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To Kill A Swan	By : Dylan_Harper Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 25060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, the original story, or the Harry Potter fandom. This is a creation of my imagination and meant for fun alone, I do not make any money off of this. Any resemblance to real people or story lines is pure c

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Hello everyone, just in case some of you were wondering, yes, there was another story with the same name and similar plot line. No, this is not copying off of them as I am the original writer. I wrote it almost a year ago. I had to take a break but now I'm back with better inspiration. With my friend's approval, I deleted the story I had up with the intention of bringing it to my own page. When I first started writing this story I wasn't at all confident with my writing or the content of the story itself. Now I am. And for those of you who stuck through the rambling, reward yourself with a cookie. I hope you all enjoy the rewritten version of To Kill A Swan!

Love always, Mnemosyne

CHAPTER ONE
This was a different world from the one Hermione had been accustomed to. Voldemort had won. So many people had died in the war already. She had no idea how many, she only knew what she had heard on the radio before she was captured. Ron had died in front of her. Now she was a prisoner in an unknown location. Her only nourishment was rotten bread and dirty water a guard would bring her twice a week. At first she would devour whatever they gave her, but after a few weeks of starving for days she didn’t get food, she learned to spread out when she ate and nibbling when she did eat. It was just enough to keep her alive and weak.
About three weeks into her ‘stay’, they came for her. Hermione knew they were Death Eaters because of their robes, but also because of their sadistic nature. The first time they came, she fought. She fought so hard, they beat her senseless instead of fulfilling their original goal. They had broken her collarbone, a couple of ribs, and her nose. A week later, they had come back. Her bruises were healing, but so was her will. She fought again and this time, they crushed her hand and strangled her until she passed out. This went on for another month, her fighting, before she finally stopped fighting.
That’s when they started raping her. Whenever Hermione had read police reports about rape before the war, it always seemed to her like a ‘one-and-done’ situation. They would attack their victim, rape them, then leave them before they were able to identify them. This was different. They already had a system to keep her disoriented. They would knock her back with a curse, blind her with a spell, then deafen her with another one. The silence was always the worst part of the beatings. She would scream and scream but feel like nobody could hear her.
Once they started raping her it was worse. They would disorient her, then they would rip her clothes off and just look at her. At least, she assumed they were just looking at her. For what felt like too long, she would be nowhere; the only thing holding her to reality, the feel of stone under her feet. Naked and cold, any time she tried to cover herself, her arms would be ripped away from her body.
That’s when they would start their assault. She could never tell how many there were. Sometimes it seemed like only three, and then sometimes it felt like 15. Hands everywhere, touching her, grabbing her, pinching and squeezing her roughly. Some forced their cocks in her mouth, choking her with her own saliva as they blocked her airways, others thought they were being kind by shoving their dry fingers inside her. At first they had tried to get her to join, but when she didn’t, they gave up and became even more rough. She screamed when she could, hoping a guard might come by and help her, but they never did.
Every day it seemed like they came, shoving their cocks in as many orifices as they could. The more they came, the less she screamed for help, losing all hope that she would ever be saved.
After five months of being raped and tortured day after day, it stopped. That’s when He came. She had been curled up in the corner of her cell, waiting for the men to come; they always came. The door to her cell creeks open, the warm light of the torch slowly sliding up her body. She knew someone was there when the warmth disappeared but the door wasn’t closing. She laid still, knowing that whoever it was would take her whether she liked it or not, and the bruises and such from the rapes weren’t nearly as bad as the broken bones and injuries she had gotten from the beatings for fighting.
“Hello Granger.”
Hermione’s teeth went on edge, the voice sending shivers up her spine. She knew that voice. The ice in it belonged to a silver-eyed blond who reveled in the torture and misfortune of others. Even after her seven months of torture, his voice still made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end in fear. She sat up, slowly looking up to confirm what her heart already knew.
Draco Malfoy.
When she didn’t move, he came closer. He roughly moved her so she was standing up, the movement causing an immense amount of pain. How was that possible? She had been through over six months of being beaten and brutalized every day. How was him jerking her around so painful? She hissed from the pain, the reaction itself causing pain to reverberate through her throat, as if she hadn’t spoken in months.
Malfoy slammed her back against the cell wall, “Speak when you are spoken to, Mudblood. When your Master greets you, you return the greeting. Now say it!” He practically shouted the command, making her jump and try to cower. When she said nothing out of fear of him and of pain she would undoubtedly feel from speaking, he back-handed her hard.
The force turned her head sharply, causing her to see stars. She could feel a bruise already forming.
He snapped her face back to his, gripping her chin tightly.
“I’ve sat on the sidelines far too long, Mudblood. It’s time I got fair share of my property.”
What in Merlin’s name was he talking about? Sitting on the sidelines? Fair share of his property? So she was his slave then, she guessed that made sense. She was The Chosen One’s best friend, the brains of the operation, valuable to Harry and the Order. If she was going to be anybody’s slave, it would be his. He wasn’t in charge, but he was among Voldemort’s Inner Circle.
Malfoy started to grab and squeeze her body, pinning her against the wall of her cell. He bit at her skin, leaving marks wherever he went. He ripped off her clothes, quickly subduing any fight she put up as he continued his crusade. Before long, she felt him unbutton his trousers, pushing them far enough away that he could pull out his large cock. Without any warning, he spun her around and forced her up against the cell wall before plunging into her.
She screamed at the pain, knocked off guard by how much it hurt. She felt a warm liquid sliding down her legs; was that blood? How was that possible? She hadn’t been a virgin since the first time they had raped her. He slammed into her hard, making the pain worse. More blood slid down her legs as she tried to understand what was happening.
He continued to ram into her, hard and fast, letting her scream in pain. This was different. So different than when the others had been there. Not just the pain, but the fact that he hadn’t blinded her, hadn’t deafened her. Almost as if he wanted her perfectly aware.
Her mind started to race. Why would he want her aware? Why had he had enough of standing on the sidelines today of all days? What was special about today? If she was going to figure that out, she needed to figure out what was supposed to happen that day that he felt was necessary to avoid. Today was feeding day. Was that significant? She couldn’t see how, all she got was rotting bread and dirty water. Dirty water. She had always thought it was dirty because of its murky color and poor taste, but it had never been grainy or had silt in it. Always smooth, disgusting but smooth. When she had concocted her schedule for food and water, she had decided to take a drink of water in the morning and food before she went to sleep to spread them out.
That’s when Hermione realized. When the men had first started coming, it was always the worst the day of and following her feeding days and they rarely came in the day or two preceding feeding day, only when she had managed to save some water and made it last until the next feeding day. What if the water wasn’t really water?
Hermione was then suddenly and forcefully brought back to the present when he started rubbing her in ways that made her feel pleasure instead of pain. Malfoy’s fingers rubbed at her hardening clitoris, playing with her nipples which went hard at his touch. His pace never faltered, every thrust brisk and bruising, but now it was different. She was getting pleasure from not only from his hands, but him forcefully shoving his cock inside her.
She was feeling pleasure when she had always felt pain, and He knew it. It was almost as if Malfoy was in her head, hearing all of her thoughts. He knew exactly where to move and when, biting down hard on her shoulder as his brutal pace continued.
Malfoy’s pace soon became more sporadic, signaling his release. Before he came, however, he pulled out of her pussy and shoved hard and fast into her arse, spilling rope after rope of his cum inside her, her scream of a mixture of pain and pleasure falling on deaf ears.
Before he threw her on the ground, he growled in her ear, “I knew it was only a matter of time before I broke you. All it took was some patience.” He left her cell quickly, readjusting himself as he went, delving her cell back into darkness.
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