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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- 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
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- 34-Ch 34
- 35-Ch 35
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- 37-Ch 37
- 38-Ch 38
- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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When she came out of the bathroom
in her towel, Severus was gone.�

Now she really was worried.�

Something horrible was going to happen to her and it was so bad that even Severus Snape had a guilty conscience
about it and couldn�t face being around her any longer in case he accidentally
confessed.�

She laughed at herself.� Now that really was self indulgent.�

Severus had slept and bathed here but he had no clothes here and of course some people in this place probably had
actual work to do.�

Nevertheless she couldn�t quite tamp down the feeling of disquiet.�

Why had the Dark Lord decided
she�d take the dark mark today?� He
hadn�t seemed that eager yesterday.�

As far as she knew his offer had been entirely unexpected and he hadn�t seemed
to think she�d take it.�

... there
was something wrong, her senses screamed at her!� She was missing something!�

The warning blared loud and clear.. �you fool, you�ve been had!�
Run away!

Its a wand oath, the worst he can do is snap your wand and banish you� from the magical
community.� Well think!!,
the magical community is in the toilet and you dont
even have a wand to use. What do you
have to lose?!� RUN!!��

She began to have a surreptitious
inkling where the flaw she was ..feeling.. not even seeing..was.�

Where the shard of misconception lay.�

Something she hadn�t noticed.. hadn�t seen because it was
hidden.� It had tickled at her, at her
mind, and she hadn�t known what the feeling was at the time. �

She didnt
quite know how she knew it now.�

It was irrational.� She had no real..reason..to think it.� None at all in fact.

She didnt know why she had this..feeling
- this angry suspicion and this..unaccountable drive to act upon it. �

She couldn�t understand all of the strange feeling yet, couldn�t account for how
violently it gripped her and pulled at her mind,� it was just a piece of the puzzle..

but there it was..�

She needed to see Ginny.�

�DILLY!!� she screeched.

The poor little house elf popped
in holding its hands over its ears.�

�Missy is always being yelling at
poor dilly.� Dilly hearses missy even ifn she whispers.��

�I�m sorry Dilly.� I didn�t realise that volume wasn�t a
relevant factor.� I just really needed
you.� Can you help me?��

Dilly brightened. �What does missy
need, dilly bring it��

Hermione crossed her fingers.� �No, not bring here this time.� Dilly, can you take me to Miss Ginevra Weasley?� She should be here somewhere.�

Dillys
ears dropped like flaps on a plane landing on a runway and she started shaking
fit to burst.

�No no missy, Dilly not allowed to take the missy out of this room !! She be having orders to look after missy here and not
go nowhere else with her!��

Hermione thought..
�Well.. can you bring Ginevra
weasley here possibly?��

Dilly appeared to consider this
and it was clear that the elf remembered the last time Hermione had asked someone
to be brought to her.�

�It being important, missy? Dilly not supposed to
bring peoples to missy�

�Oh its incredibly important, Dilly!!�
Hermione reassured her. �But i need you to do two
things. Ok?� I need you to bring me a
watermelon and a knife to cut it so that I-��

�NO NO NO!!� No knifeys allowed in missys room,
master said!� The elf seemed to pale to a lighter shade of gray.

Hermione thought hard. �Ok well
then can you bring me a tall glass?��

Dilly thought hard.� Obviously the master hadn�t said anything
specifically against glasses.� To elves
glasses were for drinking and drinking was safe

�Ok, dilly bring.��

�The next thing is, Dilly, after you bring me the glass, could you
wait five minutes and then bring me Ginevra Weasley to exactly this spot??�

The elf nodded �Dilly do.��

Hermione hesitated.. She wondered..unaccountably.. whether Ginny might have a wand.�

It made absolutely no sense for Ginny to have a wand but the thought was there naggingly in her mind. �

If Ginny had a wand then she might
be dangerous.

She felt dangerous to Hermione�s mind in its current somewhat irrational,
strangely compulsive state.�

Hermione decided to see if she
could go for the gold.� �Dilly..�she asked with a look of
trepidation on her face.�

�Missy??� the elf asked, her ears drooping again.�

�When you bring Ginevra Weasley.. do you think you could please
bring her without her wand if she has one?�

Its just.. Master said I wasn�t to have any wands and
if Ginevra Weasley brings one then Master might be angry with me and punish
me.�

...But if you just bring her without her wand, Master will be satisfied and
missy � I mean I - won�t get
beaten.��

The little elf nodded wide eyed.
�Missy is very wise.� Dilly
bring the Ginevra Weasley without her wand.� Dilly be sad if Master beats missy�

�There�s only one last thing I
need to ask you, Dilly � Please don�t talk to Ginevra Weasley before you bring
her here.�

She doesn�t seem to like house elves much and I don�t want her to know your
name in case she decides to report you for some imagined offense.� I don�t want anyone hurting you Dilly.��

�I don�t want you hurting yourself either, please!� If you ever feel like you need to be punished
for anything Dilly, please come to me and I
will decide the appropriate punishment.�
Ok?��

The house elf glowed.

Hermione thought it bizarre how
the little creatures thought it some kind of compliment if their masters took
the time to punish them themselves.�

Irritatingly her last conversation with Severus Snape flashed through her
mind.�

Perhaps house elves were happy in their own tragic twisted little way, she
conceded reluctantly. �It was still exploitation.

She wondered whether she was exploiting the house elf right now by lying to it
and having it perform tasks that it would not wish to complete if it understood
their purpose.�

Yes.� She was.�
Obviously.

Nevertheless..
her options were limited.� She�d just have to make sure that the little
elf wasn�t punished later for going along with this.

Hermione crouched about a metre
from the spot where she had told dilly to bring Ginny and held her broken glass
in the pocket of her robe just in case the elf had orders about anything sharp. �

She was feeling unnaturally
still.�

Her mind seemed to have stopped
twisting and reacting suddenly and she just felt this slow patient deranged determination
permeating her.

The information from her senses reached her slowly, as if from far away.�

Suddenly there was a crack and the
elf appeared holding Ginny by the leg and then popped away again virtually
instantaneously.�

�Good Dilly� Hermione thought darkly as Ginny was swaying and looking around
herself dazed.�

Yeah gin.� Side along Apparition per
house elf is a bitch isn�t it?!�

Ginny was wearing a very pretty.. very revealing.. cream robe, which showed of
her legs and cleavage.�

She was wearing make-up.� Or spells approximating
it.� Her hair was woven
intricately on her head.�

She looked like she was off to a very slutty ball.�

Hardly prison garb and a far cry from her appearance only last night.�

Hermione launched herself off her
haunches, colliding with the back of Ginny and knocking her to the ground where
she quickly pinned her arms behind her back and reached for the robe-tie she
had laid to the side, binding Ginny�s arms and looping the sash around her neck
before tying a few final knots and affixing them.�

�What the hell is going on?!!�
screamed Ginny.� �Who are you?!� Where the fuck am I��

Hermione didn�t know whether she
hoped she was right or hoped she was wrong right now.�

Still sitting on top of Ginny�s ass as she kicked her legs ineffectually and
struggled with the tie around her wrists, Hermione held her breath and dragged
both of Ginnys robe sleeves up.�

Her heart sank.� Ginny had the dark mark. �

Had he glamoured
it when she was naked in the cell?� Did
she not have it then?�

The feeling was clearer now, dull glowing rage within her, but the details were
somehow even more clouded.�

What was wrong.. where was
the danger located?!�

She fumbled at the feeling inside her and watched the dark mark move and undulate around itself on Ginny�s forearm. �

For a moment it felt like her mind
cleared of its stormy swirling.�

Hermione took a deep breath and ran her hand over her face.� What was she doing?! She didn�t know if she
could do this.� It was..
really a bit much.�

But then her mind was whispering at her darkly � this is the last chance.. ever.. to
get this traitorous bitch, this
WEASEL, in fact..

If she didn�t do something now, the Dark Lord would be obligated to protect Ginny
indefinitely from her, due to the oath that she
asked him to make.�

She had thought herself so clever to be getting away with such a
good deal for poor little horrible lying nasty
Ginny Weasley.�

If she didn�t kill her now she would
have to look at the bitch�s face at bloody Death Eater meetings, would have to
either cosy up to her and pretend to be ignorant of how royally she was screwed
over by her, or acknowledge the ruse and have Ginny rub her invulnerability in
her face.�

What had the bitch done to get the
Dark Lord to give her such a sweet deal?!�

God.. what if he really did care for her.� What if Ginny had been with the Dark Lord
since the diary ... �

what if the Dark Lord was just playing
with Hermione and he and Ginny were �

STOP THINKING.� Her mind screeched at her DO IT NOW!!!� The Dark Lord could arrive at any
second.�

�Yes, yes! Do it now� she thought.
�Do it now or they might come and I�ll never have the chance again..

he�ll protect her...from
ME.

They�ll both be laughing at how stupid I was.

Standing, she kicked Ginny over
onto her back and sat back down, this time being sure to sit on her thighs.

When Ginny saw her face, lit from
within by a dark excitement, she went white.�

Almost as white as the Dark Lord.�

She started to stammer and didn�t seem to know whether to apologise, make
excuses or curse her.��

Hermione took a deep breath.� �Hi Gin!� she said brightly.�

�I want you to answer some questions.� I
don�t want you to be difficult or I am
going to have to hurt you.�

�If you don�t believe me, I will be happy
to give you a demonstration. I really hope you understand what I�m saying to
you here because I am not going to
repeat myself.��

�Now, first question - when did you take
the dark mark?�� She smiled in a
politely enquiring manner.

Ginny gulped and appeared to try
to wriggle into the flagstone floor. �Hermione..� she
whimpered�

Hermione slapped her hard with the
back of her hand across the cheek, sending her head reeling to the side.

�Answer me Ginny� she said in a sweet voice.

�Last year! The beginning of last
year, I�m sorry! They grabbed me in Hogsmeade; Threatened to kill me. I had to
spy on Harry. Please Hermione!! You don�t under��

Hermione frowned at her �That�s
enough. You�ve been lying to everyone.. to ME for a long
time Ginny.� Next question � Where have
you been since the battle?� Those robes
are rather flattering for a cold empty cell where no one will see you.. you were dressed differently
last time we met.��

Ginny swallowed, her face pleading
�Hermione!! You don�t understand.. you
don�t know what they can do..�

Hermione rolled her eyes, beginning
to find her tedious. She wrapped her hand gently around Ginny�s throat and
tightened her grip a little to remind her to focus.

Ginny choked and gasped when Hermione released her throat slightly.�

She responded, her eyes pleading �I-I�ve been in a place with Lucius Malfoy and some of the girls from Hogwarts.� We.. we.. have to.. I didn�t want to! but he said he�d put me in the cells if I didn�t.� I thought he had when you came.��

Hermione nodded at her, mock
sympathy all over her face. �

Ginny might have been reacting naturally yesterday and not setting her up.�

Then again she might be a lying little weasel like she had apparently been for
the last year.�

She seemed to have lied to everyone about her level of awareness with the diary
too.� Perhaps she was lying now.�

There was no way to be sure.

�Are you and the Dark Lord..�� she faltered.� Ginny
had wide eyes and was shaking her head urgently.

�No! no Hermione! What�s wrong with you?!� Have you gone mad?!..you
were..you were kissing
him..that.. how could you do that?!�

Hermione narrowed her eyes and snarled at her. �Last question Ginny and then I�ll
let you go.� Tell me what you know about
why the Dark Lord wanted so urgently to mark me.� Tell me the truth!� If I think you�re lying, I�m going to slit
your throat with my oh so very muggle weapon� she
waved the broken glass before the terrified girl�s eyes. �

Ginny looked ill. She gulped and
spluttered

�I.. I
don�t know. He just put me in the cell and told me to pretend I hadn�t met him
before. �He didn�t tell me why.� He told me.. he said If I didn�t play the game he�d send pensieves to my family of...of the things he�s made me do
here.��

�Hermione �whatever it was, it wasn�t me.�
I�m sorry!� I�m so sorry for
whatever is going on!!��

Hermione hardened her heart.� �Oh pull the other one Gin, it�s got bells on.� This
is the same bullshit you sold everyone when you had the diary. �It wasn�t my
fault.� I didn�t know.� I had to.�
I�m sorry for whatever I did to you Hermione. Blah Blah Blah. Lies!!�
Ginny...� ��

�You convinced me I was a traitor because I knelt,
when you had taken his bloody mark��

You betrayed me Ginny!��

�I agreed to take the mark to protect you!�
To stop anyone from hurting you.� You hurt me!� �

Ginny was shaking her head
frantically saying she was sorry.� Hermione
sighed

�I really don�t want to do this
you know. �I�m sorry but you don�t give
me a choice. I can�t trust you.� I have to kill you Gin.� Because if I don�t I�ll never trust anyone
again.� And I�ll have to look at your despicable
lying face constantly and I won�t be able to do a thing against you and I�ll go
mad, Ginny!!!��

�Madder than I already am, obviously!�

�I�ll think of that day every time
I see you and everything will always have been a big fat LIE.� fuck!! �I wish I could just Avada you,
it would be a nicer death.� I would give you that much.��

Her head dropped..she
felt...nothing.� just..
nothing.� Big gaping piles of NOTHING filling her up completely.

Her mind was dark. �

...she looked into the eyes of the red haired girl who was lying, bound, petrified
stiff, her mouth gaping in shock; pleading soundlessly

�..Oh Ginny..
you �stupid stupid sad bitch.. I sold
myself to the Dark Lord to save you!��

She felt tears coursing down her
cheeks as she gripped Ginny by the hair, pulling her head up and held the
sharpest edge of the broken glass to her carotid artery and sliced along it
hard, feeling the hot pulsing blood spray
up at her, covering her.�

She barely even heard Ginny�s flailing
screams or the moment when they finally stopped.

Ginny had become a red wet object on the floor. �There was no Ginny. �

She was completely covered in her blood.. She had just
sat there and let it drip down her hair and face.. Like something out of �carrie�
she mused incongruously.�

Carry was a fitting parallel.� A wronged overly naive girl taking a horrible revenge.�

She thought to herself manically how
happy she was to have flagstones instead of carpet.� Soon enough there wouldn�t even be a faint
mark to show where Ginny had been.�

She stood up wearily and dragged
herself into the bathroom, turning on the shower and simply walking inside
fully dressed, standing in the spray, not moving for a long time.�

Eventually she began to strip off her robes and underclothes until she stood
naked.�

She cranked the water up as hot as she could stand it and then a half an inch
more, feeling the pain of the scalding water distract her from the fact that
she had just reached a decisive turning point in her life.�

There was ..
her life before she
brutally slit a 16 year old girls throat with a piece of glass.. and her life after
she became a bloodthirsty murderess.�

And just think!! tonight
she would get to have another
decisive moment when she took the dark mark.�
Wasn�t she just the luckiest girl at the party?!�

She turned off the water.� She had to dress, quickly.� She needed to see Voldemort�s face when he found Ginny.�

It was important.� She needed to know.�

It would give her some rough estimation of exactly how screwed she was likely
to be after tonight.�

To judge by Severus� long face this morning (ah.. this
morning.. a mere hour ago. �like a different era somehow..) she
was going to be pretty screwed in fact.�

Think.�

Think Hermione.�

Why would he want you to take the mark?�
What does the mark do?!� Well...
it means he can always find you.�

He can call you to him or can apparate to your
side.� Can hear if you
say his name.� Can give you pain..�

What else, what else?� She couldn�t think
of anything else relevant.�

It wouldn�t be enough to think it was just being able to find her.��

Ok.. stop. Back up.� What is the mark.�

She stepped out of the bathroom and skirted delicately the enormous pool of red
surrounding the dead girl on the floor and walked all the way around to her
wardrobe, pulling out another set of robes for today.�

She chose black.�

She had been tempted to select
pink, just to tick the Dark Lord off at his little ceremony later.�

As she was dressing, she thought
about the time when she had used a spell that was similar to the one used in
the dark mark, in order to enchant galleons to respond to magical command and
display messages.�

What did that mean exactly?�

It meant perhaps that by binding things� with a mark, you could influence and
control the physical configuration of the bound objects.�

You could change the shapes on the galleon.�

What did that mean for a person.�

Well.. ok.. you could cause them
pain.� Yes.. proven.�

What if the binding wasn�t equal.. what if it was in only one
direction.. as it almost certainly was in the Dark
Lords case..

What if the mark not only affected
the physical state of the bound wizard (or witch as the case may be) but also
their magical state?� Were the two
related??�

She had moved in the meantime
while she thought frantically, over to sit in the chair by the fire where she
could see the door.�

She had the vague idea that she wasn�t thinking properly right now. That there was something in the way.

Perhaps she was in shock, she wondered.�

An idea occurred to her suddenly
and she jumped up and retrieved a towel from the bathroom, laying it carefully
over Ginnys face. �She ran back to the fireside and took the
chair with its back to the door, pulling her legs up and waiting.�

Now she was fully hidden.�

This would give her even more information, just so long as the Dark Lord came
in through the door and not via apparition.�
When he first entered, he�d assume it was her body on the floor.

Then, when he lifted the towel she could see exactly how upset he was at Ginnys loss.�

She reminded herself again that
she wasn�t mad.�

She had had to kill Ginny.� Beating
her once would never be enough for something of this magnitude.�

Was she going to lose control of
her magic tonight when the Dark Lord made her take the mark?!�

Where was he anyway, she was getting impatient.�
What if he wasn�t even coming by today?�

Severus had said that he would come by and get her later for the ceremony.�

Fuck.�

She couldn�t have that.

She thought for a minute.� Where there was a will there was a way.�

After a time she
went to the bathroom and got another towel. It was marvellous they way
they just replaced themselves infinitely.�
It reminded her somehow of a box of tissues. Such a wonderful bathroom!�

She went out to the other room and carefully took off her outer robe and hung
it over the chair.�

Wouldnt want it to get messy.� She wanted to wear it later, after all. �

She laughed a high pitched,
unbalanced laugh, her thoughts slow and surreal.

She knew there was something wrong with her thinking..
that everything was skewed somehow.. but she couldn�t understand why and couldn�t stop. Everything
just seemed to unfold automatically and irreversibly now ever since she�d
somehow had that strange dizzy foreknowledge sensation after Severus had left. �

After much consideration she took
off the charcoal underrobe also.� Now she was only standing in her black bra
and thong.�

She took the towel and gingerly
dipped it in Ginnys blood pooling all over the floor,
then wrapped the towel around her arm and went into the bathroom, closing the
door.�

�Dilly� she whispered.�

The little house elf popped into
the bathroom looking perky and pleased with herself. When she saw Hermione with
the bloody towel wrapped around her arm her face fell in dismay and she started
to fuss at top volume

�MISSY!! WHAT HAS MISSY DONE?!� OH
ME!!� MASTER GOING TO BE ANGRY! �

�DILLY!� Hermione
cut through the elfs shrill cries impatiently.� �Go and tell Master missy
is hurt and I�ll be in the bedroom, ok?��
The house elf nodded and popped away.�

Hermione dropped the towel to the
floor and raced out the bathroom door launching herself into the chair from two
metres away and curling up into a ball hiding.�
She wasn�t a moment too soon.�

The Dark Lord cracked into the
room and a heavy silence fell.

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Author Note:

I realise, some readers may be
infuriated by this chapter.� When I wrote
this originally � I was quite disturbed and discontented with it, myself.� The character seemed to twist in my grasp and
write itself ..and this..just
happened.�

I considered deleting it and rewriting from the chapter before.. many times in fact - but it was
important to many events that followed and later it actually seemed to explain
itself and make sense to me.� Still.� I apologise for throwing this one way out in
left field.� Forgive me and keep reading.

Also..I
have not been responding to reviews in my chapters (for any of my stories)
although I was thrilled to receive them! Everyone who has reviewed � Thank you
all so much, you made my day!� Shortly I
will have a thread on the AFF forum dedicated to review replies and I�ll
respond individually.
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