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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
8,307
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Remember
Title: Remember
Set: Grey
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR
Summary: #16 – Remember. ‘Sometimes it almost breaks my heart. Sometimes I swear I hear it laugh at me. Sometimes it feels like I could die, and then it leaves my dreams again.’ ‘Deadliner’ by Gary Numan
Word Count: 858 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘The Robber Bridegroom,’ and the original tale can be read here: http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/grimm040.html
#16 – Remember
His rough hands hurt her, and Hermione was more afraid of what would happen to her once her Master found out.
“Remember!” he ground out between barred teeth, pinning her to the corridor wall next to a sleeping portrait. “Fight him!”
His breath was hot on her face, and she could smell the dinner wine. He was not drunk, but he was angry.
“This is not vhere you are supposed to be!” he hissed.
She had lost count of how many years it had been since she had last seen Viktor Krum. Part of her, beyond the pain of his crushing hands on her shoulders, rejoiced that he was not like the others—the Dark Lord’s lap dog.
Hermione kept her face turned away, staring poignantly at the rug.
“Did they brainvash you as vell?”
She said nothing.
“Malfoy vill kill you, Her-my-nee. It is vell known vot he does to vomen!”
His hands pulled away, but she did not move. Even as he caressed her cheek and pressed his lips into the side of her neck, she did not move.
“Ve thought you vere dead years ago…” he whispered.
Hermione hid her relief. ‘We,’ he had said.
“Remember, Her-my-nee, ve are still fighting.”
The sound of clearing throat forced Hermione to slam her eyes shut and propel Viktor away from her as if stung by her body.
“It is quite late, Mr. Krum. Aniel is waiting to attend you in your rooms.”
His voice was as smooth as silk, unperturbed, but Hermione would chance to see his face.
“I bid you a good night,” she heard Viktor say, and then listened to his footfalls fade in the distance.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find her Master towering over her, his eyes hard. She automatically sank down to her knees, the blue taffeta whispering as she moved.
“Enough,” he whispered.
His hand grasped her arm and wrenched her to her feet. As if pulling along a petulant child, her Master dragged her to the first floor and into the master bedroom, throwing her inside. Hermione tripped over her skirts and tumbled gracelessly to the floor at the foot of the bed. When she stopped rolling, she went to her knees again, head bowed.
Her Master, however, was using his wand to cast privacy Charms about the room, on the door and windows. His wand slashed angrily through the air and she waited for it to turn upon her. It never did.
“I knew I would ascertain Krum’s true allegiances by revealing you to him. I did not think he would be so stupid as to corner you!” he growled, stalking past her to the lavatory.
She could see his reflection in the vanity mirror, removing his dinner robes, his boots, and shirtsleeves.
“You did well, girl. I presented you with a temptation to escape me, and you did and said nothing…” he said, catching her eyes in the mirror. Hermione swiveled her eyes to the rug under her wrinkled skirts. “If Krum knew what I had planned, he might be a great ally. Then again, he hates me, he might turn me over to the Dark Lord himself if he knew what I wanted to do…”
Hermione wanted to grin, but knew better.
There was more movement through the open door of the lavatory, but Hermione kept her place.
“Get out of that ridiculous dress, girl, it does not suit you.”
He had left the lavatory in a pair of black silk bottoms, his chest bare. Hermione stood slowly, and began fidgeting with the ties on the back of her bodice. However, cool fingers brushed hers away, and Hermione stiffened as she felt the heat of his body against her back.
“My wife’s old clothes are not suiting to you. It is obvious that you are not used to much more than a basic shift,” he murmured as he began pulling the ties loose and the taffeta skirt fell about her ankles. “Aniel might be too tight to buy new dresses, but Aniel will, if I tell her to…”
Female elf, then, Hermione thought idly as strong fingers jerked at the binding of her corset to loosen it.
“Remember that as long as Krum is my guest, do not to give him the chance to corner you.”
Hermione licked her lips as her bodice fell to the floor.
“If I play my cards right, we might all live through this…” he grunted as he jerked at a stubborn knot and her corset slipped down her body, leaving her nude before him.
Hermione did not move her arms to cover herself, and her Master stepped away to go to his side of the bed. Hermione did the same, pulling the pins from her hair to let it fall over her breasts and scarred back.
As far as she was concerned, Lucius Malfoy could do all he wanted to bring down the Dark Lord. However, she would be damned if he was going to eke by somehow to live to see a new dawn.
She would not forget what her ‘Master’ had allowed to happen to Ron.
Set: Grey
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR
Summary: #16 – Remember. ‘Sometimes it almost breaks my heart. Sometimes I swear I hear it laugh at me. Sometimes it feels like I could die, and then it leaves my dreams again.’ ‘Deadliner’ by Gary Numan
Word Count: 858 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘The Robber Bridegroom,’ and the original tale can be read here: http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/grimm040.html
#16 – Remember
His rough hands hurt her, and Hermione was more afraid of what would happen to her once her Master found out.
“Remember!” he ground out between barred teeth, pinning her to the corridor wall next to a sleeping portrait. “Fight him!”
His breath was hot on her face, and she could smell the dinner wine. He was not drunk, but he was angry.
“This is not vhere you are supposed to be!” he hissed.
She had lost count of how many years it had been since she had last seen Viktor Krum. Part of her, beyond the pain of his crushing hands on her shoulders, rejoiced that he was not like the others—the Dark Lord’s lap dog.
Hermione kept her face turned away, staring poignantly at the rug.
“Did they brainvash you as vell?”
She said nothing.
“Malfoy vill kill you, Her-my-nee. It is vell known vot he does to vomen!”
His hands pulled away, but she did not move. Even as he caressed her cheek and pressed his lips into the side of her neck, she did not move.
“Ve thought you vere dead years ago…” he whispered.
Hermione hid her relief. ‘We,’ he had said.
“Remember, Her-my-nee, ve are still fighting.”
The sound of clearing throat forced Hermione to slam her eyes shut and propel Viktor away from her as if stung by her body.
“It is quite late, Mr. Krum. Aniel is waiting to attend you in your rooms.”
His voice was as smooth as silk, unperturbed, but Hermione would chance to see his face.
“I bid you a good night,” she heard Viktor say, and then listened to his footfalls fade in the distance.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find her Master towering over her, his eyes hard. She automatically sank down to her knees, the blue taffeta whispering as she moved.
“Enough,” he whispered.
His hand grasped her arm and wrenched her to her feet. As if pulling along a petulant child, her Master dragged her to the first floor and into the master bedroom, throwing her inside. Hermione tripped over her skirts and tumbled gracelessly to the floor at the foot of the bed. When she stopped rolling, she went to her knees again, head bowed.
Her Master, however, was using his wand to cast privacy Charms about the room, on the door and windows. His wand slashed angrily through the air and she waited for it to turn upon her. It never did.
“I knew I would ascertain Krum’s true allegiances by revealing you to him. I did not think he would be so stupid as to corner you!” he growled, stalking past her to the lavatory.
She could see his reflection in the vanity mirror, removing his dinner robes, his boots, and shirtsleeves.
“You did well, girl. I presented you with a temptation to escape me, and you did and said nothing…” he said, catching her eyes in the mirror. Hermione swiveled her eyes to the rug under her wrinkled skirts. “If Krum knew what I had planned, he might be a great ally. Then again, he hates me, he might turn me over to the Dark Lord himself if he knew what I wanted to do…”
Hermione wanted to grin, but knew better.
There was more movement through the open door of the lavatory, but Hermione kept her place.
“Get out of that ridiculous dress, girl, it does not suit you.”
He had left the lavatory in a pair of black silk bottoms, his chest bare. Hermione stood slowly, and began fidgeting with the ties on the back of her bodice. However, cool fingers brushed hers away, and Hermione stiffened as she felt the heat of his body against her back.
“My wife’s old clothes are not suiting to you. It is obvious that you are not used to much more than a basic shift,” he murmured as he began pulling the ties loose and the taffeta skirt fell about her ankles. “Aniel might be too tight to buy new dresses, but Aniel will, if I tell her to…”
Female elf, then, Hermione thought idly as strong fingers jerked at the binding of her corset to loosen it.
“Remember that as long as Krum is my guest, do not to give him the chance to corner you.”
Hermione licked her lips as her bodice fell to the floor.
“If I play my cards right, we might all live through this…” he grunted as he jerked at a stubborn knot and her corset slipped down her body, leaving her nude before him.
Hermione did not move her arms to cover herself, and her Master stepped away to go to his side of the bed. Hermione did the same, pulling the pins from her hair to let it fall over her breasts and scarred back.
As far as she was concerned, Lucius Malfoy could do all he wanted to bring down the Dark Lord. However, she would be damned if he was going to eke by somehow to live to see a new dawn.
She would not forget what her ‘Master’ had allowed to happen to Ron.