Lucius Malfoy (wandholder) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-06-14 22:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: hermione granger, char: lucius malfoy |
Who: Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Granger
When: Wednesday, June 14th, 2002.
Where: Malfoy Manor
What: Lucius embarks on his new plan.
Warnings: Torture. Suggestions of rape.
Status: Complete
Lucius was a very patient man. It had been nearly four years since he procured the Elder Wand. His plans were far from finished, but they were moving along at the pace he and Rabastan had set. Slow and steady, as the old fable said. He'd had Miss Granger in his home for the last year and the progress wasn't nearly what he'd hope for.
So, while he was patient, even Lucius had his limits. Luckily, he was also devious. Unable to sleep at night, he'd come up with the idea which was, in his humble opinion, truly sinister. It was clear that Miss Granger would never agree with his way of thinking. Her own morals were so deeply rooted that he doubted she'd ever let go of them. He would have admired such strong convictions if they weren't currently making his life difficult.
Still, even the strongest witch wasn't immune to the powers of Dark Magic. And Dark Magic coupled with memory charms... Lucius knew he had a solid plan. He met with Daphne Greengrass, which had been tedious, but resulted in exactly what he'd hoped for. Now, he had a plan. He knew what exactly needed to be done.
Hermione was housed in the East Wing of the Manor, tucked away in a luxurious room on the third floor with a lovely view of the grounds. The windows were charmed shut, save for a small pane which was only large enough to let a small breeze come through. He walked to her room, his footsteps heaving on the floor.
Not bothering to knock, Lucius opened the door and allowed himself inside. "Good Evening, Miss Granger."
--
Hermione sat in her gilded cage and stared out the window. She was dressed in an elegant gown, but her hair was wild and unwashed and her face was pale and devoid of makeup. Lucius could force her to dress to his standards, but he couldn't force her to groom herself. It was pathetic, the little ways she had to rebel. As if dirty hair and sunken eyes would stop him. If he wanted her he took her. At first she has screamed and fought, but it seemed like he enjoyed that. So now she simply went limp, switching herself off until it was over.
She hadn't seen him yet today, for which she was grateful. If she ignored her surroundings and concentrated on just the landscape she could almost pretend she was somewhere else. Free. And Ron was just around the corner waiting for her...
"Good evening, Miss Granger."
She flinched, then cursed herself for the reaction. She had sworn she wouldn't ley him get to her.
"Master." She attempted to keep her tone neutral, but disdain still managed to ooze off every syllable.
--
Inwardly, Lucius rolled his eyes. The lengths Hermione went to just to annoy him were comical. Had she not heard of magic? Pulling out his wand, Lucius cast a charm over the girl, cleaning her hair and skin. Her brown hair was once again shiny and bright, falling in gentle curls over the shoulders.
"I've come to have a conversation, Miss Granger." He draw a chair close to her and looked her over, admiring the way the gown hugged her figure. "Might you do me the honor of looking at me while I do so?"
--
Hermione considered refusing. Yes, he would use magic to make her look at him, but he would be annoyed by it. That's what it all came down to these days, didn't it. Little ways she could make his life slightly more inconvienient. She, who had helped topple Lord Voldemort, was left being mildly annoyingto one of his lackeys.
But, it was still all she had.
She turned her face pointedly back to the window.
--
"You leave me in a rather unfortunate situation, my dear. I have the ability to make you do anything I desire, but that won't help me in the long run. And while your friends insist on finding you and rescuing you, I would rather they have no hope in seeing you again."
Lucius pulled out his cigarette case and plucked a cigarette from it. He held it between his lips as he spoke, waiting to light it. "But, I've realized that there are other ways of using you to my advantage. The question remains, however, how willing will you be? You've shown yourself to have nothing but disdain for me. I don't blame you, really. I do wish you have the ability to see what we could accomplish together, though."
--
She did turn to face him now, all the fury and hatred she felt for him plain on her face.
"I will NEVER work with you, and I will NEVER stop fighting you! I will use my last breath to curse you, and every breath leading up to it working to destroy you! My friends WILL come for me, and when they do you'll know the true meaning of fear!"
--
Lucius laughed. He actually laughed. It was a deep, rumbling laugh born in his stomach. Not many people heard Lucius Malfoy laugh. "Oh, Miss Granger. You truly think you can frighten me?"
She has no idea what fear was. She couldn't possibly know. Lucius had experienced some of the darkest magic in the world. He'd come close to death time and time again. He'd lost his heir and his wife. What could he possibly fear now?
Lighting the cigarette with a flick of his fingers, Lucius shook his head. "The thing is, Miss Granger. You have an exceptional mind. It's remarkable really. But even the best minds cannot withstand dark magic."
--
Hermione cringed away from the coldness in his eyes.
"It's not meant to frighten you, it's just the truth."
Her words lacked fire, because she knew he was right. He could torture her into insanity, just like Neville's parents...
--
"No, it was meant to frighten me and it failed. You failed. I cannot imagine how difficult that must be for you to swallow, Miss Granger. The brightest witch of her age failed. And will continue to fail. "
Walking towards her, Lucius pulled out the Elder Wand and pressed it against her throat. "Do you know why I don't kill you?"
It was tempting, he had to admit. She was a headache at best and an epic disaster most days. Killing her would ease the ever growing throb in his head.
--
"Beacuse if I was dead you'd lose your leverage. Not to mention someone to play out your sick fantasies with."
Maybe he would kill her now, but honestly that was alright. He said she failed, but if he killed her that would be her ultimate victory. She'd like to see him explain that away...
--
"Oh, no. We still have the Weasley girl. And this," he said, nodded to his wand. "Not to mention the love of the people, complete control of the Ministry and the support of countless followers. Do you think my entire plan rests on the shoulders of you? My dear, you flatter ourself."
Walking around her, Lucius dragged the point of his wand along her skin until he was standing behind her. Bending down, he presses the point harder against her soft flesh and whispered into her ear.
"I am keeping you alive so I can watch you destroy those you love the most."
--
"I'll die first," she snarled, then spat in his face.
She had no idea what he had planned for her, but she did know she couldn't let it happen. If he didn't kill her tonight she would kill herself
--
Reaching up, Lucius wiped his hand across his face and smirked. "I thought I just explained that wouldn't be happening. We should work on your listening skills."
The Unforgivable flew from Lucius's wand.. the most powerful wand in the world.. and struck Hermione in the chest. "Crucio," he said coldly.
--
Even though she was half expecting it the curse still caught her off guard. She screamed, writhing on the ground. Pain was the only thing left in the world. Her loves, her fears, even her name was lost in the terrible, all encompasing pain.
--
Watching her body crumble to the floor physically aroused Lucius. The wand, he suspected, was starting to darken his already darkened soul. And he didn't care. What light did Lucius have left to strive for? His family had all but disowned him. There was no point.
He held the spell longer than he normally would have, watching as sweat broke out across her pale skin. She did this to herself, he thought. It was her own fault.
"Get up," he snapped at her as he broke the curse. "Get on your knees."
--
When the pain stopped Hermione didn't even register it. She had thought she knew what the Cruciatus felt like, but Bellatrix was nothing compared to this. She lay gasping for air, completely oblivious to everything else around her.
"Get on your knees."
She almost obeyed. She had to obey or the pain would come back. But the voice inside her screamed No! Fight him! Fight him till you have nothing left!!
"Go. Fuck. Yourself."
--
With the wand currently in his possession, Lucius didn't need Hermione to obey. His wand cut through the air and her body became like a a rag doll, moving however he pleased. He drew her up onto her knees, magic lifting her chin and forcing her eyes to remain open. The Imperius curse was subtle, snaking over her body and robbing her of any control as softly as a whisper.
"Language," he warned and took a step closer. Her gown had slipped from her shoulders and Lucius reached out, running his finger tips along the curve of her cleavage.
"I am going to tell you my plan, Miss Granger. You won't recall it, of course. You won't remember anything I say to you. You will not allow yourself to remember this, do you understand?"
Magic was intoxicating, Lucius thought. He could control this witch with just his mind, make her do anything he dreamed. And if she was going to continue to fight him then he would just have to insist she did as instructed. "Nod your head and tell me you understand, Miss Granger."
--
It was so nice, floating in this comfortable void. She didn't need to worry about anything here. She could just be, and let life take it's course without her ever having to lift a finger...
"I understand." She whispered, nodding vacantly.
But no. NO! This wasn't right! She didn't like this, she didn't want this! No no no nononononononononononononoNO!!!
"No..." The words ghosted out of her lips. Barely audible, but there. Oh yes, they were there.
--
He had to admire her mind, as much as he hated her for it. Hermione Granger was brilliant. It was a brilliance he wanted on his side, wanted to control and twist. And, in time, he would. He would truly own her. She'd give herself willingly to him, it was just going to take patience.
"Yes, my dear." Channeling his focus more, Lucius allowed the wand to speak to him. He learned so much about magic since acquiring the Elder Wand. There had to be communication, understanding even. Magic was given to him and he had to respect the gift.
"You will obey."
--
Inside her mind Hermione was screaming. But the Elder wand was too strong. She couldn't fight it, as hard as she tried. She was trapped in her own head.
"I will obey you," she drawled, each word dragged out of her mouth like taffee.
No! Someone help me! Ron, please, someone, anyone...
--
"There, was that so difficult?"
Lucius sat down on the edge of her bed, keeping his hold steady. "I am not going to kill you, Miss Granger. Killing you would be far too easy. Killing you would make you a martyr, would give your rebel friends a banner to rally behind. No, no, my dear. Killing you would serve no purpose. So, the question remains, what am I going to do with you?"
His voice was smooth, dripping with honey, but there was an undercurrent of darkness and harshness which was impossible to ignore.
"I am going to corrupt you, Miss Granger. I know you think it's impossible. But, I assure you, it's quite possible. One spell after another and I am going to spread dark magic through your precious mind. Every memory of goodness, of joy and love will be tainted. I will remove the essence of your goodness. I will, I promise you, make you my most loyal and trusted follower."
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I'll die first. I'LL DIE FIRST!!!
She wanted to rip the wand from his hand and blast her braind across the wall. Anything, anything would be better than betraying her friends.
There's nothing I can do. He'll destroy me. He'll turn me into a monster. I can't, I WON'T let him.
Her body continued to obey him, but her mind flew away. Deep down into the depths of herself. Hermione has studied occlumency extensively as soon as Harry had needed to learn it. Only in books, but she wasn't considered brilliant for nothing.
There was an old trick, one you could use to protect yourself if you didn't have a pensive. It allowed you to create a sealed box in your mind. Somewhere that you could hide your most cherished moments where no one, not even you, could find or remember them.
She crafted her box carefully. Ash, Holly, and Vine Wood. Ron, Harry, and Hermione. She sent her ethereal fingers through her mind, plucking special, irreplaceable memories out and hiding them in the box.
Nothing grand or important, nothing anyone would think to miss. Little moments, that when added together created the tapestry of her existence.
Reading with her father. Cooking with her mother. Laughing with Harry. Arguing with Ron. Cuddling with Ron. Making love to Ron. The Hogwarts library and the lake and the Gryffindor common room. Checking Harry and Rons homework. Knitting elf hats. A thousand little, seemingly insignificant insignificant moments. Lovingly protected by a cradle of wood.
He could do whatever he wanted to her now. She would never truly be gone.