Mrs.Malfoy
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
30,265
Reviews:
234
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Dare me
Author Note: Over 40,000 hits and 338 reviews over two sites! WOW THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!! I am so very flattered and humbled to know that you guys are enjoying the story this much. And thank you to Vampire_Exotica for my “surprise”.
And now, for the story…Please understand that I had to do this chapter in order to move the story along. I do apologize ahead of time for what I have to do to Hermione. I am very sorry. This chapter took me a very long time to write, because to be honest, I was getting sick of the imagery. Quite disturbing, really, seeing as that I’m the author. /shrug AND WHAT’S THIS? Now how’d that get in there? Harry needs to shut up.
*****THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL ABUSE. NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH OR FAINT HEARTED! MY VERSION OF BLOOD PLAY IS PRESENT. PLEASE TAKE HEED!!! OBJECTIONABLE MATERIAL WILL BE MARKED BEGINNING AND ENDING WITH '!!!' IF YOU PREFER TO OVERLOOK.*****
Cold bands twisted against her delicate wrists, another freezing restraint grazing both her ankles violently; Hermione opened her eyes to see her past relived. She was again hanging in the dungeons like she was many moons ago at Malfoy Manor. Her resolve almost fled. She could only think, “Not again.” But there was a tiny part of her, a part that was beginning to grow the longer she thought on it, that felt something other than darkest despair. It was her need to survive for her son. She immediately began pulling her hands and feet free, but the more she struggled against the metal, the more steadfast they held their bond.
“There, there, poppet. I’ll let you go as soon as your flesh begins to rot from your bones. As you see, you can’t really tell if one is dead until that time,” Lucius laughed. “Tis a shame you hadn’t waited just a bit longer to feed your lust. I could have gave you what you needed. I would have let you scream his name while I fucked you.”
Lucius walked to a blood stained table in the middle of the room and picked up a long white strip of leather. He took a mallet to the strip, roughing it and aging it. He then dipped the leather in a vat of vinegar then dipped it in salt. He slowly strode to Hermione, letting the strip drip on the floor along the way. She knew what he was going to do. The vinegar and salt added to the stinging pain of being whipped, the liquid and mineral soaking into the torn flesh and burning. She flinched when he raised his arm above his head.
!!!The crack against her flesh was deafening. Hermione’s brown eyes widened in excruciating pain as the salted vinegar seeped into the laceration on her stomach. She could barely register that a part of the strip was no longer white, but covered in blood. Her blood.
“You see it, do you not? Yes, that’s why I chose the white, so I could have the visual of your dirty blood spilled by my hands. It’s nasty,” he said as he took the piece of cowhide and licked it. He immediately spit it out into her face. He lowered himself to face her stomach which he also licked, driving his tongue between the torn flesh and rubbing her exposed muscles roughly. He waited for her to scream which she complied, and again, he stood and spit her blood into her face. “Filthy, nasty, disgusting cunt!”
!!!
*****
Draco’s wand had finally stopped moving after a very long and tedious series of swishes and arcs, displaying the full wards held to the Dublin house. “He’s not added any new ones lately,” the white haired young man said without turning to look at his comrades. “I can still break this. I just need a bit of…”
“Time? We don’t have time, Mr. Malfoy! For all we know, she could dead this instant and my child along with her!”
Draco looked up to the man and furrowed his brow. “No, I was going to say my blood.” He took a knife from the side of his boot and drew it along his life line in the palm of his hand. He then pressed his hand to the door making it open for him. He held up his hands to the men behind him motioning for them to wait. “Draco Malfoy has entered his domain and has four guests awaiting acceptance. I give them full reign of the house and all that is inside. Guests, state your name as you enter one by one.”
A small tinge of magic rippled through him and the others before he waved them over the threshold.
“Harry James Potter.”
“Ronald Bilius Weasley.” Draco smirked at his middle name.
“Severus Snape.”
“Remus John Lupin.”
Draco moved aside to give them room. “You may now walk about the house without worrying about traps or wards. The house will view you as members of the Malfoy name. Lucius will have felt a small tingle much like that one we felt, but to him it will feel like a mouse or a cat passing over the property. He should think nothing of it. However, I have no guarantee, so let’s be quick about this. The dungeons are this way.”
Draco turned and led the men down a long corridor that began to slowly wind down into the deepest recesses of the house. After a few turns and twists in the stairs, Harry looked back to see Severus taking up the rear, keeping watch behind them for any surprise visitors. The others may not have noticed what was said, but Harry did. He took a few steps to catch up to Remus and leaned in to whisper, “Snape said his child.”
Remus looked down at him in confusion. “Who said what?”
“Snape. He said Hermione could be dead along with HIS child. There’s something going on,” Harry whispered furiously. He turned back to find Severus glaring at him at which time Harry immediately began rushing down the steps to fall right behind Draco. Remus watched the black haired young man rush past and then turned to see Severus’ downtrodden expression. He turned back around watching his step thinking about that bit of information Harry just gave him.
*****
!!!Lucius was leaning against the table, his arm crossed over his chest, as he watched a trail of blood trickle its way down to Hermione’s exposed womanhood. He had removed her clothes while he shackled her to the wall earlier. She hung there with her head hanging. She finally managed to find her voice after her ear splitting scream.
“Where is my son?”
Lucius laughed. “Your son? And Severus said you were the cleverest witch of your age. MY SON is being well looked after. You needn’t worry yourself. In the meantime, I believe we shall resume our activities.”
He reached for a long rusted blade on the table and inspected it. He didn’t want her lock jawed, so he put it down. No, he wanted her mouth quite pliable. He instead picked up a whip like instrument, the tendrils of which were knotted with small barbs dangling from the ends.
“No, please, Lucius, please don’t!” she pleaded.
“Ah, now there’s the begging I do so love to hear from you. And since it only took you a few minutes, then you must realized what it takes to push my buttons. Well, my very mistaken wife, I don’t give one ruddy damn about your begging. Your actions last night were enough to prove that you are far less than the worthless pile of shite I married a year ago. How dare you? How dare you fuck him in my bed?”
There were eight barbs on the whip; one stuck to Hermione’s side right below her left breast, one was barely hanging onto her forearm, three were attached in a random pattern on her stomach, two were sticking to her thigh, and one…one was firmly lodged into her cheek.
“Dare me to pull, Mudblood. DARE ME!”
She cried harder. She knew that her flesh would tear so very easily under his force. She realized that she was going to have to suffer through it. There was no help. There was no way he would walk over to her and pull them out for her. No, he was going to pull on them. He had already planned it. Now, he was reveling in the fear and anxiety in which Hermione stewed. She had to suffer it. She had to feel the ripping, like the ripping of her heart knowing she will never see her darling little boy again. Hermione had to suffer knowing that this sadistic bastard would raise him. She had to suffer.
!!!“Oh, you won’t speak? Why not? Has the barb got your tongue?” he laughed. “Come on you sick pathetic bitch! Dare me to pull!”
That same moment Lucius felt a something rather odd against his cheek. It was small, round, and very hard. It pressed deep into his flesh. He didn’t need to turn his head. He knew what it was.
“Dare me to cast, father,” Draco said with the tip of his wand about to skewer the senior Malfoy’s cheek.
AN: /BIG FAT SHIT EATING GRIN
And now, for the story…Please understand that I had to do this chapter in order to move the story along. I do apologize ahead of time for what I have to do to Hermione. I am very sorry. This chapter took me a very long time to write, because to be honest, I was getting sick of the imagery. Quite disturbing, really, seeing as that I’m the author. /shrug AND WHAT’S THIS? Now how’d that get in there? Harry needs to shut up.
*****THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL ABUSE. NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH OR FAINT HEARTED! MY VERSION OF BLOOD PLAY IS PRESENT. PLEASE TAKE HEED!!! OBJECTIONABLE MATERIAL WILL BE MARKED BEGINNING AND ENDING WITH '!!!' IF YOU PREFER TO OVERLOOK.*****
Cold bands twisted against her delicate wrists, another freezing restraint grazing both her ankles violently; Hermione opened her eyes to see her past relived. She was again hanging in the dungeons like she was many moons ago at Malfoy Manor. Her resolve almost fled. She could only think, “Not again.” But there was a tiny part of her, a part that was beginning to grow the longer she thought on it, that felt something other than darkest despair. It was her need to survive for her son. She immediately began pulling her hands and feet free, but the more she struggled against the metal, the more steadfast they held their bond.
“There, there, poppet. I’ll let you go as soon as your flesh begins to rot from your bones. As you see, you can’t really tell if one is dead until that time,” Lucius laughed. “Tis a shame you hadn’t waited just a bit longer to feed your lust. I could have gave you what you needed. I would have let you scream his name while I fucked you.”
Lucius walked to a blood stained table in the middle of the room and picked up a long white strip of leather. He took a mallet to the strip, roughing it and aging it. He then dipped the leather in a vat of vinegar then dipped it in salt. He slowly strode to Hermione, letting the strip drip on the floor along the way. She knew what he was going to do. The vinegar and salt added to the stinging pain of being whipped, the liquid and mineral soaking into the torn flesh and burning. She flinched when he raised his arm above his head.
!!!The crack against her flesh was deafening. Hermione’s brown eyes widened in excruciating pain as the salted vinegar seeped into the laceration on her stomach. She could barely register that a part of the strip was no longer white, but covered in blood. Her blood.
“You see it, do you not? Yes, that’s why I chose the white, so I could have the visual of your dirty blood spilled by my hands. It’s nasty,” he said as he took the piece of cowhide and licked it. He immediately spit it out into her face. He lowered himself to face her stomach which he also licked, driving his tongue between the torn flesh and rubbing her exposed muscles roughly. He waited for her to scream which she complied, and again, he stood and spit her blood into her face. “Filthy, nasty, disgusting cunt!”
!!!
*****
Draco’s wand had finally stopped moving after a very long and tedious series of swishes and arcs, displaying the full wards held to the Dublin house. “He’s not added any new ones lately,” the white haired young man said without turning to look at his comrades. “I can still break this. I just need a bit of…”
“Time? We don’t have time, Mr. Malfoy! For all we know, she could dead this instant and my child along with her!”
Draco looked up to the man and furrowed his brow. “No, I was going to say my blood.” He took a knife from the side of his boot and drew it along his life line in the palm of his hand. He then pressed his hand to the door making it open for him. He held up his hands to the men behind him motioning for them to wait. “Draco Malfoy has entered his domain and has four guests awaiting acceptance. I give them full reign of the house and all that is inside. Guests, state your name as you enter one by one.”
A small tinge of magic rippled through him and the others before he waved them over the threshold.
“Harry James Potter.”
“Ronald Bilius Weasley.” Draco smirked at his middle name.
“Severus Snape.”
“Remus John Lupin.”
Draco moved aside to give them room. “You may now walk about the house without worrying about traps or wards. The house will view you as members of the Malfoy name. Lucius will have felt a small tingle much like that one we felt, but to him it will feel like a mouse or a cat passing over the property. He should think nothing of it. However, I have no guarantee, so let’s be quick about this. The dungeons are this way.”
Draco turned and led the men down a long corridor that began to slowly wind down into the deepest recesses of the house. After a few turns and twists in the stairs, Harry looked back to see Severus taking up the rear, keeping watch behind them for any surprise visitors. The others may not have noticed what was said, but Harry did. He took a few steps to catch up to Remus and leaned in to whisper, “Snape said his child.”
Remus looked down at him in confusion. “Who said what?”
“Snape. He said Hermione could be dead along with HIS child. There’s something going on,” Harry whispered furiously. He turned back to find Severus glaring at him at which time Harry immediately began rushing down the steps to fall right behind Draco. Remus watched the black haired young man rush past and then turned to see Severus’ downtrodden expression. He turned back around watching his step thinking about that bit of information Harry just gave him.
*****
!!!Lucius was leaning against the table, his arm crossed over his chest, as he watched a trail of blood trickle its way down to Hermione’s exposed womanhood. He had removed her clothes while he shackled her to the wall earlier. She hung there with her head hanging. She finally managed to find her voice after her ear splitting scream.
“Where is my son?”
Lucius laughed. “Your son? And Severus said you were the cleverest witch of your age. MY SON is being well looked after. You needn’t worry yourself. In the meantime, I believe we shall resume our activities.”
He reached for a long rusted blade on the table and inspected it. He didn’t want her lock jawed, so he put it down. No, he wanted her mouth quite pliable. He instead picked up a whip like instrument, the tendrils of which were knotted with small barbs dangling from the ends.
“No, please, Lucius, please don’t!” she pleaded.
“Ah, now there’s the begging I do so love to hear from you. And since it only took you a few minutes, then you must realized what it takes to push my buttons. Well, my very mistaken wife, I don’t give one ruddy damn about your begging. Your actions last night were enough to prove that you are far less than the worthless pile of shite I married a year ago. How dare you? How dare you fuck him in my bed?”
There were eight barbs on the whip; one stuck to Hermione’s side right below her left breast, one was barely hanging onto her forearm, three were attached in a random pattern on her stomach, two were sticking to her thigh, and one…one was firmly lodged into her cheek.
“Dare me to pull, Mudblood. DARE ME!”
She cried harder. She knew that her flesh would tear so very easily under his force. She realized that she was going to have to suffer through it. There was no help. There was no way he would walk over to her and pull them out for her. No, he was going to pull on them. He had already planned it. Now, he was reveling in the fear and anxiety in which Hermione stewed. She had to suffer it. She had to feel the ripping, like the ripping of her heart knowing she will never see her darling little boy again. Hermione had to suffer knowing that this sadistic bastard would raise him. She had to suffer.
!!!“Oh, you won’t speak? Why not? Has the barb got your tongue?” he laughed. “Come on you sick pathetic bitch! Dare me to pull!”
That same moment Lucius felt a something rather odd against his cheek. It was small, round, and very hard. It pressed deep into his flesh. He didn’t need to turn his head. He knew what it was.
“Dare me to cast, father,” Draco said with the tip of his wand about to skewer the senior Malfoy’s cheek.
AN: /BIG FAT SHIT EATING GRIN