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His Suspicions & Her Testing-Chapter 4-
How did I end up here? Where is here? The last thing I remember was taking a quick rest on the curb… did someone follow me? Who? Why? I bet Andrew has had his hand in this, but what role is he playing? What's going on? Who is this guy? Fine, if this boy wants to play this game, then let the games begin. Hermione thought daringly.
Hermione forced herself to straighten up as best she could, square her shoulders back, and gathered her wits before shakily asking, "C-Can't you let me go?"
"Now, if I let you go that would mean that I'd be a nice guy – and to be honest with you, I'm the boy your father always warned you about – you know. The kind that would sneak up in your room and throw you to a bed, make love to you, and then not call you the next day. That's the kind of guy I am." The mysterious boy moved his cold fingers up her leg to her thigh and took his other hand to remove the scarf.
Hermione squirmed in her seat, from both not liking his answer and recognizing his voice from somewhere, but that somewhere and who he was she couldn't quite put her finger on. Her mind was working especially hard trying to figure out these seemingly difficult questions, that she failed to notice what he was doing. I know that voice! Who does it belong to? Think Hermione, THINK! You can put a face to his voice... it sounds so familiar. Not exactly pleasant familiar…
The boy reached around and untied her blindfold, letting it drop into his hand. He looked up from the scarf; wide brown eyes met icy silver orbs. His mouth dropped open about an inch or so, before he realized that he should close it.
Hermione's expression was one of shock at first, but it quickly grew into one that suggested she understood as she rolled her eyes and glowered at him maliciously. Of course, who else better to use a worthless 'mudblood' for a slave, than a Malfoy. "I should've known that you'd stoop this low, Malfoy. Using a human as a slave... I almost would have thought that you'd have more class than to degrade a human being to this extent." She sneered with pure loathing. "-But apparently not."
Draco glared at her as he spat, "Ah, ah, ah Granger. You may be a human being, but you're still a dirty mudblood. Oh, and…mudblood don't get any ideas of escaping, we wouldn't want that, now would we? My father gave you to me as a present; you're my new contribution. What for, I don't know, but don't anger me Granger." Draco smirked his most famous and renowned smirk. "Or things will not be all peachy perfect for the Golden Girl. There will be grave consequences." And with that Draco retied the blindfold tightly back on her.
"DRACO MALFOY! Don't you dare put that back on me! You have no idea what I've gone through, you impudent, spoiled ferret! I-" She fumed, but was cut off by a gag being shoved in her mouth and fastened behind her head roughly. What does he think he's doing, treating ME this way! I don't need to take this shit from him; he has absolutely no clue what the meaning of pain is! I can't believe he just did that! Damn Malfoy…
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The first words to enter Draco's mind were: If life could be put into a monologue, there would be enough dialogue in one day to write a novel. And as Draco put the blindfold back on Hermione Granger, after arguing for a minute that seemed like an eternity, he exhaled a silent sigh of relief. This was only Granger, after all; but the thought of the very mudblood he attended school with being his present, didn't quite satisfy the big gift he was expecting. In other words, it was a semi let down. But for the life of him he could not believe something so delicately bittersweet had presented itself in such a way that he was able to get Granger back for all the times she humiliated him, thinking she was superior to him. Ha! That's a laugh, look who's so high and mighty now Granger!
"Now, listen here Granger! Maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm the one with control over you, not the other way around." Draco seethed coldly. Without a further word, he stood up, knocking the stool over. Not bothering to pick it up, he marched towards the entrance, when a large shadow cast itself for all to see in the only exit of the Ballroom. Draco knew immediately who it was. His father had come, no doubt, to possibly take back the mudblood and do a memory-tampering spell; this had all been some mistake. But as Lucius bid his son a goodnight, Draco became extremely confused. Something in his father's eyes told him 'you'll understand soon enough' and with that he extended his long slender index finger towards the door, nudging for Draco to leave.
It was all so confusing that, as the blond left, he kicked the stool that was currently on the ground, angered by Granger. If anything she was a pet: a pet to the Malfoy line. Like a dog, if you will, that he could kick anytime he felt like it, just for the sole reason of being under his feet at the wrong time. And this most definitely was the wrong time. Draco was in a manic-depressive state, leaving his judgments often impaired and without logic.
He recalled a small memory of one time, only a short fortnight ago, where Pansy had stopped by for an afternoon tea with her mother and decided to actually talk to Draco during their second helping of cookies. It had been a dull conversation about Professor Snape's herbs quiz, but it was enough to drive Draco to an odd bustling state of mind, where anything Pansy said began to get on his nerves, and soon he excused himself and boarded himself up in his room. By that time he had decided that he would much rather stay locked in his room than listen to a rambling, silly girl with her own opinions. Granger was another one of those girls. He of COURSE knew what it felt like to be torn up. If anything, she had no idea what HE was going through. She always had Golden Boy Potter and Weasley, King Of The World's Worst Quidditch. But now… heh, I'm glad she's here. This way she'll see life through my eyes. Maybe a little torture would bring the little mudblood to her knees. After all, SHE had no idea what HE was going through.
And with that stubborn thought, Draco boarded himself in his room once more and jumped on his bed, screaming into a pillow. Damn it, Damn it. He thought over and over again. Why must Granger have to work my last nerve? Why was it HER? Of all the people in England, it had to be HER? She's infuriating! Stuck up! Arrogant! – Heh, and also now under my control. His manic-depressive state lightened up slightly at the thought of torturing Granger. It didn't mean much to his father who this was –but to Draco? Oh, this was like Christmas in July. He could take all of his anger out on that mudblood wench. Maybe that was all he needed? Just someone to – not to talk to, that would be ghastly. Imagine? A Malfoy chatting with a muggle born? Not on my watch!
Suddenly a muffled scream was heard through the north end of Draco's room, right in front of the headboard of Draco's lavish bed. At first, Draco assumed it was his mother and father 'cooking pasta' (their pet name for doing the deed) again, but as a knock came upon his door, and the sound of his mother's voice entered his ears, he knew there was not a normal thing going on in the next room. "Come in." He said, still trying to concentrate on the sounds in the room to the side. His mother walked in, hair tousled in a bun and negligee. She was holding a tray of fruit and a glass of pumpkin juice. Draco sat up on his bed, looking slightly dazed. "Why aren't you in bed?" He asked, scratching behind his neck and pretending to yawn, as if he were sleeping the entire time previous to his mother stepping foot in his room.
Narcissa lay the contents on the tray down on the edge of Draco's bed and said, "Your father is doing some work in our room – its very important to He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. I decided to keep out of his way."
"Mum," Draco said, still wondering what kind of 'work' his father was up to, "You can call him the Dark Lord."
"I know," She said dully, "But I prefer not to get into the habit of that. When I'm around people who are not of our… status, I cannot simply say 'Dark Lord.' It'll blow your father's cover. – Your cover as well. My men must always prevail." She kissed Draco on the cheek, Draco reluctant to the kiss, and she strolled back over to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm sleeping in one of the guest rooms tonight, dearest." And with that she left, shutting the door behind her. Draco now knew something terrible was up. Shit hitting the fan, if you will. Draco's father and mother always slept in the same room together, even if they were extremely irritated with one another. Often Narcissa would refuse to give her husband sex for weeks on end over the smallest thing, like him not buying her the diamond ring she saw in the window a few weeks earlier. He would often say, 'How am I supposed to know when you want something, woman?' But she would get her way in the end.
Just as Draco was biting into a small apple he acquired from the tray, he heard another muffled scream and a sound much like that of a bed squeaking. Draco raised an eyebrow. His father was supposed to be in his parent's room. But his parent's room was two hallways down the staircase and a left turn at the redwood-framed picture. The only rooms surrounding Draco's were guest rooms for his friends that he didn't have. With a frown he stood up off of his bed and wondered if his mother was sleeping in the room next to him, but the sound that he heard confirmed his greatest fears. His throat caught as he heard the sound of his father's faint voice through the walls, incomprehensive and yet clear. Draco knew his father's deep, smooth voice anywhere; it was the one he would often run from as a child. The other voice was high, faint, distant… almost childlike.
Draco leaned in and put his ear to the wall, so that he might make out the words each one was saying better. Could this possibly be some affair his father was having? Draco always suspected the little flirts Lucius Malfoy had with the high-voiced secretary at the Ministry of Magic. Once he had walked in on his father having a mistress laying on the bed when Draco was only eight, but he had explained that this was only a test he was giving the girl, and that Draco had to be a 'big boy' to understand. Later on, Draco understood fully what the term affair meant. And his father had MANY.
But this wasn't the normal sounds of an affair; usually there were giggling and chuckles, not to mention screams of passion involved. This, however, was oddly different. There wasn't much noise (of course the wall was in the way of any real sound) and what sound there was sounded unnatural. There was a scream, a cry, a thud, and a moan. All this went by in a blur of noise so fast it took Draco a few moments to decipher one from the other. Brutally confused, he backed away from the wall and as quietly as he could, tiptoed down the staircase and around a few corridors to his mother and father's bedroom. This was the place Lucius Malfoy had told his wife that he was busy at, and that he would be occupying it the entire night. As he twisted the handle, an eerie chill settled over his bones, almost as if the room froze in a dead fury of emptiness. The door swung slowly open, making a slight creek, the room was dark.
Draco peered inside, making sure it was safe, before he took a step inside. As he looked around, he realized that not only was his father not in here, but the room had also not been occupied at anytime during this day besides the morning. The bed was still made up from a house-elf cleaning this morning. Draco knew his father loved to work in the nude underneath his covers, shuffling papers here and there across the bed. But the bed was simply untouched, as was the entire room. If Draco could pale more against his already whitish skin, he would have done so now, if it weren't that all the blood was rushing through his heart so fast that he began to turn red.
He slammed the door shut and ran up his staircase with a swiftness that only a Slytherin Seeker could have gotten away with and sneaked back into his room. This time he was sure it was his father in the next room. And the more he thought about it, the more he knew who was in the next room with Lucius Malfoy.
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That…that… impudent little ferret! HOW DARE HE? Hermione, now quite agitated, was fuming, ranting, and raving at Draco, but all that actually came out was a mixture of muffled sounds and slurred speech, that was simply impossible to interpret. Stopping, she strained to hear what was going on. From the sound of it, somebody was at the door, and Draco was leaving. Thank Merlin he's gone… Now how the hell do I get out of here? Hermione squirmed, trying to break free of the binding that was currently keeping her to the chair and this cold, uncomfortable place.
Lucius smirked as he watched Draco's retreating back. Turning to see Hermione struggling he sneered, "It's no use trying to break free, doll. There's dark magic binding you to this very spot."
Hermione, upon hearing the chilling, bitter voice of Malfoy Senior and distinguishing whom it belonged to, stopped struggling and sat there silently, praying for the best. The best? Well, the best that could come from being bound and in the presence of Lucius Malfoy. Hermione suddenly felt herself being lifted and released from the chair. Then, before she knew what was happening, she was dropped. Landing on her shoulder with a loud thud and a sickening crack, she felt her shoulder start to throb. She whimpered under the pressure and aching in her shoulder. Oh great-ahh- just what I needed, more agony to –ahhh- abide through. Her thoughts were saturated with sarcasm.
Sure enough, Lucius had pulled out his wand and unbound Hermione from the chair. He levitated her a good seven feet and let her plummet to the ground, just to see the satisfying result. He chuckled a few evil laughs, satisfied with the outcome. "Oops, did I do that?" He laughed. "So very sorry. Let me take you and" He smirked, "…fix you up." He placed a magic, invisible leash on her and walked out of the ballroom, Hermione trailing behind.
She was being drug like some sort of pet behind it's master, she didn't like it, but at least she didn't have to walk on her glass embedded and bloody feet any longer. She had done enough of that attempting to flee from Andrew. Hermione was in too much pain to even think about means of escape, so she let herself be led to wherever he was taking her. Clutching her shoulder, she was tugged over stairs, hallways, and through doors. She was sure everything in the mansion was extravagant, but she couldn't tell, for the blindfold was still blocking her eyesight. Though, little did she care about the wealth of the Malfoys, at the moment she had much greater issues to worry about.
Lucius had earlier talked to Narcissa, so he knew she wouldn't get in the way of his plans. And as for Draco, Lucius didn't care if he saw or heard the mudblood's testing, it'd help him become stronger and less emotional anyways. He purposely led her to the room next to Draco's, opened the door, and entered, dragging a shaking Hermione along with him.
Hermione, upon feeling the halt of movement, became very nervous. She still was hoping for the best, though, at this point it seemed she'd even be better off stuck with ferret face, as opposed to his father. Lucius undid the blindfold and the simple charm he used to get her there, but left the gag where it was, secured in Hermione's mouth, making the sides of her mouth sting and become raw. She blinked a few times, letting her honey eyes adjust to the dim lighting, and stood up. Lucius's face came into view and she glared at him, her glare sodden with repugnance. He flashed a smirk at her, matching the loathing in her dagger-glares with his smirk.
"Andrew said you were a hard one to break, a tough bitch, eh? Well, let's see just how 'strong-willed' you are." He pushed her against the wall, jamming her injured shoulder into the hard surface and crushing it in. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to scream out from the hurt. He laughed, as he felt more of the bone in her shoulder shatter, and as he felt her warm blood trickle down his hand. Letting go of her shoulder, he forcefully slammed her against the wall with his body; he could feel her entire body shaking. He lowered his head to her ear and whispered dangerously, "This is only a mere taste of what's to come, think of this as a favor. A favor of making you prepared. Whether you like it or not." She turned her head away from his, struggling, trying to move from her current position between him and the wall.
"Not comfortable, doll?" He grabbed her hair and jerked her head towards his, "Let me see if I can help." He snickered another malevolent laugh and threw her onto the bed. Knowing she was too weak to try to escape, he didn't bother with any binding spells or charms. But just to make sure she truly was too weak, he took out his wand and muttered an Unforgivable curse. "Crucio!"
Hermione's eyes went wide, as she screamed and doubled over when the curse hit her. "AHHHHH!" Her shriek was heard even through the gag, and it was one of extreme suffering. Every binding nerve in her body was crying out in pain, she could barely breathe. After a few, but long minutes of agony, Lucius decided to be… kind and hinder the Unforgivable, well at least for the time being.
"Hurting yet, you filthy dog?" Lucius derided. "I'm thrilled to hear it." Lucius tore off his shirt and leapt onto the bed, with only a slight squeaking noise indicating he had gotten closer to Hermione. In one quick motion he flipped Hermione over and straddled her, keeping her pinned to the bed with no room for her to struggle. Hermione, shaking quite violently at this point, was squirming and cringing in pain from her shoulder and the Crucio curse. Lucius, eager to test the mudblood, ripped off her clothes with a sly, sadistic grin. His grin only became wider at hearing the whimpers of his, or rather his son's, newest toy.
The... bastard… has…no…idea what… I've… already been…through… damn Malfoys! Get off... ME! Hermione's thoughts were obviously of no assistance in prying her from her current situation, as Lucius continued to strip off her clothes. What the... fuck is he... doing? Suddenly a dreadful realization dawned on her. Oh Merlin no…no… please.. n-noo.. DON'T! By now Lucius had rid them both of all clothing and was smirking the trademark Malfoy smirk. He gripped her body with cold hands. His nails digging deep into her skin, breaking the skin and drawing blood in ten separate patches. Her shoulder, still dripping crimson was aching tenfold, as the open wound came in contact with the white bed sheets and left a dark ruby stain. She couldn't hold back her scream any longer, and it came out in a short helpless wail of distress. Lucius seized this as the opportunity to commence his testing, and thrust into her harshly, over and over again. Tears began pouring down her cheeks, and a cry of torment escaped through the gag.
Faster and harder Lucius pounded into her, laughing all the while with his sick and twisted cackle. Hermione was crying and whimpering, praying that it would stop, had her eyes squeezed as tightly shut as possible, trying to drown out the reality of what was happening. Lucius soon climaxed, with one last merciless thrust, and threw her to the floor with all of his strength. Hermione, after hitting the floor with a loud thud, moaned as darkness enveloped her sight, smell, sound, and all sense of anything around her, for the second time in the past two days.
This chapter was written by: Sarah (mostly) and Amy
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