Trussed

Hermione thought she'd been prepared.

But nothing could have prepared her for the eyes of Voldemort himself. He stared down at her with hatred and disgust, but glee at the fact that one of the most famous thorns in his side was standing before him, unarmed and bound.

“Now where did you come from, little mudblood?” His voice was almost inhuman in its snakelike quality and she cringed.

She didn't think he actually wanted an answer. So she kept her mouth shut, trying to keep a solid brace glare.

He chuckled.

“All wrapped up in a pretty box for the tiniest Malfoy, hmm?” He sneered. “Thinking if you spread your filthy legs you might survive this war?”

She couldn't contain the look of horror on her face at his insinuation.

“I hear you've been missing for quite some time.” He started to stalk around her, like a predator circling its prey. “That you don't even remember who took you.”

He paused, and she tried not to shake.

“Crucio!” He suddenly yelled and Hermione fell to her knees, screaming. She flopped to the side as he hit her again and wished for death. As every nerve ending in her body exploded in pain she prayed for it.

Then it stopped as suddenly as it had come and she wept into the floor, feeling pathetic and hopeless.

Voldemort toed her bound hands with his boot and laughed cruelly.

“I think I'd like to draw this out, little mudblood.” He motioned for Draco to pick her up and he obeyed, supporting her shaking form in front of him. Behind his mask of stoicism the blond was thrashing, not wanting to be a part of this.

It had been hard enough knowing he had to watch. But holding her now… he almost couldn't bear it. He vaguely wondered how many times he could torture innocent people before going completely insane.

“I'd like a cache of memories of your pain to send to your darling Harry Potter.” At the mention of his name, Hermione’s head snapped up. “Do you think he'd like that?”

“He's alive.” She whispered, and tears of relief streamed down her face. “He's alive.” Draco willed her to shut up.

Voldemort simply laughed. “And that's good news to you? That he's just prolonging the suffering until I inevitably kill him? Stupid girl.”

He took a seat on the chair that was quite obviously set up to be his throne in the Manor.

“Draco, why don't we show Mister Potter what a whore his golden mudblood really is?” Voldemort motioned to the blonde, who smirked at his master, a practiced move that conveyed mutual evil.

At the feeling of Hermione stiffening in his arms, Draco screamed in anguish behind his occlumency shields.

He snaked an arm around her chest and grasped one of her breasts, holding her against him. Realization crashed over her and she started to struggle, but her small frame was no match for his strength.

His other hand slipped up her dress and she shrieked, words coming out that weren't recognizable, and she looked around the room for somebody, anybody to save her.

How could Malfoy do this? They'd been enemies in school but he'd been an ally to the Order for years. He was supposed to be redeemed. And now he was going to rape her.

In front of Voldemort. In front of so many Death Eaters. Their faces alight with interested, sadistic smiles, some with hungry eyes.

“Draco, Draco, please…” She gasped as his deft fingers slipped under her panties and found her clit.

“You dare use my name, mudblood?” He snapped harshly, and her heart sank, hearing the tone of the boy who'd been raised a Death Eater. Raised into a life of prejudice and hate.

“Please…” She bawled, but his fingers were talented and she was horrified to find herself growing wet at his ministrations.

“That's it, little whore.” Voldemort purred. “Let your precious Potter see where your allegiance truly lies.”

“Merlin, stop, please!” Hermione’s eyes found Snape and for just a second, she thought she saw sympathy, but then it was gone. Gone behind a mask of indifference and boredom and she was alone.

Draco Malfoy was assaulting her and she was all alone in a pit of snakes.

She felt heat rising up in her belly and moaned in desperate horror as she fought her body, but it was no use, and she screamed in anguish as an orgasm racked her.

Draco drew it out expertly and then caught her when she fell limp in his arms, smirking up at the Dark Lord at his ‘triumph’.

Voldemort clapped, standing up. “Well done, Draco.”

A chill ran up the blonde’s spine at his name on the evil wizard’s lips, something that hadn't happened in a long time. “Thank you, my Lord.” He avoided his father’s eyes, which were positively beaming. Lucius Malfoy had been trying to claw his way up the ranks once again, and his son might be the catalyst he'd been hoping for.

“Look at the beaten little lion in your arms.” He continued, and she closed her eyes, willing herself to be far away from the humiliation. From the aftershocks of the crucio bestowed on her.

“The rivalry at its head.” Snape muttered, and Voldemort cocked his head.

“What was that, Severus?”

“Fitting, my Lord, that Harry Potter’s school rival be the one to defile his most precious witch.” Snape sneered, and the Dark Lord trilled a laugh.

“Rivals, you say?” He strode down to the pair and stared down at Hermione, as if examining her. “Then this will hurt him all the more. Why don't you keep her tonight, Draco, and add some memories to my… care package?”

Draco smiled up at the snakelike man, forcing his eyes to alight with mischief. “Delighted, my Lord.” Hermione shook with rage, wishing her hands weren't bound so she could claw his eyes out.

“I would be honored to assist in this project, my Lord.” Lucius spoke up, and she let out a whimper at the hopelessness of her situation.

“And I.” Fenrir Greyback stepped forward, licking his chops.

Voldemort chuckled as more of his minions stepped forward.

“All will get their turn.” He waved his hand, and Hermione clenched her jaw, trying not to openly sob. “If Potter rises to my bait, we’ll need more fuel for the fire.”

“Where will you send it, my Lord? I haven't had contact in months.” Snape spoke up.

Voldemort smiled mischievously at him. “As invaluable as you are, Severus, did you honestly think I don't have someone actually inside the Order?”