Plaything

Title: Plaything

Rating: R/ 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 happens. . .

~*Hermione*~


I can't sleep. All I can hear the ticking of Severus' stately clock against the far wall. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. It's
maddening. I can't sleep and I don't wish to stay awake. I haven't been able to sleep more than a couple hours at a time
despite the fact that I'm exhausted. When I'm awake, I'm plagued by what Lucius Malfoy told me. I'm less than a house
elf now. I still can't wrap my mind around that. At one time, I championed their cause and now I don't even have the
same rights. It puts my situation into perspective. But sleep offers no sanctuary from new life. Every time I close my
eyes I have the same nightmare. A memory, actually. . .and I'm forced to relive it every night.

I visit Hogwarts in my dreams. The resistance had no idea Voldemorte had grown so powerful. No one thought he would
dare to attack Hogwarts. But he came in force. Harry, Ron, and I are standing in Dumbledore's office, our wands at the
ready. Professor Dumbeldore stands in front of the door, his wand clutched tightly in his hand. He doesn't say a word. He
just stands there staring at the door. We can all sense that he is frightened and that scares us more than the sounds coming
from the outer halls. Curses were bellowed out, orders were shouted. . .and the screams, of course.

From Dumbldore's tower we could see them through the windows, filing into every single hallway. Masked death was
paying us a call. We pleaded with Professor Dumbledore to let us fight but he flatly refused. He said that Harry must
survive this fight no matter what the cost. And he would need Ron and I to do so. Very soon, we could hear them
marching up the staircase that lead to Dumbledore's office. Before we could react, he hastened us to the window. We all
protested but he ordered us onto brooms. I was seated behind Ron and Harry was on his own. Just as we kicked off from
the window sill, the Death Eaters entered the room. They leveled the killing curse at Dumbledore and he fell to the
ground.

Harry and Ron brought their broom around, ready to face our attackers when we saw them leap onto their own brooms to
pursue us. There were six of them and only three of us.

Harry, Ron, and I took off then, speeding over the grounds at a break-neck speed. Below us, we could see the burning
remains of Hagrid's hut. The lake resembled a giant pool of blood. Even the octopus hadn't escaped their wrath. They were
just behind us, and Harry and Ron swooped and dodged their curses as we sped into the Forbidden Forest. We were
hoping to elude them in the thick cover of the trees.

And then it happened. A Death Eater came up behind us and leveled the killing curse at Ron and I. I managed to move out
of the way but Ron wasn't fast enough. He made no noise. . .no scream. . .no whisper. Harry and I locked gazes for one
horrible moment, each of us realizing what had happened. He reached for me, his hand frantically clawing at the air but he
couldn't get a grip on my hand. His portkey was automatically activated by the close proximity of the Death Eaters closing
in on us. I watched with resignation as Harry left me too. Then, Ron and I both fell from the sky in a flurry of robes.
Landing in a thick row of bushes broke my fall. I scrambled over to Ron but he just lay there. Unresponsive. Unmoving.

Ron looked so peaceful, as if he were sleeping. A slight breeze rippled his blood-red hair. I bent my head to his chest,
desperately searching for some sign of life although I knew I'd find none. Someone was screaming then. . .it wasn't until
later that I realized it was me. I clutched at his shoulders wailing his name, wishing that I could lie beside him as well. I
didn't even bother to run from the Death Eaters.

No, I stood up, hovering over Ron's body with my wand clenched in my fist. I remember the smug smiles on their faces as
they clapped each other on the back, congratulating themselves on Ron's death and my inevitable capture. I was trembling
with fear, rage, and despair. I was about to do something terribly wrong but I felt righteous as I raised my wand and
shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"

Of course it didn't work. I hadn't been trained in the dark arts, only how to defend myself from them. The Death Eaters
laughed at my attempt and hit me with an immobilizing curse. I fell to the ground, landing on top of Ron. I clutched at his
chest desperately, too dazed to move. It's my last memory before I woke up in Voldemort's dungeon.

I roll over in the bed to see Severus lying beside me. He is sleeping soundly, the very picture of bliss. He came to get me
in the middle of the night this time. I was tied to Malfoy's bed and he was in the throes of a climax. It was humiliating to
be seen in that state - trussed up and naked while another person is rutting on top of you. They sneered at each other and
exchanged insults while I looked on. I can sense that they are both possessive of me. And I'm not sure if it is because they
want me ,per se, or if it is because they want to lord something over each other. Although, sometimes. . .sometimes I
wonder about their feelings. It sounds crazy but sometimes I think they might actually feel something for me. Certainly,
Severus is familiar and I can tell he has a fondness for me. But Lucius?

Lucius is much more difficult to understand. I don't know what possessed me to tease him yesterday. Maybe I'm tired of
having my body used against me. Or maybe I wanted to make *him* beg for once. I was terrified that he would kill me
with the knife. Instead, he forced me to play a perverse sex game with him. I was afraid he'd harm me, yet I felt myself
growing aroused by the danger. And he delighted in pointing that out to me. There was just a moment when he looked at
me yesterday that I caught a glimpse of affection in his gaze. Or maybe I'm finally going mad.

At any rate, I'm grateful that he didn't hand me over to his son. And I'm terrified that he will change his mind. I can only
imagine what horrors would await me in Draco's rooms. He has always hated Harry and hated me simply because my
parents are. . .were Muggles. That, and I'd always out shown him academically. I've heard awful stories of things he has
done as a Death Eater. . . ritualistic murders of Muggles, torturing captives, and other depraved acts with men and women
in his custody. He is swiftly moving up the ranks in the Dark Lord's legions.

I roll over in the bed once more. I'm so restless. I can't sleep and I can't stop thinking. I decided to take a walk, maybe it
would help to have some physical distance between myself and Severus. I slip off the bedcovers and walk into the other
room.

I find myself in his lab. He has several cases full of jars and bottles. There are bundles of dried herbs suspended from the
ceilings and several more growing in pots. On his large work table is a mortar and pestle as well as a brazier. In school, I
would have been fascinated by this place - but that feels like a lifetime ago. Shaking my head, I continue my perusal of
Severus' possessions. I can also see a collection of hand-written notes. Part of me wants to spy. But who would I get the
information to? Curious, despite myself, I read them over and discover that Severus is working on a poison. The resistance
needs to know about this. They have been afraid that Voldemort would resort to an underhanded set of means such as this
to destroy them. A few drops of poison could wipe out the Ministry if Severus' calculations were correct.

"What are you doing out of bed?" A silky voice asks.

"I'm sorry. . .I just couldn't sleep," I answer, turning to see Severus standing in the doorway. He had thrown on his robe
and was watching me with two glittering black eyes.

"See anything interesting?" he asks. He isn't even blinking.

I place the notes back on the table. "As a matter of fact, I did. How long have you been workin thn the poison?" I answer.

"Months," he says smoothly. "And what were you planning on doing with that information?"

"You think I'm a spy?"

Severus smiles then. "I suppose not. Where would you hide your information?" He looks at my body once more. He's
already had me twice this evening. He took me on the floor just after we Apparated back to his apartment.

"In my memory?" I say defensively. "I was at the top of my class, you know."

"I remember," he responds, eyes drifting back up to my face. He looks uncomfortable.

"I could help you, you know," I offer. "Not with the poison, because that would be. . .but with other things. I'm sure you
need other potions brewed. You know how high my marks were." I can't believe I just offered to help him but I want to do
something useful. I'm sick of this existence, of being used as a plaything for another's needs.

"I don't need a potions assistant, my sweet. I'm sure that-"

"But I'm smart!" I cry. "Everyone thinks so. . .thought so. I was Head Girl."

"You aren't Head Girl anymore," he said, not unkindly.

My eyes were starting to swim with tears. "I see. That's right, I'm a bed servant now."

"You're just tired." He crossed to the cabinet where he kept ready-made potions and pulled one out for me. "Here's a
sleeping draught. You'll feel better after some rest."

"I don't want it!" I snap, furious with both him and myself. Why won't he see me? I mean, besides me body. Or am I
expecting him to see me as I used to be? The book worm, the best friend, and the "good girl".

"Hermione-"

"I don't want it! I can't do this anymore," I say desperately, on the verge of hysteria. I don't want to be here, don't you
understand that?" I rub away my tears with the back of my hand. "I'm not a toy, Severus. I'm a person! A PERSON! And I
won't-"

"Silence!" For a brief moment, the seemly kind face of my benevolent rapist faltered, giving way to the harsh mask of the
Death Eater he really is. I can't help but wonder which face he shows me is the real mask. "You *will* drink this or I will
hold you down and force it down your throat."

"That's what your good at, isn't it? Forcing?" I said bitterly. "Only you don't do it with your fists, do you? I almost wish
you would. It might be easier than this. . .charade."

He watched me impassively. "Are you quite finished?"

I got down on my knees to drive my point home. Well you haven't had 'it' down my throat yet, have you? Come on,
Severus, I know you want to. Lucius says my technique has improved."

Severus raised his hand to strike me and I shut my eyes. . .but the blow never came. "Don't do this again, Hermione." His
voice is harsh.

"What? Tell the truth?" I can't help myself. I'm angry. . .with him, with Lucius, and with myself most of all.

"I've been lenient with you so far, but I can be cruel, Hermione." Severus reached over and pulled me up by my shoulders.
"Is that what you want? Do you like being knocked around by *him*?" He shook me slightly. "Do you?"

"No!" I denied, but I'm lying. I'm ashamed of myself but sometimes, I enjoy Lucius' rough treatment. Maybe because he
makes me feel, jolts me out of this numb state. I try to wriggle out of his grasp but his hold on me was growing painful.
His fingers were digging into my arms.

"Do you think *he's* handsome? Do you look at *him* when he takes you? Do you enjoy seeing *his* body?"

He was growing angrier by the second. For the first time, I felt that I might be in danger from Severus and I began to plead
with him. "No, Severus, I don't. I hate this. Please don't hurt me. Please don't."

Severus abruptly stopped shaking me. He looked down at me in astonishment, as if he couldn't belief what he'd done. He
let go of me, instantly. " Hermione, I never meant to harm you. I would never-"

"It's okay," I say dully. We both know its an apology. I wrapped my arms around my bare body. Suddenly, I felt very cold.
I may have pricked his conscience earlier, but why do I feel like I'm the one who's bleeding?

Severus took me in his arms then and pressed kisses to my temple. "You must be freezing." He slid his arms under me and
carried me back to his bed. He didn't just lay me down upon it. No, he laid down beside me, his hands running over me.
"Let me warm you."

"No," I murmur. "No, I-"

"Shhhh," he whispers against my mouth before he silences me with a kiss. Once again, I'm defenseless. I don't attempt
another protest. Tonight was the only resistance I've ever shown him. I know that he's my best shot at surviving this
situation. I am hoping to buy his help with my body. So far, I've been afraid to bring the subject up. I don't want to show
my hand too soon. For now, I submit to his will.

Is it wrong to enjoy being held by him? To relish the tender kisses he pressed to my cheeks and forehead? I need his
kindness. . .like he needs my body. Then, his caresses become more focused, more intent. Severus has a way of touching
my body as thought it were made for him. As if he is in control of it. It obeys him without question, yearning for his
caresses. And I can feel myself responding. I can feel myself readying for him. Before I know it, he's inside of me. And it
feels wonderful. . . and horrible... I want him and I hate him for that.

After he has finished with me, he brings me against his side. I am ashamed to admit that I'm as sated as he is. He presses
me against his body and I go willingly, twining my arms about him. Severus uncorks the bottle and presses the sleeping
potion to my lips. "Drink this."

I obediently drink it down, eager for the pleasant potion-induced oblivion of sleep.

But I know my memories will come to haunt me. . . they always do. . .and they always will.


Katiexoxo- Thank you! I didn't want to just write some pointless smut. I'm glad it touched you . . and you'll have to wait
and see what happens and who or what she chooses. :)

Arsinoe- Yes, I have thought of something quite like that. Hermione is going to realize that she has some power in her
situation and is going to use it against them. They have unknowingly provided them with a very powerful weapon.

Nell- Thank you! And, yes, she's taken the hint . . .a bit. And she's starting to find out more about her captor's weak points.
Look for a Draco POV soon! I appreciate the time you take with your reviews. They give me a happy!

Sing- I'm glad you like Lucius. Truthfully, he's a lot of fun to write. I have a good time while taking his thoughts for a
spin.

Em- You're welcome and thanks for reading. I"m glad you like Lucius!

Severella- No fuss, no muss? LOL Does that make this the fast food of fanfic? :) No problem on the garbled. . .I get that
way too. :) But. . .there's going to be a subtle power shift. There seems to a be competition between the Lucius fans. This
time its Hermione's POV but you will get Sevvy soon. And I get a kick out of writing him. He has so many layers. Thank
you for taking the time to read and review. I look forward to reading them!

FierySlut- Glad you are liking the fic and yes things are going to get shaken up quite a bit. I promise that Hermione doesn't
die!

KarenaElizabeth- Thanks! And, yes, I have considered that possibility. But I'm staying mum on the subject. Thank you for
taking the time to read and review! I enjoy reading them.

Lillyanna-Awww. . .I'm blushing. But thank you for continuing to read and review! I appreciate it.

Jill- Exactly! That's what I was aiming for. Can you imagine turning to your jailer for protection! But then the devil. . .or
Lucius you know is better than the one you don't'. . .:)

Deedee- Expect a Draco POV soon! I think he's going to weigh in on the situation.

Nocturnali- LOL.. .a Lucius fan, eh? Well, maybe both Hermione and Lucius can win. . .hmmmm.....

Ponine-LOL Well, I can hardly imagine Snape keeping naked students in his apartments. . .but if he did. . .this is how
he'd act. LOL And I'm glad you are enjoying the byplay between Lucius and Severus!

Noli- Excepts the treats. Ha ha ha! Another one taken to the dark side of the force. . .whooops, wrong fandom. LOL.
But I'm glad you are enjoying it. It's a lot of fun to write in a weird and twisted way. :)

Excalibur- Thanks!

BLV- I'm glad that I"m taking you on a journey. I try to be subtle but lay the foundation. Thanks!

Mollcat- I'm glad you enjoy the fic and like the plot mixed with the naughty bits. I wanted to a do a character study on
the dark side of the JKR world so. . .

Bitc-of-da-world- You okay?

J.S.Summer- Thank you for taking the time to read and review. I look forward to reading them. And, yes, power to the
people! At least, Hermione. I had to get Hermione to a place where she would challenge him. I don't think he would do
anything to her unless pushed. :) Was he mean enough? LOL

WhiteRaven- Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You're a dream reviewer. All writers write for the fun of it but also
to improve their technique. You are the rare reviewer who gives insight into the strong and weak points of the fic. I
appreciate it. :) I relish your comments and unashamedly look forward to reading them. I'm glad you enjoyed Lucius and
the knife as well as his little commentary. I was hoping for creepy but kind of sexy too. If you've ever seen Dogma and
the scene with Ben Affleck and the knife you'll know what I mean. I love taking him for a spin and letting him just be as
haughty and imperious as I can. Severus and the four languages. . .I'm looking to inject some humor in so I couldn't
resist that! And I'm happy that you like Hermione's passive aggression which is difficult to write. Hermione is about
ready to stage her little coup so look for Manipulative!Hermione. Thank you so much!

Geekgirl- I'm sorry I disturbed you but I"m glad you are still reading. And yes, this is more about obsession than love.
Thank you for reading.

litine-Thanks!

Alexial- Yes, I'm going to slowly put that into the chapters. Its not my main focus but I might need to do it in order to get
some points across. :) Thanks!

Mashnut-LOL! Yes, we're going to get a Draco POV. Mostly because he can give us a perspective outside of the
triangle. And he's probably going to get to play with her a bit. :)

Hannah- Yes, look for a Draco POV. I'm nervous though. I might now have his voice down yet. :) Thanks for the hug
and chocolates! I'm glad you liked the house elf analogy. I just had to bring that up!

Shady's baby- Thanks! Look fore more Draco. And I"m glad you like the fic.