Plaything

Title: Plaything
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HG/LM, HG/SS
Warning: Darkfic, Non-consensual.
Summary: The plot of this fic comes from Amanuensis’ “A Spell to Turn Tigers to
Butter”, available here: http://www.restrictedsection.org/load/story.shtml?/10/aspell.html.
They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Her story centers on Harry who is
given to both Lucius and Severus as a pet. The story is brilliant and I couldn’t help but
wonder what it would be like for Hermione under the same circumstances so I’ve
placed her into Lucius’ and Severus’ clutches. Let’s see what happ . . . .

~*Hermione*~

I am Hermione Granger. I *am* Hermione Granger. I repeat this assertion in my
own mind, the only place I have any privacy now. I have been laid bare my captors
both literally and figuratively. I’m afraid I will forget who I am, that my enslavement
will rip away the last shreds of humanity I retain. I don’t even know how long I’ve been
a prisoner. Days? Weeks? Years? The endless hours I spent in the castle dungeon have
all bled together and obliterated any sense of time. But I lost much more than that in
that dank room. My innocence, my sanity, and a bit of my soul. . . all in the name of
survival. But what I was living for? For whom? Harry Potter. I’ve clung to the image
of my childhood friend and the need to keep him safe. . .it was the only thing that kept
me alive in those dungeons. I had already failed Ron and I wouldn’t. . .no, couldn’t
lose Harry. I refused to betray him by confessing what I knew even if it meant my life.
Although I desperately wanted to, if only to buy some respite from my torment.

Then came the day I was fed the potion. I know now that it must have been
Professor Snape. . .Severus who gave it to me. I will no longer think of him or call him
by that respectful title. At the time, I was living in the most basic state of mind possible.
My thoughts centered on making it through the next moment, the next breath. I was
unable to control myself after the potion took effect. I don’t even remember what I told
them. . .probably everything I knew about our plans, which was blessedly little. I am
grateful that the Ministry of Magic keeps everyone on a need-to-know basis, so my
betrayal is small. Although, it doesn’t feel small to me.

After the potion wore off and I had spilled every secret about the resistance I
knew, I lost the will to live. I had nothing to protect anymore. I feared that they would
use the information I’d given them to harm Harry and then I really would have nothing
left. At that point, the only thing I wished for was death. I waited for it, welcomed it. .
. but my captors denied me even that small mercy. Instead, they offered me up as a
human prize, a reward for madmen. I can see now that we were foolish to even try to
fight them. We were up against Dark Wizards and Witches who were willing to do
anything to reach their gruesome goals. They had no qualms about using dark magic,
murder, torture, and. . .rape to further their own interests. And now I’m intimately
familiar with all of their means of domination. . . apparently, I had more innocence to
lose.

I’ve always thought that rape involved physical brutalization and debasement.
But I know now that it can take different forms. I never knew that rape could be so
subtle. That it could be wrapped up in compassion and coercion. I’ve learned that
lesson at the hands of my former teacher. When I heard his unmistakable voice in the
throne room, I was jarred out of my numb state by his familiar and curiously welcome
presence. Severus beenbeen my professor. I was his student, Head Girl, a Gryffindor.
When he asked for me, I began to nurse thlse lse hope that he did so in order to free me.
He had betrayed our cause, but I believed that he would never hurt me personally.
Surely, he possessed a shred of compassion for one of his former students.

Of course, I was sadly mistaken. Severus wants me. I realized that as soon as he
got me back to his apartment. He made no attempt to cover me up or tntacntact the
other side. No, he laid me on his bed and began my violation with his eyes. There was
a stark hunger in them that had probably been alive for a long time, probably from the
time I was his student. I was repelled by his lust for me but captivated by the very real
compassion I saw in his eyes. I have an overwhelming need for kind words and
soothing caresses and I found myself responding to his tenderness even when I didn’t
want to. I wept in his arms as he held me, simply because it felt good to be held and
touched with affection instead of cruelty. Since my capture, I’ve had to console myself.
The only arms to hold me were my own. The only words of comfort that were spoken
were my own miserable self-assurances.

I wasn’t prepared fow gew gentle he was -- or the effect his touch had on my
body. I understand that we are programmed to respond to another person -- that my
body’s reaction to him was natural and normal and nothing to be ashamed of. Yet I
still feel guilty. It went against my will but my body was only too eager for him.
He was my best option. I will be relatively safe in his care. . .if you call ‘safe’
being forced to share someone’s bed. Perhaps, I can persuade him to release me. At the
very least, I know that he will not torture me anymore. Unfortunately, Severus wasn’t
the only person who asked for me.

I was bewildered by Lucius Malfoy’s interest in me. Why he would want to bed
a Muggle-born. . .no, a Mudblood? That is how he sees me. . .a foul creature who is not
much better than an animal. Not only does he loathe Mudbloods, he despises Harry
Potter – which makes me the perfect target for his wrath. I expected him to beat me or .
. .worse, hand me over to his spoiled progeny who has a very real hatred for me. He
did neither of those things. Instead, Malfoy seemed to find pleasure in me. He even
seemed to enjoy my defiance. Oddly enough, I’m grateful to him for provoking my
temper. Malfoy lit a spark in me, restored some semblance of my former self.

But my body has betrayed me as surely as I’ve betrayed my friends. . .although
I was an unwilling participant in both acts. I responded to him just as easily as I
responded to Severus. The shame is almost unbearable and I feel the weight of it as
soon as I come back to myself. If only I could find a way to stop my response to them
both. . .even though I know that they find this gratifying. I guess I shouldn’t be
surprised that a Death Eater finds satisfaction in another’s total submission.

Malfoy slumbers peacefully in his large bed while I lay here on the floor. I
realize that I’ll never be truly alone again. He’s all around me. . . .they’re both all
around me. I’ll be in their homes, on their carpet. . .in their beds. Even now, I can taste
one of them in my mouth and my thighs are still wet from his seed. For the very first
time in my life, I have no control over my own fate. I tug at the collar around my neck,
a mark of ownership. . .the only covering I have. It is cold and nearly constricts my
throat to remind me of place -- a joint possession. I have to maintain a delicate balance
while I serve two very deadly serpents. I realize that I must curry their favor if I wish
to continue living. I can only hope that they don’t rip me apart in the process.

~*Severus*~

I had planned to accomplish many things in her absence. I am working on a
formula for a very potent poison named, ToxSin, that I planned to brew and bottle. I
also needed to put together some rather unfortunate test subjects. I planned on going to
Hogsmeade to buy some supplies. But I didn’t finish a single task.

Instead, I found myself eagerly anticipating her return. And when I wasn’t
looking forward to playing with my pet once more, I was brooding over what Lucius
was doing with her. Malfoy’s passion for inflicting pain was legendary. In fact, I’d
prepared another healing potion to counteract whatever damage he’d inflicted in order
to play out one of his sordid little fantasies.

I was loathe to leave her with him yesterday. She was naive in the ways of the
world and certainly didn’t deserve to fall prey to the jaded appetites of that depraved
aristocrat. Not that my intentions towards her were honorable but at least, I’m not a
sadist. I could see the fear in her eyes before I left her. Malfoy had probably leapt on
her as soon as I disappeared.

Malfoy Apparated with her just after noon. . .twenty-*five* hours after she’d
arrived at his manor. The silly peacock was dressed all in blue, no doubt to show off
his equally blue eyes. She knelt beside him and I was infuriated to see that he’d placed
a leash on her.

“If I’d known you had a spare leash lying around, I would have gotten you a dog
for Christmas,” I drawled.

Lucius unsnapped the leash and pulled her to her feet.. “No thank you, Severus,
she’s the only pet I want.” He threaded a gl han hand through her hair and propelled
her forward into his embrace. But instead of kissing her, Malfoy’s mouth settled on the
delicate skin where her neck met her shoulder, just below the collar, and he bit down.
The bite wasn’t vicious, nor was it painless, judging by the startled gasp she gave. It
seems I’ve found my very first ToxSin test subject. “Until tomorrow,” he murmured
against her neck. Then, he Dissapperated with a pompous smirk on his face.

She pressed a hand to her neck, wincing.

“Let me take a look att, tt, there’s no telling where his mouth has been,” I said
as I pried her small fingers away and inspected the bite mark. In truth, it was nothing. .
.just a love bite. But I knew exactly why he did it. Malfoy wanted to mark her. And so
he had. I noticed several little bruises on her body. They were nothing compared to the
torture she had endured but they were evidence of his ownership. I urgently wanted to
remove any evidence of his presence from her body. I fished the healing position from
the pocket of my robe and handed her the small bottle. “Drink that, it should heal
you.”

She obligingly drank it down and I tossed the bottle in the trash. That’s when I
noticed that he’d marked her in other ways. The bastard had left his seed to dry or
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thighs. Very subtle, Lucius. Next time, why not urinate on the girl to stake your claim?
I immediately marched her to the bathroom and drew her another bath.

Only this time, I wasn’t content to merely watch her bathe. No, I wanted to
participate. She watched me from under lowered lashes as I knelt beside the tub with
meeveeeves rolled up to my elbows. I cleansed her of him, savoring the slippery feel of
her wet skin under my hands. She leaned against the back of the tub and closed her
eyes as I drug the washcloth over her stomach. “Do you like that, my sweet?”

She briefly opens her eyes, they were almost drowsy. “Mmmm. . .”
I smile indulgently, pleased that she trusts me enough to relax and I eagerly
return to my task. I linger over her bare breasts and I discard the washcloth entirely to
lather them. I enjoy the delicious weight of them in my hands. They’re softer than the
rest of her skin. I also admire the contrast of the paleness of her breast against the
tannish pink tips. I can’t resist squeezing her nipples. She gives another of her
delightful moans but I force myself to move on before I’m obliged to crawl into the tub
with her. When I’ve finished with the rest of her lovely body, I concentrate my efforts
on her hair. I massage the shampoo into her scalp, relishing the feel of the silken mass
in my hands. It tangles about my fingers as though it were clinging to me of its own
free will. I grasp a pitcher from the sink and shield her eyes with my hand as I wash the
suds away. Without being asked, she stands up. Bnstenstead of offering her a towel, I
open one up and beckon her towards me with a gesture. My compliant little pet then
stands on the rug as I towel her off. She is finally been purified of Lucius and I’m
aching to have her again. As I kneel before her to dry off her gorgeous legs, I hear her
stomach growl.

“He didn’t feed you, did he?” I ask.

“No, he didn’t, Severus.” She briefly bites her lower lip. “Can I please have
something to eat?”

My breath catches. I have been waiting patiently for her to ask me for
something. She must understand that nothing comes for free, not anymore. We’re
working on the bartering system here. The basic necessities are, for her, luxuries. Its too
easy to demand things from her when she must always submit. No, I want her active
participation in the things we’ll do together. “Of course you may. . .if you do something
for me.”

Her brow furrows briefly as if she cannot believe what I just said.“W-what do
you want me to do, Severus?”

“I want you here,” I say as my hand reached around her thigh to rest on the
crease between her buttocks.

“Will it hurt?” she asks anxiously.
“Did *he* take you here?” I ask tightly. Again, I chafe at having to share
anything with him, but especially sharing *her* with him.

“No, he didn’t.”

A dark pleasure fills me at the news. It appears I will be able to take her other
innocence as well. “Most likely,” I say honestly. I lick my suddenly dry lips, my hand is
unconsciously cupping her cheek. “But no more so than I when I had last you the other
night.” Truthfully, I could force her but I’ve learned from experience that sodomy is
best left to willing participants. This used to be a private induction ritual in Slytherin
House when I attended. I have been on both the giving and receiving ends, as it were. I
now have learned that, indeed, it is better to give than to receive.

“And if I don’t?” she asks softly.

“Then you’ll go to bed with me still hungry,” I reply sternly. Compared to
Malfoy, I’m a gentleman, but I was the master here and she must always remember and
respect that.

She takes a deep breath and then a look of resignation settles over her face.
“Alright.” She looks at the floor once more.

“I’ll give you something to eat afterwards,” I promise as aI triumphantly drag her
down the hallway to my bedroom. I pull her down onto the bed and draw her onto my
lap. Her legs are hitched around my hips and I can feel the heat of her sex against my
abdomen. Her breasts are pressed up against my chest, abraded by the starched
material of my dress robes. I tilt her head back, until it rests against my palm before I
ravish her with my mouth. I think I could spend hours kissing her. I push her to her
limit, kissing her beyond the point where she needs breath. When I pull back, her eyes
flutter open and she gasps in air. There’s a slightly panicked look in her eyes. But I
can’t help myself. Instead of satisfying me, she makes me ravenous for more.

I lower her onto the bed, adjusting her arms and legs to suite my needs. Her
head rests on a pillow, while I reacquaint myself with her ripe sex. I’m elated to
discover that she’s already honeyed for me. I slide a finger into her and my plaything
lets out a soft little sigh. I continue to stroke her and her hips thrust against my hand as
she lets out another of her captivating moans. I decide that she’s had enough. I want
her in a heightened state when I enter her body. She groans as I withdraw. I lick my
finger clean and make a mental vow to acquaint her with the joys of cunnilingus.

I place her face down and prop her hips up with a couple of pillows and place
one under head. She is completely exposed and once again at my mercy. She
apprehensively watches me over her shoulder as I snag a vial of colorless and odorless
gel from the bureau drawer and place it on the edge of the bed. A Death Eater must
always be prepared for any situation. I deftly remove my robes and she shyly looks
away. I wonder at that reticence. Did she shy away from examining Lucius’ body? I’m
aware that I’m not exactly a handsome man but I’m hardly Voldemort either. Again, I
could force the issue, order her too look at me. . . but I want participation. And a little
enthusiasm. The next time she asks me for anything, I’ll make my move.

I crawl onto the bed behind her and she tenses slightly, thrown off-kilter by not
being able to see me. “Easy,” I croon. I bend over her, burying my face in her fragrant
air and stroking her sides. She relaxes into my touch, resting her head on the pillow
once more. I dip a finger in the cool gel and gently pry her cheeks apart. She gasps at
the coldness against the little rosette within. She keeps her fingers clenched on the edge
of the mattress, but soon she has loosened up elsewhere. . . enough to enter. I’ve also
prepared myself with the gel. I place myself at her entrance and she shifts slightly, I’m
not sure if its to encourage my intrusion or prevent it but I can’t be denied at this point.
I thrust into her as gently as I can.

“Oh. . .” she groans into the pillow.

I’ve never felt anything so tight. . .so warm. Unless you count the welcoming
folds of her sex. My eyes become unfocused as I relentlessly drive all the way inside of
her. I begin to thrust into her then and she moans at the dual sensations of the soft
material of the pillow tucked between her legs and the fullness deep inside of her. She
finally gives me what I want. . .one of her decadent moans interspersed with my name,
as the warring sensations become too much for her and she gives in to the feeling. It’s
enough to send me over the edge.

An hour later, I’m awoken by a persistent tapping on my chest. I blearily open
my eyes to see her looking at me hopefully. Her head is pillowed on my shoulder and
we’re both beneath the warm linens of my bed.

“I’m sorry,” she begins, tucking her lower lip between her teeth. “I wanted to
know if it was alright for me to get some food?”

“You must be starving,” I murmur sympathetically. I had almost failed to hold
up my end of the bargain. “Come on, then.” I throw on a robe, leaving it open out of
sheer perversity. . .she still d’t l’t look. My eyes roam freely all over her luscious little
body. She is completely at ease in her nudity. I wonder if she even notices anymore.
She follows me on all-fours to the kitchen. I smile as I see her squirm slightly, she’ll be
just a little sore for a day or two.

She settles down at my feet while I chop up vegetables for an omelette. “You do
like eggs, don’t you?” I ask conversationally.

“At this point, I think I might eat anything, but yes, Severus, I do like eggs.”

It’s the most she’s said to me since. . .since I was her professor and she was one of
my best students. Its hard to reconcile the image of the proper schoolgirl she had been
with the obedient pet she’s become. I’m discomfited by thoughts of my past and by
*her* past especially. I clear my throat. “I think I
might eat with you. I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

She blushes at the insinuation.

When the food is finished, I bring it to the table. Again, she sits herself at my
feet. I sense an opening for yet another bargain. “Would you like to sit at the table, my
sweet?”
For a just a moment, she stares longingly at the long oak table with it\'s linens and
glassware. She seems to get a hold of herself and shakes her head firmly. “No, that’s
not my place. Not anymore.”



Acknowledgments:

Lillyanna– I’m glad you think so. I’m trying to keep Lucy and Sevvie. . .ha!. . .separate
in my mind. This time I’ve added Hermione to the mix of voices.
Severella– Yes, I’m a quick writer. I work the night shift and it is *yawn* boring! I’m
glad I’m humanizing Malfoy a bit for you. He’s a conundrum. Frankly, Severus is
much more sympathetic. Believe it or not, this is my first attempt at an angsty darkfic.
Most of my stuff is in the humor/romance vein. The idea hit upon me and I decided to
give it a whirl. I’ve never written anything like this or in 1st person!
Reader– Thank you so much. I have added Hermione’s voice to mix but I feel it isn’t as
sharp as Lucius and Severus. I’ve always felt an affinity for writing men. I don’t know
why. . .considering I’m female.
Meg– I appreciate your praise. Severus and Hermione are an acquired taste but - watch
out they become quite addictive. And, yes, I think our girl is going to best them both at
their own game.
Karena Elizabeth– Here’s more. I intentionally began this is a two or three parter if
there was any interest but now I see it growing a bit beyond that. I’ll keep writing if
others keep reading.
Stratyllis– I think both of them are going to be a bit jealous of each other. Thanks!
Zee– Thanks! Its an experiment, so I hope it doesn’t blow up in my face. :)
Kyra– Thank you! I’ve never role played before. But, yes, I will be continuing the story.
And I appreciate the compliment.
Hannah– *giggling* Nope, I’m not religious. Wouldn’t my pastor just be in an uproar
about this little fic? LOL And thank you for the praise. A Draco POV. . .hmmmmm
Bitc-of-da-world– Thanks. Glad you’re *interested*
Aphrodite– Thanks! Here’s more Glad you like it.
whiteraven– I’m glad you like the Severus/Lucius interaction. I expect things are going
to get more hostile from here on out. And I’m pleased you like the running
commentary. I thought they would both be very opinionated. And, yes, Hermione will
become more and more important to them.
mashnut– Speechless in a good way?
J.S. Sumner – I’m glad you like the debauchery going on. And no, its angsty, dark
erotica that has a plot. I’m thinking along the lines of the servant becoming master of
her domain and *not* in the Seinfeld way.
Tulipsaside– Yes, she’s twisting them into little knots without any effort on her part.
And, yes, they will be competing for her attention! I’m glad you like the conversations!