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Enter Sandman

By Lady Snape

disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters from Harry Potter and the universe from which they are derived belong to J.K. Rowling. I just am taking them out to play. The song "Enter Sandman" is by Metallica.

Say your prayers little one don't forget,
my son to include everyone,

Enter Sandman.Metallica

Hermione sat at her desk, in her upstairs bedroom, methodically going over her curriculum for her 7th year. Using a muggle fountain pen, she ticked off the assignments that she had completed, noting that she still had Potions and Care of Magical Creatures left. Satisfied, that she had finished nearly all her summer work before the midof tof the vacation, she capped her pen triumphantly before tossing the whole lot into her trunk.
Stretching, Hermione heard her body make snap, crackle, and pop sounds, reminding her how late it was and how long she had been sitting immobile. Turning, she registered that everything magical definitely was put away. Her parents, accepting her developing powers, wanted to enjoy having her "play muggle" with them during the breaks. Which meant that she had to keep her magical identity under lock and key, so to speak, getting her studies done late at night. Pealing off her clothes, she tugged her night gown over her head, reveling in the feel of the light cotton material as it slid over her body. She was thankful that she owned more than one gown, thinking that her loose airy summer one was so much more befitting than its winter counterpart.
Tonight, though, she felt a little unnerved. It had been raining steadily for the past few days, yet it seemed to have turned into a deluge of biblical proportions. Along with the rain came lightning that criss- crossed the cloud blackened sky only to be followed by foundation shaking thunder. Little known to her Gryffindor compatriots, or anyone else really, Hermione Granger was afraid of thunder storms. Her work had distracted her temporarily and now she was faced with actually trying to sleep. Glancing through her rain streaked window, Hermione caught sight of lightening as its fingers snaked across the sky like a mis-shapened clawed hand gripping the sky. Closing her eyes, she waited, counting "1.," when thunder hit causing her windows to shake. Grabbing her "Teddy," a battered stuffed bear from her childhood, she leapt onto her bed. Gathering her covers she called to Crookshanks, burrowing further under the covers as a succession of flashes erupted outside followed by reverberating roar of thunder.
Hugging her "Teddy" close with Crookshanks curled on top of her feet, Hermione began to relax. Few things helped her to de-stress; studying, Crookshanks, her "Teddy" and lastly but not the least.her music. Any kind of music soothed her when she was feeling a bit anxious.
Feeling slightly calmer underneath her blankets, Hermione began to drift off to sleep as she dimly noted the flash that illuminated her blanket took on a slightly green hue. Disregarding it as she heard the accompanying boom, she concluded it was just the distortion of the lightning through her blanket. Yawning Hermione rolled onto her side, turning away from the window when yet another flash, this time a deeper green lit up her coverings. Again a louder boom followed, yet this one was accompanied by another sound. Struggling against sleep, Hermione tried to make out what the sound was, shrugging as she remembered the old willow tree that grew on the other side of her parent's house. Wind and rain make for noisy trees, mentally thanking the gods above that it was not a Whomping Willow. Stretching once again, Hermione tried to release the sense of foreboding she got with every thunderstorm, when her bedroom door blew off its hinges.
Hermione became acutely awake. Remaining still, she dared not move as she tried to fight the ensuing panic that threatened to overtake her. Her wand was in her trunk. Her locked trunk. "Not that 'alohomora' spell couldn't get past." Hermione silently grimaced as she remembered her parents wish for only muggle items to be in plain sight. Unable to really ponder that absurdity, Hermione felt a chill as the blanket slowly pulled away.
"Ah, what have we here?" a voice hissed, "What do you make of 'it', friend?"
"Looks to me to be nothing but a mudblood," intoned a deeper voice from somewhere by her window.
Looking up, Hermione let out the breath that she had been holding as she peered up in the eyes of a masked Deatheater. Wide-eyed, she scooted back, trying to get away from the robed figure that loomed over her bed. Feeling the headboard of her bed against her back, she pulled her knees to her chest protectively as she let her eyes survey the two Deatheaters that were stationed on either side of her bed. Her analytical mind went into overdrive, barely suppressing her panic it allowed her to study her captors. Both were wearing oil black masks that shimmered as though they were made of a fluid like substance, flowing seamlessly into their robes, which fell to the floor completely encasing them like burial shrouds.
The Deatheater by the window held his wand out, caressing its length casually as he watched his counterpart advance on the girl huddled on the bed.
Not sure of what to expect, well pretty sure, Hermione watched her captors as the one nearest she leaned in closer while the other just stood apart and watched. Determined to be strong in the face of whatever atrocities they had planned for her, Hermione stared unwavering into the eyes of her attacker.
Deatheater One, Hermione had mentally dubbed, reached out to her and lazily trailed his hand from her face. Slightly grazing her with his nails, he slowly followed the line of her neck, continuing to trace his fingertips along her collar bone. As his hand reached the top of her nightgown, Hermione could see the hint of a smile in the eyes of the Deatheater as he popped each button, sending it flying across her room. When his hand reached her knees, she felt him slide his hand between them, forcing her legs apart as he continued to, oddly, gently molest her.
Unmistakably, Hermione flushed as her body betrayed her. The Deatheater chuckled, "Ah, the mudblood likes the touch of Dark.tis a pity.your parents did not share your unique tastes." Punctuating his words, the Deatheater pinched Hermione hard deep within her soft curls, eliciting a yelp of pain from her. Horrified, Hermione turned away in shame trying to cover her exposed breasts that still ached with arousal.
The Deatheater laughed even more at his victim's distress. "Come now, Pet, won't you indulge us.we might allow you to live.then again, perhaps not."
Hermione felt his wand then, pressed firmly between her shoulder blades. Filled with horror and shame at what she had just let happen, Hermione clamped her eyes shut shuddering with the loss of her parents, while she still could feel the ghostly reminder of his touch. Tears leaked out as Hermione unable to maintain even a shred of dignity, silently wished for the end.
"Enough!" the voice boomed from across the room.
"You have had your fun, brother, now I shall have mine." With those words, Hermione felt the arm of the Deatheater Two reach across her. Feeling slightly relieved as the pressure of the first Deatheater's wand was removed from her back, Hermione barely could breath as she waited for whatever this one intended to do to her.
"Truly lovely, an untouched mudblood can be.absolutely delicious." Whispered the second Deatheater as he pulled Hermione up and sliding in behind her, cradling her in his lap. Snaking one arm around her, the Deatheater gently but firmly pulled her hand away from the tattered ruin of her gown letting it fall open once again. "Much better," he crooned as he entwined his fingers with hers, taking her hand with his as he cupped her heavy breast.
Hermione's breath hitched at their combined touch, a breath that was echoed by Deatheater number one who stood watching in anticipation. The Deatheater that held her pressed his mask clad face into hers then, "That is what you like, isn't it, my sweet." he hissed in her ear as he used her hand to squeeze her milky white breast once more.
Hermione unable to prevent what was happening found herself again feeling the hum of arousal as she turned her head away in shame. Not wanting to face her captor she tried to bury her face in her shoulder inhaling his musky herbal scented arm as she did so. She felt the rumble of his chest beneath her then, as his rich laughter echoed around her at her feeble attempts to hide.
"Brother, I think I will take the mudblood home with me..I'm no longer in the mood to indulge your voyeuristic ways." The Deatheater that was holding her clipped as he tightened his grip on her with one hand while using the other to point his wand indolently at his partner. "Seeing as you only want to kill her.I think I will first enjoy this ripe young thing alone.then perhaps, I will dispose of her at my leisure."
If possible, more fear gripped Hermione as she felt her world disappear from around her. In the blink of an eye, Hermione found herself upright, still held tightly against the chest of the faceless Deatheater in a wooded clearing. The sky was clear of storm clouds and only the shimmer of uncountable stars hung overhead in a moonless sky. Shaking from both the cool night air and lingering fear, Hermione made the split second decision to make one last ditched effort to regain some of her lost dignity. Reaching above her head, she tried to grasp the mask of her pursuer as she struggled to free herself, hoping to distract him by revealing who he was.
"Put your hand down, you silly girl.!" An all too familiar voice harshly reprimanded her.

A/N: I'm not sure if this considered a song fic, but it was inspired by the song "Enter Sandman" by Metallica. I will most likely put a verse from that song at the beginning of each chapter. If so inclined, please leave a review, as I am unsure whether I should continue with this. Thanks in advance..;)
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