Filthy Little Mudblood

His hands stroked down her body, touching every inch of her leather bodice before slowly waving his wand and making their clothing disappear.

“Cheater,” she said cheekily.

He stopped his ministrations for a moment and looked down at her. Her brown curls lay haphazardly around her head, her hands gently touching his arms, and her eyes laden with desire for him.

“You’re lucky, you know,” he said after a moment‘s thought.

“Yes, I know,” she chuckled, “but I believe you’re thinking something other than the fact that you’re naked and hovering over me. Tell me, Lucius, why am I lucky.”

He grinned down at her, his entire face softening with the upturned corners of his mouth. His beautiful blonde hair hanging down as a curtain to shield the lovers from the world. “You’re lucky, pet, because when he walked in here tonight, I was actually giving you a command that you were obeying. I think otherwise he might have taken drastic measures against us both,” he said seriously.

“He’s your master,” she spat angrily trying to sit up in the process, “not mine. You may force me to call him as such and make me pretend to cower in his presence, but I’ll only feel hatred and contempt for the evil git.”

He roughly shoved her down and stood up, pacing the floor in all his glorious nakedness. He stopped abruptly and glared at her. “I’ve warned you about your sharp tongue, witch! You will do as you’re told and keep your thoughts on this matter strictly to yourself. I have no desire to break you as the others have so stupidly done with their own slaves, but do not tempt me to hurt you.”

She sat on the bed, watching him walk, and listening to his “watch your mouth” speech once again. They had had this conversation many times since her arrival and it would seem they were destined to have this conversation many more times in the future.

When she first came and he had claimed her, she was very scared. However, he had explained to her what she could expect from the house as a whole and what other Death Eaters did to their slaves along with what the Dark Lord expected them to do. He also told her that it was because she intrigued him that he had chosen her. Only she had bested his son at Hogwarts and he knew it was because of her that Harry Potter was still alive to this day. In his explanation, he included his desire to have her willingly obey him. She had laughed outright at this, but he continued on, telling her that it was up to him what happened with her. The choice was given to her: obey Lucius Malfoy’s every command, or be tied down and raped repeatedly by every Death Eater that happened to want her at any given time.

She had glared and fumed for several short minutes until he quickly drew his wand and had her unclothed and tied to his bed. Slowly he crawled up her body, letting his magnificent hair trail across her bare flesh as she struggled to get away from him. He touched her softly and openly admired her womanly figure as he trailed his hands up to her face. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

“This is what it could be like for you, with every man who wanted a quick fuck. Is this what you want, Hermione? Do you want the choice to be taken from you or do you want me to care for you and make sure you’re safe?” he had asked her huskily, his erection obvious, but his actions controlled.

His words washed over her and she felt all the heat in her body rush to the pit of her stomach. She wondered briefly what was wrong with her, then, being as smart as always, she realized that she was actually very turned on by a man she swore to hate. He had continued to talk to her and touch her lightly until she was moaning and arching into his hands. With a soft chuckle, he released her bindings and removed his own clothes. After that, he proceeded to show her what real sex was all about, and how by pleasing him and obeying his commands, he would also see to her own fulfillment.

Currently, however, he continued pacing back and forth. “Lucius, I understand, really I do, but you have to know this isn’t easy for me. I’ve spent a decade hating and fearing the man. Old habits just die hard, I suppose,” she said softly before standing and walking over to him. Gently placing her hand on his bare arm, she turned him to face her. “I also know what he’s capable of and I’d never do anything that would cause him to hurt you. Now, tell me about this party so that I won’t disappoint you,” she added, effectively changing the subject.

They sat on the sofa, both still gloriously nude, and discussed the upcoming party.

“Very few slaves that come to these parties make it out unscathed. I have already made it known that you are mine and I do not wish to share you, but that may be taken out of my control. It would appear that the Dark Lord took a sudden interest in you tonight. He, himself may wish to take you from me.”

Hermione gasped in shock. Lucius was the only thing, as sadistic as it was, that was keeping her safe and even sane. What if she was taken away by another? What if that person wished to only harm her? What if the Dark Lord himself made her into his personal slave and she never saw Lucius again, or he broke her the way he did Ginny?

“Only he would have that authority, Hermione,” he said softly, sensing her tension. “No other Death Eater could take you as you were given to me by the Dark Lord himself for my loyal service. It would not be in his best interest to reward such services and then take away said rewards. I will give you the option now, however, to decide if you would be willing to ‘play’ with anyone else. You must tell me your desires before tomorrow so that I will know. I can make it look as though it was my own wish to share you and no one would think they could do as they wanted with you. I always keep what is mine, Hermione, never forget that you belong to me.”

“Do I have to?” she asked shakily.

“No, but I’m afraid in time the decision may be taken out of your hands. It will be better if I were able to control the situation.”

“But I thought you said that I was given to you and couldn’t be taken away.”

“They wouldn’t take you away. There’s a difference in owning a slave and having sex with one,” he said haughtily.

“Oh,” she muttered.

“Tomorrow night you will be expected to look your best. I will provide a dress for the occasion and I expect excellence from you, is that understood?”

“Yes,” she said, looking up at him nervously.

“Just like earlier, you are not to look at the Dark Lord, or speak to him unless he speaks to you directly. I also want you to treat the others the same way, as a single glance can send the wrong impression. This is a victory party for our success in last week’s battle and there will be more than a little alcohol. Also, Severus will be the ‘guest of honor’ so to speak and will be rewarded in some small way.”

“A battle? Can you tell me…?”

“No, I can’t tell you much. No one on your side,” he spat in disgust, “that you’re familiar with was killed, only a few newer members. Potter didn’t even show. We believe the Dark Lord’s plan to slowly kill him from heartbreak is actually working.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, worry and concern for her best friend lacing her voice.

“Every time he takes the Weasley girl, Potter can see it. This is what the Dark Lord has told us, though none understand it. The Dark Lord is not a nice lover, Hermione, and if he wants you, I’m sure Potter will see that as well. You’ll be in pain, but you MUST obey him. Don’t challenge him or you may not live to regret it. You’ve not seen the condition of the other slaves and you won’t see it until tomorrow, but you look like a queen in comparison. I’m not sure what it is about you, but taking care of you has actually been to my advantage. You’ve turned out far better than even I expected.”

“I did agree to the terms, Lucius, although I never expected you to keep your end of our agreement,” she said absentmindedly. “Poor Harry. That would be enough to kill him.” She stood up and started pacing the room, her mind working in overdrive as she muttered to herself. “If he really has opened the connection again, then Harry will see everything. He won’t have a choice and he won’t be able to block it. This will surely kill him.”

“Hermione, what are you mumbling about?” Lucius asked exasperatedly. Although he was growing to care somewhat for the mudblood, and definitely enjoyed the sex, she was still his slave and sometimes he just wanted to physically shut her up. Right now, however, she seemed to know something that no other Death Eater knew about, save Severus, and he wasn’t talking.

“Oh, um,” she stammered, not trusting Lucius enough yet to tell him what she knew, “I’m just worried about Harry, that’s all.”

“What connection are you talking about?” he asked forcefully, taking her upper arms in his hands and pulling her to face him, “and DO NOT lie to me.”

She gave a resigned sigh before saying, “they’re connected. Vol…the Dark Lord and Harry have a connection. There are times when Harry can see exactly what the Dark Lord can see. That’s how he knew to go to the Department of Mysteries the night Sirius was killed. I thought you knew that.”

“No, not completely. We’re obviously only told a limited amount. Had I known more, I wouldn’t have failed that day as I did.”

“What did you think it was?”

“An implanted dream of sorts, I suppose. This whole conversation is getting off point. As for tomorrow, you must know you have many enemies that will be there and you will have to watch yourself. Stay with me and allow me to take care of you.”

“Ok,” she said quietly.

“And before you ask, Bella and my wife will be present.”

Hermione’s eyes flashed with rage, but she didn’t say anything.

Lucius quirked an eyebrow at her. “Problems with my wife?”

“No,” she ground out.

“Ah, I see. Still holding a grudge against Bella for killing Black, then?”

She ripped herself from his grip and stormed closer to the bed. “You could say that,” she snarled.

“You must realize that Black was very unhinged from his time in Azkaban. Death was probably better for him than staying imprisoned in his own home.”

“I’m well aware of the problems he suffered, thank you very much. But she took him away from Harry, from Remus.”

“The werewolf?” he scoffed. “Come now, Hermione, you can’t be seriously concerned for a werewolf.”

“When that werewolf is Remus Lupin, then yes, I can. He’s more of a man than most of your Death Eaters, no matter what you say!”

Lucius grabbed her arms tightly again and snarled angrily, “did you care for this werewolf, Granger? Is that your problem? You’ve been here, fucking me, and all the while pining away for him?”

Shaking her head in shock, she could only stare as he continued to squeeze her arms with bruising strength. “Lucius, you’re hurting me, let go. I never had anything with Remus, for crying out loud, he was just a friend!”

Suddenly he threw her on the bed and dropped on top of her, roughly kissing her lips as his hands groped her breasts and down to her hips. He spread her legs by drawing on knee up to his waist, and quickly shoved his hardened length inside of her, making her scream in pain since she was no longer ready for him.

“You belong to me, now! To me” he snarled, thrusting roughly inside of her and ignoring the tears that streamed down her face. “I want to hear you say it! Tell me who you belong to!”

“Y…you, I…I belong to you,” she said, crying openly as he spilled his seed inside of her, causing her to burn from the inside out as his semen coated her abraded and bleeding flesh.

When he finished and stood back up, she quickly scooted to the headboard and drew her knees up to her chin.

“There’s a meeting in an hour that I must attend. I’ll be back afterward and we can continue our fun. Read more from those books,” he said evenly, before his clothes flew back to his body and he briskly left the room.

She sat in shock for several moments. She had never been afraid of Lucius as he’d never been so cruel to her as he was at that moment. Knowing she had no right to feel betrayed since she was in fact, his slave and he could do what he wanted with her, she hardened her heart and decided to do as he said, but to never read more into his words and actions than was truly there. She may have been coming to care for him, but that was over now and those feelings had no chance of being returned.

Still very shaken from the way he had roughly taken her, she walked over to the table and began arranging some of the Dark Arts books that Lucius had brought her. Hesitantly she pulled one close to her. She wasn’t sure what it was, but every time she read these books, she felt something within herself harden and an entirely different kind of magic spread throughout her body. Having no choice in the matter, and laughing slightly at the content of the chapter she knew was next, she opened the book and continued reading on the ways of Werewolf mating habits.

There was certainly an interesting bit about their aggressive coupling the day of the full moon and Hermione silently wondered if that was why Remus had kept himself locked away on those days. Apparently, sex wasn’t the only thing where they tended to became more aggressive. The texts went on to say that their behavior towards others would become crude and almost violent. She was shocked to read further down the page that it was for this reason that werewolves could be used for dangerous causes. Not only because they were willing to shirk those that oppressed them, but because they felt the need to control and even punish other humans on that day. The ones that openly accepted what they were could be forced to use that aggression any day of the month. The ones that refused, would never have the ‘gift’ of peace on those days.

“I’ll be damned,” Hermione thought to herself when she finished the chapter, now understanding more of the werewolves ways then she ever thought possible. Suddenly the repercussions of everyone’s treatment of Remus, including her own and the way he treated himself, made perfect sense to her.

The next book she pulled over, to her relief, was about healing. She read several spells that could be used to heal rape victims, which is what she herself was feeling like at the moment.

“Now, if only I could wave my wand at myself and say ‘Vigoratus’, then I’d be fine,” she murmured, using her hand as a pretend wand.

A light suddenly shot out of her hand and into her body. Feeling a sudden tingling sensation, Hermione gasped and froze. Her entire body warmed and then all the pain was gone.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “Was that wandless magic, or just…” she trailed off, still lost in thought.

Deciding to try a simple spell to see if her first assumption was correct, she aimed her hand at her robe and said “Accio robe.” Her robe came flying across the room and landed on top of her.

“Well, that needs some work doesn’t it?” she thought, jumping up and wrapping the robe around her as she smiled broadly at all the new possibilities now open to her.