took advantage of his surprise. She hit him again and pushed him off her. She got up and ran for the break in the circle. But, before she could get there, she heard someone call, "IMPEDIMENTA!" and she was thrown on her back. Another moment she heard, "CRUCIO!" and her body was racked with pain again. When she opened her eyes, she was Voldemort standing above her, glowering. He kicked her in the stomach and then in the head. Then, he cast the Crutatious Curse at her already aching body and she screamed, choking on her sobs. Voldemort reached down and picked her up by her neck and slammed her against a tree.
"WHO SENT YOU?" he yelled in her face.
Just then, a cold drawl came from the other end of the clearing. "I believe I know."
Hermione knew who it was before she even looked. Lucius Malfoy walked up to the pair of them, looking very smug.
"Indeed, Lucius? Why haven't you spoken up before now?" Voldemort inquired icily.
"Because, my lord, I did not wish to deprive you of a good time."
Voldemort smiled and looked back at Hermione, his eyes roaming her body. Then, he looked back at Lucius. "Go on."
"My lord, I know this witch to be one of Harry Potter's best friends. She is a fellow Gryffindor, and she has spent the last two summers with him, and it was rumored that Potter and Krum shared her in the fourth year."
"Only narrow-minded fools believe whatever that Skeeter cow prints," Hermione piped up. Malfoy's face flushed. Hermione smirked.
"One day soon, you filth, you will learn to hold your tongue." He turned to Voldemort. "Another fact about our guest here. She is a mudblood."
Hermione saw Voldemort's eyes light up and immediately became apprehensive. But, when he looked into her face, she gave him a defiant look.
"Well," he sneered. "I'll give you points for bravery. A mudblood is our favorite source of entertainment around here – besides muggles, of course."
"Like I said earlier, if I feared for my life, I wouldn't be here."
"So, you don't fear death?"
She sneered at him, laughed in his face. "No, unlike you, I do not fear death."
His hand, which had been resting on her shoulder, moved to her neck again. She gasped as his hand tightened around her neck. He brought his face up close to hers. "I fear nothing," he said. His voice was deadly. If Hermione thought she was scared of them before, she was petrified now. His eyes were boring into hers now, and she felt naked under his stare. His voice was barely a whisper, but Hermione heard every word. He looked like something she had only seen in her nightmares. She whimpered. He heard and smiled.
His hand grabbed her thigh. His eyes flashed. He turned to the circle and said, "What do you say to a bit of fun, boys?" She heard their yells of agreement. Voldemort's hands moved to the split in the top of her dress.
Before he did anything, though, Lucius drawled, "My lord, I believe I know how to solve this problem. In fact, it could be used to our advantage."
"Hurry, Lucius," he hissed. Then, he looked at Hermione and chuckled. "I'm hungry." The circle emitted loud, raucous laughter. They too wanted a show.
"We could use the wench to lure Potter to us," Lucius said.
All froze. The night was quiet. Hermione stopped struggling, Voldemort stopped groping her, and all the Death Eaters were quiet. Lucius saw with satisfaction Hermione's eyes widen in fear. Then, to make it better, and evil smile crept onto Voldemort's face. He said to Lucius, "You are brilliant, my slippery friend. It shall be as you say. Doesn't that sound great, my little slut?" He laughed in her face.
"Get the fuck away from me," she spat.
"Mmm . . . fuck . . . that sounds good." With that, he dragged her down to the dirt. "Now where were we? Ah, yes . . ." His hands reached for the third time that night to the slit in the top of her dress. He grasped either side of the slit with both hands and tore. Loud hoots sounded from the crowd as her curves were exposed. She shivered as the night air blew past her body. She struggled against him, but her efforts were futile. She began to sob. She was a virgin. She would not, could not lose her virginity to this creature. But she would. She had no control over it. He leaned over to her, sneering.
She shrieked, clawing at him, but her merely pressed himself on top of her, pinning her arms down. She bent her knee to try and kick him, but he pushed her legs apart and began exploring the space between her upper thighs. She trembled at his touch. But, he pushed her away, sneering, "You really think I would soil myself? You're a mudblood whore – I'll leave the fucking to others. Give her to your son, Lucius, I'm sure he'll have a lovely time with this new toy."
He dragged her up and shoved her into Lucius, who held her at arms reach, as if afraid of catching a disease. The Death Eaters around them looked disappointed. They had lost out on a show, and Lucius got to take the show dog. But, of course, no one said anything. Lucius grinned at her – Actually, he sadistically sneered at her – and laughed.
"Yes, he will. He's been wanting to catch her alone and give her a good thrashing for quite some time. Thank you, my lord."
Hermione felt a thump on her head and all went black.
He released her from the curse. Hermione opened her eyes and realized she was on the ground. She felt herself being pulled up roughly.
"Bind her to the tree."
She struggled fiercely and got the Crucio curse again. They held her painfully as she shrieked and twisted around, crying. When the curse was lifted, she could barely breathe, let alone fight the bastards who bound her to the tree that she had been standing in front of. They tied her hands and feet to the tree and bound her chest, torso, and calves to the trunk.
Voldemort walked up to her. His face was contorted in a horrible smirk. She glared at him and lifted her chin defiantly but said nothing. He grabbed her face and squished it so that she was puckering her lips at him. He was holding her face so hard that he was pushing her teeth in, but she didn't flinch.
"Your time's almost up, wench, we'll soon see who you are."
He was quite right, though. And when her one hour was up, she began to feel the change. She watched as her feet and hands grew smaller, her hair became longer, curlier, and brown. Her breasts grew and her black dress became tighter. Her face turned back into its heart shape, her nose shrank to its normal size. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, her eyes were their normal color, chocolate brown. A gasp ran through the circle.
Voldemort looked confused. He raised an eyebrow. "Have we met?"
She sneered at him. "'Tis doubtful, my lord, for I can't see myself being caught with anything as pitiful as you," Hermione spat.
The result of this would have been comical, had the situation not been so serious. Every Death Eater's jaw dropped. The first to recover was Dolohov, who screamed, "You filthy mudblood whore! How dare you insult our lord! You're not fit to lick your blood from his boots!"
Dolohov snapped everyone out of their reverie, and they started shouting very uncolorful words at Hermione. But, Voldemort held up a hand and they were silenced. He drew a long knife out of his robes and cut her bonds. He grabbed her by the hair and threw her on the ground. Pouncing on her, he pinned her to the ground and straddled her. There were whoops and hollers from the circle. "Now, my little whore, who sent you? Answer me, and I may spare you a painful romp and let you live."
She scoffed. "Do you really think I would be here if I cared about my life?"
He shrugged and smiled wickedly down at her. "So be it, then. I could do with a screw." And with that, his hands moved to the slit in her skirt. She watched, terrified, as the long, pale fingertips grazed her thigh, grasped the material of her skirt, found the top of the split in the skirt, and tore. She panicked as more and more of her was exposed to all of these strangers. "Not so brave now, are you?" he asked.
The slit in the dress now reached above her hip, and it was open, revealing her white panties. But, her hands were free, and she said, "How very hypocritical – I have no wand whereas you are fully armed. My, my, aren't you brave." And she brought one of her hands up, made a fist, and knocked the dark lord across the face. It took him by surprise and shut everyone up. Hermione was even surprised at herself. But, she took advantage of his surprise. She hit him again and pushed him off her. She got up and ran for the break in the circle. But, before she could get there, she heard someone call, "IMPEDIMENTA!" and she was thrown on her back. Another moment she heard, "CRUCIO!" and her body was racked with pain again. When she opened her eyes, she was Voldemort standing above her, glowering. He kicked her in the stomach and then in the head. Then, he cast the Crutatious Curse at her already aching body and she screamed, choking on her sobs. Voldemort reached down and picked her up by her neck and slammed her against a tree.
"WHO SENT YOU?" he yelled in her face.
Just then, a cold drawl came from the other end of the clearing. "I believe I know."
Hermione knew who it was before she even looked. Lucius Malfoy walked up to the pair of them, looking very smug.
"Indeed, Lucius? Why haven't you spoken up before now?" Voldemort inquired icily.
"Because, my lord, I did not wish to deprive you of a good time."
Voldemort smiled and looked back at Hermione, his eyes roaming her body. Then, he looked back at Lucius. "Go on."
"My lord, I know this witch to be one of Harry Potter's best friends. She is a fellow Gryffindor, and she has spent the last two summers with him, and it was rumored that Potter and Krum shared her in the fourth year."
"Only narrow-minded fools believe whatever that Skeeter cow prints," Hermione piped up. Malfoy's face flushed. Hermione smirked.
"One day soon, you filth, you will learn to hold your tongue." He turned to Voldemort. "Another fact about our guest here. She is a mudblood."
Hermione saw Voldemort's eyes light up and immediately became apprehensive. But, when he looked into her face, she gave him a defiant look.
"Well," he sneered. "I'll give you points for bravery. A mudblood is our favorite source of entertainment around here – besides muggles, of course."
"Like I said earlier, if I feared for my life, I wouldn't be here."
"So, you don't fear death?"
She sneered at him, laughed in his face. "No, unlike you, I do not fear death."
His hand, which had been resting on her shoulder, moved to her neck again. She gasped as his hand tightened around her neck. He brought his face up close to hers. "I fear nothing," he said. His voice was deadly. If Hermione thought she was scared of them before, she was petrified now. His eyes were boring into hers now, and she felt naked under his stare. His voice was barely a whisper, but Hermione heard every word. He looked like something she had only seen in her nightmares. She whimpered. He heard and smiled.
His hand grabbed her thigh. His eyes flashed. He turned to the circle and said, "What do you say to a bit of fun, boys?" She heard their yells of agreement. Voldemort's hands moved to the split in the top of her dress.
Before he did anything, though, Lucius drawled, "My lord, I believe I know how to solve this problem. In fact, it could be used to our advantage."
"Hurry, Lucius," he hissed. Then, he looked at Hermione and chuckled. "I'm hungry." The circle emitted loud, raucous laughter. They too wanted a show.
"We could use the wench to lure Potter to us," Lucius said.
All froze. The night was quiet. Hermione stopped struggling, Voldemort stopped groping her, and all the Death Eaters were quiet. Lucius saw with satisfaction Hermione's eyes widen in fear. Then, to make it better, and evil smile crept onto Voldemort's face. He said to Lucius, "You are brilliant, my slippery friend. It shall be as you say. Doesn't that sound great, my little slut?" He laughed in her face.
"Get the fuck away from me," she spat.
"Mmm . . . fuck . . . that sounds good." With that, he dragged her down to the dirt. "Now where were we? Ah, yes . . ." His hands reached for the third time that night to the slit in the top of her dress. He grasped either side of the slit with both hands and tore. Loud hoots sounded from the crowd as her curves were exposed. She shivered as the night air blew past her body. She struggled against him, but her efforts were futile. She began to sob. She was a virgin. She would not, could not lose her virginity to this creature. But she would. She had no control over it. He leaned over to her, sneering.
She shrieked, clawing at him, but her merely pressed himself on top of her, pinning her arms down. She bent her knee to try and kick him, but he pushed her legs apart and began exploring the space between her upper thighs. She trembled at his touch. But, he pushed her away, sneering, "You really think I would soil myself? You're a mudblood whore – I'll leave the fucking to others. Give her to your son, Lucius, I'm sure he'll have a lovely time with this new toy."
He dragged her up and shoved her into Lucius, who held her at arms reach, as if afraid of catching a disease. The Death Eaters around them looked disappointed. They had lost out on a show, and Lucius got to take the show dog. But, of course, no one said anything. Lucius grinned at her – Actually, he sadistically sneered at her – and laughed.
"Yes, he will. He's been wanting to catch her alone and give her a good thrashing for quite some time. Thank you, my lord."
Hermione felt a thump on her head and all went black.