A Simply Horrible Summer
Chapter Five: Blood and Potions
(warning: contains scenes of a sexual nature.)
Hermione's body was covered in a cold sweat. She panted as she went over her dream in her mind, wondering what it could possibly mean. Probably nothing at all, she thought. Just a nightmare; yeah, definitely a nightmare. She could still feel the curses licking her body, burning, finding their way into her very soul. She shivered as cold air passed over her.
She sat up and stretched. Sleeping on a cold, hard floor did nothing for her back. She stood and walked over to the bars of her cell. Hermione looked to the right but there was no one there. She glanced to her left and saw her guard sleeping in a plush armchair, head down and snoring deeply. She was surprised he hadn't woken from her scream.
She looked straight across into the other cell and saw a small whole near the top of the wall. She could see the sky outside becoming rosy with the dawn. She smiled, it was nice to be able to see the sky.
She remembered Lucius's parting words. He would have something horrible planned for her this night. She shivered again. Why did all this have to happen to her? It wasn't as though she was anyone special. Yes you are, a voice said in her head. You're one of Harry Potter's best friends. Of course you're someone special. Hermione sighed. The voice was right, she was someone special. Of course it would be her who was captured.
She wondered what Harry and Ron were doing right now. Did they already know she had disappeared? Or were her parents' bodies still rotting in their room? It saddened her to think of these things, so she pushed the thoughts from her mind.
She was very weak with the lack of food. She was sure that if they brought her any she wouldn't eat it, incase it had a truth potion in it. She slid down to a sitting position, still looking through the window. It had become quite light outside by now. That was when it hit her. She would never be outside these walls again, never feel the glorious sun on her face, the cool breeze rippling her hair. Tears streamed down her already streaked face. She was sure she would die in here, either by the death eaters' hands or her own, because she knew she would never give up her secret.
The guard that had previously been sleeping walked over to make sure she was still there. He saw her crying and smirked, as if he knew what was bothering her. He said, "Aw, is the little mudblood sad? Does she know she'll never be free of this place?" He laughed a merciless laugh. She looked up into his face. McNair. Of course it would be Buckbeak's would-be-killer who was watching her. She glared at him, but that only made him laugh more.
Hermione wasn't fed any breakfast, not that she would have eaten it. She lie there on her back for the whole morning, knowing she should probably sleep more but fearing the dreams that would come. She found the most comfortable position she could be in with her back still being torn up and didn't move an inch until she noticed someone was standing in front of the bars.
She slowly propped herself up. The Death Eater beckoned her forward and bound her hands. He seemed fairly young, but she couldn't see his face and he didn't speak a word to her. He opened the cell and motioned for her to follow him. She did so, grateful to be walking around. She looked around her as they walked. The castle didn't seem nearly as scary in the daytime.
The boy suddenly stopped and opened a door on the left side of the hall. Hermione was starting to get frightened now. He motioned her into the room and undid her bindings. She turned around to look at him but the door was already closed and she heard it lock. She turned back around and looked at the room. It was fairly spacious and had a table in the center.
She sat down in one of the chairs at the table, still looking around. Immediately the chair bound her to it, long chains springing out of nowhere. She struggled against the bonds, but to no avail. There was no way she was getting out of this one.
A Death Eater entered from the door she had just come through. She tried to turn and see him, but the chains grew tighter and she stopped trying. The man came to stand on the other side of the table from her. She looked across at him, but didn't recognize him. She suspected there were many more Death Eaters than the Order thought, for she already didn't know two of the ones she saw today.
"Looks as though our little pet has been caught, doesn't it?" he said, chuckling at the predicament she was in. She glared at him, narrowing her eyes into slits. She vaguely wondered what was going to happen to her now.
"Well, no point in you being uncomfortable," the man said, and he raised his wand and the chains disappeared. She looked warily at him. He laughed again, raising his wand asz he did so. Hermione flinched, she thought he was going to point it at her, waiting for the pain, but it didn't come. Instead a delightful smell wafted toward her nose. She opened her eyes again.
There was a feast laid out in front of her. Her mouth watered at the sight and smell of it all. She started to reach for a roll, but caught herself and put her hand back in her lap. She knew it had potion in it. Among all of the food smells she caught a whiff of a rudimentary truth potion. She suspected it was Truth of the Darkness, much quicker and easier to make than veritaserum.
The Death Eater chuckled again. "To smart for that, are you, mudblood? No matter, we will pry the password out of you somehow."
Hermione was thrown back into her cell. Her stomach growled. She knew she had done the right thing in not eating, but she knew she needed nourishment for tonight when something very bad would happen.
She looked through the small hole in the opposite wall. The sun had started to set, but was still above the treetops. She had spent quite a long time in the food room with that Death Eater trying to persuade her to eat. Her punishment for today would probably come right after the sun fully set. She lay back on the floor, being careful to not jostle her back. She had around an hour and a half before that happened. She closed her eyes and fell into a meditation-like sleep.
She woke to a rough kick to the side. She gasped and grabbed the right side of her stomach. Above her stood the dark form of Lucius Malfoy. He grabbed her wrists and once again dragged her down the dungeon hallway and up the stairs. She struggled against his strength, but she was even weaker than yesterday.
This time he led her to a different room. He roughly shoved her in the room and she fell gasping to the floor. Lucius shut and locked the door behind him as she sat back up. This room was very different from the one yesterday. For one, it didn't have torture objects glittering on the walls. In fact, it didn't have much of anything. All that was in this small room were a chair, desk, and bed. She stared at the bed in horror. Her mind finally figured out her punishment.
Lucius laughed at her obvious horror. His teeth glinted in the small light from the single candle in the room. Hermione scooted backwards until she felt the wall. She stood up and stared at Lucius. Certainly he wouldn't taint himself with something as 'impure' as her. He was a pureblood after all, and she was like the scum under his shoes.
Lucius advanced toward Hermione. She pressed herself to the wall as much as she could manage; not noticing the pain it brought her. He came forward until he was almost touching her. Her eyes were wide and staring in horror.
"This is the only thing mudbloods are useful for. Well, this and torturing," Lucius said as he stroked her cheek. She couldn't move. "You see, girl, they are already so impure that this doesn't matter at all." He pressed his body into hers forcefully, successfully pinning her to the wall. She shivered, even more unable to move now that she was losing the feeling to her legs.
Hermione finally found her strength and moved her arms. She punched Lucius straight in the face. His head was thrown back with the force and he stumbled backwards, releasing Hermione as he did so. She darted around him and toward the door. She grabbed the door knob and desperately tried to twist it.
"No," she muttered. "Let me out, please let me out." She heard Lucius regain his balance behind her. She turned around again, staring at him. Her only means of escape had proved to be useless. Lucius glared at her and quickly came forward. She darted back around him and to another wall.
"Don't touch me," she said, but Lucius came toward her again and she was trapped. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Lucius once again pinned her to the wall with his body, grabbing her wrists in one hand and holding her there. She struggled and squirmed beneath him, but to no avail. Tears streamed down her face. Lucius grinned through the blood coming from his nose.
"Oh, I'm going to have loads of fun with you, mudblood," he said. He pushed away from the wall, still holding Hermione's wrists. She stumbled forward and, before she could regain her balance, was thrown toward the bed. She fell on top of it face first and let out a sob. She was powerless against him and they both knew it. She turned onto her back and found the Lucius was right behind her. She tried to back farther onto the bed but he grabbed her shirt. She jerked away from him and it ripped her shirt in half. She hissed at the pain as it scraped against her back but still scuttled backward. Lucius grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to him. She shrieked and grabbed the edge of the bed. He pulled harder and her fingers slipped
He climbed on top of her and straddled her hips. She could see how excited this made him, the sick bastard. Her arms were once again pinned above her by one of his hands. Her legs kicked and she screamed but it didn't faze him at all. He reached down with his other hand and tore the front of her bra, exposing her breasts to him. He pinched her nipple hard and she cried out. He lowered his mouth to her breast and her bit her so hard it drew blood. She screamed louder than she would have thought possible.
He raised his face to look at her. "If you tell me the password now I promise I'll stop." She knew she couldn't trust his words and shook her head. Nothing they did would pry her secret from her.
He shrugged and raised his wand. Ropes tied her wrists to the head board. She started to panic even more and she twisted under Lucius. He laughed maniacally; this was always his favorite part with his victims. He waved his wand and her pants and underwear disappeared, leaving her bare. She screamed and screamed for him to get off her, but he took no heed of her words.
He unzipped his pants slowly. She watched him, fear clearly written across her face. She had stopped screaming; knowing that it didn't help at all, that it only excited him more. He had fully unzipped and his large erection was apparent. Hermione was terrified as she saw how big he was. He would never fit into her opening without drastically hurting her. He grinned and positioned himself above her.
"Are you sure you won't tell me your little secret?" he asked her once more. She stared at him with fear, not saying a word. "Very well," he said, and plunged quickly and deeply into her.
It was agony. She screamed as she felt as though her uterus would tear. Blood gushed from her opening, more blood than there should have been. She desperately wanted to faint, to not feel this anymore, to die, but life was being cruel to her lately. Her body grasped onto consciousness as Lucius plunged again and again into her, bringing new screams of pain from her lungs.
It felt like hours before Lucius came. His semen spilled out of her opening, making her feel even dirtier. He fell on top of her after his climax, irritating her back again. Hermione cried silently at the throbbing of her uterus. She was no longer a virgin now. She had been hoping to escape this place one way or another with her virtue still intact. She should have realized it would have been impossible.