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. . .

Author's Warning: This particular chapter contains violence and very non-consensual sex.


~*Draco*~


My father's pet is due to arrive any minute. I've come to recognize the signs. He's pacing by the fireplace, pausing every
so often to check his clock. He keeps adjusting his cravat and tracing the seam in his trousers. He reminds me of a
nervous first-year before a school dance. I'm sitting at his desk, seemingly engrossed in one of his magical texts, but I'm
really studying him. What is it about Granger that fascinates him so? Even I have to admit that she's pretty but she's no
great beauty and certainly not worth this nearly obsessive attention. I've never seen him behave this way, and all over a
whore

"Draco, I have a meeting tonight." Father says, glancing at me as though he just noticed me. "My room is out of bounds.
I'm-"

I don't give him a chance to formulate an excuse. "Of course, Father. I wouldn't dream of touching your little slave." This
is an outright lie but I don't even flinch as I tell it. I've grown accustomed to lying, cheating, stealing. . .killing. One little
lie won't make much of a difference. I know she'll be left unattended tonight and I fully intend to take advantage of the
situation.

Father's eyes widen and then he seems to droop a little. But he doesn't defend himself or his actions; he just nods. "Why
don't you take off now? See those friends of yours?" he mutters with a distracted air. "You could do with some
recreation."

I bet if I asked him for even one of my friends' names he couldn't come up with one. Not that I care. But I find it amusing
that he still feels the need to parent me. "Yes, sir." I get up from my seat and quit the room with a small smile playing
about my lips. I fully intend to play tonight.

It's absurdly easy to break my father's password charm on his room. I've been doing it since I was a small boy so I've had
loads of practice. Only, when I was a child, I snuck in to steal some galleons from his dresser drawer or to read the
lascivious novels my mother kept on the night stand. But tonight, I'm after something far more valuable. When the door
swings open, I'm greeted by the sight of Hermione Granger bound and gagged on my father's bed. She moves her head to
the side and her eyes widen in fas Ias I approach. . .it is a potent aphrodisiac.

I never imagined she was hiding a body like this beneath her robes. Her limbs are smooth and supple. Her breasts are
seated high on her chest, both of them are crowned by pink-tipped peaks. Her stomach is concave, a side-effect of the
near- starvation suffered by slaves - those who are physically weak can be controlled much easier. I've learned that
first-hand. Her hips gently flare out from her body and between her thighs is a downy thatch of chestnut hair. She's pink
and swollen there. .my father probably left her to stew in her own juices, so to speak. I return my gaze to those expressive
eyes and I can see the dawning of understanding in them. She always was a smart girl.

"Well, well, Granger, if I'd known you looked like this I might have put up with your loud mouth long enough to shag
you." I sit down beside her, placing my hand on the creamy expanse of skin that is her stomach. She flinches
automatically as I rub my thumb over her trembling belly. "You and I are going to come to some sort of arrangement. I'm
going to do what I please with you and you're going to keep quiet about it. Know why?"

She shakes her head.

"Because I'll kill you if you don't. Do you understand me, Mudblood?"

She nodded, her eyes watching my every move.

"He'd put me on guard duty if he found out I'd disobeyed him but he'd do even worse to you." I slide my hand from her
stomach to her trembling breasts. "Father never was one to share. Oh, sure, he's tolerating Severus but just barely." I
pinch her nipple and she rears beneath me. "Remember, Mudblood, my father might love fucking you but I'm still his son
and his heir. . .you're just his whore."

Granger tears up at that.

I love it. . .the fear in her eyes. . .the pain she's trying desperately to hide. The pain is what I love must of all. "Let's test
your knowledge of the dark arts, shall we?" I finally release her tortured nipple which now bears a red mark and pull my
wand from my robes. I let her see it before I take aim. "Crucio!"

An hour later, her skin is sheened with sweat and she's pulling at her bonds, trying to break free. Her eyes are terror-filled
and almost inhuman. She has the wild look of a hunted animal. I've used almost every curse in my considerable arsenal
on her and she's withstood them all. I've been hard since the first one but I haven't taken her yet. . .that is the piece de
resistance. She needed to be cleansed of her contempt first. Made to pay for her schoolgirl transgressions. Her agony is
exquisite. She was born to bleed for me. When father tires of her, I'll ask him for her as a gift. And. . .when the time
comes - I'll be the one to kill her. I feel as if I've been practicing Avada all of these years just for her.

"Do you realize what an honor I'm bestowing on you, little Mudblood?" I ask as I finally slide my robes slowly off. "I've
never contaminated myself with one of your kind." I pull two stoppered bottles from my pocket and place them on the
night stand before I drop my trousers. One is to cleanse her body and the other is to heal the welts and bruises I've left on
her skin. Can't have Father ruining my fine, now can I?

She's been whimpering for quite a while but the gag has kept her from screaming. I want to hear them as I enter her. I
want her to scream herself hoarse as she begs me to stop. I pull of the gag and she takes in a shuddering breath. "Scream
for me!" I command.

Her eyes fill with more beautiful tears but she merely seams her lips shut and turns her head to the side as if to ignore me.
"Oh, no you don't!" I say as I grab her jaw and force her to look at me. "You won't cheat me out of my victory."

She shakes her head as though coming back to herself. "Victory?" she spits out. Its' the first thing she's said to me since I
saw her at my father's feet. "You consider *this* a victory?" Shenchenches her jaw and lays her head back on the pillow,
glaring at me - daring me to rape her.

I'd thought that she was broken by her enslavement - that the weeks of torture and rutting had dashed her spirit. But she's
just been hiding herself. She hasn't been lost. Quite the contrary, she has gone further in - retreated to the relative safety
of her own mind. No wonder my father is haunted by her. I

I don't even bother to fully undress, I just leap on her. She struggles beneath me but her mobility is hampered by her
bonds. I slide my hands between her thighs and force them completely open. Then, I surge into her and she lets out a
startled cry. Granger's still damp from my father's teasing earlier but the tissues inside are tearing slightly at my
onslaught. The blood eases my entry and her pretty face contorts in exquisite agony for a moment before she gains
control once more. I place my hands on either side of her head and stare down into her mutinous eyes as I f*ck her.
Granger doesn't even blink. I'm willing to bet if she knew how to do the killing curse she would have used it on me. She's
a work of art- a portrait of pain and hatred that I desperately want for my own. I must have her. . . I am having her. And
its bliss.

~*Lucius*~


I Apparated back to my bedroom, expecting to find my little pet awaiting me only to find my son moving between her
unwilling thighs. So many images and sounds are assaulting me that I cannot even separate them - his grunts as he labors
over her, her battered body, the look of relief in her eyes as she sees me, and his cocky look of surprise. With a roar, I
launch myself at him - knocking him off of her and to the floor.

And then my fist connects with his face - a younger version of my own. I've never known a rage like this before. His head
snaps back as I hit him again and again and again. Everything in me is screaming that she is *mine*. . .but so is he. My
son. . .dear god. . .my own son. I stop immediately. Draco is making no movement or noise beneath me. He's looking at
me with a pained and bewildered expression.

"Oh, Draco," I croak. "Son, are you alright? Do you-"

Draco struggles out from under me, censure in his gaze.

I have never struck him before. Malfoys have never required that crude Muggle form of discipline. No, I reward with
material gifts and punish with icy disdain. "Draco," I whisper. "I shouldn't have-"

"No, you shouldn't," he agrees, disgust in his voice. One of his eyes is blackened and he has a dark bruise on his left
cheek. He starts to put his clothing to rights and I turn away. "Never thought I'd see the day when you'd choose a
Mudblood whore over your own son."

I cannot defend my own actions or excuse them. What I've done is an unforgivable transgression. I've allowed myself to
feel something for a slave. I spy the bottles of potion by the bed and collect them quickly. "Let me heal you."

"Don't bother," Draco tosses over his shoulder as he walks to the door. "You'll need them for your slave." He doesn't look
back.

I turn to see her looking at me curiously. I stalk towards her, my anger rising with every step. She is the cause of this
humiliation. "You mean nothing to me." My little pet inches away from me but the bonds hold her tight. "Do you hear
me? Nothing." My hands fasten around her throat of their own will. "You *are* nothing." I tighten my hands, squeezing
her.

Her eyes are full of tears. "Please, no-"

But I squeeze harder, cutting off her words. I don't want to hear anymore. I don't want to feel anymore. I want nothing
from her.

She is coughing now, thrashing in the bed but I continue to squeeze the life out of her. "I feel nothing for you!" I scream.
She's pleading with her eyes but I don't relent.

Her movements are slowing down now, her eyes are struggling to remain open. Her arms fall to her side and she's unable
to get breath in. Finally, her eyes roll back in her head and she passes out.

I release her and she falls back to bed, nearly lifeless. A forgotten doll - waiting for her owner to reanimate her. "Nothing
at all."

A/N: Don't worry! Hermione's still alive but she's hurt badly. . .enter Severus.


Thanks!:


Jade: Correct!

MalfoyLover- Thank you so much. It is hard to find an audience for dark fic. :) And, yes, of course I am continuing it.
Just slower than before!

Lip- Thanks! Here you go! I appreciate the reviews.

Arsinoe- What a wonderful idea! I'm seriously considering it. You've put a lot of thought into it! And, yes, Lucius and
Severus can't openly fight about her. It would be too humiliating. :)

Laurel Argenteus- Thank you so much for the kind review. I, too, associate R and NC-17 with low-quality authors.
Maybe because so much of it is pointless smut. Although, I do enjoy smut at times. :) I'm glad you like the story. . .its
some smut and angst. :) And, yes, it's a guilty pleasure of mine too.

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Nolaeil- Yes, she is and woah is Draco a bad guy.

Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin- Never heard of one those (nic). Very interesting. In college, I used to call a guy sheep licker. .
for. . .ugh reasons. :) Thanks for reading!

HannahFreya- Nummy chocolate! Thank you. And I'm glad you still like it. See. . .it didn't take *that* long, right?

Karena Elizabeth- LOL. Never fear, I will update! I have four more parts planned. Thank you for taking the time to
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Sing- You were right! Lucius had a very extreme reaction to his own emotions. And yes, she's having feelings for them
against her will. I've never been in that situation either (thank the gods!). Thank you so much for your kind praise. I'm
really trying to do more than smut. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy well written smut but I wanted some angst too. I'm glad
you are enjoying the fic and I hoped you like Draco's twisted little POV. He's the baddest bad guy in the fic. And name
one of the kittens you had after Malfoy. LOL. :) You decide which one.

Lady Feylene- I'm glad the fic has piqued your interest. Although, the plot belongs to another author. . .I'm merely
playing in her idea sandbox. :) I really like Severus too. . .he's the most interesting character in the Potterverse if you ask
me. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing.

Fiery Slut- Lucius is just the darndest thing, huh? I find him both repulsive and attractive. He's a difficult one to figure
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