fic: steal this fic; no challenge
Title: Steal This Fic
Author: pack1ife
Summary: The places my mind can wander at the slightest suggestion...
Characters/Pairings: Lucius/Hermione, Bellatrix, mentions of Ron and Harry
Genre: Dark
Rating/Warnings: R/NC-17 -- Some mature content, sadistically dark humor, some DH spoilers
Medium:Fic
Word Count:1662
For: yinepu, for another comm's gift exchange, posting here for points please?
Hermione writhed in pain from Bellatrix's Crucatus Curse, "Where did you get that sword?" She shrieked between blasts.
"I keep telling you…" Hermione sputters, "Harry said he found it at the bottom of a lake…"
"You think…I'm that thick," Bella sashays, pushing her wand further up the girl's cheek, "What else did you steal…you thieving mudblood?"
"I don't know what you're talking about --" Hermione begins to reply but is cut off by another blast that elicits such great pain and louder screams she was not aware she could make.
Lucius calmly approaches from her left side, lightly hovering his hand above Bellatrix's shoulder, as if afraid to actually make any sort of contact, "Why don't you let me try loosening the undesirable's tongue?"
"Back off, cousin," Bellatrix hisses, arching her shoulders out of his way, as he seems to immediately recoil as if from an apparent snake bite. "I've got it covered. Besides, what could you do? You haven't even got a wand."
Lucius glares, but maintains composure, "I'm sure it'll find that I can be very persuasive."
"What does that mean?" Bellatrix cocks her head slightly to the side, "What are you suggesting?"
"Simply that we're going to have quite a difficult time extracting information from the prisoners if you keep cutting a swathe through their brains."
Bellatrix arches an eyebrow, but eventually sighs, her words stabbing like knives through the air, "Fine! You try your way. When that fails, we'll go back to mine. Or we'll just kill her," Her eyes narrowing on the younger girl, "that would suit the Dark Lord just fine." She stands for a long time, but Lucius does not move, "Well, go on, do…your idea."
"I can't gain its trust with you in the room," Lucius says, mono-syllabically.
"And why is that?" Bella challenges.
"You just finished torturing it," His teeth clenched tight between his lips, "that's not exactly the basis for a working relationship…" he looks once more at Bellatrix, "for most people."
"Fine Lucius," Bellatrix throws her hands in the air, "if you're such an expert on mudbloods, why don't you marry one?"
Lucius glowers after her as she makes a heated exit.
"I apologize for Mrs. Lestrange, you see," Lucius says assuming Hermione is a typical meddlesome, frightened 17 year old witch, "We're all under a lot of stress with the Dark Lord's return."
"I have nothing to say to you," Hermione says, still bound to the chair. "If you're looking to gain anything, you're wasting your time. I've already told you everything I know."
"Yes, Draco says you always tell everything you know," Lucius smiles, his eyes narrowing to snake-like slits. "You know that's not very smart," Lucius laughs, now sitting down on the chase before her. "You'd get a lot further in life if you learned to give it up only as needed."
"I don't need you telling me how to get ahead in life," Hermione glares, a little stunned by this kind of interrogation, trying to figure out the point of it, "Aren't you going to kill me anyway?"
Lucius looks at her sideways, "You're a very bright girl, Miss Granger."
Now it's Hermione's turn to laugh, "Is that the best you can do?"
"Honestly, no, I'm just getting started," He seems to begin to wonder aloud, then he turns, rather serious, though his usual air of pageantry still present, "What is it you were doing out there in the woods with Potter and the Weasley brat?"
Hermione glares at him, and delivers the token line, "We're on a mission..." then quickly searches her memory for a lie…the only one she can think of she can barely think without giggling, but she manages to state it firmly enough, "…from God." Keeping her lips tightly sealed over her teeth.
Lucius stares at her, vaguely unaware of the reference, as he simply senses she knows more than she is telling, "Seems an awful lot of trouble for three children."
"We have our sources," Hermione defends, shiftily.
"To what ends, Miss Granger?" Lucius places his hands on either side of her chair. Forcing her focus on his. "What is it you're seeking out there in the woods? There's no use playing coy. I'm not a bad Legimens myself."
"And I, while Harry saw fit to leave his mind open," Hermione fumes, "have been practicing Occlumency since 5th year."
"Touché," Lucius winks at her, feeling rather awkward now hovering so precariously above her, he simply smiles sadistically to take the edge off, "Granger."
Hermione looks up at him warily, unsure what to expect, though theories of Mr. Malfoy sprouting vampire fangs and draining blood from her neck were not too far off from her imagination. She giggled at the thought.
It was a mistake and she knew it, as she watched Lucius's eyes fill with rage, "Is there something amusing about this, Miss Granger?"
Before she could reply with a second row of giggles, Lucius snarls at her, stepping back a bit, lifting her up by the back of her hair, "I will not be mocked in my own house - and certainly not by some filthy little -- "
Hermione spits in his mouth, and he inadvertently swallows it, "What? Mudblood? So predictable," She writhes trying to free herself from his grip, "Don't you inbreds know any other words?"
"That's it," He gnashes his teeth into her ear, wrestling her to the floor. "You're mine!"
She rolls herself out from under him and punches him in the face, grabbing him by the nostrils before smashing his nose into the hardwood. As she attempts to escape, but he trips with the end of his cane and she falls again to the ground.
Lucius straddles her once more. Her hands and knees and chin badly scraped and bruised, nose and mouth dripping with blood, perhaps a few teeth missing as well - which would be fun to explain to her dentist parents. Hermione cries out loud in a last desperate attempt, but they either can't hear her or those present have grown quite accustomed to the cries of their victims. And for all she knew Ron and Harry were already dead or planning an escape. Would they risk their lives for her? They shouldn't. She'd have to kill them. But they'd never listen to her. They would come. Yes, this is how she always wanted them to see her. Torn up and bleeding, inside and out, on the floor under Lucius Malfoy.
Lucius cried out in rhythm with hers, but not in pain, though even Hermione was feeling a mixture of emotions and sensations now.
She moaned aloud finally, throwing up immediately afterwards. Chunks of it settling in her mess of hair.
Lucius laughs, awkwardly, riding her to a stop, "All over our freshly waxed floors," he sighs, pulling out and standing over her, "I suppose that's what I get for letting the Dork Lord use the manor as his base."
Hermione curls up a little, looking up at him curiously, "What did you call him?"
"You know what I meant," Lucius begins looking wildly about, "Bloody hell, he's going to kill me." He looks back down at Hermione, "Tell no one."
Hermione starts crying.
"Stop that," Lucius demands, as the cries grow ever louder. Lucius approaches her, blanketing her in his arms to suffocate the noise. "You know I hate that."
He lays her back in the chair. She pulls his cloak off over her as he moves away, though she is still shivering.
When she awakens he is standing over her still. His face unreadable, directly above hers. Her mouth trembles, struggling with a million words, but no courage to say them. Bad Gryffindor. No biscuit. She could kick herself for that. Letting this happen. For being strong enough. Smart enough. Suddenly nothing was enough anymore. There was only her and Lucius Malfoy.
She sticks her forfingers into both of his eyes before jumping up and running again. He tries to catch her on the end of his cane, but she grabs it and pulls him to the ground. Unfortunately, he grabs her ankle and she falls on top of him. Their heads smacking into each other, forcing themselves to stumble back a bit. And then they both start laughing uncontrollably.
"This is getting ridiculous," Hermione says between fits.
"You're telling me," Lucius tries, in vain, to fight it, "I'm being bested by a 17 year old mudblood."
"I'm besting you?" Hermione glows, standing over him, wheezing a little.
"Oh hush," Lucius rolls his eyes as he struggles for breath, misplaced cane, grabbing her shoulders for balance, "You know you're brilliant."
Hermione stares up at him as he rights himself, frighteningly aware of the smile across her face and how blue his eyes suddenly appeared to be. Oh bloody hell. It's like a disease.
She fights it, glaring at him, not at how perfectly thin his lips are - no, best glare in his general direction. Not at him. She slaps him, open-palmed, across the face. "Took you long enough to realize it."
"Careful child," finding his cane again, tracing it along the edge of her jaw, "you forget who's house you're in."
"You-Know-Who's?"
Lucius swipes that sardonic smirk right off her face.
She falls into the wall , chipping another tooth. He readies his stance before her, like a snake patiently stalking above its cornered prey, when an exasperated Bellatrix enters, interrupting their game, "The prisoners are escaping!" She pulls Hermione up by her hair, raising her wand, when the heroes arrive.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
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Though Lucius may or may not have heard Hermione whisper, "If we survive, same time, next year" in the crossfire.
And there may or may not have been a moment of awkward pause shared between them as they passed each other some months later in the battle of Hogwarts.
The subtle curl on her lip.
No, it was just his imagination.
Cyndi//Gryffindor
Author: pack1ife
Summary: The places my mind can wander at the slightest suggestion...
Characters/Pairings: Lucius/Hermione, Bellatrix, mentions of Ron and Harry
Genre: Dark
Rating/Warnings: R/NC-17 -- Some mature content, sadistically dark humor, some DH spoilers
Medium:Fic
Word Count:1662
For: yinepu, for another comm's gift exchange, posting here for points please?
Hermione writhed in pain from Bellatrix's Crucatus Curse, "Where did you get that sword?" She shrieked between blasts.
"I keep telling you…" Hermione sputters, "Harry said he found it at the bottom of a lake…"
"You think…I'm that thick," Bella sashays, pushing her wand further up the girl's cheek, "What else did you steal…you thieving mudblood?"
"I don't know what you're talking about --" Hermione begins to reply but is cut off by another blast that elicits such great pain and louder screams she was not aware she could make.
Lucius calmly approaches from her left side, lightly hovering his hand above Bellatrix's shoulder, as if afraid to actually make any sort of contact, "Why don't you let me try loosening the undesirable's tongue?"
"Back off, cousin," Bellatrix hisses, arching her shoulders out of his way, as he seems to immediately recoil as if from an apparent snake bite. "I've got it covered. Besides, what could you do? You haven't even got a wand."
Lucius glares, but maintains composure, "I'm sure it'll find that I can be very persuasive."
"What does that mean?" Bellatrix cocks her head slightly to the side, "What are you suggesting?"
"Simply that we're going to have quite a difficult time extracting information from the prisoners if you keep cutting a swathe through their brains."
Bellatrix arches an eyebrow, but eventually sighs, her words stabbing like knives through the air, "Fine! You try your way. When that fails, we'll go back to mine. Or we'll just kill her," Her eyes narrowing on the younger girl, "that would suit the Dark Lord just fine." She stands for a long time, but Lucius does not move, "Well, go on, do…your idea."
"I can't gain its trust with you in the room," Lucius says, mono-syllabically.
"And why is that?" Bella challenges.
"You just finished torturing it," His teeth clenched tight between his lips, "that's not exactly the basis for a working relationship…" he looks once more at Bellatrix, "for most people."
"Fine Lucius," Bellatrix throws her hands in the air, "if you're such an expert on mudbloods, why don't you marry one?"
Lucius glowers after her as she makes a heated exit.
"I apologize for Mrs. Lestrange, you see," Lucius says assuming Hermione is a typical meddlesome, frightened 17 year old witch, "We're all under a lot of stress with the Dark Lord's return."
"I have nothing to say to you," Hermione says, still bound to the chair. "If you're looking to gain anything, you're wasting your time. I've already told you everything I know."
"Yes, Draco says you always tell everything you know," Lucius smiles, his eyes narrowing to snake-like slits. "You know that's not very smart," Lucius laughs, now sitting down on the chase before her. "You'd get a lot further in life if you learned to give it up only as needed."
"I don't need you telling me how to get ahead in life," Hermione glares, a little stunned by this kind of interrogation, trying to figure out the point of it, "Aren't you going to kill me anyway?"
Lucius looks at her sideways, "You're a very bright girl, Miss Granger."
Now it's Hermione's turn to laugh, "Is that the best you can do?"
"Honestly, no, I'm just getting started," He seems to begin to wonder aloud, then he turns, rather serious, though his usual air of pageantry still present, "What is it you were doing out there in the woods with Potter and the Weasley brat?"
Hermione glares at him, and delivers the token line, "We're on a mission..." then quickly searches her memory for a lie…the only one she can think of she can barely think without giggling, but she manages to state it firmly enough, "…from God." Keeping her lips tightly sealed over her teeth.
Lucius stares at her, vaguely unaware of the reference, as he simply senses she knows more than she is telling, "Seems an awful lot of trouble for three children."
"We have our sources," Hermione defends, shiftily.
"To what ends, Miss Granger?" Lucius places his hands on either side of her chair. Forcing her focus on his. "What is it you're seeking out there in the woods? There's no use playing coy. I'm not a bad Legimens myself."
"And I, while Harry saw fit to leave his mind open," Hermione fumes, "have been practicing Occlumency since 5th year."
"Touché," Lucius winks at her, feeling rather awkward now hovering so precariously above her, he simply smiles sadistically to take the edge off, "Granger."
Hermione looks up at him warily, unsure what to expect, though theories of Mr. Malfoy sprouting vampire fangs and draining blood from her neck were not too far off from her imagination. She giggled at the thought.
It was a mistake and she knew it, as she watched Lucius's eyes fill with rage, "Is there something amusing about this, Miss Granger?"
Before she could reply with a second row of giggles, Lucius snarls at her, stepping back a bit, lifting her up by the back of her hair, "I will not be mocked in my own house - and certainly not by some filthy little -- "
Hermione spits in his mouth, and he inadvertently swallows it, "What? Mudblood? So predictable," She writhes trying to free herself from his grip, "Don't you inbreds know any other words?"
"That's it," He gnashes his teeth into her ear, wrestling her to the floor. "You're mine!"
She rolls herself out from under him and punches him in the face, grabbing him by the nostrils before smashing his nose into the hardwood. As she attempts to escape, but he trips with the end of his cane and she falls again to the ground.
Lucius straddles her once more. Her hands and knees and chin badly scraped and bruised, nose and mouth dripping with blood, perhaps a few teeth missing as well - which would be fun to explain to her dentist parents. Hermione cries out loud in a last desperate attempt, but they either can't hear her or those present have grown quite accustomed to the cries of their victims. And for all she knew Ron and Harry were already dead or planning an escape. Would they risk their lives for her? They shouldn't. She'd have to kill them. But they'd never listen to her. They would come. Yes, this is how she always wanted them to see her. Torn up and bleeding, inside and out, on the floor under Lucius Malfoy.
Lucius cried out in rhythm with hers, but not in pain, though even Hermione was feeling a mixture of emotions and sensations now.
She moaned aloud finally, throwing up immediately afterwards. Chunks of it settling in her mess of hair.
Lucius laughs, awkwardly, riding her to a stop, "All over our freshly waxed floors," he sighs, pulling out and standing over her, "I suppose that's what I get for letting the Dork Lord use the manor as his base."
Hermione curls up a little, looking up at him curiously, "What did you call him?"
"You know what I meant," Lucius begins looking wildly about, "Bloody hell, he's going to kill me." He looks back down at Hermione, "Tell no one."
Hermione starts crying.
"Stop that," Lucius demands, as the cries grow ever louder. Lucius approaches her, blanketing her in his arms to suffocate the noise. "You know I hate that."
He lays her back in the chair. She pulls his cloak off over her as he moves away, though she is still shivering.
When she awakens he is standing over her still. His face unreadable, directly above hers. Her mouth trembles, struggling with a million words, but no courage to say them. Bad Gryffindor. No biscuit. She could kick herself for that. Letting this happen. For being strong enough. Smart enough. Suddenly nothing was enough anymore. There was only her and Lucius Malfoy.
She sticks her forfingers into both of his eyes before jumping up and running again. He tries to catch her on the end of his cane, but she grabs it and pulls him to the ground. Unfortunately, he grabs her ankle and she falls on top of him. Their heads smacking into each other, forcing themselves to stumble back a bit. And then they both start laughing uncontrollably.
"This is getting ridiculous," Hermione says between fits.
"You're telling me," Lucius tries, in vain, to fight it, "I'm being bested by a 17 year old mudblood."
"I'm besting you?" Hermione glows, standing over him, wheezing a little.
"Oh hush," Lucius rolls his eyes as he struggles for breath, misplaced cane, grabbing her shoulders for balance, "You know you're brilliant."
Hermione stares up at him as he rights himself, frighteningly aware of the smile across her face and how blue his eyes suddenly appeared to be. Oh bloody hell. It's like a disease.
She fights it, glaring at him, not at how perfectly thin his lips are - no, best glare in his general direction. Not at him. She slaps him, open-palmed, across the face. "Took you long enough to realize it."
"Careful child," finding his cane again, tracing it along the edge of her jaw, "you forget who's house you're in."
"You-Know-Who's?"
Lucius swipes that sardonic smirk right off her face.
She falls into the wall , chipping another tooth. He readies his stance before her, like a snake patiently stalking above its cornered prey, when an exasperated Bellatrix enters, interrupting their game, "The prisoners are escaping!" She pulls Hermione up by her hair, raising her wand, when the heroes arrive.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
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Though Lucius may or may not have heard Hermione whisper, "If we survive, same time, next year" in the crossfire.
And there may or may not have been a moment of awkward pause shared between them as they passed each other some months later in the battle of Hogwarts.
The subtle curl on her lip.
No, it was just his imagination.
Cyndi//Gryffindor