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Chapter 1. Malfoy Manor.
Late March 1998.
“Rab, She’s asking for you.” The older man groaned as his trance was broken.
He stubbed out his cigarette and drained his mug of tea. “Thanks, Draco,” he muttered to the younger wizard. He didn't need to ask who She was and judging by the slightly green tinge on young Malfoy’s face, it wasn’t going to be good. It was never good, but today the teenager looked even paler than normal. It was as if the lad had lost the contents of his stomach somewhere on the way to collect him. The poor boy’s skin was damp with sweat and he was shaking.
Rabastan had been skulking in his room for a reason. He preferred to stay as far away from the deranged bitch as possible. He would generally tell his brother he was researching and quite often he was. Usually research into non violent ways to extract information. Today he hadn’t been researching, he’d just spent the last few hours zoned out, staring into space.
It must have been at least 36 hours since he’d heard her maniacal cackle or felt the sting of a Crucio. He knew she’d been occupied with new prisoners. He’d seen the snatchers from his window, proudly marching by with some fresh captives. A group of raggedy looking teenagers. Two boys and a girl, he’d thought. Even in his room, some distance from the drawing room, he could hear the screams. He assumed it was this new female and not the strange blonde who’d been in the dungeons for weeks. So far they seemed to have left that one alone. As soon as he’d seen the latest victims, he did what any coward would do and hid away in his rooms, smoking calming herbs, drinking tea and hoping he wouldn’t be summoned.
He hated torture at the best of times, but with children it was unbearable. He had enough scars on his own body to know what it felt like to be on the receiving end of her wand, or her knife. He felt it every time he heard a victim scream, or saw the agony on their faces. He was just as much a prisoner here as in Azkaban. It may be cleaner and warmer with decent food and clothes, not to mention bathrooms, but at least in Azkaban the screams were from insanity, or the presence of dementors. Not because somebody was being Crucio’d.
He tried to steel his thoughts as he silently followed the young lad along the corridors leading to the drawing room. The inhuman screams getting louder with every few steps. He felt the bile begin to rise in his throat. Draco stopped to take some deep breaths. Rabastan sensed the boy was preparing his Occlumency walls, so he did the same.
After a minute or so, he straightened his back, lifted his head and strode into the drawing room as confidently as possible. “You requested my presence.” He tried to sound slightly irritated rather than scared.
“Mudblood,” she was screaming. “It’s your last chance to tell me before he rapes you." Rabastan’s eyes widened.
“Bella, she’s a child.”
“She’s the same age as my nephew, but that doesn’t matter. You dare to question an order?” She looked furious. “This is what you get for questioning me, you pathetic, worthless excuse for a Death Eater. Crucio.” Rabastan bent over in pain.
“Well, can I at least get her cleaned up first? She’s covered in blood, piss, puke and I’m not even sure if that’s mud or shit. I won’t be able to get it up with that stench.”
“If you must. I’m not surprised that your cock is as useless as the rest of you. Crabbe and Goyle never seem to be bothered by such things. Go on, take her away.
I had rather hoped the ginger one would like to watch, but never mind.
Perhaps wondering what is happening might torment his little mind more.
You will force yourself on her repeatedly until she gives answers. You have until Crabbe and Goyle return, then the real men can take over.” She cackled at him.
He glanced at the barely conscious girl, then back at Bellatrix. “What is the question you require an answer to?” he tentatively asked.
"How did she get that sword out of my vault and what else did she take?” Bellatrix’s eyes were wild. “Now get out.” She turned to the older Malfoy and bellowed “Lucius fetch the goblin.”
Seizing his opportunity to leave, Rabastan dragged the dishevelled girl out of the room by her wrist. The girl was struggling to stay upright. “Move quickly,” he hissed.
As soon as they had cleared the first corridor, he let out the huge breath he’d been holding. “Mopsy.” He called a house-elf, who instantly apparated to his side.
“Master,” she bowed.
“Mopsy, please take this girl to my room. Bathe her, put her in a fresh robe, take her clothes to be cleaned and bring us afternoon tea.” The elf disapparated with the girl, while he slowly walked back to his rooms mulling over his orders.
He arrived at his room. On hearing noises consistent with bathing coming from the en-suite, he stripped down to his underpants and put on a dressing gown, before lying back on the bed. He lit a cigarette and waited for the girl to be brought in. Mopsy had done a good job. He knew the little elf possessed her own healing magic that worked wonders for the after effects of Crucio. The girl was dressed in a bathrobe and looked a little more human. The robe had short sleeves and he could see that she was covered in cuts and bruises, not to mention the blood dripping from Bella’s latest piece of artwork.
“Mopsy, when you bring the tea, please can you bring some pain potion and healing salve for her as well.”
“Yes, Master.” The elf disapparated and the girl looked confused.
“Sit down, please.” He patted the bed. She glared at him, but obeyed. She looked like she wasn’t capable of standing for long without passing out anyway. She hugged her knees, pulling the robe down to cover as much of her as possible. He could see she wasn’t a child, but rather a beautiful young woman.
“Right”. He took a deep breath. “I’m going to give you a choice. Either we do this her way, or a different way. It’s up to you. You heard what she ordered me to do. We can do that, or you can just tell me what she wants to know and I don’t have to do the other part.”
She looked at him coldly. “Worried about getting contaminated by a mudblood?” She seemed to have recovered some spirit.
“No, that’s not it. I don’t care that you’re muggleborn.” She looked puzzled at his choice to use muggleborn instead of mudblood.
“It’s just I don’t get aroused by rape and torture. Scared women don’t do it for me. I’d prefer to fuck a woman who actually wants me to and I’m sure if you weren’t a half starved little wraith, covered in cuts and bruises, you’d probably be extremely beautiful.”
She gave a snort. “You don’t have to lie, Death Eater.”
“Suit yourself if you think I’m lying, but tell me, when was the last time you took a good look at yourself in a mirror?” She just shrugged at him.
“Look, let’s start by introducing ourselves. I’m Rabastan Lestrange. What’s your name?”
She laughed. “Hermione Granger, or maybe you’d prefer Undesirable Number 2, or even Potter’s Mudblood. As if you didn’t know already, Mr Lestrange. You duelled me two years ago in the Department of Mysteries, when your friend’s head got stuck into a jar and turned into a baby.”
He gulped. This wasn’t just any girl. He would have to tread very carefully.
“How old are you, Hermione?”
“Eighteen.”
“Is the ginger one your boyfriend?” She shook her head.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Again, she shook her head.
“Girlfriend?” Another shake.
“Are you a virgin?” This time she nodded and he groaned. To his surprise, she asked him if he was too.
He gave her a weak smile and said “No, I had the benefit of being raised a pure-blood.” She looked confused. “It means that an older male, in my case my brother, took me on a so-called holiday to France the summer before I turned 16. In other words, a week long stay in a brothel where I learned everything a pure-blood male needs to know about sex and I got to lose my virginity to a 30 year old prostitute called Francine.
Anyway, that’s digressing. Now we have the basic pleasantries out of the way. Here are your options.
One, I obey her orders.
Two, you tell me what she wants and I perform a few spells to make it look like you’ve been manhandled.
Three, We do nothing and you wait for Crabbe and Goyle to return. I’ll be tortured and you’ll get to lose your virginity to a pair of monsters. Although to be fair, if you were to choose options one or two, she could still turn you over to them. They might even take you at the same time. It wouldn’t be the first or last time it’s happened.”
The girl was looking horrified and stared at him open mouthed. She was still staring, deliberating her options when Mopsy appeared with a large tray. “Here, eat and let Mopsy treat your injuries.”
The girl eyed the food suspiciously. “It’s not poisoned. Pass me a sandwich and I’ll eat it.” She complied and he ate the sandwich, suddenly realising it had been a while since he’d consumed anything himself.
“Pour me a tea.” Again, she followed his instructions and he drank it.
“Now put a few drops of the potion on my tongue.” He stuck out his tongue and she let half a dozen or so drops fall onto it. “The potion is a special blend for pain caused by the Crucio and her knife. You’re not the only one to be on the receiving end.” He removed his bathrobe, allowing her a good view of his lean torso, crisscrossed with tattoos and scars.
He pointed to the word coward. “That’s for being unable to commit the crime I was put in Azkaban for. He gestured towards another scar that read traitor. “This is for saying I was glad he was dead.”
“Who? Vol...” he quickly placed a finger on her lips.
“Don’t say his name, there’s a taboo on it. If you say it, snatchers will apparate to you immediately.”
“So that’s how we got captured?”
“Probably.” He turned to face her. “So, Hermione Granger, tell me what you want to do and don’t say escape, because if that was an option, I’d be coming with you. There’s anti-apparition wards on the Manor, but somehow the elves can bypass those within the house. It’s warded to fuck. The only reason dear old Lucy is still around is because he’s the only one that can control the wards and we’d have to relocate to a much smaller place, such as my family home. The Dark Lord does like to avail himself of the luxuries afforded him here. You have until you’ve eaten to give me an answer. Come on, eat, you look starving and you can see that I’m not poisoned.”
She greedily shoved a sandwich in her mouth. “When was the last time you ate?” She held up three fingers as her mouth was full. “Well, I’m guessing that’s three days, not three hours.” She nodded, swallowing the food.
Mopsy was attending to her multiple injuries and held up the dropper bottle, Hermione stuck out her tongue. Mopsy carefully counted out 20 drops. He smiled because every act of kindness he gave her felt like a middle finger to that bitch and her Master.
When the food was eaten and the teapot emptied, she looked at him and slowly spoke. “Mr Lestrange. All I can say about the sword is that my travelling companion, the dark haired one, found it in an icy pond in the forest, back in the winter. He saw it glistening, stripped off and dived in. He nearly drowned, but the other one saved him. I was back at the tent at the time, so I only know the story second-hand from them. I haven’t been to Diagon Alley since the summer before last and I don’t even know which is her vault, let alone been there. I don’t have a Gringotts vault myself and have only ever been in the main part of the bank to change muggle money into galleons.”
“Well done. That wasn’t too difficult, was it?” She shook her head.
“So, why didn’t you tell her and save yourself that torture?”
“Partly because I was in too much pain to get any words out, but also because she’s a fucking bitch and a bully and bullies don’t deserve answers.”
“You Gryffindors are all the same,” he chuckled. “Now, shall I do some spells to make you look a bit roughed up? Make it appear like I’ve had my way with you? You might want to give me some bites or scratches to seem like you fought back a bit. It’s the best I can do. I can’t guarantee she still won’t pass you over to those brutes, but at least it won’t be me that’s caused you harm.”
She looked scared. “I don’t want to lose my virginity to a monster like Crabbe or Goyle.” She stopped and looked at him earnestly. Would you take it instead?”
“What?” His mouth fell open.
“If I decide I want to lose it to you, then I won’t have had my choices forcibly taken away from me. She might order them to rape me then kill me afterwards and then that’s how I’d die, a victim who’d never known anything else. I’ve never even seen a man’s you know,” she pointed at his underpants, “let alone touch one. I don’t want to die like that, not ever experiencing any pleasure.”
Rabastan was shocked and didn’t know quite what to say. He’d not been near a woman since before Azkaban. He cleared his throat nervously. “Feel free to touch, but don’t blame me how it reacts, as it’s been a long time since anyone else has been near it.” He felt his cheeks colour, then added, “I don’t know how long it will be before Crabbe and Goyle return.”
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Hermione stared at the Death Eater. She’d never been in such a situation before. The man was not what she’d expected. He was a lot younger than many of the other Death Eaters she’d encountered and he seemed almost shy and nervous. She took in his appearance, he was incredibly handsome. He had sculpted cheekbones, full lips and big violet eyes with thick lashes to match the shaggy black curls on his head. He also had a short beard framing his face. His body was lean and muscular.
She placed her hand on the soft line of hair on his flat stomach before slipping it under the waistband of his underwear, moving it down to expose more black hair. He obliged her by lifting up his hips, allowing her to slide the shorts down. He kicked them off.
She took his cock in her hand and felt it grow as she played with it. She briefly moved her attention to his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, before returning to his dick. He groaned and she snatched her hand away nervously, but he grabbed it, placed it back on him and moved it up and down. It was now hard and she undid her bathrobe with her other hand, allowing it to drop, revealing her naked body.
She perched over him, lining his hard shaft up with her entrance. He reached down and placed his hand between her legs. “Wait, you’re not wet. It will hurt you.” He rolled her onto her back and straddled her. “Do you want me to do something about that? Would you like me to make you ready?”
She nodded and he kissed her mouth, he tasted of smoke. She felt something pleasurable erupt inside her as his lips moved onto her neck and then down her body until he was sucking on her nipple while moving his fingers down to her cunt. She obligingly opened her legs to allow him better access. He kissed down her body before settling between her thighs. She’d never felt anything like the pleasure he was giving her. It wasn’t long before she came undone. He moved back up to her mouth and kissed her. She could taste herself on him. He put her hand between her legs. “See, feel how wet you are now?”
She could feel his hardness rubbing against her entrance. “Do you still want me to?” he asked.
“Yes,” she groaned “I want you to fuck me Rabastan.” He didn’t need to be asked twice and pushed his way in. He paused for a moment. When he felt her move under him, he began thrusting.
He didn’t last very long, “I’m sorry," he said. “It’s been a long time.”
“Thank you for being gentle with me.”
“Are you okay?,” he asked as he cleaned them both with his wand. “Do you hurt?”
“No, I think the pain potion is still working.” She smiled at him “I enjoyed that, can we do it again?”
“Give me a moment to recover.” He tenderly kissed her. “Are you sure you’re okay? You aren’t crying, are you?” He softly stroked her cheek with his finger.
“No, I just feel a bit guilty about enjoying myself, when my friends are probably worried sick about me, about what you are doing to me.”
“We could both be murdered later by that mad bitch. They can’t fault us for stopping to find a bit of pleasure in the middle of this craziness. It’s not every day I have a beautiful woman asking me to have sex with her.” He then started chuckling. “Who am I kidding? It's never happened before and you are very beautiful,” he kissed her again.
“You are a very handsome man yourself, Rabastan Lestrange.” She ran her fingers over his beard.
“Not everyone would agree.” He felt himself go red. “I’ve been in a betrothal contract since I was at school and my future bride would rather fuck her own brother than me. Not that I mind, I can’t stand her. She’s worse than my sister-in-law. At least Bella had beauty once. I’m glad they keep finding excuses to delay my marriage. She’s off on a special mission for the Dark Lord. Anyway let's not ruin the moment by talking about something so hideous.”
He nuzzled her face and placed his lips on hers. She responded immediately by deepening the kiss and pushing her body into his. “Oh, fuck!” He reached for his wand. “I forgot.” He quickly cast a contraceptive charm.
They made love a couple more times before falling asleep in each others arms completely exhausted.
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He woke up to an intense pain in his shoulder. ‘Oh no, she’s tricked me and got my wand,’ he thought, but quickly realised the girl was still wrapped around him. As he opened his eyes he heard a screech. “You mud fucking traitor.”
Fuck! It was the bitch and she was in his room. He felt another bout of pain as the second Crucio hit him. He pulled the girl tighter to him to shield her. “I told you to rape her, not seduce her. You can’t do anything right, you pathetic excuse for a wizard. You don’t deserve the honour the Dark Lord bestowed upon you.”
“Bella, please. She talked, she told me that the two boys found it in a pond in the forest during winter. The dark haired one jumped in and nearly drowned. The other one saved him. She hasn’t been to Diagon since the summer before last. She’s never been in any of the vaults and doesn’t even know which vault is yours.”
“And you believe her?”
“I can be quite persuasive when I want to be.”
“Sometimes you catch more flies with sugar than vinegar, you know.” Hermione had woken and was glaring at the angry witch.
“You dare address me, you disgusting Mudblood? Get up, the pair of you.” She raised her wand and vanished the covers. “Get dressed, then bring her to the drawing room. I have no wish to look at your pathetic excuse for a manhood.”
Knowing it was far from pathetic, he deliberately stood up, stretched then strode naked to the door. “Where are you going?” she screeched.
“I asked for her clothes to be cleaned and left outside. They were filthy and I didn’t want them stinking up my room.”
He opened the door and bent down to pick up the clothes in such a way that Bellatrix got a prime view of his arsehole. He returned, throwing the clothes towards Hermione.
“You have five minutes.” Bellatrix barked at them as she stormed out.
They dressed quickly in silence. Hermione slipped to the bathroom and retrieved her beaded bag. He was already wearing trousers, shirt and his Death Eater robes on the outside. “Rabastan please cast a concealment charm on my bag.”
He obliged, then grabbed her and kissed her before giving her a hug. “It's been nice knowing you Hermione Granger.”
“Likewise, Rabastan Lestrange.”
He hid his wand in his robes and they quickly marched to the drawing room, only for Rabastan to be immediately hit with the Crucio. He collapsed and Bellatrix sent one to Hermione, who fell next to him.
Bellatrix crouched over him with her knife. “Let’s give you a matching scar to remind you of your night together.” She rolled up his sleeve and slowly and painstakingly etched into his arm, while he tried his hardest not to scream in agony. When she finished, she stood up admiring her work. “Mudfucker, for that’s what you are. You and your little Mudblood match now.”
Draco, Lucius and Narcissa were watching stony-faced when a chandelier crashed down on top of Bellatrix. Harry and Ron raced forwards to scuffle with the Malfoys. Harry grabbed a wand and cast an Expelliarmus. Bellatrix's wand came flying into his hand. Dobby grabbed Harry and Ron disapparating them away, returning seconds later for Hermione.
Without thinking, she grabbed Rabastan’s hand. “Him too.” Dobby took hold of them both as Bellatrix threw her knife after them. It found its mark just before the three disappeared from the room.