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Nightmares	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The First Pensieve Memory

She found herself standing next to a pair of nearly identical Malfoys, one in silk pajamas, and one looking down at… her. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as she saw her own tear-streaked face, begging for him to let her go.
“I assume you remember this, since you mentioned the Imperius?.” The present Malfoy said tersely, his eyes locked on the memory versions of them.
“I remembered while I was sleeping. It’s been slowly coming back to me for months.” She whispered, watching as Memory Malfoy pulled out his wand, and cursed her. She watched her face go slack for an instant, and then she kept right on begging, and crying. But no tears were falling to match the forced cries.
“I’m so sorry…” She was close enough to hear the Memory Malfoy quietly repeating the apology like a mantra in between yelling out mean vicious things for the crowd’s enjoyment. It was like watching the blonde slowly split into two different people, one who was sickened by what he was doing, who wanted to stop and free her, and another that enjoyed this superiority, enjoyed hyping the gathering, and moaned loudly as he made her choke on his hardening erection. He ripped at her clothes, tearing them off, and tossed them aside, leaving her bared to the room. The pajama clad Malfoy was looking at the floor, his face pale, his hands clenched into fists. Hermione said nothing as she watched him push her roughly to the ground, and slowly took her virginity, all the while she cried and struggled against him, though not enough to hurt either of them.
“C’mon boy, you’re letting the best parts go to waste!” One of the onlookers called. Draco turned to grin superiorly at them.
“Like you’ve ever fucked anyone before, Nott.” He shot nastily at the Death Eater. The others laughed raucously, and Malfoy leaned farther over Hermione’s struggling body, grasping her bare breast in one hand, and using his other to keep her hips in place as he raped her.
“HARDER, DRACO!” Someone from the crowd called, and he obliged, his hips thrusting faster, deeper. Hermione could see the flush creeping into her duplicate’s cheeks, and feel the matching blush on her own face. There was more than an imperiused daze to her face. She could hear the wet slapping of their coupling bodies, and looked away, feeling embarrassed suddenly that her unaware self had been aroused by the rape.
“It’s not your fault, the potion she gave you...” She heard Draco whisper, and looked up to see the pajama-clad Malfoy gazing at her, looking pitying, and pained.
“Shove off.” She shot back, turning away, to look back at the scene. He was pulling her hair now, his tongue trailing up her neck, his teeth grabbing her skin, leaving bruises. Her hand came up to touch her unmarked neck, as though she would still be able to feel the blemishes he’d left on her. She watched as he finished, and pulled out, leaving her on the floor, dripping his semen as he shot one last remark at her oblivious body.
“If you’re lucky, you’ll get pregnant. It’s the only thing you’re good for.” As he stepped away from her, buttoning his pants, a few other Death Eaters stepped forward for their turns.
“Don’t be too rough. I want to keep her around for awhile; not sure when the next warm hole will be so available.” He said, with a nasty smirk down at her shaking body. He stood with the others, watching as they took turns with her, each seemed to be more rough than the last.
And the watching Hermione knew that he was directing her responses as though she were still aware of their abuse.
When Bellatrix stepped forward, they both flinched, and Hermione felt her stomach turn as she grabbed the Death Eater fucking her face, and redirected him, waving her wand at Hermione, so she lifted into the air, the chains rearranging so they hung from the ceiling, lifting her arms above her, and leaving her defenseless as one Death Eater grabbed her legs, and the other moved behind her.
“Oh, no…” Hermione moaned, watching as her counterpart screamed, and thrashed harder, real tears falling again. She could see more blood, but Bellatrix didn’t seem to be done yet. She took one of the hanging Hermione’s breasts in her mouth, and bit hard, keeping her face in place as the young body tried to pull away, still screaming. The breast seemed to pull painfully taut, and then, Hermione went limp, seeming to pass out from the pain. She looked over to see a flash of misery cross the controlling Draco’s face before he replaced it with a look of disappointment.
“Aww, I can’t keep it up if she’s limp!” Said the death eater behind the hanging Hermione, moving away, and summoning a towel to wipe himself clean with.
“I can!” Said the one holding her legs, and he kept right on at it until he finished, letting her legs fall to the ground, leaving her limp body alone with Bellatrix.
“Aww, poor Mudblood. Had enough?” She slapped the limp Hermione across the face, hard. Her head snapped back, but she stayed out. Hermione held her breath as Bellatrix drew her wand, a look of anger overtaking her face.
“Wait, Aunt Bella, don’t kill her.” Draco stepped forward again. “I said I wanted to keep her a while. Killing her while she’s unconscious would be too easy. I wonder, how long can a Mudblood stay sane as my plaything?” His face made Hermione tremble with terror. His tone and expression left no room for doubt that she would suffer.
“Fine!” Bellatrix huffed, and stalked away, pushing through the crowd, and cursing under her breath. The crowd slowly dispersed as Malfoy stood staring at her with a look of satisfaction, and hate. Hermione watched as he moved closer to her as he was left alone, his mask falling, and his face worried as he pulled out his wand, and waved it, moving the chains to the ground, forcing her to lie naked on the cold stones, with a sick white puddle growing under her. Her thighs had already started to crust with the drying blood-tinted semen, and more had smeared across her stomach, and was even on her face; every way they could have violated her, they had.
Malfoy waved his wand over her again, cleaning her of fluids, and summoning a cloth that wrapped around her, forming a simple silk nightgown.
“Why not just unchain me, and let me escape?” Hermione shot venomously at Malfoy, who was watching his own ministrations.
“They’d have killed us both.” Draco answered solemnly, waving his wand, as another memory swirled around them. She was slumped on the floor in the same spot, but Bellatrix stood over her, wand in hand, shooting small sparks of magic at her limp form, each one eliciting a scream from the unconscious body. Malfoy had just entered the room, and was wandering over almost bored-like. Hermione watched in horror as he made Bellatrix stop, just to wake her up, and rape her again, in front of his Aunt, who added all sorts of suggestions, and even tried joining in, until Malfoy seemed to finish, and waved his wand, cleaning her again.
“If it matters at all, I didn’t actually do anything, that time. I was faking it.” The Malfoy beside her said, looking as though he personally thought it was just as bad.
“I-” Hermione stopped short of telling him she thought he was awful for not helping her escape anyway, and instead watched as he helped her stand, detached the chains from the walls, and led her off, even though she seemed to be trying to fight, and get away the whole time. He’d spouted some reason for wanting to treat her as his personal slave, but she realized that he’d just rescued her from Bellatrix’s further torture. The pair followed their duplicates up the stairs, and into a plush room, where Malfoy removed the chains altogether, and lifted her in his arms, whispering things she couldn’t hear.
“What are you saying?” Hermione asked, turning to the real one.
“I think I was apologising for not being able to save you sooner. I was sent away, for a week and a half. You were on that floor, with all of them, for-” He choked off, turning away, and Hermione stepped closer to where he’d laid her on the bed, leaning in to hear what he was whispering.
“-sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t leave you again, I promise. You’re safe.” She stepped back, shocked, and stared from one Malfoy to the other. She’d never seen him so remorseful, or so caring. She hadn’t really thought him capable of such feelings, until she saw with her own eyes the way he washed her face, dressed her in a clean nightgown, and tucked her into his bed, leaving her to sleep as he sank into a chair, and buried his face in his palms, finally able to let himself cry. And he did cry. The standing Malfoy raised his wand, and the memory swirled away, leaving them standing in the same room, where Bellatrix had just burst in, and was staring in horror at the girl sleeping in her nephew’s bed. Draco was asleep sitting at a desk, torso slumped over the wooden frame.
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