Fiction drabble: Hermione/Rabastan
Another fic drop off. Trying to finish everything while I've got the day off work.
Title: Caligula
Author:
riddles_novice
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Rabastan Lestrange
Summary: Hermione struggles still but for how long?
Rating: R
Words: 190
Warning: Language, mentions of rape.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's characters.
Notes: Continues from Lucky. In response to
the_serpent_den's prompt Photograph. Unbetaed.
Caligula
A flash of light blinded Hermione as the wizard before her started to fan him self with a Polaroid photograph.
“Just something to remember the occasion by.” Rabastan grinned as he placed the camera and photo on a small table nearby.
“You want to remember that you fucked a mudblood?” Hermione snarled before Rabastan wrenched her chin up in a tight grip; his blue eyes holding her.
“Correction,” His black hair fell before his eyes. “Just a reminder for you; that you got fucked by a Death Eater, love.”
He let go of her chin roughly and moved backwards. One of his hands slid down to his naked stomach, playing with the fine black hairs that trailed down its flat surface before he started to divest himself of his black pants.
Turning her face away, her eyes fell onto the photograph that the Death Eater just took. She could see herself moving in the picture, naked and struggling against the invisible rope.
“My reward.” She heard Rabastan mumble and she turned back to face him.
Hermione felt her face pale as Rabastan Lestrange stood naked before her, camera in hand.
Title: Caligula
Author:
riddles_novice
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Rabastan Lestrange
Summary: Hermione struggles still but for how long?
Rating: R
Words: 190
Warning: Language, mentions of rape.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's characters.
Notes: Continues from Lucky. In response to
the_serpent_den's prompt Photograph. Unbetaed.
Caligula
A flash of light blinded Hermione as the wizard before her started to fan him self with a Polaroid photograph.
“Just something to remember the occasion by.” Rabastan grinned as he placed the camera and photo on a small table nearby.
“You want to remember that you fucked a mudblood?” Hermione snarled before Rabastan wrenched her chin up in a tight grip; his blue eyes holding her.
“Correction,” His black hair fell before his eyes. “Just a reminder for you; that you got fucked by a Death Eater, love.”
He let go of her chin roughly and moved backwards. One of his hands slid down to his naked stomach, playing with the fine black hairs that trailed down its flat surface before he started to divest himself of his black pants.
Turning her face away, her eyes fell onto the photograph that the Death Eater just took. She could see herself moving in the picture, naked and struggling against the invisible rope.
“My reward.” She heard Rabastan mumble and she turned back to face him.
Hermione felt her face pale as Rabastan Lestrange stood naked before her, camera in hand.