In Our Lord’s Service

Title: In Our Lord’s Service
Author: Ibelin Dragon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hermione finds herself in the middle of a Death Eater gathering. Can anyone save her now, or will no one try? HG/LM, HG/DM
Notes: Rape, non-consensual sex, and character death are all part of this story. Reader discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and her various publishers as well as Warner Brothers. This is a work of fan fiction. No money is being made from this story and no infringement is intended.

~§~ In Our Lord’s Service ~§~

A cloaked figure appeared suddenly, having Apparated into the Death Eaters midst. The tall being was carrying a squirming bundle of legs and bushy fly-away hair that was trying with all their might to get away.

Unfortunately for the teenage girl, there was no escape. No one would be rescuing her here. Not even her beloved Harry Potter.

Lucius Malfoy smirked to himself. He loved Death Eater meetings. The talk he could deal with for a short period of time, but these … these random treats … these were the reasons he was a Death Eater. Voldemort could offer him all the power and recognition anyone could ever want, but Lucius could get that with his money. No, Voldemort could offer him nothing of that sort. The only thing he could offer for Lucius was this.

The rewards for being in his service as his right-hand man.

The rewards of virgin girls and the delightful feel of being squeezed as he pushed his way into their bodies, tearing their insides and feeling the blood flowing over his rigid cock. Lucius enjoyed their squawks and squeals. He enjoyed having them try to escape, bucking their hips and trying to flail their pinned limbs. He enjoyed it when they finally gave up in defeat, and he would spew his seed into their wombs, smirking as silent tears fell from their cheeks to whatever surface they were placed.

It just made the final result that much more pleasing.

He was doubly pleased this time, when he realized who had just been unceremoniously dumped in front of his shiny black boots, staring up at him from her position on her hands and knees, looking like a lost and frightened child.

One third of the bane of his only son’s pathetic existence.

One third of the Golden Trio.

One Hermione Granger.

~§~

In the shadow behind an overly large marble pillar, Draco Malfoy watched with mixed emotions as his overly cheerful father carried an unmoving bundle to dungeon stairway. The two had an unspoken agreement not to talk about Lucius’ actions, and Draco tried to never give it thought, but the look on his father’s face disturbed him in a way he never thought possible.

Draco tried to shrug off the uneasy feeling that was unloading like rounds of Muggle lead in his stomach. Sprinting up the stairway to his third floor suite, he tried to put the scene out of his head entirely, and sat to write a letter to his beau from Hogwarts, and undoubtedly the girl he would someday make his bride; albeit, in secret .

In large, loopy letters, he began:

My Dearest Hermione… .

~§~

“Our Dark Lord must be very pleased with me,” Lucius grunted, as he slammed himself into the Mudblood’s virginal opening. The now-conscious girl shrieked in burning pain, and tried to back away from him, finding that she was bound in place to a large marble slab in the cold, dusty dungeon. She failed in her escape, and Lucius let out a large guffaw as he tore through her hymen, another shriek following immediately after.

“There, there Mudblood,” he soothed, pulling out and slamming back in, “It will all be over someday. Who knows, if you’re really good, I may keep you around.” Of course, he mused as she began to cry hysterically, this probably wasn’t the right thing to say to ‘calm her down’.

As she began to visibly shut down emotionally, Lucius had what he considered another brilliant plan.

“So, Miss. Granger,” he paused for effect, and the girl opened her darkened eyes briefly. “‘Your parents, Muggles, aren’t they? Pity they’ll need to be destroyed.”

Her eyes opened wide.

“Please… no…” the girl whimpered, trying to buck him off.

The only response was a grunt from Lucius as he unloaded himself into her.

Minutes later, a fully dressed and composed Lucius exited the Malfoy dungeons and sat down in his lounge chair in his library for his late evening tea.

~§~

… With much love, your Draco.

Draco was lovesick for Hermione Granger.

Ever since the Dementors had rebelled and released all prisoners from Azkaban in Draco’s 6th year at Hogwarts, his father had come home, and Draco had gone off to school, still with foul thoughts for Harry Potter and his gang of pathetic Dumbledore worshippers.

He loathed the moment during Dumbledore’s annual opening speech, where he said that in order to foster unity between the Houses, he and the professors would be making a list and pairing up students from other houses with people who would compliment each other and enable each other to excel even further than thought possible.

Of course these had to be full-year opposite-gender pair-ups. And of course most of the Slytherins were paired up with the Gryffindorks. And of course Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were paired up for all projects and coursework during the year.

It was quite the disaster for the first month or so, but after spending countless hours studying together, and yes, fighting, the two soon found similarities in themselves, as well as a hidden passion that seemed to consume them.

Draco thought of this past year with a grin as he sealed the envelope with his letter for Hermione, and made to scrawl her name on it in bright green ink.

Lucius took that opportune moment to barge into Draco’s room.

Draco looked up from where he was posed to address the envelope, and gave acknowledgement to his father with a nod of his platinum head. Lucius returned the cold greeting.

“Son, I wish for you to come to the dungeons. I have acquired somewhat of a gift for you, and I think you will enjoy it.” Lucius raised his finely manicured eyebrow when he noticed Draco, the envelope, the ink, and Draco’s bird with its leg stuck out to receive a parcel. “Though, I see you are busy. Just finishing up?”

“Yes, Father.” Draco responded.

Lucius propped himself in the doorframe, his arms crossed across his chest.

“Not that foul Parkinson girl again, is it?”

Draco grinned.

“Yes, Father.”

“Very well, then. Come by the dungeons when you are finished.”

Draco nodded and went back to his letter; Lucius left the room and made his way downstairs.

~§~

Lucius had been waiting only for a few moments before Draco came trotting down the stairs, coming to a stop only feet from Lucius. Lucius gave a genuine smile to his son.

“Draco, in this room you will find your gift for not straying from me or Our Lord. I’ll give you a moment or two to decide what you want to do with it, and then I’ll be in to assist you.” That being said, Lucius held open the door and Draco walked in, giving him a funny look. Lucius closed the door again.

Letting a minute pass, Lucius was about to enter when Draco’s large eagle owl flew down the hallway and stopped in front of the doorway to the dungeon room. Noticing the letter that Draco had been working on only minutes prior, Lucius snatched it from the bird and regarded the name on the front, growing increasingly annoyed.

“So that’s how he’s going to play.” He grumbled, throwing open the door and pointing his wand at his son. “Petrificus Totalis! Wingardium Leviosa!” Draco rose, frozen in midair, directly above a healed Hermione Granger.

“Ah, Miss. Granger. It would appear that we have mail for you.” Lucius cleared his throat and held out the envelope so she could see her name on it. Her dark eyes widened and looked scared. She looked from the envelope, up to Draco, and back to the envelope again.

“May I?” Lucius asked, and before receiving an answer, tore open the letter. He quickly scanned the letter and said loudly “Well, there must be a very good and explainable reason for this, Miss. Granger. Wouldn’t you agree, Draco? But I digress. This letter is from your dear Draco.” And so he began.

My Dearest Hermione,

“Tsk tsk, Draco. Calling the Mudblood by her first name? Were you trying to get into her bed? If so, you certainly didn’t succeed.”

A week. That’s how long we’ve been apart so far, love, and it seems a lifetime. I don’t know how much longer I can go without seeing you, but knowing my family and who my father is, I will be unable to see you until September on the train.

“I wonder what that’s supposed to mean. Draco, would you have any idea?” He looked up at his hovering son, and then back down to the letter, and continued to read out loud.

Hermione dear, I think you need to get word to Potter or Dumbledore that Father is acting a bit odd. Something needs to be done to get rid of Voldemort, but my father needs to be removed from his position of power first.

Nothing. While Lucius was not visibly shocked at his son’s betrayal to the Mudblood-lover, he could certainly feel it.

But I digress.

Lucius smirked. Despite his betrayal, Draco was more like Lucius than he would care to admit.

I miss you so much, love, and I don’t think I can live my life without you. While we haven’t talked about our future very much outside of the problem of my father, would you be abject to marrying me? My mother seems to think that as long as we don’t alert Father or the Ministry, we should be fine.

Lucius trailed off while reading this line, the anger in his voice becoming more visible. “Your mother was in on this too?!” He scowled. “I’ve always wanted a reason to take out Narcissa. I’d fathom the guess that now is the time.” Crumpling his son’s love letter into a ball, he tossed it to the far corner and tore out of the room.

~§~

Draco noticed the curse placed on him wearing off as his father stormed out of the room. Dropping to his feet he placed a quick kiss on Hermione’s forehead and tore out of the room, taking two stairs at a time till he reached the main hall, just in time to see the bright flash of green light and watch as his mother’s lifeless body crumpled to the ground. Crying out, Draco whipped out his wand and pointed it at Lucius.

But not in time.

“Imperio!” Lucius said calmly, and the world around Draco became hazy as he succumbed to his father’s tyranny. Not able to fight the Unforgivable, Draco followed his father’s instructions and led the way back to the dungeons, and back to where Hermione was still partially bound to the marble platform.

~§~

“Come now, walk faster Draco. Let’s go see your precious Miss. Granger.” Lucius murmured, as he controlled his son’s actions. “I daresay that she needs you now.” Kicking open the door, he shoved Draco inside, and then slammed it behind them, causing the Granger girl to slightly jerk in her bonds.

“I see you’re in fine form, Miss. Granger. My son has healed you? Good. Good.” Lucius noted, walking around to face the frightened girl. “Do you need my son, Miss. Granger?” he taunted, waiting for a reaction. She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the smooth surface below her, and refused to say anything.

“Answer me!” he demanded, speaking louder than before. The Mudblood refused to move so much as a muscle. “Crucio.” He hissed, and watched as she screamed in pain, struggling to escape the pain coursing through her body.

Looking over at his son, who was standing looking at the dungeon wall in a daze, and back to the girl of unfortunate birth, Lucius hatched a plan that would offer a bit of pleasure to his sadistic Death Eater mind.

“Draco. Come here.” And Draco complied, walking over in a jilted manner, coming to a stop in front of the older Malfoy. “Do you love Miss. Granger?” There was no answer. “Answer me!”

“I do love her.”

“And what should you do with someone you love?” Lucius prompted, looking over at the Granger girl who was watching Draco with shiny eyes, still showing the pain that she had just suffered.

“Protect them. Keep them safe from monsters like you.”

The Mudblood had a triumphant look in her eye that Lucius needed to wipe out immediately.

“Wrong answer, Draco.” Lucius said, as he walked over to his son and placed his hand on his shoulder. “You should fuck them.”

Something flashed across Draco’s icy eyes, but was stilled again. The Mudblood, seemingly learning that something else was at work, began struggling with her bonds with renewed strength.

“Draco, my son. I think you should show Miss. Granger the true meaning of love. Go to her.” And Lucius let go of Draco’s shoulder and pushed him towards the struggling form of the girl.

“Draco!” she cried, not succeeding in her fight to free herself. “Please! Don’t listen to him! He has you under a spell!”

Lucius smirked, pleased when Draco continued his advance until he was standing right over the girl.

“Now do the proper thing and kiss her.” And Draco did.

The girl stopped struggling and kissed Draco back, trying to force her emotions into him; to make him break free of the spell. Lucius wouldn’t put up with that.

“Stop kissing her.”

Draco stopped and stood posed above her, staring into her face, but not really seeing her.

“Remove your clothes.”

And it was done.

“Draco! Hear me, please! Fight this! Fight this for me; fight this for our love!” the Mudblood shrieked, watching as each article of clothing was shed to the ground.

Lucius appraised his son’s body and was pleased to note how toned he was; how well endowed he was.

“Done? Good. Now,” he said, watching at the unmoving figure of his son, “Mount her.”

Draco climbed up on to the marble dais, and draped himself over the Mudblood’s shaking body.

“Now. Fuck her.”

~§~

Draco had never felt more relaxed in his life. He had the vague notion that he was naked, but he brushed it off. He was sure he was sleeping. He heard a voice tell him to begin to fuck the girl beneath him, and as he pushed his way into her tight passage, he began to wonder if it really was a dream.

The voice of the girl broke through the thick fog that was surrounding his brain, and he could see clearly that the girl underneath him was Hermione, the love of his life. He stopped moving.

“Please, Draco.” Hermione sobbed, looking into his eyes. “Please stop. I love you. Break free of your father’s curse.”

Feeling that what was happening was real, Draco pulled himself off her body and recoiled, breaking free of the Imperio curse at last.

“Hermione?” he asked tentatively, peering down into her dark eyes, noting her tear-streaked cheeks. “Holy shit!” he shrieked. “What have I done?” Draco clamoured down off the marble platform and to the damp brick of the dungeon floor. Looking up from where he landed, he met his father’s cool eyes and the tip of his father’s wand.

“Avada Kedavra.” His father said, lazily.

~§~ fin ~§~