Plaything

Title: Plaything
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HG/LM, HG/SS
Warning: Non-consensual dark-fic
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. . .


~*Lucius*~

Voldemort ruled most of England now. The venerable old castle he now resided
in was nearly a thousand years old. The room was cold, even though a dozen fireplaces
are lit . . . the way only a castle can be. The room was dominated by my lord’s throne
which was made of silver, gold, and platinum serpents, all coiled together. A fitting
throne for a serpent king. There was an ornate fireplace against the far wall flanked by
two more silver serpents. The torches which lined the wall provided the only light in
the room. There were several oriental rugs on the floor.

Lying on one of the rugs was a young girl. She lay at the feet of the Dark Lord
himself, at the base of his throne. Her body was bare, bruised and bleeding from
endless hours of torture. But she was not broken. No, she had been reborn, forged into
another being by pain and degradation. She was breathtaking to behold, a pet for one
of the Dark Lord’s faithful. What was her name? Draco said it so often, usually laced
with venom. Ah, Granger. Hermione Granger. A Mudblood to be sure but also a
talented witch if the reports I hear arue.rue. How unusual.

She had been captured nearly two weeks ago. The Dark Lord’s legions had
descended upon Hogwarts and brought the resistence to its knees. Only Harry Potter
had escaped unscathed. The Granger chit had been found clutching the body of a fallen
comrade, one of Arthur’s brats I believe. Pity. . . he still has a dozen more.

She had been captured instead of killed in order to gain information. The Dark
Lord decided to beat the secrets out of her instead of using the standard truth potions.
She had stubbornly refused to provide it. I almost admire her loyalty. Admirable but
foolish.

I sought out the traitor in our midst. I’ll never know why our lord took him
back. He’d been betraying our cause for years but he had inside information on the
resistance and Lord Voldemort always rewards his most useful subjects. Even if he
does not fully trust them. And, as much as it galls me to admit, the intelligence he
provided was very useful. The war might not be going as well without his timely
defection.

He was watching the girl with glittering black eyes. Severus always did fancy
the young ones. He had brewed and administered Veritae Serum after the torture
hadn’t worked. The girl had finally confessed all she knew this morning. And now her
fate lay in the hands of our lord.

“Whhallhall I do with you?” Voldemort asked.

She opened her eyes briefly, too weak to even move. “Kill me.”

“Is that what you want?” he asked, delighted by her perfect submission.

She nodded.

The Dark Lord pretended to mull it over. “Hmm . . .I think not. After all, death
would be a mercy now, wouldn’t it?” He gestured to the assembled Death Eaters. “I
shall reward one of my faithful instead. Who would like a toy? A little Mudblood pet
to do with as you please?”

“I would, my liege,” I said instantly. I’m not certain why. I have never befouled
myself with a Mudblood but I was intrigued with the prospect of a pet. It might prove
amusing.

~*Severus*~

“I would, my lord,” I said. I sneered at Malfoy, bane of both my childhood and
adult existence. Of course, he would want her, he’d always been taken in by pretty
faces. I suppose he was willing to overlook his abhorrence of Muggle-borns. Well,
we’ve always wanted the same things. . .Narcissa, power, prestige. . . and now,
Hermione Granger.

But this is no whim, I’ve wanted her for years. And she was almost within my grasp. I would never have compromised my position as professor in order to indulge my more base
appetites so she’d remained in the dark about my cravings. I’ve watched her the better
part of two weeks now. I had suggested the potion from the moment I was made aware
of her presence here but my brethren must have their amusements no matter how
puerile. I gain no satisfaction from inflicting pain. No, what satisfies me is control. I
was relieved when they finally finished punishing her. I brewed and gave her the
mixture, holding her head while she drank it down. She was too weak to protest. I
doubt she even recognized me. No, she is no longer Hermione Granger, Head Girl.
And I am no longer Severus Snape, Potions Master.

I’m a Death Eater once more. When I saw the tide of this war turn, I went with
my instincts and renewed my association with darkness. Oh, yes, I paid for my
transgressions with a great deal of humiliation and pain but it was worth it in order to
regain my position. I will never be brought low by any cause. I’ve never claimed to be
loyal . . not like this helpless creature on the ground before me.

The Dark Lord smiled at both of us. “My most faithful Death Eater,” he said to
Lucius. “And my most useful.” He nodded to me. “This is quite the dilemma.” His
eyes alighted with an idea. “Why not reward you both? You will share her, switching
every other day. Yes. . .I think that should do nicely. “ His slitted eyes settled on the
girl. “Are you a virgin, my dear?”

Granger nodded and I felt a shudder go through my body. Oh, to be the first to
possess her.

“Excellent,” Voldemort turned to me. “Why don’t you break her in? ” I knew he
why chose me, not because he thought I was more deserving but because he imagined I
would be more repugnant to a young girl than Lucius. And this from a man who
closely resembles a snake.

Although Lucius tried to hide it, I could see his displeasure in the set of his jaw
and the tightening of his fingers on that ridiculous cane of his. I fought against the
urge to gloat.

“She will not be indulged because of her innocence or her youth,” Voldemort
continued. He gestured with his wand and a delicate silver collar appeared around her
neck. “She’s nothing more than a plaything now to be used and eventually discarded.”
The Dark Lord steepled his hands, his face flushed with pleasure at having enslaved a
member of Potter’s tightknit circle. “We’ll drop some. . .discrete hints as to the
Mudblood’s fate. Let’s see if this will flush them out.”


~*Severus*~

I scarcely dared to breathe. She was laid out on my bed, stark white against the
blackness of my bedspread. Most everything I owned was black. I wasn’t sure if I did
that out of perversity or affinity for the color but it suited me. I’d thought about this
moment for seven years and here she was. Gloriously nude and blessedly silent, except
for the small sighs that escaped her as tears dribbled from her eyes. She made no
attempt to cover herself. Instead, she kept her arms at her sides and her legs close
together but not clenched.

Her body was a work of art. She was pale from summer days inhabiting libraries
rather than lazing about on a beach. Her hair was still a tumble of curls that reached
most of the way down her back. Only now, the strands were matted with blood and
dirt. Granger’s face was childlike, soft and curved. There were several bruises on her
chin and throat. Her limbs were long and slender. These were marred by scratches and
welts. The girls breasts had developed too. They were merely a handful but I imagined
that they would fit nicely into my palms. Her pubis was covered with a smthatthatch of
curly brown hair. I couldn’t wait to open her legs and gaze on the most secret part of
her. Mine. . .but not all mine. But I refused to let Lucius taint this auspicious evening.

Her gaze never met mine even as my eyes roved greedily over her body. Very
good, she’d already learned that lesson. The only thing that marred my pleasure were
the marks on her body. I decided to restore her to her former perfection before I
touched her.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Y-yes, master,” she said hesitantly.

I nodded. “When we are alone you may call me Severus. At all other times, you
will call me master.”

“Yes, Severus.”

“Are you in pain, my sweet?” I asked kindly.

The tears began anew. “Yes,” she admitted. I could see that she was astonished
by my apparent concern.

I smothered my smile. This was going very well. I wanted her to trust me. .
.need me. . .love me. Only then, could she be completely mine. “I can make a potion to
heal you. Come along then.” I turned away and she crawled behind me on all fours
like the obedient little slave she was becoming.

My apartment was lavishly furnished – only the finest for *his* followers-- and
overly warm due to her presence. I prefer my surroundings to be much cooler than
most people, probably because I wear such elaborate robes. I had a large library which
I planned to tempt her with later. Most of the furnishings were leather because I found
it to be a soothing scent.

She sat at my feet while I brewed a healing potion in my lab. It was a simple
mixture of two potent herbs. I poured the amber liquid into a glass and bent down to
offer it to her. She took the glass from me without a word and I sat back on my heels to
watch her drink it all down. I nearly groaned, watching her drink down the potion so
greedily. . .imagining her swallowing other fluids as eagerly. “Good girl,” I praised as I
plucked the cup from her grasp and set it back up on the table. I watched as her
wounds began to heal instantaneously and thanked whatever gods may be that I was
blessed with magical ability. I wouldn’t be patient enough to go about things in the
menial Muggle way.

“Would you like a bath, my sweet?” We both knew it was an order, not a
request.

“Yes, Severus,” she answered, a small smile playing about her lips before it
quickly disaredared.

Very clever. She had learned to hide her pleasure as well as her pain because
they were powerful weapons in the right hands. . .like mine for instance. And then, I
drew her a long hot bath, despite the fact that I was aching for her. I couldn’t rush this
no matter how much I wanted to. I filled the bath with fragrant herbs from my plentiful
stores. I lit two taper candles and ignited some incense. She was looking at the warm
water as though it were heaven. “Climb in,” I said softly, gesturing with my hand.

My new pet submersed herself in the water with an audible groan. It had been a
couple of weeks since she’d last bathed and the odor masking charms that had been cast
on her were wearing thin. She was only to eager to rid herself of the sweat, the grime,
and the dried blood. I stood rooted to the spot, transfixed in the center of the room, at
the sight of soap suds trailing down her supple limbs. She thoroughly washed her
brown tresses. The bronzed mass of hair lay all around her shoulders, already curling.

I was in a fever to have her by now, her little performance in the tub had merely
whet my appetite. From the way her hands slowed and the way she cast furtive looks
at me, I think she knew. I didn’t give a damn. I was going to have her tonight. I
offered her a black bath towel and she dutifully dried herself. I walked a neat circle
around her as she did, my greedy eyes noting her tight little derriere and beautiful
back. When she was finished, she resumed her position on all fours. “Let’s go to bed,”
I said thickly, leading the way back to my bedchamber.

And we were back where we started. . .on my bed. Only this time, she was truly
the perfection I’d been craving for all these years. Her body was unblemished, bathed,
and completely innocent. I made short work of my robes but she didn’t glance at my
body. That was fine b – – but I didn’t intend to return the courtesy. She was
completely at my mercy. . .only I don’t possess any. Not when it comes to this. . .or her.
I descend on her like the vampire my students whisper that I am. But instead of
stealing the blood from body, I steal the air from her lungs. I hungrily kissed her, my
mouth melding hers to mine. I don’t pull back until we’re both faint from lack of
oxygen. Her brown eyes are filled with tears and I bend to lick them away. . .delicious.

I turned my attention to her lovely young breasts. The skin was ineffably velvety
in my hands. I abraded the nipples with my thumbs, relishing the way they perked up
under my ministrations. When I could stand it no longer, I bent my mouth to them,
laving them with my tongue, rolling them between my teeth before sucking them into
the heated cavern of my mouth. She gave a soft moan of bewildered pleasure. I loved
the sound. . .I wanted to hear her make it again. As I thrust into her, broken in between
my name as she gasped it. I was quickly becoming addicted to the feel of her beneath
me.

Her legs opened for me of their own accord. “Good girl,” I approved as I
stroked her satiny thigh. I thrust her legs apart further and allowed myself the
privilege of scrutinizing the secret heart of her. She was pink and pure there. My
fingers slid into her and she rewarded me with that delightful moan again. She began
to move against my hand as I leisurely stroked her. “That’s it, my pet, ” I crooned. I
touched her just *there*, the spot she never knew she had yet had always suspected was
there.


“Severus,” she murmured. Her eyes were slammed shut and her expression
bespoke of intense pain or profound pleasure. I was smugly assured that it was the
later. Her hips worked furiously now, eager for her own climax. But I withdrew my
hand from her. Selfish? Hell, yes, but, once again, I didn’t give a damn. The first time
she came would be with me deep inside her. I wanted to feel every ripple from within.

I crouched over her and spread her thighs even further open. She was mindless
now, a creature existing only to pleasure me. The though alone almost made me come.
I lurched into her and she cried out at the sudden fullness and the beginnings of pain. I
fit my mouth over hers to absorb her cries as I thrust deep inside. The sound was just as
delicious as the sensation of being inside. She was innocent no longer. Now, she was
mine. More tears fell on her cheeks and I savored the salty taste of them. It made me
want to comfort her. . .but that would come later. I thrust into her once more and she
gave another of those beloved moans. I set a rapid pace – I knew I wouldn’t last much
longer. I’d had seven years of foreplay, after all. My hand slid between our bodies to
manipulate her young flesh into giving me what I wanted. She didn’t disappoint me
either, she gasped as her body began to convulse around me. I impaled her one last
time, the sensation of her fluttering around my shaft was exquisite. I gave an exultant
cry before collapsing on top of her.

When I finally roused myself from my stupor, I found that she had already fallen
asleep. No doubt, this day had been too much for her. I slipped off of her and
arranged her body around my own. Then, I kissed her rosebud mouth once more.
“Goodnight, my little plaything.” For the first time in ages, I felt replete. . .complete. I
placed one hand on her breast and the other possessively settled on her soft pubis.
“Mine,” I muttered before drifting off to sleep.

Mine until tomorrow at least. . .