Repercussions

Hermione froze when she heard the low drawling voice coming from the darkness. He
had arrived so suddenly and silently she was petrified he had been there before he made
his presence known, and she was too scared to face Lord Voldemort to look. Instead, she
chanced a quick glance at Malfoy, and was shocked to see only pure hate glaring through
his now narrowed eyes.

"Ahh Draco, I see you have been admiring my latest addition. How... Disturbing."

"No...Father, I was just trying to figure out where the horrible stench was coming from. I
see you've captured the Mudblood.... mystery solved."

His cruel words stung, and she blinked hard to stop even more tears from spilling over.
Why did she suddenly care that he called her a Mudblood? She had heard it from him
since their second year at Hogwarts, and now all of a sudden she was more hurt by it than
all the previous times put together.

'Wait! Backtrack for a second to before I decided to be a sensitive little girl. Oh my
GOD! Did he just say 'father?' Why would his father allow him to be locked up and
treated lower than dirt? Besides that... how was his father even here!?' She shook her
head as a million questions flooded her mind at once. The last she heard, he was still
locked away in Azkaban, she would have known if there was a breakout. But, as she
looked into the corner at last, there was no mistaking the long blonde locks and cold grey
eyes of Lucius Malfoy.

"Not to worry, Ms. Granger will not intrude upon your happy home for much longer. I'm
actually here to deliver her to the Dark Lord's private quarters. I believe thanks are in
order as well, as I am about to send the mudblood away to get what she deserves after
beating you in every subject, punching you in the face, and of course, polluting the air
with her dirty blood."

"Yes Father, thank you. You are too charitable." Draco tried to hide the hate and sarcasm
in his voice, but should have known better than to think he could deceive the cunning
man before him.

"Why Draco, do I sense a pang of trepidation? Do you not wish the Dark Lord to execute
the plan and take over the wizarding world? Tsk tsk, that certainly won't do, but I think I
know something that will modify your attitude.... CRUCIO!"

Hermione watched in horror as Malfoy fell to the floor, writhing in agony. 'How dare he
just curse a defenseless being, his own SON nevertheless, for no reason!?'

"STOP IT! Stop it you sick fuck just stop!" She knew it was stupid to scream at him, but
she couldn't just sit back and watch Malfoy get tortured, and her voice was the only
weapon she possessed at the moment.

Surprisingly enough, he lifted his wand to end the curse, leaving Draco coughing and
sputtering on the ground. Lucius seemed satisfied that he had caused enough pain, but his
son was almost numb to it by now and had bigger concerns. He couldn't understand why
Granger of all people would stand up for him, knowing it would most likely end up worse
for her. First she asked him to fuck her and now this. He was definitely seeing a different
side of Granger tonight...

"I wouldn't be feeling too much pity for that piece of filth who unfortunately shares half
my genes. I guarantee you'll be worse off than him shortly and he will just laugh in your
face, thinking about what a shame it is that he couldn't have done the honors."

Both Hermione and Draco inwardly smirked at this, pleased that it seemed as if they had
succeeded in outsmarting the evil wizards around them.

"Now Draco, if you'll excuse us, Ms. Granger is due for an appointment. Maybe your
cell will get a chance to air out in her absence." With that he shot one last contemptuous
look at his son who was still panting heavily on the floor and tapped the stone table with
his wand.

She felt a pull from behind her navel. Her eyes closed tight, dreading what was to come.
When she opened them she almost thought nothing had happened. She was still strapped
to the same cold stone table, in a dark cell.

"Malfoy?" she whispered into the darkness. Instead of the drawl she was hoping for, a
cool hiss answered her call.

"Don't be silly Ms. Granger, I thought you were a smart little witch. Now shut up while I
break you. Try not to enjoy it too much, I don't want it getting out what a humanitarian
I've become. Giving muggle-borns the chance to carry the future greatest sorcerer of the
wizarding world inside of them. I should get a reward for doing such a noble deed." His
icy tone froze her insides as one long emaciated finger moved the hair from her face,
feeding off seeing the fear in her eyes.

"Don't you dare touch me you repulsive son of a bitch!" She was outside herself with
fear and anger, and the voice yelling at the evil man in front of her seemed to be coming
from far away.

He stared at her for a moment, sizing her up, then slapped her hard across the face. Her
vision blurred and she almost hoped she would be knocked unconscious and not have to
live through what was to come.

"I thought I told you to shut up, you dirty little whore. No one disobeys the Dark Lord
without consequences. The sooner you learn your place mudblood, the easier this will
be."

Her cheek stung and burned as she tried to hold back the tears, not wanting to give him
the satisfaction of knowing how bad he hurt her. She stared blankly at the wall, willing
herself to forget where she was and ignore what was going on. She heard a muttered spell
and noticed the cool air hitting her most intimate place.

"You're actually wet for me, you really are a filthy mudblood whore. I bet Potter enjoys
that."

She ignored his comment, knowing the only reason she was wet was from Malfoy, she
was just relieved he wasn't suspecting anything. Her eyes squeezed shut tighter, trying
not to picture Harry's face when she would tell him how she was either having Lord
Voldemort's baby, or Draco Malfoy's. She couldn't decide which way he would prefer.
'He would prefer it if you weren't pregnant at all you dolt!' How could she explain to
him that she actually chose to have sex with Malfoy? At least with Voldemort she didn't
have a choice...

Hermione was snapped out of her trance by cold hands gripping her around her collar.
She could feel a long nail digging into her soft flesh. The grip tightened as he jammed
into her roughly, making her small body shake as she involuntarily cried out in pain.

"Screams of ecstasy already, that just won't do. We don't want you getting ahead of me
now, do we?

She shook her head rapidly, knowing it would be worse if she didn't reply, but still
keeping her eyes shut tight. His hard thrusts stabbed at her soul. Where Draco had
lusciously filled her moments before, the Dark Lord now felt like a knife, piercing her
from deep inside. His pace increased. Surely she would soon bleed to death from the now
deep wound he was carving within her.

In a rush of hot wet seed, it was over. Her eyes remained sealed, as she felt what was
certainly all of her blood oozing out of her. She could not believe she was still alive, or
that she wasn't deflated from the loss.

"Most unfortunate I can't stay to cuddle, but you know how it is, taking over the world
and all. I'll send you back to your dearest Draco to contaminate his space while
arrangements are made to send you back. You're just lucky you weren't a very good fuck
or I may have decided to keep you here. Don't worry though, our paths will cross again
soon enough." Her bottoms reappeared on her body with a simple wave of his wand, he
tapped the table and she felt the familiar tug behind her navel.

***

Draco was so relieved when she reappeared that he jumped up as fast as his state would
allow, to stand beside her. He could see a bruise forming on her cheek, and nail
indentations on her neck.

After she had left he had spent the most miserable time in his cell that he could
remember. Knowing what was happening to her and that he was helpless to stop it drove
him completely insane as he impatiently awaited her return. He had never cared like that
about anyone other than himself and his mother, and couldn't believe he was doing so
now, to her of all people! The mudblood know-it-all, his former worst enemy second only
to scarhead. The thought made him worry that he was going crazy from being locked
away for so long. Then he remembered the time he spent inside of her, and how she stood
up to his father, something he couldn't even do. Now he almost couldn't bear to look at
her in this broken condition.

"So much blood..." she muttered to herself, waiting for the end of her life to come. A
warm hand pressed against her tear-stained cheek and held her face still. She was too
afraid of looking back into the red soulless eyes of Lord Voldemort so she kept her
eyelids closed tight.

"There's no blood... just open your eyes you're fine now."

"Stop... please..."

"I'm not going to hurt you Granger, just open your eyes!" He was losing his patience
with her, but he didn't know how else to react. He had never been nurtured in his life and
therefore had no idea how to comfort her. He just continued to rub her cheek, while
resisting the urge to scream at her or slap her out of the defeated state she was in. He was
never one for resisting urges...

"GRANGER! DAMMIT JUST LOOK AT ME!" He shook her shoulders as he yelled
into her pretty face, not caring if he attracted attention to himself, only that she were okay.
Well, as okay as one could be after being raped by the Dark Lord.

She finally snapped out of her daze, welcoming the cool drawl of Draco Malfoy for the
first time in her life. Their eyes met and she was amazed to see such concern, for her!
This couldn't possibly be the same Draco Malfoy she used to hate with a passion.

"How... how are you feeling?" he asked her in a low hushed voice, like one used at a
funeral.

"I think I have a cut, is there much blood?"

He couldn't see any blood whatsoever, and was completely dumbfounded by her
question. His face must have expressed his confusion, because she answered his unasked
question.

"Down... down there... I can feel the blood, he... he stabbed me."

He looked but saw nothing. Her bathing suite was yellow and blood would be easily
visible, but there was nothing.

"There's nothing there. He needs you, I don't think he would have stabbed you. I mean I
wouldn't put it past him but I really don't see anything."

She burst into tears at this, completely bewildering him all over again.

"He... He really did it then... he... he...." Her voice faded out as she was overcome with
sorrow. It finally made sense to him, she actually hoped that he had stabbed her and left
her to die rather than what he had done. He bent down and kissed her forehead, and held
her face, letting her cry out some of the pain inside her. When her loud sobs were
replaced by soft hiccoughing, he chanced to speak again.

"You're getting sent back soon I'm sure. They can't risk it getting out that you've gone
missing, they'll want to return you as soon as possible." That thought made her feel a
little better, but she was more comforted just by the fact that he was trying. She also felt
slightly guilty for leaving him here with his father and who knows whom else.

"What's your father doing here, I thought he was still locked up in Azkaban?"

"He..." Draco nervously trailed off, he didn't quite know how to answer that. His silence
told her that she might have gone too far. She immediately tried to change the subject,
wanting to keep the peace between them.

"School starts soon, so you'll be getting out of here as well, right? I'm sure if you tell the
Headmistress she can help you. You won't have to come back here ever again. You must
be really strong to stay sane in a place like this, it gives me the chills just being here for
this short amount of time."

"Yes well... you get used to it. I can't tell anyone though, and neither can you. I'll be
killed for sure, as well as my mother. She is only safe as long as I comply. It is
punishment for my failure."

"If I tell he can't possibly blame you, and it's not like you can stop me," she said with
finality.

'There she goes again, back to her knowiit-all self. Always thinking that she alone knows
what is best for the world, even when she knows only a fraction of the situation.' He was
about to make his feelings known to her when he heard two sets of footsteps approaching.
He swiftly and silently returned to his spot on the floor, leaning against the wall with his
head resting on his knees.

"Don't forget to heal her before you do it, you can't leave any evidence whatsoever. Do
not stay to add your personal touch, you mustn't be seen."

"Yes my Lord, I won't be long."

Draco couldn't believe his ears. The most evil wizard on the planet was ordering
someone to be healed? Something was definitely off...

Hermione didn't hear the two Death Eaters' conversation. She was back to her trance as
soon as she heard them approaching. A strong hand gripped her shoulder and the metal
bars were released. At the same second she was apparated away with the blonde man still
beside her.

As they entered her living room he pushed her back against a chair, pointing his wand
straight at her chest. She couldn't believe she had made it through all that, just to be
killed at the hands of her first lover's father. She was therefore completely bewildered
when instead of the killing or torture curse, he muttered a healing spell. She felt her skin
burn and tingle as her bruised and raw skin was healed. She also felt it between her legs
after he said a second spell.

"Congratulations, you get to be a virgin again... Dark magic most girls would kill for.
And you, filthy mudblood, get it at the low price of carrying a child for the Dark Lord for
nine months. Lucky you. Not that you'll get to brag about it...."

This was it, she watched in terror and gripped the chair arms tightly as the cruel man
before her raised his wand to shout out one last curse....

"OBLIVIATE!"





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Well that should make things interesting when they get back to school. Sorry about the
darkness to the chapter, but now that it's out of the way I can start to write the fun stuff.
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