Draco Malfoy
I will always remember this night, it shall be forever burned into my mind and thoughts. I am writing this in hopes that one day she will find it some how and know, know that I never intended any of this to happen. Oh, how can I begin to write such horrible deeds down on paper? But I must, for I can tell no one, ever, for her sake and my own.
Tonight was cold, and raining, that much I will always remember about it, though everything that was to follow chills me more now than the icy rain. The only thing I cared about was how bloody freezing it was and that my nice expensive clothes would be ruined by the harsh penetrating rain. I was nervous, who wouldn't be knowing that they were about to be infront of the darkest wizard in history, but I am a Malfoy, and Malfoy's show no fear. The nervous butterflies in my stomach having long since dissipated after the first twenty minutes of walking in such conditions, all that concerned me then was getting to our destination as quickly as possible.
I can see now the angry disgusted scowl that was painted over my features, glad my head was low and hood was up so that if by chance my father turned to look at me he would not see the expression. As we neared our destination I dared a glance up at my fathers master's great lair.
'What is this dump?' I thought in a bitter tone as father lead me through the shattered remains of what was once a fence and to a derelict structure that was probably a handsome home a thousand years ago. My boots stuck in the deep mud making sloshing noises, I groaned audibly at the knowledge that the shoes would be ruined and looked down at the pair just as father stopped in front of me. I bumped into the firm back of the elder Malfoy who turned and gave his son a dark look accompanied by a sneer. I lowered my head and kept my mouth shut despite the vile phrases that ached to flee my lips against getting my possessions ruined.
My possessions, that's all I cared about. Heh, little did I know that what of mine that would be ruined from this night would pale in comparision to what she lost…I must continue.
Malfoy Sr. turned back to front and I saw for the first time that we were at a door that simply gave way and opened as father pushed on through. Though the room we entered was in ruins and filthy with age we were glad for the shelter from the rain and the slight warmth that the house provided . Not even bothering to take a look around father lowered his black hood and started to walk through the house.
"Draco, come here." My fathers whispered cold tone drew me quickly to his side, never would I have dreamed where my father was leading me and never did I think to ask, knowing it would only gain me a stern look from my guardian. I followed him up the modest stair case. The wood, feeing as though it would break from the weight, sighed and creaked beneath our feet.
As we reached the top of the stairs I noticed father's shoulders straightening more and that he was continuously running a hand over his long platinum blond hair to ensure that every hair was perfectly in place and I couldn't help but smirk at seeing my father so worked up at being infront of anyone. 'What is this, a date?' I joked in my mind, a small attempt at trying to calm the flipping in my stomach which had started up again as we ascended the rotting stairs.
I swallowed a bit, 'A Malfoy never shows fear.' I told myself as we turned into a much less dusty room, a large fire was blazing in the mantle and there was a large old green chair in front of it.
"Master?" Father whispered in a cautious tone stopping just inside the room, I falling in beside him while looking around the room. I could feel my heart racing inside my chest. 'What was this place all about? If Voldemort was the greatest wizard in the world why was he hiding in a shack like this?' I wondered, my attention finally coming to rest on the tattered chair.
I watched, frozen with anticipation, as father moved forward to the chair, though he had gotten no response, and as he reached its back he swung the piece of furniture around to reveal that the Dark Lord was not there, yet a gagged, bound, and unconscious Hermione Granger was! How can I explain the terrior I felt at seeing her there? The way her clothes were torn and bloody and her hands and feet were bound made my heart ache for her. Though my entire life I had been taught that Muggle-born's are bad blood and not proper wizards, that we should hate them and not allow them in our world, at this moment I felt that no one, not even a Muggle-born deserved this. But this was only the beginning of her pain. Little did I know what part I was to play in it.
Just then a high pitched mechanical laughter broke out around us and I felt every hair on my neck prick sending a vicious chill down my spine and causing me to shudder. It took me a moment to realize that there was a hand on my shoulder, for I couldn't feel the weight of it. I didn't dare turn to look at the owner of the hand for the fear in my stomach held me. My eyes remained glued to the vision of the young Gryffindor in the chair before us all.
"What do you think of my little gift for your son, Lucius?" the high snake like voice spoke in an amused tone to his servent bend and knee on the floor before him. Finally the hand lifted from my shoulder and I saw what was to be my future master walk before me. The sight that met my eyes was nearly as troubling as Hermione in the chair. Blood red eyes looked over my entire body as if examining me though my clothes, I knew that there was no pity or understanding to ever be found in those eyes. They stared out through a snake like face what was as pale and as thin as parchment. His black robes and cloak billowed around him as he moved to stand beside his captive and servant. The later which moved to return to his sons side and he bowed low to his master, I followed accordingly, this causing a fresh wave of dark laughter to erupt from the thin lips and echo through the room once more.
"Ah Lucious, true to your word you have brought me your only son and for this you will soon be rewarded, if his loyalties prove to be true." The Dark Lord said as he paced around the ruined chair like a lion would his prey. A similar sneer over his non-existent lips and a frightening glint in his ruby orbs force me to look away. I knew who I was loyal to, ever since I was ten I had known that this was to be my future, destiny even, to be a part of the Death Eaters and help Voldemort to victory over the Wizarding World.
"Come, Wormtail." The Dark lord cried out to some unseen person behind my father and I. A round filthy man shuffled into the room, I moved quickly out of my low bow to allow him more space to enter and in doing so caught a glimpse of the rat like features of the servant. "Bring the mud-blood child down to join the party..."
Wormtail moved quickly to oblige as the Dark Lord moved over to us as if we were his treasured guests, guiding us out of the room and down the stairs, father speaking of all the great and powerful things I could do as if discussing the weather. It was true, father had taught me well the spells necessary to serve the dark lord, but I knew the Dark Lord was already aware of that information. I followed along in silence my mind reeling over why father had brought me there, and why Hermione Granger was my 'gift'.
The Dark lord guided us through the remains of the kitchen in the home and to what appeared to be an old cellar door under which was another set of steps. I must stop for a moment and collect my self, my hand in shaking. There, that's better. Not for the first time I am grateful to be a Malfoy so that my father allows a small bottle of port in my private chambers.
Leading down below the earth into a pitch black pit I was instantly struck by a chill, the temperature having dropped severely now that they we below the surface. We reached the end of the stairs and I looked around, nothing could be seen through the pitch black and I longed to pull out my wand and mutter a light spell. I couldn't even tell if father was beside me or not, fear started to sink in as nothing happened and no one spoke for a very long time.
Suddenly there was a blinding light before my eyes, but it was not of magic ,it was electric, and a bright aluminous white that stunned my eyes and made me blind for a few moments. Blinkingly my eyes adjusted and I managed to look around and saw with another stab of fear that I was completely alone, the cellar door and stairs had disappeared and all that remained was the unconscious form of Hermione Granger lying on the dirt floor. In this new light I could see that she was badly beaten, her brown-blond curls were dusty and had dried blood clinging to it in sections, a long cut was across her cheek, and her clothes were in total disarray. Her hands were tied behind her back with a thick brown rope and her feet were bound the same.
'What in Merlin's name is going on?' I thought, panic starting to tear into me and I tried to force my mind to think clearly. But everything seemed to be foggy, like nothing was real, and I wished that it were all just a bad dream
I took a single step closer to her and instantly the now familiar high pitched laugh vibrated around me sending the chills once again down my spine, "Do you like your gift?" came the voice in the same amused tone, "This is your test…" the tone changed, almost as though it were an entirely different person, it was now harsh, cold and cruel and sent another chill down my body "To prove yourself to your new master. If I so choose to allow you to be by my side."
I blinked again, taking a moment to let the words seep through the fog of my brain. Of course, he wanted to see me torture her. With a small nod and a deep breath I slowly reached into the side pocket of my cloak, searching for my wand, but no sooner was it out of my pocket than had it flown from my grasp and vanished.
"No! Fool!" came the harsh tone cutting through the empty space like a blade.
I was totally confused and started to get a little more than afraid. Where was father? And why was he making me do this? If I wasn't supposed to curse her or kill her, what was I suppose to do? A soft feminine moan came from my right startling me and I jumped a bit away from the slowly moving form on the floor. My eyes darted to the face of the Gryffindor and saw her eyes were still closed though she was slowly returning to consciousness. 'She is going to see me!' I thought panic striken.
'What does he want me to do?' I asked myself as she started moving more, soon the realization appeared to hit her that she was bound and she started to become more awake, moving her arms and legs with more intensity.
"Take from her the innocence of childhood…" came the cold tone once more in a fine whisper as if right beside him. 'No…..' I thought at once, all of the reasoning finally hitting me. My head felt light and my stomach weak as though I were going to be sick. 'I…..oh shit….' I thought to myself trying to keep the room from spinning as I watched her return to reality. I covered my mouth with a hand, to shocked and disgusted to do anything.
And then it happened, she opened her eyes and the first thing they landed on was me. Of course what else was there.
Oh Merlin! What I must have looked like through her eyes standing there in my fine proper clothes, handsome and perfect as she lay beaten and broken on the floor, how arrogant and evil I must have appeared. Her warm brown eyes turned cold in a heart beat and into a deep glare, pure loathing pouring from their depths as I continued to stand there dumb before her.
"You….." she said between clinched teeth, and I could see then that her lips were both split and one had begun bleeding. Her voice was shaking with the anger and most likely fear that seethed though her body.
'I can't do this.' I thought at once, taking a half a step back, 'I don't want this, I don't want to rape anybody, especially not a mud blood' I could feel the disgusted expression forming over my features. Though I was fully aware that the Dark Lord was probably picking all of my thoughts right from my mind I found I couldn't help it. 'They will kill me if I don't do this!' I tried to reason with myself, 'This is what the Lord wants; it's what my father wants. But how is this going to help kill Potter?' I continued to eye the shuddering form of the Gryffindor, I could hear her speaking to me but the words could not penetrate my deep thoughts. My vision was out of focus with my thoughts. 'Never Question the Dark Lord.' Father's words came into his mind, 'Or it will be the last question you ever ask.'
'I have no choice.' I decided and took a short breath, clearing my mind and trying to gather all the strength I could muster for the task ahead, and started towards my captive. I knew, some how I knew, that my father and the dark lord were still watching, I knew what they would want to see. The evil, dark Slytherin taunting and cold to his prey.
"Where are your books now, Granger?" I asked in the coldest tone I could fake with out my voice cracking and placing the worst sneer I could force my face to form. She spat at me, god the fire in those eyes, the hatred. "Now…that's not very nice of you, Mrs. Granger…" I said in the same tone, now standing with her directly at my feet. I bent at the knees and squatted in front of her, a pale hand reaching out to touch her jaw. She jerked away but my hand quickly gripped beneath her chin and forced her to turn her eyes to mine. The angry brown met icy silver in a brief moment and I nearly chocked on my words. "We can either do this the easy way….or the hard way, really I don't care much for either so I'll let you pick."
Oh how crule I can be. I shoved her hard onto her back, her arms were tied behind her and she cried out in pain as her hands were crushed beneath her own weight and winced visibly as I then straddled her. Her entire form froze and she stopped struggling against the binds on her wrists and looked up at the boy atop her. Fear took over her eyes as realization struck her. She opened her mouth only slightly a soft gasp coming from her chapped lips. The fear and understanding that was hidden in her brown orbs made my heart shudder and I nearly gasped in response.
Knowing that if I didn't start then I would never actually do it,I brought both of my hands to the tattered remains of her blouse and ripped it down the center, sending the remaining few buttons flying around the empty cellar floor. Doing such revealed a pale peach bra which cupped her petite breasts. The shock having worn off, Hermione Granger screamed. It was a heart wrenching sound that pierced the dead silence around us.
It startled me enough that my hands froze, but only for a quarter of a second before one swung down of its own accord and backhanded her hard across the cheek. I do not remember thinking to do so, some how the fog inside my mind controlled my movements as well as covering my thoughts. A loud sob came from her as she tried to struggle against my weight and her confines.
As I watched her squirming between my legs, still stunned by the self propelled action of my arm, her small form was trying in vain to break away from me inadvertently rubbing against my crotch. This combined with the vision of the newly revealed flesh of her abs and breasts caused my body to react. 'Oh god….no…' I thought trying to force my growing erection down, 'this is sick. How can this be turning me on?' I asked myself, even now I do not know how it pleased me to see her so torturned with fear. I felt bile rising in the back of my throat and I nearly vomited.
"Prove your loyalty." Came a cold snakelike whisper in my ear and I shuddered closing my eyes against the sound, wishing this would all just vanish and I would be at home in my bed. As I reopened my eyes a moment later I saw her between my legs watching me with the same hating gaze mixed with obvious fear. I let the small tip of my tongue smooth over my lips, thinking, calming my self knowing that there was no way out of this.
"I hope Harry kills you, along with your master." She spat between clinched teeth at me. I nearly laughed at her. Harry, oh Harry I wish you would find me and kill me for what I have done to your friend. But I didn't laugh, instead I lowered my torso so that my face was right along side hers and I whispered into her ear, though she had tried to turn her face from me. My hands moving up her naked sides and up under her thin bra to firmly grip both sensitive breasts in my hands, squeezing with vicious intensity causing her to scream in pain, her back arching.
"He will still be too late to save you. I guess the boy wonders friends take second place when it comes to who is protected, and who….is not." I said coldly in an unconcerned voice as my hands kneaded her soft breasts. The soft skin beneath my hands was so warm and pleasing that I once again felt my body reacting, though my mind screamed with indignity. Her only reply was a soft pained sob.
Leaning back up, my hands remaining fixed to her, I saw my full erection straining hard against my black dress pants and I looked down at her body. Seeing that she was in a pair of blue jeans I stood from her, giving her a moments relief from my torturing hands, and began undressing myself. I flushed a bit at the knowledge that my father and new master would see my full naked body.
On the floor Hermione curled into a ball as best she could as I tossed my cloak and robes aside. I quickly unbuttoned my dress shirt, all the while keeping an eye on my prey. Toned muscles from Quidditch flexed beneath pasty white skin as I shrugged my shirt off. My hands went to my belt buckle and I realized they were shaking.
Though I am well experienced when it came to sex, this was something entirely different. This was something that neither of us wanted, and something that I was forcing on to her brutally. I moved beside her again and she tried to get away from me, a scream tearing from her mouth as I forcefully dragged her across the dirt floor and back to me.
"Don't make this anymore fun." I said in as bored a tone as I could come up with as tried to kick me. I grabbed both her shoulders and slammed her hard into the floor, crushing her hands again and I was sure one or two fingers broke this time. Tears streamed from her eyes and I could do nothing but smirk though my very heart seemed to stop at the sound. I pinned her beneath me again, my hand moving to unbutton her jeans, unzip them, and then I had to use both hands to push them down. This time when I moved his body off of her she didn't try to get away, she didn't really move at all as if having accepted her fate.
After what seemed like forever I finally managed to get her jeans down past ankles, she wore a pale pink pair of panties that matched her bra and I tried not to watch my hands as they pushed them down to join the jeans. I couldn't stop my eyes as they looked her entire form over with wary yet hungry eyes, her small patch of hair on her crotch enticed me and I felt a smirk widen over my features, and my stomach lurch with nausea.
"Why, Granger, you're actually pretty hot…" I said in a mocking tone She spit in my face and I laughed coldly cleaning it off with a casual hand as I pushed my own pants and boxers off and to the floor. Suddenly she was silent her eyes wide and frozen on my erection. My normal reaction would have been to smile at her gaze but this was one of fear, not of excitement that I was use to seeing in my lovers eyes.
"What? Never seen such a big one? I'm not surprised with weasel and potty as your only bed choices." I said as I forced her legs to separate and then settled between them. "Or….then again. Maybe you've just never seen one. Are you a virgin?" I asked coolly one hand moving up between her legs, her back arched as she tried to get away from my inquiring fingers. My other hand was once again quick to react and I gripped her shoulder hard my finally manicured nails tearing through her flesh and she cried out a bit, grimacing.
Without even realizing it my eyes met her tear filled ones again and the pleading fear inside her brown orbs made my heart near tear with the force of the realization. 'Oh gods….she is…' I thought, now seeing how it made since, 'Take her innocence…' I thought repeating the words of the dark lord inside my head as I stared into the eyes that begged me not to do this.
But I was Far past the point of no return, and I continued my bitter test and wrapped my hand around my manhood. Looking up and around the room, as if giving anyone a chance to intervene if they were planning on doing so. When nothing happened in that case I slowly guided myself to her unprepared sex. She whimpered and sobbed and I tried my best to ignore her as I drove my erection into her, stealing away her virginity with one hard deep thrust. Her screams of utter pain echoed around the cellar, and I knew then that Hermione Granger would never be the same.
Where they have taken her or what they plan on doing with her I do not know. Father I hope you are pleased, he seemed to be. After all I did as I was told to do, though my thoughts may have revealed too much to the Dark Lord. What wicked things have you involced your son in father? Am I nothing but a means to success? Is this my destiny to be a Death Eater? Merlin, what have I done?
Harry, oh Harry. You are the very last hope for this world, and I wonder if you know it.