Dark Granger

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That had been a loss. Hermione enjoyed having her toy fight her- it was why she had never once commanded him to stop- but the lack of time turner made everything suddenly that much more real. She couldn't mess up anymore. And as much as she loved making Draco help him, the fact remained that he was her only toy that still attempted to find ways around it.

So, she had done the next best thing. Hermione had found a new hideout, some half-blood's place, and bought a dog crate. There her pet remained during most hours of the day, curled up on the plastic floor until she had use of him. Whenever she did let him out, it always took a couple of minutes before he could walk and most of the time he just ended up back on the floor, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Finally, two months later, she allowed him out of his cage and began to set him up to tasks, with him once again resisting at every level. Five months after that, she showed him to something she had hoped would break him. Instead, it had been an important step in ruining her.

...

Hermione opened the door to her dungeon room and stood back, allowing Draco to step through first. He froze in the doorway, hands shaking at his sides.

"Harry?"

Hermione shoved him further in the room, relishing in the complete terror that tore up his face. He watched her and she deliberately turned away. Instantly, his hand went to his pocket and he pulled out his wand, preparing to snap it.

"Freeze."

He let out a sob as he did so, looking over his boyfriend. Harry's hands were handcuffed to the wall, the only thing, Hermione was sure, that was keeping him from running up to Draco and attempting to comfort him. His face was bloodied, but not badly. More like he had taken a single punch about two days ago and forgotten to clean up.

Relatively speaking, he looked pretty good. Sure, Hermione was forcing him to stand, but at least he was allowed to stand. Her other prisoners were made to kneel and they never shut about how much their knees hurt.

Draco's eyes flickered over to her. "Let him go," he said desperately, "Let him go and I'll stop resisting. Please." His voice broke. "Don't make me- Please, please don't make me-"

Hermione's eyebrows rose. "Would you rather torture him Draco, or have me torture you in front of him?"

"Torture me." Draco actually got down on his hands and knees. "Please my queen." It was the first time he had ever said her name without sarcasm. "Please."

Hermione inclined her head. "And you, Harry?"

Harry was watching Draco. "I don't want you hurt."

"I don't care," Draco spat at him. "I have been tortured since my childhood. I can handle it. I would sooner cut off my own hands then hurt you."

Hermione chuckled and she smiled at the way Draco shivered before glancing her way. This was already better than she expected.

"Can you handle it?" she asked, taking his chin in two fingers and forcing him to meet her eyes.

He swallowed. "Yes."

She leaned down so her breath was hot against his lips. He closed his eyes, shaking. "Can you handle me?"

Something in him seemed to meld back together as his eyes opened and he stared into her. "Yes."

She stepped back and looked over at Harry. Her old friend glared at her with such ferocity it would've sent a lesser witch running. Instead, she only laughed and snapped her fingers at the toy behind her.