Indelicate Intentions

Disclaimer: The plot is for me, but the characters aren’t!

I just want to say thank you to Madam_Goodsnatch for being my beta for this story (sorry about misspelling your name last time).

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Hermione was uncertain how long she’d been locked into the small home with Snape. It had seemed like days had passed, but it was likely only hours. Time stretched on forever when one didn’t want it to.

There was a loud bang from another room, and had she not been so frightened, she would have gone to see what had happened. She closed her eyes and began praying that Ron and Harry had got the Order to help them and had found her.

Instead of hearing her closest friend and her boyfriend, she heard Lavender’s screeches. “Leave me alone!” she was shouting.

Another woman’s voice replied with a harsh, “Shut up, you little idiot!” There was a thud after that, and the woman began laughing.

“Bella, must you come into my home and disrupt my things?” Snape asked.

“We’ve been waiting for you to bring the little bint over to join this one. Thought you were coming back to the Dark Lord’s headquarters,” a man said.

“I told our Lord that I would be staying here this night. I’ve things to work on, Rodolphus,” answered Snape with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “I don’t remember having to clear my comings and goings with you.”

“This one is a right pain in the arse,” Bellatrix said. “I want the other one. Potter’s woman.”

Severus chuckled. “Potter’s woman? Did you not listen to what these two were arguing about? It certainly wasn’t that dunderhead. No, it was his sidekick, Weasley, which isn’t much of a step up if you ask me.”

“Why did you get to choose your prisoner then? What’s so good about her?” Bellatrix questioned.

“I may have some use for her,” replied Snape.

Hermione pressed against the wall more tightly, hoping that just because their voices were getting closer didn’t mean they would want to see her. The door creaked open, and although her eyes were closed, she could still discern light beyond her closed lids.

‘Oh, no,’ she thought in fear. ‘Why does that Lestrange woman want me so badly?’

Before she knew what was happening, she was pulled up by a pair of strong, meaty hands – definitely not Snape’s. “Let go!” she yelled, trying to pull back. Instead, her face was clutched with one of the big paws, and the man pressed his lips against hers roughly. She kept her mouth tightly closed and tried to fight him off with her fists and feet.

He only laughed and licked the side of her face, sneering hatefully. “Oh, I think I have some use for her, too, Snape. I want this one.”

“Absolutely not,” Snape said while stepping forward.

She was relieved.

“Until I’m done with her,” he added.

“She’s right feisty. Just like I like ‘em,” Rodolphus continued, moving his hand down to roughly grab one of her breasts. “I think the other one wouldn’t take much coercing if you ask me.”

“Get back, Ro,” Bellatrix said, glaring at Hermione. She moved forward and passed her hands down Hermione’s body, caressing her everywhere. “Mmmm.”

“Get off!” Hermione said through clenched teeth. She didn’t want this woman’s hands on her. She just wanted to be left alone. Finally able to wrench herself away from them, she twirled around and hid behind Snape, grasping his robes tightly in her fists.

“Oho!” Bellatrix laughed. “Looks like she’s got a soft spot for you, Snape. What exactly have you been up to already?”

“Not a thing,” he said and turned around to push Hermione away from him. “Back, you silly girl.”

When the Lestranges stepped forward, Hermione chose to face Snape’s wrath rather than theirs and quickly moved to hide behind him again. He twisted her away from him by painfully grabbing her wrists and pushed her against the wall.

“Dare you think you are safe with me, little girl?” he asked in a menacing, soft voice. She said nothing, so his head lowered and his teeth nipped at her earlobe, tugging it forcefully. In a whisper, he said, “I’ll have you chained to bedposts and screaming my name, begging me to take you, to hurt you, before this night is through.”

Hermione froze as the vision of his words flashed in her mind. Something happened in that second. She knew that she would rather be chained to his bedposts than to submit to anything the Lestranges would request of her. “Don’t make me go,” she managed to squeak as his hands kneaded her breasts none too gently.

He abruptly stepped away from her, spun on his heel to face the others, and said, “She stays. Take the other.”

“Keep both of them,” Rodolphus said, clutching his arm. “For now.”

“Our Lord summons us,” Bellatrix said, clutching her arm, too. “We will tell him all that has transpired, and he will decide what we do with our prisoners.”

“You need not speak for me, for I’ve already gone to him,” Snape said in a bored tone. “Leave the other one if you’d like,” he added. “But make certain your return for her soon – if the Dark Lord permits, that is.”

With a couple of cracks, both Lestranges Disapparated, leaving behind a stiff-backed Snape and a slumped-down Hermione. “Sir?” she finally managed.

He faced her. “What is it now?”

“Lavender. May I see to her?” she asked uncertainly, noting that his wand hand was flexing.

“You may, but drag her in here. This will be where the two of you shall stay until I can accommodate my bedchambers for the three of us.” He smirked when she gulped. “It shan’t take very long.”

She breathed a sigh of relief as he exited the door, but her breath caught again as his voice carried back to her.

“And there’s no use in trying to escape. Everything is warded and locked down. You are truly my prisoner, Miss Granger, as is your pretty little friend.”

Waiting for him to get further down the hallway, she gathered her courage and quickly made her way down to the next room where she’d heard the commotion. She found Lavender sprawled on the floor, gashes on her cheeks, arms, and legs. Her clothing had been torn in many places, and there was a bruise already forming under one eye.

“I guess she fought them,” Hermione mumbled. She swallowed the lump in her throat. When the time came for her, should she fight them, too? Fight Snape? Suddenly, between her thighs felt extremely hot. ‘God, I’m a freak,’ she thought to herself.

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A/N: Hey, thanks for all the reviews, everybody! I really liked them and feel good about continuing the story. Things get interesting up next!!