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The Will to Power
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
9,381
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Will to Power ACT III -A Burnt Offering to the Venus of Violence
Pardon the category but I originally meant not to continue the story and I cannot change the category myself.
Title: Will to Power: ACT III -A Burnt Offering to the Venus of Violence
Author: Supersonic Bitch
Summary: Captured Hermione. Interested Bellatrix. You'll do the math.
Pairings: Bellatrix/Hermione, implied: Draco/Hermione, Lucius/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, dark!fic, torture, chan, violence, pre-femmeslash, references to chanslash, incest, non-con and het.
Word count: 515
Disclaimer: Jo's. Not mine. She makes the money, I don't.
(A/N: Not canon-compliant after OotP. Still dedicated to my left hand. Great hails to The Real Luciusmistress for betaing and being made of epic win. I snatched the subtitle from Diabolos Rising's song "Sadism Unbound".)
Will to Power: ACT III -A Burnt Offering to the Venus of Violence
Hermione returned to the waking world. Her face hurt. Was her nose broken? What had happened? Where was she? No. No. Malfoy had raped her -captured her ...she was at the mercy of Death Eaters. Lack of mercy.
Her eyesight was still hazy but it was not difficult to notice the wild-eyed witch looming over her. Bellatrix Lestrange. Black hair, eyes like a swirling abyss of... unimaginable madness, something beyond cruelty. The fate of Neville's parents... the Muggle-born girl tried to stop the ghost train of thoughts but they went on and on against her will.
"Draco dear, you had fun with this Mudblood whore. I can see the appeal, she's broken and sore."
"Well... her virgin arse was rather a redeeming quality, aunt Bella. The dirty bitch enjoyed it against her will. I left your favourite parts untouched, or course."
Bellatrix's voice was a soft, sensual purr, even worse than Draco's cold, calculated malice. The rhyme, it was oozing warm creepiness.
"Sophisticated and polite, you are your father's son in so many ways. He is free now and certainly about to reward you like you want."
Draco's pale, pointed face showed genuine joy and his lips curled into a lustful smirk.
"Meaning also, just like he wants. I won't delay your intimate moment any longer."
"Ah, the sweetness of young love, my debauched nephew."
Hermione had regained her wits during the discussion. Despite her hopeless situation -Bellatrix's knife on her throat-, she was analysing everything around her. Malfoy's voice was now full of longing that was as far from normal, filial affection as it ever could. Lucius was ...fucking his son and Draco enjoyed it?
The blond walked away, leaving her alone with the madwoman. Bellatrix removed the knife from Hermione's throat and started to cut the remains of her torn school uniform. Her blouse was now just a memory. Bellatrix pressed the sharp blade deeper into her flesh, breaking skin. Hermione could almost see the opened wound, the bared muscle tissue -but now she had a chance to try to escape. No hope to get away but maybe Bellatrix would lose her temper and she'd receive a quick, painless death.
Gathering all her strength, Hermione shut the pain away and rose up. The knife cut deep into her left breast but she managed to get on her feet, ignoring the stream of blood that was flowing down.
"Crucio!"
The pain was black, searing acid that seeped into every wound in her body. She felt Bellatrix's malice, voiceless, shrieking laughter and the poison merging with her blood and Malfoy's semen inside her arse. It mocked wordlessly her Muggle-born heritage. It went on and on; Hermione heard a wailing, desperate scream from far away and she felt dirty, like a part of her was agreeing with the Death Eater ideology.
"Finite Incantatem."
The agony faded slowly and Hermione realized that she had been screaming. She was curled in the foetal position on the cold stone floor. The pain lingered and while she tried to scramble on her feet, she couldn't.
"Spirited, aren't you? Very nice."
-to be continued... -
Title: Will to Power: ACT III -A Burnt Offering to the Venus of Violence
Author: Supersonic Bitch
Summary: Captured Hermione. Interested Bellatrix. You'll do the math.
Pairings: Bellatrix/Hermione, implied: Draco/Hermione, Lucius/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, dark!fic, torture, chan, violence, pre-femmeslash, references to chanslash, incest, non-con and het.
Word count: 515
Disclaimer: Jo's. Not mine. She makes the money, I don't.
(A/N: Not canon-compliant after OotP. Still dedicated to my left hand. Great hails to The Real Luciusmistress for betaing and being made of epic win. I snatched the subtitle from Diabolos Rising's song "Sadism Unbound".)
Hermione returned to the waking world. Her face hurt. Was her nose broken? What had happened? Where was she? No. No. Malfoy had raped her -captured her ...she was at the mercy of Death Eaters. Lack of mercy.
Her eyesight was still hazy but it was not difficult to notice the wild-eyed witch looming over her. Bellatrix Lestrange. Black hair, eyes like a swirling abyss of... unimaginable madness, something beyond cruelty. The fate of Neville's parents... the Muggle-born girl tried to stop the ghost train of thoughts but they went on and on against her will.
"Draco dear, you had fun with this Mudblood whore. I can see the appeal, she's broken and sore."
"Well... her virgin arse was rather a redeeming quality, aunt Bella. The dirty bitch enjoyed it against her will. I left your favourite parts untouched, or course."
Bellatrix's voice was a soft, sensual purr, even worse than Draco's cold, calculated malice. The rhyme, it was oozing warm creepiness.
"Sophisticated and polite, you are your father's son in so many ways. He is free now and certainly about to reward you like you want."
Draco's pale, pointed face showed genuine joy and his lips curled into a lustful smirk.
"Meaning also, just like he wants. I won't delay your intimate moment any longer."
"Ah, the sweetness of young love, my debauched nephew."
Hermione had regained her wits during the discussion. Despite her hopeless situation -Bellatrix's knife on her throat-, she was analysing everything around her. Malfoy's voice was now full of longing that was as far from normal, filial affection as it ever could. Lucius was ...fucking his son and Draco enjoyed it?
The blond walked away, leaving her alone with the madwoman. Bellatrix removed the knife from Hermione's throat and started to cut the remains of her torn school uniform. Her blouse was now just a memory. Bellatrix pressed the sharp blade deeper into her flesh, breaking skin. Hermione could almost see the opened wound, the bared muscle tissue -but now she had a chance to try to escape. No hope to get away but maybe Bellatrix would lose her temper and she'd receive a quick, painless death.
Gathering all her strength, Hermione shut the pain away and rose up. The knife cut deep into her left breast but she managed to get on her feet, ignoring the stream of blood that was flowing down.
"Crucio!"
The pain was black, searing acid that seeped into every wound in her body. She felt Bellatrix's malice, voiceless, shrieking laughter and the poison merging with her blood and Malfoy's semen inside her arse. It mocked wordlessly her Muggle-born heritage. It went on and on; Hermione heard a wailing, desperate scream from far away and she felt dirty, like a part of her was agreeing with the Death Eater ideology.
"Finite Incantatem."
The agony faded slowly and Hermione realized that she had been screaming. She was curled in the foetal position on the cold stone floor. The pain lingered and while she tried to scramble on her feet, she couldn't.
"Spirited, aren't you? Very nice."
-to be continued... -