In the Dragons Lair

A few weeks after that night with Draco, Hermione awoken. She was in an area unfamiliar to her. It was dark, except for four blood red candles floating above her. She was lying on hat appeared to be a slab of marble, covered by nothing except a white silk sheet.

Sitting up, Hermione found that even though she wasn’t tied down, she couldn’t leave the table.

“Mmm…”she heard, “The Mudblood’s up at last.” She turned toward the voice, though she couldn’t see to whom it belonged. She heard footsteps coming toward her. “Thinks she’s ready fun a bit of fun,” spoke a deep, heavily accented drawl, different from the first speaker.

A high-pitched cackle was heard on the other side of her. Turning, she saw a feminine hand reach toward her. Hermione tried, but couldn’t avoid the hand as it began to slowly caress her thigh, before snatching the sheet of her body.

“Such perfect alabaster skin, beautiful, isn’t it?” the first voice asked; one could hear the sneer in his voice. The second person grunted, whilst the third replied, “Oh, yes it is… Perfect. I can’t wait to begin my carving.”

A glint of silver was the only warning she received. She was cut along her side, from her ribs to her ankle. Her hands were feet were grabbed, stretching her flat on her back. The pain was unbearable, her screams echoing throughout the room along with the laughter of her captors.

Hermione turned her head back and forth, shaking, trying to throw her body away from these people. She felt a heavy weight on top of her, as the third death eater straddled her hips. The cut burned as the wound closed, healing not even a second after she had been cut open.

“Beautiful work, Bella. The potion’s working just as it should.” Hermione heard it, but could tell who it was that said it. The only thing that reached her was the feeling of the knife flowing across her belly. She cried silently, knowing that the knife could easily slice it open and the Death eaters could do Gods know what to her child.

She no longer had the ability to scream.

She couldn’t fight anymore.

The pain was too much for her.

Then it stopped. There was laughter and she opened her eyes, trying to recall when she closed them in the first place. The look on the face above her was one of maniacal glee. The woman was pulsating on top of Hermione, one hand tracing the scars on her body; the other was between her own legs.

Once she had finished, Bellatrix leaned forward over Hermione. Bella’s hand came out of her legs, caressing Hermione’s face. A whisper was heard, ”Beautiful.” Then laughter.

Before she knew it, Hermione was turned onto her stomach, forced onto her hands and knees, Bella still straddling her. Her hair was grabbed, yanking her head back, her eyes locking directly with those of Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius smirked, his robes parting while she watched him. From the sounds of it, Hermione could tell that the man behind her was undressing as well. Lucius climbed in front of her, his cock erect right between her eyes. “Rudolphus, Bellatrix, are you ready?’ Hermione could feel the man’s penis pushing slightly against her vagina. She could also feel Bella’s tight grip and the wand placed on the back of her neck.

She could feel the spell before it was spoken, before both men thrust themselves into her unwilling body, the minute she could tell or hope, that this was the end

”Crucio”

’Draco, now I wish I could be with you,’ she thought silently. ‘Anything’s better than this.