Broken

Madness
Chapter 19

Once Draco and Hermione entered the Pensieve, Hermione turned to Draco. "You didn't do those things to me, Draco. I know you didn't. You are NOT your father."

"How do you explain all the signs then, Hermione? Violet is my daughter, not his."

Before Hermione had a chance to respond, their attention was drawn full force to the matter at hand. This was it... the missing memory.

Pensieve Hermione lay upon the bed, trying desperately not to cry. The present day Draco asked, "Didn't you say he Stupefied you?"

"I'm beginning to think there were some memories planted before. It made things easier to leave, if you ask me. Lucius didn't erase our memories, Draco; he bottled them up."

They both watched the scene play out in horror.

Into the Pensieve

Hermione was on the bed, unable to move. Lucius strode confidently to her and almost lovingly caressed her cheek where a bruise was already forming. A shiver ran up Hermione's spine while Lucius spoke softly.

"Yes, my darling little Mudblood, you are quite right for the picking. I must say, they do make your kind pretty on the outside." Suddenly his voice turned cold. "However, your insides are nothing but filth and dirty blood."

With the same hand he used to caress her, he backhanded her. Hermione flinched, but still refused to cry.

"Are you afraid of me, Mudblood? Are you afraid of what I will do to you?"

Hermione shook her head defiantly.

"You should be afraid. Do you have any idea how much I hate Harry Potter? He has been the bane of my existence for far too long. Because of his lucky triumphs over my Master, I have had to suffer... consequences. But today seems to be a very lucky day for the two of us, Miss Granger. Yes, lucky indeed. You see, you get to touch a Malfoy, and I get to have a piece of Harry Potter's whore!"

Lucius laid on top Hermione and stuck his fingers inside of her. "What do we have here?"

Hermione started to panic. "Please, Mr. Malfoy... I'm... I've never." Hermione begged him not to do what she knew he was going to do. Her efforts were futile, however.

"Oh, this IS your lucky day. Don't worry, darling, you'll not die a virgin. You will die with the juices of a Malfoy flowing through you." Lucius laughed maniacally and continued to assault her with his fingers.

Suddenly he stopped. He got off of her and pointed his wand to something in the corner of the room. "Ennervate."

"Draco, come here."

The sound of Draco's voice could be heard. "Father, please, just let us go. I am your son. Can't you please just let us go?"

"I'm sorry, Draco, but I can't do that. You may check on your Mudblood if you'd like."

Draco took the bait and hurried to where Hermione was lying on her side in a fetal position. "Granger, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. Please, I'm going to try to get us out of here. Granger - Hermione."

"Malfoy, I can't move. I don't know what he's done to me, but I can't get out of this bed. There's a shield or something that is keeping me in this bed."

Draco stood up again. "What have you done to her? She has done nothing to you. Your anger is toward me for not following your damned Master. Let her go."

Lucius smiled evilly at Draco. "You will get your punishment the same time she gets her reward. You see, I told her she would have the chance to lose her virginity to a Malfoy before she dies."

"Please, Father, don't... " Draco begged.

"Oh, I'm not going to rape her, Draco. No, you see because of you, I CAN'T," Lucius yelled.

And to Hermione's and Draco's horror, Lucius unzipped his trousers and lowered his pants. Hermione screamed, and Draco looked as if he was going to vomit.

"Yes, it's disgusting, isn't it? You see, Draco, this is my punishment for my son abandoning me. The Dark Lord thought I should no longer be able to bear children, so he took care of it for me. It would have been better if he would have simply removed it, but that's not really his style. So, instead, he made me into this monster. I'm not even a man. I'm an IT."

Sure enough, where there should have been a man's appendage there was a mangled, bloody monstrosity. Voldemort had removed the skin by magic and burned what was left. Just before Lucius had lost consciousness, Voldemort ended the spell, so that Lucius would wish for death.

"You see, Draco, the Dark Lord is none too forgiving. I begged for the mercy of death, but he is not merciful. So, here I stand before you, a monster." Lucius turned to Hermione. "Do not fear, my dear, you will still get a Malfoy."

Without warning, Lucius silently divested Draco's clothes with a wave of his wand. "Now, Draco, for your punishment, you will lose you own virginity to a Mudblood."

If the situation hadn't been so dire, Draco would have been angry for Lucius spilling that bit of information.

"I won't do it, Father," Draco said stubbornly, trying to cover his bits with his hands.

"You'll have no choice," Lucius drawled.

"D-Draco?"

Draco turned to the sound of Hermione's whisper. He bent low to hear her.

"Draco, if you don't do it, he'll put you under the Imperius Curse. You know he will, and he can make you do horrible things to me. Please, Draco, just do it and get it over with."

"But, Hermione, I can fight the Imperius Curse. I've been training with Severus. I know I can do it."

"Draco, please, is that a chance you want to take? You've been training, but you haven't completely mastered it. Please, I'm begging you, don't let him. He could force you to kill me, Draco."

Draco paled. Taking Hermione's virginity would be bad enough. But he would not have her blood on his hands. That was not a chance he was willing to take. "You're right. I'll be gentle, I promise."

Hermione nodded.

"Draco, you are wasting my time. Climb onto the girl and do your part as a Malfoy."

Draco lay on the bed beside Hermione and rubbed her arm. He looked deeply into her honey eyes and whispered, "Please forgive me."

Hermione stretched out and opened herself to him. He took a moment to marvel at her beauty and the curves of her body. If he had been given the chance to discover her on his own, he would have been ready and willing. However, the situation couldn't have been less romantic, and for that reason, he was flaccid.

"Do you need help, Draco?" Lucius asked.

Before Draco could respond, Lucius flicked his wand at Draco, which caused him to become erect. "There, now you are ready."

Draco closed his eyes in humiliation. He reached down to Hermione and used his fingers to get her ready for him. He knew he would never be able to look her in the eyes again.

"ENTER HER!" Lucius bellowed.

Draco looked into Hermione's eyes once more and slowly entered her. She gave a small yelp of pain when he broke through her hymen. Then he had begun to move slowly.

"Harder, Draco. You are a Malfoy! Act like one!"

Draco swallowed and moved faster. He looked into Hermione's eyes, hoping to give her some comfort and to let her know how very sorry he was for hurting her.

Hermione blinked back tears and, to let him know that she didn't blame him, she started to move with him.

It was the first time for both of them, so Draco wasn't surprised when pressure started to build in his groin. He couldn't stop it if he had wanted to. He looked pleadingly into her eyes as he emptied himself into her. He was humiliated and horrified at what he'd done.

As their heartbeats slowed, Draco rolled off of Hermione and stood.

"Bravo, Draco, bravo." Lucius gave a mock clap. "Now, for the finale."

"Father, please, you have hurt her enough. Please don't kill her," Draco whispered.

Lucius contemplated his son for a moment, then strode over to Hermione, who was lying on her back, tears now pouring freely.

"I'll not kill you, Mudblood. However, you will pay dearly for turning my son against me. You shall regret the day you stepped one filthy foot into my home. No, I'll not kill you; I have something better planned for you. I may not have been able to rape your body, Mudblood, but I will spend the rest of my days raping your mind; smartest witch of your age, indeed. When I am finished with you, I will rip you from your navel to your heart. Rest assured, Mudblood; I. Will. Break. You." Lucius finished in a terrifying whisper.

Lucius stood and pointed his wand at Draco, clothing him with a wave. He then stood back from them and pointed his wand at Hermione. Before the black light hit her, Draco was on top of her.

"No... Draco," Lucius whispered. Lucius stood still, not knowing which way to turn. In the aftermath of the day's events, Lucius' madness was starting to subside.

He walked over to the unconscious bodies of Draco and Hermione. He took a moment to comb his hands through his son's platinum hair, so much like his own. Then he took a moment to look at Hermione's slack face. He traced the lines of the bruises he had left there.

Lucius took a step back and stared at them both, and then he sank to his knees. "What have I done? I am his father. What have I done to my own child?" Then he looked at Draco again and whispered, "I don't know how, but I will make this up to you, Draco. I will repent for my sins. Please forgive me, Son. I will make this up to you both. But I can't let you know what I have made you do. She will be your wife now, Draco. I cannot let you know."

Lucius stood and walked swiftly to the desk in the corner of the room. "There is only one way to fix this." He pulled out two phials from the desk drawer.

After extracting the memories from his victims, Lucius corked the phials and gave one last fleeting look at the couple. "I hope you will forgive me one day. I hope you will find love in the end. Whatever sacrifice is necessary, I will make it, if it means you will find peace."

A moment later, Lucius Disapparated with a pop, and the memory ended.

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Draco and Hermione pulled themselves out of the Pensieve. They didn't speak at first until Harry finally asked, "Well?"

Draco sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. Hermione just stared into space, trembling, but neither said a word.

The sound of Violet's crying startled them all out of the moment. Harry was still holding her, and he tried to rock her back to sleep in his arms.

"Here, I'll take her," Hermione started, still shaking.

"No, let me take her," Draco pleaded.

Draco took the baby into his arms. After bouncing her for a moment, she finally fell back to sleep. When Hermione's trembling began to subside, she finally spoke.

"I don't understand it; how did we see all of that stuff after we were knocked out? If those were my memories, how did we see what Lucius did?"

"Because he added his own memories," Draco whispered. He became lost in thought, and something he had meant to ask his mother earlier dawned on him.

"Mother, do you know if the crescent moon birthmark means anything? Does it symbolize anything?"

Narcissa cleared her throat. "My grandmother used to tell me that it was a sign of someone who will have great power, but not necessarily great magical power. There are all kinds of power. She once told me that I had the power to find the good in people. Why do you ask?"

"I was just curious to know what's in store for us. I believe Violet will be a very special little girl. After all, she is my daughter," Draco said softly.