Every girl has once fancied the idea of a 'knight in shining armor'. You know, the one who insists on opening every door before you are three yards in front of it's wooden face or rising every time you are about to sit. It's been a dream for everyone but what is it that pops this fantasy? Reality. Oh, how difficult it is to admit but the truth etched inside that word is inevitable to ignore.
Reality. Reality. Reality. Life.
And as Hermione sat in bondage within an elegant carriage she realized how horribly she wanted to recapture that childish dream so that this situation may seem to be more than just a tragedy at it's best. Because then there was a possibility that Lucius' blonde hair may be cut to the roots as he lay bloodied upon the ground due to the sword of her 'knight in shining armor'. No magic would be practiced because her 'knight' was created at the age of five when she was merely a muggle.
Her 'knight' would save her.
But as always, reality hit Hermione like a hurricane of sorrow and she tilted her head towards the ground in disappointment because her situation still had not been changed.
She was still seated across from that despicable man who's blonde hair was still intact and whose blood was still bumping with strength beneath his skin and she was still a victim; helpless and fragile. The two emotions Hermione had always detested, he had given her as gifts.
'Thank you for killing me internally,' she would tell him with her last few breaths, 'Thank you for using me as a play toy. I appreciate it.'
But it wasn't that simple. It was never that simple. If they hated her so deeply, why didn't they just kill her? Why must they torture her so? Cruelty is one thing but being absolutely ridiculous is another. He had a reason and she knew that. She just didn't know that the motive was right beneath her nose. If only there was a book on this behavior then she might know how to counter his attacks.
"Mudblood," Lucius muttered beneath his breath from the opposite side of the carriage.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. It was the only motion she could make through her binds and silencing spell.
"A special someone will be treating you this afternoon to have some, let's just say, fun. Don't be a bitch."
And they all rode in the carriage with the cloudy skies and the occasional rain keeping Hermione entertained in silence.
This is what we call 'symbolism'. This is what we call 'disaster'. This is what we call 'helpless' and 'fragile'.
The dungeons were as freakishly cold as the ocean on an extremely hot day but where else was she expected to stay? With the curse of silence removed from her mouth she could hum or talk to the walls which proved to be entertaining as her voice echoed through out the dungeon hallways.
"She's getting on my last fucking nerve," she'd hear the guy at the end of the corridor yell.
"Yes, but you can't do anything, remember what Lucius said?" Another would reply.
"Oh, right."
She had power, even if it was going to result in her demise but what else did she have left to loose?
No one knew where she was. No one would probably care. Harry was in the hospital hurt. Ron had Lavender and she was only an inch close to death.
This is what we call 'living as a last resort'. It's a shame she had to experience it at such a young age.
"Is he here yet?" Lucius demanded as he sat behind his black granite desk and tapped his perfectly manicured fingernails against it.
"No. But he sent an owl saying that he'd arrive within in the hour, sweetie," Narcissa replied softly as she approached her husband and began to stroke his hair. If this had relaxed him, it was not visible in the least but Narcissa continued. Her fingers fell from his hair and to his shoulders as she turned him to face her and then ending with her luscious red lips falling upon his cheek.
"Oh, Lucius, I've missed you," she whispered into his ear as she pressed her cheek against his.
He didn't reply. Narcissa waited five more seconds and then pulled away. His eyes were still as cold as they were before her caresses.
"You can sleep in the guest bedroom tonight," Narcissa growled beneath her breath. At this angle she was as intimidating as her husband.
"I think not," Lucius retorted menacingly as his grey eyes connected with hers. "Nobody tells me what to do in my house."
"Oh, okay. So, it's your house now? What happened to ours?"
"Excuse me?"
"You're as horrible as that filth in the basement."
"How dare you," Lucius seethed and jumped from his chair and in two long strides approached his wife. He raised his hand to slap her across the face but a knock upon his door halted his punishment.
"What?" He shouted as the door opened. "Oh..." he whispered, "I'm glad you finally made it. Sit. Let us discuss our plans."
"How wonderful," the intruder announced as he sat across from Lucius with a smirk across his face, "Oh, how wonderful."
"Mudblood filth, get the fuck over here," a guard screamed as he blasted open the door and grabbed her hair from where she was sitting in the back corner, "Drink this." He then demanded but it wasn't like she had much of a choice as he dumped the bubbling ooze down her throat.
'I'm going to die, I'm going to die.' She thought as her body began to tremble and bubbles formed beneath her skin until it was solid once more.
"And put this on," the guard screeched as he threw a crimson dress in her direction. "Oh, and..." he muttered as he waved his wand. Hermione was instantly cleaned. "Now hurry up."
And it was five minutes later, Hermione had fastened herself inside her dress and sat upon her bunk of a bed when she heard two male voices.
"Do you have her?" One asked.
"No, I told you already that I don't. Quit asking," The second replied. From the obvious drawl it was Lucius.
"Then this one isn't her?"
"No! Just have your fun."
"Okay."
"You should be thankful," Lucius demanded, "For everything I have provided you with."
"Yeah, thank you," the first voice replied with displeasure and insincerity.
And then they were in front of her door. Lucius peered in first with a snarl.
"Her name's Veronica," he muttered, "And she is a mudblood who," he then turned to face Hermione with a mocking smirk, "attempted to break in and kill Narcissa."
"Oh," the first voice growled, "That's horrible."
"So, remember to have your fun," Lucius instructed.
"I will, don't worry."
Lucius left with a nod as the door opened and the owner of the first voice entered. A silver mask covered his eyes which matched the emerald green robes he was dressed in.
"Shut the door and silence the room," he demanded before walking towards Hermione who now had straight, long black hair, blue eyes and long, olive legs. "So, Veronica, what was it that made you attempt to murder Narcissa?"
Hermione stared wide eyed. That voice was familiar, wasn't it?
"Oh, fuck it." The male said, "I don't want you to make me feel any worse about this than I already do." And quickly he performed a silencing charm upon her and Hermione sat there flabbergasted with her eyes screaming, 'what are you going to do to me?'.
His hands quickly went to undo his robe which fell to the floor in a heap leaving the man standing in his boxers.
'Blonde hair,' Hermione thought as he approached her and sat on her bed, 'And silver eyes...Why is he calling me Veronica?' She then touched her hair which was not like her normal bushy curls, 'Fuck...they used the Polyjuice Potion.'
The man then closed his eyes and shook his head. The next second his lips were forcefully against hers. Hermione's attempted scream was drowned within her throat.
And with the next second the mask came off.
And the man pushing her against the bed was no stranger.
The man pushing himself against her was no man.
That boy was Draco Malfoy in all of his glory with his tongue down her throat and his calloused hands rubbing her shoulders.
That boy was supposed to be her friend but to him, she was just another captured mudblood who, unbeknowst to him, was Hermione.
A.N. Okay, I haven't been around for a long time. I know that. Reviews are extremely appreciated and are encouraging. So, if you read this, please reply with something. It urges me to continue this story and the wait between updates hopefully will not be as long.
Thank you.