FIC: Romance Drabbles -Chosen-
Series: Romance Drabbles
Title: Chosen
Author: roadkill2580
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Hermione Granger, Rabastan Lestrange
Rating: R
Summary: Drabbles, some of which are interconnected, with a Romance theme.
Spoilers: mild DH spoilers
Warnings: language, mentions of rape
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter at all, and I'm not making any money from this.
AN: The ones that are part of the same 'verse will be linked together. You'll have to go back to the master list page to read the other ones that are stand alones.
Prompt: chosen
Pairing: Rabastan/Hermione
Hermione gazed out at the crowd of Death Eaters, her stony expression hiding her pounding heart and sweating palms. Dolohov and Yaxley stood on either side of her and she was fairly certain Nott stood behind her just waiting for her to try and run. She wouldn't, not before thirty Death Eaters, and not before the Dark Lord. Hermione wasn't stupid. Besides, she didn't want to give Dolohov, the sick bastard, the satisfaction of seeing her run hopelessly only to be captured again, the same way a cat lets go of their dinner before snagging it again.
She twisted her wrists in the tight rope, wishing it was a little looser. Her wrists itched and ached simultaneously. But the thought of the rope being looser left her mind as Voldemort stood. Just his one movement alone was enough to silence his fanatic servants and when he began to speak, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
"Tonight, my loyal Death Eaters, we have a very special guest: Miss Hermione Granger," he made a sweeping motion with his hand and Hermione grit her teeth once she realized what he wanted. She would play his games, if only for her safety.
"Greetings," she said as formally and stiffly as she could, hoping her cold tone would convey exactly how displeased she was. There were a few snickers in the crowd, but all was silent once more when Voldemort resumed.
"Miss Granger, despite her unfortunate heritage, is a very talented witch, and above all, I respect such power, which she has in spades. However, Miss Granger has dared to fight against me, and so she cannot be allowed to go freely. Thus, the only way to obtain her power is to obtain her legacy: Her children," despite his sibilant voice, his manner of expression and word choice made him hypnotizing. Hermione almost forgot that she was the one being spoken of.
"I have thought very long and hard on who should be the one to father a powerful child with her. One who has great skill and power. One who has rarely, if ever, displeased me. A Death Eater loyal to the cause and willing to sacrifice everything. It has been decided," he paused for dramatic effect, or so it seemed to Hermione. She swallowed the hard lump in her throat. Who in here would be the one to rape her repeatedly in an attempt to get her pregnant? Not that she would. Hermione had long ago taken precautionary measures for that. She had created a spell, resistant to anti contraceptive spells, which would prevent pregnancy if she had been forced. Even though she wouldn't conceive from any encounters, she would still be violated at the deepest level.
"Rabastan Lestrange, you, above all others, have been chosen. Rise, and take the mother of your future children," Voldemort decreed. Hermione fought hard not to sway on her feet. Not that she wanted to get raped by anyone, least of all a Death Eater, but couldn't someone else have taken her? Why him? Why did it have to be a man skilled in torture? Hermione bit her tongue in an effort to control herself. She didn't think even her clever mind could think a way out of this doomed situation. Well, she thought somewhat consolingly, when he raped her, he was going to be in for a very unpleasant surprise.
Part Two: Paris.
Part Three: Tainted.
Title: Chosen
Author: roadkill2580
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Hermione Granger, Rabastan Lestrange
Rating: R
Summary: Drabbles, some of which are interconnected, with a Romance theme.
Spoilers: mild DH spoilers
Warnings: language, mentions of rape
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter at all, and I'm not making any money from this.
AN: The ones that are part of the same 'verse will be linked together. You'll have to go back to the master list page to read the other ones that are stand alones.
Prompt: chosen
Pairing: Rabastan/Hermione
Hermione gazed out at the crowd of Death Eaters, her stony expression hiding her pounding heart and sweating palms. Dolohov and Yaxley stood on either side of her and she was fairly certain Nott stood behind her just waiting for her to try and run. She wouldn't, not before thirty Death Eaters, and not before the Dark Lord. Hermione wasn't stupid. Besides, she didn't want to give Dolohov, the sick bastard, the satisfaction of seeing her run hopelessly only to be captured again, the same way a cat lets go of their dinner before snagging it again.
She twisted her wrists in the tight rope, wishing it was a little looser. Her wrists itched and ached simultaneously. But the thought of the rope being looser left her mind as Voldemort stood. Just his one movement alone was enough to silence his fanatic servants and when he began to speak, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
"Tonight, my loyal Death Eaters, we have a very special guest: Miss Hermione Granger," he made a sweeping motion with his hand and Hermione grit her teeth once she realized what he wanted. She would play his games, if only for her safety.
"Greetings," she said as formally and stiffly as she could, hoping her cold tone would convey exactly how displeased she was. There were a few snickers in the crowd, but all was silent once more when Voldemort resumed.
"Miss Granger, despite her unfortunate heritage, is a very talented witch, and above all, I respect such power, which she has in spades. However, Miss Granger has dared to fight against me, and so she cannot be allowed to go freely. Thus, the only way to obtain her power is to obtain her legacy: Her children," despite his sibilant voice, his manner of expression and word choice made him hypnotizing. Hermione almost forgot that she was the one being spoken of.
"I have thought very long and hard on who should be the one to father a powerful child with her. One who has great skill and power. One who has rarely, if ever, displeased me. A Death Eater loyal to the cause and willing to sacrifice everything. It has been decided," he paused for dramatic effect, or so it seemed to Hermione. She swallowed the hard lump in her throat. Who in here would be the one to rape her repeatedly in an attempt to get her pregnant? Not that she would. Hermione had long ago taken precautionary measures for that. She had created a spell, resistant to anti contraceptive spells, which would prevent pregnancy if she had been forced. Even though she wouldn't conceive from any encounters, she would still be violated at the deepest level.
"Rabastan Lestrange, you, above all others, have been chosen. Rise, and take the mother of your future children," Voldemort decreed. Hermione fought hard not to sway on her feet. Not that she wanted to get raped by anyone, least of all a Death Eater, but couldn't someone else have taken her? Why him? Why did it have to be a man skilled in torture? Hermione bit her tongue in an effort to control herself. She didn't think even her clever mind could think a way out of this doomed situation. Well, she thought somewhat consolingly, when he raped her, he was going to be in for a very unpleasant surprise.
Part Two: Paris.
Part Three: Tainted.