Author's Notes: I apologise for the way I ended the last chapter, but I was in a rush and wanted it completed. If you wish, you can consider this chapter the second half of that one.
To reviewer Lea, since you haven't signed in, I couldn't reply via the email, but my answer to your question is that if Hermione had been with more than one person, it would have been easier for others to take her and utilise her for their own purposes. Since she had only been with Barty, his orders could cause Hermione to be pushed back into the hands of the light, no matter how powerful her feelings towards Barty are. Voldemort has a great weapon in his hands, as that is all he sees her as, an object, and doesn't want to destroy the chances he has of turning the War over completely into the hands of the Death Eaters. And as for the rape, it had to be done, as you will find out that it is a major part in the plot line. The reason why will be revealed in a few chapters. Also, to the reviewer nAnIcUlLeNlOvE, I thank you for saying that I am your idol, it was great to see as just a few days ago a person I know sent me a very disgusting flame, that almost put me off writing for awhile since I knew this person in real life. So thank you. To the rest of my reviewers, thank you and I hope that you enjoy this chapter of Fated! One more review and I'll pass the 100 mark!
My Master's wrath was not something that somebody wished on themselves willingly. I ground my teeth together and spoke once more.
"I didn't think it was necessary, my Lord. Your wish is my command. I may not like it as you are allowing filth to touch what is rightfully mine. You allow such filth to taint my witch, my fiance, but I allow you to do so as you are my Master and have been a man who plays the role that my biological father could ever hope to fulfil. If I had my way, I would kill him myself!" I hissed darkly.
"Very strong words, Bartemius. When your Father has served his purpose, you may dispose of him in any way you wish. But up until then, you will tolerate him and do as I say. Am I understood?" My Master snarled. I stood up straight, unwilling to be perceived as weak before my Master.
"Yes, my Lord.:
"Very well. I will give you one more chance to prove your worth and your loyalty to me. Greyback, get off the witch."
"Oh I will get off on her." He growled, slapping my witch as she failed to scream under his actions. She remained strong, even when it was so blatantly obvious that she wanted to cower beneath him. Her stubborn pride wouldn't allow her to do so. As he refused to follow my Master's orders, I immediately went into attack mode. She was mine, and this mutt was defying her!
"Get off my witch, you fucking mutt!" I snarled, the dark intent of murder clear within my eyes.
"Barty, calm down! She's just a skirt after all! Nott was right, you're fucking whipped!" I spun around and spat a Crucio curse at Goyle.
"I am not, whipped. I am protecting what is mine, you insignificant dog! She's my witch, Master. I care not if you torture me to the brink of death as my punishment, as long as no-one but me touches her. Ever again!" The entire compound went quiet.
"Your terms are understood, Bartemius. Go cut the witch down." I bowed swiftly to my Master and clenched my fists as Greyback continued to taint her.
"I won't repeat myself again. Get the fuck off my witch!" I dragged Greyback off her, not caring where or on whom he landed. Hermione gasped as I kissed her possessively, trying to replace Greyback's foul taste that linger, with my own. She closed her eyes and her stance relaxed. I smirked arrogantly and nuzzled her matted locks as she whimpered softly.
"Shh, you're my witch and I won't allow you to be treated like a pathetic street corner prostitute." I kissed her once more, groaning as she moaned softly into my mouth. I slid my hand up one of her bruised thighs, furious beyond belief when I felt a familiar warm sticky liquid. I seethed dangerously. He hadn't had time to come. I growled when I felt more of it coat my fingers. I knew the texture well. It was blood. Her blood. He spilled her blood, and must be punished for it, I thought to myself darkly.
"I'm going to take you right now. I need to regain my control. Am I understood?" I hissed.
"Yes..." She murmured softly, her eyes drooping as she fought against the urge to slip into unconsciousness. Her hands searched for my chest clumsily as I cut the blinds on her chafed wrists. I muttered divesto before dropping my wand and working on erasing Greyback's stench from my witch.
She fought well. I was proud of her. She stayed awake for the entire time as I took her. I noticed that she shied away, her scared expression more than normal due to the situation that she had just been through.
"Breathe, Hermione." I murmured calmly, wanting her covered up and out of here. I put all of my thought into getting her out of here and keeping her beautiful body all to myself. It was obvious that she would clearly never be the same afterwards. Nobody was. But I still hoped that she would be mine willingly, and not return to Dumbledore and his little minions.
"I can't stay awake much longer." She mumbled, shivering softly. She looked so vulnerable, and I couldn't stand it. I buried my nose in her hair, which still smelt of wild flowers, groaning deeply as I released into her. I picked up my wand and summoned my clothes and covered her up with my coat, lifting her up into my arms more securely.
"Bartemius, I suggest you take her somewhere else. Dumbledore would simply utilise the situation to his benefit, and I can't have that. I will not allow such a powerful possession to fall into the hands of the Light. Not when I have it within my grasp." I bowed my head slightly. Hermione would not be returning to Hogwarts until after the Christmas Break. I knew that she would skin me alive if I tried to stop her from attending. The thought made me smile.
"Yes, Master. I know where to take her."
"Very well. I expect her to return during the Christmas Break, and we shall speak again. She must know how to use her powers so that they may benefit our cause. Once she is content, you will return to me. We have business, to conduct." I paled slightly.
"Yes, Master." I said before apparating away to the last place that Dumbledore would ever expect me to go willingly. I hated my family, everybody knew that.
"Barty? Is that you?" I smiled darkly as I slid Hermione out of my arms and into my bed.
"Hello, Mother."
Well, I think that the last line is one of my favourites. Next chapter will most likely be longer as for a treat if I get more than 1 review and beat the 100 mark. So, please, read and review!