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The End Is The Beginning Is The End	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 52609 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione was not even given a full day to recover from her ordeal.
She was given less than one hour.
Lucius dropped her onto the bed and then proceeded to drink wine, all the while watching her.
She could not get the image of Professor Trewalney out of her head. Hermione had never liked her, but that didn’t mean she deserved to die.
And like with all the others, her actions seemed to only cause more problems. Useless, and unable to help anyone.
Not even herself.
Physically and emotionally exhausted, that was what she was, and yet she still continued to cry. Amazing that she still had enough water in her body to make tears.
And she didn’t dare ask for water, no matter how thirsty she was.
Lucius’s presence beside her only increased her feelings of anxiety and fear.
You and I are going to play doctor.
They both knew he did not mean that innocently. She shuddered to even think of what he meant by those words. It seemed any kind of game he wanted to play only resulted in more pain and misery for herself.
But she was still alive.
Unlike…
The image of the professor, insisting that she should be punished for surviving, and her falling beneath the ice, and Hermione frantically trying to save her….
No one should die like that.
I should be punished...I should not be alive...
Poor Professor. It was as if she had been disposed of, sent to her death, while everyone else looked on, feeling not even a shred of remorse.
Would that be her fate some day?
And then there was Lucius. Lucius, who wouldn’t let her die. She had wanted to die too.
Rather than wait to be disposed of, tossed into the water...she would much rather end it all now.
No more fear, or anxiety...or suffering. It sounded like heaven. Just sweet, freeing, darkness.
She slowly turned her head to face him.
He reclined, comfortably ensconced in a high backed chair, and although his head was tilted to the side, she could feel his eyes on her.
When there eyes met, a small smile appeared on his face.
He idly thumbed his wine glass, ‘Tell me, how are you feeling Ms. Granger?’
She did not answer.
He laughed softly under his breath, ‘That was very silly of you. I have killed many men for far less insolence.’
She guessed he was referring to her slapping him. It had been stupid.
But it had felt really good, and if given the chance, she would do it again.
‘Why didn’t you kill me?’
He paused, and then laughed again, ‘Always asking questions. Very well. I do want that information, but I also enjoy the games we play. Few things are more gratifying then to see you beg for your miserable life, and nothing quite compares to the fear in your eyes when I enter this room. It tells me you know there will be something unpleasant in store for you.’
‘You’re sick,’ she whispered, ‘A monster.’
This made him laugh, ‘Maybe, Ms. Granger, but maybe one day you might find yourself looking forward to my visits.’
She actually gagged, the idea was so repulsive to her.
Forcing herself to swallow her own bile, she warily raised her eyes to him, and saw that he was frozen, his eyes like glass, and somehow...
She knew she had made another mistake.
He sat his wine glass down.
Uneasy, Hermione looked for an escape but saw any escape was hampered either by him being in the way or furniture.
She nervously scooted away. Not that she could get anywhere that way. The wall was behind her.
He removed his cloak and shirt, revealing his bare chest. He was deceptively lean, for his muscles stood out in the flickering candlelight.
Hermione turned her head away.
She knew he would always overpower her.
‘I have been a very bad nurse.’
She wanted to be brave, but Hermione cringed, wishing that the bed would swallow her up so that she didn’t have to be here, enduring this.
He lightly touched her calves and very gently squeezed them, ‘Does that cause you any discomfort?’
She did not answer, so he put enormous pressure on them, squeezing her left calve until she cried out in pain.
‘It hurts!’ She sobbed, trying to escape but unable to do so.
He watched her frantically struggle to get away from him, his eyes wide and fascinated by her response. Only when it seemed like the bone would break did he finally release her, ‘Very good, Ms. Granger. But I have to check the rest of you, to make sure that you did not suffer any lasting damage. To make sure you aren’t suffering from any kind of paralysis…and I can only do that, I am sad to say, by checking your pain threshold.’
He looked anything but sad. He looked to be in raptures.
Hermione sat up, though it was difficult, and she stared at him doggedly, ‘You are out of your mind and I hate you, I hate you!’
She screamed this, and was breathing heavily, her face red.
He ignored her and continued onwards, this time to her thighs. It was seconds before she began screaming.
By now she was crying loudly, but she didn’t waste her breath begging him to stop.
Her arms followed, and Hermione knew she would be black and blue in the morning.
His skin color, already pale, seemed to be even more pale, making the tell-tale signs of desire—the flush on his cheeks—even more stark.
She thought he was finished.
That maybe he would just do her and then leave.
But...
He knew how to hurt her in other places.
‘Almost finished, Ms. Granger. I just need to explore one more place. A very delicate place.’
And then he began to open her legs.
And all hell broke loose.
Hermione was not going to tolerate whatever strange kind of torture he had envisioned for her genitalia.
With a scream she kicked her legs, kicking at him, and then she threw herself off of the bed. Fear made her fast, and she quickly crawled across the floor.
The window was close.
She could jump out. Hopefully the fall would kill her—
He grabbed her from behind.
And a struggle ensued.
The only sounds in the darkness of the room was of their heavy breathing, limbs hitting limbs, and the feeble slaps of there hands as each tried to gain the upper hand over the other.
He pressed his hand against her mouth.
She bit him—and hard—causing him to hiss in pain.
He slapped her, hard enough that for a moment she was dazed, but she recovered just in time to knee him in the chest.
Momentarily free, she managed to pull herself up to a standing position and made a run for the window, for the second time.
An ice-cold anger fueled his rage. Lucius ran after her, and caught her, his arm under her chest. He lifted her off the floor and she kicked and flailed wildly.
‘Let me go! I hate you,I hate you!’
He tried to place her on the bed but for once the combination of his anger and her struggles derailed his plans.
He intended to take her on the floor but she again tried to escape, and so he shoved her against the wall. She scratched at him, ripping her nails, tearing open the skin on his throat in the process.
He hissed, and pinned her arms above her head while he fumbled between their bodies, tugging at his trousers.
Hermione’s mind was entirely blank. She wasn’t thinking. If she had been, she never would have tried to flee in the first place, she never would have hit him or done any of that.
But fear and anger and his psychological and physical abuse had caused a complete break with all reason. She continued to fight him even though it was useless.
He used his knee to pin her in place and then he let go of her arms only to dig his fingers—painfully so—into the soft flesh of her hips. She screamed in pain.
He was too focused on his goal to enjoy her screams of pain. He had her pinned against the wall, and now he was positioning his engorged cock to enter her tight pussy.
He met with resistance, and so he pulled his hips back and with one powerful thrust, he impaled her unwilling pussy on his cock.
Her entire body arched into him, and she gripped his shoulders so hard that what remained of her nails would later leave marks. The breath left her body, and for a moment dark circles and dizziness threatened to give her the brief respite of unconsciousness, but she was not so lucky.
Instinctively she hung on to him, wrapping her legs around his body, needing to hold onto something and at the same time not realizing that in doing so she was making it much easier for him to penetrate--and rape her.
Lucius adjusted his hold on her, wrapping his arms around her and grabbing her ass so that each time he pulled out, he could pull her towards him as he began to fuck her with impunity.
Hermione sobbed softly, gasping for breath each time she felt his enormous dick tear into her body.
And so he began to fuck her, hard, cruelly using her. Somewhere along the way he decided to use the wall for support and so each time he slammed into her, her back slammed against the wall.
‘DON'T,’ he slammed his cock in hard, and pulled out, ‘EVER.’ And he slammed into her so hard that her head slammed against the wall, ‘EVER.’ And he pulled out, ‘DO THAT AGAIN!’
This time he sagged against her, his chin resting on her shoulder as he dumped a load of cum into her pussy. She felt the hot warmth of his cum spread throughout her womb and released a soft sob. Surprisingly, the feeling of his release gave her some comfort. Not simply because of the warmth spreading through her but because she hoped that he would leave her alone.
As this happened, both became very, very still.
Her legs were limp, her body supported by him, and he breathed heavily, each breath stirring the damp strands of hair clinging to her cheek.
Perhaps out of spite or anger, who knew, he suddenly sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck.
She screamed in pain, pounding her little fists on his back but he hardly felt them.
He sucked, the sound loud enough to be heard over her cries of pain, not pulling back until he saw that he had left a clear mark of his possession on her body.
He slowly pulled back, but he did not leave her to fall the floor, as she expected.
He smiled nastily, ‘Ms. Granger, you and I are far from finished.’
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