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Filthy Little Mudblood	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 30388 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Thank you SOOO much for the reviews! Hope you like this chapter! This one was REALLY hard to write for me because I love the character so much, but I hope you stick by us (the characters and I) for the rest! Luv to my dahlings and thanks again for the reviews. ***rape warning for the latter part of this chapter***

As the Order began to rally around Grimmauld Place once again, Harry had even more trouble concentrating than before. Ginny had been returned almost a week ago and, although he was more relieved than anyone would ever know, something just wasn�t right. He tried to tell himself that he was just giving her time and space, allowing her to heal from her horrific ordeal. He tried and failed to tell himself that he didn�t see Voldemort with her every time he looked at his girlfriend.
He glanced across the table at her, watching as she slowly ate her food. She hadn�t spoken a word since she woke up two days ago, and barely looked at anyone. It was as though she had become a robot, going through the motions, but without any feelings. Molly and her brothers had tried desperately to coddle the young girl and to make her open up about what happened. Harry knew that would never happen. Only Remus, Ginny, and he knew what Voldemort had done to her and none were willing to talk about it. The thoughts, however, had plagued him since her return, allowing sleep to elude him and the tiredness to creep in. He silently cursed his inability to sleep, wishing he could once more sink inside the stronger witch that lived in his fantasies.
�You alright, mate?� Ron asked, nudging him in the ribs and pointing to Harry�s hand that was absentmindedly rubbing his forehead.
�What? Oh, yea, it�s nothing,� he answered, brushing off his friends� concern as he tried to listen to the conversation about the mission.
Snape had came by the night before and, after glaring at both Harry and Ron for a bit longer than usual, gave Remus several details about a few missions. The biggest one was to take place that night. Apparently the Death Eaters were attacking those that should have been on their side, but had declared themselves neutral instead. It only occurred to him after Snape�s departure that he hadn�t asked about Hermione. He was too busy being furious with everyone else when they had told he couldn�t go on the mission, but that Ron could, to think of anyone but himself. Now, he belatedly began to think about his other best friend.
After dinner, they were all preparing to leave when Harry slumped tiredly down on the stairs, waiting with irritation as they all bustled around him. He leaned his head against the wall and his dreams took him quickly.

There she was, the beautiful witch that plagued his dreams and filled his fantasies. He was running his hands along her naked back, pushing her long, brown hair to the side as he roughly caressed her skin and she moaned at his touch. Oh, how he wanted her. Every time he saw her naked and felt her raw magical energy combine with his, it consumed his very being until he found it impossible to control himself. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he knew the emotions were not all his, but it appeared that he had this in common with Voldemort and was almost thankful the evil wizard was sharing the experiences. He had long stopped caring that he didn�t know who the witch was, his obsession had grown beyond that. Now he wanted to devour her himself and, as his hands drifted down the golden globes of her ass and around her hips to her wet folds, he vowed silently to himself to find the witch and make her his.
Unbridled anger suddenly swept through him and he roughly plowed into the naked girl before him. She was bent over the desk, hair now swaying with her body as he drove into her from behind. His strokes long, smooth, and demanding as the air crackled around them and he moaned in pleasure.
�You�re my witch,� he snarled as he thrust his hard cock hard into her with abandon.
�Say it witch, tell me who you belong to,� he ordered angrily as she whimpered and moaned, almost coming undone from his words alone.
�You, Milord,� she moaned.
His grip on her hips was bruising and he was pounding into her with renewed vigor. The feeling of release was so close Harry almost begged for it. Then he looked up, his reflection from the mirror in front of him glaring back as he rode the witch like a wanton slut. Gasping in surprise, he recognized the face of Tom Riddle and not the snake-like features of Lord Voldemort. Suddenly he grabbed the witch�s hair, yanking it back forcefully as he pounded into her and she came undone.
�Fuck! Tom! YES!!� she screamed as her orgasm took over and she shuddered around him.
�That�s it witch, give in to me,� he said, slowly allowing her head to fall and face the mirror. �Give in to your master,� he added as he thrust once more and came inside her wet heat.
�YES!� she screamed again, looking into their reflection, into his eyes.

Somewhere in the back of his horrified mind he heard a faint whisper, �I will win, Harry Potter. I have your witch. You have lost everything.�

Harry jerked awake with a start, falling to the floor in realization as the sobs choked in his throat and he strained to breath.
�Harry! Harry! Are you alright?!�
Desperately trying to grasp what he�d just witnessed, while hating himself and the witch he once loved as a best friend, Harry turned his eyes up to Remus. Tears were pouring down his cheeks and the heartbreak was clearly written on every feature along his young face.

�It�s her Remus,� he said pitifully. �The one with Voldemort is Hermione.� Another sob wracked his body and Remus gently wrapped his arms around the young man.
�I know, Harry, I know,� he said softly.
�You�you knew?�
�Yes. I had my suspicions from the start. I knew there was a reason he was showing this to you and I assumed it must be Hermione. He�s toying with you, Harry, and you can�t let this get to you.�
�How could she do this? How could she do this to me, to us?� he asked angrily.
�There is more to the story than we know, Harry,� Remus said calmly.
�Remus, we must leave now!� a young girl, one of the few people that were genuinely concerned for Hermione�s wellbeing, called from the doorway. Giving Harry an apologetic smile, Remus patted his back before standing to join the others.
�I�ll be right there, Ophelia,� he called back. �We�ll be back soon, Harry, and then you and I will talk.�
�Thanks, Remus,� he sniffed, drying his tears and looking much too old, �I don�t know what I�d do without you.�
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Pacing back and forth wasn�t helping the situation any, she decided. Neither was constantly running her fingers through her untamed hair that Tom seemed to like so much or hiding her face in her hands. Hermione knew what Tom had done; knew the moment she heard the words that her best friend now hated her. She just didn�t know how to handle the knowledge. Tom had snapped his fingers only moments ago and sent her back to her room.
Why did she have to agree with him? Why did she have to say she was his, knowing that Harry could be watching? That was actually quite simple, she thought as she paced back and forth again, logical thoughts escaped her when the man was shoving his cock inside her willing body. Emotions were whirling through her, enveloping her mind as well as her heart.
�Damn wizard,� she muttered just as the door to her room opened and Lucius walked in.
�Hello, Lucius,� she said distractedly.
�Hermione,� came his short reply.
�Are you alright?� she asked, taking a bit more notice of him.
�I am fine,� he said, an obvious lie.
�How did the mission go today? Did everyone make it out alright� she asked curiously, deciding to forget his moodiness once more in her quest for information.
�Is it us you care about?� he snarled, advancing on her as he sniffed the air around her, �or them?�
�Them?�
�Yes, your precious Order. Isn�t that what you really concern yourself with?�
She bowed her head slightly. �Both really.�
�You can�t have both!�
�And why not?! Why can I have friends like Harry and Remus and have you ��
�Your wolf?!� he snarled, grabbing her arms and shaking her roughly. �You care for that filthy half-breed, do you?�
�Of course I do! And don�t call him that!�
He glanced down at her coldly a small smirk growing on his face. �Your wolf is dead, witch!� his voice was icy as he watched the tears spring to her eyes.
Tears immediately sprang to her eyes. �No, it can�t be,� she whimpered.
�Oh, it is. I killed him myself. I watched as the life fled from his eyes and he fell like so many others before him!�
�Y�you killed him?�
�Yes. While you were busy with the Dark Lord,� he said, sniffing their air around her in distaste once more. �It was, after all, part of the mission.�
�You killed him?� she asked again in obvious disbelief.
�That is what I said,� he snarled, shoving her away from him. �Now go bathe yourself! I refuse to fuck you smelling like another man.�
�How could you?� she cried. �I thought you were beginning to understand! I thought you cared!�
�Care? Like you care for the half-breed? Don�t attempt to know me, slave.� He angrily stormed out of the room, leaving a torn Hermione behind him.
Remus was dead. The kind, caring man that she had grown to love was gone forever and she felt her world slowly slipping away. On top of knowing that Harry now hated her, this was the final blow. She lost herself in the pain as she sobbed into her hands for what felt like hours.
Slowly, she began to control her emotions, the darkness shadowing her body like a protective blanket as her heart broke for the second time that day. She made her way to the bathroom, mechanically working the knobs and stripping her clothes. Tom had scoffed at her muggle attire at first, but as the conversation turned to her true thoughts of Dumbledore and his manipulations, Tom had to relent and agree that the way the blue jean material hugged her backside was very alluring. He then proceeded to tear the fabric from her body and completely ruin any lingering friendship she had with anyone from her past.
Sinking down into the tub, she dried her tears and bathed her body. Unaware of how long she had been there, she heard the door opening and two people walk in. Severus and Lucius.
�Where is Granger?�
�Drowning herself, I presume.�
�What?� he asked in confusion and anger.
�Oh, Severus, do calm down. I had an�altercation with her and let slip that I killed her wolf. She�s rather upset with me at the moment. Even more so when I told her to wash the Dark Lord�s scent off her body before I fucked her.�
�Why would you tell her that? You did realize what that would do to her, did you not?�
�Of course I did. I never meant to tell her, she just made me rather angry.�
�Granger?�
�Go away, Severus, I�m fine.�
�Perhaps, but��
�Leave me alone!�

�Did you tell her about the prisoners as well?�
�No, I will tell her after I make the arrangements for Narcissa and we attend the meeting with the Dark Lord tomorrow. Ah, here�s the book. Shall we go, then?�
Hearing any sort of �comforting� words from Severus was the last thing she wanted. He hated Remus as much as anyone and would have no idea how she was feeling at the moment. She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard them leave the room.
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The next afternoon found Hermione feeling a bit nervous. She�d now had plenty of time to mull things over in her mind and wasn�t all that happy with what the end result came to be. Her personal heartbreak aside, the Order was now without its� leader once again. She didn�t believe they could handle such disorganization this close to the end and was sure Harry was in no state to deal with anything. It was also a bit ironic and petty that he had been kept from any missions. There were other losses, she knew. Severus had mentioned prisoners and she hoped that they weren�t significant losses for the Order. Granted, any loss was bad, but the loss of those like Kingsley and Mad-Eye would be greater than that of the more novice members.
A sound near her door alerted her to a visitor. She turned toward the door and glared at the smirking form of Draco Malfoy.
�What do you want, ferret?�
�Come now, Mudblood, surely you�re happy to see an old friend.�
�I would be, if you were one, but you�re not. Now, what do you want?�
�Answers, Mudblood. What you�ve always had in abundance since the day I met you. Do you remember,� he asked, walking closer to her and trailing a finger across her cheek, �do you remember the first day we met?�
Moving from his touch she snapped, �answers to what?�
�My mother is dead, Granger, did you know that?� he asked coldly. His voice was even, dead, and haunting as he spoke to her. �So, tell me how it is that you, a Mudblood whore, have completely destroyed all that I held dear. There are even rumors that the Dark Lord has offered you protection himself. I don�t believe that, personally, but you�ve definitely done something to my father.�
�I haven�t done anything to anyone, Malfoy. You know as well as I do that I didn�t choose to be here. If you want to discuss rumors, perhaps you should think about the one that had your mother in love with another man. That is the reason she killed herself, not because of me.�
�How dare you?!� he spat angrily, shoving her against the wall as he advanced on her. �You presume to think you know anything! You didn�t know my mother, you whore. You took away the only thing I had in this world and I,� he added coldly, �I am going to ruin you. My own father won�t want what�s left of you when I�m finished.�
Hermione gasped in shock as his hands moved roughly over her body before he slammed his own closer to her and the wall scratched at her back. With a quick wave of his wand, her hands were bound above her head and her clothes had vanished.
�Malfoy, STOP!� she yelled, trying desperately to kick or bite him as he lowered his trousers and revealed his growing erection.
�Listen at you, you filth, telling me what to do. I told you I was going to ruin you.�
One of his hands curled around her throat and she fought for her next breath. Her lungs began aching and burning from lack of oxygen and tears streamed down her face. She waved her fingers in his direction, trying desperately to undo her bindings or send him flying across the room. The tears flowed faster when she realized nothing she tried was working, not even the darkness was coming in her panicked state as she silently begged Severus to rescue her.
�Malfoy, you don�t want to do this. Your father will be angry!� she gasped with a rough voice.
�My father?� he snarled, kicking her legs apart and grabbing her breasts roughly with his free hand. �I don�t give a damn about my father. I don�t give a damn about anything anymore. Except punishing you for what you�ve done.�
With a manic glint in his eyes, he roughly thrust forward and sheathed himself completely in her dry passage, making her scream hoarsely from the pain. She could feel her head spinning from lack of air as his thrusts quickened and her insides felt as though they were on fire. Crying out when he bit down on her neck and screaming harder when the warm liquid flowed down her thighs.
�That�s it, bitch, I want you to bleed for me!� he growled menacingly, thrusting harder and harder as she tried desperately to scream and realized her voice was gone.
Suddenly, just when she thought she could take no more, the door flew open and Draco pulled out of her, turning quickly, but not before she saw the look of horror cross his pointed features.
His body went flying across the room and Hermione finally sagged with relief against her bindings as Severus hastily made his way towards her with a robe. As though she were detached, she felt her body being released and fell into his arms before he lay her gently on the bed and began cleaning and healing her.
�What were you told, young Malfoy, about touching the Mudblood slave?�
�I�I�m sorry, Master. I w�was angry and l�lost control,� she heard him stammer.
�Lucius, will your family always be a disappointment to me? It is for you to torture him for his transgressions and I want to hear him scream before I have you kill him,� Voldemort commanded evilly.
Draco�s screams reverberated through the room as his father held him under the Torture Curse. After a solid minute, and no signs from Voldemort of allowing it to stop, Hermione shakily got to her feet, pushing Severus away gently as she wrapped the robe around her body.
�Milord,� she said shakily, ignoring everyone in the room, but him as their eyes met and held.
�What?� he hissed.
�Please, pardon the interruption,� she said over Draco�s pitiful screams, �but I believe I should be allowed the right to punish and kill him. As you allowed Bella the right, so should the right be mine.�
He looked at her for a moment, assessing her features and trying to enter her mind. �Enough, Lucius,� he finally said. Turning back to Hermione he smirked and waved a hand towards the trembling figure of Draco, �as you wish.�
�Milord, if I may, I haven�t a wand or any magical energy at the moment. Would it be possible to recover first so that I may do this justice for you?�
�She speaks the truth, Milord. She was nearly strangled and is very weak. Perhaps Draco would find the dungeon cells to his liking in the meantime,� Severus said smoothly as he glared daggers and the sniffling blood boy.
Voldemort snapped his fingers and Draco vanished from sight. �Completely heal her, Severus,� he commanded before turning on Lucius. �You are not to push yourself on her until she is fully healed, do I make myself clear?� he asked coldly.
�Of course, Milord,� Lucius answered quietly.
They all watched, each holding their breaths, as Voldemort walked out of the door and it closed quietly behind him. Hermione immediately slumped and was caught by Severus, who sat her down in the closest chair.
�I will get the potions and be back immediately,� he said, quickly leaving the room.
�So,� Lucius drawled, hatred etched in his voice and on his face, �you wish to kill my son now? Is it not enough that my wife is dead, must you take Draco from me as well?�
Staring in shock, Hermione tried to understand what she was hearing. �The Dark Lord told me that it wasn�t my fault Narcissa killed herself, Lucius. Why would you stoop so low as to blame me?�
�He�s my son, he�s all I have,� he said evenly.
She looked at the murderer before her and said coldly, �and I just saved his life. Did you want to continue cursing him?� she asked as Severus walked back in. �Did you want to kill him yourself?�
�Of course not! But I don�t want you to do it either!� he shouted.
Severus raised his wand to the door and muttered a spell before handing the vials to Hermione. �Drink these quickly,� he said before turning angrily towards Lucius. �She has just saved your son�s life. The least you could do is show her respect, Lucius. Do not anger me over this,� he snarled.
�How has she saved him when it is her that will kill him?� he asked shakily as his anger abated and he dropped into another chair.
�Draco has been sent to the dungeons. By the time she recovers, he will have suddenly disappeared. Am I right,� he asked, turning back to Hermione, �in assuming that was your intention?�
�Yes,� she spat, glaring at Lucius.
�How will he disappear? Where would he go? Nowhere will be safe for him!�
�Have you lost every sherd of intelligence you ever possessed? I will take him to the Order, where they will keep him until the war is over.�
�What if the Dark Lord finds out? You�ll be punished�killed?�
�Possibly, but that�s only if the Dark Lord finds out.�
�You would do that?� he asked quietly, looking at Hermione.
The anguish in his eyes tore through her already broken heart. �Yes.�
�I�m sorry,� he said with his head lowered into his hands, and had Hermione even dared to breath she wouldn�t have heard him, �for everything.�
Lucius then looked between them, a renewed sense of purpose in his features. �If you can truly do this, if you can save him, then I�ll join you. Whatever it takes,� he added as their eyes grew round and Hermione�s jaw dropped, �I�ll do it, just keep my son safe.�
�I�ll contact the Order immediately,� Severus said, �but Lucius, I believe Hermione has earned the right to go with me this time.�
�Is that even possible?�
�Yes, I can make it possible.�
�No,� he said firmly, Hermione�s thrilled expression turning grim, �I won�t allow her to disappear.�
�Look here, you selfish bastard,� she almost yelled, �I�ll come back, I have no choice! If the Dark Lord finds me missing, he�ll know everything and he�ll kill Severus.�
�You�ll come back?! Do you think your friends will let you?�
�Yes,� she said, slumping back down in her seat. �They�ll probably jump at the chance.�
�Then go, but if anything happens, it�s on your head Severus.�
�Will you make the Unbreakable Vow, my old friend?� Severus asked calmly.
Somewhat wearily, and with a considerable bit of thought, he said, �I�ll make the Vow.�
�Will you be the Bonder, Granger?� he asked, gazing on her still shocked expression as she nodded slightly.
�Um, won�t she need a wand, Severus?�
�No. Now, take my right hand.�
Lucius did as he was instructed. Right hands firmly grasped, Severus began speaking as Hermione lay her hand over theirs.
�Will you, Lucius, consent to do what is right by our standards to rid the world of the evil it has come to know, while allowing no one to learn of our secrets?�
Lucius gulped and responded, �I will.�
A flame flew from Hermione�s hand and wound it�s way around their joined hands, burning as it went.
�And will you consent to protect Hermione and those that belong to the Order of the Phoenix when possible?�
�I will,� he said more strongly.
Another flame shot from her hand and twirled magically with the first, bonding their hands together.
�And should the time come, will you willingly help defeat the Dark Lord?�
Another audible gulp sounded from Lucius, but he nodded his head and with a strong voice said, �I will,� once more.
As Hermione stared in disbelief at the men before her, another flame shot from her hand, whirling around the first two before disappearing into their clasped hands.
As they both stood, Severus said quietly to Hermione, �I will check the guard schedule and see when would be best. I�ll get back to you within the next few days and then we shall leave.�
�Thank you, Severus.�
He looked down at her for a moment and then nodded his head before leaving the room.
�How are you�how are you feeling?� Lucius asked.
Hermione waved her hand in front of her abdomen and murmured a spell. A bright light shot from her palm and into her stomach, causing her to gasp and then smile.
�Completely healed now, thanks to Severus� potions and a few other skills.�
�Since when can you do wandless magic?� he asked accusingly.
�For quite awhile now, but no one else can know of it.�
�You are more than right on that count,� he said quietly.
�I�m very surprised, Lucius.�
�Don�t be. Apologies do not come easily from me and I would hope you believe me to be sincere.�
�I do, but you�ve hurt me so much.�
Lucius stood quickly, grabbing his cane and heading for the door. �I am who I am, Hermione, and that will not change,� he said coldly before leaving her alone once more.

A/N: Ah, the prisoners...any guesses who two important ones are? Hint: one has ginger *cough* hair and the other is a female (without ginger hair).
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