A Sacrifice for Love

Neville watched him walk away, confused. What had he said to make the Potions Professor stalk away like that? He turned to the others to find them gaping at him and it slowly sank in. They thought he was the father. He started to blurt out the truth but something stopped him. He turned to look at Snape again and a small smile appeared on his lips.



Snape had tormented him for all these years and it was time Neville got some payback. Of course Hermione would tell them the truth but until then...



“We have to find her. We can’t let anything happen to her or the baby. What did the student see, Headmistress?” Neville asked in a carrying voice, just to make sure Snape heard him. It wouldn’t hurt to rub it in as much as he could. The Headmistress motioned for them to follow her.



Harry rushed after Snape. It didn’t matter if Hermione was pregnant with Neville’s baby, Snape was going to help find her. “Professor?” he called but Snape did not stop until he reached his rooms. Harry followed him in and saw him pull a box out of his liquor cabinet.



“This isn’t the time for drinking, Professor. Hermione needs help. You owe her!” Harry demanded. Snape turned and glared at him fiercely.



“Potter, you are a fool. I am trying to help her. I have something here that will link me to her so we can find her. Three weeks ago she lost her charm bracelet and I added a spell to it so I could find her where ever she went. It was how I always found you to take points off.” Snape explained slyly in his silky voice.



Harry winced slightly. He had wondered how Snape had always been able to find them so easily. He was also unaware that Snape had the Marauder’s Map. Snape pulled out a charm bracelet that was the twin of Hermione’s.



“I just have to say the word and it will act as a Portkey. I do believe we need to involve the others though. There is no telling how many people are with them.” Snape said distastefully. He hated admitting that he may need help.



Snape led Harry through a passageway that led to the infirmary. He knew they would be there interviewing the stunned student. Minerva, Ron, Neville, Pansy, and Draco sat around the bed. The student was unconscious and they had not been able to get any information from him.



Snape explained about the charm bracelet and they discussed a plan. Ron and Harry said they should just portkey over and start stunning everyone. Snape immediately discarded that idea.



“Do you want to hurt Hermione? She is... in a delicate situation” he said, glancing darkly at Neville. Neville gave him a little smirk.



“I say we just portkey and decide the situation as it comes. Just be prepared for anything.” Draco finally said after they had argued for a while. He didn’t have to point out that they were wasting time. They agreed and all reached out to touch the bracelet.



“Portus”







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Hermione woke up slowly, wondering where she was. She opened her eyes slowly but didn’t sense anyone in the room. She sat up and looked around. It was a very large plain room, with only a bed and a chest of drawers and lots of space. As she stood up, the door opened and she saw the person who had kidnapped her.



Lucius Malfoy stood in the doorway with a coiled whip in his hands. He gave her a frigid smile and she could see that he was mostly insane.



“Miss Granger, Hermione, you don’t mind if I call you that do you?” he said in his soft cultured voice that reminded her of Draco.



She glared at him and didn’t answer, which caused him to chuckle.



“Hermione, my dear. I do believe my lovely sister in law killed you once. You should have stayed dead. It would have made everything so much simpler. I could have just killed Snape and Potter and that blood traitor son of mine and moved on. But no, you had to come back to life and torment me. Seeing you with them, my son and Longbottom drove me crazy and do you know why, Hermione?”



She shook her head warily, wondering if she was going to make it out of here alive this time. With the way her luck was going she would die, and that would mean her baby would die too. She fought the impulse to curl her hand around her stomach protectively. She didn’t want to give him more ammunition but her resolve firmed. She would live through this at least so she could tell Severus she loved him.



“You, with your wild hair and smart mouth, drive me insane with lust, Hermione” Lucius said as if discussing the weather. “I want to wrap my hands around your neck and fuck you until you are blue in the face, Hermione. I want to whip you bloody.” He stopped and took a ragged breath. She could see from the bulge in his pants that he was becoming very excited. She wondered if she could use that to her advantage.



“Lucius, why didn’t you say anything?” she said a little breathlessly, her heart fluttering nervously as he stalked across the room and grabbed her, pressing his lips violently to hers, making her bleed. When he pulled away, his eyes were glazed with lust.



“I didn’t take you for a masochist, Hermione. I thought you would be one I would have to break, but this is so much sweeter.” He purred. She shivered and he mistook it for desire. He grabbed her hair pulling it hard and kissed her again.



Her mind raced as he forced his tongue in her mouth. She had seen the rooms in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. Torture rooms filled with blood, whips, chains and other things that caused pain and death. She had the feeling even if she agreed to be his lover, she wouldn’t live for very long.



He pulled away and grinned down at her. His grin chilled her to the bone. He stepped away from her and began to pace, his mind racing, trying to decide what to do to her first. He tapped his wand against his thigh.



Hermione watched him and decided seduction wouldn’t work. He was not the kind of man to give up any kind of control, even during sex. She would not be able to distract him enough to get away or make any kind of defense. Her only chance was fighting and that would mean giving away her secret.



It was not one of her top priorities though, protecting the child inside her was, so it was not a hard decision to make. She pasted a cold smile on her face.



“You bore me already, Malfoy. Give me my wand and let me go.” She said in a bored voice. She realized she must have stunned him because he turned and gaped at her.





“Bored?” he hissed malevolently. Before she realized his intentions, he had flicked the whip out and it sliced across her face drawing blood. He did it once more this time and it sliced across her belly. Anger blazed in her and with a wave of her hand, the whip was pulled out of his hand and into her own.



“What? You can...”



“Use wandless magic, yes. Did you think that because Harry was the one to kill Voldemort that the rest of us were weaklings? I am just as powerful, if not more so, Lucius” she purred in a dark voice that reminded Lucius wildly of Snape.



He seemed to forget the wand in his hand in his astonishment at her power until it was ripped out of his hand. She had laid the whip on the bed and he watched as she snapped his wand in half. With a pained roar, he lunged across the room towards her. She ducked out of the way and waved her hand again. He was thrown against the wall and held there.



“My my, Lucius, this is such a tempting sight” she said, eyeing his prone form. She picked up the whip. He stared at her trying to hide his fear, behind a mask of indifference but it wasn’t often he was caught unprepared.



She caressed the whip and gave him a dark look. “There have been so many frustrations lately, Lucius. People just don’t seem to get me and things keep going wrong. Did you know I am pregnant?”



His eyes widened and he tried to say something but the spell wouldn’t let him. He knew he was dead now. A pregnant witch was a formidable enemy. Their desire to protect the baby made them merciless and bloodthirsty. She would not let him go until she had given him retribution for the wrongs done her.



“Now, Lucius, I don’t have anyone else to take my frustrations out on, so you will have to do. It’s time to pay the piper.” Hermione said, still caressing the whip.



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A/N I had someone completely different for her kidnapper but I think a little revenge against Lucius was in the works. I think he is almost as delicious as Snape (almost I said!) but he is a really bad boy in this fic and deserves some punishment.