Disclaimer: Cutting to the chase, not mine only wish. I admit that J.K. owns them all.
Chapter Fourteen: Captives and Property
"Wake up my love."
Hermione struggled to pull her world into focus. "Ha- Harry?" A sharp slap across the face brought her to her senses.
"I will not tolerate that name from your mouth."
Hermione gasped. No. She started to cry as his hand caressed her cheek. "M-Malfoy. God, no." Hermione tried to turn away but a huge bulk of a Deatheater carried her in a vice-like grip.
Inwardly, Draco was saddened by his obesession's reaction but it did not show when he leered in closer to her face. "I never go back on my word. Not when it comes to you, my precious one..." Draco's hand traveled to her abdomen. "And how is our little one?"
Hermione jerked back as best as she could. "You have no right to ask about my child."
"Really? Interesting, I thought I gave you that child." Draco grasped her chin between his forefinger and thumb. "You belong to me, Hermione. You are always the quickest the grasp things while in school and you will learn this soon enough. Goyle, take my soon-to-be wife to Father's guest quarters. She needs to relax a bit."
"Yes, sir."
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After at least an hour in the bath and well after the warming charms wore off, Angelina had no choice but to surround herself in the awaiting bathrobe and return to her "guest quarters".
"Miss?" squeaked the house-elf that had been assigned to her care. "M-Master is wanting for you to prepare for company."
"What?"
"P-please, miss." She pointed to an elegant robe. "Allow Millie to style hair as Master likes?" Knowing that it would be the house-elf punished and not herself, Angelina complied. Half an hour later, the young witch stared at her reflection. Hair in a french twist, make-up lightly applied and bejeweled beyond a lifetime of wages, she did not belong here. "Miss, Millie will return shortly. I must inform Master that you are ready." With a muted "pop", she was alone, struggling with her Gryffindor bravery and the urge to scream until she had no voice.
The witch was still sitting at the ornate vanity when she noticed the door open in the reflection then close by the time she stood and turned around. "Hermione!"
"Angelina!" Relieved, Hermione rushed into the older witch's arms. "What are you doing here?"
A flash of anger crossed her face. "Congratulations to me. I've managed to become the property of Lucius Malfoy... At least until I figure a way out of here...Obviously our plan didn't work as well as we hoped it would." Angelina explained how Draco recognized her at second glance after briefly informing her of their plan. "Well, I'm guessing that you're in a similar fix, eh? Are you okay?"
"Considering that Draco thinks he owns me, I'm trapped in God knows where, morning sickness is starting up and Lucius probably still wants to kill me and/or my child, I'm fine." Angelina smiled at her weak attempt at humor. "By the way, you look..."
"Hot." Angelina squirmed a bit as she chuckled. "Yeah, Fred would never let me live this down if he saw-" Hermione saw a warning tear escape one eye. As soon as it had fallen from her eyelash, she had stopped. "We're getting out of here."
"Don't bother, Johnson." Draco entered the room with a smug smile across his face. "You're bound to Father. We cast a few charms while you were unconscious. The only way you leave this room is through his blood. Now darling, don't you feel better knowing that one of your old school chums is here with you?"
"Sod off, you selfish, spoilt prat! Aurgh!" Angelina yelped as Draco pulled her back by her hair.
"Such spirit! Father will enjoy breaking you." Angelina slapped his hand away when he lightly caressed her breast. "Now, now. I should warn you that Father loves to share and I'm more than happy to take...aren't I Hermione?"
Angelina shook herself from Draco's grip and placed Hermione behind her. Draco growled a dark incantation that threw Hermione's protector back to the bed where she was bound to the left bedpost. She struggled in vain as Draco pulled Hermione towards a plush settee. "How dare you assume that you can control what belongs to me!" Hermione struggled against his chest as he placed his weight on top of her.
"Don't!" Angelina screamed as she struggled against her bindings. "Leave her alone!"
"Why? I enjoy having an audience."
Hermione screamed violently as she felt his erection pressing against her, revealing what Draco intended to do. "Please!" Not again.
Draco licked his lips as he slipped out of his robes and began to undress a horror-stricken Hermione. He licked her neck then bit down hard to draw blood. "Miss this?" He smirked at her pain-filled cry. Looking over his shoulder, Draco saw Angelina viciously struggling against the ropes that were cutting into her wrists, blood running down her arms. "Careful, Johnson. Father won't appreciate you ruining your pretty new clothes." He leaned forward and sighed into Hermione's ear. "Come, love. You know the routine. Say it for me."
"Never again." Hermione tried to cringe away as Draco roughly entered her.
"Fine, dearest. I can wait." Draco smiled and licked the tears from her cheeks. "You will say it for before the night is over. I promise."
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"Lovely, aren't they?" Lucius smiled as his son accepted the glass of brandy that he offered. "Why is mine bleeding?"
"I bound her. She tried to stop me from taking what is rightfully mine. Being the Gryffindor bitch that she is, she fought a bit. I think she sprained her wrist also."
Lucius stepped closer to the edge of the bed, where their newly acquired property slept, Hermione held fiercely by Angelina. He inspected Draco's wench more closely. "I must say, son. For a common mudblood, she is lovely." Lucius turned to Draco, who lifted his glass in response.
"Does the Dark Lord have any ideas as to when Potty will come for her?"
"Oh, yes. He feels it will be very soon. Especially now that we've released the bait to find us." The elder Malfoy peered into the bodice of his soon-to-be mistress. "When will they awaken? I'm eager to enjoy my newest posession."
"You can wake them whenever you like. Hermione ran to her as soon as she dressed and cried herself to sleep. She looked beautiful. Johnson followed soon after."
"Best to let her rest and make sure that she is healed first." He noted the intrigued eyebrow raise on his son's face. "How can you break something that is not intact?"
Draco sneered. "And to think there was a time that I figured I could learn no more from you. Silly me. I realize now that I will always be your most eager student."
If it were possible, Lucius would have been moved. Instead, he bowed and drew his wand. He calmly healed Angelina's wounds, causing her to wake. "Interested in a lesson?" Draco smiled and strode towards the bed.
Angelina sat up quickly, waking Hermione in the process. Lucius cast a full body binding spell on Hermione then pulled Angelina into a bruising kiss.
As soon as Lucius released her, Angelina slapped him across the face. "See how she is not afraid? It's so much more fun when they're like that. But soon she will learn that she can fight all she wants but she will be had." He snarled as he tore her skirt. The woman groaned in pain as he grasped both of her wrists tied them to the same bedpost that she was bound to earlier; he was even using the same bloody ropes.
"No! Leave her alone! Hermione screamed in an echo what had passed just hours before. Angelina faced Hermione and smiled reassuringly, even as Lucius was untying her bodice. Tears were streaming down the younger witch's face as Draco turned her head towards the rape. She knew Angelina would not cry, would not give him the satisfaction.
"Don't cry, 'Mione." Angelina winced at Lucius' intrusion. Instead of looking away, she held eye contact with the young witch. "It'll be alright... It'll be alright... It'll be alright."
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The book was heavy in his weak arms. He entered the Forbidden Forest hours ago and could not foresee any chance of getting out. But he would. Yes, he would. He had to get out and find him. It was the only way. He was exhausted and had no idea as to what was driving him but he was grateful for the push. He felt a heavy sadness and such pain but could not figure out why. All he knew that such pain and anguish could only be caused by who he was looking for. The emotions were strong, strong enough to lead him there. He would follow, follow even if it took the last drop of life from him. He didn't want the person in pain for long but he needed the direction so he had to hurry. Hurry and find him... Hurry...Find...
A/N: Sooooooo sorry about the lapse in updates. Mace and I have been working a bit too much. (had to make up for the time that he missed while in England) but we are back on track. Sorry for the dark chapter but it kinda started writing itself, especially when Lucius entered the scene. Oh and I have new reviewers (joy!) HUGE thanx to those who have been sticking with me: mysteriousneptune17 (after reading your work, I'm very happy that you like mine also!), JTBJAB, GreenEvans (just read a one shot while on writing hiatus will review shortly), and everyone else (kisses). Please keep reading and as I had promised b4, I will have this completed b4 HBP comes out.