[FIC] The Mouth of Hell: Ginny/Hermione, Harry/Lucius Originally posted here on 15 September 2007
Title: The mouth of hell Recipient: ginny___weasley Author: Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Ginny/Hermione, Harry/Lucius Warning(s): Post-War, Spoilers for all books, Bloodplay, dirty talk, Non-con, BDSM, enslavement, sexual humiliation Summary: You may be friends with a person for years but you never truly know who they are until you met them at the mouth of hell. Author Notes: Thanks to my betas who dealt with my mental breakdowns and screaming fits of doom. I did the best I could with your kinks, sorry if it turns out to be a bit bleak.
The mouth of hell
“We’re close,” Harry said breathing hard clutching on to his head. Hermione put a hand softly on his shoulder. She let it sit there a moment before he shook it off. Hermione wasn’t stupid; she knew Harry felt guilty for what happened to Ron. It had seemed so easy, just the three of them traveling all over Brittan breaking bits of history. The war had seemed so far away and distant as they’d deified death again and again. After breaking Hufflepuff’s cup it had seemed like a perfectly logical thing to go to Bill and Fleur’s wedding. Who’d have thought the Deatheaters would descend out on such a beautiful day? There had been very few loses that day, they had come on a mission and avoided combat. They’d grab Ron and dared the order to come and get him. Professor McGonagall had told them all it was a trick, the need of the few out ways the need of the one. Hermione had known it was a trick but to dismiss it was naive. Ron had been the thing Harry would miss most, hadn’t he?
“Are you sure?” Ginny whispered nearly pressing against Hermione’s back showing an odd amount of nervousness over the whole matter. It only proved what Hermione had been saying since they’d set out on this suicide mission, Ginny wasn’t ready. She understood Ginny demanding to come with them to Voldermort’s hideout, Ron had been her brother. No, you can’t think about that now. You need to be strong.
“We need to keep moving,” Hermione said sternly as she wrapped her robe closer to her body.
“Can we? I mean, are you strong enough Harry?” Ginny asked suddenly standing straighter; there was an odd sort of look in her eye all of a sudden.
“I’m fine, just that headache again,” Harry said rubbing his temples.
“Is Voldermort’s near?” Hermione asked.
“I’ve had it since we left The Burrow.” Harry said shaking his head.
“Always were a bit of a loudmouth bitch, you know that?” Hermione felt a sharp piece of wood poke her in the small of her back. Harry whirled around and his eyes looked so hurt and his hands clenched.
“Ginny.” Harry growled as his hand inched towards his wand.
“Go for it, Harry. See if you can whip that wand out before I kill her.” Ginny said brushing her lips against Hermione’s ear making an icy chill ran up Hermione’s spin.
“How long Months, years? Did you give them your own flesh and blood Ginny?” Harry’s eyes were blazing with some sort of anger Hermione had never seen in them. “How fucking long Ginny?!”
“Tell me something, Potter,” Lucius Malfoy walked out of the shadow behind Harry aiming his wand at the back of Harry’s head. Harry stiffened and his breathing became ragged. “Can you run?”
“Harry!” Hermione screamed as Harry fell forward onto the grass with a thud.
“I think not,” Lucius Malfoy smiling wickedly was the last thing Hermione saw before everything went black.
~*~
There was a sound; a scream…Hermione knew it. She couldn’t remember who it was but she knew the voice. Hermione tried to open her eyes but felt a soft cloth tied tight around her eyes. She heard voices, hushed and harsh whispering some things she couldn’t quiet understand then the scream again. Hermione struggled to cover her ears but found her arms were trapped to a chair she was strapped into. The chair felt large and cold against her skin, and her legs were strapped down and spread wide, level with her seat. She felt the cold breeze brushing delicately against her thighs.
“Oh god,” Hermione whimpered.
“No, no! You promised!” Hermione felt hands caress her face as the blindfold was removed. She nearly screamed at the sight in front of her, Harry was chained over a giant chest. His body was covered in dried blood and old scars. His eyes looked so full of panic and pain it made Hermione sick.
“Promised?” Lucius drummed his fingertips on top of Harry’s head impatiently as he starred at something behind Hermione. “Did you hear me promise anything, Weasley?”
“No,” Hermione winced at how cold Ginny’s voice sounded.
“You said if I-if I…” Harry looked away from Hermione’s eyes and she felt her stomach cramp in panic. No, Harry, please don’t tell me you… “Didn’t fight you anymore Hermione would be spared.”
“I said spared from me, I never said anything about her” Lucius smirked evilly.
“Mmm,” Ginny said walking around Hermione. “We’ve let her sleep these past few days and I think its time she joined in.”
“Ginny, don’t do this, please!” Hermione said struggling against her restraints. “I’m your friend-”
“Friend?” Ginny growled as she back handed Hermione roughly across the cheek. “You’d think that brain you seem to have so much pride in would connect the dots.”
“Leave her alone,” Harry whined as Lucius grabbed Harry by the hair and hissed something into his ear.
“Cat got your tongue Hermione?” Ginny pulled a long knife out of her robe and placed it against Hermione’s thigh. “Are you honestly telling me you didn’t see this coming?”
“What have they done to you?” Hermione asked looking Ginny square in the eyes as she felt the soft pinch of her skin as the blade cut into her.
“You already know what they did, you all knew what happened.” Ginny said removing the knife from Hermione’s thigh and looked at it.
“They used the blah curse on you?” Hermione whispered.
“You dumb bitch,” Ginny moved the blade over Hermione’s leg again but this time it went deeper. Hermione bit down on her lip to keep from crying out in pain as Ginny carved another line on her leg. It took Hermione a second to realize Ginny had carved the letter D. What in the…oh merlin on a tricycle.
“The diary…”
“Give the girl a prize.” Lucius drawled as he caressed Harry’s check.
“Yes, the diary, a Horecrux of the Dark Lord’s. A part of him was in me, took me over, and used my body to satisfy his needs in getting Harry,” Ginny licked the blade of the knife and seemed to get off on it somehow. “Do you have any idea what that can do to an eleven year old girl?”
“Oh, Ginny,” Hermione said looking at her pleadingly.
“I don’t want your sympathy.” Ginny cut across Hermione’s face with a growl. “It was a gift, a reason to keep me going. The Dark Lord gave me a mark, a connection like Harry but mine was so much more…Personal.”
“A rare gift, indeed.” Lucius said walking around Harry’s chained body lightly tracing his finger tips down Harry’s spine. Lucius disrobed himself as Ginny dropped the knife to the ground. Ginny took of her own robes and crawled onto Hermione’s legs. She extended her tongue licked the place she had just cut Hermione. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut. Yes, Hermione had thought about Ginny while in her bed but nothing like this, never like this.
“I want to hear you scream for me, understand?” Ginny growled into Hermione’s ear as her fingers traced Hermione’s naked body.
“No, please!” Hermione heard Harry beg then a gut wrenching scream cut through the air causing Hermione to shiver.
“The more you fight me, Hermione, the worse it is for Harry.” Ginny said pinching Hermione’s nipple causing Hermione to open her eyes. Lucius was holding onto Harry’s hips as he thrust into Harry Roughly. Hermione saw tears run down his face as he fought against the chains that held him.
“How can you do this to him?” Hermione said wrenching her eyes away from Harry’s. “He’s your friend, you loved him!”
“Everyone who fights against the Dark lord means nothing to me,” Ginny smiled coldly at Hermione as she circled her fingers around the sore nipple. “Family, friends, lovers, all are sacrificed for his glory.”
“You did this to Ron?” Hermione accused pulling on her restraints. “Your own brother?”
“Those blood ties mean nothing to me in the face of His glory, didn’t you hear me?” Ginny pinched Hermione’s other nipple causing Hermione to flinch. “Besides, Ronald was writhing in pleasure as Draco took him.”
“Liar!” Hermione growled as she kneed Ginny in the crotch. Ginny made an animalistic sound in the back of her throat as she grabbed herself.
“You filthy little curt,” Ginny said climbing down from Hermione’s body clutching her self. “I’m going to make you pay for that.”
“Aaah!” Harry screamed clutching onto the giant chest as Lucius leaned up against Harry’s back and pinched his cock.
“You shriek just like your mother,” Lucius hissed.
“”Think you’re clever, huh?” Ginny asked pushing the legs of the chair father apart making Hermione’s body ach from the strain. Ginny lowered her head and pressed her tongue against Hermione’s clit and hummed. Hermione’s hips jerked and squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to think of something else as Ginny slid her fingers into her hole.
“Stop, please.” Hermione tried to move her body away from Ginny’s mouth and fingers. Her wrists started to tingle as she pulled on them. Ginny stuck another finger in to Hermione and bit down on her clit. Hermione fought the urge to scream, she wouldn’t satisfy her, she wouldn’t give in like Harry or Ron. No, Hermione would be strong.