DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ITS CHARACTERS
Chapter 6
Hermione popped into a huge marbleised hall with Draco and Bob gripping her arms. Somehow along the way, she had been dressed in her school robes. A few seconds later, Harry, Bill and Ben appeared, closely followed by Malfoy.
"Well, well, well. Lucious, I see you have accomplished the task I set you." came His voice.
"Yes, my Lord." Lucious said, getting down on one knee at the foot of the huge marble staircase.
Voldemort Apparated at the top of the stairs and looked down at his Death Eaters and 'guests'.
"Hermione?" Voldemort asked, as if she had popped in for tea. "What a pleasant surprise. Those won't be necessary, Lucius." He said, pointing to the ropes binding her hands.
Lucious stepped forward to Hermione, roughly grabbed her hands and ripped the ropes and duck-tape from her. When he stepped away from her, she rubbed her wrists and her mouth.
"Take Potter down to the dungeons." Voldemort ordered as he started to walk down the stairs.
As Bill and Ben were about to lead Harry down some nearby steps, Hermione ran forward and roped her arms around Harry's waist.
"What's this, then?" Voldemort asked, now at the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm not leaving him." Hermione said, standing her ground.
"Lucius." Was all Voldemort said.
Malfoy stepped forward and prised Hermione away from Harry and pulled her a few feet away from him.
"No!" she screamed, desperately trying to claw her way out of Malfoy's grip. "No! Harry!"
"Let her go!" Harry shouted as Bill and Ben started to remove him from the room. "Let her go!"
"Harry, such a tone." Voldemort waved his hand lazily at Harry and duck-tape appeared on his mouth. He walked over to Hermione and stopped in front of her. She was still clawing at Malfoy's restraining arms but had no success. "You, my dear . . . . . what shall I do with you?" he asked himself sarcastically, tapping his foot as if thinking. He lifted his hand and ran his knuckles lightly across her face and smiled as she flinched and tried to move away. "Take her to my quarters."
"No! No! Let me go!" she screamed and Lucious handed her over to Draco and Bob, who dragged her up the stairs and along corridors.
"Granger, be quiet! You're making this far more difficult than this needs to be!" Draco snapped.
"Let me go!" she screamed, ignoring Draco's 'advice'.
They came to a wooden door, snakes carved all over it as a pattern. Draco opened the door and they pushed her inside.
"Night night." Draco joked and closed and locked the door. She ran up to it and pulled on the door handle, but nothing happened. She tried it again, almost ripping it from the wood but still nothing happened.
"Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger!" she repeated under her breath as she pulled again, and again, and again. She gave up after a few minutes and looked around the room.
The walls were not stone as the corridors were. They were elegant, dark varnished wood that matched everything in the room. The floor was the same - varnished dark wood. There was a double window, covered by thin black silk curtains. A bed, bigger than a king-size was against one wall, a small end table both sides of it. A door lead into - what Hermione assumed was - the bathroom. All in all, the room was very big.
She heaved a great sigh and sat on the bed, cautiously, expecting some evil creature to jump out at her. But nothing happened. She saw a nearby clock: 3:30AM.
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When the clock struck 4AM, the door opened and in came Voldemort. Hermione looked up, terror all over her face.
"Don't worry, my dear. I'm not going to hurt you. Only talk."
"Where's Harry?" she asked, ignoring his introduction.
"In the dungeons. But let us not drift off topic."
"Why me? Why do you need me?"
"The prophecy."
"But why did it say me?"
"My dear. You don't know your own history? Surely Dumbledore has told you?" Hermione shook her head, a few locks of hair tossing around. "Why, you are the other descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself!" he said, a true smile on his snake like face.
"Excuse me?" was all she could say.
"Yes, my dear. Salazar Slytherin. Not Godric Gryffindor. Not Rowena Ravenclaw. Not Helga Hufflepuff. Slytherin."
He walked over to Hermione. He stood in front of her and crouched down in front of her. He put his hands gently on her knees, which made her flinch but only slightly.
"You are evil at heart and I intend to bring that out from within you."
He slowly started to slide his hands up her legs to her hips. He stood up, pulling her up with him by the hips and held her close to him. He was about a head taller than her, but it didn't stop him.
"Join me, Hermione." He whispered seductively in her ear. "Become your true self. You're not a Gryffindor, you're a Slytherin. You were meant to be in Slytherin."
He laid her gently on her back on the bed and climbed over her. He had enchanted her with a spell, putting her in a light sleep. She was conscious, but was too tired to do anything.
He started to unbutton her robes, whilst gently kissing her neck. She didn't want it but her arms and legs felt like lead, she was so tired.
Her robes were open, exposing her white shirt. He started kissing his way up her neck, along her jaw-line and slowly onto her mouth. As soon as this happened, she snapped out of the spell and tried to push him off her. He simply clamped her hands by her head with his hands and he muttered a spell under his breath, opening her shirt, exposing her bra and stomach.
He smiled down at her and started to kiss her stomach, making her flinch. He traced his tongue all the way up her stomach, in between her breasts and stopped at her neck. He pulled her into a sitting position and pulled her robes off her and threw them on the floor. Her shoes and socks flew off by themselves and her skirt followed, leaving her in her underwear.
He pulled off her bra, planting kisses on her breasts as he started on her briefs.
"Stop it! Please! Stop!" she begged.
"No, Hermione. I won't stop. You know it to be true." He whispered softly in her ear.
He murmured another spell under his breath and her bra and briefs flew off.
"No!"
"Hermione, stop resisting me." He ordered gently. "This is what you were meant to do."
"No!" she screeched, trying to free her hands, only to no success.
"Hermione, you really are creating a bit of a bother of yourself. You wouldn't want anything to happen to the Boy, now, would you?"
"You're threatening me with Harry?" she asked, not believing him.
"I believe I am, yes." He crawled off her and walked over to the door. "I'll leave you here. Let you . . . . . . think it over. Goodnight, my dear." He said and left.