Fic: Breaking a Mudblood
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hpkinkfestTitle: Breaking a Mudblood
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dragongirl997
Prompt Number: 410 submitted bydexstarr
Kink Showcased: Caging
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Bellatrix/Hermione
Summary: There's something so adorable about those angry eyes peering out through the bars.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1090~
Author's Notes: This goes AU/AR after book four, Harry didn’t survive that Dual with the revived Voldemort at least not intact and the ‘good’ side is losing –or has lost- the war.
She didn’t know how long she had been here now, but it was long enough for her to know far more about those out there then she ever wanted to know. When she was awake she could tell which ones were around by the sounds of their foot steeps as they echoed on the metal of the small room. She knew that most of them came though here just to look at her, had learned it after those first few months, or at least she thought it had been months, but she couldn’t be sure. She could only count the passing of time by the meals she was given and unless she missed her mark they didn’t feed her three times a day or even two more often then not. She supposed the only comfort she could take was in the fact that at least she hadn’t been forced to be with them like she had seen and heard with most of the others.
The irregular echoing of softer steeps caused her to unconsciously lift her gaze into the darkness beyond the bars and force her thoughts to a halt. It was those steps that had ‘saved’ her from the fate of being a Death Eater toy if she had her best guess. It didn’t mean she was left alone, not by any stretch of the word, but she wasn’t passed around either. There were days when she almost wondered if that wouldn’t have been easier as she would probably be gone by now rather then stuck here, but then she reminds herself that she doesn’t want to be dead.
It is those days when she finds herself nearly wanting to give up. She doesn’t want to be dead no, but she almost wonders if she isn’t a coward for not trying harder to get away from all this. Still she can honestly say that even if she doesn’t like it she is rather well trained now. That doesn’t stop her gaze from flaring with anger though especially not when those foot falls finally stop and their owner is looking at her though the bars. Brown eyes and brown bushy hair with paler then could ever be healthy skin, she knows she isn’t pretty, but she also knows that the owner of those dark eyes doesn’t care. Meeting that gaze she is always reminded of why she is still fighting, because she will not let that thing win. She might be stuck here, but she was still Hermione Jane Granger and she would not be beat by the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange.
The insane smile on Bellatrix’s face was the same one she wore every time she came to visit her little toy. The Mudblood had been a gift to her from her Master and she had enjoyed their little games there really was something so adorable about those angry brown eyes peering out through the bars. That bushy hair, pale skin, and lack of proper diet made the younger female look all that much smaller and more childlike to Bellatrix and it really did make it more interesting to have some fun with her.
She heard how the others whispered of her being insane or of wanting a ‘go’ at her toy, but she ignored the whispers the Mudblood was hers that collar on her neck said so. It really had been such fun trying to break her especially those first few weeks when she had held out so much hope that ‘Harry was going to save her’. The girl’s thoughts were like a book that she could easily open and read any time she wanted to and she took advantage of it frequently. Today though today she had come for another try at breaking Granger, she liked that fire in those brown eyes, but she wanted to see what they would look like if she managed to break her it was just to delicious of a thought.
Her grin spread wider as she head the foot steps behind her that told her that her guest was finally moving. The steps were soft and she could see the surprise and suspicion in the Mudblood’s brown gaze, but she didn’t say anything or move from her place it wouldn’t do for her to miss her toy’s reaction to her surprise after all.
The widening of those eyes was more then enough to tell Bellatrix that her toy had spotted the person and knew who it was. To hear that gasp of the name though was nearly enough to make her squeal in delight, but she managed to only giggle like a small girl instead. Oh this was too perfect, to delicious, more then she could have hoped for in fact and while she didn’t want her toy broken she was glad her Master had let her borrow the boy. “I thought you would like him.” Bellatrix cooed to her caged toy as she squatted down pushing her face closer.
Hermione couldn’t get her brain to form coherent thoughts mustless get her lips to move and spit them out. To see him standing there so calmly in the presence of such a highly ranked member of Voldemort’s ‘army’ was enough to shut her down. She had managed to keep up her hope because she just knew that the others were safe and out of harm’s way, but to be proven so wrong was too much and she could feel herself shutting down.
Bellatrix pushed her face closer still when the brown gaze met her own dark one again she could nearly see the light and fire leaving those eyes. It had taken her Master some work to get the boy trained, but now that he was she might just have to try and borrow him more often if this was what she could get for it. She might have the Mudblood in a cage of steel, but she could see the mental cage the girl was building to try and ‘protect’ herself from this new information. That was ok she didn’t mind it would only make things better when she forced the girl from that mental cage or so she decided as she put one of her hands though the bars of steel and ran the backs of her fingers along the girl’s cheek her grin growing when the Mudblood flinched away from her touch. Yes this was going to be a truly fun thing to do though she did wonder how long it would take to actually break the Mudblood.
Author:
dragongirl997 Prompt Number: 410 submitted by
dexstarrKink Showcased: Caging
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Bellatrix/Hermione
Summary: There's something so adorable about those angry eyes peering out through the bars.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1090~
Author's Notes: This goes AU/AR after book four, Harry didn’t survive that Dual with the revived Voldemort at least not intact and the ‘good’ side is losing –or has lost- the war.
She didn’t know how long she had been here now, but it was long enough for her to know far more about those out there then she ever wanted to know. When she was awake she could tell which ones were around by the sounds of their foot steeps as they echoed on the metal of the small room. She knew that most of them came though here just to look at her, had learned it after those first few months, or at least she thought it had been months, but she couldn’t be sure. She could only count the passing of time by the meals she was given and unless she missed her mark they didn’t feed her three times a day or even two more often then not. She supposed the only comfort she could take was in the fact that at least she hadn’t been forced to be with them like she had seen and heard with most of the others.
The irregular echoing of softer steeps caused her to unconsciously lift her gaze into the darkness beyond the bars and force her thoughts to a halt. It was those steps that had ‘saved’ her from the fate of being a Death Eater toy if she had her best guess. It didn’t mean she was left alone, not by any stretch of the word, but she wasn’t passed around either. There were days when she almost wondered if that wouldn’t have been easier as she would probably be gone by now rather then stuck here, but then she reminds herself that she doesn’t want to be dead.
It is those days when she finds herself nearly wanting to give up. She doesn’t want to be dead no, but she almost wonders if she isn’t a coward for not trying harder to get away from all this. Still she can honestly say that even if she doesn’t like it she is rather well trained now. That doesn’t stop her gaze from flaring with anger though especially not when those foot falls finally stop and their owner is looking at her though the bars. Brown eyes and brown bushy hair with paler then could ever be healthy skin, she knows she isn’t pretty, but she also knows that the owner of those dark eyes doesn’t care. Meeting that gaze she is always reminded of why she is still fighting, because she will not let that thing win. She might be stuck here, but she was still Hermione Jane Granger and she would not be beat by the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange.
The insane smile on Bellatrix’s face was the same one she wore every time she came to visit her little toy. The Mudblood had been a gift to her from her Master and she had enjoyed their little games there really was something so adorable about those angry brown eyes peering out through the bars. That bushy hair, pale skin, and lack of proper diet made the younger female look all that much smaller and more childlike to Bellatrix and it really did make it more interesting to have some fun with her.
She heard how the others whispered of her being insane or of wanting a ‘go’ at her toy, but she ignored the whispers the Mudblood was hers that collar on her neck said so. It really had been such fun trying to break her especially those first few weeks when she had held out so much hope that ‘Harry was going to save her’. The girl’s thoughts were like a book that she could easily open and read any time she wanted to and she took advantage of it frequently. Today though today she had come for another try at breaking Granger, she liked that fire in those brown eyes, but she wanted to see what they would look like if she managed to break her it was just to delicious of a thought.
Her grin spread wider as she head the foot steps behind her that told her that her guest was finally moving. The steps were soft and she could see the surprise and suspicion in the Mudblood’s brown gaze, but she didn’t say anything or move from her place it wouldn’t do for her to miss her toy’s reaction to her surprise after all.
The widening of those eyes was more then enough to tell Bellatrix that her toy had spotted the person and knew who it was. To hear that gasp of the name though was nearly enough to make her squeal in delight, but she managed to only giggle like a small girl instead. Oh this was too perfect, to delicious, more then she could have hoped for in fact and while she didn’t want her toy broken she was glad her Master had let her borrow the boy. “I thought you would like him.” Bellatrix cooed to her caged toy as she squatted down pushing her face closer.
Hermione couldn’t get her brain to form coherent thoughts mustless get her lips to move and spit them out. To see him standing there so calmly in the presence of such a highly ranked member of Voldemort’s ‘army’ was enough to shut her down. She had managed to keep up her hope because she just knew that the others were safe and out of harm’s way, but to be proven so wrong was too much and she could feel herself shutting down.
Bellatrix pushed her face closer still when the brown gaze met her own dark one again she could nearly see the light and fire leaving those eyes. It had taken her Master some work to get the boy trained, but now that he was she might just have to try and borrow him more often if this was what she could get for it. She might have the Mudblood in a cage of steel, but she could see the mental cage the girl was building to try and ‘protect’ herself from this new information. That was ok she didn’t mind it would only make things better when she forced the girl from that mental cage or so she decided as she put one of her hands though the bars of steel and ran the backs of her fingers along the girl’s cheek her grin growing when the Mudblood flinched away from her touch. Yes this was going to be a truly fun thing to do though she did wonder how long it would take to actually break the Mudblood.
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Date: 2011-01-26 03:00 pm (UTC)Mmm it was left intentional ambiguous, but if I expand maybe I'll have to decide.
...dang it I thought I had it all fixed that was why it was posted so late...
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Date: 2011-01-30 01:56 am (UTC)I think you could write a longer fic about "the breaking of the mudblood".
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Date: 2011-01-30 05:11 am (UTC)I was actually looking fer another prompt to claim the other day and found a few more that were Bellatrix/Hermione. I didn't pick up any to post because I found something else, but if no one claims them by the time the fourth week is over I'm probably going to use them to turn this into a series of Kink Fest Prompts. So we'll see how that turns out, but even if I don't I think I will do more on this it really is a fun little plunny.
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