MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING.
This explores sexual assault in a very raw manner. There are no full on descriptive scenes (They were removed) apart from one which had to be that way to get a full picture of what is going on.
Please do not read if you are sensitive to sexual and physical assault.
This isn't a creepy rape fetish thing. This is a story that will explore the aftermath of that. So please don't comment, telling me that I'm a creep or whatever. You're choosing to read on despite this warning.
I do not own this concept, but these are my words.
Enjoy.
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Hermione heard the lock click; a sound she had gotten used to in a place where the only noise she could hear was the dripping of the toilet beside her bed.
She sat up, straining her eyes in the dark, preparing for the light that she knew would penetrate into her skull and burn at her retinas.
"Here's your food you filthy mudblood. Things are about to change around here so you better gather your strength" came the voice of a random death eater. She didn't know his name but recognised his voice as one of the regulars.
Every day was different. Some days it would be a death eater who was tasked with bringing her food, sometimes Narcissa herself would levitate a tray to her and a few times, Draco had done it.
In the dim light of the rusty lantern she was given, she looked to the stone wall beside her bed. She had started a tally on day seven to keep track of how long she had held captive for and with the rock she had used to create the others, she marked her 25th day of imprisonment.
The food was barely tolerable. Almost like the scraps from the breakfast table where the Malfoys ate. It was enough to sustain her, but never to satisfy her hunger. She thought back to before she was taken by the snatchers and scoffed at the idea that she, Harry and Ron thought they were hungry back then. She thought about the mushroom soup that she used to make for the boys and envisioned the three of them sitting by the bottled blue flame in the tent, sipping their soup, planning their next adventure.
She hoped beyond hope that they got away, that the snatchers only caught her, and that Harry and Ron managed to escape somehow. Despite her initial pleas, no one had told her a single thing. She had been tortured for information upon her arrival at Malfoy Manor and Bellatrix had used a cursed blade to spill her blood and carve the work 'mudblood' on her arm, but Hermione did not relent. She gave them nothing. She refused to tell a soul about the horcruxes or about the sword of Gryffindor.
She ate the toast crusts and sipped the warm water that smelt like it may have had a used tea bag dunked in it a few times, wondering what the death eater meant when he told her things were about to change. The idea that she may have a reprieve from this isolated dungeon was like music to Hermione's ears. That she should gather her strength was concerning though. She hadn't had much opportunity to do so, with limited food and very little space to do anything physical.
She picked the last crumbs of food off her place and licked it clean. It seemed to have been the dirty plate of someone else because despite having not been given bacon and eggs, she could taste remnants of egg yolk and bacon in the juices that remained. Once upon a time, the thought would have disgusted her. Now though, she would take what she could get.
She slid her plate under the bars of the iron door and waited for someone to return. No one ever really spoke to her and certainly no one ever ventured into her room. The tray was always placed just under the bars without a word being spoken and the person would just leave. Sometimes she would sense hesitation in the way that they turned, especially in Narcissa. She seemed to fight some inner demon and had, on a couple of occasions, left something extra, like half a muffin or an extra-large crumb from a cake.
Hermione stood and stretched her arms upwards. Her hands touched the moist ceiling and she recalled them quickly. The sat on the edge of the metal framed bed and was grateful that she was at least given a mattress. Thin as it may be, it was still better than what she had slept on for the first week. The stone floor was as uninviting now as it was when she was thrown in the room and bounced off the floor, bloody and bruised.
It must have been morning, because she was only ever fed in the mornings. Despite this, she laid on her bed and closed her eyes, wishing for sleep to come. It rarely did.
She had recited all the names of the potions she could remember and listed their ingredients in her head when the outside lock clicked again. She sat up, not expecting anyone to be coming to her. She had already been fed. Why was someone coming for her now? Was this the change the death eater was talking about?
She squinted towards the lighter part of the dungeon where the door stood, preventing her from leaving and waited to see who would enter.
She was relieved to see the younger Malfoy enter, as he had never had the occasion to belittle or degrade her. She had thought that since her arrival, he had seemed different. Less harsh perhaps.
She sat back on her bed and watched, as his fingers felt for the lock and opened the iron door. That door hadn't been opened in weeks. She sat with her mouth open, surprised to see that it did. Her mind had, at some point, convinced her that the door was broken and would never open.
As Draco entered the stone room, he looked around and screwed up his nose.
"Do you know why I'm here?" he asked her.
She tried to speak, but her voice hadn't been used in such a long time. She cleared her throat.
"No" she answered, looking to him for a clue.
"Don't look at me" he spat, making her jump. She looked at the floor, at his feet. He had shiny black shoes on and his trousers were perfectly long enough that they rested just at his ankles. She noticed his laces were tied perfectly symmetrical and there was not a single mark on his shoes.
"The dark lord requires you to produce a child" he said.
She looked up at him in shock. A child? How? When? Surely not in here?
"I said don't look at me" he spat again, stepping closer to her, forcing her to retreat against the cold wall.
"I don't understand" she said, her voice small and timid.
"Undress" he commanded. This was not the Draco Malfoy she expected. He had always been cruel, he had always teased her, tripped her, cursed her and hated her, but this… This was something she didn't think he was capable of.
"Undress? What do you mean?" she asked.
"For someone so bright, you're certainly very stupid. Take off your clothes and lay on the bed" he demanded.
"What? You're going to rape me?" she asked, not able to retreat any further as he stepped closer.
"As I said, the dark lord requires you to produce a child. He wants that process to begin now. If you don't willingly participate, I am to force you to" he said, grabbing her by the front of her shirt.
He was quick and he was rough and when he was done, she didn't look at him or even hear him leave as she curled up into the foetal position and closed her eyes.
What could have been a few hours later, she woke to the sound of a pop in her cell. An elf stood at the side of her bed, holding what looked to be some kind of robe. The elf looked to be incredibly sad and forlorn as she handed the clothes to her.
"Young master wishes for his prisoner to bathe" the elf said, clicking its fingers so a tub appeared at the opposite side of the room.
Hermione winced in pain as she stood up from the bed, still clutching the sheet around her naked body. She felt the wetness between her legs as she stepped towards the tub and wondered if it was blood or semen but then decided she didn't care to find out.
Hermione stepped into the tub which was surprisingly filled with warm water. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend that she was at home, at her parents' home, in her tub with a book. The stinging from between her legs reminded her that she was not, and suddenly, the idea of a bath was not as comforting as it once might have been.
She quickly washed, dried and dressed in the clothes that the elf provided her. She was not given underwear and thought that this must be a sign that today was just the beginning. This wasn't going to stop. It was only going to get worse.
That night, she was given an actual meal. A sausage and a small pile of mashed potatoes on a plate was slid under a door by a death eater who seemed to be laughing under his breath.
"What? What is so funny?" she demanded, anger coursing through her body.
"Here's your food. Be ready for tomorrow" he said, and he turned and left through the door which clicked as he locked it.
She ate her food, wondering what tomorrow would bring.
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When tomorrow came, she woke and marked the 26th day of her imprisonment on the wall, before turning and sitting on the edge of her bed. She was still sore from the day before and tears filled her eyes at the thought of what had happened. She heard about girls being raped, she knew it happened, but somehow, she always felt that being a witch meant that it would never, could never happen to her.
Her breakfast came with a click of the lock and a slide of the tray under the bars and she was shocked to see that there was an actual fried egg on the plate with an entire piece of toast and a small piece of bacon.
"What is this?" she asked the random death eater.
"You're too thin" he said, before leaving.
She ate the food greedily, in minutes and pushed the tray back under the door. Her stomach seemed to have shrunk, because with that small meal, she found herself feeling quite full.
She laid back on the bed and closed her eyes, exhausted from the meal and a night of restless sleep.
She was woken later that day by the sound of the lock clicking and footsteps approaching.
"Clothes off mudblood" came the voice of the laughing death eater from the night before. She panicked and covered herself with the blanket.
"I won't say it again" he said, entering the iron barred door and yanking the blanket off of her.
"No, please I can't. I'm still… I haven't recovered from yesterday" she said, unable to fathom the idea of someone doing that to her again, so soon.
"I don't care. I do what the dark lord tells me to do and right now, he wants someone to come in here every day until you can produce a child" he said, feeling like a slap to the face for Hermione.
She froze, not able to comprehend what he had told her. Someone would be in here, everyday? Surely not?
She was brought out of her thoughts with a backhand to the face that made her roll almost off the bed.
"Clothes off" he demanded.
It was worse that the day before, if it was possible. The pain of having her virginity taken was amplified by the fact that she was still in so much pain.
He was also quite violent, having choked her to stop her sobbing, then slapped her across the face again when he was done, leaving a mark from a ring that he wore.
A new robe appeared at the end of her bed and she used the cold bath water and her tattered robe to clean herself before curling up into a ball and going to sleep.
The days that followed were a repeat of the ones previous. The food was better, but the animals that visited her became more and more disgusting. On the fourth day, she was raped by Lucius Malfoy himself, who did not speak, did not touch her unless he had to, and got the job over and done with quickly.
It became like routine. Breakfast, sleep, rape, sleep, dinner, sleep. Sometimes the elf would bring her new robes if they had been torn or had become too dirty. She had been given a small sink with a tap so she could wash, however, it only had cold water.
On the 33rd day of her imprisonment, Draco Malfoy returned.
"Just get this over with, Malfoy" she spat when he entered the room.
He seemed to take it easier on her than the rest. He wasn't violent or purposely cruel. But still, he raped her. That was all it took for him to be just like them.
When he asked her if she had been a virgin prior to her being here, he became angry and confused when she said she was.
"Fucking hell, you should have said something" he said, pacing back and forth after he had finished with her.
"What did you want me to do? Say, hey sicko, can you go easy while you're raping me, I'm still a virgin" she said.
"Yes, exactly fucking that" he said.
"The others. You don't like them?" He asked.
"I don't like any of you" she said.
"But they're violent?" he asked.
"You've got no fucking idea" she spat.
She rolled her eyes as she hastily put her dress back on.
"I'll keep them away" he said, leaving through the iron doors.
She laid in her bed and closed her eyes. For some reason, the conversation she had just had, made her more angry than when she was raped by a death eater who liked to slap her or the one who liked choking her till she almost passed out. So far, there had been a couple who had been twice and a couple who been once. The ones who visited more than once were the ones she feared the most, they were the ones who seemed to have some anger issues to resolve and used her as a punching bag.
Malfoy had not kept to his word, as the following day, the death eater who liked to choke her was the one to visit. She must have blacked out at some point because she didn't remember it ending and when she came to, she was in a heap on the floor.
The days were agonising and by the time Malfoy returned for the third time, she was ready to give up. She had been choked, beaten and cut with a knife.
"I got married" he said, as if he were there for a friendly visit
"Why are you here then? Shouldn't you be with your wife?" she hissed at him.
"I'm just telling you. I said I would keep them away, and I didn't. Because I got married. Not by choice" he said.
"You almost look sad" she said.
"I'm not" he said as he forced himself on her. She didn't resist, didn't fight. By now, it was just another aspect of her day and if it was Malfoy, then at least she would be beaten.
"My wife is unable to have children" he said after he was done and put his pants back on.
"And that's where I come in?" she asked.
"I don't know what the dark lord's plans are" he said.
"Well, if you're planning on forcing me to conceive a child and take it as your own, why all the others? What is the goal here?" she asked, sitting up on the bed.
"Fuck Granger, I don't know. I just do what I'm forced to do" he said, running his hand through his hair.
"Forced?" she asked.
"Told. Told to do" he said.
"Are you imperiorised?" she asked.
"Would it make a difference if I was?" he asked
She contemplated this.
"I guess not. You're still one of the sick fucks who visits me daily to rape me" she said.
"You need to stop. Just deal with it. It's going to happen. The more you resist, the harder it will get. Look at your face for fucks sake. That's what happens when you resist. Just let them get on with it" he said.
"You're not as smart as you look Malfoy. You think I'm all placid with you and just fighting the dirty old men off? I don't do a single thing. They beat me regardless" she said.
"That's not what they say" he said.
"Well they're rapists. You want to know what really happens? She asked, and she told him about one of the more brutal experiences she had had over the last few days where she was beaten then almost strangled to death.
"That's not… This isn't what this was supposed to be" he said.
"You're so fucking stupid Malfoy. They're given free access to me. To rape me and to torture and abuse me however they want. No repercussions, no fallout, no rules and no one to dob on them. They do whatever they want to me. I'm a piece of meat to them and when they get bored with raping me, what next? I'll die down here before your precious Dark Lord gets his torture baby" she said, putting her clothes on and laying down, covering herself with her tattered blanket.
No one came for her the next day.
On day 39 she sat in her cold damp cell after breakfast, waiting for the click of the door. She had her clothes off before the death eater had opened the iron bars. She was now convinced that if she was naked and standing beside her bed, she could easily comply with their demands and they were less likely to hurt her.
Despite her compliance, this was by far the worst one yet. He yelled at her as he assaulted her, telling her how Malfoy had threatened him and gotten him into trouble for hurting her. He told her that she hadn't seen pain yet and then showed her exactly how bad it could be, in every way possible, before he smacked her so hard that she passed out.
When she woke, she was fully clothed in her bed. A wound on her head had been cleaned and dressed and her blanket was new. She wondered briefly if she had been rescued but when she noticed the iron bars and the two trays of food at the bottom, she realised she was still in her hell.
By the looks of the food, she had slept through dinner and it was now breakfast. She marked day 40 on her wall.
She ate both trays of food as she was starving and sat on her bed, awaiting the inevitable.
A few hours later, like clockwork, the lock clicked and in walked Malfoy.
"You're not pregnant yet" he said to her.
"How kind of you to oblige me with that information" she said, guessing someone had brought a healer to see her.
"Look, Granger…" he said.
"You don't have to say or do anything. Just get on with it so I can go back to enjoying my day" she said.
"You can enjoy this" he said.
"I will never enjoy this" she said.
"No, I mean, you can enjoy this. I can make you enjoy this" he said.
"I don't think so" she said.
He looked over her for a moment before stepping towards her.
"Lay down" he said.
She obliged.
He knelt at the end of her bed and parted her legs. She turned to look at the familiar spot on the wall that she had since carved into a wand, bracing herself for him to climb up her and take away another piece of her. She almost lept off the mattress when she felt his tongue on her.
She knew he was trying to prove something, to make himself appear as different to the scumbags that would hit her and choke her and cut her with knives, but while he was doing this against her will he would always be…..
Her thoughts left her as his tongue pressed against a place she didn't know existed. She wanted to push him away, in fact, she tried, but he wandlessly tied her hands to the head of the bed. He continued, and her body jolted, like it had been shocked. She felt something inside of her change. She tried to resist, but her body was begging her to let it happen. Her breathing increased and she felt a strange warmth spread all throughout her body. She felt like a piece of string that was wound up tight and he was trying to undo her with his mouth. Her mind tried to tell her how wrong this was, how much she didn't want it, but her body was climbing, building, reaching for that place she knew by instinct would be there. Just when she thought she might reach it, he stopped and moved to quickly thrust himself inside of her. She was caught in the moment of what she thought must be pleasure. It felt like she wanted it to go on, to keep building, to get to a crescendo, and it seemed like he was desperate to make that happen. But still… she was being raped.
Even though she hated it, she hated him, she didn't want this, she was feeling good. He touched her new found sensitive spot with his thumb as he continued and within moments, that string snapped, she had built higher than she thought she could and now she peaked at the height of her first orgasm, which she rode out with cries of both pleasure and torment.
He came within seconds of her and untied her hands. As he stood and pulled on his pants, Hermione laid there, unsure of what to think.
He had just made her enjoy being raped. Had he? Had she enjoyed it? Her body certainly seemed to react to what he was doing and, ordinarily, she guessed it would be a thing she would like.
"See, you can enjoy it" he said. Bringing her out of her thoughts.
"I didn't enjoy that, Malfoy" she said.
"I felt it. Your body liked what I did" he said.
His words were almost worse than the act itself. Her body betrayed her, and he was rubbing it in her face.
"The dark lord wants me to have an heir. He doesn't seem to like how you're being treated, now that he is aware… so he has put a stop to the rest of them coming down here" he said.
"Wow, how wonderful" she said sarcastically.
"It doesn't have to be this way" he said.
"How should it be? I'm in a fucking dungeon, being raped daily by a gang of mad men and their little protégé so I can get pregnant and give the baby over to you… and then what? What happens then? I outlive my usefulness and then what Malfoy?" she yelled, still overcome by the rush of confusion, adrenaline and things she couldn't place, that were driving her fearlessness.
"I don't know. Ok. I have no idea. I didn't want this. I didn't ask for this. I am being forced to do this just as much as you are. I don't want to hurt you. If I have to do this, I want to make it feel good for you" he yelled. "I will try and make it feel good for you" he said, quieter.
"Well poor little you, had to rape me against your will. I guess we're both victims now, but hey, at least you can say you made me feel good" she said, turning over in her bed and facing the wall.
"Granger… please… I'm trying. I got them to bring you more food, I got them to bring you that tub and the sink. Come on, I'm trying to make this as bearable as possible" he said.
"You know what? Next time you want to make this bearable, don't do it in a dirty dungeon. If you want me to have your heir, to get pregnant and give you my child, I want some fucking dignity back. I want to be treated like a fucking human being and I want a proper bed, a proper bathroom and some real clothes. I'll let you rape me Malfoy, Merlin knows, this has become my life now, but this place is fucked. I'll kill myself before I have a child in here" she yelled.
He made to retort, but she cut him off, "Go...! Leave!".
And he did.
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She didn't see or hear from anyone for days. She had marked off day 44 as her stomach made noises. She hadn't eaten in 5 days.
She couldn't do anything apart from lay in her bed and mark off the days. The darkness seemed to penetrate her very soul and dive deep within her body. It was almost as though there were a hundred dementors in her little dungeon room. There was no reason to continue breathing and for a moment, she felt like if she just held her breath long enough, she might pass out and not wake up.
She wasn't so lucky.
That night, the locks clicked, but she didn't have the energy to lift her head up to see who was there.
"Get up, you're being moved" she heard Malfoy say.
"I think I'll just lay here till I die" she said, barely able to make out the words.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, looking around.
"I'm going to die here Malfoy, aren't you happy?" she asked, rolling onto her back.
"Well I arranged for you to have a room" he said.
"Let me guess, right beside you and your wife, so you can lay beside her after being with me?" she said.
He picked her up with a hand under her back and knees and walked her out of the room. She hadn't been out of there in almost 2 months. He climbed a set of stairs with her and walked through several rooms and down several hallways before pushing open a door with his foot.
"Here, lay down, I'll get an elf to come look at you" he said, placing her on the large soft bed. She wanted to sink into the depths of it. It felt like heaven.
"I'm fine. I'm just weak Malfoy. I haven't eaten in days" she said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You said you made arrangements for me to have more food. I yelled at you. You stopped the food. Consider your punishment served" she said.
"That's not… I didn't… I haven't been here. I had to do something away from the Manor" he said.
"Well, tell whoever is responsible for me that they almost killed me" she said, rolling over and closing her eyes.
"Don't go to sleep, I'll have some soup brought to you" he said.
"Whatever" she moaned and closed her eyes.