A/N: BEWARE OF RAPE
Okay, for those who are easily frightened skip this chapter, I was bawling as I wrote it.
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Chapter 3:
Dancing with the Devil
Once the door closed Lucius strutted towards the bed and sat next to his favorite 'Toy.'
Miss Hermione Granger. How he'd been looking forward to having her once the Dark Lord had won the war. She looked quite feminine now, all long legs, round hips, and large breasts. Her amber eyes reminded him of Fire Whiskey, and her pouting lower lip made him feel like a seventh year at Hogwarts again. The gorgeous auburn curls that brushed against her breasts looked so silky in the morning sun. He just wanted to wrap his hands in those glorious ringlets and….
"Master Malfoy, I'm sorry to bother you, but why were you and the Young Master Malfoy in here so early this morning?"
Lucius watched the young woman move, not knowing how beautiful she truly was.
"I was trying to give you some time to relax."
"Master Malfoy, that is so kind of you, is there any way I can repay you, any way at all?" She raised her body from the bed sheets, and crawled provocatively towards her Master.
Lucius could not believe his luck, the girl was begging for him to take her, and he knew he just had to have her as she pleaded him for more.
When Hermione reached for Lucius he pulled her towards him, gently caressing her back as he pushed his lips against hers in a ravishing kiss.
Their tongues met and tangoed for power, each fighting for the right to lead the other into the throws of pleasure and passion. Slowly Hermione could feel Lucius's hands move down to grip her behind, grinding the proof of his feelings for her into her soft stomach, making her moan in anguish, and want.
He knew what she wanted, and he immediately fulfilled it, touching her and kissing her until she was squirming and moaning in abandon.
"Ron, oh Merlin, yes" She cried with pleasure, surprising Lucius as she called her dead boyfriends name.
"What did you call me?" Lucius asked, a sadistic glint appeared in his icy blue eyes.
"Master Malfoy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-"
"How dare you call me that you ungrateful little Mudblood whore. I will not be compared to that blood traitor of yours." The man interrupted, his rage imprinted on his face.
Her master raised his hand, aiming to hit her, but she knew what to do. She slid off of the bed, slipping under his arm and running past the small table and chairs,--serving as the breakfast nook in her room-- reaching for the bedroom door. As she grabbed the handle and twisted it she heard him growl in anger.
She turned, to glance at him. His glare was as glacial as the weather was during a winter storm at Hogwarts, accentuated by his knuckles searing snow white from his grip on the bed sheets.
"Master, please--" he cut off her sentence as he lunged at her, his eyes burning with fury.
"I didn't mean it, I swear."
He moved stealthily around the table blocking her from him, as Hermione matched his advance by withdrawing farther from him, like prey from a starving predator.
"Come here," he snarled.
Hermione hesitated. She considered herself well experienced concerning his fits of rage. She was highly skilled in disarming his temper on most occasions.
On other occasions, however, she did not succeed in her attempts to pacify him. He had shouted at her and hit her repeatedly after he caught Draco and she curled up in her bed one afternoon.
The state of ferocious madness he was currently in was unlike any other fury she had witnessed before.
Hermione continued maneuvering around the table to match his advancement towards her. She circled the table to the same position she stood in when she first from him, with a clear path to the bathroom door. With her Master an ominous threat on the other side of the table, she turned to her left and fled like the wind towards the washroom door.
Lucius sensed her intention to flee a mere second before she turned from him.
He released an ear splitting cry of rage as he flew around the table with lightening speed, catching her by the messy tumble of curls that tumbled like a waterfall down her back before she could make it even halfway to the door. He seized her forearm with bruising force and reeled her around to face him.
She struggled in vain against his grip, kicking and punching in a fruitless attempt to remove him. He did not flinch as her punches and forceful kicks collided with his knees and chest. He simply sneered down at her as she desperately fought to escape him.
"After all I have done for you, my dear, you dare to insult me? Did you honestly think you could get away with it? My instinct told me you were nothing more than a common Muggle whore!" he screamed in a fiery rage as he pulled back his hand back to slap her, putting his full weight into it.
Hermione cried out in fear and pain as he pulled his hand back for another hit. She stumbled when he made contact with her face the second time. She would have fallen if not for his iron grip on her arm. Her face stung horribly and a rising panic was welling deep within her chest. She was alone, wand less, and her valiant self-defense was having little effect on the large Death Eater.
He hit her repeatedly, swearing obscenities under his breath. His rage was reaching an extreme more terrifying than she had experienced before. Her breath caught in her throat as she glimpsed the murderous flash in his eyes. She was beginning to fear for her life.
In her weakened and disoriented state, her resistance against him weakened. She put up a slight fight as he tossed her to the floor. He straddled her thighs as he held her to the floor.
The rug burning her back sharpened her senses and she renewed her struggle to escape her attacker, flailing her legs and clawing at his face in a desperate attempt to scratch him or gouge his eyes, anything to distract him if even for a moment.
He pressed his weight down on her thighs to still them and caught her wrists in one long-fingered hand, pinning them above her head. With the other he resumed his assault of her face, grunting with the force of every blow. His fists made contact relentlessly, each one tearing further at her soul, until she felt the delicious onset of nothingness beginning to slide over her, momentarily relieving her senses from reality.
He clawed at her torso, scratching her tender arms and stomach. Brutally, he tore at her skin, bruising her arms and cutting deeply into her hips as he strained to pull her thighs apart He positioned himself between her limp thighs, using his own thighs to tilt her hips. Hermione's head lolled slowly from side to side as he held her down with one hand, his other tearing himself from his pants.
He thrust his hips forward violently, tearing into her un-aroused and tender flesh.
Hermione cringed and screamed out in acute pain. Sobbing and fully conscious now, she writhed beneath him and weakly tugged at her restrained arms.
Lucius released her wrists only to brace himself for a renewed assault on her fragile tattered body. He was determined to evoke within her the same despair she had felt when she had figured out that the red-headed blood traitor had died beside his half-blood friend. This assault communicated his will to inflict this soul shattering pain as her punishment.
He was glaring at her, a twisted, feral mask upon his face. His frenzied movements and the shadows playing on his face cast a sinister and an almost demonic look upon his normally angelic features. Nothing about this man resembled the aristocrat who came to her daily.
Her feeble struggles to push him or thrust her body away from his grasp had failed. Exhausted, she ceased her resistance, submitting to his attack and the sense of defeat, anger and pain mounting within her. Hermione crossed her arms protectively over her soft abdomen and closed her eyes to shut out the sight of him. She trembled and quaked with silent sobs as he violated her.
Lucius's movements became irregular as he climaxed within her, filling her womb with his semen and burning the fresh wounds within her.
The intensity of his abrasive friction and the searing agony radiating from within her womb crested. Choking on sobs through her broken exclamations of pain, she turned her head to the side and tried to pull herself from under him.
Lucius, having finished hammering his rage into her, withdrew quickly in disgust, as though the physical contact with her would taint him. Rising from the floor, he turned away from her to readjust his anatomy and clothing, stalking silently to the door, turning to watch her move her broken body, searching for the damage he'd done her body. He completely ignored Hermione as she slowly raised her bruised and disoriented body from the ground and hugged her body. He made no attempt to stop her as she staggered to her bed and fell in to the mattress, as her vision was blurred by tears and her ragged breaths came in short, erratic gasps.
Lucius closed the door in agitated silence; his ears tuned to her every move.
Hermione lay crumpled on the bed facing the door with her knees drawn tightly to her chest. Her eyes closed as he left the room, but her expression remained emotionless. It was as if he had drained every shred of joy from her very being and all that remained of her was an empty shell.
Moments later, she had fallen into the darkness of sleep.
