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Death Eater\'s TOY	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11187 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I do not profit from this story.

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Chapter One – Death Eater Punishment

Draco was quickly escorted from the school after watching his former elderly Headmaster fall from the Astronomy Tower dead. He was killed at the hands of Snape, which meant that Draco had failed to complete the task given to him by the Dark Lord. He had managed to fix the damn cabinet in the Room of Hidden Things, he had let Death Eaters into the school, and even pointed his wand at the sickly looking man, but in the end he failed to cast the killing curse. The Dark Lord had given him the mission to redeem his fallen family because of his father’s failures, but in the end he turned out to be just as much of a failure. He looked upon the gates of his childhood home. He was forced into the purple painted Drawing room where the Dark Lord sat upon a high throne. Snape forced Draco into a kneeling bow before the man, as he played his role. The only thing Draco was think was that he had every right to not trust the man because he was now being handed over to the Dark Lord for punishment. He could only hope that whatever his punishment was, it wouldn’t end in his or his family’s death as the man had threatened. Draco looked down refusing to look the red eyed monster in the face.

The man’s low hissing voice sounded, “Draco, you failed me and your family. However, since Snape carried out your mission for you, I shall spare you life.” Draco heard light footsteps come from the form but still couldn’t look up. A hissing sounded right next to his ear, “But you’re such a pretty boy. I’m sure I can find ways for you to make it up to me.”

The grey eyed teen didn’t have time to process what he meant before feeling the man’s hands on him. He was wrenched up into a standing position. He looked at his feet, as the man’s voice boomed into the crowd assembled, “The young Malfoy here will receive his punishment and I want you all to see what happens to those who don’t follow orders.” Draco was shoved and his back hit the wall knocking all the air out of him, but he didn’t have the luxury to catch his breath.

The boy soon had something cold and slimy shoved into his mouth. The man commanded, “Suck.” Draco had his eyes closed tightly not wanting to think about what was in his mouth. He tried to treat it like a lollipop, but it would’ve been a bile flavored one. The man taunted, “Apparently you even suck at that!” The man muttered something and shoved his head down to where he was choking on what was in his mouth. When his jaw started to crack and he tasted blood, the boy realized that the dark wizard had cast an enlarging spell, but the thought disappeared when it was violently yanked from his throat and mouth. He was pulled up by his ear and forced to face the stone wall. His mind was racing wondering what was going to happen next, but whatever horrible thoughts that came to mind paled in comparison to what happened.

However, once he felt his pants magically undo themselves and fall to the floor, fear filled him. The blonde was considered very attractive and he did have his fair share of females throwing themselves at him. However, he ignored all of them while he concentrated on his task. He didn’t have time for a relationship. Since he thought he was too young for physical activates, he had yet to be with one. He kept his eyes closed knowing that when the Dark Lord was done with him, no self respecting woman would be willing to touch him. He was being marked as a toy, and once marked one could never regain their self respect within Death Eater circles.

His mind quickly fluttered toward a curly haired angel. The compassionate fighter of the downtrodden and he knew that not even the muggleborn would consider him after his Dark Lord was done with him. His mind continued to focus on her, as if just the image of the purity the Gryffindor Princess, would wipe away the filth being forced upon him. Then her face twisted into the one of disgust she wore before punching him in their third year. All hope dwindled and he fought back the tears, as he could no longer escape from the situation.

His broken jaw prevented him from biting down to avoid the whimpers of pain from escaping his throat followed by strangled screams. His throat still felt like it was on fire, and he didn’t know if the snake previously shoved down it left his vocal cords damaged. His tightly clinched eyes filled with white hot pain, as the man trusted his enlarged rod into his unprepared exit. Once the blood allowed lubrication, the pain gave way to disgust. The man’s cold laughter filled his ears as he slumped to the cold stone floor. His home was now marked with his own rape, but Draco was in too much pain to think clearly. He soon embraced the emotionless blackness of unconsciousness.

Narcissa managed to keep her cool mask intact, as she knew it was the only way to save her son. Her heart ached from witnessing the torture and rape of her only son, but she wasn’t allowed to shed a tear because it would draw further attention to her family. She was fortunate enough to be a seer and knew that her son’s suffering wouldn’t last forever. She could see the bright light of hope that lay in the most unlikely of places. She would do what she could to lesson her son’s suffering until he could get back to Hogwarts and quickly away from those who wish him harm.

The red eyed monster, she was forced to serve because of her stupid husband, turned toward her as her son collapsed unconscious on the floor. “Narcissa, you will take your son to the guest room and chain him to the bed. You may heal him, but only because I want him in prime condition to please me further.” He turned toward her crazy eyed sister, “Bella, darling do escort your sister and give her some privacy as she attends to unconscious son. Just make sure you check his confinements before you leave him. I wouldn’t want any oversights and anything to happen to my shiny new toy.”

Narcissa felt a lead weight in her stomach as she cradled her far too thin son into her arms. She knew her newly turned seventeen year old son should never be so light that she could carry him. She knew the task he was given placed far too much stress on him. She fought her desire to kiss his forehead because to show such love would be considered weakness within her present company. When they reached the guest room, she left her sister on the outside and cast all of the proper wards to keep anyone from entering or hearing while she fixed him up. She reached into her extended pockets and took out the bruising balms, the dreamless sleep potion, blood replenishment potion, and everything else she needed. Sometimes being a seer was a curse because every now and then horrible things had to happen before things could get better.

“My dragon, I’m so sorry that you have to suffer like this.” She whispered as tears formed in her eyes and pointed her wand at him casting the needed healing spells. She set and healed his fractured jaw. She cast healing spells on the damaged parts of his body before pouring the needed potions down his throat. She dressed him after applying the necessary balms and wished that Snape had the throat healing potion already prepared. Part of her knew that her son was supposed to remain nude, but she didn’t want to leave him so vulnerable. She wanted to do everything in her power to protect him, even though she knew her sister would probably remove them as soon as she left the room.

“No matter how bad things get my little dragon, please remember that Mummy loves you. A man like the Dark Lord can never understand the strength and power of a mother’s love. It’s what weakened him before, and it will surely be his end for it’s something he so thoroughly underestimates. I see your love and I know she can see it too. She will be there to pick you up when I cannot.” She kissed his forehead before making sure the manacles were closed around his wrists. She left the room knowing that her sister would make sure he was properly secure. She managed to keep her tears in until she reached her suite. She wasn’t going anywhere near her husband because he was responsible for all of it. She collapsed to her bed and shook with tears as soon as all of the wards were up.

He awoke the next day healed, but also chained to a bedpost. Draco looked around scared. He recognized the guest room as the one that the Dark Lord used while he stayed at the manor. His heart sped up as he remembered the torture he was put through. He couldn’t imagine suffering from it again. The chain was long enough to allow him to pull his arms in front of him. He looked at his left wrist and noticed the marking he hoped wouldn’t be there. It was a simple black branding that had three capital letters that spelt TOY. He couldn’t stop the sobs that erupted from the deepest depths of his chest causing his shoulders to shake. He knew the mark meant that when the Dark Lord was done with him, any member of the Inner Death Eater Circle would be able to use him anyway they saw fit.

His head snapped up as the door creaked open. His jaw was still sore, but at least someone had repaired the bone. His eyes widened, as he recognized the figure of his Aunt Bella. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing in the room with him. He tried to speak but his throat was too sore and his attempt only came out as a strangled whisper. Her voice came out like she was taunting a baby, “Oh Draco, you’ve fallen so far. If you had only you had killed him like you were supposed to. Instead you showed your true colors, but I’m not complaining. I always found your father attractive. I get to see what it would’ve been like to be with him through you. You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

He shook his head ‘no’ because he knew his voice wasn’t working. Her heavy lidded grey eyes only gleamed with mischief. She pushed him back on the bed and it was then that he realized he was nude underneath the blankets. He sadly remembered that toys weren’t allowed clothing when they were in their mistress or master’s bedroom. He tried to hide the fear induced trembles his traitorous body displayed. She pushed him to the bed and soon the chain was shortened, so his hands were restrained behind his head. He couldn’t fight back if he tried. Bile rose in his throat as she peppered his exposed chest with kisses. She pulled down the blanket and he lay before her in his nude glory. Her eyes were full of lust, which only filled him with more disgust. He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at her while she did what she wanted with him. He knew that his parents loved him, but they were powerless. Once he was marked a toy by the Dark Lord, there was nothing they could do to protect him. He heard her cackle, “Crucio.” It was the only warning he received before his body was filled with a hot fire. It felt like he was burning from the inside out. He convulsed on the bed and pleaded with the universe to make it stop. He was never one who enjoyed pain, he was never a masochist. The pain stopped and her voice commanded, “You will open your eyes and you will keep them open. You will be an active participant in this. I want to enjoy it.”

Draco opened his eyes, but he stared at the wall behind her. He didn’t want to be there at that moment. He didn’t want to think about what his life had become. He didn’t like how it felt to be the victim. He didn’t like feeling pain, but then she touched him down there. He filled with more disgust because he was responding to her well executed touch. His member grew hard and he was filled with excruciating pressure when she stopped touching it. He needed release; he needed her to do more. He heard his broken voice whisper, “Please.”

The woman smirked and sing songed, “I told you, you’d enjoy it.” Soon her dry and loose walls clamped down on him. The feeling only added to his emotions. She rocked and moved up and down him like sandpaper. He felt like his penis was being grated; however the friction was also giving him the release he needed. He only hoped it would be over soon. He felt sweat bead on his forehead and soon he managed a whispered moan before letting go. She quickly hopped off him and chuckled, “I’ve warmed you up. Our lord will be joining you shortly. I hope you enjoyed your time with me because you’ll beg for unconsciousness when he’s done with you.”

Draco didn’t notice that he was crying until he felt the water slipping down his cheeks. He felt horrible already. His virginity had been taken by the leader of the Death Eaters and his own Aunt. He knew he was worthless and now he only hoped that they weren’t taking it out on his parents. He was a disgrace. He didn’t have much time to think because the door quickly opened. He was quickly flipped around. His eyes were filled with the same white blinding pain before the welcomed darkness overwhelmed him.

Hermione shot up in her bed with sweat slipping down her forehead. She couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going through her mind. She looked around the Sixth Year Girls dormitory and quickly remembered the events of the night before. Dumbledore was dead, Snape killed him, the eldest Weasley brother was in the hospital and she was busy dreaming about the physical, sexual, and mental torture of the Slytherin ferret. What the hell was wrong with her? She understood that she always had a large heart and cared about the downtrodden, but Malfoy was nothing but the bane of her existence for the longest time. Sure she started developing concern for him when she noticed his sickly appearance. She noticed that he wasn’t as present and willing to bully them as he had in the past. She was angry at Harry when she found out that he’d used an unknown spell on him in the Sixth Floor Boy’s Loo.

She sighed as she climbed out of bed. She knew that there was much she would have to face and she was sad that the old headmaster was gone. Their side needed him to help fend off Voldemort. She knew that they would be leaving soon to finish what Harry and Dumbledore started, however she couldn’t help but wonder if things would’ve been better had Dumbledore lived. She climbed into the shower and couldn’t shake the horrible images from her dreams. She would’ve brushed it off as just a dream, but she remembered the sadness in his mother’s eyes and the statement that she was a seer. Was it possible that Narcissa was a Seer? She always felt that divination was a total crock, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that true seers existed. She knew that she would be spending her morning before the funeral in the library researching the Black family and whether or not they have a history of seers. Of course if there was a seer in their ancestry, she knew it didn’t make Narcissa one.

The tears that slipped from the young Malfoy’s eyes caused something to clench in her gut. He already looked so broken and he hadn’t been branded a Toy for but a day. She rubbed her temple and reminded herself that it was just a dream. It wasn’t likely anything that just something from her subconscious mind, but something told her she should at least talk to Neville about it. He would be at Hogwarts in the fall no matter what happened because of Pureblood status. She nodded and decided it was best to have Neville look out for Draco. If what she had dreamed was actually happening, Neville would be the best candidate to help him if he returned to Hogwarts.

The next time he awoke, he was in his own bed. Part of him thought that it might’ve been just a dream until he saw the word branded on his left wrist. A House Elf popped in and advised him that he was expected in the Drawing Room in ten minutes as a meeting was about to begin. He quickly dressed and found a spot open at the table next to his mother. He noticed the unconscious woman suspended and levitated above the table. He couldn’t help but stare at her knowing that he wasn’t the only one being tortured at Death Eater’s hands. He only responded when he had to and refused to look the man in the eye. When he took his father’s wand, Draco’s last hope of protection was snatched from him. The meeting flew by and soon he was forced up against the wall before the Inner Circle to remind everyone of his new status. This time other Inner Circle members took him after the Dark Lord. Ten people had plunged into him before his legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor. His screams and cries were only almost silent whispers. He lay on the floor in a heap of pain but the unconsciousness wouldn’t come. He didn’t want to know what was going to happen next, but the meeting was over and he was being levitated to his room. As soon as his head hit the pillow, the tears leaked out of his eyes simply because he lacked the strength to hold them back.

He shook with fear as he noticed Professor Snape was the one who’d levitated him. He couldn’t handle being violated another time that night especially not from his godfather, a man he knew his whole life, and trusted. He was surprised he still had enough energy to remain awake. His voice came out in a strangled whisper, “Please don’t Professor. I know I’m a failure but I can’t take anymore tonight. You can have me tomorrow if you want.” More sobs shook him.

Snape raised an eyebrow and his calm drawl barely hid his disgust, “I wouldn’t want you. I’ve come to give you some healing potions before you went back to sleep. I think you need one for your vocal cords. How long has your voice been like that?”

Draco broken whisper sounded, “Since the night we escaped from Hogwarts.”

The man handed him a potion, “Drink this.” He then left the boy alone in his room as his billowing robes flew behind him.

Draco tried to stay in his room as much as possible for the rest of the summer. He didn’t want to make himself too accessible for his new position within the Inner Circle. Just thinking about what he’d experienced in the past couple of months left him sick to his stomach. The only thing that gave him hope was the fast approaching first day of his Seventh Year. He hoped that things would be different within the familiar walls of Hogwarts. He was so frightened and he was already turning into a monster at the hands of the Inner Circle. He was forced to torture another Death Eater with the Cruciatus Curse because Harry Potter had escaped them. Of course after it was all over he had another dose of pain at the Dark Lord’s hands, those cold, clammy, snake-like hands that had an unnatural aura about him. Every time he was touched by that man, he felt as though a dark residue was left. No matter how much he tried to scrub, he still felt it there.

His dreams continued to be haunted by a brown eyed goddess. Every night she seemed to smile down at him from the stars and promised salvation. He continued to question if he was eligible to receive her forgiveness. He shook his head and reminded himself that they were only dreams. His subconscious mind was trying to find strength and hope to go on. He was dreaming of her because she represented everything he aspired to become, and she represented everything for which he hoped. He hoped that her brains would assist Harry Potter and the other dunderhead to defeat the Dark Lord. He wanted to see the snake posing as a man, or was it a man posing as a snake, fall. He had no desire to serve the man, and he was never loyal to him. He believed the fallacy that he was given the task because he was chosen for it. He honestly believed that he was chosen because of his character and because they were sure that he would succeed. He was beyond naive and over his head. He was chosen as a punishment for his father, and no one believed in his ability. He wanted to lash out and punch something for his idiocy. If only he had gone to the light side sooner, then maybe he would be somewhere else. He wouldn’t be some Death Eater plaything. He dug his fingers into the wallpapered stone walls, while he tempted to rein in his emotions. He wanted to completely trash his room but instead he looked over at his open trunk. He still needed to pack and he didn’t trust the house elves with it.

He sighed as he stood by his trunk and packed his belongings for the final year at Hogwarts. He knew that with the war brewing and the Death Eaters having control of Hogwarts, the year didn’t look too promising. He was falling faster and faster each day, and there wouldn’t be anyone there to catch him. He already knew that Pansy wouldn’t touch him because her father was close with the Death Eaters and would’ve told her about his new status. She wouldn’t want to be with someone like him. He had to face the fact that no one in his house would want to have anything to do with him, and he’d already alienated himself from all of the other houses. He was looking forward to a very lonely year, but he hoped that he’d be safer there. He hoped that he wouldn’t have to worry about being someone’s toy while in school. Then he remembered the Carrow brother and sister would be professors, and they were both aware of his new status. Would they just replace Bella and the Dark Lord? A cold shiver ran up his spine, tears formed in his eyes at the dismal prospect, and he hoped they wouldn’t.

A/N: I know this is a very weird idea but it came to me the other night. I guess we’ll see how it plays out. I don’t know how much effort I can put toward this fiction as I have two others going at the same time. I’ve gotten writer’s block with one and the other is a little too light hearted. I needed another dark story to make up for finishing Just Let Me Die. I think this one will fill those requirements. Please tell me what you think; it might be a bit before I’m able to post the next chapter. I have previously posted this fiction on another site but removed it because it violated their TOS. I originally rushed through this story because I lost interest halfway through and made Granger too OOC, so I am rewriting this and adding more. Since I’m posting this while rewriting it, I do not know how quickly I’ll update. However, I’m also planning on making it longer than previously.
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