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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot.

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Disclaimer : The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot, a pc, and a cat. (Still no new properties …”sigh”)

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Give credit where credit is due, A Huge thank you to my dear husband who proof-read and Beta’d last chapter and this :] Despite my being finicky, whiny and more often than not a pain in the butt. (xoxo love)

“For Dialogue”

‘For Thoughts’

‘For Flashbacks’

Chapter 10: shake shake shake

All right, if she wanted to regain her reasoning ability, either he must withdraw from her personal space, or she must move away from his. He was sitting very close beside her, while tilting towards her. The heat waves that were assaulting her, radiating from his body, akin to radioactive uranium, felt like a nuclear bomb has been dropped, and she was ground zero, rendering her mind a pile of sticky viscous goo, and that is in both meanings of the word!

As always “K-i-a” alias Know-it-all alias Hermione Granger version 2.0 was quick on the trigger, and sniggering while she was at it.

’Pardon my curiosity, but what’s your head’s ingredient now? Mushed tomato? Tomato Sauce? Or Ketch-up? Pull yourself together you tomato-head!’ Merlin! She sounds like Snape!

All of a sudden, the Dark Lord was standing in the middle of the “pacing” space between the conference table and the sitting area.

Pointing his index finger to a spot about a foot apart from his commanding self, “Come” He ordered, in a level tone of voice that brook no argument, neither high nor threatening, but authoritarian, as if expecting and taking for granted that his orders would be executed, and why not? He was Lord Obey-me-or-else-Voldemort, hence everyone does.

Hermione’s heart dropped, she knew an unpleasant “event” is going to take place, and she really, really did not want to be a part of it, or rather on the receiving end of whatever he has in store for her.

Imperturbably he explained, ”We both need a break pet, I shall take five, you on the other hand will take twenty”.

At first, she felt relieved; good a break, she needed one, badly! Then something clicked in her mushy mind, Twenty! Twenty! What?!

As always, who comes to the rescue in the most inopportune of times? K-i-a snickered ‘Uh oh! Smarting ass for the samrtass coming on the double!’

She was stupefied. Without any spell casting, literally. She gulped, and gulped again and again, still the lump in her throat just did not want to budge. Her reptilian brain was working double shift now, to regulate her body functions, but her adrenal glands were off signal, as if the electromagnetic waves between that part of her brain and those two rogue-organs were under radio interference, and her nervous system became MIA. Consequently the twin glands, were pulling an (un)practical joke on her (like their Weasley counterpart), hence pumping so much adrenaline, her heart was about to burst out of her chest. Her lungs were in a tug o’war with her diaphragm, which ended in a stalemate, and she couldn’t breathe. Respiratory system was now AWOL. Don’t panic… don’t panic…flickered in big bold red characters on her retinas. Apparently, her Neocortex was sending her reinforcement, while trying to reign in her rising terror. In short, she was in her usual SNAFU whenever the Dark Lord was around!

‘Merlin’s balls! He is going to spank me again, and 20 smacks no less?! Why 20?!’

All of 5 seconds had passed since he issued his first command, however Lord Voldemort was not known for his patience. His stern, dark and deep voice inflections snapped her out of her biological chaos to find herself still sitting where she was, on the couch, hands grasping very tightly, the seat soft leather edge, until her knuckles turned white, while he, maintaining his stance, still had his finger pointing exactly to where he wants her to stand.

“I… Said… Come… Here.” His face was a mask of firmness, and unyielding promise of retribution, giving more weight to his order.

Gingerly, pushing her body weight with her now trembling hands, seeing as her legs were refusing to comply, locked together, preventing her from moving in any fashion as if hit by a Locomotor Mortis spell. Nonetheless, her Gryffindor courage, which was hiding for two days, made an appearance, no matter how trivial it was, in the scheme of things occurring at this moment in time, she’d take any crutch, and cling to it especially now. She stood up, breathless, forcing her spine into stiff vertical position, her neck pulled straight, following the movement of her back, resulting in her head propping up, even if her kneecaps felt unscrewed, and her ankles glued together. In her mind, she was taking her last walk to the gallows. In the last 48 hours, since she woke up, and despite his yesterday’s spanking, she never felt this terrified or threatened.

His face was a flat mask, nose less, with expressionless features. The arctic look in his eyes, told her he meant business. There was not a hint of playfulness, or the teasing gleam, which always revealed that the situation wasn’t getting detrimental to her being and/or health. Now she was looking into two crimson irises, which guaranteed a certain measure of pain. She couldn’t gauge his mood, or read any sign, except the color red, she wondered if he was seeing red and what that meant to her well-being. DANGER. Red alert. Hell, she would rather receive the Avatus curse about now, instead of not knowing what is going to come next. The prospect worsening with every step taken, especially when he’s looking like a demon, intent on inflicting reprisal, until he is satisfied; IF satisfying him was possible at all.

Those passing thoughts, accompanied her shuffling legs to where he designated she should stand. Faint shivers were rocking her body; she fisted her hands, fingernails digging into the flesh of her palms, she looked straight ahead of her, meeting his wide chest, his pectorals were moving to the slow and calm rhythm of his respiration. She focused on the threads of his ice blue cashmere sweater, and synchronized her breathing with his, to gain some semblance of control.

Slowly and insidiously, her body was starting to calm down, just by smelling his scent, she breathed deeply. His citrus scented presence, mixed with a musky smell, more like a fragrant sandalwood aroma were teasing her olfactive cells, her nasal orifices dilating involuntarily to sniff more of his deliciousness. And just like that, all of her fear, and anxiousness disappeared in a heartbeat. All of her terror and apprehension dissolved just by smelling him, and her body hyperactive functions slowed down to that lulling state of melatonin induced gentle lethargy.

To complete the effect, his wickedly sinful and dark whispering voice, stroked her already oversensitive ears, the sound waves making the tiny hairs in her auditory canal stand on end, her tympanic membrane shiver and tremble, like rose petals under a caressing hummingbird wings. This lead the congregation of those triplet small bones Malleus, Incus and Stapes to dance in synced steps to his baritone musical whispers, until her eighth cranial nerve received the sound in waves flowing through her cochlea fluid to her brain which finally understood the lyrics “Close your eyes” …’Oh, Gladly’ she thought, and her eyelids simply fluttered shut. Then her whole being fluttered open!

He was not physically touching her, yet he was, more than ever, totally, intimately. The sensation resembled being dropped in a pool of hot light, or staying in the sun for too long. The photons of this light were unobstructedly slithering inside her and yet enveloping her simultaneously, their energy warming her from the last follicle of hair on her head, to the last cell in her toenails, passing through every nook and cranny, in her body, inside and out, overpowering it, not forcefully though, it was rather gently pulling at her own light, or ethereal substance, or aura, or whatever it was called.

She did not want to think; She was basking in this overwhelming soft embrace, her breathing slowing down to a deep sleep pace, at that moment her magical core was the target of a laser beam like ray or wave, shooting out of nowhere, hitting accurately this specific spot, under her sternum. She couldn’t be sure; of its nature, it was akin to an energetic mass focused on her central part, where she knew her magical slot was.

A split second later, her own core exploded, bursts of unimaginable heat, wave after wave rocked her body, like a nuclear bomb had detonated in her middle, not painful, but intense, concentrated at first, followed in a microsecond time, by what felt like propagating light’s energy circles, resembling those generated by a tossed pebble in a lake. They seemed rather spherical, 3 dimensional, and she was surrounded by their field, and more closely, being part of it.

She was living her own Magical Supernova, the sudden reignition of her magical core’s full potential, through radiations of light and energy bursts. Her magical core, or light’s energy pushed on the initial “hot Light” that triggered her own, then it mingled with it, His Light’s energy emissions.

She innately knew, without even thinking about it, she recognized him, his magical core tugging on hers, through his massive, enclosing aura, and she let hers go, free to fuse with his, and though she was absorbed into each radiation, she was still feeling her own.

It was similar to a superimposition of two rays of laser beams, each with its own entity yet blending perfectly together. Their Photons sequenced to work separately, yet in a binding fusion, on the same wavelength, on the same frequency, and rather than tugging against each other, they were pulling at one another, to get closer, to blend completely.

A Total union, a bonding of magical auras occurred, in a split second, or millennia, she couldn’t know, she was suspended out of time. She had no idea how much time passed. The softly withdrawing radiance, anchored her back to a tangible space, she sensed his magic receding, slowly, tenderly, gently, like a feather stroke. A sunset of sensations rather than colors, abating gradually back to its starting point, akin to floating sand particles, sinking gently to the depth of the ocean. The final fading wisp of smoke, of a blown out candle vanishing into nothing.

Her breath picked up then, as if awaken by a hand shaking her body, she roused from her trance, her eyelids opened by themselves, head looking up, her coffee-brown orbs were flicked with additional caramel streaks than usual, a smile etched on her full lips, she met his crimson irises, drawn there as if magnetized, unaware that his hands were encircling her slim waist, totally oblivious to her hands on his chest. She blinked then one syllable left her addled brain and slipped through mouth “Wow!”

She saw, in slow motion, his head tilt down towards her, ’Oh, yes kiss me please…’ she closed her eyes readying herself, for some mouth contact, besides she needed mouth to mouth reanimation, didn’t she? When after seconds nothing happened, she opened her eyelids sufficiently to see what was taking him this long, to find herself looking at a patch of skin, covering a manly muscled neck, with a whiff of citrus, on top! His sinful murmur made her right ear dance again to his music, “The curse is totally broken now” She hummed her acceptance, her mind still inundated with ocular and olfactive insistent messages, as if under his (un)broken spell. “I would have continued pet, but as I said before, we need each our respective break”. She thought she heard a muffled chuckle, and it was like she was dumped in a bathtub filled with melting ice-cold water.

Godric’s wand! She wanted to hit him, the bastard, the ignominious, conceited, smug, piece of ass!

Hermione Granger version 2.0 response didn’t make her wait long.

‘You mean piece of work, don’t you?’

‘Uh huh’ Hermione answered herself, still dazed, angry and frustrated. His mood changes were giving her a whiplash! One second he is serious, the next playful to turn sour and stern in the third, to threatening in a blink of an eye, to go after and be alluring! He’s not bipolar, he’s multi-polar if such a thing exists! Well, wait it does exist, just look at him!

‘Sooo, what are you still doing, clutching at the man like a dog with a bone? Hem, missy?! You do not want to chew on his bone now, do you??? Ha! That’s a good one if I could say so myself”.

An image came to her mind, of herself sitting on the floor, in the tailor style, a cauldron in front of her brewing some potion, and tons of books surrounding her, some open some not, while she was flicking and swishing her wand, a patronizing air on her face, while blabbering things she did not care to hear, she wanted to bitch slap this girl –in her mind-silly!

‘Boo hooo! Aren’t we in a bitch-y mood today?’ the response just about made her want to growl, not a very convincing statement considering the disagreement!

All right, her case is worsening; she’s rubbing too much on herself!

The Dark Lord, during time, had lead her to the sitting area, made her stand facing the couch‘s wide leather handrest, and stood beside her, while she was in her head, flipping the cauldron over and spilling what looked like polyjuice, just to piss off the irritating bane of her existence, but pushing the books aside first, these are her treasures, no one is allowed to mistreat a book!

A Rectangular Leather paddle in front of her eyes, made her lose her grip on the Know-it-all’s throat and leave her flushed, coughing, and jump back to reality. Whilst his wickedly dark, sinful yet tinged with sadistic glee, voice asked, again lips almost touching her ear, “Do you know what this is pet?”

She was trembling now, what ‘s with him and this whispering in her ear? She is not deaf! He doesn’t have to stand this close and speak directly in her ear…”I asked you a question, if you do not want to add 10 more smacks to your tally, you’d better answer now.” His stern intonation brought her totally into the present, which she wanted to flee, again!

“I …umm…yes?” It was more a question mumbled through dry lips, her eyes were glued to the torture apparatus. It was around a foot long, half an inch thick, and 4 inches wide, with three holes at symmetrical intervals, made of what looked like stuffed sturdy leather, with thick round handle wrapped with leather as well. She wanted to bawl her eyes out. She looked up at him with a pleading look on her face, she felt her lower lip start to tremble, ‘Oh my Merlin! Please don’t …please.”

Inflexible, the dark Lord looked at her pale face, ignoring her beseeching appearance, he explained, in an educational tone, “ This pet is called a paddle, it was custom-made, to my own specifications. Because a good paddle, should hurt more and bruise less. So this beautiful instrument here, as you can see, is wide enough, to not leave bruises…much”. His voracious cruel smile made her heart thud in her ears, while her throat gave that well-known lump a new ad infinitum lease, and her body got into the shake shake shake involuntary reaction.

‘Hey that reminds me of a KC & the Sunshine Band song! … shake shake shake…shake your booty, how well-situated! Am I good today or what?’ Her know-it-all self picked this inopportune moment to get revenge, dancing around the flipped over cauldron, shaking her butt.

That is it!! She needs a lobotomy! Through it all, she was still listening to Lord Volde-marquis-de-Sade’s detailed descriptions of the device he was intending to use on her already abused buttocks. The sadistic bastard was taking pleasure in it, relishing in her dread knowing that the expectations are sometimes worse than the deed itself.

“These holes, in here, offer less air resistance and a much faster swing, and of course the faster the swing, the more painful it is. It is made of pliable wood inside, and cushioning leather, we don’t want your cute bum wounded now, do we? It is light weight hence can be swung faster, which means it is less thuddy and more stingy. And the leather is very soft pet, do not worry, it is made of the best Fire-Dragon hide, very thin, soft yet tough and durable….”

‘You have to be effing kidding me!! He sounds like a badgering salesman intending on making a deal! She needs to act NOW!’ Clearing her throat a couple of times, he stopped to look at her with a lifted missing right eyebrow; same ferocious smile in place.

“May I ask sir, before …y..you proceed, about the curse that you just totally removed ? What about yesterday’s … uh…counter curse …?”

Very much aware of her tactics, his grin got wider; the effect was even more sinister on Hermione’s already strained nerves. He leisurely passed his tongue over his lips, like someone’s expecting some delicious meal; she followed the movement with her eyes, and something inside her stomach just spasmed. Lowering the hand carrying the paddle, he started tapping it on his thigh, in measured intervals, the thwack…thwack… thwack, thudding sounds made her heart jump with each strike, she almost glared at him, almost, lowering her eyes, not wanting to compromise her respite.

Taking his sweet time, studying her face, his red eyes moving swiftly but somehow meticulously over her features, before he replied,” I will tell you all about the curse and the 2 phases to break it later pet. Now, we will start with 5 warming strikes. After, you will obviously count the rest. It goes without saying we start over if you miss, take it as another rule to go by, from now on, this is the procedure which you will always follow during punishments, I will not repeat myself again.”

With every word he was uttering, the witch was turning a paler shade; her mind was short-circuiting on what to do to sneak out her rear end of this mess. An eureka went on in green bold characters over her head.

“May I ask another question sir?” Hermione is usually a civil Witch, it is in her nature not to be rude, but if anyone who really knew her, could hear her now, like Draco Malfoy for example, he would be holding his jaw with both hands, so as not to let it hit the floor. Her tone was meek, and compliant, almost obsequious, almost being the operative word, cause no matter how she tries, there was this tiny spark of rebellion in her that just wouldn’t let her totally yield, talk about being a Gryffindor, shrugging inwardly, she asked after he nodded his permission.

“If my memory serves me well, I remember yesterday adding 5 strikes for each mistake, and I am sure, sir, that I haven’t committed but two today, so how is it that…” Interrupting her never ending long sentence, which she was drawing out on purpose, obviously, he smiled broadly to answer with” Ah! Pet, good you brought it up. With every day passing, mistakes such as those of impoliteness, and bad-manners are doubled today, tomorrow you may want to remember they will be tripled, the day after tomorrow quadrupled, and so on ….”

Hermione was about to faint. Still she kept her mouth closely shut, eyes went wide for a couple of seconds, before her vision got blurry, it was like some layer of moisture was turning his face into a distorted and deformed devil. ‘So not cry now, don’t cry, don’t cry don’t cry’ Her legs were shaking so bad she had to steady herself on the couch back. ‘Pull yourself together now! Are you, or are you not a Gryffindor?!’ For once her alter ego was sympathetic and helpful.

Yes, she needed exactly this, she will take it like only a Gryffindor knows how! Grabbing her courage with both hands, (and nails and teeth), taking a deep breath from her nose, jaw stubbornly set, eyes abruptly dry, unshed tears suddenly evaporated. She looked him square in the eyes and asked, steadily, though in a low voice,” what do you want me to do sir?”

For a split second she saw surprise flash in his crimson orbs, though the rest of his face was dispassionate, then as fleetingly, admiration followed, his smile was consequently less wicked and gentler.

“First you will kiss the handle of the paddle and thank me for disciplining you”.

‘I hate you, Ihate you Ihateyou IhateyouIhateyou…’ she repeated like a mantra, while she kissed the paddle’s handle, and mumbled so low she wasn’t sure he could hear her, and at this moment in time she did not care “ thank you sir for disciplining me.’ Her voice sounded lifeless to her ears, something was cracking inside her, and she did not know what was it. His instructions continued more gently now, with softer inflections.

“Bend over, on the couch armrest, position your abdomen comfortably, legs spread shoulder width, hands stretched out, over your head, and do not move them.” She followed his instructions, like an robot.

“Good girl.” He praised, seeing her in position, he caressed her head, and hair then resumed talking, “You are allowed to scream, and do not worry about being heard, there’s a continuous Silencio Charm on my quarters. Now pet as I said, do not forget to count, when I finish with the five warming strikes. Ready?” A muffled “yes sir” was her answer.

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