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 NSFW/Explicit  Female x Male  Dark/Violent  Fandom Overdue revenge

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Bbkwood1944, Mar 5, 2019.

  1. Bbkwood1944

    Bbkwood1944 Wild Member Member

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    @Charlotte Rose


    It was a cold afternoon when he stepped into his father office. September was a beautiful month, the air was cool, the colors, it was all beautiful to the young Malfoy. The colorful leaves had been his favorite part of all seasons, so when he got the glorious news that his father was bearing on him, made him love this season all much more.


    He knocked on the dark wool oak gently, his knuckles echoing around the large room and halls. His father looked up for his work and gave him a rather delectable smirk. “Draco, I'm glad you're here. Come in, please” he sat down his quill and leaned back in his large cushioned chair.


    Draco stepped in and sat down, looking around his father's office, the same office he was so familiar with. The office he would sit in as a child and eat lunch while his father worked on his paperwork from the ministry. Those days were so different. So bright.


    “You asked for me father?” Draco’s steel grey eyes landed on older steel grey eyes, wrinkled in the crook of his eyes. “yes, I have some great news” he folded his hands together, planting them utop her paperwork. “last night, while the new recruits were out, they found the brains of the golden trio.”


    Draco's eyes lit up when he heard those sweet sweet words drip from his father's mouth. “granger? The Hermione Granger?” He asked, amazed, leaning closer to the desk, his elbows planted on his knees, intrigued. Lucius smirked widened as he shook his head. “yes, we found her out in the woods, and after a little rough housing, they brought her here, to the manor-” he was cut off by his son who nearly jumped with joy. Draco couldn't wait to get his hands on that filthy little mudblood. “here?” He darted his head around as if his father had Christmas presents hiding. “where?” he added on, turning back to his father, excited.


    “now, draco, you must calm down, you'll have plenty of time to torture that little excuse of a witch, but first patience” his father sat up and brushed some falling hair away from his face and behind his ear. Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes. “how can I be patient when I spent years being tormented by her and her little possy of freaks” he snarled at the grown man, who was pleased to see his sons attitude. He knew he couldn't wait much longer to give him the cherry on top.


    “but there's more news” his father added on. “more?” Draco almost squeaked in excitement, he was hanging on by the edge of his seat. “mhm. She will be a slave to the Malfoy family.”


    Draco almost shot up, he was over his head, dying to go find her and rub it in her face as he forced her to kiss is perfect clean and polished shoes. “where is she?” he asked, more serious.


    Lucius was very proud of his son, though he knew he could no longer hold the reins on his son. “she's in the dungeons, why don't you give her a warm welcome” his smirk was cocky, and identical to the one on his sons face.


    The young man darted out of his father's office and made his way down the halls until he reached a door that blended into the walls, stepping down, grabbing the keys off the cold walls, unlocking the metal gate door that lead to the dark, damp, dungeons.

    It had been three years since the second war happened. Harry potter had died in front of all of his friends and fellow classmates. He had lived and fought since he was a child only to come to his demise.

    Voldemort had won and the wizarding world had for her changed. Draco was now a high ranked compared to where he use to stand. He stood just under his father which was second in command. Bellatrix of course didn't appreciate that, but after beinf crucio'd for hours by the one and only voldemort, she had learned her place.

    The thoughts that once penetrated Dracos mind about how he wanted to redeem himself and become someone better, but than Harry died and Draco's life for the better. Those sweet thoughts of being a good man was swept away the moment voldemort hugged him infront of the entire student body at Hogwarts.
     
  2. Charlotte Rose

    Charlotte Rose Well-Known Member Member

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    When life continued after the death Harry Potter it wasn't a life worth living. Voldemort reigned supreme and that sent all Muggleborns across the United Kingdom scattered into the wind; some to neighboring countries, others went underground to hide from the blatant enslavement and executions. Even Half Bloods were not safe, many were stripped from rank and their wands snapped before their very eyes if they did not swear their loyalties to the Dark Lord. A terrible, unfortunate outcome for the wizarding world.

    Hermione Granger, the brains of the Golden Trio, had joined a small group of rebels trying to find a way to win back the control of the ministry. Unfeasible to most but Hermione had a strong heart and enough courage left in her to continue the fight even though the fight seemed pointless without the Chosen One. Ron had joined her and then left and then rejoined the band of rebels. He was very temperamental and without Harry to talk some sense into him it was nearly impossible for the couple to talk through very many of their problems. He just seemed to ignore the fact that he wasn't the only one who had sacrificed so much for a losing war.

    It was nearly nightfall when the attack had started. A tent was set on fire with several witches and wizards running out throwing their own curses and hexes at the attacking Deatheaters. The number of Deatheaters, since the fall, had grown exponentially. There were too many, no point in staying for a fight. A few managed to escape, Hermione was not one of them. Recognized by, she could only assume, past classmates. She fought until she was hit with a destabilizing Cructiatus curse, she dropped like a rock; her scream causing alarm for a number of birds taking cover and they flew away in the distance. How she longed to be one of them.


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    It was cold,dark and damp. Hermione scrunched her nose at the pungent, mildew smell. Her body still ached from the torture she had endured for what felt like an eternity. Her cheeks were sticky from the dried tears that poured from her dark brown eyes. Hermione found enough strength to push her body into a sitting position as she took in her new surroundings. She shuddered as she started to realize where exactly she was.

    Malfoy Manor. In their dungeon.

    At first the small framed woman brought her knees under her chin. How would she manage to escape this time? Dobby the house elf had been the one who broke them out the first time. Dobby was dead. Harry was dead. Dumbledore was dead. Everyone was dead. Soon she would be dead. Perhaps she had been hoping it would be that simple. It would be the easy way out of this situation.

    No. She couldn't resort to those thoughts. She had to keep going, keep fighting.

    The sound of metal locks scrapping against metal shook her from those thoughts. She quickly scrambled to her feet, preparing herself to fight or to die. Either way, she would not go down easily.
     
  3. Bbkwood1944

    Bbkwood1944 Wild Member Member

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    Tears. He had to deal with this little Mudblood for years. He was always put in the shadows. Him. A Malfoy. A pure blood. Because this little mediocre witch comes along and has to be a lil’ bloody good two shoes. This disgusting buck tooth, frizzy hair, weird looking, know it all, political, teachers pet, reckless, gets away with everything, student pops up and ruins his life. She and her shitty little friends come around and ‘save’ the day. They ruin everything, even when they break the rules there being heroes. They do what they please and when they please because that fat ass old man protected them and even after that sick fuck was killed, they still did what they pleased and when.


    They almost won. Those three little rats almost won. Harry potter was so close to winning and every death eater was ready to turn to smoke and hide, but just as Potter was about to make the ‘world good again’, the dark lord used all the power he could muster and the killing curse struck Potter straight in the chest, knocking him down and killing him. It took seconds for his side to win. The dark side. The right side. He stood with his classmates, the feeling of...He didn't quite know what hovered in his chest. Half of him wanted to shout and yell I'm glory but the other side wanted to hide behind his classmates, the world was going to become a very very dark place.


    He hesitated when draco crossed over to his family, stopping when the dark lord pulled him into a hug. At first he was disgusted, but then something happened. That fear, that disgust, that worry all went away. He felt power, he felt high, he felt like he could watch all of his classmates die and he would watch in glory, a sick twisted smirk on his face. The dark lord let go of him and he stepped in front of his father and mother, his father planting a hand on his shoulder, a proud father.


    That's when chaos erupted. He watched the fellow students run and hide, disappearing In every way that they could. Draco stood there and watched as the dark lord held his wand above his head, wrist twisted, and the killing curse flying out hitting anyone who didn't move fast enough.


    That was a glorious day.


    It had now been almost a year since that day and most of the D.A have died or been captured and torchered until they could no longer remember what their name was. Most were dead and only the purest of purebloods lived and even than of they stood behind Harry Potter or Dumbledore, they were killed on the spot.


    Draco smirked to himself as he swung the metal gated door open, the disgusting sound of the rusted door screeching in a blood curdling way, the sound echoing off the walls and back to Draco. He didn't mind though, he was use to it. He stepping out and off the stairs, his shiney black dress shoes softly tapping in the water that piled by the door. It wasn't a lot, but enough to see it softly glistening off the dimly lit concrete floor. He walked in slowly, looking around to see where she was. He flicked his hand and the door closed behind him, locking again.


    He looked around until he spotted a pile of body against a wall near the back. His smirk got more dark and he lifted his wand. With a mental Lumos a bright light swarmed off the end of his wand, now he could see clearly. It was definitely Hermione.


    His feet got closer until he stood in front of her, he lowered his wand, just incase the light was so bright that she couldn't see him. He wanted her to see him. He wanted to see just how much danger she may be in. She was hurt from the rough housing of being captured, weak from no food because he knew his father had kept her down there for a few days. He always did and her wand missing, his father wasn't stupid, though Draco didn't know if it was snapped or just hidden. “Granger” he snapped at her. Making sure she was awake. “do you know where you are?” He asked softly but hissing, crouching down so his feet were arched and holding him on the front pads, his knees bent, his arms resting on his legs. “do you know who I am?” He asked again, this time more curious than normal. He needed to see just how roughed up she was.
     
  4. Charlotte Rose

    Charlotte Rose Well-Known Member Member

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    Hermione eyes went slightly wide as she saw that the youngest of the Malfoy family had joined her in the dungeons. She had only heard from others that Draco had fully embraced the darkness that dwelled within him since Harry's demise. Perhaps it would have been different if it had turned out differently, but as of yet he was a threat to her safety. Her dark brown eyes watched him as he crouched low to the ground, "Malfoy," she seethed as she said his name, "If my memory serves me then I am in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor." she knew where she was. Yes, the torture had been excruciating but she was weak minded, it would take days of torture for her to lose her sanity with the Cruciatus Curse.

    "It seems you've made a name for yourself being Voldemort's pet." she told him, as if trying to get a rise out of him.
     
  5. Bbkwood1944

    Bbkwood1944 Wild Member Member

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    Draco smirked when he heard the way she said his surname. She wasn't too badly ruffed up of she could remember him. He looked her up and down. She looked absolutely horrid. He loved it. He in a little as hermione scowled at him.


    “it's good to see that you're not to barmy in the brains, Granger. If you were so messed up, I'd have to put you down, and believe me, that's the last thing I want to do.” He watched her intently. The dungeon was dark, cold, damp. He enjoyed the cold.


    He chuckled and stood up, looking down at her, Sticking his hands in his pockets. “tsk tsk Granger, haven't you heard? I'm no longer a little puppet for the dark lord. No, instead me and him are almost equals, in fact he prefers me more than my father most times.” He smirked as he stepped closer, bending down a little, sliding one of his hands out of his pocket, grabbing on of Hermione's arms, pulling her up harshly. “besides Mudblood. I'd watch what you're talking about. Calling me a pet.” He let out a hardy laugh. “do you know why you're here Granger?” He gave her a mused look, his dark blonde eyebrows rising. “no? Well, let me enlighten you then.” He gripped her arm tighter, putting it behind her back harshly, holding it in a way that humans were not meant to be bent. “you're the new Malfoy slave!” He said in a sing song voice. “you'll be here, serving me and alllllll the other Malfoys in anyway they please, this includes myself, clearly. So, I would be careful how you talk to me” he gave a sharp tug in her arm, his other hand moving to grab her mangled hair, pulling it harshly back, lifting her head up and exposing her neck.


    He gave her a quick smirk, now standing behind her as he held her body. “now, why don't we get you cleaned up? We don't want out slaves looking like peasants now do we?” He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the side of her neck, just to get a rise out of her.
     
  6. Charlotte Rose

    Charlotte Rose Well-Known Member Member

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    Hermione scoffed as he explained that he was nearly equal to Voldemort. As if he would every see anyone as an equal. When he grabbed her and forced her to her feet she winced from the force. A pained sound escaped her lips as he enlightened her, her arm pinned behind her back. A slave. She was kept alive to be forced to serve the Malfoy family. She would serve them alright. Right into their graves. He didn't stop being rough as he tugged her arm higher and grabbed her from the back of her head moving it to expose her vulnerable neck.

    She moved her free hand to grab the hand he had in her hair trying to wretch it away from her. When she felt his lips touch her neck, he got a rise out of her. Perhaps not one he had anticipated. Hermione brought her knee up until it came into contact with his groin.
     
  7. Bbkwood1944

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    Draco enjoyed this new peer he had over her. Before he wouldn't dare touch this little pathetic mudblood but now, he had full range and was going to do with her whatever he pleased.

    He could tell by the shock that she had when he announced that she would be a slave. She would be used in any way that the Malfoys pleased. Rather it be cooking or getting on all fours in bed.

    He was taken off guard when he felt her hand on his, trying to get it away from her hair. Then he felt a sharp pain. Quickly, he let go of the dirty girls body and stumbled a bit, holding the pained area. Even for someone who resembled a mouse, she was quiet strong.

    He grabbed his wand him inside the pocket of his suit jacket. His eyes burning with anger. "You shouldn't have done that." Said through clenched teeth. He aimed the wand at her quickly and the words left his lips before he could even think about it. "Crucio!" He damn near yelled as he watched the brave all mighty Hermione Granger fall to the ground.

    "Stupid girl. You are to behave when around one of your masters" he held the wand in her direction as the curse traveled through her body. "You'll soon come to learn that lesson. Or you'll be punished like you've never been before."

    He stepped around her. Smirking at the sight of the Gryffindor princess withering and screaming on the cold wet cement floor. "And this time" he crouched down toward her, his want still pointed at her. "There's no potter or weasel to save you." He laughed loudly. He dropped his aim, quickly grabbing her by the hair once more as he started to drag her body out of the dungeon. Not caring if he rips out of her hair, but caring if all of her muscles here tensing up at at the same exact time. He didn't care that he was scraping up her body as he dragged her across the floor or up the stairs."

    "Father!" He yelled loudly. "our new guest is here. Come say hello" he shouted for his father. Dropping Hermione to the ground, giving her a quick yet harsh kick to the stomach, just for good measure.
     

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