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Plaything	By : Malfoywhore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 23706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Plaything

Rating: R/ NC-17

Pairing: HG/LM, HG/SS

Warning: Darkfic, Non-consensual.

Summary: The plot of this fic comes from Amanuensis' "A Spell to Turn Tigers to
Butter", available here: http://www.restrictedsection.org/load/story.shtml?/10/aspell.html.
They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Her story centers on Harry who is
given to both Lucius and Severus as a pet. The story is brilliant and I couldn't help but
wonder what it would be like for Hermione under the same circumstances so I've
placed her into Lucius' and Severus' clutches. Let's see what happens. . .

~*Severus*~
I'm obsessed.

There's no other explanation for my behavior. Somehow, this slip of a girl has
managed to turn my life upside down. She's all I bloody think about. Right now, she is
curled beside me in my bed. The potion I gave her will ensure that she doesn't awaken
until morning. I'm grateful, if only for the opportunity to evaluate my options. Lucius
and I can not go on as we have.

I could simply give her up but I discard that notion as soon as it comes to mind.
Right now, I simply can not do without her. I could petition the Dark Lord for the sole
right to her but I doubt he would grant my request. He would consider it an affront
that I even approached him on the matter and probably kill her to discipline me. The
only other option I have is to make Lucius an offer. I fervently hope he excepts. If not. .
.well, I shall only cross that bride when I must.

Hermione has shifted in her sleep and she burrows her head in my shoulder.
Even now, I want her again. I should have known that getting a taste of her would only
increase my hunger. She'd been a preoccupation of mine from the start. She'd been the
subject of countless fevered dreams. Now that I have her, I refuse to give her up.

Voldemort's war is coming to a close. The very last stronghold is the Minster of
Magic. My pet was able to fill us in on some of their defenses as well as Harry Potter's
location at the Ministry. Very soon, we will attack and Potter will be killed. My
conscience still pains me at times but I prefer the small ache to the torture and death
that awaited me at the hands of the Dark Lord's minions had I made a stand with
Dumbledore. Voldemort will not rest until he has the entire Wizarding World at his
feet. I, too, have always hungered for power but I've never had taste for death and
destruction. I know that the Dark Lord will want to tie up any loose ends after Potter's
death and my pet might very well be one of those ends. It is my hope that I can
persuade him that she is no threat. . .which isn't far from the truth. She has been
brought low by this war and, despite my accusations earlier this evening, she is no
longer capable of aiding the resistance. Hopefully, it will amuse my liege to see one of
Potter's friend as a permanent sex slave and he will let her live.

Later that morning, I stood in Lucius' bedroom. The girl lay at our feet with her
head down. "I have some business to discuss with you," I say as casually as possible.

He watches me curiously but inclines his head. "And that would be?"

I keep my face impassive as I say, "Lucius, we both know that this arrangement
isn't working for either of us. I thought that one of us might take over complete
ownership of the girl. I'm prepared to make you an offer."

"And why should I be the one to give her up?" Lucius asks as he glances down at
her. "Bed slaves are hard to come by these days."

"She is more suited to my tastes," I point out. "You have *particular* needs.
Surely you could find a more appropriate sort of girl in Knockturn Alley."

"I assure you that she is perfectly capable of catering to my needs," Lucius says
with a smirk.

"Let's be reasonable," I try again. "The others would laugh if they saw us,
haggling over a common whore."

She flinches at that title but wisely says nothing.

A muscle in his jaw works as he realizes the truth of that statement. "Fine, I'll
make you an offer. Name your price."

"Name yours," I counter.

We both stare at one another then. Stalemate.

"Then, we shall continue on as we have," Lucius says, eyes dropping to his pet
for the day. "You know the way out, Severus."

~*Lucius*~

"What did you do to persuade him to buy you?" I ask as she kneels at my feet.

"Nothing, master," my pet says, watching my warily.

I don't believe that for a minute. Severus has never been one to throw money
around. I'm furious at his attempt to take her from me. . . .furious that I hadn't thought
of it first. . .furious that she might have asked for her freedom from me.

"Did you tell him you hated it here? Play on his sympathies, perhaps?"

"No, my lord," she denies. "I had no idea what he was going to."

"I see. And did you hope I would accept?"

"Please don't ask me that," she says softly, tears in her eyes.

I'm pleased by her answer. "Ah, because you hoped I wouldn't?"

"No!" she denies. "I-"

"Don't bother to deny it, girl. I can see it on your face," I interrupt, my anger
receding in the wake of her unintentional confession. "Go lay down on my bed."

She obediently lays herself out on the bed and I follow her, watching with greedy
eyes as she automatically spreads herself for me. I pull a long black box from
underneath the bed. "It just so happens that I have a present for you."

"A present?" she repeats, her eyes lighting up.

The tiniest things bring her joy. I smile indulgently. "Well, its really a present
for me but you're going to wear them."

I open it to reveal a set of silver chains purchased from one of the finest fetish
shops in Paramour Alley. The links are delicately made and the cuffs themselves are
padded so as not to cause unnecessary injury. "You want to put me in chains?" she
whispers, her eyes filling with tears. Her hand shakes as she touches one cuff.

"Yes," I snap, irritated by the small flash of pity that her expression wrung from
me. "And that's all that matters here, girl. . .my wants. My needs. My desires."

I set the chains on the foot of my bed. She lays sprawled on the counterpane
while I fasten the cool silver to her left ankle. I'm already aroused and I've barely
touched her. She makes no protest but watches my progress. I hook the excess chain
around a poster of the bed and then fasten the cuff on her other ankle. Then I move to
the head of the bed and fasten her right wrist. and slide the chain through the head
board before fastening her left wrist. "Tug on them."

She does so, the metal clinking slightly as she struggles. "Very good." I pocket
the key. My hands are shaking as I step back from her to view my handiwork. She is
completely at my mercy.

Unable to help myself, I trail my fingers over her hip. I can't ever remember
wanting someone so badly. I pinch the soft skin there, shuddering when I see a small
bruise appear. I'm overly fond of leaving marks on her. She is a delicate creature,
graceful in her submission and her pain is truly beautiful to behold.

I'm obsessed.

She's like a drug and I crave her beyond all reason. I realize now that I will never
willingly let her go. She has captivated me without even really trying. Something must
be done about Severus. . .but not right now.

I pullilloillow from the head of the bed and shove it under her hips. My eyes
slide to her tender sex, so exposed on the blue pillow. "I know you want me to taste
you."

"No, I-"

"Shhh. . .your body betrays you every time girl."

She gasps in a breath and I can see a hot denial coming to her lips but her nipples
have already hardened. There's a bit of telltale moisture between her thighs. "Hush
now."

At first, I just knelt between her thighs, gazing into that welco cle cleft. My
fingers graze the puffy lips and she trembles at my touch. My fingers slide between
them to touch the tender kernel of nerves and she bucks her hips. I bring my fingers to
my lips and hold her eyes as I slide them in my mouth. She is deliciously sweet and
honeyed for me already. Unable to wait any longer, I brace my hands on her hipbones
and bend my mouth to her sex. She is velvety smooth against my tongue as I lap at her.
She trembles and vocalizes little "oh's" at my ministrations. I should have done this
sooner. My little pet begins to rock her hips against me, seeking the right amount of
friction for climax so I stop. What can I say? I'm a sadist.

"Beg me," I demand.

She opens her eyes dazedly, her hips are automatically lifting up to me - offering
herself. But I can be patient.

She takes in a breath. "Please?"

"Please what?" I say silkily, idly tracing one swollen lip of her sex.

"Oh! Please, master. Please-"

"Say my name."

"Please Lucius," she whines as my fingers dip into her warmth, teasing.

"I will. . .later," I say smoothly, enjoying the way her eyes try to focus on me. I
reluctantly pull my fingers from her body and pull a gag from my pocket. "We just
need one more thing to make this perfect. Raise your head." I place the silken gag
between her lips and tie it off behind her head. Her head lolls to the side as she lays
back on the bed. "I have to go to a meeting for the Dark Lord's highest-ranking Death
Eaters. You will stay here - aroused, bound, and gagged. Awaiting my pleasure."

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head slightly. . . protesting being left so
vulnerable, no doubt. "Don't worry, girl. I shouldn't be gone more than a couple of
hours." I chuckle as she furiously shakes her head and I Apparrate. . .leaving her alone
in my bedchamber.

A/N: Thank you all for your wonderful feedback and kind words. I don't have time to
do individual thank yous this time but please know that I value your feedback. . .it
keeps me going. Expect Draco's POV next - after all Hermione's in a precarious
position.
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