The experiment

Summary – a lonely potions master captures Hermione for some life altering experiments.

Rated mature for language, some torture and some adult situations

Chapter 1 the lonely veela

Fame hungry! That is all he was. Not even a year into their relationship and he has fucked it all up.

Now Hermione knew she was overacting and being a tad bit over dramatic, but seriously, sneaking out to be surrounded by sleazy, slutty, stupid, skanks. That was it, no more.

Yeah, he didn't cheat but still it hurt her. It was harmful enough to have her end her short relationship with the man she thought she loved. He didn't even fight her on it; to add some salt to the lemon juice covered wound he even said that "they needed some space."

"Yeah," Hermione muttered to herself. "Space for you to shag those whores."

Caught up in her little rant and with the tears cascading down her eyes. She didn't even feel the breach in her wards. In an instant she was slammed against the wall, the next instant she was out cold.

When she awoke she was bound, hands and feet, to a vertically standing table. She could smell the bubbling potions; there were books and vials in shelves all over the place. She was in a lab that looked like a scene out of a torture book.

To say Hermione was scared was an understatement.

"Hello," she whimpered. "Is anyone there, please let me go. I won't tell anyone about this." She struggled with her constraints after hearing a shuffle. At that moment, panic struck. She was buck naked. Silent tears began to fall from her eyes. This was a nightmare. She thought that all her fears would die with the war.

"No need to cry," A sweet manly voice called out.

"Who's there, show yourself?" Hermione cried.

Out from the shadows a gorgeous, beautifully handsome man walked out.

He was tall and lean with noticeable and very attractive muscles. He looked around thirty to thirty five years old and had white blonde hair, peachy, healthy, flawless skin, high cheek bones and beautiful baby blue eyes. She could even smell him. It was like he was releasing this woodsy and flowery smell. Mouth watering.

She knew immediately that this man was a veela.

….

Bringing out her Gryffindor courage she looked him straight in the eyes and jutted out her chin.

"What is the meaning of this?" she yelled. "Wha-what do you want?"

Damn she stuttered.

The beautiful man's face fell but quickly he brought it pack to be passive.

"True loneliness," he said. "Do you know what that is?"

He grabbed a vial full of a bright red liquid and a syringe and strode over to Hermione. She started to struggle.

"What the bloody hell do you want?" she screamed.

He stopped right next to her.

"Do you know what true loneliness is!?" he shouted.

Hermione stayed still and silent.

"No," he said.

She looked at his face. He looked back at her.

He ran his thumb down her cheek.

"You are very beautiful," he said.

"What do you want?" she whimpered.

He didn't say anything but instead looked into her eyes.

She could see it in his baby blue eyes that he was lonely and broken hearted. Someone did something to make him like this and now she was going to pay for it.

After a minute or two he spoke in a somber voice.

"All veela," he began. "Have a mate. One single person they are destined to love forever. They can't feel anything but friendship for any other…..One person, a soul mate…. That final piece of their puzzle. If the mate dies, they die, if the mate refuses them, they die. Without a mate, heartbreak will kill them." He looked into her eyes. His own seeming incomplete. "But what's to say the mate dies before you even inherit the veela traits. What happens then…well that's simple? Their heartbreaks." He went in front of Hermione. Something in him suddenly cracked and Hermione knew it. "heartbreak, that is something no one should live with."

She forced him to look at her. "So very pretty," he said to her. At that moment he placed a hand on her knee.

"Wha-?" Hermione tried to say but he cut her off.

"My mate," he said trailing his hand up to her inner thigh. "She was a muggle born."

Hermione was shaking with fear by now. He nudged he legs open.

"No," she cried. "Ple-."

"When she was only thirteen, I was fourteen….she was killed on a summer vacation," he whispered.

Hermione tried thrashing and closing her legs but he wouldn't let her.

"Death eater," he announced making Hermione gasp. "She went to Hogwarts, me I went to Durmstang. I found out about her a week after I inherited my veela. I was eighteen when my heart broke into two pieces."

Hermione was too scared to say anything, she could only let out a tiny sob.

"Since she never truly rejected me," he continued. He now had both hands on her thighs. "I didn't die; I just live with a broken heart."

She could feel the cold metal of the syringe on her leg.

"I always wondered what our children would look like," he said. "Then I wondered if she would have lived if she was veela."

Hermione could see the insanity in his eyes.

Suddenly he thrust the syringe into her inner thigh. Hermione screamed in pain. He injected her with the red liquid.

Bloody burning sensations swam through her body. White hot agony. Knives dipped in lemon juice cutting her skin. Acid down her throat. A monster ripping out her hair. Needles thrust into her eyes.

Then she could feel her magical core burn. White hot fire coursing through her blood. No longer her magic now just the fire of one thousand hells.

"It hit me," he said watching her struggle. "Why not make one? A muggle veela. "

He brought out his wand.

"You will be perfect," he whispered into her ear while she sobbed. "Sanguini Chemia Constrixi."

A boulder crushing her little body.

Please let it be over…..

"Hermione Jean Granger," he said grabbing her aching cheeks.

His touch was cold and soothing. That scared her.

"Welcome to world of veelas," he said before it all went black.