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CHAPTER 2: RAPTURE
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Hermione opens her eyes again and realizes she is nowhere in sight of her small, suburban muggle home.
She is surrounded by stone walls in a cell with bars and no sound of her parents patrolling the hallway.
Oh thank fucking merlin.
She easily slides the purity ring off her ringer and chucks it down a crack in her cell wall.
"I'm finally free," she sighs in relief, closing her eyes as she leans her head back down against the stony cold walls.
Though she realizes with a shiver this cell could either be a sex dungeon type of cell, or just a torture-torture type of cell.
She bites her lips, wondering which method Lucius will use to make her talk and spill her secrets about the Order.
A tiny naughty smile spreads over her face...She hopes Lucius opts for a romantic torture.
Though...being tortured by an older wizard in a cell for her first time might be a bit rough...to say the least.
So maybe she should hope fancy-pants is too disgusted by her being a muggleborn to touch her and just opts for traditional torture.
Either way, she's looking forward to being tortured by him.
She stifles a moan to herself...oh yes this scenario could play out in many interesting ways.
A click of a door opening is heard and Hermione quickly stands on her feet, prepared to show him absolutely no fear
and only defiance.
She can't let him see her weakness, she thinks as Lucius haughtily walks into her prison cell.
His eyes rake over her matted clothing and hay stuck to the mud on her shoes. "You look absolutely revolting,"
She bites back the disappointment she feels in her throat; she'd been hoping Lucius would call her beautiful and then seduce her subtly against her will. But he did genuinely seem put off by her clothing and messy hair.
Lucius conjured a comb. "It's called a comb, learn how to use it," he sneers condescendingly and throws it at her.
Hermione bites back tears. How dare he.
She takes the comb and throws it back at his stupid, pureblood haughty head. "NO I WILL NEVER COMB MY HAIR BECAUSE YOU COMMAND ME TO! I WILL BE DEFIANT TO THE DIRTY, FINAL END, EVEN IF IT MEANS I HAVE TO ALLOW MY HAIR TO TURN INTO RASTAFARIAN DREADLOCKS, I WILL DO *ANYTHING* TO DEFY YOU!" She coughs to inhale a gulp of air in between all her screaming. "I'm a Gryffindor! Hear me roar!" but her voice chokes out and breaks finally, hurting from all her screaming.
"Getting a bit ahead of yourself?" Lucius whips his wand to sting her cheek and she flinches in pain.
"Good, I like to see you in pain."
"That's called sadomasochism!" she hisses at the annoying blonde, staring daggers at his perfect coiffed hair.
"NO, it's called hating mudbloods," he corrects her. "So get used to it."
Dammit. She'd been hoping for more than just torture and civility, but she tries to hide her disappointment.
Lucius conjures a chair and desk at which he seats himself and then waves his wand again to make a quill and paper appear.
"This is Lucius Malfoy at 3:30 pm on a nice Friday, about to torture the Mudblood Granger for information," he drawls and as he does so, the quill begins to take down his every word, scribbling it in black ink.
Lucius meets his eyes over the quill. His expression icy and unreadable like he was ice pellets in his eyes. He raises his chin in the air to look even more haughtily down at her, though still with an unreadable expression in his eyes.
"When the pen's ink turns black, you are speaking the truth and everything you say will be recorded. Voldemort will later read everything we said here so don't waste or mince about words, Voldemort can be a cutthroat editor and my master will not allow nonsense!" Lucius clears his throat, looking uncomfortable about mentioning his master. But then he fixes his gaze on her. "When the ink turns red, I know you are lying. Don't try to lie to me, mudblood."
"You called me Miss Granger the other day," she whimpers.
"That was yesterday. From now on you're mudblood!"
"I don't like being called mudblood!" Hermione stomps her foot petulantly. How is she going to seduce him if he kept calling her something assocaited with mud?
"Silence!" Lucius hisses harshly, more angry than she's ever seen him.
Her face whips back in an invisible stranglehold as he slaps her face with his magic.
"You will learn your place!"
"Never!"
Lucius gets up from his desk and pulls down his cuff links. "Do you want to *try* my patience?"
"I want to try your patience until you're blue in the face," Hermione says adamantly, chin raised high to show she is not intimated even slightly by him. "I am a Gryffindor," she says stonily. "House of the brave." Her body language inflects the unspoken words of 'come at me'.
Something flinches back in Lucius's face, and his unreadable mask slips momentarily.
"And I, Miss Granger Mudblood, am a Slytherin. We achieve *our ends by any means. And if that means torturing you til you beg me on your knees to not torture you any more or breaking down after I beat you with a feather's touch, I WILL do it. Remorselessly. And relentlessly."
Hermione balls her hands into fists, refusing to show him any fear. Her honey brown eyes blaze with fire as she met his icy ones.
"Do your best," she grits out, and wishes she had shaved in case he does try to use sexual torture as one of his tactics.
"I can read your mind when you stare directly into my eyes like that," Lucius hisses and sneers at her. "I heard your filthy thoughts." He comes towards her and whips out his wand to point it at her nose. "You're completely delusional if you think a wizard such as I, would ever stoop to thinking of a mudblood like you as anything more than a freak of nature and ugly as a pig!"
"How dare you!"
Lucius slaps her on the face this time, with his actual hand. Then takes out hand sanitizer to disinfect himself from touching her mudblood skin.
"Don't make me use my whole bottle of hand sanitizer!" he warns her.
Hermione takes this as a challenge. "Oh I plan to make you run out of your bottle by the time you're done with me!" Perhaps if she got lucky, Lucius would have to douse his whole body with hand sanitizer. And by that time, hopefully he'd be in love with her and throw out the hand sanitizer altogether.
"Insolent stupid little girl, do you think you're brave?!" He hisses sharply and puts on disposable gloves to touch her this time. Holding her by the chin to peer down into her mudblood eyes. "Do you really think you're wise or brave to provoke me, a grown man, like this?!"
"Oh no I don't think I'm brave, I KNOW I'm brave. And you're nothing but a pathetic COWARD who would stoop to hurting a defenseless teenage girl!"
"You know nothing," he grits out and she's never seen him this angry, so much so it frightens her that she may have actually pushed him too far. Was he going to strangle her to death using his disposable gloves. "You stupid girl. You are going to rue the day you met me!"
Oh I plan to see you squirm and die, one day, Hermione thinks bitterly. She already regrets now her decision to come here from her parents house.
So far Lucius Malfoy and his Death Eater friends were just as ruthless authoritarians as her parents...and there promised to be no sex so far either. At least not for another forty two chapters.
"I'm not giving up!" Hermione says valiantly and oh so bravely looking into his icy grey eyes, not breaking eye contact as she imagines them having flagrant fellatio together.
Lucius, who is a mind reader, screams in agony and immediately breaks eye contact so he won't have to see into her filthy mudblood mind together.
"You will not think those thoughts, do you hear me?!" Lucius's voice is a dangerous whisper.
Hermione narrows her eyes even harder as she stares daggers at him. "You can't stop me," and now she thinks hard of Lucius stroking her thigh before they make love and Lucius giving her piggy back rides through a magical forest like Bella does with Edward.
Her fantasies, and torturing of Lucius Malfoy, however, are brought to a sudden halt as Lucius takes out his wand. "CRUCIO!" he shouts madly.
She immediately falls to the ground, rolling around in, heat, heat. Pain. Somebody making her wait too long in the drive-thru window. Popeye's chicken
sandwiches are all sold out! AHHH! Agony! I can't take it any longer. Stop stop stop! Make it stop!
Hermione realizes she has been screaming at the top of her lungs when the spell finally ends and she is on the floor, panting, whilst Lucius looks down at her
victoriously.
"Not a pleasant spell, is it, mudblood? Not so brave now are you?" he taunts and laughs cruelly at her suffering.
Hermione takes all her inner strength and resolve to shakily try to get back off the floor. "You," she hisses. "Will. Not. Break. me. down."
Lucuis raises one elegant, blond eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
She doesn't like the dangerous way he is smirking at her. As if he has some inside joke she doesn't know about.
"Yes!" she spits. "Nothing you can do can possibly break me down. I WILL not be broken!"
"Have it your way, mudblood," he says in disgust before he conjures a bucket of Popeye's Southern Style Friend chicken. He spares her a sneer as he dips his hand into the bucket to retrieve a juicy leg. "Revoltingly delicious, isn't it, your muggle food?"
He bites into the crispy chicken and she rolls around in pain. She covers her ears madly. Trying to make it stop.
But she can hear him devouring the crispy chicken as if he is deliberately gnashing his teeth in to eat it as loudly as possible.
When she opens her eyes to finally stare at him in shock, she sees Lucius indeed is chewing as loudly as possible and has eaten almost half the bucket.
"What's wrong, mudblood? Hungry?"
Her stomach twists in agony. She hasn't eaten in a whole day and he knows that perfectly.
Her eyes water. "Give me...give me just one piece, please, Lucius, if you have any humanity, I know you're not a robot, somewhere in there is a soul," she begs, not caring at the moment if she is losing her dignity. Greater men than her have lost their lives over Popeyes chicken.
Lucius sneers before he rips off the meat from another piece before he dangles the chewed up bone with an elegant hand. "Your turn mudblood, it's all you deserve!" Then he picks up the bucket of chicken and the containers of coleslaw and bread buns and drops them deliberately on the cell floor.
"NO!" Her voice hoarsely breaks as Lucius takes one booted foot and grinds the chicken and coleslaw into an inedible pile of dirty, mixed in with the straw and mud already on the stone floor.
"Eat up, it's all you muggles deserve, mud! Isn't that what you eat at home?" His eyes flicker in pleasure at her suffering. "Dear Merlin, compared to the pure mud cakes you are undoubtedly served at home, by your filthy muggle parents, this," he pointed at the muck on the floor, "must be a relative feast! Eat up!"
"You bastard," she chokes out.
He turns elegantly on his heel, clicking his wand against his palm. "I rather enjoyed today," he speaks cruelly, almost to himself. "My look at the hour! How the time flies when you're having fun!"
Hermione takes all her inner resolve to not attack him right now, or let him Crucio her again.
Instead she lifts her chin defiantly to stare him in the eyes as her mind thinks the most dirty thoughts of them having sex together. This is the only way she can torture him back.
But Lucius is a coward and breaks eye contact immediately before he can read her mind and have her dirty imagination slip into his mind.
"Not going to work!" Lucius grits out between clenched teeth before he uses invisible magic to slap her again. He sneers as he uses his magic to create glasses and place them over his eyes. "You're going to have to try A LOT harder if you want to play on my level of cruelty!"
She shudders, knowing with his legilimens-proof glasses, she is powerless to infiltrate his mind with anymore thoughts of them touching.
"You can't do this! It's cheating!" she stares at him defiantly but she can tell he can't read her thoughts anymore, otherwise he'd grimace at her thinking how hot he looked in glasses.
"I'll do anything I want," bespectacled Lucius glares at her, protected from her mind. "This is war. You didn't think we'd play fair, would you?" He laughs down at her.
Then turning dramatically in his billowing robes, he slams the cell door shut loudly and she finally breaks down now that she is alone.
She curls into a ball by the floor and cries herself to sleep. She doesn't care how pathetic she's being.
What Lucius did to her, was, simply: inhumane.
No. no. no. Got to get home. Oh Merlin god why did I ever forsake my parents?! At least they fed me home cooked meals instead of torturing me!
She desperately gets on her hands and knees to search her cell for the purity ring she tossed so unlovingly earlier today. How ungrateful and stupid she had been! Her parents love her. Even if they did torture her by saying she couldn't have a boyfriend.
She breathes out in relief when she finds the simple silver band and slips it back on her finger. "I'm so sorry, daddy," she whispers, and hopes her parents relocate to a new house before Lucius comes back and kills them both in their sleep. Lucius would probably kill her too, if his torture didn't manage to all its own...unless she manages to make Lucius fall in love with her by then.
Hermione sighs.
Perhaps she needed different tactics. Men could smell desperation from a mile away and if she was ever going to lose her virginity to a tough, evil wizard...perhaps she needed to seem less willing like she didn't want it.
Hermione's face lit up in a devious smile as she reached down a hand to scoop up some muddy coleslaw and feed it to her starving stomach.
She had to *pretend* to not like Lucius, or want him to touch her. And then maybe, just maybe, he might think it would be another cruel way to torture...and he'd do it.
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end of chapter 2
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