Initiation

Author: Kim aka kjsparkles

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

Author’s Notes: Wow, I am stunned. Over 500 hits, and no one took the time to review. If I don’t get some, I won’t update, it’s that simple. So take a couple of seconds and review! This chapter is sort of a transition and sets up the rest of the story. Enjoy!

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Chapter 2

They reached the clearing all too quickly for Hermione’s taste. She was not being given any time to compose herself, and was beginning to panic slightly. She wasn’t just here to be used and abused; she was supposed to be a valuable part of their plans.

That’s what she understood from her original contact person, Blaise Zabini. They were on decent terms from school, so when she saw him in Hogsmeade, Hermione knew he was her in. It all worked perfectly. Once she made her interest known, and her feud with her friends was made public knowledge, she was owled and told someone would contact her about the initiation. That’s when Professor Snape asked to meet with her. The rest is history.

At the edge of the clearing, Draco let go of her arm, and the momentum sent her falling forward. Hermione caught herself just in time. She was standing in the middle of a circle of Death Eaters; she counted about twenty, but couldn’t be certain since she kept her head bowed, not making eye contact with anyone. She stood perfectly still, the silence of the circle was deafening.

The crack of someone apparating broke the silence. Out of the corner of her right eye, she could see a tall man in black robes with silver accents. She couldn’t see his face, but was certain Voldemort had just arrived. Hermione made herself take even breaths, and was very glad she practiced yoga. She saw the figure in black move toward her, but she did not move or raise her head. She needed to show absolute respect. He stopped behind her, out of her line of sight.

“Miss Granger, so nice to finally meet you. I understand you wish to serve me.”

Hermione barely suppressed the shudder that welled up inside of her. Harry had been dead accurate when describing Voldemort’s voice. It was slow, snake-like, and very calculated. She kept her head down, but nodded slightly and replied to him.

“Yes, My Lord, I’m very eager to serve you.”

Without replying, Voldemort walked to the far right side of the circle and sat on what Hermione thought was a stone chair. Silence reigned again over the circle; no one dared to disrespect Voldemort’s authority.

“Very well, then. Come to me, my dear.”

Hermistilstill kept her head down, but walked with great purpose and stopped directly in front of Lord Voldemort. She could feel his eyes sizing her up. It was uncomfortable to say the least. She didn’t know if he was approving of her, or if he was going to kill her, or worse, on the spot. He took his time, but spoke quietly after several minutes.

“Miss Granger, you could be of great service to our noble cause. You have information about Potter, and you could get more for us, could you not?”

“Yes, My Lord, of course I can.”

“Very well then,” Voldemort continued in a soft hiss the others in the circle could not hear, “I shall accept you as one of my followers. So on with the initiation it is. Normally, my dear, I force the new Death Eater to do exactly as I say, but for you I have made an exception. I will give you several choices, and you may choose between them. Is that alright with you?”

Hermione knew better than to disagree, so she nodded slightly and dropped her knees a bit into what looked like a half curtsey. She followed his lead in keeping her voice down. It was obvious the others were not to hear that she was being given special treatment.

“Yes, My Lord, that is very generous of you. I will do whatever you ask of me.”

“Good girl. You may look up now, I wish to see your face,” Voldemort stated his order with an evil smirk.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be special treatment, maybe it was worse than the others got. After all, she was just a mudblood joining the ranks of all purebloods. Hermione raised her head, and met his eyes for the first time. They were red, snake-like, and totally unreadable. His thin lips were curled into a sneer as he showed his obvious distain for her bloodline.

“Little Mudblood, whatever should I have you do?” Voldemort asked the rhetorical question as he tapped his fingers on the arms of his stone chair. “Normally, I make a potential Death Eater kidnap, torture and murder a muggle or muggleborn. You may choose that, if you wish, but it is getting rather boring, and as a female, you cannot rape. What a pity.”

Hermione stood with her face blank as the Dark Lord rambled on about possibilities for her. By what he was saying after each one, she knew he would not be pleased if she were to pick one of these. It appeared he was trying to keep her in suspense as to what he really believed she should do.

“Rape, its such a beautiful word, is it not? It reeks of power, pain and pleasure. The struggle of the victim only makes it better. It pleases me greatly when I am able to observe my followers take such power. Tonight would be a wonderful night for a rape; the moon and stars are bright enough to see every detail. Yes, a good rape would be amazing at the moment. I’ve decided not to give you a choice, Mudblood. Here is what you will be doing this night.”

Hermionereatreath hitched. At least if she had a choice she could pick the least offense deed, but now that was being taken away from her. What a slimy snake he was. And he was talking about sex and rape a lot. Her nerves flared at the thought. Hermione had only been with two men, boys really, and those encounters were not pleasurable, mostly boring for her, and it was all over so quickly. Voldemort must really have been able to find one’s weaknesses because this would be hers.

“Instead of you gaining any power, I believe you need to be put in your place. You only serve a limited purpose to me, Mudblood, never forget that. If you survive what I am going to have my Inner Circle do to you, you may join us to spy on Potter. If you do not, then Potter will be finding your body on his doorstep.”

Dread was all Hermione could feel. Her heart was beating so quickly it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Voldemort lifted his hand, and signaled to a cloaked figure. The man came forward, and grabbed Hermione. She was dragged back out onto the forest path, down farther than where she had been apparated. She did not expect the cloaked figure to speak or acknowledge her, but he did.

“You are in for it, Mudblood.”

Draco Malfoy. She’d recognize his voice anywhere. He obviously knew what was going to happen. Perhaps Voldemort’s speech was all staged to play on her emotions and see her reactions. Otherwise, why would he allow her to look him in the eye?

They turned a sharp bend and exited the path into another clearing. This clearing was lit only by moonlight, but was still clearly visible. In the center was a large, flat, rock slab. It almost looked like a large coffin, if it had a noticeable lid. Draco let go of Hermione’s arm as he threw her forward.

Hermione stumbled a bit, but caught herself. In the meantime, Malfoy had grabbed his wand and was pointing it at her. Her instinct was to do the same, but she did not as it would be a sign of defiance. He did a quick levitation spell and made Hermione hover over the rock slab. He rotated her body so she was lying horizontal above it. He dropped her suddenly, and before she could cushion her fall or get off the slab, he said a binding spell making her glued to the slab.

Draco walked over to her quickly. His smirk was the largest and most evil she had ever seen. He crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at her like a cat that just ate the mouse.

“You’re not just bound to the rock, Mudblood. You’re bound to each of us. That’s the beauty of it. We can lift any part of you off the rock, but you will have no control over it. And when we let go, that body part will snap back to the rock. You’re like a doll, Mudblood.”

He emphasized his little speech by lifting her arm off the rock and immediately letting go of it. Her arm snapped back to the rock so quickly that it felt like her arm broke. At best, she would have one long bruise. Draco watched her reaction and decided to continue on, furthering her anxiety.

“This is our preferred way to rape. The Imperious Curse is just no fun. There’s no struggle involved. We like to see the woman resist us, and to watch her pain and pleasure. Oh yes, Mudblood, there’s pleasure in this for you too. I couldn’t tell you how many women I’ve gotten off while raping them. Many times the body disobeys the mind.”

Hermione had no time to wrap her mind around what Malfoy just said, as she heard the other Death Eaters approach the clearing. They formed another circle, but this one was tighter. The men were standing shoulder to shoulder, as close to her as possible. The fun was going to begin…