Chapter 5:: To Wish Upon a Hex
Explicit, Non-consensual Sex!!! This is your warning! If you're offended by it, skip the flashback.
Hermione sighed silently as the three blondes looked at her expectantly. Draco's expression solely said I told you so; Lucius was blank, merely upset his wife had come to meddle; and then there was Narcissa. Narcissa bore the best expression of them all. She had a starry eyed look and her pale skin seemed to radiate with joy.
"Are you not upset that your son is marrying out of pure blood?" It was an honest question on her mind.
"Lucius is furious with the law."
"Mrs. Malfoy, this may sound rude, and that is not my intentions I assure you; but I can't stand the thought of marrying into a family that tortured me in their house. I can't just idly accept something so openly. I know that people have changed since the war, and I want to believe that of you, too. However, it's something that bears a deep scar for me, a wound that never healed. I cannot accept such a relationship with your son."
"Granger…" Draco had finally spoken. He didn't realize she was still holding onto it. The events that took place in his very own home. He seemed almost sad for her. He did pity her, he felt awful for what he did to her. But, he had done what was asked of him. His part in the war was to be a double agent for the Order. His role was so secret that not even the regular members knew he was. Only Dumbledore, Severous, and McGonagall knew. He had to obey Voldemort at all costs no matter what.
"Don't even try, Malfoy. I'm over prejudices, I was never prejudiced to begin with. But that… that was too much for me. Do you understand how much therapy I went to over that ordeal? And then when Ron found out… It got worse. I had even more therapy. It caused a lot of problems for me, Malfoy and this is what I'm left with; the shambles of a broken future!" Tears were welling up in her eyes. "I don't want to marry someone like you. You may have changed… but I'll always see you the way you were that night." Her last sentence was soft, quiet and showed her vulnerability. His mother had a deep look of remorse on her long face. Lucius seemed to be deeply contemplating secrets in his mind. Draco had anger rising to him.
"Granger, I did what I had to for Potter to save everyone's ass."
"I don't care. It ruined my life. But I guess a manslut like you don't have values that would make something like that special."
"I understand it hurt you. I do, I promise. But I doubt that hurt twice as much as what the weasel did. Your own boyfriend at the time."
That was the weak spot. He hit it home and she broke down and lost it. "DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!" Hermione screamed. It had hurt her so much when it happened and even every time she saw Ron in the hall she wanted nothing more than to Avada him. He was so horrible that time.
Flashback
The manor was evil, dark and damp. A young Hermione was scared out of her mind. She had been forced to lay there, embarrassed by her skimpy dress. They had shredded her jeans and T-shirt, they said she would not need it.
Voldemort made her stomach churn with the need to vomit. His cold, long and rigid fingers trailed down her exposed abdomen as goosebumps prickled across her cold, pale skin. She knew she was beginning to turn blue from the cold. Voldemort gave a sickening laugh that made her skin crawl. She wanted nothing more than to escape this place.
"What a filthy mudblood." Voldemort cackled, lowering his face to her center. She screamed loudly as Voldemort's nose brushed her most sacred of regions. He inhaled her scent deeply as he rubbed his nose against her panty-clad, lower lips. He allowed his tongue to come forward, lapping at her as she screamed her protest and the inner circle of Death Eaters watched; Lucius Malfoy among them.
"Where is Draco?!" Voldemort bellowed out.
"Here, my Lord." Draco stepped forward, bowing deeply.
"Drink." Voldemort commanded as Wormtail brought a small phial of green liquid.
Draco eyed Snape no longer than necessary to see his approval or disapproval. When Snape nodded the safety, Draco bowed, "Yes, my Lord." Draco downed the potion in one go and instantly felt cooled in his testicles.
"You understand, Draco? It's a fertility potion. Impregnate the girl." Draco's eyes grew wide as he quickly looked to Snape who nodded. Hermione, who was watching the ordeal in terror, screamed out another protest that fell on deaf ears.
"She's sure to get pregnant with one go?" Draco asked it more out of hopes she wouldn't, but Voldemort took it as a mark of his disgust thinking about touching a mudblood.
"Her tainted blood isn't contagious, my son." He gave a hearty cackle, "She has been given 3 fertility potions in the last 2 days, she should get pregnant on the first try. If not we continue until she does."
"Why me, sir?"
"You're getting brash. Do you dare defy me?"
"No, my Lord. I intend to carry out whatever you ask of me. I am simply curious to your motives. I was under the impression your plan was to rid the world of her filth, not bring more in."
"Ahh. Ever the clever one, eh my boy?" He laughed once more. "We need an heir, in case you fail. One we can raise from birth. Also, getting her pregnant will disable her from battle. Her friends will also most likely suffer for her. It can't hurt to have her impregnated."
"I understand, my Lord. I will try my best to fulfill your wishes, my Lord." Draco heard Hermione scream once more, this time she was sobbing as well. He walked over to her, unclasping her bra and sliding her panties down; all the while his face emotionless and blank. Hermione looked at him with teary eyes, her pleading soft, her hand on his chest to bar a distance.
She whispered to him, "Please… Draco… Don't do this." Her voice was meak and it sent a pange of guilt surging through the blond.
"My Lord!"
"Yes, my boy?"
"Can we silence the girl? Her protests are killing my mood."
"Of course, my boy. I, myself, prefer the screams of protest… but do as you need. I think we should all go and set our next plan in motion. Severous!"
Severous came forward, silent. "Brew us up some pregnancy detection potions. I want to know within a week's time if she's pregnant. I believe three times a day every day is enough for Draco to conceive."
"Of course, my Lord." Severous walked out as did Voldemort, leaving Draco to Hermione.
Draco walked over to her and ran a finger down her dirty face, covered with soot and dirt from four days ago when she was captured. He looked into her fearful eyes, regretting what he was about to do.
"Draco…"
"Granger, don't say my name like we're friends. Don't say my name at all. I don't want to hear you speak." He sounded cold, angry, and upset. "The faster you get pregnant the less I'll have to do this to you."
"I don't want to be—"
"I didn't ask if you wanted to get pregnant. You heard the Dark Lord. You have to get pregnant. Or we both die."
"I'd rather die than bear your child."
"It doesn't matter. Once it's born you'll never see him or her again." Draco didn't have a smirk like she expected, he didn't have cold eyes of steel; his eyes were warm, comforting and regretful. "I don't want to do this anymore than you want it to happen. But to save both our asses, it has to happen." She only just now realized that he had been whispering.
Draco moved to unclasp her bra, exposed her already cold skin to the damp air. Her skin prickled with goose bumps. Draco ran a warm hand down her abdomen as he leaned in and gave the crook of her neck a gentle nip.
Within moments, Hermione lay naked in front of him; her most sacred center opened to his viewing pleasure. He started to position himself, confident not to miss; when she felt him at her opening, her eyes shut tightly and she held her breath. When Draco shoved into her it was like a thousand knives slicing into her. She could feel the thin tissue of her hymen give way to him and that was the end of that. She had lost everything and finally been broken. She was no longer the pure Hermione. This night would change her forever.
After nine "sessions", as Voldemort so kindly titled them, Hermione conceived with Draco. Ecstatic by the word, Voldemort moved her to a clean room with access to clean water and provided her with 5 meals a day. It was never as comfortable as she would have been outside of captivity; but considering her position, it sure beat the freezing dungeons. She had nine months to live. Nine months to build this child and birth it; then they would kill her.
AN::
Hey guys! Another update. I currently have three chapter stories running (I don't know if they'll all make it to completion….) But I am wanting to say that I hope they will. I actually quite enjoy them. So anyway
For the next two weeks I have final exams and a bunch of crap to do to get ready for my summer semester and my fall semester. So, I will be slow in updating. My education comes first. =)
