Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Filthy Little Mudblood	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 30388 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
�Is my husband here?�
�Narcissa, how um, lovely to see you again,� Severus lied as she walked up beside him.
�Severus, I�m looking for Lucius. Have you seen him?� she asked haughtily, looking down her nose at him like she was the queen of all things worthy and he was not one of those things.
�He�s busy at the moment.�
�He�s with her, isn�t he?� she screeched. �He�s with the mudblood whore. He went to her before he came home to me, to his family?�
�Oh, Cissy, don�t act as though you care. You only want to know where Lucius is so you can make sure your own lovers are gone,� he snarled.
�Severus, you swore! You swore you wouldn�t��
�And I haven�t� he said as he raised a hand to stop her, �but do not act like a hypocrital bitch, no matter how well it may suit you.�
She glared at him for a moment before his attention was diverted. �McNair, what the bloody hell happened to you?� Severus asked, looking over Narcissa�s shoulder at the man stumbling down the hall and silently thanking the gods that he had a reason to escape the retched woman.
�Do not heal him, Severus,� Voldemort hissed, causing everyone around to recognize his appearance and bow before him.
�Of course not, milord.�
�He has been punished,� he said, glancing at the weak man kneeling on the floor as blood dripped from his nose and ears, �for disturbing me in my private quarters. That was the second time in one day that someone disturbed me when you were all ordered not to do so. Do not let it happen again. I do not tolerate disobedience.�
There were murmurs of �Yes, Master,� around the hall and everyone went on their way when Voldemort walked back down the hall. Two Death Eaters stopped to help McNair to his rooms, but no one volunteered to heal him after the warning Severus was given. Severus, on the other hand, began putting two and two together, but kept coming up with five. Hermione just returned from the Dark Lord�s quarters, of that he was sure, so McNair must have interrupted them. But what would have caused him to torture his follower instead of listening to what he had to say, whether a slave was present or not?
�He tortured me as well,� he heard Bella quietly telling Narcissa. �He was with your husband�s whore this morning when I went in to tell him about the return of those that were on the mission.�
�Why would he curse you for that?�
�I don�t know. I saw them together and even waited until he was�finished, before I let him know I was there. He�s always wanted me in his bed, but he was allowing her to do things that he�s never let me even consider. There�s something about that filthy little mudblood and I�m going to find out what. If I run across her again, she�ll wish I had killed her when I had the chance so many times before.�
�I agree. My husband is rather taken with her and, although I don�t really want anything but his name myself, I also do not wish her to have him either. The scandal would be unbearable.�
Severus, who had already spoken to his long time friend about that exact thing, knew that Cissy�s husband was more confused than anyone about his feelings towards his mudblood slave.
~ ~ ** ~ ~

In Grimmuald Place�

�Remus, I um, need to talk to you.�
�Sure, Harry,� Remus said gently, noting the warring emotions playing on his face. Harry didn�t realize it, but he was much more like James than anyone had ever told him. So much so, in fact, that Remus had very little trouble reading him. He could tell something was bothering him, something more than usual.
Harry turned to the door quickly and noted that everyone else was gone. Slowly, he took his seat and turned to the one man he trusted, the one man he knew wouldn�t run away frightened or think badly of him.
�I, uh, had another dream last night. One of Voldemort�s dreams.�
�Are you sure, Harry? Was it Ginny?�
�Yes, I�m sure, and no, it wasn�t Ginny. I think he�s given up on her, which worries me almost as much. What if he�s killed her, Remus? What if her mutilated body is laying out there somewhere and no one will ever find her? What if she never comes back to me?�
Remus noted the tears forming in Harry�s eyes as his voice became strained with emotion. Laying a hand on the young mans arm, he replied, �You can�t think that way, Harry. You have to believe in something good. You said Ginny is a fairly strong witch, she�ll be fine.�
Harry gave a soft chuckle. �You sound like Hermione. Always wanted to believe the best would happen. Gods I miss her. She�s the strong one, Remus, I�m just not sure about Ginny. All her life she�s had her brothers to take care of her, even if she�s fought with them, she�s still had them. Hermione�s only ever had herself. Until Ron and I that is.�
�Yes, and we both know, no offense, that Ron didn�t turn out to be so great for her,� Remus bit out accusingly before softening his words with a small smile.
�Or you either,� Harry replied ruefully.
�So, what was last night�s dream about?� he asked, getting back on track and avoiding the Ron and Tonks discussion.
Harry blushed slightly before replying. �Another of his sexual escapades. Only this time I couldn�t tell who the girl was. It�s like he�s toying with me, not showing me everything, but enough that I should be able to tell who she is.�
�And you have no idea?�
�None. But this one is different. I can tell how much she, um, enjoys herself, how much she wants to�wants to be with him. But I can also feel what he feels. It�s just different and I�m not sure how to explain it.�
�Try, Harry,� Remus said gently, trying to ignore the blush that was staining the inexperienced young man�s cheeks.
�It�s like he feeds off of her energy, her darkness. And he seems to want her in�in other ways. I don�t think he wants me to know, but I feel like he�s confused when it comes to her, and I�ve never gotten that emotion from him before.�
�Does he�love her?� Remus asked incredulously.
�No, it�s not love. Hell, I don�t think he has that ability, but it�s something.�
�There�s more, isn�t there?�
Harry looked up at Remus and sighed. �You know me too well,� he said softly, another darker blush staining his cheeks.
�I suppose so. What else is there?�
�He took her again this morning. Gods, Remus, she�s beautiful. She was asleep when he went to her. She looked like a goddess and he touched her like one, too.�
�Could you see her face? Could you describe her?�
�No, he kept me from seeing her face.�
�What else?�
Harry took a deep breath and said, �I think he wants me to want her as well, to share her with him. I think this is some sort of sick joke for him and that�s why he�s showing her to me.�
�And do you want her, Harry?�
�Yes,� he mumbled, lowering his head to his arms on the table and refusing to meet Remus� eyes. How could he tell him that he wanted her more than his next breath? How could he tell Remus that the woman Voldemort was seducing was plaguing his own mind? Or that when he took a shower this morning, he saw her body when he stroked his hard cock and came into his hand?
�Harry, that�s completely understandable. There�s nothing to feel ashamed about, but there must be a reason you�re seeing this. If I had to guess, I�d say you know the girl.�
�Know her? I don�t know anyone like that? Remus, she�s perfect. And what about Ginny?�
�Have you seen everyone you know without their clothes on, Harry?� he smirked.
�Of course not. I would just think if I knew a girl like that, I wouldn�t easily be able to forget her, that�s all. I suppose I�ll wait and see if I dream about her again.�
�That�s all you can do for now. Just make sure that what he�s showing you is real,� Remus advised, not needing to finish the thought and remind Harry what had happened in the Department of Ministries.
�I don�t think he could fake those emotions. I don�t even think he realizes he has those feelings for her. He called her something, too. He called her several vile things, but this name was different.�
�What did he call her?�

�I can�t remember, I was a bit, um, distracted,� he said honestly.
�If you dream of her again, concentrate on that, it could be important.�
�I will. I think I�ll go see if Ron needs anymore help. He still feels as guilty as I do about pushing Hermione away before she was taken. �
~ ~ ** ~ ~
There was something different in their lovemaking this time, something Hermione didn�t understand, but took extreme pleasure in. Lucius had kissed every inch of her body, worshipped her body before claiming it as his own. His kisses were fiery and left a scorching trail in their wake as he kissed her everywhere he could reach, but not allowing her to return the gesture. His touches were light and gentle, but when she begged for more, he lost his restraint and they became harder and more passionate. He grasped her breasts and tenderly sucked her nipples into hardened peaks before he licked down her body and laved her folds with abandon. When her release had hit, she felt her body soar as he entered her wet passage and allowed her convulsions to pleasure his cock before thrusting inside her languidly. Over and over again, he took her body to new heights of bliss as he teased and pleasured her. His restraint was amazing as he held himself back from release and watched her own each and every time. It was only when he felt as though she truly couldn�t take anymore, that he let himself go over the edge and took her with him. When their breathing had returned to normal, he fell down beside her and held her tightly.
�That was incredible,� she sighed happily.
�Yes, you are.�
Looking up at his strange expression, she asked, �Lucius is anything wrong?�
�At this moment, no, everything is as it should be.�
�I�I saw Ginny today.�
�Weasley?� he asked stunned and began to sit up in anger. �How did you see her? How did you get out of here? Do you know what could have happened to you?�
�He sent for me last night, Lucius, the Dark Lord. And then again this morning.�
�Really?� he asked in awe as a smile lit his handsome face and he laid back down with her. �And?�
She took a moment to realize that Severus was right. At this moment Lucius was very loyal to Voldemort and was actually happy to be sharing her with him. However, her growing feelings for this man kept her from being too disgusted with his ignorance. �And he showed Ginny to me. She�s a mess and I guess I�m just worried about her.�
�You shouldn�t worry about what you can�t control, Pet. It will do no good to linger on her. Was the Dark Lord�decent with you?� he asked, trying to think of the word he wanted to use.
�Yes, he was decent. Rough, but decent. We actually talked a bit and I find he�s a very intelligent man,� she answered, trying not to reveal anything else to him at the moment.
�Yes, he is highly intelligent. Do you think he will call on you again?�
�I suppose so.�
�Did you handle yourself in the appropriate manner?�
�Of course. I told him to trust that you did your job well and he was pleased.�
�You did?� he asked, surprised that she would commend him in such as way to his master.
�Mmm-hmm,� she said sleepily, curling up to him and nodding off to sleep as he stroked her back and fought down the jealousy that was raging within him. It was an honor to share her with the Dark Lord and he should be pleased, proud even. That�s what he�d wanted since he first saw the interest his master had shown days ago, so why did it feel different now that it had happened?
Hermione and Lucius were having another discussion about the differences in their lives when several hours later, Lucius grabbed his left forearm and immediately got up. He snapped his fingers and his robes flew to his body as he combed through his hair and tied it back in a black satin ribbon and then slipped on his black leather gloves that never failed to make Hermione�s heart race.
�I must go, Pet,� he said, kissing her softly before turning and leaving the room.
One hour later he returned, face flushed and anger evident in his normally calm and poised demeanor.
�Lucius, what is wrong?�
�There�s another mission early tomorrow morning and I must go. I shouldn�t be long.�
�Another one? So soon? I know it�s none of my concern, but I�ve been here for many months now and you�ve barely went on missions. Why must you go now?�
�I believe, Pet, that he prefers to have those he trusts on these particular missions,� he sneered as though she had just insulted him.
�I suppose.�
�Sweet,� he replied calmly. �Oh, and Hermione, there�s a chance I�ll run into some of your old friends. Shall I tell them you say �hello� or would you rather I not?� he snarked, unsure why he felt so angry and why he was taking it out on her.
�Lucius,� she gasped, �you mustn�t be serious. Please Lucius, please don�t hurt them.�
�Begging for your friends lives, Mudblood? Do you so easily forget that you belong to me?�
�N�no, Lucius,� she replied, tears pooling in her eyes as she watched him revert back to his cold self and his eyes harden into grey steel. �But I still care about them.�
�You care about the wolf and the blood traitors? I thought I had done my job well,� he spat, then turned and stormed to the door, picking his cane up along the way and draping his cloak over his arm.
�Lucius, please,� she pleaded as she walked over to him.
His cane whipped out and the silver serpent struck her under the chin, stalling her movements and bringing her chin up so she would face him. Head held in place, he snarled menacingly down at her, his voice as cold as ice, �I do what the Dark Lord asks me to do. If those you loved get in the way, they will suffer.�
With that, he turned and walked out the door. Hermione dropped to her knees and sobbed for the lives that had yet to be taken and the blood that had yet to be spilled. She should have told him to be careful himself, that he meant something to her, but he was suddenly so cold she found herself wishing he would leave and come back the man she had just made love to only hours before.
�Granger? I need to speak with you, are you decent?�
�Yes, Severus,� she said, calmly standing up and drying her tears as he walked into her room.
�Why are you so upset? Surely Lucius being gone for a few hours tomorrow wouldn�t devastate you.�
�He was so angry when he got back, so cold to me. He all but said if he saw any of my friends he�d kill them. Anyone from the Order, Severus,� she said shakily.
�I see. Lucius is a very jealous man, Granger. You must realize that. And there are several of your so called friends that tend to make him more so.�
�What have I done to make him jealous?�
�I don�t think it�s anything you�ve done, but something happened at the meeting. You came up in the discussion.�
�Me? Why were they discussing me?� she asked, slight fear lacing her voice.
�After some missions, the Dark Lord will give certain�rewards,� he said nervously, suddenly realizing she already knew that and remembering what his own reward had been.
�I�m well aware of that fact, Severus, but I would like to think we could drop the awkwardness between us about it. It had to be done and it was done.� However, she was inwardly grinning at his own nervousness. Gone was the snarky ex-professor and in his place was a regular man.

�Without the Imperious Curse if I might add. Did you realize you could do that as well?�
�No, of course not. Not until he cast it on me. It wouldn�t have been needed in the first place, but I couldn�t very well tell him that, now could I?�
�It wouldn�t?� he asked in apparent astonishment, making her grin up at him.

�Come now, Severus, you�re a very desirable man. When you�re not scolding me like a child that is. And you�re rather well endowed as well. I had�fun,� she replied, only a slight blush giving away her own embarrassment.
Severus turned and walked to the table, trying desperately to hide his growing erection from a woman he was coming to admire and respect more than just lust after.
�The reward for the last mission was surprisingly supposed to go to Rodolphus. He rather bravely asked the Dark Lord for a repeat performance from you.�
�Oh my gods,� she gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth and her face paling significantly.
�Indeed. So while I�m doing some rather quick thinking, and I could tell Lucius is as well, we were both more than a bit surprised at his refusal. He made it plain that since Lucius did not wish to share you with anyone�other than the Dark Lord and myself,� he added a bit shyly, making her smile at the slight blush on his own cheeks, �that you weren�t to be touched.�
�Ok, so why would that make Lucius mad at me? It�s not like I did anything.�
�Narcissa is not a faithful wife and Lucius knows of this, even if she doesn�t realize it. He, however, is a possessive man when it comes to things that matter to him. He could care less who his own wife fucks, but you are another story. It seemed to suddenly dawn on him that if you weren�t here with him, then you�d be free to choose whomever you wanted and he doesn�t believe that your choice would be him. His pride took a hit at the realization and that angered him, that�s all.�
�Well, he has a funny way of showing what he really wants. But did you come all the way up here just to tell me this?�
�No,� he said solemnly. �I came to retrieve you for the Dark Lord. It would appear he�s become rather insatiable where you�re concerned, so I brought you a potion to take beforehand and I�ll give you another when you return. Just be careful. Bellatrix was very angered at her husband�s request and at her punishment this morning. She won�t hesitate to curse you so you must stay with me.�
�Thank you,� she said quietly. �Do I have time to�freshen up?�
�Make it quick,� he replied, turning to look at a book while she went into the bathroom and prepared herself for another turn with pure evilness himself.
Only minutes later she was clean and ready to go. Severus led the way to Voldemort�s private quarters and began to unward the door.

�He must have realized he had forgotten to ward his own door and that is why McNair was able to get in.�

Before she could ask him to elaborate, the door opened and Severus took her inside, bowing to his master quickly.
�One hour, Severus. Do not be late.�
�Yes, Milord,� he said formally before turning and leaving the room.
�Welcome back, tim molisje,� Tom said quietly as he changed his appearance and walked slowly towards the small, compliant slave of which his thoughts had kept his dick hard since he sent her away many hours before.
�I was rather surprised you called for me so soon, Milord,� she replied, head still bowed.
He walked over to her slowly and lifted her chin with finger. �Suffice it to say, I missed you. What is this?� he asked, noting the drops of blood on his finger that had come from her chin.
�I cut myself on a book, Milord, trying to move more than I could handle.�
�Pity,� he said, then lowered his head and began licking the drops from her chin. When she moaned and leaned into his touch, his hands began wondering over her body and pulling her closer as his lips moved down her neck forcefully.
Hermione�s fingers trailed up his arms and quickly pulled his robes off of his body, letting them drop to the floor in a puddle around his feet.
�Eager for me, witch?� he asked, a smug grin on his face.
�Possibly,� she panted as he lowered his lips to hers and divested her of her own robes at the same time.
Just like before, he picked her up and she wound her legs around his waist as his considerable erection was pressed between them. They kissed passionately as he walked them to the bed. Again, she found herself being flung unto the bed, but this time he didn�t immediately join her.
�On your knees, witch,� he said heatedly as he gazed at her naked form and thoughts of he other Death Eaters touching her drifted through his mind.
She complied, turning over on her stomach and coming up on all fours while he came up behind her on the bed. His slender fingers trailed down her spine lightly, sending shivers of response along her body as she tried to wiggle back into him.
�I believe you need to be taught patience, tim molisje.�
It was then that she heard the slap and felt the burning upon her ass. Unable to control herself, she let out a yelp of surprise and turned her head to see him. His face was a beautiful mask of control, but his scarlet eyes were alight with desire. She watched as he dropped his hand down to her ass again, only this time she moaned in pleasure, the darkness coming to her before being called.
�You like that, witch? The filthy little mudblood whore likes when I do this?� he asked, slapping her harder on the ass and then soothing the area with his tongue as she moaned in pleasure. His tongue continued to work its way down to her folds, eagerly lapping up the juices flowing down her thighs. She jumped in surprise when she heard the series of hisses and spitting she knew to be parelstongue, but her legs quivered in delight as the sensations shot through her body when his tongue flicked her clit again. He then slowly brought his body back over hers.
Grabbing her hair roughly in his hands and jerking her head back, he thrust his large cock deep inside her tight pussy, making her scream at the invasion. He slammed into her, brutally taking her as he pulled her head back by the hair and hissed obscenities in her ear. The attack was so forceful she found herself utterly and completely stunned when the pressure began to build and she came hard around him. Two more violent thrusts and he came deep inside her pulsating walls before collapsing on top of her and forcing her to the bed.
�My gods, witch,� he said in awe as he moved off of her and pulled her with him, �no one has been able to handle me the way you do, much less get off on it.�
They lay in silence for several moments until their breathing returned to normal.
�If all mudbloods fuck as you do, perhaps I should consider allowing them a chance to live.�
�I cannot say what others do, Milord,� she said quietly.
�Tell me what you know of Harry Potter,� he ordered without emotion.
�Milord, you want me to betray my best friend?�
�Yes,� he snarled coldly, �you will swear your loyalty to me now, or I will see you beg for death!�
�Of course, Milord. I just didn�t want you to be disappointed that my loyalties had wavered from Harry.�
�Smart, but don�t try to play me again. As delectable as you may be, you will pay with your very life if I ever find your actions�unfavorable.�
�Yes, Milord. Harry is a very emotional man,� she started, secretly searching for what she was willing to tell him and hoping the ache in her body would recede before he took her again. �He is loyal to those he loves and would do anything to save them.�
�Yes, I assumed as much. What else?�
Just then they heard the doors creak open and Hermione inwardly cringed, remembering what had happened earlier.
�We will continue this conversation later. Right now, I have to discuss other matters of importance with Lucius and Severus.�
As he stood, elegant robes flew to his body and he walked to the door. �You may join us if you wish, we are, after all, discussing your former allies.�
She felt her own body being covered in light blue silk robes, much unlike the regular bathroom robes she had become accustomed to. Slowly, she made her way to follow.
As the formalities were given, she watched Lucius closely, noticing his easy stride that demanded attention, along with his blond hair that she loved touching. She could tell by the set of his shoulders and the tick in his cheek that he was still angry, but that was overcome when he saw her standing there. A look of unbelievably sexy surprise covered his features as he stared in her direction and his eyes locked with hers. She could sense his remorse, but also the inability to give her what she needed most.
�Severus, have you found a way back into the Order yet?� Tom hissed, breaking their connection.
Hermione thought quickly. They were supposed to have a week, so why was he asking so soon? It had only been days and Lucius was gone for most of them. Her gaze roamed the sitting area as she tried desperately to think of a way to help Severus, and even Lucius, when it landed on the door that housed Ginny.

�Severus,� she thought quickly to him.

�I�m busy,� he snarled back, but she could sense a hint of panic in his thoughts.

�I�m well aware of that fact, thank you. Now, use Ginny! Use Ginny to get back in the Order.�
�The Weasley brat? How will that�I see. Excellent Granger!�

�Yes, Milord, I have,� he said smoothly, ignoring Lucius� shocked and relieved expression.
�And?�
�If I could take the blood traitor back to them, tell them I rescued her from you, then they would believe I was still with them.�
�Take her back?! Why would we give Potter what he wants? I have him wallowing in his own despair as it is and if she were returned, he would be happy. I do not want him happy, Severus.�
�Yes, Milord, but he would also be grateful, and most importantly, indebted, to me.�
�What are your thoughts, tim molisje? You know Potter best, what do you think?�
Hermione took a moment to gather her thoughts, knowing that the plan she suddenly had started formulating could be made or broken right now. It was during those few moments that she noticed several more things about Lucius. He was obviously surprised that the Dark Lord still looked like Tom Riddle in front of her and to say that he looked unhappy that her opinion had been asked would have been a severe understatement.
Walking over and joining them at the table, she assessed the Dark Lord quickly and realized that the dynamics of their own relationship wouldn�t change entirely with these two particular men present.
�I believe, Milord, that Severus is right.�
With a wave of his hand, the door opened to Ginny�s room and she began floating out, only to land in a whimpering heap on the floor.
�Explain your reasoning,� he stated coldly, simply using a look to silence the indignant cries from the red-head as she realized who was in the room.
�If you send her back to Harry in this state, knowing that he knows what has transpired between the two of you, he will be torn in his emotions as well. He�ll immediately be overjoyed and grateful to have her back, which will allow Severus the entry into the Order that you seek. However, his own punishment will come when he remembers, repeatedly, who she has been with. His guilt at allowing that to happen will eat at him, but he�ll find himself unable to touch her, much less look at her, out of disgust and a feeling of betrayal that she had nothing to do with. You�ll do more emotional damage to him by sending her back, than by keeping her here, Milord.�
�YOU BITCH! HOW DARE YOU HURT HARRY?! HE�LL KILL YOU, YOU WHORE!�
Hermione stood and walked over to Ginny, �Milord, if I may?�
�Of course,� he said, a slight smirk on his handsome features as he watched the woman that had him thoroughly intrigued.
�Harry abandoned me first, you stupid little girl. He�ll kill me, if he gets the chance, but if you refuse to shut your own mouth, I may very well kill you before you get to see him again. We�ll send you back to him in little pieces. And I know I�m right. He�ll never touch you again and all of your �Lady Potter� dreams are as good as gone.�
Ginny�s mouth gaped open and she heard the laughter from the men behind her.

�My gods, Granger, you�re a genius!�
�I�ll remind you of that later.�

She calmly walked back over to the table and sat down.
�I�m very impressed, tim molisje, perhaps there are several exceptions that could be made for you yet.�
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Filthy Little Mudblood