Plaything

Title: Plaything

Rating: R/ NC-17

Pairing: HG/LM, HG/SS

Warning: Dic, ic, 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 happens. . .
~*Lu~*Lucius*~

I Apparated directly into Severus\' bedchamber during the pre-dawn hours of
*my* day. I\'m not sure what made me do it. A whim perhaps. I do know that it will
make Severus furious. which is enough of a reason for me. At any rate, I find myself at
the foot of my old friend\'s bed at four in the morning. He is laying on his sideh arh arm
slung over our prize. . .that hated word *our*. Thankfully, the covers are pulled up to
chest and I\'m spared the agony of seeing his unclothed form.

My pet is nestled beside him. She is facing away but his body is bracketing hers
and his face is buried in her hair. The longer I see the two of them lying together, the
angrier I get. He must order her to lie beside him. It\'s one thing to force your amorous
desires on another, but it is quite another to compel them to. . .to. . . *cuddle* with you.
I\'m aware that this is twisted logic on my part, but then again, I have the morals of a
hedonist.

As if she senses my presence, my beautiful toy opens her eyes. They\'re half-lidded and drowsy as she peers at me in the grey light. \"Master?\" she asks softly.

\"Yes, your *other* master has come to fetch you.\" She makes no move to get out
of bed. \"Well?\" I prompt. \"Unless, of course, you enjoy his attentions,\" I sneer.

\"Wha-?\" She blinks a couple of times, as if realizing where she was. She moves
away from him as if she\'d found herself in bed with a viper.

I feel my mood lighten quite a bit at that. \"Come here,\" I prod, holding out her
leash. \"It\'s time to go.\"

She manages to slip out of his bed without him waking and pads over to me.
\"Master, should we. . .should I leave him a note or-\"

I don\'t even spare him a glance. \"He\'s supposedly a smart man, let him figure it
out.\" I fasten the leash on her and she starts to get down on all-fours when I grasp her
arm, halting her. \"That won\'t be necessary.\"

She looks at me gratefully, a genuine smile playing about her lips before it
disappears. It is the first time she\'s ever smiled at me and I\'m nearly dumbstruck by it.
I hadn\'t expected it. Certainly hadn\'t warranted it. And yet, why do I have the urge to
see it again? \"Come on, then,\" I say brusquely, Dissapparating us both out of the room.

We appear in my den once more. I unclip the leash and toss it over a chair before
removing my cloak. I notice that she\'s examining the room, but she only does it when I
turn away. She\'s unaware that I can see her out of the corner of my eye.

\"Didn\'t we have a talk the other day about keeping your eyes on me at *all*
times, pet?\"

Her doe-like eyes settle on me once and I notice there\'s a bit of apprehension in
them. Good, can\'t have her getting too comfortable, can we?

\"I\'m sorry, master.\"

\"I\'ll let it go - this time.\" I pull a ribbon from my pocket and pass it to her. \"Put
your hair up.\" She nervously takes it from me and begins to bind her tresses. I begin
to walk a slow circle around her. I love doing this, I can view her lovely body from
every angle as well as increase her anxiety. I like the way her breasts are thrust up
when her arms are behind her head and I make a mental note to make her stand like
this another day. Finally, her hair is tucked into a thick pony tail and she drops her
arms once more.

\"We\'re going to play a game today.\"

She doesn\'t speak. She merely waits for me to continue. Excellent.

I come up behind her, placing a gloved hand on her shoulder before I pull an
ornamental blade from a sheath at my waist. It is a wicked-looking knife, fashioned out
of be-spelled steel with a large onyx in the very center. I place it against her throat and
she gasps, backing up against my body.

She finally finds her voice. \"P-please don\'t kill me.\"

\"I wouldn\'t dream of it, little girl. Not yet, at least.\" I run the blade across her
her throat, lightly scraping it against her skin, but never actually breaking it. I don\'t
stop until it rests on the nape of her neck. \"I\'m just going to slide this over you, let you
feel it against your skin.\" I release her abruptly and looklooks over her shoulder at me,
audibly gulping at the sight of the knife. \"Lie down on my desk.\" She slowly walks
over and starts to lie down on her back when I speak up. \"On your stomach.\" She
obediently turns over and lays down on her stomach.

My breath catches at the dissolute tableau before me. \"Very good. And do be
sure to stay still, I\'d hate for my hand to slip.\" I run the blade down the sloping lines of
her back, admiring the look of cool silver against her pale flesh. The knife belonged to
my grandfather. He\'d turn over in his grave if he knew I was using it in a sex game. . .
.although, he was a Malfoy. There\'s no telling what he did with it. As I scrape it along
the back of her knees , I hear her breaths coming faster. \"Does it feel good? Do you like
the kiss of steel against your skin?\"

She hesitates. I can tell she wants to say no but she moans as I round her calf.
\"Yes, my lord.\"

I run it all the way down both of her legs, pausing briefly at the back of her
thigh. I have the wild urge to carve my initials into her. I\'m normally not so. .
.unimaginative. \"Turn over,\" I say hoarsely.

She does so and lays back down. This is better. Now I can see her face fill with
both a bit of lust as well as fear. And she\'s trying so hard to conceal both. She won\'t be
able to in a moment. \"Spread your legs.\" She does so and I run the dagger up the inside
of her thigh, stopping just below her pubis. I slip a finger inside her. \"You\'re wet,
Hermione.\"

She looks up, confused by the use of her name.

\"Tell me what you want and I\'ll give it to you.\"

She pulls in a deep breath. \"I want you to let me go.\"

I laugh, utterly delighted by her disobedience. I press the tip of the dagger just a
bit more. . .and I\'m rewarded by a lovely little droplet of mud blood that beads against
her alabaster thigh.

She cries out and not just in pain either.

\"Oh, dear, my hand slipped.\" I lean over her, letting my weight settle over her.
I love the juxtaposition of her absolute nakedness and my fully-clothed state. \"But it
felt good, didn\'t it? That little bit of pain sharpened the pleasure.\"

She shakes her head. \"No! I don\'t want this. I don\'t want--\"

I press my finger at just the right spot and she moans, her eyes falling closed.
\"Are *su *sure* about that?\" My toy begins bucking against my hand, begging me
with her body. \"Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me.\"

\"I don\'t!\" she blurts out. \"I don\'t! B-but I do!\" She closes her eyes at the shame
of it, tears seeping from the corners. \"I shouldn\'t. . .what\'s wrong with me? I-\"

The game is over. Her admission was what I really wanted. \"Shhh. . .\" I toss my
knife aside. My mouth hovers over her eyelids and I press feather light kisses there. I
kiss my way to her sweet mouth. \"Hush now, and I\'ll give us what we both want.\"

And I did.

An hour later, I\'m seated on my magnificent blue couch, naked as the day I was
born with my pet on my lap. There is a fire crackling in the hearth and I have a glass of
port beside me. She is asleep and her head is propped up on the arm of the couch. The
girl is utterly exhausted. There are dark circles under her eyes and I can see that herightight is down. Her hip bones are too prominent and her ribs are showing. I find
myself running my hands over her skin. And not in an attempt to arouse her or myself.
I honestly don\'t know why I\'m touching her but she feels good in my arms.

The war is almost over and we\'re going to win. The only thing standing between
us and victory is Harry Potter. Hogwarts is no more. That old fool Dumbedore is dead
and Potter is their very last hope. The night my pet was captured, the Potter brat had
eluded us by use of a special portkey. It took him directly to the Minestry of Magic
which is still heavily warded and guarded by Aurors. Still, the establishment will fall
once Potter has been executed. Lord Voldemort is hoping the boy will come out of
hiding in order to save Hermione ger.ger. I know ,without being told, that once this
happens, her life is forfeit. And the thought of her death disturbs me. I quickly
disentangle myself from her, getting some physical distance if not emotional.

When she awakens, she finds me working at my desk. Thank the gods for
servants and cleaning spells. \"Lunch will be served soon,\" I announce.

She stands up to look at me curiously, as if expecting me to add something.

\"Oh, and you needn\'t worry about dear Severus. He knows exactly where you
are. He owled me late this morning.\" I idly pick up the note. Severus knows expletives
in four different languages. I\'m impressed. I drop the note and look at her
questioningly. \"What exactly does he *do* with you anyway? Tart you up in an olt
ot
of school robes and make you \'earn\' an \'A\'?

Her eyes widen at that. \"No, master.\"

Well, not everyone has my flair for the dramatic. \"Then what?\" My curiosity
won\'t be denied.

\"Why do you want to know, my lord?\" she asks shrewdly.

Just then, the house elves enter carrying trays of fresh fruit and tea sandwiches.
She\'s looking at the creatures with pity. Extraordinary. She, too, is a slave but she can
look beyond herself to empathize with their plight. They bustle out of the room as
quickly as they can. They all fear me. . .as they should.

\"You *do* realize that your station is far below theirs, don\'t you?\"

She frowns.

\"You are a bed slave. They are all kitchen servants. They have more privileges
than you. You aren\'t even entitled to free run of the house.\"

\"I\'m lower than a house elf?\" she repeats dumbly.

Clearly, she isn\'t familiar with the Wizard class system. Or at least, the new
world order that Lord Voldemort is building. \"Yes,\" I answer, watching her carefully.

She hastily swipes at the tears that are threatening to fall with the of of her
hand. Then, a harsh bark of laughter escapes her. \"Apparently, life has a sense of
humor.\"

After we\'ve eaten, she sits on the floor at my feet. My legs are sprawled on either
side of her body. I have the arousing image in my mind of her slowly eating ripe
strawberries from the tray. She savored each one, making sure to lick the red juice from
her fingers as she ate them. \"Its time to work on your technique again.\"

She turns around, her gaze falling on my lap. \"Yes, master.\"

There\'s an air of resignation in her voice that irks me. If I weren\'t so eager for
her hot little mouth, I\'d punish her. I undo my pants and free myself.

She sits up on her knees and lowers her mouth to my staff. Instead of hurrying
me to orgasm as she did last time, she licks me. Like she\'d licked the strawberry juice,
from the base of my sex to the very tip. I groan and she fastens her eyes on me, a
devilish sparkle in them. She\'s deliberately teasing me. I can\'t decide whether to be
pleased or angry. \"Why you little-
\
\"Father?\"

I whirl to see my son leaning against the doorway, a Malfoy sneer on his face.
\"As you can no doubt see, I\'m busy at the moment,\" I snap.

\"I have an urgent message for you.\" He\'s holding one of Lord Voldemorte\'s
missives. He saunters closer to the back of the couch and I hastily put myself away. No
doubt he\'s curious as to who I\'m with.

I take the message from him. \"You may go.\"

\"Granger,\" he breathes, spying my little plaything. \"Father, I\'d heard you were
given a toy but I didn\'t know it was *her*.\"

She moves closer to my leg, seeking protection and I fight the urge to lay a
comforting hand on her.

\"I *said* you may go, Draco.\"

But he\'s staring at her with a predatory expression. \"Do you like what he does
to you, Mudblood? Do you scream when he-\"

My wife has obviously diluted our gene pool. \"Kindly keep your imagination in
check when it comes to my sex life, Draco.\"

Draco is still staring at her. \"Can I have her, Father? Just for a night?\"

I want to slap him. My own son. For merely asking to have her. I blow out a
breath, trying to reign in my temper. \"No, Draco, she is off limits. Go now.\"

He sneers at both of us before he turns on his heels and leaves.

She is as shaken by the encounter as I am but for far different reasons. I sit down
on the couch once more, pushing a hand through my hair. Tears are streaking her face
once more. \"Thank you, my lord,\" she says simply.

I manage some semblance of a glare. \"I didn\'t do it for you.\"

Yes, I did.


Acknowledgements:

Deedee-Thanks! I hoped to get some feelings in there with the smut.

Severella- I try. It\'s hard to be coheren the the middle of the night. LOL. I\'m glad you
still find it amusing. And, yes, I was trying for some poignancy. And, witness the
debut of Empowered!Hermione in this part.

Zee- Its not the end. . .it\'s the beginning! I like my Snape kinda evil. ;)
ena ena - Yeah! I was hoping to be a bit original. And yeah. . .who wants to see people
already in love? I think obsession can be a bit more interesting than love. Not that I
don\'t love love. . .er, well thanks! And yes, Hermione\'s going to figure out she has
some power.

Chauntcy- Thanks! I\'m glad you like the rivalry. I think its fun to write.

QR- so you vote for Snape then? I\'m kinda torn. I like my Malfoy too.

Nell-Yes, he was back at it again in this chapter. I think he\'s more of a Jekyll Hyde
personality than Snape is. And, yes, he loves to cause both pleasure and pain. And. .
.yes, Hermione\'s POV was disturbing to write as well as read. . .I\'ve heard. The guys
are at least having fun. She\'s in pain but I did it to balance it out. The next one should
be a bit lighter on her part. She\'s gonna start figuring some things out. And its hard to
keep Snape nice but not too nice. LOL.

Giova- I\'m glad it was able to provoke a strong reaction on your part! That means I\'m
doing my job! And, yes, her treatment is horrible but she\'s going to figure out what\'s
going on.

Jill- Thank you for saying that. I was afraid I\'ve made Severus a bit too nice. I\'m glad
you think he\'s being all masterly. And thanks for reading!

Mansonkitty- Thank you so much. Different in a good way, I hope. LOL.