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43
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Life Wards
Chapter 39—Life Wards
She awoke in the morning to the feeling of a wand being pushed under her chin. Her brain, foggy from excessive use and grief, was slow to provide her with the proper response. She allowed the wand-tip to lead her chin upward until her pupils finally focused on the clear blue eyes and platinum blond hair of Lucius Malfoy.
Her brain struggled to direct her limbs, but she tripped over her mother’s leg and fell bodily to the floor. Her mind reeled for her wand, but Lucius wouldn’t keep her waiting long to find out where it was. “Alas, she still forgets she\'s a witch.” He held the thin Vinewood rod in front of his face.
“Malfoy!”
“That is my name.” He teased.
“How—?”
“You don’t know?” He looked so delighted to be able to explain to her. “You really don’t know? Sad, sad… Your precious potions master is dead, so his Life Wards failed and now... I stand before you... a free man.”
Hermione felt her heart drop in her chest. She had been hoping she had dreamt it all. Her emotions began to well up again, and the only thing that kept her focused at all was the feel of her mother’s hand on her bicep. She clamped her mouth shut before more than one sob could escape and turned to face her mother who had gone deathly pale, staring horror-struck at Lucius.
Hermione returned her eyes to Lucius who snarled at her mother, “There’s only one thing viler than a mudblood!” He raised his wand and Hermione moved firmly to block her mother from Lucius.
“Merlin! And they said you were smart! Do you really think I would hesitate for the likes of you?” With a flick of his wand he sent her flying out of the way, and she screamed and flailed as she flew through the air and landed, front first, against the bookshelf, with an “Oomf!” as the air was knocked out of her lungs. She worried immediately for the baby despite the fact that she was in incredible pain that seemed to fill her ears with a ringing sound and distracted her from the room for a moment. Malfoy was saying something to her mother, but she could barely process it through the cramping pain in her abdomen. “Oh Merlin…” she moaned wishing he hadn’t used a sticking spell that held her in place, inches from the ground. The spell maintained an uncomfortable pressure on her belly. With her head twisted as it was, she could see Malfoy pacing as he insulted her mother. Eventually, he turned back to face her mother with a sadistic sneer. “You’re not going anywhere.” He shot a Cruciatus Curse at her and she buckled with wild screams against the ground.
“MALFOY! MALFOY, STOP THIS NOW!” screamed Hermione over the piercing torture of her mother. “STOP! NO! MUM! MUM!” Hermione couldn’t see, but she could hear her mother’s screams become fainter and fainter until they sounded like a strangled cry and she went silent altogether.
Hermione couldn’t see, but Lucius was kind enough to narrate into the silence. “Now that is interesting. It would seem that muggle-vermin bubble up foamy liquid in their throats and pass out when you hold a Cruciatus Curse on them. Did you know that, Mudblood?” He hummed with interest, “Well, now we know.”
He approached Hermione, trapped against the bookshelf and struggling as well as she could against her magical bonds and cocked his head at her with interest. As she struggled, her bottom wiggled quite deliciously with her knees pulled in and apart because of the way she hit the wall. She watched him approach with fear clearly displayed in her eyes.
Malfoy chuckled. “So, Mudblood, I see Severus got to you first. Shame, I thought I’d ruin your ability to procreate before this travesty could occur, but no matter, you’ve only made my job messier.” He unstuck her from the wall and let her drop heavily to the ground. For the second time in less than five minutes, her mind was consumed with the pain of falling on her large belly. She didn’t even hear him laugh behind her or really register much more than him turning her over and pushing her legs apart.
“What’re you—”
“Tsk, tsk! You really must learn to listen, Mudblood.” He waved his wand and her little blue panties disappeared. “We’re going to see how long your filthy half-breed will last if it is born this premature.” Hermione’s eyes widened in horror and she began to struggle, but he quickly caught her hands mid-swing. “Oh no, Granger! That won’t do!” He used his legs, braced inside and leaning pressure on her legs, spreading her wide. The lascivious expression he wore as he looked into her pink slit horrified her, but what scared her more was the wicked smile that crossed his lips as he raised his wand. “Accio cane.” He drawled and used the long pole to give him painful leverage over her wrists.
“Mr. Malfoy, please,” she begged, “please, if someone had attacked and aborted Draco from Mrs. Malfoy—please think about it. What if—”
He let go of her hands just long enough to back-hand her with his full strength. She was immediately sure that a large bruise would bloom there, likely darkest where his massive wedding ring sat on his finger. Before she could retaliate, his hands recaptured her wrists and pinned her hands down with the pressure of his weight. It was not comfortable in the least.
“Hmm…” Lucius pushed two fingers into her narrow vagina and began to feel the depth and tightness of her cervix.
Hermione squirmed uncomforatably in an attempt to stop or block him from continueing, but he was too strong for her. All she could do is curse her body for betraying her with its slick preparation for Lucius’ invasion. Regardless of how violated she felt, she knew that delaying her death would be dependent upon how long she could remain silent, so she offered no audible protest.
Despite her struggles, Lucius didn’t use magic to restrain her again. The effort was amusing, and he made sure to tell Hermione what he was doing every step of the way. He put his wand to her abdomen and applied a bit of pressure to ensure that the long rod of wood would remain touching her. He murmured a series of words and a lancing circular pain lanced through her belly seeming to bisect her perfectly through her navel.
She could remain silent no longer, and she screamed through her teeth. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the pain disappeared, leaving a wave of pleasure in its wake. She was unable to stop the moan that left her lips. In response, Lucius chuckled and continued to murmur the spell.
She could feel a pressure on her cervix and kicked out reflexively to dislodge Lucius from her. “Please!” A groan from behind Lucius drew her attention as Hermione let loose a hysterical shriek at the pain of her widening cervix.
Her mother stirred and Lucius looked over his shoulder. “Damn, Muggle!” He lifted his wand over his shoulder. “I’ll deal with you later!” Hermione’s mother was lifted off the floor and pinned to the bookshelf like Hermione had been. Returning his attention to her, he leaned over Hermione’s legs and grinned maliciously. “Now, where was I?”
Another lancing pain gripped her abdomen and she groaned and cursed through clenched teeth before screaming openly. The pain left her just as suddenly as it had the first time and she gasped for breath feeling as if she couldn’t fully fill her lungs. She suffered through three more contractions before Lucius finally grew tired enough that she was able to get one leg free to knee him in the groin.
“MOM!” She shrieked, dragging herself to a standing position before Snape’s voice seemed to echo in her mind, “Longbottom can even manage to remember that his wand is too important to relinquish to the enemy.” By the time she realized and spun to face Lucius he had risen to face her with his wand drawn.
“For that, Bitch, you die!” He ground out, but just as he began the Killing Curse, a strong force hit her in the legs, and she collapsed to the ground. For the third time she landed on her large belly and rolled to her side coughing at the extreme pain that stimulated another contraction. There was a duel going on around her, but she didn’t look to see who had saved her. She simply rolled to her side and tried to inhale while her eyes sought her mother.
"Mum!" She called weakly as she dragged herself to her mother.
The strong arms that lifted her from the ground were faceless as she focused on her mother’s limp form at the base of the bookshelf. She appeared to be breathing, but she was definitely in a poor condition. She performed whatever diagnostic spells she could manage without her wand, but she was so distracted that she couldn’t get a proper reading. She could hear Lucius behind her say, “The Dark Lord will know of your treachery, Brother!” followed by the pop of apparation.
She turned at the sound of footsteps behind her...
A/N: To my readers. Thank you very much for reading my story. I am slowly learning to look to the hit count for a measure of my success rather than at the reviews, though the reviews are infinitely more motivating to the little voice in my head. Therefore, I still want to say thank you to my top reviewers:
1 catysmom
2 Queen_Celestia
3 meankitty69
4 johanna3030
5 slytherin-princess
5 Lady_of_Clunn
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Everyone, put your hands together for our newest reviewers: Turketam, Keepingitreal, oh boy, and last but most certainly not least, one of our moderators, Danyealla-sama.
To the Mods... thanks for the info. I cut out a lot from the A/N on previous chapters, and I will be going to the forums very soon. So, yeah, thanks for this opportunity.
She awoke in the morning to the feeling of a wand being pushed under her chin. Her brain, foggy from excessive use and grief, was slow to provide her with the proper response. She allowed the wand-tip to lead her chin upward until her pupils finally focused on the clear blue eyes and platinum blond hair of Lucius Malfoy.
Her brain struggled to direct her limbs, but she tripped over her mother’s leg and fell bodily to the floor. Her mind reeled for her wand, but Lucius wouldn’t keep her waiting long to find out where it was. “Alas, she still forgets she\'s a witch.” He held the thin Vinewood rod in front of his face.
“Malfoy!”
“That is my name.” He teased.
“How—?”
“You don’t know?” He looked so delighted to be able to explain to her. “You really don’t know? Sad, sad… Your precious potions master is dead, so his Life Wards failed and now... I stand before you... a free man.”
Hermione felt her heart drop in her chest. She had been hoping she had dreamt it all. Her emotions began to well up again, and the only thing that kept her focused at all was the feel of her mother’s hand on her bicep. She clamped her mouth shut before more than one sob could escape and turned to face her mother who had gone deathly pale, staring horror-struck at Lucius.
Hermione returned her eyes to Lucius who snarled at her mother, “There’s only one thing viler than a mudblood!” He raised his wand and Hermione moved firmly to block her mother from Lucius.
“Merlin! And they said you were smart! Do you really think I would hesitate for the likes of you?” With a flick of his wand he sent her flying out of the way, and she screamed and flailed as she flew through the air and landed, front first, against the bookshelf, with an “Oomf!” as the air was knocked out of her lungs. She worried immediately for the baby despite the fact that she was in incredible pain that seemed to fill her ears with a ringing sound and distracted her from the room for a moment. Malfoy was saying something to her mother, but she could barely process it through the cramping pain in her abdomen. “Oh Merlin…” she moaned wishing he hadn’t used a sticking spell that held her in place, inches from the ground. The spell maintained an uncomfortable pressure on her belly. With her head twisted as it was, she could see Malfoy pacing as he insulted her mother. Eventually, he turned back to face her mother with a sadistic sneer. “You’re not going anywhere.” He shot a Cruciatus Curse at her and she buckled with wild screams against the ground.
“MALFOY! MALFOY, STOP THIS NOW!” screamed Hermione over the piercing torture of her mother. “STOP! NO! MUM! MUM!” Hermione couldn’t see, but she could hear her mother’s screams become fainter and fainter until they sounded like a strangled cry and she went silent altogether.
Hermione couldn’t see, but Lucius was kind enough to narrate into the silence. “Now that is interesting. It would seem that muggle-vermin bubble up foamy liquid in their throats and pass out when you hold a Cruciatus Curse on them. Did you know that, Mudblood?” He hummed with interest, “Well, now we know.”
He approached Hermione, trapped against the bookshelf and struggling as well as she could against her magical bonds and cocked his head at her with interest. As she struggled, her bottom wiggled quite deliciously with her knees pulled in and apart because of the way she hit the wall. She watched him approach with fear clearly displayed in her eyes.
Malfoy chuckled. “So, Mudblood, I see Severus got to you first. Shame, I thought I’d ruin your ability to procreate before this travesty could occur, but no matter, you’ve only made my job messier.” He unstuck her from the wall and let her drop heavily to the ground. For the second time in less than five minutes, her mind was consumed with the pain of falling on her large belly. She didn’t even hear him laugh behind her or really register much more than him turning her over and pushing her legs apart.
“What’re you—”
“Tsk, tsk! You really must learn to listen, Mudblood.” He waved his wand and her little blue panties disappeared. “We’re going to see how long your filthy half-breed will last if it is born this premature.” Hermione’s eyes widened in horror and she began to struggle, but he quickly caught her hands mid-swing. “Oh no, Granger! That won’t do!” He used his legs, braced inside and leaning pressure on her legs, spreading her wide. The lascivious expression he wore as he looked into her pink slit horrified her, but what scared her more was the wicked smile that crossed his lips as he raised his wand. “Accio cane.” He drawled and used the long pole to give him painful leverage over her wrists.
“Mr. Malfoy, please,” she begged, “please, if someone had attacked and aborted Draco from Mrs. Malfoy—please think about it. What if—”
He let go of her hands just long enough to back-hand her with his full strength. She was immediately sure that a large bruise would bloom there, likely darkest where his massive wedding ring sat on his finger. Before she could retaliate, his hands recaptured her wrists and pinned her hands down with the pressure of his weight. It was not comfortable in the least.
“Hmm…” Lucius pushed two fingers into her narrow vagina and began to feel the depth and tightness of her cervix.
Hermione squirmed uncomforatably in an attempt to stop or block him from continueing, but he was too strong for her. All she could do is curse her body for betraying her with its slick preparation for Lucius’ invasion. Regardless of how violated she felt, she knew that delaying her death would be dependent upon how long she could remain silent, so she offered no audible protest.
Despite her struggles, Lucius didn’t use magic to restrain her again. The effort was amusing, and he made sure to tell Hermione what he was doing every step of the way. He put his wand to her abdomen and applied a bit of pressure to ensure that the long rod of wood would remain touching her. He murmured a series of words and a lancing circular pain lanced through her belly seeming to bisect her perfectly through her navel.
She could remain silent no longer, and she screamed through her teeth. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the pain disappeared, leaving a wave of pleasure in its wake. She was unable to stop the moan that left her lips. In response, Lucius chuckled and continued to murmur the spell.
She could feel a pressure on her cervix and kicked out reflexively to dislodge Lucius from her. “Please!” A groan from behind Lucius drew her attention as Hermione let loose a hysterical shriek at the pain of her widening cervix.
Her mother stirred and Lucius looked over his shoulder. “Damn, Muggle!” He lifted his wand over his shoulder. “I’ll deal with you later!” Hermione’s mother was lifted off the floor and pinned to the bookshelf like Hermione had been. Returning his attention to her, he leaned over Hermione’s legs and grinned maliciously. “Now, where was I?”
Another lancing pain gripped her abdomen and she groaned and cursed through clenched teeth before screaming openly. The pain left her just as suddenly as it had the first time and she gasped for breath feeling as if she couldn’t fully fill her lungs. She suffered through three more contractions before Lucius finally grew tired enough that she was able to get one leg free to knee him in the groin.
“MOM!” She shrieked, dragging herself to a standing position before Snape’s voice seemed to echo in her mind, “Longbottom can even manage to remember that his wand is too important to relinquish to the enemy.” By the time she realized and spun to face Lucius he had risen to face her with his wand drawn.
“For that, Bitch, you die!” He ground out, but just as he began the Killing Curse, a strong force hit her in the legs, and she collapsed to the ground. For the third time she landed on her large belly and rolled to her side coughing at the extreme pain that stimulated another contraction. There was a duel going on around her, but she didn’t look to see who had saved her. She simply rolled to her side and tried to inhale while her eyes sought her mother.
"Mum!" She called weakly as she dragged herself to her mother.
The strong arms that lifted her from the ground were faceless as she focused on her mother’s limp form at the base of the bookshelf. She appeared to be breathing, but she was definitely in a poor condition. She performed whatever diagnostic spells she could manage without her wand, but she was so distracted that she couldn’t get a proper reading. She could hear Lucius behind her say, “The Dark Lord will know of your treachery, Brother!” followed by the pop of apparation.
She turned at the sound of footsteps behind her...
A/N: To my readers. Thank you very much for reading my story. I am slowly learning to look to the hit count for a measure of my success rather than at the reviews, though the reviews are infinitely more motivating to the little voice in my head. Therefore, I still want to say thank you to my top reviewers:
1 catysmom
2 Queen_Celestia
3 meankitty69
4 johanna3030
5 slytherin-princess
5 Lady_of_Clunn
6 pstibbons
7 sslover
8 openthedoor
9 Sureves Epans
9 JunoMagic
9 lilmisblack
10 Jen618
10 doodle/deaudle
Everyone, put your hands together for our newest reviewers: Turketam, Keepingitreal, oh boy, and last but most certainly not least, one of our moderators, Danyealla-sama.
To the Mods... thanks for the info. I cut out a lot from the A/N on previous chapters, and I will be going to the forums very soon. So, yeah, thanks for this opportunity.