sekkoon

CHAPTER 4

::::The haunting dreams continued throughout Hermione’s nap.

Hermione awoke to several slaps across her face, each stinging harder on her bruised flesh.

“Wake up pretty little Mudblood… It’s time to kill itsy bitsy Potter, and I want you to watch, because if you survive the torture I will bestow upon you soon for your lies, I want to make sure that you tell everyone, as the only witness of course, that I, Lucious Malfoy, killed The Harry James Potter.

Hermione shivered.

“No one will care. No one will know. Voldemort is dead. The war is over! We won.” Hermione said weakly, gagging on the taste of her on blood that was leaking into her mouth from the slap wounds.

Lucious frowned and pulled a knife out of his pocket, and twisted it between his fingers.

“I will not use Crucio on you anymore tonight child, not because I pity you but because I will need you to be alive to tell the story of how I killed Potter. However, I can cut you with this pretty knife and heal you all up again and do it over and over and over, without killing you. Does that sound fun Mudblood? No? Than keep your little outbursts of lies to yourself.” Lucious said, in quite a calm voice as he walk about the small tree Hermione was bound to. He went behind the tree and made sure Hermione’s hand were still bound tightly, than came around front and checked that her feet were securely fastened together.

Lucious than turned on Harry.

“This has been delayed long enough.” He raised his wand high and pointed it at Harry’s stunned body.

“No PLEASE!” Hermione cried.

Lucious turned to her and smiled a terrible smile.

“Avada Kedavra” Lucious cried.

Harry’s body shuddered a little and than became still once more.

“NO! NO! HARRY! NO! HARRY!” Hermione bellowed into the darkness.

Lucious went over to Harry and kicked him hard aside the head. Harry’s lifeless form shuffled a bit, but showed no signs of life. No even breathing anymore. Just stillness.

Hermione beant her head and wept openly. No longer caring what happened to her now.

Lucious Malfoy knelt down beside her body, still bound to the small tree.

“So that was the straw that finally broke pretty, fiesty Granger huh?” He almost whispered to her.

Hermione went almost into a daze, refusing to believe Harry was dead. He couldn’t be. He was the chosen one. Harry can’t be dead.

Lucious pulled out the silver knife again and fingered it, running the base of it against Hermione’s cheek.

Hermione didn’t flinch. She didn’t care about the pain to come. She hoped he killed her. Maybe he’ll get carried away will cutting me and forget to heal me. Maybe I’ll bleed to death here on this tree.

Lucious lowered the blade towards Hermione’s body and Hermione closed her eyes, hoping it would be over quickly. She felt her blouse give a tug and she tightened her muscles and prepared for contact.

A ripping sound could be heard. But Hermione felt no pain. She opened her eyes to see Lucious cutting her shirt straight down the middle. Her bra was left exposed and Lucious was not looking at her face.

Tears trickled down Hermione’s cheeks and fell onto Lucious’s hair, but she uttered not a sound.

He took the knife and cut the cented of her bra, leaving her chest openly exposed. Hermione shuddered as he touched her pale skin with his rough hands.

Hermione used all the fight she had in her to supress a whimper when he began cutting on her pants.

Hermione’s pants lay in shreds on the ground and Hermione couldn’t see anything through all the tears that were free falling.

Abandoning the knife Lucious ripped her underwear off her. H began touching and pinching her everywhere. Hermione shuddered inwardly but couldn’t move. His hands were rough and hard. Every part of her body felt dirty and scalding hot.

Lucious stood up and looked at Hermione who’s eyes were still on the ground. He began to unbutton his pants when he spoke.

“Do you know what rape is about Mudblood? No? It’s about power. It’s about me having the power to do anything I want to you, and you not being able to do a d@mn thing about it.

Out of the darkness a voice arose.

“Avada Kedavra”

# posted by Sek Koon @ 6:05 AM