Hey all, I know I said one shot but too many people have been begging and I don't like to see people beg.... Really I don't. Ok just a little though :D by the way it was originally posted as a sequal but no one read it so I made the executive decision to turn it into a second chatper. (sorry shinigami and thank you for the review.)
This is the second part of a 'fingers crossed' two part series... cause really I'm fond of darkness and evil and all but unless I go back to the start of the year and begin where everything is happy then its just going to be a horrible torture fic. No I am. NOT going to go back to the start...
As always my disclaimer goes something like this. I'm a university student. Ergo I have no money. Ergo if you sue me you will get nothing. All credit for these characters go to J.K Rowling. She's the smart cookie who's making a mint by letting Hollywood produce horrible remakes of her excellent books. If you're a Hollywood producer please don't sue me for that comment. I'm just venting what needs to be said.
A big thanks to everyone who reviewed. Too many to shout out to all of you but there is a special mention to Shinigamiphoenix THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What would I do without you? Everyone else read her stuff its really really good. It's better than good. Sometimes I have to make up new words to describe just how wonderful her stuff is. So read it.
One last thing; if you thought the last chapter was extreme and you were unsure about it then really, don't read this. It got WAY beyond what I originally expected it to be. It is graphic and it is violent. There is also described rape AND massive character death. So please. I beg you don't ruin your fragile little mind. Turn back now before it is too late.
P.s. if these things don't bother you then leave me a review at the end of the chapter.
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This still ain't no fairy tale.
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Life had become a blur for Hermione. She had tried counting days and nights, to keep track of days. Sadly the only light she ever saw was the light from the candles that Draco used to drip hot wax onto her naked skin. The two of them had fallen into a twisted routine where he would storm into her cell in a horrific mood, untie her and kick her around the floor. Tearing skin and breaking bones. Then he'd kneel down and apologise to her, healing her with a tap of his wand.
"This time" she'd think to herself. "This time he's going to help me escape." She lived in constant hope that instead of strapping her into one of the torture devices that littered her cell and rapping her, he would instead offer her his cloak and sneak her from the hell she had become so accustomed to.
She had become his puppet. If he wanted her to scream she had to, no matter how raw her throat was. If he told her to keep quiet while he tortured her and she screamed because the pain was too much things got ugly. Sometimes when delirium set in Hermione would giggle, her mind would slip and she'd think she was back at Hogwarts, snuggled in a corner with Harry. The first time she had giggled, Draco had beaten her senseless and left her bleeding and naked upon the floor. Later he returned with two other members of the dark lords army. They strapped her down on the cold stone floor and raped her into unconsciousness while Draco watched and jeered at her.
Sometimes the healing spells weren't enough. Her wrists stayed bruised when she pulled against the bonds. Her lips stayed swollen from lack of water and being forced to satisfy Draco's endless sexual desired. For the first month she had survived on the tiny amounts of food Draco had allowed her and his cum. At first she gagged at the idea of swallowing. She had throw up what precious food remained in her gut when he first jammed his cock into her mouth. She flinched when he raised his hand to her face after that, but instead of hitting her he stroked her hair as if she were a puppy and told her kindly to try again.
Draco confused and confounded her senses. At times he was a total git to her, trying to break what was left of her will, letting her know what havoc Voldermort had cause and humiliating her with cruel and unusual punishments. But at other times he was loving and gentle. Sometimes he'd give her an affectionate pat on the head if she was doing something that he liked. Other times he'd have a conversation with her, helping to keep her sane. Once he read to her. She couldn't pin him. But no matter how nice he was in those rare moments, he always made up for it.
She wasn't sure how long it had been since she had last seen him. But when Draco opened the door she was more than ready to do 'anything' he asked her too. She was starving and chained to a wall. Draco grinned at her in an impish way, then he winked at her. She looked at him in confusion. He stepped fully into the cell dragging an unconscious form.
"Hey mud blood, thought you'd like some company."
The world fell apart in a single moment. Hermione heard someone screaming, then realised it was her. But with good reason. Draco dragged her new cellmate to the opposite wall and chained him there. Both arms raised above his head. Long red locks of hair covering his bruised face. But even with all the swelling from his obviously broken jaw Hermione could tell exactly who it was. She looked at Draco with wide eyes. He returned her gaze coolly,
"what do you want Mud Blood?" He walked to where she knelt and she lowered her gaze.
"Please... Dra... Sir, can't you heal him?" She didn't dare raise her eyes, afraid of what she might see. A chuckled cause her to look up though. Draco gazed down at her looking happy.
"Sure I can heal him, what are you going to do for me if I heal him for you though?" Hermione pursed her dry and cracked lips, took a look at Ron Weasly hanging across the room for her and gently reached up and began undoing Draco's belt.
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Along time after Draco had left Ron woke up. He looked around the cell trying to get his eyes to focus on something in the semi darkness. They came to rest upon what looked to him like a human form. He blinked.
"Hermione?" A smile brushed his lips, "is that you?" there was a rattling of chains as she started at the sound of his voice. Two blue eyes peeks out from under a bushy mane of hair.
"Ron? Your awake?" She was overjoyed. Ron was awake and he was okay. New ideas flooded through her mind. An escape plan already forming, Ron would help her, they would escape together. She would be free of the tourment and pain that she felt everyday.
"Obviously." Ron's comment hit her like a fist. It was cold and sarcastic. Nothing like the Ron she knew.
"Are you okay?" she was concerned for his welfare.
"Oh yeah... I'm peachy, planning on getting up and going for a walk in a few. You want to come with me?" Not only had Ron become Sarcastic he was also incredibly cynical. Hermione was hurt by his comments. She hadn't spoken to anyone in months except for Draco; she didn't know what to say. She stared blankly at him and it seemed to irritate him more.
"It's nice to see that Malfoy has you trained as his little pet." His voice had taken a cruel edge to it, the words bit into her skin and scared at her fragile heart. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. As Ron began screaming at her for 'sucking off the enemy' Hermione slipped into her dream world.
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Ron opened his eyes and looked around the cell.
"Hermione? Is that you?" The voice was weak but it reached Hermione's ears and she turned to face him. Wiping what tears remained from her face. Ron was here, she had to be strong.
"Ron? Your awake?" she asked cautiously. Knowing that her dreams sometimes seemed real. He smiled at her and nodded. His eyes burning brightly.
"Yeah I'm awake. Are you okay? Everyone's been going crazy looking for you. Harry went nuts when he found out Draco had kidnapped you." This news sent Hermione's heart soaring.
"Harry's alive?" Ron rolled his eyes.
"Sure is. What you think He-who-must-not killed him or something? He took over the order of the phoenix and has had everyone searching for you" As Ron spoke he began moving his wrists around. Hermione squinted to see what he was doing. He had a lock pick in his hand.
"Ron what are you doing?" she lowered her voice so that the guard who was outside couldn't hear. He winked at her. A wink, which was punctuated by the click of the lock, he was picking springing open. He moved closer to her and began undoing the locks on the cuffs that held her. "Let's get out of here hey Hermione?" then he leant forwards and kissed her.
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She crashed back into reality, Ron was actually kissing her. She kicked out at him and caught him in the stomach. Cruel laughter echoed throughout the cell and she realise they were not alone. Draco, his father, voldermort, and a large group of death eaters stood about the cell. Draco had his wand pointed at Ron, who was lying on his back looking at the ceiling.
"Hello Mud Blood." He sneered, "We're here to see the sport. Ron likes sport, don't you Ron?" Draco moved his wand Slightly and Ron sat and nodded his head. Hermione realised that Ron was under the influence of one of the unforgivable curses. She looked at Draco horrified,
"the use of the Imperius curse is punishable by life imprisonment in Azkaban." All the death eaters laughed. Draco laughed with them and motioned to Hermione in an amused fashion.
"Where the fuck do you think you are Mud Blood?"
As this information sunk into Hermiones skull Voldermort whispered into Draco's ear. Draco's grin grew evilly and he motioned to Ron with a wave of his wand.
"Strip her and strap her out." Ron nodded dumbly and moved towards hermione. She scrambled back against the wall.
"Ron please don't do this." She knew how to break Dracos hold over Ron, she just needed to reach him before he lay a hand on her. Before she could say another word a Death Eater close by grabbed her by the hair and forced a ball gag into her mouth. Securing it behind her head and laughing. Ron advanced on her and undid the cuffs that bound her to the wall. She reached out with a hand trying to slap him. To her surprise one hand connected. Ron's head swung to the side. Time slowed down, his head swung back towards her, eyes full of rage. A single fist moved towards her face, hands grabbing at her, faces pushed close to hers as she was half carried half dragged towards the centre of the room. The stone table, so cold on her back. Wet leather straps around her wrists pulled tight. Cold air against her naked skin. Ron, on top of her. His fingers nimbly unbuttoning what remained of her clothes. Pain beyond pain overloading her senses. Words rang out across the room. Followed by a flash of green light. Everything went still. Ron ceased raping her. As Draco had told him to do. Everything reached a new level of peace.
Hermione closed her eyes as the death eaters pulled Ron from her naked body. He was dead. His eyes still open, staring at the world full of lust and control. Draco leaned down to her ear and whispered "I removed the spell before he started fucking you. Everything he did after that, he did because he wanted to." She held back a sob, Draco was lying. She felt his breath brush through her hair. "I just wanted you to know that before I said goodbye." Hermione sought his eyes. She looked deep into him. He was letting her go.
Draco gently removed the ball gag from her mouth and pushed a single finger against her lips. He was prince charming. He had finally proved himself to voldermort. He was helping her escape. In fact as Draco drew the dagger across her throat, bleeding her dry, Hermione's only thought was.
"Here is my prince charming, giving me my happy ending."
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