To Be A Slave
Enslaved
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Horny Hermione
*WARNING* Violence and torture included in this chapter! Don't like, don't read.
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To Be A Slave
Enslaved*
By HornyHermione
Hermione had known that it was going to be bad for her as soon as she read the headline. Her only hope was that Harry or Ron or some nice person could buy her and then set her free. Maybe she would still be allowed to live as a muggle. But she knew that it would not happen, as soon as Umbridge mentioned the special reward. So she was doomed too slavery. And she knew that Snape of all people, would not be very nice.
Slowly, as if in a trance, she walked up. Professor Mcgonagal gave her sorrowful look, and Professor Dumboldore mouthed "sorry". She knew that he had no power over Fudge. She had reached where Snape stood now. "Let me see you, girl." He barked. And it was this, along with the furious looks on her friends-no, the whole Gryffindor tables faces, that she came to herself.
"NO!" She cried. "NO, YOU CANNOT FORCE ME, YOU CANNOT MAKE ME! I AM MY OWN ENTITY, YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER WHAT I DO! WHAT'S MORE, IT IS AGAINST THE LAW" When Hermione was finished with her outburst, Snape looked at Umbridge and said "I apologize for the behavior of my slave, may I please leave. You will be assured that she will be punished." "Ah yes, you will need to break her. Please take the next two days off, Severus." "Yes, thank you very much." Having said that, he grabbed her by the hair and strode off.
No matter how much she kicked, punched, screamed, Snape continued at the same speed toward the dungeons. As they reached the dungeons, her strength finally left her and she hang limp, a painful throbbing in her head. Suddenly the grip loosened and she was flung toward the cold, damp, rocky floor.
From his great height (had he always been this tall, 1.9 meters?) he looked down at her like she was a slug. Scrambling up, Hermione ran for the door-only to find it locked. Back against the wall, she looked at Snape. His pale skin stood out against the dark shadows behind, his raven-black hair looking bright and dark at the same time. His pale, thin lips were occupied with a smirk. "Let me out." She breathed. Suddenly she realized that they were in the potions storage room. Why in the world was she here, of all places? There had to be some horrible plan in his brain.
"Let me out." She said more forcefully. "And why should I?" That horrbible smirk, that horrible smirk that told her that she had no power , no power whatsoever against him. And so, for the second time today, she had that feeling of being enveloped in fire, not caring who or what was in her way, not caring what she would do, and she launched herself and her fury toward Snape-but her almost always logical brain had forgotten one thing-here she was, a 15 year old girl, only 80 pounds at most, against a fully grown man who was not afraid to hurt her. She was right toward Snape, but instead of punching Snape as she intended, he caught her with an iron grip. "You want to go out?" A dangerous whisper was in her ear. Frantically, Hermione struggled, but Snape was strong. "Lumos" he said, and a light danced on and off the walls. "
Incarneous!" Snape suddenly roared, swinging his wand towards Hermione. But suddenly, Hermione remembered that she had a wand. Hand plunging in her robes, gripping her wand. And they dueled.
Snape certainly had the upper hand, as he knew twice as many spells as she, but in that cramped room, Hermione was able to duck behind sacks and shelves...
Suddenly the door swung open. Professor Mcgonagal's surprised face stared in. Hermione stared back, equally shocked. Snape however, still had his sense and took away that wand that hang limply in her hand. "Thank you, Minerva, he said curtly. Mcgonagal turned and swiftly walked away. Now that all of Hermione's hopes had diminished, she just stood there. Perfect, Snape thought and suddenly Hermione was bound in thick ropes. "Help!" She shrieked, unable to budge. Snape appeared to be ignoring her, searching the ground. "Does he have an instrument of torture there?" Unwelcome thoughts crowded Hermione's mind. But no, it was a trapdoor.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Hermione couldn't go down there. She was sure that it was impossible to go out again. The best possible thing was for one of her friends to find her, and thentake her away, or at least confront Snape. But no one came.
A hand came down upon her back and pushed her into the black hole below.