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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
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31,136
Reviews:
158
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OK! Now this chapter is Dark. it's probably the darkest chapter in the whole story.
but i hope i made it good, why is hermione like this? read on. what happened to her?
read on. So ENJOY. BUT with caution.
And although this may be an important point in the story. i have a lot more things planned.
so it's not even close to over, it's not even at the middle. so read on
thank you so much for your reviews as usual.
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“I was stupid, so stupid. It was plainly before me and I never suspected a thing. They were waiting for me, he and his little follower. They were watching me, and I thought it was just coincidence.”
She stood up and went to stand by the window
“They waited for me all day, waited for me to leave my house, waited for me to go catch a train. I was supposed to stay at the beach for the week, all by myself. And it was dark, I couldn’t see. They grabbed me from behind and hit me on the head, and I woke up and I was there.”
She shuddered, still looking out the window.
“For the first day they watched me, they never touched me, they never talked to me, but they watched me. And I knew it, I was too naïve, I didn’t think anything would happen. I called for them to let me out, I didn’t know where I was. It was so cold, it was summer time, how could it be so cold. So eventually I went to sleep, I didn’t know what else to do, and that’s when it started.”
“It was so hard, it was such a hard blow, right across my stomach, when I woke up I was naked and I was bleeding. I thought they cut my stomach in half, they had this whip, but it wasn’t like any whip, it had…….
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The whip had metal spikes running along it, they liked to keep it on the wall, so she knew it was there, knew how they could hurt her. They thought it was hilarious, she couldn’t even cry, it hurt so much, little spike marks along her stomach. They left her there for the night, on the stone floor.
And the next morning, the moment the sun came up, they came back in. They whacked her around, laughing to themselves.
She could only see the older one, the master. He had a pale face, so pale you could almost see the blood running through his body. He had lank hair, black and dirty, cut in odd places. And his nails, thick and long, cut to resemble jagged shards, and so strong, they never broke. What struck her the most was his teeth. As he smiled, the light reflected off his mouth. Full of razor sharp teeth, not normal teeth, sharp, pointy-like vampire teeth, but so many, not just two, so many. Some even were made of metal. He had pressed one of his teeth to his lips, just a light press, and it automatically bled.
He noticed her fear, he could smell it on her, and his servant started to laugh, they both started to laugh.
“Wouldn’t you like to feel them, have them touch your skin?” he asked, his voice was deep, so deep, yet at the same time it was high pitched. She couldn’t understand it.
He walked over to her, she crowded into the corner, but he beckoned for his servant to grab her, to grab her and hold her up. She fought and kicked, but to no avail.
He bent down towards her, his rank stench filling her nose, filling her body, she felt sick, she wanted to be sick. And slowly, ever so slowly he moved his mouth to her neck, and then he bit. It was the first bite he ever gave her, and he slowly sunk his teeth in. So slowly she could feel it tear her skin, feel it break through her blood vessels.
She screamed, and she screamed so much.
He smiled, wiping the blood of his mouth.
And they left, left her on the floor.
And that’s when she knew, books couldn’t help her, she couldn’t help herself.
That night she lay there crying, they had left her for the day, leaving her a piece of bread to chew on, she didn’t attack it, she refused to become savage.
They came back at 3 am, she knew it was 3 am, because apart from the whip they had left her a clock. Their amusing way of letting her know how long they would keep her.
They came back, he bit her again, she tried to push him, only receiving a whipping on the back. More little wedges cut in her back. She was bruised, she was bleeding, and they laughed and left. Slowly, ever so slowly, they were breaking her, they were breaking her down, taking all of her sanity away.
She cried again, calling for her parents, who had deceased long ago, calling for Harry and Ron, who she knew wouldn’t find her, she called and called for them, knowing all hope was lost.
They came back, 6 pm. The servant tied her arm to a post in the floor. Tied her there so she couldn’t move without yanking out her arm. It was the first night they broke her, broke her body.
He came behind her, his lanky hair shadowing his eyes. She was glad it covered his eyes, because to witness the emotions behind them, would have scared her even more.
He didn’t break her virgin barrier, but he did take her from behind. As he slowly entered her, without any lubrication, dry and chaffed, he whispered in her ear.
“I’m going to take every part of you. When you’re alone at night, when you’re body is alone, you’ll remember my touch, you’ll feel the beatings. And you’ll never do anything, you’ll stay there alone, feeling me, feeling me break you in half.”
She screamed, a silent scream, she thought she had, but it was in her head.
“You’ll always feel it” he whispered again, before thrusting entirely into her.
She didn’t cry though, she was in so much pain, pain beyond belief, pain beyond any she had felt. She struggled, but she couldn’t, she couldn’t do anything, she was paralyzed from fear.
When he was finished with her, he left, the servant staring at her greedily. She never saw his face, she never saw the man behind the mask, she only saw those eyes, those greedy eyes.
6am, they came back, the cold was drifting through the stone walls. Where was she? Where in god’s name was she, there was no light, there was no air, she was surprised she could breathe.
Four days, she had been there for four days, but no one was worried, her grandmother thought she was with her friend, gone for a week. Three more days, three more days until anyone would worry, just three more days.
At 6am, they brought the knife.
He grabbed her and threw her against the wall, threw her so his body was up close. He began to cut into her side, a sun, he cut a sun. He cut a sign of hope, and he used it against her, light became pain. She stared at the servant, still greedy, but standing away, standing away, she couldn’t look the master in his eyes.
“Look into my eyes! LOOK INTO MY EYES” he hissed
“Did you enjoy that little slice?” he said, his voice sounded like daggers in his ears.
Slowly he brought the blade to her lips, tracing them, outlining them, so that her blood looked like lip liner.
Hermione thought he was going to eat them through, his cannibalistic tendencies never ceased to amaze her. She screamed, she tried to nudge him off, tried to move her mouth away. But he kept his teeth firmly lodged on her bits of flesh, his sharp molars making holes.
“Trying to get away, TRYING TO GET AWAY!” He laughed, a cold heartless laugh,
“STUPID WHORE, STUPID WHORE.” he screamed, still laughing, whacking her bottom with the blade of the knife, almost like it was his hand.
She screamed, how she screamed. “STOP STOP STOP STOP” over and over again.
He grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed, taking his knife, taking it to her inner leg, and cutting, cutting down from her knee up, she struggled, she tried to kick him, but she was weak. And the more she struggled, the bigger the cuts got.
“STOP!” she screamed one last time, before the pain enveloped her, it had been four days.
“Now it’s time, NOW IT’S TIME, for you to feel it, feel it when I’m inside” he said, a slow smile began to spread across his face. He watched her, gauged her reactions, her eyes opened wide.
She gasped, she SCREAMED as he entered her, breaking her, breaking through her. He was so big, he was so large, and she could feel it, he was pressing against the cut. And with each thrust the pains continued, she could feel it cut, feel it overcome her body, feel it consume her soul.
He kept it up, kept going for what seemed like hours, until he withdrew and came on her cut, it stung, it stung so fucking badly. And she winced. He whipped her again, this time on her thighs, the little metal studs leaving their mark again.
And then the servant tossed her into the corner, staring greedily again, they both left the room. Leaving a girl, blood seeping from every pore, bloodied and broken.
They didn’t come back all day, except for the bread that was tossed in, they didn’t come at all.
It was the fifth day.
They didn’t come all morning, she started to get worried, worried about what they had planned for her. Her body was shivering in the cold, every shiver sent waves of pain through her cuts.
At 11pm, he came back. Only the master, the servant was no where to be seen.
He bit her lips again, she was sick of it, so sick, this time he would take them off, he would finish her. She knew it, and he knew it. It was her last day, she had served her purpose and now she was done. As he continued to press into her lips, pressing down harder and harder, his nails scraping down her breasts, trailing blood as they want.
It stopped, the biting, the caresses, she looked into his eyes, looked into his eyes for the first time, and they were empty, no emotions, nothing. He fell back, the knife planted in his back went down further. She shriveled into the corner, looking up at the servant.
“Couldn’t let him have you, you’re mine, you’re mine, my toy, my toy” he repeated, he was crazy, crazy. But his voice, his voice was so familiar, she had heard it before. He approached her, leering, he smacked her across the face. She toppled to the floor. She looked up into his greedy eyes, and she looked down at the cannibal, the rapist, the dead man. She looked down at his dead body, the life drawn out of it, and that’s when it happened. She couldn’t die, she couldn’t let him kill her, let this greedy man finish off what the dead man had started. She was weak, she knew it.
The servant kneeled down, attacking her, ripping at her, trying to put his hands everywhere. He lacked control, he pushed her so she lay next to the dead master. And as he prepared to descend on her, to rape her with his animalistic rage, she pulled the knife out of the dead man’s back and started to run. The servant chased her, she ran up flight after flight of stairs, hearing his labored breathing behind her.
She tripped on the stairs, she tripped and she knew she would be done for, so with her last effort, she turned and sliced the servant’s cock off, in one clean swipe.
He screamed in pain, he bent over backwards, and he fell down the stairs. She ran after that, ran out the front door, ran stark naked in the moonlight. She didn’t know if he was dead.
She would defy him, she would defy the dead man. She wouldn’t feel his touches, she wouldn’t be alone. She was no longer innocent, she had lost it long ago, she had lost what it felt like to be young and free. That’s when she decided, that’s when she decided who she would become.
She would always remember as the servant fell, the look in his eyes, she would always remember his arms flailing to the sides, she would always remember the piece of red hair that had escaped his mask.
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The tale finished. She slowly peeled of her shirt, then her shorts. Leaving her naked by the window.
He would have expected her to be crying, screaming, uncontrolled, not standing there with no clothes on.
Draco got up, as he walked closer to her, to comfort her, he held back a scream of shock.
He saw them.
All of them.
All of the scars, all the marks, bite marks, stud marks, scratches, knife cuts.
Trailing down her body, down and down, everywhere, faded but visible.
“They come back when I remember”
______________________________________________
Please tell me what you thought of this chapter.
and if ANYTHING raised your suspicions.
Because I think I dropped a few hints in this chapter.
See if you find them.
Ok. like I said before, don't expect the story to be over
anytime soon. I have a lot planned for Draco and Hermione.
Review.and HAPPY NEW YEARS
reviews always encourage me to write more ;)
(edited 05.22.08)
but i hope i made it good, why is hermione like this? read on. what happened to her?
read on. So ENJOY. BUT with caution.
And although this may be an important point in the story. i have a lot more things planned.
so it's not even close to over, it's not even at the middle. so read on
thank you so much for your reviews as usual.
_______________________________________________
“I was stupid, so stupid. It was plainly before me and I never suspected a thing. They were waiting for me, he and his little follower. They were watching me, and I thought it was just coincidence.”
She stood up and went to stand by the window
“They waited for me all day, waited for me to leave my house, waited for me to go catch a train. I was supposed to stay at the beach for the week, all by myself. And it was dark, I couldn’t see. They grabbed me from behind and hit me on the head, and I woke up and I was there.”
She shuddered, still looking out the window.
“For the first day they watched me, they never touched me, they never talked to me, but they watched me. And I knew it, I was too naïve, I didn’t think anything would happen. I called for them to let me out, I didn’t know where I was. It was so cold, it was summer time, how could it be so cold. So eventually I went to sleep, I didn’t know what else to do, and that’s when it started.”
“It was so hard, it was such a hard blow, right across my stomach, when I woke up I was naked and I was bleeding. I thought they cut my stomach in half, they had this whip, but it wasn’t like any whip, it had…….
_________________________________________
The whip had metal spikes running along it, they liked to keep it on the wall, so she knew it was there, knew how they could hurt her. They thought it was hilarious, she couldn’t even cry, it hurt so much, little spike marks along her stomach. They left her there for the night, on the stone floor.
And the next morning, the moment the sun came up, they came back in. They whacked her around, laughing to themselves.
She could only see the older one, the master. He had a pale face, so pale you could almost see the blood running through his body. He had lank hair, black and dirty, cut in odd places. And his nails, thick and long, cut to resemble jagged shards, and so strong, they never broke. What struck her the most was his teeth. As he smiled, the light reflected off his mouth. Full of razor sharp teeth, not normal teeth, sharp, pointy-like vampire teeth, but so many, not just two, so many. Some even were made of metal. He had pressed one of his teeth to his lips, just a light press, and it automatically bled.
He noticed her fear, he could smell it on her, and his servant started to laugh, they both started to laugh.
“Wouldn’t you like to feel them, have them touch your skin?” he asked, his voice was deep, so deep, yet at the same time it was high pitched. She couldn’t understand it.
He walked over to her, she crowded into the corner, but he beckoned for his servant to grab her, to grab her and hold her up. She fought and kicked, but to no avail.
He bent down towards her, his rank stench filling her nose, filling her body, she felt sick, she wanted to be sick. And slowly, ever so slowly he moved his mouth to her neck, and then he bit. It was the first bite he ever gave her, and he slowly sunk his teeth in. So slowly she could feel it tear her skin, feel it break through her blood vessels.
She screamed, and she screamed so much.
He smiled, wiping the blood of his mouth.
And they left, left her on the floor.
And that’s when she knew, books couldn’t help her, she couldn’t help herself.
That night she lay there crying, they had left her for the day, leaving her a piece of bread to chew on, she didn’t attack it, she refused to become savage.
They came back at 3 am, she knew it was 3 am, because apart from the whip they had left her a clock. Their amusing way of letting her know how long they would keep her.
They came back, he bit her again, she tried to push him, only receiving a whipping on the back. More little wedges cut in her back. She was bruised, she was bleeding, and they laughed and left. Slowly, ever so slowly, they were breaking her, they were breaking her down, taking all of her sanity away.
She cried again, calling for her parents, who had deceased long ago, calling for Harry and Ron, who she knew wouldn’t find her, she called and called for them, knowing all hope was lost.
They came back, 6 pm. The servant tied her arm to a post in the floor. Tied her there so she couldn’t move without yanking out her arm. It was the first night they broke her, broke her body.
He came behind her, his lanky hair shadowing his eyes. She was glad it covered his eyes, because to witness the emotions behind them, would have scared her even more.
He didn’t break her virgin barrier, but he did take her from behind. As he slowly entered her, without any lubrication, dry and chaffed, he whispered in her ear.
“I’m going to take every part of you. When you’re alone at night, when you’re body is alone, you’ll remember my touch, you’ll feel the beatings. And you’ll never do anything, you’ll stay there alone, feeling me, feeling me break you in half.”
She screamed, a silent scream, she thought she had, but it was in her head.
“You’ll always feel it” he whispered again, before thrusting entirely into her.
She didn’t cry though, she was in so much pain, pain beyond belief, pain beyond any she had felt. She struggled, but she couldn’t, she couldn’t do anything, she was paralyzed from fear.
When he was finished with her, he left, the servant staring at her greedily. She never saw his face, she never saw the man behind the mask, she only saw those eyes, those greedy eyes.
6am, they came back, the cold was drifting through the stone walls. Where was she? Where in god’s name was she, there was no light, there was no air, she was surprised she could breathe.
Four days, she had been there for four days, but no one was worried, her grandmother thought she was with her friend, gone for a week. Three more days, three more days until anyone would worry, just three more days.
At 6am, they brought the knife.
He grabbed her and threw her against the wall, threw her so his body was up close. He began to cut into her side, a sun, he cut a sun. He cut a sign of hope, and he used it against her, light became pain. She stared at the servant, still greedy, but standing away, standing away, she couldn’t look the master in his eyes.
“Look into my eyes! LOOK INTO MY EYES” he hissed
“Did you enjoy that little slice?” he said, his voice sounded like daggers in his ears.
Slowly he brought the blade to her lips, tracing them, outlining them, so that her blood looked like lip liner.
Hermione thought he was going to eat them through, his cannibalistic tendencies never ceased to amaze her. She screamed, she tried to nudge him off, tried to move her mouth away. But he kept his teeth firmly lodged on her bits of flesh, his sharp molars making holes.
“Trying to get away, TRYING TO GET AWAY!” He laughed, a cold heartless laugh,
“STUPID WHORE, STUPID WHORE.” he screamed, still laughing, whacking her bottom with the blade of the knife, almost like it was his hand.
She screamed, how she screamed. “STOP STOP STOP STOP” over and over again.
He grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed, taking his knife, taking it to her inner leg, and cutting, cutting down from her knee up, she struggled, she tried to kick him, but she was weak. And the more she struggled, the bigger the cuts got.
“STOP!” she screamed one last time, before the pain enveloped her, it had been four days.
“Now it’s time, NOW IT’S TIME, for you to feel it, feel it when I’m inside” he said, a slow smile began to spread across his face. He watched her, gauged her reactions, her eyes opened wide.
She gasped, she SCREAMED as he entered her, breaking her, breaking through her. He was so big, he was so large, and she could feel it, he was pressing against the cut. And with each thrust the pains continued, she could feel it cut, feel it overcome her body, feel it consume her soul.
He kept it up, kept going for what seemed like hours, until he withdrew and came on her cut, it stung, it stung so fucking badly. And she winced. He whipped her again, this time on her thighs, the little metal studs leaving their mark again.
And then the servant tossed her into the corner, staring greedily again, they both left the room. Leaving a girl, blood seeping from every pore, bloodied and broken.
They didn’t come back all day, except for the bread that was tossed in, they didn’t come at all.
It was the fifth day.
They didn’t come all morning, she started to get worried, worried about what they had planned for her. Her body was shivering in the cold, every shiver sent waves of pain through her cuts.
At 11pm, he came back. Only the master, the servant was no where to be seen.
He bit her lips again, she was sick of it, so sick, this time he would take them off, he would finish her. She knew it, and he knew it. It was her last day, she had served her purpose and now she was done. As he continued to press into her lips, pressing down harder and harder, his nails scraping down her breasts, trailing blood as they want.
It stopped, the biting, the caresses, she looked into his eyes, looked into his eyes for the first time, and they were empty, no emotions, nothing. He fell back, the knife planted in his back went down further. She shriveled into the corner, looking up at the servant.
“Couldn’t let him have you, you’re mine, you’re mine, my toy, my toy” he repeated, he was crazy, crazy. But his voice, his voice was so familiar, she had heard it before. He approached her, leering, he smacked her across the face. She toppled to the floor. She looked up into his greedy eyes, and she looked down at the cannibal, the rapist, the dead man. She looked down at his dead body, the life drawn out of it, and that’s when it happened. She couldn’t die, she couldn’t let him kill her, let this greedy man finish off what the dead man had started. She was weak, she knew it.
The servant kneeled down, attacking her, ripping at her, trying to put his hands everywhere. He lacked control, he pushed her so she lay next to the dead master. And as he prepared to descend on her, to rape her with his animalistic rage, she pulled the knife out of the dead man’s back and started to run. The servant chased her, she ran up flight after flight of stairs, hearing his labored breathing behind her.
She tripped on the stairs, she tripped and she knew she would be done for, so with her last effort, she turned and sliced the servant’s cock off, in one clean swipe.
He screamed in pain, he bent over backwards, and he fell down the stairs. She ran after that, ran out the front door, ran stark naked in the moonlight. She didn’t know if he was dead.
She would defy him, she would defy the dead man. She wouldn’t feel his touches, she wouldn’t be alone. She was no longer innocent, she had lost it long ago, she had lost what it felt like to be young and free. That’s when she decided, that’s when she decided who she would become.
She would always remember as the servant fell, the look in his eyes, she would always remember his arms flailing to the sides, she would always remember the piece of red hair that had escaped his mask.
________________________________________
The tale finished. She slowly peeled of her shirt, then her shorts. Leaving her naked by the window.
He would have expected her to be crying, screaming, uncontrolled, not standing there with no clothes on.
Draco got up, as he walked closer to her, to comfort her, he held back a scream of shock.
He saw them.
All of them.
All of the scars, all the marks, bite marks, stud marks, scratches, knife cuts.
Trailing down her body, down and down, everywhere, faded but visible.
“They come back when I remember”
______________________________________________
Please tell me what you thought of this chapter.
and if ANYTHING raised your suspicions.
Because I think I dropped a few hints in this chapter.
See if you find them.
Ok. like I said before, don't expect the story to be over
anytime soon. I have a lot planned for Draco and Hermione.
Review.and HAPPY NEW YEARS
reviews always encourage me to write more ;)
(edited 05.22.08)