Author's Note: I've decided to put a warning before this Chapter. As I
said a few Chapters ago, this is getting darker now and there are a few
disturbing Chapters in from now on. This is one of them. There's some
quite strong S+M in this Chapter that has been inserted for narrative
development, however I understand that this form of sexual activity may
offend some people, if you are offended by such things and do decide to
continue reading then please don't criticise it or complain about it-you
chose to read it. If you are offended by S+M and don't want to read this
Chapter then scroll to the end and there's a very brief synopsis there. I
promise it won't get any more disturbing than this.
Thank you for all your great reviews, you're all fab. Please keep reviewing as I love reading them.
Please don't hate me for this Chapter, I know it might not appeal to some of you, like I said above, and if it doesn't please don't have a go at me...don't worry though, no-one dies.
Chapter 12-Keeping it in the Family
It was the first week of December and the fiery leaves that autumn had brought were now taken away by the harsh conditions of winter; Icy fingers hung from the branches of the Whomping Willow, glittering and glistening in the cold sun. The grounds crunched underfoot and the lake was frozen over so frequently that Hagrid was often seen early in the morning hacking at it with an ice pick so the Giant Squid could swim lazily across the surface in the new cool environment.
It was Friday night and Draco was making his was back to his rooms after a very long, hard day-Snape had been in a foul mood and had taken it out on everyone, including his own house. Then Draco had been called to attend a meeting to discuss the Yule ball where he had subsequently discovered that the prefect had well and truly screwed everything up, meaning that what should have been the last meeting wasn't and that he now had to attend another of those irritating gatherings. By the time even half of the mistakes had been corrected Draco had been late for Quidditch practice which had gone awfully wrong because of his bad mood.
He gratefully opened the door to his rooms, fully ready for a hot shower and a private meal. However in his rooms he found Hermione curled up in one of the chairs; she looked up from the notes she was reading and took off her glasses.
"You look sexy in those you know." Draco remarked, flashing her a sexy, lopsided smile and clambering out of his robes into black, baggy jeans and a black t-shirt. "You should wear them more often."
"They make me look like a geek; that's why I never wear them."
"So why not fix them with magic?!"
"Mum and Dad would go mad-it's not really worth the hassle. Maybe I will one day."
"When you're not living at home?!"
"I guess."
"'Mi?!" Draco ventured, dreading the response, "What are you going to do after Hogwarts?!"
"University." She replied immediately, "I want to make sure I get everything out of my power that I can."
"Oh." Was the only response Draco could muster. He abruptly changed the conversation and threw himself onto the couch; "What are you doing here anyway?! I was looking forward to a nice, hot shower after the day I've had."
"We need to talk about the Yule ball." Hermione responded, once again returning to her notes.
"No we don't," Draco responded smugly, "I sorted it all out before."
"You sorted out the few screw ups that the prefects made, but food and decorations haven't even been looked at-I can't believe we've allowed ourselves to be this disorganised; everything's going to be so last minute- I blame you, you know." She smirked, eyeing him mischievously.
"Is that so?!" He grinned, pulling her from the chair and into his own lap. He kissed her passionately and she melted in his arms. The moment didn't last though; she soon pulled herself off him and returned to the chair.
"I wasn't joking-I do blame you." But the smile remained on her face as she continued. "Now, come on; something needs to be organised. Food and decorations?!"
"Christmas dinner, trees and sparkles." Draco scowled, annoyed that his fun had been spoiled.
"Be serious." Hermione snapped.
"'Mi, I honestly could not care less if everyone ate coal and the hall was decorated with sheep; I'm tired and just want to relax."
"Stop being selfish. You wanted to be Head Boy so you put the work in."
"I've been putting work in all bloody day." Draco protested him, but all he received was an angry glare from Hermione.
"Fine." He sulked.
"Good," Hermione responded, "now I thought..." but she was cut off by a large, black raven sweeping through Draco's open window. It flew elegantly down and landed on Hermione's lap, dropping the letter it carried into her open hand. She thanked the raven and it flew off. Hermione opened the letter and Draco watched her eyes widen as she read the letter.
"What's wrong 'Mi?!" Draco asked.
Hermione thrust the letter into his hand, transfigured her clothes into PVC bra and mini-skirt and stilettos, then she gave Draco a quick kiss on the cheek and used his floo powder tot ravel to Malfoy Manor.
Draco read the letter;
My Dear Raven,
I wish to enjoy your company tonight and yours alone. You will travel to Malfoy Manor as soon as this letter reaches you. Your Lord
Draco was concerned-what did Voldemort want with Hermione alone?! His concerns were heightened further when he noticed that Hermione's wand still lay on the table.
There was nothing for him to do except wait for Hermione's return.
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The clock chimed two and Hermione's slender form emerged from the dying embers of the fire in Draco's rooms. Draco, hearing the movement awoke from the gentle sleep in which he had found himself. He rolled over to look at her; she was shaking and crying, her head lowered and shrouded in shadow.
"What is it?!" Draco gasped, rising from the couch, "What's wrong?!"
"Oh Draco, it was awful." Hermione sobbed, collapsing into his arms.
"Ssh." He responded, holding her close and rocking her like a young child, "It's over now. It's OK."
"It'll never be over." She whispered, clinging to the cloth of his t- shirt.
Draco didn't respond; he didn't know how to as he had no idea what she was talking about. Instead he held her for many minutes, and as he did so he looked her over, noticing many small bruises and bite marks sprinkled over her slim frame.
"Gods Hermione, what did they do to you?!"
Her sobs died down and she pulled away from his embrace, wiping her eyes and smudging her eyeliner as she did so.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?!" Draco ventured.
Hermione sniffed and began to tell him the events of that evening;
"I turned up at the Manor, like he wanted, and your Dad was there too...as well as Voldemort. There were no other Death Eaters, no muggles; just me and them. We had a few drinks then..."
Hermione's voice was shaking and Draco suddenly became aware of a change in the room; the air was beginning to hum with the voices of he had heard only once before, voices not meant for mortals ears, and Hermione was beginning to glow a deep crimson as it had before. What the hell was happening?! None of this had happened since their first revel.
Draco didn't have to wait long to find out the answer to his question; Hermione, looking scared took hold of his hand, silently asking for the comfort he could not give. The room and Hermione began to melt away and Draco tried to call out but no sound would escape his throat. His colour was fading; he was a shadow, falling through space and time. His breath caught in his throat as he whirled around and around, past violent colours and laughing faces, looming out of the darkness. He assumed they were faces, although he could not be sure, for their beauty was so great that it hurt to look at them for any length of time, and he only passed them briefly.
Draco landed with a thud in a high-backed, green leather armchair in the Smoking Room of Malfoy Manor. Opposite him, Hermione sat between Voldemort and his father.
It took Draco a short while to guess what had happened; it seemed to him that Hermione had somehow sent him into her memory...without the use of a pensieve. How she had done this Draco didn't know, nor did he care to hazard a guess at this new presentation of Hermione's power. He decided to see if he was a memory; he waved his hand around a shouted a bit but three figures opposite him remained in their conversation. Draco decided the best thing he could do was to sit back and watch the Hermione's memory unfold;
She was obviously trying to relax although she appeared to be having difficulty presenting herself in any form of ease whilst positioned between the two cruel wizards. She sat elegantly composed, straight backed with her long legs crossed, her black coal curls flowing over her shoulders. She gracefully held a goblet of deep red wine, which she now sipped from.
Lucius had one of his arms resting around her shoulders; he was placing little bites and nibbles on the nape of her neck and on her shoulder. Hermione flinched slightly at each one but remained her sexy, sultry, evil Death Eater self, casually twirling his long ice blonde hair around one of her long fingers. All the while she stared at Voldemort as he traced a long, white finger up and down the smooth skin of her thigh. Fuming, Draco tuned into what was being said;
"My dear Raven," Voldemort was purring, "you really are a thing of most exquisite beauty, wouldn't you agree Lucius?!"
"Mmmm." Came the satisfied response of Malfoy Senior as he nuzzled into Hermione's neck, biting her ear.
"Thank you My Lord." Hermione responded, her voice low and sexy, "I am glad you enjoy my company as I do yours."
"Indeed, I enjoy your...'company' very much."
Draco watched furiously as his Father began to caress Hermione's breasts and Voldemort forced Hermione's legs apart and entertained her sex with his fingers. For a split second, that neither Voldemort nor Lucius saw, Hermione's eyes widened with shock and panic, then as she remembered her place she let her head fall into Lucius' neck and allowed a small moan to escape her lips.
Draco wondered what would happen if his Mother were to enter the room- Narcissa Malfoy was not one to take kindly to adultery and he was certain that heads would roll if she were to she her 'loving' husband in such a compromising position with a muggleborn. He then remembered though that his Mother had been 'conveniently' sent to Egypt by Voldemort, to work on overseas relations
Lucius then proceeded to unclasp the PVC bra that barely contained her ample breasts, and continue to bite his way towards the newly exposed nipple, tracing a path with his teeth and tongue. Once he reached the peaked flesh he bit down hardly and Hermione groaned loudly, although Draco noticed her bite her lip and screw her eyes shut in pain. Blood oozed slowly from the puncture that had been made in her tender skin, and Lucius captured it with his tongue, while fondling her other breast.
At the same time Voldemort had moved off the couch where he had been sat. He was now in-between Hermione's legs, his face enjoying her sex, his hands grasping underneath at her perfect, round backside. Hermione's moans became louder as, gradually between them, Lucius and Voldemort took her to the peak of pleasure.
Voldemort rose from his position on the floor, and held out a hand to Hermione, who took it and elegantly rose from the couch. Lucius followed, grabbing a cigar and lighting it on the way. Draco followed them, he knew what was coming next and the mere thought of it made his blood boil so much he would have gladly decapitated his Father and Voldemort on the spot, evil Lords or not.
Draco's guess had been correct and he followed the three into the master bedroom-a huge and sophisticated room with a large black four poster bed, covered in black, silver and green cushions, pillows and silk sheets. Draco watched as Voldemort gestured for Hermione to lie on the bed, she did so and Lucius and Voldemort followed. They continued to caress and undress her until she orgasmed again and was completely naked, lying amongst soft silks and rich velvets.
Draco was fuming; they weren't only about to have sex with HIS girlfriend, not only that, they were physically abusing her in the process. Both men remained robed and it looked as if Voldemort was going to take his turn first; he forcefully rammed himself into Hermione and she moaned loudly, her eyes screwed tightly shut, as he pumped her again and again. She moved to wrap her arms around Voldemort, supporting herself, but Lucius stopped her by pinning her arms down. It didn't stop there: Horrified, Draco watched as his father removed his own appendage from his robes and pushed it down Hermione's throat, forcing her small passage to take as much as it could and causing her to gaga n the process.
Together they worked her small frame until Voldemort and then Lucius peaked inside her. They rolled off her, one on either side, and began to play with her body once more. This time Lucius worked her lower half, inserting two fingers before lowering his mouth to the tender, exposed nub. Draco felt sick-his FATHER was going down on his GIRLFRIEND.
But it didn't stop, Voldemort was fondling Hermione's large bosom, pulling and kneading them to his liking. He then began to work her nipples, imitating Lucius' earlier movements he pinched and bit them, until eventually he drew blood. He coated a long finger in it and smeared the viscous goo over her silky skin, sketching ancient patterns and symbols. Draco, having been brought up in a household filled with Dark Magic was able to translate what was now written across his girlfriend's stomach;
"Raven of Dark Beauty, Goddess of Night."
Lucius and Voldemort brought Hermione to her peak once again and as they did so Lucius reached for the cigar he had brought up, it was still lit, and Draco stared, disgusted, as his Father brought the hot tip down onto the soft flesh just above Hermione's right breast. She screamed before collapsing onto the bed, eyes shut, and the two wizards smiled at her response.
"My friend, I believe it is time for you to sample the goods that our dear Raven has to offer." Voldemort whispered to Lucius, who gave a cold smile before turning Hermione on her hands and knees and roughly entering her. Each hard inward thrust from Lucius produced a whimper from Hermione.
This time Voldemort did not enter any of Hermione's openings. Instead he lay alongside Hermione and Lucius, one of his hands caressing Hermione's breasts, the other stroking himself. Draco felt sick as he watched his Father peak inside his girlfriend, and Voldemort stopped stroking himself. He and Lucius crawled off the bed. It was one O'clock.
"My Raven," Voldemort said, "You should rest. The house elf will bring you refreshment then you may go." He kissed Hermione's hand as she clutched the covers around her sore, naked body, "Myself and Lucius must take our leave as we have many important affairs to discuss." Again he kissed her hand as though he were a gentleman bidding farewell at the end of a date, "Goodbye my Raven." He whispered, and he and Lucius apparated.
Hermione curled up into small ball, clutching herself as she cried into he soft pillows. One of the Malfoy's House-elves appeared in the room, leaving a tray of fine food and a goblet of red wine resting on the table next to the bed. The House-elf did not disturb the distraught witch; on her master's orders.
Draco moved from his chair and sat on the edge of the bed; he wanted to comfort her, to hold her and make her feel better, but she couldn't see him: He was useless. All he could do was watch as Hermione sat up, her eyes still streaming. Shaking she reached out and took the goblet of wine. She drank it all down, clutching it with two hands, as if trying to calm herself. She then began nibbling at the array of cheeses, breads and meats on the tray before her. As she ate hungrily, Draco realised she must be starving; she had left his at half four, before dinner, no wonder she was eating like she hadn't in a week.
As soon as she had finished, Hermione gingerly climbed out of the bed, setting her feet down on the lush, thick green rug that lay on the cold, stone floor. She swore violently and cursed herself out loud;
"Bloody hell Hermione," She said to herself, "Leaving your wand behind-how thick can you get?!"
Draco knew she was longingly thinking of a healing spell. Because of her lack of magic it took slightly longer for her to get into her PVC outfit and she winced at every movement her body had to make. Eventually she finished fastening her impossibly high shoes and stepped into the fireplace. Using the floo powder available she travelled back to Draco's room.
As the flames engulfed her Draco to was transported back to his room. He now found himself sat on his bed. He turned and saw Hermione, lying in his bed, her eyes wide and not blinking.
"Hermione?!" Draco whispered, "Are you OK?!"
"No, not really. You saw what happened didn't you...I don't want to sleep now incase...incase it happens again in my dreams."
"Wait there." Said Draco, and he made his way over to his potions cupboard and from it selected a small vile containing a colourless, shimmering liquid-dreamless sleep.
He made his way to the kitchen and heated up some milk, mixing it with honey and the contents of the vile. He walked back top Hermione and handed her the steaming mug. She took it and smiled gratefully, drinking it down in one. Then, realising what the mug contained she looked at him with sleepy eyes;
"You absoluter bugger." She smiled, "Thank you."
"Your welcome." He grinned back, kissing her cheek gently as she slipped into a deep sleep.
He reached for his wand and cast a healing spell over her aching frame, and as the golden light gently passed over her she smiled gently in her sleep.
Draco however, remained awake all night, furious.
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Author's Note-Synopsis of Chapter 12: Hermione receives a letter from Voldemort instructing her alone to go to the Manor, she goes and Draco waits for her return. When she doest back she is covered in bites and bruises. When she explains what happened her power kicks in and Draco is put into the memory. There he sees Voldemort and Lucius having violent sex with Hermione. Once they are done they leave her and she gets dressed and returns to Draco. Draco puts her into a dreamless sleep but he stays awake all night mad at his Father and Voldemort-he is confused as to why his Father has had sex with Hermione who is muggleborn...therefore Lucius should hate her, not want to sleep with her, in any form, even if it is violently.
Thank you for all your great reviews, you're all fab. Please keep reviewing as I love reading them.
Please don't hate me for this Chapter, I know it might not appeal to some of you, like I said above, and if it doesn't please don't have a go at me...don't worry though, no-one dies.
Chapter 12-Keeping it in the Family
It was the first week of December and the fiery leaves that autumn had brought were now taken away by the harsh conditions of winter; Icy fingers hung from the branches of the Whomping Willow, glittering and glistening in the cold sun. The grounds crunched underfoot and the lake was frozen over so frequently that Hagrid was often seen early in the morning hacking at it with an ice pick so the Giant Squid could swim lazily across the surface in the new cool environment.
It was Friday night and Draco was making his was back to his rooms after a very long, hard day-Snape had been in a foul mood and had taken it out on everyone, including his own house. Then Draco had been called to attend a meeting to discuss the Yule ball where he had subsequently discovered that the prefect had well and truly screwed everything up, meaning that what should have been the last meeting wasn't and that he now had to attend another of those irritating gatherings. By the time even half of the mistakes had been corrected Draco had been late for Quidditch practice which had gone awfully wrong because of his bad mood.
He gratefully opened the door to his rooms, fully ready for a hot shower and a private meal. However in his rooms he found Hermione curled up in one of the chairs; she looked up from the notes she was reading and took off her glasses.
"You look sexy in those you know." Draco remarked, flashing her a sexy, lopsided smile and clambering out of his robes into black, baggy jeans and a black t-shirt. "You should wear them more often."
"They make me look like a geek; that's why I never wear them."
"So why not fix them with magic?!"
"Mum and Dad would go mad-it's not really worth the hassle. Maybe I will one day."
"When you're not living at home?!"
"I guess."
"'Mi?!" Draco ventured, dreading the response, "What are you going to do after Hogwarts?!"
"University." She replied immediately, "I want to make sure I get everything out of my power that I can."
"Oh." Was the only response Draco could muster. He abruptly changed the conversation and threw himself onto the couch; "What are you doing here anyway?! I was looking forward to a nice, hot shower after the day I've had."
"We need to talk about the Yule ball." Hermione responded, once again returning to her notes.
"No we don't," Draco responded smugly, "I sorted it all out before."
"You sorted out the few screw ups that the prefects made, but food and decorations haven't even been looked at-I can't believe we've allowed ourselves to be this disorganised; everything's going to be so last minute- I blame you, you know." She smirked, eyeing him mischievously.
"Is that so?!" He grinned, pulling her from the chair and into his own lap. He kissed her passionately and she melted in his arms. The moment didn't last though; she soon pulled herself off him and returned to the chair.
"I wasn't joking-I do blame you." But the smile remained on her face as she continued. "Now, come on; something needs to be organised. Food and decorations?!"
"Christmas dinner, trees and sparkles." Draco scowled, annoyed that his fun had been spoiled.
"Be serious." Hermione snapped.
"'Mi, I honestly could not care less if everyone ate coal and the hall was decorated with sheep; I'm tired and just want to relax."
"Stop being selfish. You wanted to be Head Boy so you put the work in."
"I've been putting work in all bloody day." Draco protested him, but all he received was an angry glare from Hermione.
"Fine." He sulked.
"Good," Hermione responded, "now I thought..." but she was cut off by a large, black raven sweeping through Draco's open window. It flew elegantly down and landed on Hermione's lap, dropping the letter it carried into her open hand. She thanked the raven and it flew off. Hermione opened the letter and Draco watched her eyes widen as she read the letter.
"What's wrong 'Mi?!" Draco asked.
Hermione thrust the letter into his hand, transfigured her clothes into PVC bra and mini-skirt and stilettos, then she gave Draco a quick kiss on the cheek and used his floo powder tot ravel to Malfoy Manor.
Draco read the letter;
My Dear Raven,
I wish to enjoy your company tonight and yours alone. You will travel to Malfoy Manor as soon as this letter reaches you. Your Lord
Draco was concerned-what did Voldemort want with Hermione alone?! His concerns were heightened further when he noticed that Hermione's wand still lay on the table.
There was nothing for him to do except wait for Hermione's return.
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The clock chimed two and Hermione's slender form emerged from the dying embers of the fire in Draco's rooms. Draco, hearing the movement awoke from the gentle sleep in which he had found himself. He rolled over to look at her; she was shaking and crying, her head lowered and shrouded in shadow.
"What is it?!" Draco gasped, rising from the couch, "What's wrong?!"
"Oh Draco, it was awful." Hermione sobbed, collapsing into his arms.
"Ssh." He responded, holding her close and rocking her like a young child, "It's over now. It's OK."
"It'll never be over." She whispered, clinging to the cloth of his t- shirt.
Draco didn't respond; he didn't know how to as he had no idea what she was talking about. Instead he held her for many minutes, and as he did so he looked her over, noticing many small bruises and bite marks sprinkled over her slim frame.
"Gods Hermione, what did they do to you?!"
Her sobs died down and she pulled away from his embrace, wiping her eyes and smudging her eyeliner as she did so.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?!" Draco ventured.
Hermione sniffed and began to tell him the events of that evening;
"I turned up at the Manor, like he wanted, and your Dad was there too...as well as Voldemort. There were no other Death Eaters, no muggles; just me and them. We had a few drinks then..."
Hermione's voice was shaking and Draco suddenly became aware of a change in the room; the air was beginning to hum with the voices of he had heard only once before, voices not meant for mortals ears, and Hermione was beginning to glow a deep crimson as it had before. What the hell was happening?! None of this had happened since their first revel.
Draco didn't have to wait long to find out the answer to his question; Hermione, looking scared took hold of his hand, silently asking for the comfort he could not give. The room and Hermione began to melt away and Draco tried to call out but no sound would escape his throat. His colour was fading; he was a shadow, falling through space and time. His breath caught in his throat as he whirled around and around, past violent colours and laughing faces, looming out of the darkness. He assumed they were faces, although he could not be sure, for their beauty was so great that it hurt to look at them for any length of time, and he only passed them briefly.
Draco landed with a thud in a high-backed, green leather armchair in the Smoking Room of Malfoy Manor. Opposite him, Hermione sat between Voldemort and his father.
It took Draco a short while to guess what had happened; it seemed to him that Hermione had somehow sent him into her memory...without the use of a pensieve. How she had done this Draco didn't know, nor did he care to hazard a guess at this new presentation of Hermione's power. He decided to see if he was a memory; he waved his hand around a shouted a bit but three figures opposite him remained in their conversation. Draco decided the best thing he could do was to sit back and watch the Hermione's memory unfold;
She was obviously trying to relax although she appeared to be having difficulty presenting herself in any form of ease whilst positioned between the two cruel wizards. She sat elegantly composed, straight backed with her long legs crossed, her black coal curls flowing over her shoulders. She gracefully held a goblet of deep red wine, which she now sipped from.
Lucius had one of his arms resting around her shoulders; he was placing little bites and nibbles on the nape of her neck and on her shoulder. Hermione flinched slightly at each one but remained her sexy, sultry, evil Death Eater self, casually twirling his long ice blonde hair around one of her long fingers. All the while she stared at Voldemort as he traced a long, white finger up and down the smooth skin of her thigh. Fuming, Draco tuned into what was being said;
"My dear Raven," Voldemort was purring, "you really are a thing of most exquisite beauty, wouldn't you agree Lucius?!"
"Mmmm." Came the satisfied response of Malfoy Senior as he nuzzled into Hermione's neck, biting her ear.
"Thank you My Lord." Hermione responded, her voice low and sexy, "I am glad you enjoy my company as I do yours."
"Indeed, I enjoy your...'company' very much."
Draco watched furiously as his Father began to caress Hermione's breasts and Voldemort forced Hermione's legs apart and entertained her sex with his fingers. For a split second, that neither Voldemort nor Lucius saw, Hermione's eyes widened with shock and panic, then as she remembered her place she let her head fall into Lucius' neck and allowed a small moan to escape her lips.
Draco wondered what would happen if his Mother were to enter the room- Narcissa Malfoy was not one to take kindly to adultery and he was certain that heads would roll if she were to she her 'loving' husband in such a compromising position with a muggleborn. He then remembered though that his Mother had been 'conveniently' sent to Egypt by Voldemort, to work on overseas relations
Lucius then proceeded to unclasp the PVC bra that barely contained her ample breasts, and continue to bite his way towards the newly exposed nipple, tracing a path with his teeth and tongue. Once he reached the peaked flesh he bit down hardly and Hermione groaned loudly, although Draco noticed her bite her lip and screw her eyes shut in pain. Blood oozed slowly from the puncture that had been made in her tender skin, and Lucius captured it with his tongue, while fondling her other breast.
At the same time Voldemort had moved off the couch where he had been sat. He was now in-between Hermione's legs, his face enjoying her sex, his hands grasping underneath at her perfect, round backside. Hermione's moans became louder as, gradually between them, Lucius and Voldemort took her to the peak of pleasure.
Voldemort rose from his position on the floor, and held out a hand to Hermione, who took it and elegantly rose from the couch. Lucius followed, grabbing a cigar and lighting it on the way. Draco followed them, he knew what was coming next and the mere thought of it made his blood boil so much he would have gladly decapitated his Father and Voldemort on the spot, evil Lords or not.
Draco's guess had been correct and he followed the three into the master bedroom-a huge and sophisticated room with a large black four poster bed, covered in black, silver and green cushions, pillows and silk sheets. Draco watched as Voldemort gestured for Hermione to lie on the bed, she did so and Lucius and Voldemort followed. They continued to caress and undress her until she orgasmed again and was completely naked, lying amongst soft silks and rich velvets.
Draco was fuming; they weren't only about to have sex with HIS girlfriend, not only that, they were physically abusing her in the process. Both men remained robed and it looked as if Voldemort was going to take his turn first; he forcefully rammed himself into Hermione and she moaned loudly, her eyes screwed tightly shut, as he pumped her again and again. She moved to wrap her arms around Voldemort, supporting herself, but Lucius stopped her by pinning her arms down. It didn't stop there: Horrified, Draco watched as his father removed his own appendage from his robes and pushed it down Hermione's throat, forcing her small passage to take as much as it could and causing her to gaga n the process.
Together they worked her small frame until Voldemort and then Lucius peaked inside her. They rolled off her, one on either side, and began to play with her body once more. This time Lucius worked her lower half, inserting two fingers before lowering his mouth to the tender, exposed nub. Draco felt sick-his FATHER was going down on his GIRLFRIEND.
But it didn't stop, Voldemort was fondling Hermione's large bosom, pulling and kneading them to his liking. He then began to work her nipples, imitating Lucius' earlier movements he pinched and bit them, until eventually he drew blood. He coated a long finger in it and smeared the viscous goo over her silky skin, sketching ancient patterns and symbols. Draco, having been brought up in a household filled with Dark Magic was able to translate what was now written across his girlfriend's stomach;
"Raven of Dark Beauty, Goddess of Night."
Lucius and Voldemort brought Hermione to her peak once again and as they did so Lucius reached for the cigar he had brought up, it was still lit, and Draco stared, disgusted, as his Father brought the hot tip down onto the soft flesh just above Hermione's right breast. She screamed before collapsing onto the bed, eyes shut, and the two wizards smiled at her response.
"My friend, I believe it is time for you to sample the goods that our dear Raven has to offer." Voldemort whispered to Lucius, who gave a cold smile before turning Hermione on her hands and knees and roughly entering her. Each hard inward thrust from Lucius produced a whimper from Hermione.
This time Voldemort did not enter any of Hermione's openings. Instead he lay alongside Hermione and Lucius, one of his hands caressing Hermione's breasts, the other stroking himself. Draco felt sick as he watched his Father peak inside his girlfriend, and Voldemort stopped stroking himself. He and Lucius crawled off the bed. It was one O'clock.
"My Raven," Voldemort said, "You should rest. The house elf will bring you refreshment then you may go." He kissed Hermione's hand as she clutched the covers around her sore, naked body, "Myself and Lucius must take our leave as we have many important affairs to discuss." Again he kissed her hand as though he were a gentleman bidding farewell at the end of a date, "Goodbye my Raven." He whispered, and he and Lucius apparated.
Hermione curled up into small ball, clutching herself as she cried into he soft pillows. One of the Malfoy's House-elves appeared in the room, leaving a tray of fine food and a goblet of red wine resting on the table next to the bed. The House-elf did not disturb the distraught witch; on her master's orders.
Draco moved from his chair and sat on the edge of the bed; he wanted to comfort her, to hold her and make her feel better, but she couldn't see him: He was useless. All he could do was watch as Hermione sat up, her eyes still streaming. Shaking she reached out and took the goblet of wine. She drank it all down, clutching it with two hands, as if trying to calm herself. She then began nibbling at the array of cheeses, breads and meats on the tray before her. As she ate hungrily, Draco realised she must be starving; she had left his at half four, before dinner, no wonder she was eating like she hadn't in a week.
As soon as she had finished, Hermione gingerly climbed out of the bed, setting her feet down on the lush, thick green rug that lay on the cold, stone floor. She swore violently and cursed herself out loud;
"Bloody hell Hermione," She said to herself, "Leaving your wand behind-how thick can you get?!"
Draco knew she was longingly thinking of a healing spell. Because of her lack of magic it took slightly longer for her to get into her PVC outfit and she winced at every movement her body had to make. Eventually she finished fastening her impossibly high shoes and stepped into the fireplace. Using the floo powder available she travelled back to Draco's room.
As the flames engulfed her Draco to was transported back to his room. He now found himself sat on his bed. He turned and saw Hermione, lying in his bed, her eyes wide and not blinking.
"Hermione?!" Draco whispered, "Are you OK?!"
"No, not really. You saw what happened didn't you...I don't want to sleep now incase...incase it happens again in my dreams."
"Wait there." Said Draco, and he made his way over to his potions cupboard and from it selected a small vile containing a colourless, shimmering liquid-dreamless sleep.
He made his way to the kitchen and heated up some milk, mixing it with honey and the contents of the vile. He walked back top Hermione and handed her the steaming mug. She took it and smiled gratefully, drinking it down in one. Then, realising what the mug contained she looked at him with sleepy eyes;
"You absoluter bugger." She smiled, "Thank you."
"Your welcome." He grinned back, kissing her cheek gently as she slipped into a deep sleep.
He reached for his wand and cast a healing spell over her aching frame, and as the golden light gently passed over her she smiled gently in her sleep.
Draco however, remained awake all night, furious.
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Author's Note-Synopsis of Chapter 12: Hermione receives a letter from Voldemort instructing her alone to go to the Manor, she goes and Draco waits for her return. When she doest back she is covered in bites and bruises. When she explains what happened her power kicks in and Draco is put into the memory. There he sees Voldemort and Lucius having violent sex with Hermione. Once they are done they leave her and she gets dressed and returns to Draco. Draco puts her into a dreamless sleep but he stays awake all night mad at his Father and Voldemort-he is confused as to why his Father has had sex with Hermione who is muggleborn...therefore Lucius should hate her, not want to sleep with her, in any form, even if it is violently.