In the Dragons Lair

Hermione Granger was chained against the wall. Five days locked in the Malfoy’s dungeon. At least that’s what she believes. Her face was covered with ash, dirt and old blood, her hair matted with blood from the fight. Her wrists and ankles sore and bleeding from the tight chains. Her shirt was ripped and stained and her shorts were also ripped and stained with blood from the multiple rapes by the Malfoy men and their friends. Hermione was scared, she was close to starvation and she feared losing her unborn child.

“Open up, you fucking Mudblood.” Draco snapped as he forced a spoonful of old oats into her mouth. “Fuck you!” she screamed, spitting the oats onto his face. Suddenly, Draco smacked her hard on the face. Blood began to drip from her lips. He took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the contents of spit and old oats from his face. He smiled and pointed to her ripped and bloody shorts, “I believe you already have.” He ended by pouring the old oats down her shirt and silkily said, “You’ll pay for this later.” He walked out, slamming the dungeon door behind him.

Draco walked up the stairs and entered his parent’s bedroom. “Father.” Lucius Malfoy sat up in the bed beside his sleeping wife, Narcissa. “Father, may I take over Granger’s interrogation tonight?” Lucius looked thoughtful for a moment, and then asked, “Why would you want to do it?” “Oh,” Draco drawled. “It’s only payment for thinking she was above me,” he continued speaking, picking at invisible lint on his robes. “I wish to show her how wrong she is.” Draco grinned mischievously as his father nodded with approval. “Have fun,” Lucius called out before returning to sleep.

Draco left the house and spent the morning and early afternoon thinking of the many different ways to torture his victim. As soon as the idea hit him, he ran into the house in search of Pansy. Pansy Malfoy nee Parkinson as found in Hermione’s dungeon about to feed her some stale bread and cold chicken. ‘Must be lunch time already’ Draco thought. “Pansy, drop that fucking food. The Mudblood bitch doesn’t eat today,” if looks could kill, Hermione would be six feet under with the look Draco was shooting her. “Bathe her and was her hair, completely. Then take her into my quarters and dress her in the outfit that I have acquired. After that is done, you are to tie her onto my bedpost.”

Pansy nodded as Draco smirked, turning to Hermione he said, “I hope you’re ready for our fun tonight.” Draco turned and walked towards the door. As he grabbed the doorknob, Hermione screamed, “I hate you, you stupid son-of-a-…” WHACK!! Pansy back smacked Hermione and shrieked, “You dare to speak to Master Malfoy in that manner you stupid b—” “Crucio” Draco’s spell hit Pansy straight in the back and he didn’t let the spell up until he saw her bleed.

After he let it up, he grabbed her by her collar, threw her against the wall and spoke in a dark sinister tone, “I did NOT give you permission to raise you hand to her. You will not lay your hand to hurt her and you will bite your tongue before speaking anything bad towards her.” “But…” Pansy was silenced by the tightening of Draco’s grip. “You will do as I say, Pansy. You will not leave a piece of her body unwashed. My knowledge of her being a Mudblood is the most filth I am willing to deal with. If you disobey,” Draco stated as he painfully squeezed the inside of her thigh underneath her skirt,” you will truly regret it.”

He left, slamming the door behind him. Pansy slid down to the floor and shed silent tears, while Hermione burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter. “Hehehe….. You… you can’t say shit to me….. hehehe….. You better be careful… I would gladly take the chance to let them rip you open… be glad that I would never want to bestow that pain on another human being… not even you,” Hermione sneered at her, “Now… On with the bath milady.”