The Demonstration

Hermione woke slowly; her eyes seemed to be stuck shut. When she finally pried them open a dimly lit dungeon greeted her, the torches on the walls nearly extinguished. There was one door on the far side of the room, which seemed an eternity away as Hermione propped herself to a sitting position. She looked around her, the bleary room starting to come into a more finite focus. At first she thought the floor was littered with piles of old blankets. As she blinked quicklytrying to adjust to the light, she saw them breathing. All around her were girls, huddled into balls and shivering furiously. Hermione recognized Lavender and Parvati hugging each other and crying a bit. No one else seemed to be awake.

Hermione sat up the rest of the way, anxious to find out where she was and what was going on. She immediately regretted the sudden movement,when her head seemed to swell with dizziness and her vision blurred once more. 'It must be some sort of spell,' she thought to herself.

She had to see what was going on, she had to get out. Hermione searched for her wand but it was missing. She looked around at the familiar faces of her classmates and wondered what had happened. All she remembered was going to Hogsmeade that morning and heading into the Three Broomsticks.

Hermione's eyes jolted up from Luna Lovegood's face to see a bright, penetrating, light jumping forth from the, now open, door. She squinted her eyes harshly, and tried not to move. She could make nothing out but painful white light which was flooding the chamber.

Finally, a figure appeared. Only his form was visible, silhouetted against the bright light of the hallway. He moved closer, through the door. Hermione squinted once more and finally caught sight of a familiar countenance.

"Professor Snape!" she cried out, using all the strength she could muster. She tried to get up but her body didn't seem to want to cooperate. He looked at her with surprise; his face becoming more and more visible as his cautious and deliberate steps carried him further into the room. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, so glad to be found by a familiar face. She flung herself at him, using all her strength to propel her body upwards. Before she was halfway standing however, his wand was out and he muttered a curse under his breath. Once again, darkness enveloped Hermione and she felt her body go limp before she lost track of her own thoughts.

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Hermione twitched. Something was itching her hand. She tried to scratch it and go back to sleep, only she found she couldn't move. Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she looked quickly around. Stars seemed to flutter before her line of sight. She was feeling so dizzy, and she wondered how she was able to stand up. In fact, Hermione looked around and saw that someone was holding her up. She couldn't see his face; he was behind her, fumbling with something near her hands, which were behind her back. Hermione realized after a moment of intense confusion that he was attaching magical handcuffs. She tried to scream, to turn away and kick, but she was petrified. No wonder she couldn't move to scratch her hand.

Hermione could move her head a slight bit to the left, but there was nothing to her left. To the right she could see a dozen or so figures, all lined up and standing quietly. She guessed these were the other girls. Hermione's eyes widened as she was led closer to them. They all seemed to be unconscious, merely held up by magic. Some wore ripped and bloodied clothing and others appeared to be injured. Hermione started to panic. Her normally rational and logical mind could not compute why and how something like this could have happened.

Hermione stood for what seemed like forever, watching the seemingly lifeless bodies around her, standing unnaturally still and barely breathing. Hermione tried not to be overwhelmed by panic but she wanted to scream, to cry, and to run. Instead she was forced to stand calmly and await whatever fate had in store for her.

After twenty minutes of standing, Hermione, along with all the other girls in line, started floating down the long hallway. Hermione could hear the footsteps of whoever was casting the spell from a few feet behind her. She still had no clue who they were or what their intentions were.

The girls floated before Hermione like some sort of perverse army, their limp bodies bobbing slightly and occasionally dragging their feet on the floor. Hermione tried not to look at Ginny Weasley, whose head was bobbing at an odd angle that looked very unnatural. Hermione watched the hallway carefully, looking for any means of escape. Aside from a few rat holes and torch holders, the hallway was empty. No doors, no furniture, not even a window. She could find no possible way out.

Hermione's attention shifted to the light at the end of the hall. It had an odd reddish quality about it, as though the long hallway was a telescope and she had zeroed in on the coordinates for Mars. Or maybe it just helped Hermione to think of it in that way. For a brief moment she succeeded in pretending she was in astronomy class, merely studying a new stretch of sky.

As the red light neared however, reality sunk in. There was a door at the end of the hallway, made of thick metal with a massive lock mechanism built in. The red light came from beyond the door, obstructing her view of what was inside.

Finally, she reached the door. The light seemed both brighter and more tolerable from here. The laser-like quality was gone and there was merely a pink hue to the air. It seemed as though she was situated just below a giant neon sign, and Hermione was reminded of scenes of Las Vegas from movies she had watched.

Hermione felt her body float through the door and she looked wildly around. All she could see was pink, as though a faint haze was floating before her, obstructing her view. She felt her body come to a stop and turn to the left, as did all the girls around her. Hermione squinted, noticing for the first time a group of figures, standing in a straight line before her. She could make out only that they were all men. Hermione felt a sick feeling of anguish register within her stomach.

The pink quality of the light began to fade, or perhaps Hermione simply grew accustomed to it. Either way, she was able to make out the room and some of the faces leering at her.

Hermione felt her heart jump into her throat. One after another stared at her, mostly familiar faces. Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, the ministry's executioner, Walden Macnair, Professor Snape, and the Ravenclaw captain from the previous year, Roger Davies. She could see more out of the corner of her eye but could not make out their faces. At the end of the line stood a figure cloaked in shadow, from which much of the pink light seemed to emanate.

Hermione finally realized why she was there; why they were all there. The comprehension of her situation hit her like a slap to the face. She stared into the faces before her, all of whom waited silently for command. Finally, the figure obscured by darkness nodded slightly. The other men walked forward; each had a very different countenance, a different walk, but the smirk on their faces was identical. Hermione's eyes widened as Draco Malfoy walked straight toward her.

He looked...serene. For some reason she had expected a bit of awkwardness in his step, he did know her after all. Instead she saw real composure and contentment in his eyes. He must have been happy to finally be a Death Eater. No longer merely an advocate of their cause, he was one of them. Hermione waited until he got close to her and mustered all of her strength. As he reached out to touch her, she spat fiercely at his face.

Draco stopped, shocked she guessed. He stared at her in disbelief and did not move. Hermione felt a surge of triumph, if even for a moment. Lucius Malfoy, who had been walking toward Ginny Weasley, looked over with a menacing expression.

"Draco, can you handle the Mudblood or not? Do not embarrass me in front of my colleagues and friends. If you cannot handle her, I shall have to show you how it is done," Lucius said with a growl as he reached Ginny. He turned toward his girl of choice, a cold and merciless look in his gray eyes. Hermione watched Draco with fear and anger.

The blond boy stood before her like an Adonis, cloaked in black and pouting like a teenager. His face was scrunched with anger as he wiped the saliva from his porcelain skin. Hermione tried to struggle; the Petrificus charm was wearing off. She had to get loose, to help the others.

Hermione continued to struggle but could barely move. A moment later, however, she looked up in surprise as Draco removed the Petrificus charm completely. Before she had a moment to think, Hermione was hit with the Imperius Curse. She recognized the feeling of weightlessness immediately. Though she knew the curse, Hermione found herself unable to fight it. As Draco approached, she tried to concentrate, she willed herself to hit him, to scream, to do anything! Darkness washed over her like a wave and she nearly lost consciousness. Hermione gave up fighting the curse; merely trying to stay awake was enough of a battle.

Instead, she did as she was commanded. Her body carried her forward a step and turned her about. Draco began to unhook the magical binds on her arms. As he did, Hermione stood, horrified, as she watched Ginny Weasley.

The petite girl was looking up at Lucius with a dazed and almost adoring expression. Her hand traveled through his silky blond hair. Lucius merely smirked down at her, his right hand casually caressing the silver head of his walking cane. Hermione watched as Lucius walked away, leading Ginny to, presumably, a private room.

Hermione looked back at Draco, who had turned her to face him. His head was held high and the smirk that played upon his lips was almost more sadistic than anything Hermione had ever seen.

Her body turned and led the way, walking slowly toward a far corner room. She slipped through the door into an old dungeon, with merely a desk in the middle of the room. Instructions poured into her head though she could not hear Draco speaking them. They seemed to come from her own brain. She followed the instructions, removing her torn Hogwarts robes.

The cold air greeted her as she began to take off her bra and knickers. Hermione looked into his eyes, feeling her body react in confused attraction and fright. As she removed the plain black bra her nipples hardened at the crisp air. Draco's smirk intensified.

She left her clothes in a puddle of darkness on the floor, and Hermione stood, unashamed and naked, in front of Draco Malfoy. She couldn't tell if he was more satisfied with her appearance or his ability to control her. She suspected it was the latter.

She heard more instructions in her head, but they were clouded by the loud sounds of activities in the other rooms. Someone had turned on odd music and there was the sound of many bottles of liquor being opened. She could hear a particularly loud grunt of laughter, which seemed to come from Crabbe or Goyle Senior. She stood stiffly listening, trying to fight the instructions he was sending at her. Darkness swam before her again and Hermione ceased her rebellion.

She walked slowly over to the desk and sat down upon it as he had told her. She slowly scooted across the smooth surface, laying back, perfectly still. He approached. He reached out a pale but large hand, letting it glide slowly closer to her body.

Hermione looked up at him, confused. She had expected a quick start; she had prepared for it. He seemed convinced to take his time, however. Hermione bit her lip with insecurity. She hated not knowing, she absolutely hated being unsure.

She watched the hand as it hovered over her, mere centimeters from her skin. She was afraid to try to escape again; instead she merely watched his hand. He traveled her entire body with it, never touching her. The heat of her body seemed to increase, as though if she were hot enough the temperature might engulf his hand and bring it crashing onto her skin. She hated this suspense.

Hermione felt the most heat emanating from her middle; she felt an explosion building within her, crying for release and emancipation. Her body began to tremble; it was a mixture of heat and cold.

Strange memories flooded her brain. Hermione remembered visiting Yellowstone Park with her parents one summer. They had traveled all over America but Yellowstone had been the highlight. They had swam in the 'boiling river' as it was called. Pockets of thermal energy popped up throughout the riverbank, creating currents of incredibly hot water. The family had waded in the river where, standing in one solitary spot one could be hit with current after current of icy cold and boiling hot water, providing a rush of adrenaline which Hermione had never since experienced. Until now.

Although this adrenaline was nowhere near as wholesome or good, it was a rush of energy nonetheless. She felt her body react to the suspense, to the physicality of her current predicament. She felt heat and cold and tension. Draco seemed to sense it because he actually smiled.

It wasn't a smile like any Hermione had ever seen. It wasn't like Ron, who adopted a goofy grin whenever she was around; nor like Harry, whose smiles were like a precious and momentary peacefulness in a world of havoc and mayhem. It was a smile bred of desire and power, there was no way to describe it other than evil.

'Beg for me,' the voice inside her head taunted her, asking her to do the one thing she could never. Hermione squirmed. She had more freedom now, her body moved without his permission. She wondered if she could get away, if she could escape. As her body wiggled with desire and anticipation she found she had no desire to move.

Her voice cracked as she tried to speak. Long hours with no water had left her parched, and desire had claimed the remaining moisture in her body. Hermione tried to speak again, her voice coming out as a whisper, a growl. "Please, Draco. Please."

He showed no look of triumph or satisfaction, merely of concentration. She sat up, upon his command and began to undress him. There were many buttons on his robes but Hermione just tore them away, exposing each inch of pale flesh like a piece of fine art. His skin glowed in the soft light and Hermione reached for every bit of it she could get her hands on. She pressed him to her; anxious to feel his hands on her, to feel the touch of his hands most of all.

Draco held back, torturing her further with his teasing. Hermione heard more instructions in her head and obeyed immediately. She stood and he pushed her downward. She kneeled on the hard stone floor and looked up at him as she tore away the last of his clothing. Mere inches away she gazed upon him for the first time, the light catching the flecks of golden hair, which trailed down his abdomen. She hadn't time to examine what stood before her, he immediately pulled her head closer and Hermione opened her mouth to accommodate him.

He was hot and cold in her mouth, intensely human and yet so contained. It was the mixture of the two, which ignited her passion further as she licked and sucked on him with fervor.

He did not seem particularly impressed with her affections. He merely cupped her head in his hand, his long fingers weaving into her hair, and forced her to move at the rhythm he desired. Hermione tried to please him, opening herself to him fully. She looked up at him; convinced she could provoke a reaction. He seemed almost bored, glancing dully around the room.

The door suddenly burst open and Draco whirled quickly around. Hermione was flung aside, her skin scraping on the disintegrating stone floor. The pink light from the foyer invaded her private room and she felt suddenly ashamed.

Several men walked in, staring at her as she hugged her knees to her chest and tried to cover her body. Hermione saw Lucius Malfoy and knew she was in trouble. Hermione looked up at Draco with concern. He stood proudly and looked around the room.

"He is concerned about your abilities, Draco. Not a sound has been heard from this room. We have all decided that you require a small demonstration," Lucius smiled at Hermione, whose eyes widened, "to show you how we do things around here."

Before Hermione had even a moment to panic, she was hit with another Imperius curse, so much stronger than the first one. Lucius approached her, as did the others. Hermione felt her thoughts start to go fuzzy and all she saw was Lucius. He glowed as though infused with a supernatural source of light.

Hermione was told to stand up and she obeyed, almost before the thought registered in her brain. She backed up and sat on the desk, legs spread slightly. Her thighs were pale and slightly moist from desire. Lucius approached her, unbuttoning his robes. He flung them from his body in one fluid motion and continued his approach. He lay his robes and the cane on the desk next to Hermione and gave her a vicious look, a triumphant look.

Hermione closed her eyes and imagined Draco. She remembered his hand, slowly travelling the length of her naked form without ever touching her burning skin. She tried fervently to concentrate on that image, that feeling.

The feeling that invaded her next proved to be far too powerful however. Her attention was ripped from the image of Draco by the searing pain, which followed Lucius' invasion of her small form. He thrust deeply inside her, burying himself within her in a most brutal manner.

Hermione cried out in anguish, still squinting her eyes shut. She tried to remember Draco, to remember the feeling of the boiling water rushing around her.

'Open your eyes, Mudblood.' The words invaded her skull like a bullet and Hermione shook her head, trying to get them out. She couldn't, she wouldn't.

"I said," Lucius emphasized his point with a particularly deep thrust, sending Hermione sliding back across the desk a bit, "open your eyes, Mudblood."

This time she was unable to resist him, unable to fight it. The pain and the curse combined to make her dizzy and weak. She opened her eyes and looked straight at Lucius. She knew she had to keep eye contact with him. He was in control now, and he wasn't the type that cared if she begged for him, or begged him to stop.

The other men formed a circle around them, standing motionless except for an occasional alcohol-induced sway or misstep. Hermione barely noticed them. From the corner of her eye she could see Draco. He had carefully pulled his robes around him again, and though he stood at attention and seemed proud, Hermione knew this was an act of shame. She wanted to look at him, to find his eyes and plea with him to make it stop. Instead she found herself staring into the cold and merciless grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy.

He was thrusting inside her with a swift rhythm born of many years of this sort of activity. He was propped slightly against the desk, his arm muscles taut as his hips moved in fluid perfection in and out of her. Her body was crying in pain and confusion. Draco had awakened a desire and an acceptance from her body, and its only reward was cruel thrashing and compassionless glares from every direction. The warm liquid which had been prepared to embrace her lover was washed away with pain and blood and tightened muscles.

The thrusts increased and Hermione found herself surrounded by blackness and all she could see were the two grey eyes, which were squinted with concentration. Lucius banged his pelvis against Hermione's most delicate skin over and over again, each smack causing her to whine louder. She cried out as he picked up his pace, his length invading her deeply and quickly, the rhythm of which sent a shock wave along her body. Pleasure and pain and confusion and distress all mingled to make an explosion of hormones and tension, which carried Hermione into a state of near unconsciousness. She could only see his eyes, still boring into hers without even a hint of empathy.

Finally he let out a low growl, his eyes shutting in a moment of ecstasy. As soon as the grey eyes no longer looked into her own, Hermione felt the darkness envelop her and her body collapse. She fell away from the world, remembering only a pale hand hovering near her skin and grey eyes, which she was sure could see to the very depths of her.