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Condemnation
Disclaimer: I live in Texas, not Scotland, so I am obviously not JK Rowling. I’m
just playing with the wonderful characters that she created. I promise that I will put them
back the way I found them when I’m done!
AN: Here’s the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R.
My muse loves the attention.
Visited Upon the Son
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15. Condemnation
Draco settled back as he watched Hermione obviously struggling with what she was about to
tell him. He felt concern for her, but also a little trepidation. Somehow, he knew in his
gut that he wasn’t going to like what she was about to say. Finally, after finishing her
cup of tea, Hermione drew in a breath.
April 30, 1997
Hermione waited until all the teachers were in their quarters and quickly sent the message
to meet by the Room of Requirement. When the nine of them arrived, she quickly had them
move into position.
Her, Ron and Harry moved to the corridor where the passage from Honeyduke’s let out and got
settled behind a gargoyle. She looked at Harry before whispering, “Anything on the Map?”
Harry shook his head, “Not yet. We just have to be diligent.”
Hermione nodded, her mind going over her homework as she waited. After about fifteen
minutes, she heard Harry draw in a deep breath. “Oh, Merlin,” he said before drawing his
wand. “They are coming in on all three fronts. We have to warn the professors!”
Hermione looked at them, preparing for battle. “I’ll go. You, two stay together. Fight
them off as best you can. I promise, I’ll be okay.” She smiled wryly, “After all, I am the
smartest witch in our year.”
Ron started to protest, but she cut him off with a quick kiss. He finally relented. “Be
careful, ‘Mione.”
Hermione nodded as she slipped away, towards the Great Hall and the teacher’s quarters. She
walked carefully, trying to be as silent as possible. She was almost to the hall, when she
heard the stunning spell being yelled out. She turned, trying to block the spell and
noticed the three standing by a gargoyle. Then the world went black.
“Oh, Merlin, Mia!” Draco exclaimed. “Why did you go alone? If you knew the Death Eaters
were attacking, why split up?”
Hermione sniffed, trying to keep her emotions in check. “Because I thought that I was a
match for any Death Eater out there. I thought that by not being with Harry, who was such
an obvious target, I might be overlooked. But I was wrong.” She sighed before picking up
her story again.
Hermione looked around her at the dark and dank dungeon that she was being held in. She
tested the restraints around her wrists, hoping that they would come free. Just my bloody
luck, she thought when the restraints just tightened on her wrists. She ceased her
struggling, knowing that for the meantime it was useless to fight back. Brightest witch
of my generation my bloody arse! If I’m so bloody bright, how did I get myself into this
stupid situation?
She sighed in relief as the restraints eased when she stopped struggling. She felt like a
fool. She knew that splitting up from Harry and Ron was a mistake, but she was so sure that
she could handle whatever spell anyone could throw at her that she insisted that she would
be fine. She tried to look around but, could only feel that she was chained to the wall of
a pitch black dungeon, her wand nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, she jumped. She heard footsteps outside the door. She squinted in pain as the
door opened, flooding the room with bright light, which after the complete darkness of the
dungeon, blinded her. Her eyes watered as they finally adjusted to the increased light
levels and she gasped at the sight in front of her. Lord Voldemort.
She cringed in disgust as he walked over to her and ran his hand down her face.
“Ah. Potter’s little Mudblood,” he said. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you for a long
time. I think it’s time that you learned your place in the magical world.”
Hermione cringed at the evil laughter that erupted from his throat. She flinched when his
hand moved from her face and started to work its way down her chest. She saw him move his
lips, but could not hear any sound due to the blood rushing in her ears. Then she felt a
breeze on bare skin and looked down to see than he had made all of her clothes vanish. She
whimpered as his hand pinched her naked flesh; she flinched in fear and disgust. She began
to struggle again as he disrobed. She closed her eyes, to block out the sight of
him.
She felt her limbs being drawn out from the defensive position she was in against her will,
then felt his hot breath next to her ear. “When I’m done with you, you’ll scream out in
pain and it will be delicious,” he whispered as he broke past her hymen and took her
virginity. With an iron will, she clamped down on her screams and uttered nothing more than
a groan, knowing that screams would only please him. When it was over, she curled up into a
ball and wished that she would die.
“Oh, Mia,” Draco began, moving to slightly touch her ice cold hand. “I’m so sorry,” he
whispered, his other hand going to her face and lightly wiping the tears away.
Hermione shook her head, taking another shuddering breath. “There’s more,” she whispered
brokenly.
When she awoke the next time, she had no sense of how long she had been there. It could
have been a day or a week for all she knew. There were two things she prayed for. One was
that Harry and Ron would rescue her and the other was that someone would kill her. She
knew, without a doubt, that if she had her wand, she would kill herself, but she still
couldn’t find it. Logically she knew that they had probably broken her wand, leaving her
defenceless against them. She heard the door open again and closed her eyes to the blinding
light, the fight leaving her body.
She opened her eyes again when she heard a velvety smooth voice, a voice that she detested
almost as much as Voldemort’s. Lucius Malfoy. He walked in front of her, filling her
vision, his eyes cold and calculating.
“Finally, we get a chance to prove to you why Mudblood’s are inferior to Purebloods,” he
said, his voice dripping with malice.
She drew her legs up to her chest, trying to hide herself from his view. “Go to hell,
Malfoy,” she uttered as a reflex.
“Oh, no, my dear. It’s you that is in hell. My Lord has given you to me, to be my pet,” he
drawled, enjoying watching her eyes open in fear as he drew out his wand. Within moments,
he had her bound to a bed he conjured in the corner of the room and he began to
disrobe.
She stared at him in horror, knowing what was about to come. She began to struggle
helplessly against the magical binding.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Lucius said quickly, causing her body to freeze with a muttered word.
“I don’t want any marks on your body unless I put them there.” His voice lowered, “And
trust me, my pet, I will put them there.”
Hermione felt fear course through her body as she lost her capability for speech. For the
first time in her life, she had no idea what to say. She watched him disrobe, unable to
stop herself and when he revealed his enormous organ, her body felt like it had been dropped
in a bucket of ice water.
He laughed cruelly as he crawled on top of her, making no effort to prepare her body for
him. Her body awoke at that moment and she began to struggle in earnest, her fear and panic
overriding the spell he had on her.
“No,” she whimpered, wrenching her head from side to side as she tried to buck him off of
her. She was unsuccessful. When he ripped into her body, she was sure that she was being
torn in half; the pain was immense. Unlike with Voldemort, she could not contain her scream
of pain and fear. It rang across the dungeon, causing Lucius’ lust to increase.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as he mercilessly pounded into her, panting in her face.
“That’s it, pet. Scream all you want,” he panted.
Hermione closed her eyes, hoping to close out the pain and the spasms racked her body as she
felt him reach his pinnacle. Saying a prayer of relief, she felt him crawl off her body.
She opened her eyes to see him perform a Cleansing charm on himself before leaving her
chained to the bed, ensconced in bloody sheets.
Draco looked at Hermione in shock, not believing her. “You mean my father…” he said
haltingly.
Hermione looked at him, emotions swirling in her eyes. “Yes,” she said with hatred lacing
her voice. “I was your father’s plaything,” she snarled as she snatched her hand away from
him. “Every day, for a month. Some days, he would give me to other people. I lost count
of how many people raped me.”
Draco retreated to his chair, his head between his hands, which were shaking.
Hermione looked at him, seeing Lucius in him, but trying to separate the two in her mind as
she carried on in a monotone voice.
Hermione looked down at the “food” they had given her. Bread with so much mould on it
that even the rats wouldn’t touch it. Rancid water. She couldn’t even force herself to
touch it, much less eat it. In a way, in the small corner of her mind that still hoped for
escape, she knew that she must eat something, lest she wouldn’t be able to move when the
rescue came. The majority of her hoped that by refusing the rations, she would die. This
was the third day that they had given her the rancid food and the third day that she refused
to eat it.
She had begun to have hallucinations, her mind separating herself from reality to try to
protect her, so when the door opened and she heard Ron’s voice, she knew that she was
dreaming. She didn’t even move when she heard Ron mutter, “Bloody Hell! ‘Mione? Are you
okay?” When she felt a soft hand on her arm, and a cloak being thrown over her body, she
jumped in surprise.
Opening her eyes, she started into Ron’s, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. “Ron?” she
whispered, her voice hoarse from all the screaming. Ron nodded numbly. “Oh, Merlin. Ron!”
she said brokenly as sobs began to rack her body.
Quickly he unbound her, wrapping her in his cloak and carried her out of the dark dungeon.
“Merlin, ‘Mione. You’re so light,” he said, shock lacing his voice.
Hermione looked at Draco, whose pale complexion was even paler than normal. “I still don’t
know how the found me. I was in and out of consciousness for a week. The malnutrition and
dehydration in combination with the filthy conditions in the dungeon caused a major
infection in my body. By the time I awoke, the Final Battle was over and Ron and Harry were
dead.”
For once, Draco seemed to be at a loss for words and when he finally looked at her, she saw
loathing and disgust in his eyes. She quickly lowered her eyes, her worst fears coming
true.
Draco shook his head before standing. “Um…I—I need some time to process this,” he choked
out before quickly leaving her quarters.
Hermione sank back into her chair, too emotionally drained to even cry as her heart seemed
to break into a million pieces.
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AN: So? What’d y’all think?
HannaDelacour – Yes it was cruel, but necessary! Thanks! I’m glad that you are loving
it.
Avanell – Yes, I’m evil! But it’s fun every once and a while to leave readers wanting more!
Thanks!
Pixi – Thanks for reviewing and I’m glad you’ve been reading it!
Angel – Thanks! I’m glad that you are still reading it!
:] – Thanks! I’m glad that you like it!
just playing with the wonderful characters that she created. I promise that I will put them
back the way I found them when I’m done!
AN: Here’s the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R.
My muse loves the attention.
© SparkyCSI
15. Condemnation
Draco settled back as he watched Hermione obviously struggling with what she was about to
tell him. He felt concern for her, but also a little trepidation. Somehow, he knew in his
gut that he wasn’t going to like what she was about to say. Finally, after finishing her
cup of tea, Hermione drew in a breath.
April 30, 1997
Hermione waited until all the teachers were in their quarters and quickly sent the message
to meet by the Room of Requirement. When the nine of them arrived, she quickly had them
move into position.
Her, Ron and Harry moved to the corridor where the passage from Honeyduke’s let out and got
settled behind a gargoyle. She looked at Harry before whispering, “Anything on the Map?”
Harry shook his head, “Not yet. We just have to be diligent.”
Hermione nodded, her mind going over her homework as she waited. After about fifteen
minutes, she heard Harry draw in a deep breath. “Oh, Merlin,” he said before drawing his
wand. “They are coming in on all three fronts. We have to warn the professors!”
Hermione looked at them, preparing for battle. “I’ll go. You, two stay together. Fight
them off as best you can. I promise, I’ll be okay.” She smiled wryly, “After all, I am the
smartest witch in our year.”
Ron started to protest, but she cut him off with a quick kiss. He finally relented. “Be
careful, ‘Mione.”
Hermione nodded as she slipped away, towards the Great Hall and the teacher’s quarters. She
walked carefully, trying to be as silent as possible. She was almost to the hall, when she
heard the stunning spell being yelled out. She turned, trying to block the spell and
noticed the three standing by a gargoyle. Then the world went black.
“Oh, Merlin, Mia!” Draco exclaimed. “Why did you go alone? If you knew the Death Eaters
were attacking, why split up?”
Hermione sniffed, trying to keep her emotions in check. “Because I thought that I was a
match for any Death Eater out there. I thought that by not being with Harry, who was such
an obvious target, I might be overlooked. But I was wrong.” She sighed before picking up
her story again.
Hermione looked around her at the dark and dank dungeon that she was being held in. She
tested the restraints around her wrists, hoping that they would come free. Just my bloody
luck, she thought when the restraints just tightened on her wrists. She ceased her
struggling, knowing that for the meantime it was useless to fight back. Brightest witch
of my generation my bloody arse! If I’m so bloody bright, how did I get myself into this
stupid situation?
She sighed in relief as the restraints eased when she stopped struggling. She felt like a
fool. She knew that splitting up from Harry and Ron was a mistake, but she was so sure that
she could handle whatever spell anyone could throw at her that she insisted that she would
be fine. She tried to look around but, could only feel that she was chained to the wall of
a pitch black dungeon, her wand nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, she jumped. She heard footsteps outside the door. She squinted in pain as the
door opened, flooding the room with bright light, which after the complete darkness of the
dungeon, blinded her. Her eyes watered as they finally adjusted to the increased light
levels and she gasped at the sight in front of her. Lord Voldemort.
She cringed in disgust as he walked over to her and ran his hand down her face.
“Ah. Potter’s little Mudblood,” he said. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you for a long
time. I think it’s time that you learned your place in the magical world.”
Hermione cringed at the evil laughter that erupted from his throat. She flinched when his
hand moved from her face and started to work its way down her chest. She saw him move his
lips, but could not hear any sound due to the blood rushing in her ears. Then she felt a
breeze on bare skin and looked down to see than he had made all of her clothes vanish. She
whimpered as his hand pinched her naked flesh; she flinched in fear and disgust. She began
to struggle again as he disrobed. She closed her eyes, to block out the sight of
him.
She felt her limbs being drawn out from the defensive position she was in against her will,
then felt his hot breath next to her ear. “When I’m done with you, you’ll scream out in
pain and it will be delicious,” he whispered as he broke past her hymen and took her
virginity. With an iron will, she clamped down on her screams and uttered nothing more than
a groan, knowing that screams would only please him. When it was over, she curled up into a
ball and wished that she would die.
“Oh, Mia,” Draco began, moving to slightly touch her ice cold hand. “I’m so sorry,” he
whispered, his other hand going to her face and lightly wiping the tears away.
Hermione shook her head, taking another shuddering breath. “There’s more,” she whispered
brokenly.
When she awoke the next time, she had no sense of how long she had been there. It could
have been a day or a week for all she knew. There were two things she prayed for. One was
that Harry and Ron would rescue her and the other was that someone would kill her. She
knew, without a doubt, that if she had her wand, she would kill herself, but she still
couldn’t find it. Logically she knew that they had probably broken her wand, leaving her
defenceless against them. She heard the door open again and closed her eyes to the blinding
light, the fight leaving her body.
She opened her eyes again when she heard a velvety smooth voice, a voice that she detested
almost as much as Voldemort’s. Lucius Malfoy. He walked in front of her, filling her
vision, his eyes cold and calculating.
“Finally, we get a chance to prove to you why Mudblood’s are inferior to Purebloods,” he
said, his voice dripping with malice.
She drew her legs up to her chest, trying to hide herself from his view. “Go to hell,
Malfoy,” she uttered as a reflex.
“Oh, no, my dear. It’s you that is in hell. My Lord has given you to me, to be my pet,” he
drawled, enjoying watching her eyes open in fear as he drew out his wand. Within moments,
he had her bound to a bed he conjured in the corner of the room and he began to
disrobe.
She stared at him in horror, knowing what was about to come. She began to struggle
helplessly against the magical binding.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Lucius said quickly, causing her body to freeze with a muttered word.
“I don’t want any marks on your body unless I put them there.” His voice lowered, “And
trust me, my pet, I will put them there.”
Hermione felt fear course through her body as she lost her capability for speech. For the
first time in her life, she had no idea what to say. She watched him disrobe, unable to
stop herself and when he revealed his enormous organ, her body felt like it had been dropped
in a bucket of ice water.
He laughed cruelly as he crawled on top of her, making no effort to prepare her body for
him. Her body awoke at that moment and she began to struggle in earnest, her fear and panic
overriding the spell he had on her.
“No,” she whimpered, wrenching her head from side to side as she tried to buck him off of
her. She was unsuccessful. When he ripped into her body, she was sure that she was being
torn in half; the pain was immense. Unlike with Voldemort, she could not contain her scream
of pain and fear. It rang across the dungeon, causing Lucius’ lust to increase.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as he mercilessly pounded into her, panting in her face.
“That’s it, pet. Scream all you want,” he panted.
Hermione closed her eyes, hoping to close out the pain and the spasms racked her body as she
felt him reach his pinnacle. Saying a prayer of relief, she felt him crawl off her body.
She opened her eyes to see him perform a Cleansing charm on himself before leaving her
chained to the bed, ensconced in bloody sheets.
Draco looked at Hermione in shock, not believing her. “You mean my father…” he said
haltingly.
Hermione looked at him, emotions swirling in her eyes. “Yes,” she said with hatred lacing
her voice. “I was your father’s plaything,” she snarled as she snatched her hand away from
him. “Every day, for a month. Some days, he would give me to other people. I lost count
of how many people raped me.”
Draco retreated to his chair, his head between his hands, which were shaking.
Hermione looked at him, seeing Lucius in him, but trying to separate the two in her mind as
she carried on in a monotone voice.
Hermione looked down at the “food” they had given her. Bread with so much mould on it
that even the rats wouldn’t touch it. Rancid water. She couldn’t even force herself to
touch it, much less eat it. In a way, in the small corner of her mind that still hoped for
escape, she knew that she must eat something, lest she wouldn’t be able to move when the
rescue came. The majority of her hoped that by refusing the rations, she would die. This
was the third day that they had given her the rancid food and the third day that she refused
to eat it.
She had begun to have hallucinations, her mind separating herself from reality to try to
protect her, so when the door opened and she heard Ron’s voice, she knew that she was
dreaming. She didn’t even move when she heard Ron mutter, “Bloody Hell! ‘Mione? Are you
okay?” When she felt a soft hand on her arm, and a cloak being thrown over her body, she
jumped in surprise.
Opening her eyes, she started into Ron’s, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. “Ron?” she
whispered, her voice hoarse from all the screaming. Ron nodded numbly. “Oh, Merlin. Ron!”
she said brokenly as sobs began to rack her body.
Quickly he unbound her, wrapping her in his cloak and carried her out of the dark dungeon.
“Merlin, ‘Mione. You’re so light,” he said, shock lacing his voice.
Hermione looked at Draco, whose pale complexion was even paler than normal. “I still don’t
know how the found me. I was in and out of consciousness for a week. The malnutrition and
dehydration in combination with the filthy conditions in the dungeon caused a major
infection in my body. By the time I awoke, the Final Battle was over and Ron and Harry were
dead.”
For once, Draco seemed to be at a loss for words and when he finally looked at her, she saw
loathing and disgust in his eyes. She quickly lowered her eyes, her worst fears coming
true.
Draco shook his head before standing. “Um…I—I need some time to process this,” he choked
out before quickly leaving her quarters.
Hermione sank back into her chair, too emotionally drained to even cry as her heart seemed
to break into a million pieces.
AN: So? What’d y’all think?
HannaDelacour – Yes it was cruel, but necessary! Thanks! I’m glad that you are loving
it.
Avanell – Yes, I’m evil! But it’s fun every once and a while to leave readers wanting more!
Thanks!
Pixi – Thanks for reviewing and I’m glad you’ve been reading it!
Angel – Thanks! I’m glad that you are still reading it!
:] – Thanks! I’m glad that you like it!