Not All that Glitters is Gold

Hey all. This is my first fanfiction ever. So please be kind and give me constructive criticism.

I got the idea after reading Plaything by MalfoyWhore (which I'm sad hasn't been updated in years) http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=5000

Link to the story. It gave me the idea for a Lucius and Draco story, with a little Snape thrown in there as well.

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The Dark Lord sat a top his throne, merely staring down at the heap of a young innocent girl based near his feet. He moved subtly and nudged her with his foot, catching a few sudden glances from his Death Eaters. They were just as interested as he was to what the young girl had to say. It had been weeks since her capture, weeks since her screams became white noise to him. He could still remember the look on her face when she was brought to him. More specifically, he could remember the look on Bellatrix's face when he allowed her to conduct the interrogation. It was a bad idea from the start. She was neither equipped with the motivation for information, nor the patience for it. It only took a matter of days before the Dark Lord himself had to stop her and put some one else in charge.

She never wavered. Never broke. Not once. She ended up reciting random snippets from Hogwarts: A History whenever she faced the Crucio curse. It entertained him at first, but now it was boring. He had summoned a vial of Veritaserum and forced it upon her. After she had poured her heart out, she was left a shell of a person. It almost made the Dark Lord miss her witty comments and snide remarks, but she was a mudblood after all. He sneered when a tiny gasp esaped her lips and as much as he wanted to punt her across the room, his wicked mind began racing. The Dark Lord rose from his seat, causing the entire crowd of Death Eaters to step back in silence whispers. He moved gingerly beside her and grasped the mane that was her thick busy brown hair, jerking her head upward.

"You have given me everything I want," he hissed lowly, watching her eyes flutter hopelessly, "I will give you one wish. Anything."

It was a lie and he knew it. She knew it. She gulped and parted her chapped lips, "Kill me."

Her words were small yet effective as the Dark Lord considered it...for a minute second. "No. I don't think so." He let her go, her head slumping back onto the floor as he rose.

The Dark Lord pulled his wand from his robes and twirled it in his hands. "Giving you death would be quite merciful of me," he began, contemplating it further. He looked to his minions and then turned to her, "What kind of example would I be setting for all others who begged for death? No. You'll live."

His dark red eyes widened as she moved, slowly at first. She rolled onto her back and let out another breath, her chocolate brown eyes open as she stared at him. "You're...a..coward." She breathed, hitching her breath as Bellatrix roared in the audience.

"How DARE you!" She nearly launched herself at the girl but was held back by the Carrows. The Dark Lord turned on his heel swiftly and nodded to Bellatrix, who instantly calmed and stared attentively at him.

"But death would be a coward's way out, would it not?" He asked hypothetically, pointing his wand at her for a second and watching her flinch at the sight. "Your bravery is only rivaled by your brains. I wonder how long will it take to truly break you."

She took another raspy breath and clenched her fists. "I will never be broken."

The Dark Lord grinned, his wicked smile causing the entire room to fade with hopelessness. "Conventional torture methods surely do not work well. Heart of a Gryffindor." He brought his wand to his thin lips and looked into the crowd.

"Malfoy!" He shouted, watching as the crowd parted and the tall elder Malfoy approached. He bowed low to Voldemort, "Yes, master?"

"You've been extremely loyal to me. Even if, after all these years, you seemed to wiggle your way out of Azkaban." Lucius cowered only slightly, his hands gripping onto his cane tightly. The Dark Lord continued without hesitation, "I am rewarding you, my servant. The girl will be my gift to you. Do what you want with her."

Lucius looked up in confusion before his icy blue eyes landed on the girl. She glanced at him only briefly before turning away, seemingly to try to stifle sobs. "Yes, my Lord."

Lucius moved to the young girl's side and bent down to pick her up. However, he stopped in mid stride when the Dark Lord held his hand out to stop him. "One moment, Lucius," he drawled with a passive sigh. "You, my child, will soon learn your place in this world." The girl didn't look at him but merely let out a strangled sigh and whispered, "Fuck you." The Dark Lord's red slits tightened as he pursed his lips and held his wand out, lazily saying "Crucio!" The girl writhed in pain as Lucius looked on with wide eyes. Her screams were muffled by the hysteric laughter of Bellatrix but soon quieted as her eyes rolled back and she fell into unconsciousness.

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Voices sounding like angels could be heard. Hermione instantly thought she was in heaven, but her heart felt heavy and she couldn't breathe. She let out a small gasp as her eyes opened slowly, the brightness of a flickering torch stung haphazardly. The room was spinning and she couldn't make out the words of two distinctive voices, both male. She parted her lips to take a breath. It hurt so much but she needed it. Her hand twitched slowly by her side as she felt the comfort of fabric, soft silky fabric under her touch. She then realized that she was lying comfortably on something. She didn't dare move her hand out an inch but caressed the seams with her finger tips. Her mind raced as she pieced things together. A bedroom.

As her eyes focused around the room, so did her ears. There were two sets of voices, and the more she listened the more she realized that they weren't the voices of angels. No, they were the voices of devils. She didn't dare move but her heart raced and eyes welled in invisible tears. She had been unable to cry since her first week there where she watched her dear friends Luna Lovegood and Seamus Finnegan murdered. She didn't even remember what happened after that. Her mind had decided it was best to shut down and it did. She was the shell of the person she used to be.

The voices interrupted her thoughts, causing her to roll her head to the side. Inwardly, she spit fire as Lucius stood in all his glory. His dark emerald green and silver robes flowing over his square shoulders. His long platinum blond hair cascaded over his shoulders. She watched his hair sway as he spoke to another man, someone she was quite familiar with. Severus Snape. He wore a sneer that was not unlike the one he used to give her when she was in school. His coal black eyes moved from Lucius and landed on her. She felt a shiver creep up her spine but was merely too exhausted to move.

Lucius seemed to follow Snape's gaze as he soon cast his icy pale eyes on her and grinned. "Looks like my pet has finally awaken," he said haughtily, tapping his cane on the ground as he approached the bed. Hermione turned her head away as she tried to gasp for breath, her eyes welling up again. Maybe this time she could cry but nothing happened. She felt the cold touch of metal against her burning hot skin and was forced to look at him. "My my you look positively aghast." He spoke calmly but his eyes revealed a great disgust that not even Hermione couldn't help but feel smaller. "Lucius," Snape low raspy voice broke the barrier of silence, "If you wish to keep her alive I need to..."

"Yes, yes of course." Lucius interrupted, pulling his cane back to him. He rubbed the metal snake's head with his gloved hand. Hermione surmised it was only because it had touched her skin. "By all means. Repair the girl." He turned and moved toward the door, stopping when his hand reached the knob, "Oh, and don't get any ideas Severus. The Dark Lord gave her for my use, my own...personal...slave." His eyes never moved from Hermione. She could feel his gaze penetrate her and she felt sick.

"If you are implying that I..." Severus began but stopped when Lucius grinned at him and pulled the door open. "I'm not implying Severus. I'm warning. Good day." In a flash, Malfoy was gone and Hermione could feel the tension in the air break.

She felt weight drop beside her on the bed but didn't move. "Ms. Granger," Snape crooned softly, bringing his hand to her shoulder. Hermione didn't look at him, only when he brought his hand to the side of the face and turned it did she stare into those cold black eyes of him. He moved closer and cupped her head with one of his hands, raising it from the bed. "Drink this." He said, holding a bottle of clear liquid to her lips. She looked at him with wide eyes until he spoke again, "I cannot kill you. Not if I want to keep living. Now drink. It will help heal the physical damage Voldemort put upon you."

Hermione closed her eyes as she felt the warm liquid pass her itchy throat. She coughed and sputtered for a second before feeling the aching pain all over her body disappear. Snape put her back down on the bed and moved his hands over her body. Her body tensed when they felt his callous hands graze her bare skin. He stopped only for a moment before continuing to examine her.Tears finally fell within seconds and she let out a hoarse sob. She felt Snape wrap his arms around her and pull her to him, embedding his face in her brown matted hair.

"Shh," he breathed, "I would say everything will be alright but we both know that it won't." Hermione knew that comforting some one must've extremely awkward for Snape. He didn't exactly scream the comforting type. "What is going to happen to Ron and Harry?" She asked, feeling Snape's warm body drift away from her. His eyes met hers for a brief second before he let her go and rose from the bed. "This is all you think about?" He said, quietly but filled with venom. "You are at the hands of Death Eaters and all you care to think about is Potter and Weasley?!" His voice raised at the mentioning of their names, causing Hermione to flinch.

Snape paused and ran his hand through his greasy hair and down his face, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. "They are safe, at the Ministry. Weasley was barely alive when we found him. I had to lie to the Dark Lord in order to leave his body. They received owls today showing that you're alive. It's the Dark Lord's intentions to use you as bait. Coax Potter and the Order out. He has no real plans for you. It was lucky your spirit and determination gave him an alternative to death." Hermione laid there for a few moments before slowly sitting up.

"What does Malfoy mean by 'personal slave'?" She asked, watching as Snape turned to his potions and rummaged through something. "You are a clever girl." Was all he said and he pulled another bottle, greenish in color, out and shook it lightly.

Hermione's eyes met the top of his bed and almost instantly she pulled her legs to him. "Oh no," the realization sunk in and her eyes darted around while her brain tried to find a way out. Books and brains. Nothing was going to help her now. She was at the mercy of the Malfoys. "Can't you do anything?" She asked breathlessly as Snape turned around and frowned.

"What do you think I am, Ms Granger? A savior? A hero?" He snapped, striding over to her. He towered over her frail frame with his hands clenched. "I asked, pleaded, begged the Dark Lord for you. At least I know you'd still be alive after all of this, but no. He rewarded you to his second most loyal. I tried to buy you from him but Lucius is vain and filled with pride. Having you, Potter's best mate, was worth everything he sacrificed."

She looked up at him as his face twisted with anger. Her eyes left him once more as she hugged herself, "I can't...I can't be..I..." Her voice cracked as sobs appeared, "I don't want him to touch me. Not like that." She dropped her head into her arms and sobbed louder. Snape's clenched fists relaxed and he looked around anxiously, not knowing what to do. He did what he knew he could do, turn and walk away. Snape had almost made it back to his potions when Hermione's tiny voice squeaked, "Will you...do it for me?"

Rooted to his spot, Snape's eyes widened at her implications. He turned and looked at her from afar. "What?" Was all he could make out. Hermione lowered her head just a little, "They're going to...well Lucius is going to...have his way with me."

"You are not a first year, Ms. Granger. I may not be your potions professor any longer but have some dignity and call it what it is." He sneered, staring at her as her cheeks flushed pink.

"He's going to make me his Mudblood sex slave," she growled under her voice, still showing her Gryffindor bravery. "And I'm still a virgin. They already have my body, I'm not going to let them take something else from me." She looked at him again and watched his eyes dart just as she had when she was thinking. He was thinking too. "Will you be my first?"

Snape cleared his throat and turned around. He was not some lecherous old coot who wanted to have his way with a student. He was a spy, playing both sides and now was placed in this predicament. He didn't know how long Hermione exactly had. Lucius was famous for how many slaves he went through in a month. While she was strong, not even Godric Gryffindor could withstand a fortnight with Malfoy and live to tell the tale.

"P-Professor?" Hermione's voice broke through his thoughts and he had turned without knowing.

He made it a few strides to where she was standing and pulled her to her knees. His hands gripped firmly on her shoulders as his coal black eyes stared into her chocolate brown orbs. Hermione parted her lips only slightly and took a breath. He didn't know what he was doing but found himself crushed up against her, his lips pressed firmly against hers as his hands released her shoulders and got tangled in her mess of brown hair. He was going to help Hermione, in the one way he knew he could.