Plaything

Title: Plaything

Rating: R/ NC-17

Pairing: HG/LM, HG/SS

Warning: Darkfic, Non-consensual.

Summary: The plot of this fic comes from Amanuensis' "A Spell to Turn Tigers to Butter", available here: restrictedsection
(dot) org. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Her story centers on Harry who is given to both Lucius and
Severus as a pet. The story is brilliant and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like for Hermione under the same
circumstances so I've placed her into Lucius' and Severus' clutches. Let's see what happens. . .



~*Lucius*~

She looks like a child when she sleeps. Essentially, she is a child. Hermione is curled up in front of my wing-backed chair,
near the fireplace. Oh, I could have carried her to my bed but I've been far too lenient with the girl already. I don't want her
to lose the proper respect for me. My unexpectedly guilty conscience has been assuaged by the gifts I gave her and her
willingness to give herself to me.

I've promised myself that I will have her - by any means necessary. She has become far too important to me to share her
with another, especially Severus. It grates on me that she will be leaving my company in the morning. I have the urge to
spirit her way, keep her under lock and key. In an exquisite gilded cage, as it were. She will find me to be a generous master
when she pleases me. The urge to shower her with gifts is nearly ungovernable. Perhaps, it is because she is so appreciative.
I can't get over the childlike delight in her expression as she dressed herself in the robe. I think I took nearly as much joy in
her reaction as she did in the clothing.

I shall give her other presents as well. I've decided to fashion another collar for her. The serpentine one is no longer
apropos. Hermione would be more suited to a silver collar with an onyx in the center. Yes, I think that will enhance those
dark eyes and hair. I can even have a matching leash made. If she continues to win my good favor, I may even give her a
room of her very own. Although, the appeal of keeping her in mine is considerable. However, one cannot have a pet in
one's garish room when one is saddled with a wife.

Of course, all this is contingent on Severus relinquishing his rights to the girl. I'm not worried. I've been known to be very
persuasive when the occasion calls for it. I'll have to form a suitable version of the truth to tell my liege and take care to
cover my tracks. I'm hoping Severus saves me the trouble by agreeing to a bribe. He's never been accused of having good
sense, however. It is probably why he chose the disagreeable profession of minding children. I've often wondered if the
opportunity to be close to such tender young flesh was what really lured him there.

Being a gentleman of means, I chose to work for the Ministry because it afforded me the opportunity to participate in
politics. That is no longer an option now that the light is crumbling. The more I think about my future in my Lord's service,
the more uneasy I become. For some time now, I've been aware of certain eccentricities in his behavior. He seems to be
obsessed with catching the Potter brat. Even now, he could move on the Ministry which would crush the resistance. Yet he
hesitates. He has become increasingly interested in the activities of the boy. We heard rumors that he was seeking the help
of the giants. Apparently, the boy befriended Dumbledore's pet giant, Hagrid, and he believes they might help his cause.
Instead of acting on the knowledge and dispatching a team of Death Eaters to the mountains, my Lord preferred to ridicule
Potter's actions and jest about his ability to lead. Very curious. The Lord Voldemort I used to know would have Apparated
there himself and took care of the problem. Perhaps, he fears Potter. After all, the boy succeeded in destroying him at the
height of his power.

We've sent word that Hermione is in our "care." The Ministry hasn't answered our owl. Of course, it was carrying her
bloodied Head Girl badge in its grasp. They may think she's dead. Still, the boy has made no move to ascertain her
whereabouts. I shall enjoy imparting the information to my pet. I can sense that she still holds onto his memory and she
believes that he will save her. Sometimes, I can hear her calling his name in her sleep. I think it best to dash her hopes as
soon as possible so she doesn't become too attached to an idea. One doesn't want to compete with a memory, after all. If llowllowed myself the luxury of pity, she would have it. Hermione must realize that the light is not going to win this battle. I'm
her only hope. Severus is not as powerful nor as close to Voldemort as I am. If she has any aspirations to survive, she must
seek my protection. I would be more than willing to provide it - if she complies with my wishes.

These last few years can't have been easy on the girl. Dark Wizards have been slowly overtaking the world. Our presence
has made itself known at all the Wizarding institutions. Hogwarts was the last to fall. Muggles have become aware of our
existence after several Muggle cities were attacked. "Strange" occurrences became too severe to be covered up by the
Ministry. Of course, the Muggles haven't figured out what has caused it. They have been debating who has caused this new
wave of "terrorism" and are busy blaming other Muggles for the disasters. Lord Voldemort has always encouraged the
faithful to make a grand entrance - as if anyone else could have performed the glorious acts of purification we've carried
out.

Near dawn, she awoke. She seemed surprised to find herself at my feet. I would think that she would be used to it by now.
She rolled her neck and stretched her arms over her head, resembling a contented feline.

"Sleep well?"

Hermione's answering smile was coquettish and completely charming. "I haven't slept that well in weeks."

I smiled smugly. I bet her stuffy, hook-nosed professor never shagged her into unconsciousness. Just for that comment, she
was going to be rewarded. "Would you care for some breakfast?"

Her eyes lit up again. "I get to eat again?"

I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand. "Well, we do have to keep up your strength, don't we?"

I ordered the house-elves bring a breakfast tray up to my bedroom. Hermione lay on my bed once more with a blueberry
muffin in her hand. She'd eaten two of them already, along with three cups of tea. We had spent a great deal of last night
reclaiming my bed, so to speak. I made a point of making my bed a place of pleasure once again to erase the pain I had
caused. I shall make a renewed effort to never abuse anything I own. She was idly tracing the Malfoy Coat of Arms with
her slim fingers.

The girl was raised by heathens. It never ceases to amaze me that Muggles bore the creature before me. Perhaps, she has
some pure blood in her family tree. My son had once told me that her parents were dentists. Evidently they made their
living by ripping rotten teeth out of the other Muggles' mouths. Barbaric. The girl was far safer here with me. At least now
she would be exposed to culture and the finer things in life. "Like that, do you?"

She was biting her lower lip. Only this time, it wasn't in pain or desire. No, she was trying to keep herself from laughing. I
very much wanted to hear it - unless it was a laugh at my expense. "And what do you find so amusing?"

"Nothing. I never expected you to sleep on something quite so. . ."

"Horrid?" I supplied, quirking an eyebrow at her.

She gave into her laughter then, shaking her head helplessly.

"I'll have you know, that I didn't pick it out," I replied before smiling back at her. I made a mental note to make her laugh
more. She looks absolutely delightful when she does. "My wife did."

"Oh."

Her laughter died at that bit of information. Why did that upset her? Perhaps, she was jealous of my wife. "Hermione,"I
said gently. "Yes, I am married to Draco's mother and I will not jeopardize that union. However, you should know that my
wife is rarely here. She and I have a marriage in name only," I said, trying my best not to look triumphant. She feels
something for me as well.

She looked up, those big brown eyes were wide and luminescent with the hint of tears. "Really?"

"Absolutely. Narcissa means nothing to me," I assured her.

Her amused expression returned, along with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Did you two separate over the bedspread?"

I threw my head back and laughed. This naughty side was as unexpected as it was welcome.

As quickly as it appeared, it fled. "Well, I suppose I have to go soon," Hermione said morosely.

"Nonsense. Finish your muffin. I'm not at the beck and call of your professor."

"I am," she said quietly.

I said nothing. I'd already begun laying my plans to remove her from his "care".

"I should probably take my robe off, too," Hermione said, running a hand down the sleeve. "It's so beautiful."

I grinned as I imagined Severus' face when he saw what I had bought her. "Leave it on, pet. You can take it off when you
get there."

She beamed at me.

~*Severus*~

I glared at Malfoy as he appeared with her in my lab. My fists clenched on the edge of the table I was working at. She was
dressed in a deep blue robe that was loosely fastened around her waist. "Well, I see you finally put one of Narcissa's cast
offs to good use," I gritted out.

Malfoy sneered. "The only one of her cast offs in this room is you."

"Yes, well, not all of us are blessed with a trust fund and property that we didn't earn."

"Or good looks," Lucius said with a smirk. He played with the tie of her robe. "Isn't that right, pet?"

Hermione didn't answer his question but. . .was that a small smile on her lips?

It was quickly dashed though as she looked up at me.

"You can leave now," I said with a false smile.

"Of course." Lucius undid her robe and ran his hand down the center of he body before kissing her mouth. And she let him.
No grimace of distaste. No weary sigh of recognition. No, Hermione looked as if she enjoyed his attentions. The man tried
to kill her! Lucius pushed the robe from her shoulders and draped it over his own arm. "I'll see you tomorrow."

After he Dissapparated, I glanced back down at my worktable. "Apparently, you two have kissed and made up," I said, my
tone accusatory.

"What did you expect me to do? I don't have a choice."

"You could have-"

"What?" Hermione said, sinking down beside my chair. "I can't do anything about this situation, Severus. I'm a 'pet',
remember? I don't even have the right to live."

My expression softened at the resignation and despair in her tone. "What happened?" I asked gently.

"Oh, just the usual. Dinner and a rape."

I nearly snapped the quill I was holding in half. "Rape?'

"Yes, Severus," Hermione said, her eyes flashing at me. "He's been raping me every other day since I became a slave." Her
eyes lowered. "Just like you have."

I couldn't deny the truth of her words. Hermione hadn't chosen to be my slave but she seemed to enjoy herself in my bed. I
always made sure to see to her needs. Would she rather be Lucius' full time pet? Then, she could spend her down time
counting the whip marks on her back. Or what about Crabbe, Sr.? I'd heard that the pets in his care rarely lasted a week or
two. "Do you want me to send you back, girl? I'm certain Lord Voldemort would-"

"Please don't!" She clutched at my leg. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be," she paused to take a shuddering breath. "Ungrateful.
What would I have done without you? I'm just afraid."

"Of Lucius?" I asked tightly.

"No, I'm afraid of what he might do to you," she answered, looking up. "He said he would do 'anything it takes' to own me,
Severus."

"He did?" I sat back in my chair. "I see." So, the gloves have finally come off, eh Lucius? I might have a little bottle of
poison with your name on it. "Did he say anything else?"

"No, not about that." Her eyes started to fill with tears. "What if something happens to you?"

She was crying over me? She led hed her head to my lap and I found my fingers sliding through her hair of their own
accord. "Shhh. . .hush now. I'm not going anywhere."

"Do you promise?" She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed.

My heart skidded to a halt. "You want to stay with me?"

"Yes," she answered, climbing onto my lap and pressing kisses to my face.

I've waited for her to say this to me - wanted it. Even though I longed to believe what she said, I am no fool. "And did you
say the same thing to Lucius?"

"No, Severus."She met my eyes and I gazed into them, looking for any hint of deceit. I saw none. They were as clear and as
bright as they were the first day she stepped into my classroom. I should have known better. She was a true Gryffindor -- as
honest as they come and every bit as naive. I also know that she is trying to survive and she has obviously decided that I am
her best option. After all. . .better the devil you know than the Lucius you don't. I wanted to ask her if she felt anything for
the man but I managed not to and saved myself the humiliation.

Of course, a young girl would prefer him. I abhor the man and I can even concede that he is handsome. Hopefully, her near-
miss with death has enlightened her to his dual nature. His handsomeness is only equaled by his cruelty. Everything has
come so easily to him. Girls and young men alike flocked to him while we were in school. I've always had to compete with
him, yet he has always come out on top. I was a prefect, he was Head Boy. If my marks were high, his were the highest. My
childish desire to flaunt my intelligence cost me a few points here and there. I decided to join Lord Voldemort but he was
there before me, ingratiating himself before I had even begun. It only got worse when he graduated and became the Malfoy
heir. Of course, Narcissa, the grandest prize of all at that time, went to him without question. Even when I was a young
man, I knew she was toying with my affections but I didn't have the strength to resist. She was painfully beautiful and just
once, I wanted to touch something, hold something that lovely. She, too, went to Lucius.

Well, he wouldn't have Hermione. I'd thought of her as mine for a very long time, only now that is the truth. I will convince
Malfoy to relinquish his claim on her or I will take her from him by force. Perhaps, I'll even use him as my first test subject.
Nothing would give me greater pleasure. And then Hermione would belong solely to me. The thought is nearly dizzying.
She will stay with me for me as long as I wish.

I press a kiss to the top of her head. "Why don't you run along and have a rest? I have to finish up some work and then I'll
make us some lunch. Would you like that?"

"Another omelette?" she asked, smiling. "It was quite good."

"I'll make you another one some other time. I think I'll surprise you this time."

"Thank you, Severus." Hermione leaned up and pressed her mouth to mine. She'd never initiated a kiss between us before. I
closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of being kissed, for once. She drew back, drowsy-eyed and content.

"What was that for?" I asked softly.

Hermione blushed, looking down. "For caring."

"I do care, Hermione." I brushed a kiss over her lips. "Go on, then," I prompted hoarsely, helping her off my lap. If my
fellow Death Eaters could see me now, they would laugh.


I couldn't care less.

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got them almost where she wants them. Now, it is mind games ahoy! Glad you like my solution around Snape and the
collar. I couldn't him him have her all by himself but I knew Lucius would have to do something extreme. Thanks for
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Sing- Hello there! I like your idea about Severus spilling the beans about Lucius' reaction or Hermione discovering it on
her own. I do know that Lucius would never mention on own.own. He's too tight-lipped. I may just have to steal that idea.
:) And, yes Lucius will eventually figure it out. I think that Lucius loves mind games and will be pleased that she is trying
to manipulate. I think he'd even be proud. LOL. And, yes, I made a little allusion to what love really is. But who is
willing to give her that? Hmmmm I do think that Lucius would be the least likely to give her over and I think I mentioned
than in this installment. He's the epitome of hubris, eh? And I didnt' know that about sperm and eggs. Hmm.. . .that's
really kind of. . .icky. LOL! :) Thanks!

Mod- He's whipped? I think he's just devious.

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