The Taste of Pain

Authors Notes: Well, I know that was a quick post on this second chapter, I will continue to get a new one up every other day or so.
This story had already become a great exercise for me. Hopefully my next piece of work will be much more refined with a bit of good old fashioned practice! Thanks for the reviews, your feedback is great.


“Damaged people are the most dangerous, they know how to survive.” - Josephine Hart

Chapter Two

Scourgify

Hermione barely had time to process attack. Her body went completely still as the stunning curse passed through her body. The death eater flicked his wand and she felt her body slowly levitate towards the now open door. Both men stood aside and let her float ahead.


Did she hear them right? There we're other prisoners who had survived?


She knew deep down that it was a false hope. Even if there were surviving members of the order they would all be prisoners. She had seen most of the DA go down in battle. The Order members remained scarce from what she could recall in the last few minutes of battle.


Alone, Alone Alone


She felt the air slowly become less cool as she was helplessly levitated out of the dungeons. The air become slightly less rank, but only slightly. The horrible smells of death and the rotting stench of blood still tickled her nose, even in her stunned state.


This didn't stop her from hearing and feeling everything around her.


“Disgusting Mudblood. Look at the bitch, she looks like a pig covered in mud.” one of the mens voice bellowed. The other masked follower chucked and clucked at the other man.

“Harry Potter's prized pig.” they both shared a dark laugh and started walking at a quicker pace. Their robes fluttered behind them as they made their way quickly to their destination.

Even though Hermione could not move, she could see what was straight ahead of her, the ceiling and the top sides of the walls.


She did her best to try and distinguish where she was, there long corridors covered in expensive tapestry's, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye at the top of the portraits that covered the dark musky halls. It didn't take her long to realize that she had been here before not too long ago. She remembered a time when hope still thrived even after being caught. Where she had been tortured with the cruciatus curse, where Dobby had been killed, where Harry had almost met his maker.


Where Draco Malfoy had refused to identify them.


Mafoy Manor.


Before she could let her mind struggle with those thoughts anymore her body was flung to the ground with such force she could swear that she heard bones in her back crack that she didn't even know existed. Now on the ground she could make out more of the scene around her. She felt her stunning curse lifted by a non verbal incantatem and scrambled to stand up quickly without thought.
Her body was quickly submerged in pain and one of the death eaters that had retrieved her slammed his foot into her gut.

Hermione groaned and made a slow retching noise as she fell back to the polished floor with a thud.

She let her eyes focus on the gruesome scene that surrounded her. She looked up at the high throne that was situated in the middle of the ballroom. The room still stank of the blood and soil that covered the twenty or so death eaters in the large, bright room.


She franticly looked around for a familiar face but there were no other prisoners in the room. It appeared that she would be the first to find out her fate. She knew she had caused much trouble for most of the death eaters in the room. Her brains and tact had postponed Voldemort's plans. She silently wished in her head for a quick death, though she knew this was a false hope.

It appeared as if Voldemort had invited only the most trusted death eaters to this little event. Voldemort sat lazily, looking completely sated and satisfied with his recent victory. On the left side of the throne he lazily toyed with what looked to be Harry's glasses.

To his right stood two tall masked figures, but both of their bodies seemed to want to melt into the background as death eaters clattered excitedly at the sight of Harry Potters best friend, alive and captured.

The room fell completely silent with the slight movement of The Dark Lords hand.

“Well well well, Hermione Granger. At least we have one of Harry's best friends still alive. Apparently his whore died in the cell. Shame really, we had some really big plans for the female Weasley.” He leaned forward and looked at her with a sickening glee.


She peered out from under her crusty fringe with all the hate she could muster but it only seemed to amuse him further.


“You know mudblood, I would keep you for my own war trophy, but I would hate to taint myself with your disgusting blood. I would like you on display for everyone to see though. Ah yes, the last of the golden trio, down on her knees for death eaters.” There was was an uproar of whispers at this statement.


“Enough!” screeched Voldermort.


He turned slightly to his right and motioned for one of the cloaked figured to approach and kneel beside him. With the turn of his head he whispered something Hermione could not understand. The cloaked figure seemed to pause then nodded and started towards her with what seemed to be a tremble in his step.


Voldermort raised his right hand and swished the elder wand. She watched in horror as all of the death eaters masks around her disappeared. She recognized the man immediately that was still standing next to Voldermort's throne, that was a face she could never fail to recognize. He looked on impassively, refusing to make eye contact with her.

Severus Snape.


She glanced from Snapes face to the tall man making his way to her from across the ballroom floor. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared straight into the cold steel eyes she hasn't seen since her last stink at The Malfoy Manor. His face and hair looked slightly different, but it was his eyes that she couldn't look away from. They held a look Hermione had never seen before from Draco Malfoy.


Haunted, cold, listless, empty


Gone was the boy who had teased her in primary school, and in his place stood an emotionless grown man.


Her mind was reeling. Anything but this, death, pain, but she knew she emotionally could not handle his intention. Never in her life had she ever feared Draco Malfoy until this very second. He wouldn't would he? He did bring her here in the first place. He was a terrible child, but he wasn't capable of this was he? Hermione always hoped that some good was still left in his being.

Voldermort sneered and his eyes lit up with pleasure at the look on her face.


“Seeing as you killed Lucius, I only see it fit that his boy gets you first, after all, it will be a fine way to showcase you my dear.”

She tried desperately to scoot backwards on the hard floor but it was no use, she was surrounded regardless. For a moment she thought she saw regret flash in his cold grey eyes, but she really couldn't be sure at this point. He knelt down next to her but before he could grab her Hermione's head reeled back a bit and he felt warm saliva sliding down his right cheek. He wiped the side of his face and snarled. He grabbed her wrists roughly and slammed her head into the ground causing her to see stars.


He bent his head down next to her ear as he started to tear off the outer layer of her school robes causing the death eaters surrounding them to yell in excitement.

Voldermort looked at the scene playing out before him with amusement clear in his eyes.

“Damn it Granger, you are just making this harder for the both of us.” she continued to struggle but even with all of her power she was no match for the muscular blonde.


“ I fucking hate you Malfoy.” Hermione sobbed and keened trying desperately to remove her wrists from his bruising grip. His eyes had moved down to focus on tearing the remaining outer layer of clothes she had on, but his eyes moved to lock with hers at her words.

“I know.” he breathed.

Draco gripped both of her wrists over her head as he reached the destination of her skin. His hand felt like ice and she couldn't help but gasp from the shock of his skin on her own. Without warning he yanked his hand out as if her skin had burned him and once again turned his eyes away.


The jeers were finally reaching her ears again. She was in such a state of exhaustion from fighting and from her injuries she could barely make out the world around her. He sensed her distraction and grabbed her face to lick the side of her face.

“Close your eyes.” He demanded softly.

She was slowly starting to realize the outcome of this situation. She hated Draco Mafloy, but she was the smartest witch of her generation.

It was him, or them.


The more she fought it the more excited she would make the crowd around her. Her eyes slowly fluttered closed as she felt his hands fly over her skin again. His touch was still cold, even though her skin should have warmed it by now. She felt his rough grip trail bruises across her chest, hips, and lower abdomen.

Think of anything, I am anywhere but here...

She felt his hand push roughly on her stomach and she felt a warm sensation spread through her womb. She panicked for a second, but realized it was only a basic contraceptive charm. She tried to think of everything she could to distract her from the sound of Draco's robes being moved aside, the sound of a zipper being ripped down.


She tried to shut her eyes even tighter.

The first time she had gotten her Hogawrts letter. Throwing herself into Harry's arms at Grimmwald Place. Her first kiss from Ron right before the final battle. Ginny laughing as she spun around to show her the new dress robes she had picked for the winter ball. Walking with Harry arm in arm by the lake, Her mother cooking pancakes in the morning on winter break. Ron, Harry, and herself laughing and hurling snow balls at each other while tumbling onto the cold ground in a rush of giggle fits. The first time she had cast her first defensive spell, Studying quietly in the library with Harry. Her first dance at the...


A screamed ripped from her throat before she could finish her last thought. She felt the head of his cock split her open. Her dry walls protested and wouldn't allow him any further. She quickly tried to close her legs with all her strength, but Draco was having none of it. He used his free hand to pushed her thighs further apart, pulled back, and thrust half way in with a good deal of force.


The crowd screamed in victory and Voldermort hissed in pleasure at her renewed fight.


The pain was something she had never felt before. Pain caused by external objects or people was nothing compared to this. It was a violating pain, one that ripped her soul and her body in half. A pain that would lodge deep inside of her being for the rest of her life.

He pulled back out, warm blood covered her thighs making his hard thrust all the way in easier from him, but not for her.

He thrust quickly, in and out in and out. His eyes were now closed and his lips were slightly parted, but no sounds or words escaped him. She sobbed and tightly scrunched her face together. Tears leaked from the sides of her closed eyes, falling soundlessly to the hard floor.

It was over in a matter of minutes, maybe less. She felt his hips jerk roughly and she could feel a warmth spread inside of her. The death eaters around them started jeering. The whole ballroom broke out into loud shouts.

“I want her next.” one sneered


“Malfoy didn't even get rough with her, let me have a turn!”


“Mudblood! Look at her dirty blood!”

The chants kept coming as Draco stood up and tucked himself back into his robes. Hermione didn't move a muscle as she lay upon the cold floor. Her legs slowly came together in an attempt to sheild herself, but it was no use. Her shame wasn't even validated in this setting. She looked up and saw Draco pulling out his wand and pointing it at her.

“Dear god, please say this is the end..”

Her hope was lost when she heard Draco speak.

“Scourgify”.


She couldn't look at him anymore. But her eyes had nowhere else to turn to. She shifted her head to the left and pressed her cheek against the polished floor towards Voldermort. His eyes were gleaming and he was cackling with amusement. Snape was unmoved from his position. His eyes stilled turned and looking on in the distance.

“Good show Draco, short I dare say, but a great show non the less. Should we give some of the others a turn? I would hate to see her go to waste.” Voldermort narrowed his red eyes at the tall blonde in front of him.


Hermione didn't know if she could endure anyone else near her body, she was battered to the point of not being able to walk. The semen and blood still trickled down her legs.

Dirty, Impure, Used.


Maybe they will rape me to death...

Draco Malfoy's voice pulled her from her thoughts.


“My Lord, if I may request her for myself, she was a virgin, and I plan on using her thoroughly. I don't want my mudblood whore
tainted by other men just yet. Seeing as I have served you well in the defeat of Harry Potter I humbly request his best friend for myself as the final slap in the face to the light.” Draco dropped to his knees before the throne.

“Take her, we have many more whores available for the celebration. You have done well young Malfoy. We can figure out more elaborate things for her when you tire of the mudblood.” He stood quickly and stepped from the throne to the floor below.

Hermione saw him making his way towards her. She gurgled and tried clawing herself away from him, her clothes torn and her blood streaked the floor. She thought he would pull out his wand but instead gripped her head and dragged her by the hair to a large bay window before the foyer of the ballroom doors. He pressed her face roughly against the cool glass and she shut her eyes and tight as she could.

“Look out there mudblood, look at what the world will become. Consider yourself fortunate that you are alive. Your dirty blood isn't even worth spilling. OPEN YOUR EYES!”

She had no choice but to obey, the hair at her scalp felt as if it was ripping from the flesh. She keened and as her eyes focused she let out an anguished scream.

Down two stories below, beyond the Malfoy estate gardens lay a horrible constructed massacre.

Harry Potter, Ron Weasely, Neville Longbottom, Cho Chang, and at least ten or fifteen other faces she recognized were stung up on trees. There were even more bodies of those she didn't recognize, Ministry Officials, Aurors, and other children from Hogawrts as well as different schools. Some of the bodies were mutilated so severely, you couldn't tell who, or what they were.


Harry and Ron was strung the highest, front and center for everyone to see. Their Bodies had been mauled the most, but their faces were left untouched so they would be recognizable for everyone to see.

She could not hold back the bile that spilled from her mouth and onto the front of her shirt and legs. Voldermort cackled and threw her to the floor. She landed in a naked heap sobbing helplessly at the sight she had just been forced to see.


Why wasn't she dead with her friends, how could she live in this hell. Alone, Alone, Alone.

“Take her Draco, do what you wish with the slut. We shall finish this little celebration and head straight for the ministry.” He turned and sauntered back over the the high chair.


She saw Draco making his way to her from across the ballroom, but this time she didn't try to scoot away. All the fight had left her after seeing her friends strung up for The Dark Lords victory. He scooped her up roughly and all she could do was go limp in his arms. He turned on his heel and started to walk towards the marble stair case behind the throne.


Female screeching could be heard from the foyer doors where more prisoners were being brought in. Hermione struggled a bit to try and see over Draco's broad shoulder, but his tightening grip didn't allow her to crane her neck up that far.

“Like I said before Granger, you are only going to make this harder for yourself, don't look.” He maneuvered his arms to get an even tighter grip on the back of her legs and held her close. She flinched from the movement and lolled her head to the side


It was around that time that she realized her body had lost a lot of blood, she gathered that much. She could feel it trickling in places all over her body. Darkness threatened to take over again.

Please, just let me die...

Each step Draco took up the stairs caused her mind to blacken further and further into the depths of nothingness.


She could no longer stay in reality, the darkness was calling to her mind and body. The last thing she heard before everything went black was the soft whisper of Draco Malfoy's voice.


“I'm sorry Granger.”




Authors Notes: Ahh! I love cliff hangers. Chapter three should be done on in a day or two. We will find out what will happen to Hermione after she comes to her senses from her nail biting experience with Draco Malfoy. He has her now, what will happen?