Plaything
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
13
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23,938
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241
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Chapter 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I am not the original writer of this story after chapter 12, I just loved the premise and wanted to continue it. Please R/R!
Title: Plaything
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HG/LM, HG/SS
Warning: Non-consensual dark-fic
Summary: The plot of this fic comes from Amanuensis’ “A Spell to Turn Tigers to
Butter”, available here: http://www.restrictedsection.org/load/story.shtml?/10/aspell.html.
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. . .
~* Hermione*~
My plan was in motion. So far, Severus had the reaction I expected, his hands were balled into lose fists and he was visibly upset, I think I even saw his eyes fill with tears. Perfect. He was about to swoop out of the room, but he wouldn't get far.
All that was left for me to do was to begin stage two, I hadn’t originally expected that he would save his fists for Lucius; it just showed me how much he felt for me, which boosted my confidence. But I needed him to use them before that. I ran towards him before he can leave the room.
“Lucius, please” My eyes widen in mock surprise and I stutter to fix my mistake “S-Severus, I mean Severus. I'm sorry, you must be upset.”
He turned towards me. This was it.
“Remember my name now? You obviously want him, wish want to be with *him*! You must if he occupies your mind so.”
He reacts as I assumed. He swooped down at me. His face is molten anger, only now it is directed toward me.
One of the fists makes contact with my face and the pain is unbelievable. As I’m seeing stars he continues to beat me. He slaps my face with the back of his calloused hand with brute force, relishing in my pain.
Unlike Draco, he wants to punish me with his fists, wants that contact with my body. Severus continues to beat me, in all the places he knows will hurt the most. He scratches at my skin, lines of red appear and droplet begin to fall down my stomach. He is almost fanatical as he works his way down my body, watching intently as my crimson blood falls onto the patterned rug.
Suddenly he pulls out his wand and binds the top of my body together. The pain is intense as Severus starts to pound my breasts against me, kneading them like yeast. His violation moves to my opening, puffy and pink as always. In blind rage he pulls his hard self out and pounds it into me, nearly ripping me apart, shaking me like an immobile rag-doll. He places a finger into my blood and licks it off his finger
“Ohh, Mudblood. Not too much longer.”
He continues to have his way with me. It’s so rough, worse than anything I have endured. But unlike all the other times, my body doesn’t betray me, I am dry down there and breasts are bruising but the nipples are soft. I wonder if he noticed. He certainly makes no inclination of doing so. Even though I am pleased that I am not responding to his force, it makes the pain even worse.
“Severus. Please don’t kill me. Stop. Please.” Then it seems he has come out of his wrath and gazes contemplatively at me, it’s the first time in one of his rapes that I have used his name to stop. He finally withdraws and spills his seed all over my stomach. “Severus, I’m sorry.”
He wants no more explanations, he, just like Lucius weeks before, places his hands around my neck. As he fastens his grip I mentally convince myself not to lose consciousness, because I need to go on, just a little longer.
His fingers are digging in between my trachea, constricting my breath to no more than spurts. I finally find a decent breath and am able to splutter;
“I was Lucius!” and he eases his grip slightly. “Lucius saw I had feelings for you” his hands ease off further at this. “He ordered me to; he said he would hurt you if I didn’t. I’m so sor-” and I pretended to pass out, my eyes fluttering.
Upon processing this information he releases his grip entirely. Squinting, I see as his eyes go wide in shock and he claps a blood-stained hand to his mouth. Tears spring into his cold eyes once more. He gently picks my battered body of the floor and holds me to him, showering me in kisses and checking for a pulse. He feels my heartbeat then tenderly wraps me in a sheet and places me on the bed. Even through the pain I am pleased that my plan has worked and with the ease of this information I pass out for real.
~*Severus*~
I will kill him.
Tears are falling from my eyes now, and I do not care. I cannot believe what I have done. She is alive, that I made sure of. Her pulse is weak, but steady.
I look at her before me; lying on the bed, her small beaten body wrapped in a silk sheet. Her brown curls are spread out like a halo around her. She looks like an angel, *my* angel. But will she be, after she wakes? Once she realizes what has happened?
I know that not all of my intentions were honorable, but I relished in never falling to Lucius’s level. I believe she trusted me more than she trusted him. Now her image of me will be shattered, she will never see me as a savior again.
Despite my being her captor she wanted to protect me from harm, and I have not shown her the same civility. The thought greatly troubles me. Her ability to forgive is beyond me. My Hermione acted to save me, even went so far to feel something for me, a loathsome, undesirable man. My heart warms as I think of it. She felt so strongly towards me that she returned my feelings for her by making love to me. It seems like an eternity ago. When she kissed me I realized I hadn’t felt that happy since… forever. At that moment I knew I had to possess her, make her mine seen as she was obviously willing.
I don’t know what to do. The healing potion I possess is powerful, but cannot repair to this degree. I will need time to restore her. To make matters worse, Lucius is due any minute. He will be hell to deal with. I know I will be punished for my actions. But I am a smarter wizard than he, and I will wait before I make my move on him, I will not be foolish and careless again. I will study his weak points from the Dark Lords private notes, and Lucius will play for his foolish actions.
I will make Hermonie mine, I need her to love me.
I am not the original writer of this story after chapter 12, I just loved the premise and wanted to continue it. Please R/R!
Title: Plaything
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HG/LM, HG/SS
Warning: Non-consensual dark-fic
Summary: The plot of this fic comes from Amanuensis’ “A Spell to Turn Tigers to
Butter”, available here: http://www.restrictedsection.org/load/story.shtml?/10/aspell.html.
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. . .
~* Hermione*~
My plan was in motion. So far, Severus had the reaction I expected, his hands were balled into lose fists and he was visibly upset, I think I even saw his eyes fill with tears. Perfect. He was about to swoop out of the room, but he wouldn't get far.
All that was left for me to do was to begin stage two, I hadn’t originally expected that he would save his fists for Lucius; it just showed me how much he felt for me, which boosted my confidence. But I needed him to use them before that. I ran towards him before he can leave the room.
“Lucius, please” My eyes widen in mock surprise and I stutter to fix my mistake “S-Severus, I mean Severus. I'm sorry, you must be upset.”
He turned towards me. This was it.
“Remember my name now? You obviously want him, wish want to be with *him*! You must if he occupies your mind so.”
He reacts as I assumed. He swooped down at me. His face is molten anger, only now it is directed toward me.
One of the fists makes contact with my face and the pain is unbelievable. As I’m seeing stars he continues to beat me. He slaps my face with the back of his calloused hand with brute force, relishing in my pain.
Unlike Draco, he wants to punish me with his fists, wants that contact with my body. Severus continues to beat me, in all the places he knows will hurt the most. He scratches at my skin, lines of red appear and droplet begin to fall down my stomach. He is almost fanatical as he works his way down my body, watching intently as my crimson blood falls onto the patterned rug.
Suddenly he pulls out his wand and binds the top of my body together. The pain is intense as Severus starts to pound my breasts against me, kneading them like yeast. His violation moves to my opening, puffy and pink as always. In blind rage he pulls his hard self out and pounds it into me, nearly ripping me apart, shaking me like an immobile rag-doll. He places a finger into my blood and licks it off his finger
“Ohh, Mudblood. Not too much longer.”
He continues to have his way with me. It’s so rough, worse than anything I have endured. But unlike all the other times, my body doesn’t betray me, I am dry down there and breasts are bruising but the nipples are soft. I wonder if he noticed. He certainly makes no inclination of doing so. Even though I am pleased that I am not responding to his force, it makes the pain even worse.
“Severus. Please don’t kill me. Stop. Please.” Then it seems he has come out of his wrath and gazes contemplatively at me, it’s the first time in one of his rapes that I have used his name to stop. He finally withdraws and spills his seed all over my stomach. “Severus, I’m sorry.”
He wants no more explanations, he, just like Lucius weeks before, places his hands around my neck. As he fastens his grip I mentally convince myself not to lose consciousness, because I need to go on, just a little longer.
His fingers are digging in between my trachea, constricting my breath to no more than spurts. I finally find a decent breath and am able to splutter;
“I was Lucius!” and he eases his grip slightly. “Lucius saw I had feelings for you” his hands ease off further at this. “He ordered me to; he said he would hurt you if I didn’t. I’m so sor-” and I pretended to pass out, my eyes fluttering.
Upon processing this information he releases his grip entirely. Squinting, I see as his eyes go wide in shock and he claps a blood-stained hand to his mouth. Tears spring into his cold eyes once more. He gently picks my battered body of the floor and holds me to him, showering me in kisses and checking for a pulse. He feels my heartbeat then tenderly wraps me in a sheet and places me on the bed. Even through the pain I am pleased that my plan has worked and with the ease of this information I pass out for real.
~*Severus*~
I will kill him.
Tears are falling from my eyes now, and I do not care. I cannot believe what I have done. She is alive, that I made sure of. Her pulse is weak, but steady.
I look at her before me; lying on the bed, her small beaten body wrapped in a silk sheet. Her brown curls are spread out like a halo around her. She looks like an angel, *my* angel. But will she be, after she wakes? Once she realizes what has happened?
I know that not all of my intentions were honorable, but I relished in never falling to Lucius’s level. I believe she trusted me more than she trusted him. Now her image of me will be shattered, she will never see me as a savior again.
Despite my being her captor she wanted to protect me from harm, and I have not shown her the same civility. The thought greatly troubles me. Her ability to forgive is beyond me. My Hermione acted to save me, even went so far to feel something for me, a loathsome, undesirable man. My heart warms as I think of it. She felt so strongly towards me that she returned my feelings for her by making love to me. It seems like an eternity ago. When she kissed me I realized I hadn’t felt that happy since… forever. At that moment I knew I had to possess her, make her mine seen as she was obviously willing.
I don’t know what to do. The healing potion I possess is powerful, but cannot repair to this degree. I will need time to restore her. To make matters worse, Lucius is due any minute. He will be hell to deal with. I know I will be punished for my actions. But I am a smarter wizard than he, and I will wait before I make my move on him, I will not be foolish and careless again. I will study his weak points from the Dark Lords private notes, and Lucius will play for his foolish actions.
I will make Hermonie mine, I need her to love me.