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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79307 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
- 32-Ch 32
- 33-Ch 33
- 34-Ch 34
- 35-Ch 35
- 36-Ch 36
- 37-Ch 37
- 38-Ch 38
- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
- 43-Ch 43
- 44-Ch 44
- 45-Ch 45
- 46-Ch 46
- 47-Ch 47
- 48-Ch 48
- 49-Ch 49
- 50-Ch 50
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- 66-Ch 67
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- 68-Ch 68
- 69-Ch 69
- 70-Ch 70
- 71-Ch 71
- 72-Ch 72
- 73-Ch 73
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- 75-Ch 75
- 76-Chapter 76
- 77-Ch 77
- 78-Ch 78
- 79-Ch 79
- 80-Ch 80
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They apparated back into her
bedroom and Hermione swayed slightly, recovering.� She hated the feeling of side-along
apparition.� It always seemed like
someone had tied a string around one�s internal organs and attached it to a speeding
car.�

�Thank you, my Lord� she said quickly.
�-For taking me to see my friends.� I appreciate your generosity�

Lord Voldemort waved dismissively.
He remained where he stood however and she felt his silent appraisal.�

She shifted uneasily.

�My Lord?� ...She wrung her hands.�

�Hermione..�
he said, snapping out of his apparent reverie and gliding toward her.� �I am going to heal your burn now. Severus
has informed me which incantation he recommends.�

She yelped and stepped backward a
step, her eyes widening in realization.�

�It�s.. it�s fine my
lord.� It doesn�t need to be healed.� Please!!�
she mumbled, flustered, still backing away.�

�I did not ask if you would like me to heal it, girl � you will remember your place!�� Disapproval radiated off him.�

She shivered and the chill
sensation was anything but pleasant, her eyes pled with his.�

Lord Voldemort advanced on her, his hand reaching out and snagging her robe,
halting her backward movement and jerking her toward him slightly.�

She whimpered and struggled.�

His eyes flashed in rage
momentarily and then he paused and narrowed his eyes at her consideringly.�

His voice, when it came was hollow and eerie.�

�Is it this face that frightens
you so, Hermione? This..creature..of a man..this..monster?��

She gulped, terrified now.� There was nothing she could possibly say to
that.� His face did remind her strongly of the constant possibility of violence,
the constant emphasised threat of
harm.�

The red glowing eyes.. the
flatness.. it was all something like childrens impressions of monsters.�

Yes, she could almost imagine what he had looked like as a man.. there were faint similarities..but this face was Lord
Voldemort.�

Harry�s nemesis.�
T

he Dark Lord who terrorized the entire wizarding world.�

He spoke again, releasing her robe
and turning away, pacing toward the fire.. �I wish
that I could always wear the transfiguration I showed you with Ginevra.��

�How you looked at me did not escape my notice... would that I could find that
desire in your eyes every time I gaze
upon you. ...It was.. intensely satisfying to observe
the effect my true face has upon you,
Hermione.��

His eyes narrowed in
frustration.�

�Unfortunately it costs a considerable amount of energy to maintain it.� The..venom..I must
consume to keep this body alive repels magical effects on my person.� I can hold the transformation for but a very
short time.

If I attempt to remain in that form for longer than an hour it exhausts me
severely and I require time to recover.�

He appeared to hang his head.� �When I first emerged from the cauldron in
the graveyard with Harry, I barely noticed my outward appearance, I was so
jubilant to be tangible..to have a body of my own once again. I revelled in my
triumph over death once more.��

�After I returned to the base my faithful servants had prepared for me
however..and saw..
what I had become.. I tried everything..I had Severus
try everything.. to restore
my former appearance.� When all efforts
failed I worked to increase my stamina to hold the transfiguration, at first I
could only hold it mere seconds!��

�But it was impossible.. I reached a limit of my
strength and could not go any further. �I
cannot change this face, Hermione.� It is
the product of reconstitution of a partial soul.�� The Dark Lord stood, staring into the
fire.�

She plucked up her Gryffindor
courage and approached him gingerly.� His
face was a rictus.�

�Its a
catch 22, you see.� Yes I know the muggle
term. �It was a fairly mediocre work I
thought.� But all the
same, an apt description.� If I
had had a unified soul, I would have passed on to the after-world and no spell
would have been possible.��

�Attempting the ritual with a half
soul, I would probably have been almost completely restored.� But I couldn�t risk having only one insurance
policy, as it turned out - wisely, since Dumbledore destroyed my horcrux ring
shortly after my rebirth and would have left me vulnerable.�

The tiny sliver of my essence that remained after making seven horcruxes, however, was only sufficient to construct ...this...body.�

He snorted, but it sounded almost
like a sob.� �This..is
apparently.. what
my soul looks like.��

He spun and she saw how haunted his eyes were.�

He tore his wand out and cast the
transfiguration quickly.� The pale
unnatural form blurred foggily and again she saw that angelic face looking back
at her imploringly, his dark blue eyes begged silently.�

�Tou have to help
me, Hermione!� his voice was like satin and caramel.� �If you find a way to heal me, I can remain
in this this form all
the time!� You don�t have to face
that.. that..�

his voice cracked, his eyes dropping and he turned his head away.�

She stepped forward, lifting her
hand to brush aside his hair.

He turned back to look at her, startled.

�Its
true.� You are beautiful like this� she hesitated. �But changing your face
will not change who you are.� It is who
you are that is terrifying.�

His expression twisted
momentarily, anger flashing across his perfect features.

�You don�t know that for certain, Hermione!� he railed against her �Perhaps I
am the way I am partly because I have virtually no soul.� I was never..nice.. in
my younger years before I made my horcruxes, but I
believe I was less monstrous than I am now.��

Hermione had wondered about this
herself.� As with her choosing to think
the best of Ron despite her suspicions to the contrary, she rather suspected
that the Dark Lord had likely always
been a cruel and nasty boy; a regular little Damien; and that he was only
approaching her in this manner because he knew
she always wished to think the best of others and tried to help people where
she could.

The Dark Lord groaned.� �How unfortunate it is that the very person I
value for her intellect is also unfortunately intelligent enough to see through
my rather fine acting� he smirked wryly, shaking his head at himself.�

Hermione scowled at him.� She had not been certain.� She had wanted
to believe in the pretty lie for a moment.�

He smiled lazily at her.� �Well...not to worry.� You�ll help me even so, I think.�� And now that I�ve gone to the trouble of putting
on my pretty face for you, darling, we might as well get to fixing that burn
while the illusion lasts� �He stepped
forward and took her arm.�

She found herself simply letting him lead her to the bed. �What was the point in continuing to fight him
over it?� And he had a point.� She would prefer he touched her like this
than in his usual form.� �

He stopped and moved behind her,
looking down at her over her shoulder as his arms reached around her body, stroking
the surface of her silken robe for a moment before unfastening it and sliding
it down her shoulders, sweeping it off and tossing it aside.�

Her arms prickled in goosebumps above the silver
satin sheath dress.�

She felt him lower his head and
his warm lips kissed the top of her right shoulder, his hands smoothing down
her arms.�

He nuzzled into the curve of her neck and seemed to inhale her.�

As she turned her face toward him
he lifted his own to brush against her cheek to cheek.�

She could feel his fingertips
skating feather light over the slippery satin curves of her back down to her
hips and forward to her thighs and found herself breathing faster.� His mouth moved against her ear and the
whisper of his breath there sent a thrilling shiver through her.��

His fingers began to pick at the satin, gripping it and beginning to raise it,
the cool liquidlike slickness of it moving up her legs until he held the dress
bunched in his hands, his fingertips stroking over her naked thighs.

She laid her hands upon his,
tilting her head back, offering her throat to his lips and teeth.�

He obliged eagerly, his lips moving over her, tongue teasing her skin..teeth nipping her.��
She sighed in pleasure as his hands moved slowly up her body, his
fingers brushing against the waistband of her satin panties, over her abdomen.�

She turned her head again and he
caught her lips, kissing her and probing lightly with his tongue.� When she met it with her own she thought she
heard his breath catch.� He kissed her
hard now, his hands releasing the edge of her gown and moving underneath it,
over her heated skin, up, over her brassiere. He was breathing harder and his
tongue fought to dominate hers.

He pulled back abruptly and gripped
the satin dress, ripping it upwards and over her head and turning her ungently toward him, leaning in toward her and kissing her
again roughly, his arms tightly around her, gripping her, sliding across her
skin. He growled low, releasing her lips and trailing hot violent kisses and
bites down her neck.�

She groaned in pleasure at the feeling, barely aware as he unhooked her bra,
grasping it immediately in the centre and tearing it down her arms, his hands
immediately flying back to contain her and knead her breast.�

It hurt, he was not tender at all but violent, hungry, overpowering.�

She gave herself over to his hands and mouth; -gave herself over to his
body.�

When he laid her on the bed, her
burn was the furthest thing on her mind. His tongue was in her mouth and she
sucked on it gently, releasing it, unconsciously displaying her body�s demands.
She felt his smile through the kiss.�

He moved his hand and his clothing
melted away.� Suddenly there was burning
skin pressed against her. She had never felt anything so exciting that didn�t
involve a spell.�

She ran her hands over him..his body was warm..and harder than her own, firm muscle and bone.�

She pushed him back and he blinked
in surprise for a second, bracing himself on his arms, bemused, but she just
wanted to see him..� gods..� his skin.. his chest.. her eyes wandered all
over him.� He was..truly..
utterly perfect.�

It was painful to look at him.� His body should be a sculpture in a museum..

but her gaze sliding lower still over him corrected
that assessment. No greek or
roman sculpture was so endowed.

Her mind reeled in panic for a few seconds. There was no way that fit inside a
person comfortably. Even Rodolphus was smaller and
the girl he had fucked had seemed to be yelping in pain at some points.

It was impossible to imagine that the Dark Lord would be a gentle lover.�

She looked up into his eyes
nervously and his warm, indulgent expression somehow calmed her rising impulse
to panic.

His lips..oh..�
Circe, if there was a creator they must have laughed themselves silly
when they created this dazzling perfect demigod of a physical specimen, gave
him a mind more brilliant than any other .. and then left out a heart.�
It was like a cosmic joke.�

Lord Voldemort laughed low above her, allowing her to take her time admiring
his form.� �

Merlin..his laugh was so sexy.� He could have taken over the world without
spilling a drop of blood if he�d stayed like this, surely.�

�Not quite..�
the caramel voice responded �but that is very flattering, my dear�

He leaned back down, kissing her
gently now, bracing himself on one arm while the other smoothed slowly down her
body, lingering briefly on her breast to thumb her hardened aching nipple.�

She arched slightly gasping into his mouth and he released her lips, peppering her
jaw and her throat with tiny light butterfly kisses moving down until she felt
his breath ghost over the nipple he had been touching.�

She responded mindlessly, pressing
her breast up to a mouth that was not there as he moved back to tease her some
more, dotting her breasts with little quick flicks of his tongue, avoiding the
places she most wanted his mouth.�

She whined in pleasure and frustration.�

His mouth suddenly descended on her nipple and suckled lightly and her head
fell back, her back arching, hands pressed against the mattress.

�Ohhhhh�
she breathed in surprise.�� How that felt.. oh..� it was hot..and.. it seemed to tug a string
connected directly to her clitoris somehow.�

His mouth moved, brushing the skin
as he offered the same treatment to her other nipple..his
tongue circling it.

When she felt his smooth sharp teeth nip lightly.. so lightly on her hardened peak she bucked, her hips grinding against him.�

He smirked, her nipple still between his lips.�

Releasing it with a hard suck, he
began to kiss his way down her body.� She
felt his hands on her again... teasing her breasts, stroking their sensitive
undersides and brushing, occasionally lightly pinching her nipples.. sometimes grasping and groping
her entire breast.�

At the same time his tongue seemed to be sliding hot and slippery down her
abdomen, now and then flicking against her in a way that both tickled and
ignited her.�

She was moaning softly now, half
formed words urging him on.. �Mmmm.. ohh.. yes..
thats so.. ohhh�� she bit her lip, rolling her head back
against the bed.. her hand moved up and brushed along
the top of his head..then lightly delved through his
hair.�

It was such a strange feeling.. where his head was.� His kisses and licks were so good.. everything he was doing was
good.� She had the vague supposition
where all of this was leading but she didn�t want him to stop making her feel
like this.. Nobody was here..
nobody would know.

She wondered how many people knew how sexy the Dark Lord was...�

She felt fingertips stroking her
hips and then.. oh god was that his tongue running up the front
of her satin thong panties? Her hips rose of their own accord into the glorious
feeling and she heard him chuckle in a low voice.�

His fingers delved beneath the waistband of the thong and he was pulling it
down her thighs.. rising up
to his knees and back for her to raise her legs.�

She did so immediately.�

He reached and slid the skimpy material up over her calves and off, flinging it
to the side.

She bent her legs at the knee, placing them back down on the bed.�

Opening her eyes now she looked up
at him, kneeling before her, his eyes heated.�
His hands reached out and landed on her knees, fingertips stroking
lightly.� He raised a sculpted brow and
smirked wickedly and she nervously parted her thighs; slowly; letting her feet
slip down either side of him.�

His gaze fell to the place now
exposed, open before him.� She blushed at
the raw lust that consumed his angelic face.�

�So..beautiful.. and innocent, my Hermione..��
his eyes flicked to her face.. �Am I the first
man to see you?� his voice was possessive, hungry.�

�yes� she whispered, closing her eyes.�

A moment later she startled at the
unexpected sensation of his lips on her inner thigh, near her right knee.� It caused something in her to tighten
excitingly.�

His mouth moved up her thighs slowly, teasing her with kisses and little
circles of his tongue, alternating between her legs unpredictably, stroking her
with his fingertips now and then, on her thigh, on her abdomen, her calf,��

She found herself starting to pant..her hips rocking needily. She
wanted..�

�Please!� she whispered.�

He had reached the top of her
thigh and was licking at the seam of her leg.�
If he didn�t touch her pussy soon she thought she might very well die.. And then without warning he licked her with the flat of
his tongue from vagina to clit, curling his tongue sharply at the top of her
pussy..

She� jerked as if� electrified, crying out loudly.

She barely breathed and he had
buried his face in her, rolling it from side to side and flicking his tongue,
he bathed her.

She couldn�t help the moans and whimpers that she was emitting or the
unconscious electrified gyrations of her hips against his face.

He moved down, running his tongue in circles around her tight little virgin
hole causing her to feel a strange sensation she had never experienced
before.� She felt..
empty and needy.. like
something needed to be in there.�

He thrust his tongue into her and she bucked hard.

�Oh God..�
she breathed.�

His mouth moved away, licking and
sucking her as he moved up to flicker delicately around her clit.

She nearly screamed, biting her lip and humming as her
hips rolled against his mouth.��

She felt his fingertip brush carefully and gently over her opening.� He eased it carefully inside her, probing
cautiously and now when he flickered over her clit and sucked it gently, she did scream.�

Tightening around his finger she came harder than she had ever come before by
her own hand.� He suckled more roughly
and flicked with his finger inside her and her climax which had been waning,
suddenly flared incandescently and she thought she might literally black out.

Somewhere, from far off she felt
him suddenly tense and heard him groan softly.�

Then he was climbing up her body
and she felt him press a damp scented kiss to her lips.� She responded weakly.

He didn�t continue but instead tossed himself unsteadily onto the bed beside
her, lying on his back. the skin of his arm pressed
against hers.�

She felt him shiver strangely and
felt a faint wash of magic made her open her eyes in time to see his form
shimmer and become once again pale and serpentine.� He was breathing unevenly, his eyes closed
and forehead slightly creased in apparent discomfort. �Was he in pain?!�

�It is nothing, my dear. I�ve felt
worse� he murmured.� His voice sounded
breathless and strained.�

Some small corner inside of her
chest tightened in concern.� He had made
her feel so SO
good.. and because of it he
was now in pain.� She wondered how long
he had been, did it only hurt like this when he changed back or..

�Its
different when I am transformed, yes� he responded faintly, lacklustre. �Its more like..� his brow tensed
again� �..like
the feeling of tensing a muscle and holding it for a long period of time. .. at least, that is the closest non magical equivalent I can
think of.�

She thought about this.� She had visited a gym in her holidays at home
with her parents and her instructor sometimes made them hold a squat position
for almost a minute.� It was a horrible
kind of discomfort.�

�Have you ever had to cast a patronus at a dementor?� he asked
randomly.�

�Yes.. once� she responded.

�Not unlike that
sensation but much stronger.�
Perhaps if you were casting at a large number of the creatures so that
your patronus had to be both brighter and
continuous��

She considered it.� Casting a patronus
for any length of time was quite costly in terms of magic.� After a day practicing with the DA she had
found herself falling into bed exhausted.�
She suddenly had a greater appreciation for his decision to remain in
his transfigured form purely because she liked it.�

�What does it feel like now?� she asked softly.

He sighed.� �It doesn�t matter, Hermione.�

He raised the arm next to her to lay it over his eyes, his breathing was
beginning to return to normal, but she wasn�t sure whether he wasn�t just
forcing it to appear that way.� She felt
bizarrely protective of him all of a sudden.�
It didn�t matter that it was Lord Voldemort.� It was a man who had just caused himself
considerable pain and discomfort only to make her feel good. �

She curled onto her side and squirmed forward to lie against him, resting her
head against the bicep of his raised arm.�

He lifted the arm slightly and
cracked one red glittery eye to peer down at her suspiciously.

�I wish I could ease your pain
somehow� she whispered into his chest, laying her hand gingerly on his abdomen
and stroking as lightly as possible. �Does it hurt when i
touch you?�

She was afraid he would say yes.�

�No� he murmured. �sssoothing� he hissed, his voice
slipping into almost parseltongue register.�

She slipped her arm over him and
let her hand rest on his chest, feeling his skin against her palm.� His body seemed almost entirely
unchanged.� He was marble white, but the
shape..hairlessness..his
definition and the firmness of his gorgeous body was identical.�

She brushed her hand down over his nipple and thought she heard him hiss
faintly.� �feelsss good.� He breathed.

His voice sounded weak.�

�You ssshhould ssstop, Hermione.. I haven�t the ssstrength to
change again ssso ssoon.�

In response she danced her
fingertips across his chest feather light, tickling him with her nails,
trailing them down his abdomen.�

Her fingers wandered to his side.� His
skin was so soft there.. silky..�

�If you don�t ssstop..� he moaned faintly.

�I know� she whispered.� She could see his cock getting hard again.� She raised herself up on her knees, leaning
over him and carefully pressed a kiss to his chest.

He lifted his arm from his eyes, letting it fall limply on the bed stretched
out to the side. �His eyes sparked at her
with interest, watching her as she began slowly to kiss and stroke his body
tenderly.�

She hesitated and then darted her
tongue out to taste him. He tasted clean, very slightly salty but
pleasant.�

He breathed in sharply, his eyes
piercing her.�

She continued her ministrations, interspersing kisses with licks and then
little nibbles and nips.�

He seemed to respond most strongly to her teeth, hissing silibantly
with half hooded eyes.� Once or twice she
thought he said something in parseltongue.. It was a
very strange thing to hear him make those sounds while she licked him.. like worshipping some kind of
mythical creature.� A
pale serpent god.� She heard him
laughing softly and looked up at him from where her mouth had been moving
across his abdomen toward his hip.

His red eyes glittered�

�A mythical ssserpent
god..� I like
it...� he smirked.�

She turned her head back down to
his skin and nipped and sucked at his hipbone.�
He groaned and hissed again, winding his pelvis erotically against
her.�

His cock was, from this vantage point very nearly staring her in the face and
she wondered what it would taste like.�

She hadn�t done this before so she probably wouldn�t be any good, but she knew,
in theory, exactly how it was done.

She lowered herself still further
in the bed and moved, nudging his legs gently apart so that she could kneel
between them. She thought he would like her kneeling before him in this manner.

His hooded eyes widened slightly,
glowing eagerly.�

She leaned down, lowering her face
to his cock and inhaled delicately.. he smelled clean and only faintly of a strange scent that
something in her identified as �man�.

She supposed it might have been stronger if he had pubic hair on this
body.�

Her pointy little tongue darted
out and tasted him.� His cock bobbed in
response and she jumped in surprise.�

�It moves!� she hushed wonderingly.

He laughed darkly. �Yesss Hermione.� Thatsss not all
it doess.�
Pet it for a while and it will sspit in your
eye�

She shot him a mock scowl.

�Caresss
me� he hissed softly.�

Hermione leaned down daringly now
and ran the tip of her tongue from the base of his cock to the head, hearing the
Dark Lord groan in a most delightful way.�

She licked her lips and pressed a kiss to his head, flicking with her tongue
and parting her lips to take the whole head of his cock into her mouth and
suckle it gently.�

He hissed something that sounded peculiarly like the parseltongue equivalent of
an expletive, his head falling to the side and pelvis rocking up at her
slightly.�

Pleased with this reaction she
sucked harder, letting more and more of his thick cock slide into her mouth
until it touched the back of her throat uncomfortably.�

She hadn�t even managed to suck half of it, she
estimated that about a third of his shaft was in her mouth now.�

How was she supposed to.. She moved experimentally up
and down a little, sucking hard and he groaned louder.

�How do I suck the rest of it?� she mused.�
She knew that there was something referred to as deep-throating where you could somehow open your throat and take
the penis a lot further in.� It hadn�t
sounded like it would be particularly comfortable but she knew in principle how
it was done.�

She heard the Dark Lord gasp softly at her thoughts and he raised his head
again to watch her interestedly.�

She sucked up his length, flicking
her tongue against his underside on the way up and swirling it around his head
at the top and this time when she sucked him in she pushed down with her head
till he was pressed hard against the back of her throat making her gag a
little.� She fought the sensation.

He moaned hungrily, his cock twitching and she wondered if he enjoyed her
discomfort

She let her saliva drool down his shaft and used her hand to spread it around
the rest of his cock.� Then she swallowed, pressing down hard as she did
and felt something give..

�Ssalazar!.. Hermione!� the Dark Lord gasped,
bucking up against her throat and forcing himself even deeper.�

She struggled not to gag.� �still, still.� Don�t move.�
It will pass�.� She pulled back
gently, swallowing again and she could feel
how his cock scraped against something hard deep in her throat as she sucked
her hardest all the way to the tip.

This time she placed her fist on the top of his cock and her lips at the
opening of her fist and moved downward smoothly, sucking hard, flicking with
her tongue and twisting with her little hand, swallowing hard when he hit the
back of her throat and pushing him as deep as she could before swallowing and
reversing the process on the way up.�

He moaned loudly and bucked his
hips rhythmically against her in time with her movements now and she caught out
of the corner of his eye his hand twitch and rise up toward her before he
reluctantly laid it back down on the bed. �

She reached with her left hand and
caught it, pulling it toward her head.

He sighed something indecipherable and wound his fingers in her hair guiding
her head up and down.

She used her left hand now to
gently cup his balls. He flexed his fingers slightly in her hair and groaned
softly.

She tried stroking them in time with her movements and his hand pushed at her
head more insistently. �doing something right maybe�
she thought.

An idea occurred to her.� She knew most men didn�t like to feel teeth,
all the literature had been quite adamant about that but he had reacted so strongly
to her teeth on the rest of his body.. so on the way up on the next stroke she allowed her teeth to
slide up his shaft very carefully.

His reaction was galvanic.� He hissed
loudly in parseltongue and his hand tightened in her hair pushing her down hard
and fucking into her mouth at the same time. He pulled her up and pushed her
down again, increasing in speed.�

She had less control this way and just tried to suck hard and keep her throat
as wide as she could.��

She wanted to nip him to see what
he would do but he was fucking her mouth fast now and she didn�t want to hurt
him. �Yessss� he hissed.� � do it!��

She tried to time it for the upward movement and brought her teeth together
hard, his movement dragging them roughly up his length.

He responded by pushing her down harder than ever and holding her there, his
head thrown back, roaring.�

She felt his cock pulse in her
throat and shifted her hand on his balls to press on the skin between his balls
and ass.�

His pelvis bucked off the bed as his spine arched unnaturally and his voice rose a register.�

She could feel rhythmic pulses of
fluid flooding her throat and swallowed urgently to prevent herself from
choking.�

He was still clamping her head down immovably, his hips bucking weakly against
her now and she felt a moment of panic. She was suffocating!�

Suddenly he dropped bonelessly to the bed, his hand falling away from her head
to curl limply on the bed.

She pulled up quickly in order to gasp a deep breath through her nose but kept
his cock in her mouth.�

His cock was still pumping cum
slowly into the back of her mouth and she could feel a strange sensation in her
fingertips around the base like rhythmic gushing fluid moving beneath the skin.

When it stopped, she sucked up to the head and looked up expecting to meet his
eyes.� What she found almost stopped her
heart.�

The Dark Lord lay seemingly unconscious. His skin was actually ashen..�

She scrambled up his body
frantically, turning his head and feeling for a pulse.� Yes.�
But it was faint and erratic.�

�oh my
god.� I sucked Lord Voldemort to death�
she thought hysterically.�

Fuck.� If Harry had known this was possible we would
have had to engage in a very different kind of training with him.� Ugh.. she felt sickened at the
thought.� It wasn�t funny.� He could be dying!�

She shook his shoulder ineffectually.� �My Lord!!..� Please wake up.� Tell me what to do for you!� Lord Voldemort.� Tom!! Please!!��

The Dark Lord�s eyes cracked open
a slit and fell back closed.� �ssssev� he hissed almost
inaudibly.�

�Professor Snape!� she said,
panicked.� �Yes..
how do I get him.�
I don�t know where he is.� I don�t
know where I am.� It must be very good to
be able to call anyone you want through a dark mark.� If I had one now you could call him.��

�The elf!!� The elf can get him� she shouted and jumped
up from the bed ripping the silver dress from the floor. Tossing it over
herself and yelling at the top of her lungs

�DILLY!!!!!�

The elf popped into the room
immediately looking wary.� �Yes
missy?�

�The Dark Lord is hurt and needs
help.� Go and get Severus Snape.� Do not tell him to come � bring him here please!!��

The elfs
eyes widened to saucers.� �Yes missy!! I�s
be right back�

He popped out and only a couple of seconds later popped back clinging to a
soaking wet Severus Snape.

His hair was hanging in wet strings and he was quite naked. He had obviously
been in the shower when the elf apparated in.

�What the bloody hell do you think
you�re..� professor Snape roared before he noticed the
pallid form of the Dark Lord behind her.�

�Help!!� Hermione yelped in panic.� �We... and then he....�� HELP!!�� She wrung her hands and raced back to the
bed, leaping onto it to stare down at the Dark Lord helplessly.�

�WHAT DID YOU DO, MISS GRANGER?!!� professor Snape bellowed at her,
striding over and perching beside the still form of the Dark Lord and pressing
his fingers to his throat, seeming relieved at finding a pulse.�

�Fucking elves.�
Do you realise I don�t even have my wand! You couldn�t have instructed
it to tell me what had happened,
could you?!� Then I might have been able
to anticipate what potions he might need.�

Hermione found herself crying. �I�m
sorry!� I was just so scared something
would happen before you got here or that you would think it was some trap or
something and wouldn�t come and would tell the elf not to come back.�

What�s wrong with him?!��

The professor frowned.�

�I don�t know.� I need to see your
memories of the time immediately preceding� his collapse, Miss Granger.�

To judge by the Dark Lord�s current state of undress, you are not going to want
to show me.� I assure you, if I have to crucio you to the brink of death, you are going to.��

�I shall be right back. Do not do anything.�
At all.� Sit
there, exactly as you are and do not move!��

He stood, completely unreserved in
his dripping nakedness and stomped back to the frightened elf, trembling and
watching them all with its ears lowered.

�I�s sorry, Severus Snape sirs.
The missy said..�

He scowled �Yes, yes.� Take me back to my room.�

They popped away again.�

Hermione sat, looking down at the
peaceful form of the Dark Lord feeling an odd kind of tearing inside her.�

When his eyes were closed like this he almost didn�t look unnerving at all, she
thought.� His face was actually quite
lovely.� If he had been a marble bust in
a museum she would have admired him, at least.�

The sharp lines of his mouth..� His non-nose wasn�t even that disturbing
anymore.� It was just something that was.

She thought again of how he had quirked at her thinking of him as a
mythological snake god.�

�oh god.. i
hope he�s alright� she fretted.�

If she could just do something.. anything.� She placed
her hand on his chest above his heart and thought hard about her magic, willing
it to somehow protect him.� He looked so
fragile and empty like this, not like himself at all.�

She felt something inside her
shift and it was almost like a feeling of rushing liquid.� It was actually a lot like the feeling in her
fingertips when she had held his ejaculating cock but much larger.

It flowed through a point somewhere in her abdomen up to her throat.� A sense of strength and peace filled her and
she willed it to enter the Dark Lord.

�Be ok! Be ok!� she pleaded.

She bowed her head and considered
saying a little prayer to whoever might be listening.�

�Hermione!� she heard Lord Voldemort
say, in a surprisingly strong voice.�

Her eyes sprang open and she found
him lying there inspecting her bemusedly and looking..
well.. looking fine actually, not even a hint of
fatigue on his face.�

She startled, confused and took her hand away from his chest self
consciously.�

�What did you do?� he demanded.�

�Nothing!.� I just wished you would be alright
again.� I tried to share my positive
feelings with you.� I don�t know.� Some muggle tv program said that sick people can sometimes be
helped by the positive emotions of those around them.� Did it work?!�
she sounded somewhat dumbfounded.

�Whatever you did.. It would appear that it did something..�� he muttered, taking
in her tear streaked face and sitting up experimentally.� �He flexed
his arms gingerly, then extended a hand and formed a cupped claw with it,
concentrating until a blue ball of energy started to form within his splayed
fingers, turning slowly.� It brightened
till it pulsed like a small captive star.

He inspected it, seeming surprised, then released it and it dissipated.�

His eyes fixed upon her and she
could imagine the various thoughts passing through his mind, chiefly among them
being � How can I use this?

She gulped and said �Why do you
think it was something I did, perhaps
it was you! The human body can do astounding things when threatened. Professor
Snape was-�

At this second the man himself
popped back into the room, now dry, wearing boxer shorts and carrying his wand
and a large box full of potions.� He
looked quite beside himself and it took him a second to process the
developments in the room, the Dark Lord looking at him coolly and Hermione
shifting her eyes uneasily.

He cocked his head, confused.� �But..�

�Severus� the Dark Lord
interrupted him imperiously. �There�s no need for panic now, Miss Granger has
saved the day. It remains to be seen exactly how she did so.� But for the
moment.. calm yourself. I am
quite well.��

Professor Snape appeared to be
actually trembling and approached on unsteady legs to where the Dark Lord sat
on the side of the bed.�

He fell to his knees before him, staring up into his face with beseeching
eyes.� �I was so..concerned..
my Lord��

Hermione could have fallen over
when the Dark Lord reached out and stroked Professor Snape�s hair away from his
face and ran his hand lovingly down his face.�

�I know, my devoted boy. I am sorry to have frightened you so�

Professor Snape closed his eyes
and leaned into the Dark Lord�s hand, his brow furrowed.� �What would you have me do, my Lord?� he
whispered.�

The Dark Lord hesitated and then
spoke.� �As she has apparently healed me,
i would have you heal Hermione of her burn, I was
going to take care of it earlier but we became somewhat...distracted.�

Professor Snape opened his eyes
and turned his face to look at Hermione.�
He seemed troubled by many different emotions at once. It was disturbing
on one who had always been so utterly guarded, every emotion hidden, to see
them all tumbling through his eyes at once. �

The Dark Lord gently turned his face back and stroked his cheek again
comfortingly.�

�Hush.. I would never forget you... There is no need
to fear her.� He paused �or your desire of her.��

Hermione started and her eyes shot
to the Dark Lord in shock.�

�She is mine.. and you
are mine also.��

He ran his thumb across the professor�s bottom lip causing him to close his
eyes in pleasure.

�Little mad scientist! I will never tire of you.�

Professor Snape darted his tongue out to flicker across the Dark Lord�s thumb
causing him to laugh softly.�

Hermione was experiencing a
paradigm shift and couldn�t quite force her brain to move past the hysterically
repeating idea..Professor Snape loves the Dark Lord.� Professor Snape loves the Dark Lord!!� In
every possible sense of the word..� Suddenly this thought progressed to a new,
dramatically surreal prospect.� �i want to see them kiss..� �

The Dark Lord hissed �SSeveruss..� and Professor Snape
opened his eyes and looked up at him. �Something appeared to pass between them for a
moment and then the Dark Lord was leaning down and pressing his lips to the
professor�s, their mouths moving against each other passionately.� Professor Snape had his eyes closed and the
expression on his face was almost rapturous.�

The Dark Lord threaded his fingers through his hair and tugged him against his
mouth even harder making Professor Snape growl in the back of his throat.�

Hermione realised she was watching
them both, gaping, unable to tear her eyes away.�

She wanted to crawl closer.�

The image was wrong..
so wrong..but they looked
strangely beguiling together. �Otherwordly..�

The Dark Lord pulled back from the
kiss and professor Snape followed him hungrily for a second before reluctantly
backing off and looking up into his eyes attentively again..

The professors eyes flashed to Hermione suddenly,
shocked and then back to the Dark Lord.�
He seemed confused and unsure.�

Lord Voldemort half turned and extended a hand toward Hermione sitting rapt on
the bed some way behind him and murmured �Come here, my dear��

Hermione hesitated, shocked and a
little unnerved before crawling forward on her hands and knees to perch,
kneeling and sitting on her heels on the bed next to the Dark Lord.�

Professor Snape was looking up at her from his knees on the floor before them
both, with an expression of fear and reverence, and it felt very strange.

The Dark Lord reached a pale finger and gently turned her face toward him. She
was surprised by the hunger on his face, she was more surprised at how little she was
bothered by this whole situation.

Surely she should be a bit upset
about..something..or
other..�

The Dark Lord delved his fingers
through her hair to cup the back of her head and
urged her forward.� She complied,
overbalancing slightly and bracing herself with her hands on his naked
shoulders. He mustered her with a heated gaze and pulled her to his lips.

She tasted him again, warm and slick tongue thrusting into her mouth and met
him thrust for thrust.

He drew back and suddenly pushed her head down toward Professor Snape.�

The professor�s response was violent..� he reached for her,
gripping her neck and her hair in each hand and tearing her down, crushing his
lips against hers painfully. His tongue pushed forcefully into her mouth,
dominating her own and causing her to whimper faintly. He tasted surprisingly of
fresh toothpaste!

He growled at her whimper and only
kissed her harder, pulling back and nipping on her bottom lip hard.�

She had almost forgotten for a second who she was with.� The professor�s reaction to the Dark Lord was
so very submissive and devoted that she almost forgot the harsh dominant nature
of the man otherwise.

�Mmm...� you look delicious together, my pets� the
Dark Lord hissed.� �Just don�t forget who
you truly belong to..�

Hermione looked up at him
confused.�

Unmistakeably reluctant, the professor released her.�

�Come here, Hermione� the Dark
Lord hissed.�

She crawled closer and he maneuvered her until she was sitting with her back up
against his chest. �He waved his hand
impatiently and her silver dress melted away.

Professor Snape�s gaze sharpened and his eyes crawled over her body covetously,
now and then flicking up to the Dark Lords face and back to her.

Her breasts, her belly, her pussy.� He seemed to be wavering in jealous desire, obviously
torn between wanting to hold her and wanting to be held by the Dark Lord in her
place.�

The Dark Lord trailed a finger
down the ragged edge of the pink burn line, tracing its path to her stomach.

She heard him hiss, next to her ear �Heal her Severuss��

Professor Snape nodded curtly and rose from his knees to go to the box of
potions he had brought.�

The Dark Lord gripped her tightly
and pulled her backward on the bed to lie in the
centre of the mattress, spooned against him, one arm under her head and the
other curled over her abdomen.� He rested
his chin on her shoulder while professor Snape padded over to the bed holding a
small jar and his wand.�

The severe man climbed up onto the mattress and kneed forward a couple of steps
to kneel in front of them both. �Looking
down on them from above like this he was suddenly very much Professor Snape. Intimidating in his cold dominance.

Even half naked.�

Especially half
naked.�

She allowed herself, for the first
time, to really look at his body.� He had
been naked before but she had been so concerned with the Dark Lord that it
hadn�t really registered fully.� Now.. he was in a bed with her.. leaning over her..

His skin was pale against his slightly longer than shoulder length black hair,
not unlike the skin of the Dark Lord in his other body (she was trying not to
think of it as his Tom Riddle form) but less pale than the Dark Lords current
white skin.�

He had larger, more muscular thighs and arms than the Dark Lord.� His chest was broad, slightly broader than the
Dark Lords and although he was toned and well formed, he was less..perfectly sculpted, less ethereally beautiful.. than the Dark Lord.
�Darker or rougher or
something. �More..dignified..and refined than Rodolphus
however. ��

She chastised herself.� Why was she comparing them to each other like
this?� It seemed rude somehow.�

But at the same time she had a feeling that she would always be comparing everyone to the Dark Lord now.�

He sniggered next to her ear,
licking her earlobe and smirking against her.�

Professor Snape�s eyes sharpened, suddenly burned with dark heat.� He reached out..and
in a strange mirror of the Dark Lord�s earlier behaviour, he brushed his thumb
lightly across her lips.. it tickled in a strange
arousing way and she parted them, but instead of licking his thumb she leaned
forward to suck it into her mouth, suckling on it and swiping her tongue
against it.

Professor Snape gasped softly, his lips parted slightly and eyes glittering
with lust.� She could see his boxer
shorts beginning to tent.

The Dark Lord murmured into her
ear, �Now now, my dear, there�s plenty of time for that later. �Stop being such a little temptress and let Severus
heal you� �

Professor Snape seemed to struggle
to force himself to focus, a strange dazed expression on his face as he gazed
down at them both. �

The Dark Lord whispered in her
ear. �He is thinking how beautiful we look together and is afraid that we won�t
want him soon�

Hermione frowned. �I�ve wanted him for years.�
I�m probably not going to stop by next week.��

Professor Snape looked startled.

�There you have it, Severus.� And I�ve already given you my reassurances
for the night, you know I do so hate repeating myself, so stop being so
melodramatic and fix the bloody burn so we can all get some rest.�

Professor Snape nodded once and uncorked the short fat jar in his hand.� He scooped out a healthy portion and began to
slather it across his hands, rubbing it to coat the palms and fingers.� He then leaned low over Hermione and gently
began to stroke his hands one over the other down the line of the burn, his
expression now entirely focused on her skin. �

When he had covered the whole length
of the red line, he began again at the top, running his hands down the length
one after the other and very softly he started to sing.�

Hermione watched his face in fascination.�
He had a beautiful voice.� She
didn�t understand the words of the incantation, they sounded like Arabic and
she had never learned that language. It utilised an entirely different form of
magic and was not offered in the Hogwarts curriculum .�

She felt a burning sensation
flowing down her body in tandem with his hands but it was coupled with a
peculiar cool bubbling sensation, as if her skin were burning and water were
gushing up from her depth to cool it.�

�My lord..�
Professor Snape�s voice had an edge of worry.�

�Yes, Severus� the Dark Lord said,
in almost an eager expectant tone.�

�The charm is not working. The
burn refuses to heal.� It is as though
something is blocking it. It begins to heal and then it grows back.� I don�t understand..
perhaps I was mistaken in my assessment of the nature
of the curse that caused it.��

�Mm..
perhaps� the Dark Lord mused thoughtfully.�
�Perhaps if Hermione lends her... positive thoughts... to your
endeavour, it might help in some small way.��

Hermione frowned, confused.� The Dark Lord didn�t believe in the power of
positive thought.� There was something
funny going on.�

�You have a suspicious nature, Hermione!� I was merely suggesting that it couldn�t
hurt.� After all, I�m certain you�ve read
about the reported abilities of Indian yogis.�
While I am not advocating walking across coals, you might at least try to ..think positively.. or whatever
it is you do..��

She was unconvinced but he was
right, it couldn�t hurt. It would
probably be a waste of time.

Or perhaps he was toying with her and it was he suppressing the effects of the charm, just so that he could
trick her into believing she had some influence on her healing.� No.. that made no sense.� �

The Dark Lord tsked into her ear.� �The things
you think of me, Hermione.� I�m sure I
have better things to do than waste my time and energy pulling your leg.��

She balked and huffed, irritated. �Fine.� What do you want me to do, Professor?�

�Give me your hand Miss Granger�
he commanded softly, a slight twist of his brows and lips betraying that he was
as dubious of this little experiment as she was.�

He slathered her hand in salve and placed it at the top of the burn.. holding her wrist he traced the
length of the injury showing her where to stroke her hand.� She nodded and he placed his hand on her
shoulder, beginning to slowly stroke down her body. After every pass of his
hand she passed her own in its wake and he very softly sang the incantation
again.

She wondered why he sang so
quietly.� Didn�t he like the sound of his
own voice?

She attended to the feeling on her chest again.�
Again there was this burning sensation but this time it wasn�t cooled by
the bubbly sensation rushing up at it, rather the cool liquidlike feeling
seemed to flow parallel to the burning and it was much stronger.�

She heard the Dark Lord gasp at
her ear and clutch her more tightly and professor Snape suddenly stopped
singing, a confused infuriated expression on his face.� �What did you do, Miss Granger?� The wound is healed.� I didn�t even finish the first verse of the charm, it should not have healed by now.�

He looked suspiciously at the Dark Lord who had raised himself slightly to look
down at her face and wore an expression as of a man who has just confirmed that
he has the winning lottery ticket for the super jackpot, with the powerball but doesn�t want
anyone to notice. He curled himself around her just a fraction more closely in
something that felt both protective and possessive.�

She looked between their faces
uneasily.� �I didn�t do anything, I just
paid attention to what Professor Snape was doing.� I- I didn�t even try to do anything yet.� I�m
sorry!� It wasn�t me, whatever happened.�

The Dark Lord and Professor Snape
shared a long look and the expression on Severus face changed from suspicion to
astounded disbelief. He looked startled. And then the expression faded as he
schooled it into something resembling �professor Snape�.�

�Ah well.� One of those things then,
Miss Granger.� Perhaps I was
singing out of key the first time around.�

He paused and couldn�t resist a smirk at the ridiculousness of the words he was
about to utter �Maybe we loosened it enough the first time for it to
immediately take the second time around.�

�It doesn�t really matter� the Dark Lord mumbled tiredly next to her ear as he
lay back down, spooning her naked form against his own and shifting slightly to
attain the optimal level of comfort.

�it�s gone now.�
It�s been a long day. Let us sleep.�

Hermione was even more suspicious
now at the apparent immediate dismissal of the occurrence by the Dark Lord but
the second half of� the
sentence blew her concerns from her mind entirely in favour of other worries.

�Sleep?� You�re staying here, my Lord?!� In my bed?� To sleep here?�

�Mm. Yes.� And Severus too.� Goodnight Hermione.�

She looked up at professor Snape
in startled confusion.� He raised an
eyebrow at her and appeared to shrug slightly without having shrugged at
all.� She wondered how he did that.

Professor Snape scourgified his hands, then placed his wand on the bedside
table and gingerly let himself down to lay on his side alongside her, facing
her, his arm snaking under the pillow.� He
closed his eyes.

The Dark Lord lifted his hand from
her abdomen wearily and waved it in an impatient curling twisting gesture and
the covers of the bed vanished from below them and reappeared a half metre
above them, dropping lightly down. �He
flicked his hand again and she just knew
from the surprised intake of breath from Professor Snape that the Dark Lord had
vanished his boxers.

Finally, he clicked his fingers and the fire and the torches extinguished.�

She heard him sigh softly, his arm
delving under the blankets and wrapping itself around her once again, resting
just beneath her naked breast.�

She stared into the dark and saw
the shiny glint of Professor Snape�s open eyes.�
He was watching her, a strange expression on his face. It was hard to
make out in the dark, especially as her eyes hadn�t yet adjusted but it seemed
to be something like awe.�
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