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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
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- 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
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- 66-Ch 67
- 67-Ch 67
- 68-Ch 68
- 69-Ch 69
- 70-Ch 70
- 71-Ch 71
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- 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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Severus stood and held her gently,
her form wrapped around him, swaying slightly in a manner she faintly recalled
from childhood when she was being comforted in the midst of hysterical crying.�

Which was appropriate, since she was crying her eyes out and
didn�t think she�d be able to stop any time soon.

After a long while he sighed heavily and pulled away.�

She thought he would now leave her
too and tried to hold on to him but instead of departing, he only bent and
lifted her under the knees, cradling her to his chest and walking over to the chair
by the fire that the Dark Lord had been sitting in when he arrived, lowering
them both down together.�

She buried her face in his neck
sobbing and he let her, his hand stroking her head slowly.�

The fire cracked and in time she
found she could stop crying.�

She felt as if she had been pulled through a wringer backwards and she also felt.. guilty.. but
not in the way she knew she should.� And
that was strange.�

She should be tormented about Ginny.�

She knew it to be the case..but she found she still felt an odd little sense of
satisfaction about Ginny.

�The Dark Lord was proud of me� �a silibant
little voice inside her hushed.

She felt guilty because she had said nasty things to this man who was now
holding her, comforting her, things she had tried to hurt him with.

His skin was warm and soft against
her nose and forehead.� She lifted her
face and inhaled slightly, wondering if he would smell of tangerine and
elderflower, but no.. his
soft, soft, skin had a different unfamiliar scent.� It was very pleasant for all its
unfamiliarity. �She sniffed again and her
nose tickled slightly when his voice rumbled low through his throat where her
nose was pressed.

�Bergamot� he said lowly.

�You couldn�t really have expected me to enter the assembled ranks of the death
eaters smelling like a fruit basket, could you?��

She had the feeling he was
smirking and raised�
her tear streaked face to see him.� He was.�
And more..�

He was...so professor Snape...suddenly.�

She was sitting in professor Snape�s lap being held.� How did life become this wonderful so rapidly.�

�You have a strange way of showing
your happiness Miss Granger� he said sadly.�

Her face crumpled and she looked
away, unable to look him in the eye any longer.

�I�m sorry..� she aspirated. �I shouldn�t have said
those things to you.�

He appeared to consider this
carefully. �How do you feel, Miss Granger?� she caught the inflection now � she
was back to being Miss Granger, for him.

It hurt, she found. �The distance he
imposed.

He had called her Hermione earlier.

She looked back up into his eyes
wearily.

�Old..�
she whispered. �And confused.�

He nodded slowly.� After a long pause he spoke again,
tentatively. �Will you allow me to look into your mind?� I need to know..what
happened here.�

She looked away startled and
unsure. She realised she felt..embarrassed.�

�Why?!� she asked quickly.�

�Please..�
he interrupted her before she could slip into a lengthy distracting rant.

She stopped, her eyes flicking wildly about for a moment and she felt his warm
hand stroke down her back.

�I need to understand, Hermione.�

After a long hesitation she turned
to him and opened her eyes but he shook his head slightly and she felt him
lifting her body, shifting her position until she lay in the crook of his right
arm, curled like a child in a tender embrace.�

She felt..strangely comforted, looking up at him.�

His other hand moved to stroke the hair away from her face and then retrieved
his wand.� He looked into her eyes and
murmured �legilimens.��

When she felt him enter her mind
it was nothing like the Dark Lord.� He
was somehow rougher, though she had the feeling he did not mean to be.� Her recent memories since he had arrived were
paged through rapidly and then she found herself back in the bath, watching him
depart, his back broad, droplets running down it, a towel slung around his sexy
hips.

The man was sex on legs!�

From far off she could almost feel
a smirk at her appellation.

Then she remembered again as she
stood wrapped in a towel and came to her moment of anomalous realization,
ranted internally, sat and planned, manipulated a house elf � she thought she
felt an alien sense of faint surprise there � then she was crouching on the
floor.�

The memory of the murder seemed to go on and on,� it was as if her every sense was on
high alert, she wished she could close her eyes to it but eyes weren�t really a
factor here.�

When the memory progressed to the
place where Severus apparated into the room she felt him let go of the strand
gently.. But instead of withdrawing from her mind as
she had expected, he now suddenly seemed to thrust back into the depth of her
memory, flipping backwards rapidly.� She
saw herself running the bath, then she was lying naked in bed pressed between Severus
and the Dark Lord..

he lingered there a moment observing her discomfort
and suffocation at the heat and her soft inner happiness despite it.�

The scene flicked back further and
he was kneeling over her, healing her while the Dark Lord held her gently in
his arms.� He seemed to focus in on the
moment when her scar suddenly healed. Feeling that cooling rushing flow moving through her.�

She felt him withdraw slightly and
then he pushed forward again and the scene shifted and she was looking at his
dripping naked form and it flicked again and she was on her knees between the
Dark Lord�s legs, his cock in her mouth.�

He paused momentarily apparently indecisively.�

Her head was beginning to throb uncomfortably.�

It felt like he ripped into her
suddenly and her memory �of Ginnys
cell suddenly rose to the surface and she was forced to experience the whole
episode over again.�

It was horrible.� In its way it was worse
than the murder.� She felt so much pain
and confusion and shame and desperation.��

Her head was really beginning to
thump achingly now.� It really hurt when Severus
jumped forward to the moment Lord Voldemort brought them back to her room.� He paged quickly, pausing when the Dark Lord
transfigured his appearance for the second time in a few hours.� He watched what ensued from her
perspective.�

Hermione was confused and slightly
embarrassed to be sharing this with him but he apparently had no intention of
pulling back and giving her privacy as the Dark Lord began to kiss and caress
her naked body in his transfigured form.�

She wanted to blush as she remembered her blinding pleasure and then the Dark
Lord collapsed shivering and panting into his true shape, clearly wracked by
pain.�

She could almost taste Severus disapproval of her selfishness to bring him to
this state. �

Indeed she felt ashamed now remembering it.�

She watched herself begin to kiss
and lick his chest and felt what had to be Severus mental equivalent of a facepalm.�

But the Dark Lord had said her touch soothed him! She wondered..

They watched the memory of her pleasuring the Dark Lord and somewhere.. in another universe.. she felt Severus� hand stroke down her body tenderly.�

When the Dark Lord arched and collapsed and she remembered her panic, the
memory sped up as Severus flicked through his appearance and disappearance.�

Her head was killing her.� It felt like Severus had driven two thick
long nails into her temples.�

She wasn�t sure but his hand might have brushed soothingly across her
forehead.�

She remembered herself again
sitting by the still, ashen form of the Dark Lord wanting desperately to help
him, tortured by worry and guilt at the change to his beautiful proud form that
she was to blame for.� She watched herself place her hand over his
heart and felt that cool rushing flow again.�

This time experiencing the memory
she understood somehow.� She had done
something to heal him.

Had she truly given him some of
her magic as she had wanted to so urgently in that moment?�

She cramped suddenly as the world
suddenly returned and Severus arms tightened around her, holding her to his
chest and making Shhhh shhh
sounds.� It hurt!

�What did you do?!� she choked
out. �I am sorry Hermione� he ground out �I had to know..
I should not have stayed so long in your mind..moved
through your memories so much. ..I was concerned that you might not willingly
show me those memories if I withdrew and asked you for them.�

He removed one hand from around
her body and fumbled around in the pocket of his robe.� She heard faint clinking.�

He pulled out a tiny vial of blue
liquid, uncorking it with his thumb and pressing it to her tight lips.

She glared at him through the wretched throbbing clenching ache in her head
contracting all her body toward the centre.

�Drink it!� he urged. �it will make the pain fade��

Grudgingly she parted her lips,
hoping she wouldn�t regret it.�

Severus just seemed to demonstrate over and over that she shouldn�t trust him -
yet over and over again her heart wanted to.�

He tipped the acidly lemon
flavoured trickle of liquid into her mouth and she swallowed it.

It didnt taste bad at all.�

Presently she felt the pain lift
sharply.�

Things also took on a distinct
haze of unreality.�

�...drugg� me?..� she slurred horrified through
numbing lips.

�A side effect.�
He whispered at her widening eyes.

He replaced the vial in his pocket and wrapped his arm around her.� She felt quite removed from things now.�

She could see him above her with concern in his eyes wrapping his arm around
her again and pulling her tight against his chest.�

Everything was fine.� She was warm and comfortable and nothing was wrong
in the world.� She thought she might
possibly sleep.. but when she
closed her eyes� she realised she wouldn�t.� Didn�t need to.�

She opened them again and gazed at the intricate weave of Severus� black frock
coat.

It was interesting the way the lines tangled.

Her eye wandered to the row of
tiny black buttons.�

With difficulty she dragged a
strangely dull and unresponsive hand to slap against his chest.

Oops.. hadn�t meant to do
that.� Hand isn�t working properly she
observed idly. Her numb thick feeling fingers twitched and brushed against the
buttons she had wanted to touch.

Shortly, she felt an odd dizzy
shift and realised Severus was lifting her body up.� Her head lolled and he lifted his arm to
catch it, positioning her to sit upright on his lap and adjusting her head to
lean back against his right shoulder.�

He tilted his body and raised his other arm.�
She stared interestedly at the black line of it bisecting the world,
feeling his voice vibrate against her ear through the cloth.

�Look Hermione.� Look at the flames��

Her eyes followed his arm to his
pointing hand and on till she noticed the fireplace.�

She gasped breathily in
wonder.� Tongues of purple and orange and
red and yellow and white flame danced.�

When she looked at it it was like it seemed to shift,
sometimes licking and twisting slowly like liquid, then flickering and
glittering rapidly like a shimmer.�

�s
pretty� she observed solemnly.�

�It is� he agreed seriously.�

�Shall I make it prettier, Hermione?� he asked in a voice like one might use on
a very small child.

�How?� she wondered aloud. �yesss..� she said, her fingers twitching
again as she tried ineffectually to lift her arm toward the flames.

He chuckled softly. �Watch the
pretty flames, Hermione and I�ll show you.��

He drew his wand again from his
left pocket, pointing it at the fireplace.�
He murmured and she watched delighted as the flames shifted and became
liquidlike.� A large ball of flame
hovered like the sun radiating flames outward. It split into two smaller
spheres and then four that circled as if being juggled invisibly.��

One of the balls became a hand and
appeared to catch and toss the other balls which sharpened into stars with
points of shivery purple flame tongues.�

Hermione stared, enraptured.

Severus eyes flickered across her face and then back to the fire.�

The balls and hand melted together
and� rolled, the
mass undulating in golden orange light. �Suddenly
a very lifelike cat of orange and white fire stood and arched its back, turning
in a circle, appearing to fixate at them both with slitted red glittering eyes,
its orange and white tail flicking back and forth before curling up into a ball
within the hearth.�

Hermione giggled at the sight. Crookshanks..� the Dark Lord...� Cats didnt sleep in the fire.

�Just for you, my sweet Hermione�
rumbled Severus into her ear.�

He whispered and the cat fell
apart into flames and then they melted into the indistinct shapes of a woman in
a ball-gown dancing with a male figure in circles around and around the
fireplace.� They were the most intricate
illusion yet.. the figures
moving so realistically, like tiny people

�You were so beautiful that night.� Severus whispered and sounded pained. �I
wanted..desperately..
to dance with you� he breathed into her ear. �

�I love you, profess..ess...sss�
she trailed off, seeming to lose her trail of thought in the fascinating
feeling of the silibant S sound, startled when she
felt his arms clutch her tightly, his cheeks wet. �

�Hermione..�
he moaned softly, sounding so sad �Don�t
leave me�. His voice dropping into choked breathlessness. �

She watched the little people
dance and then they stopped and the male dancer held the female close and
kissed her passionately.�

Her heart gave a faint twitch almost like pain, that
faded away immediately.� Severus stroked
her hair as if she were something fragile.�
The couple became ragged at the edges and then collapsed into flames
again.� The fireplace returned to normal.
�

She watched the flames peacefully
while Severus gripped her tightly, his head resting against hers.�

After some time a crack sounded. �Severus?�
the Dark Lord�s voice called impatiently.

�Here, my lord.� Severus responded
softly.�

There were brisk steps and then the
Dark Lord stood by the chair, his posture aggressive.� Looking down at them both and taking in her
state, the sharp angle of his shoulders shifted slightly in surprise.�

She gazed up at him serenely.� His face was even more interesting to watch
than the flames.� Bright and white and
smooth and delicate boned.

His red eyes were so glittery and strange with their black vertical slits.�

She wanted to lick them. �

He drew back startled, confusion
all over his face and raised his perfect hairless brow, his eyes sliding to Severus
who seemed quite amused.�

�I looked at her memories, My Lord.� I was a little..overeager.� I gave her some reddock
juice for the pain..

she is currently...� he snorted �feeling no pain.. as they say� �

The Dark Lords lips quirked.. �Yes.. i noticed.�
Apparently she would like to lick my eyeballs.�

She felt Severus laughing beneath
her.

�Leave her,
I would talk with you, my servant��

Severus appeared reluctant and
didn�t move.

�Oh for ..�
the Dark Lord was impatient.� He abruptly
reached forward and plucked her from Severus, lifting her carefully in his arms
and carrying her to the other chair.� He
placed her down gently to lie in it with her legs resting over the arm,
grumbling under his breath and then whispered something, moving his hand in a
strange pattern.�

A small emerald green snake materialised coiled around his fingers.�

He inspected it and stroked its diamond shaped head with a fingertip.� Its eyes became glittering red.�

He dropped it to Hermione�s lap
and turned, striding across the room to the body on the floor.

Severus had risen now and followed
him with a faint concerned backward glance at her.

�Oh stop, you sap.� The Dark Lord
grumbled. �Do you think I would hurt her?!��

Severus gave him a slow even look.

�Well I have no intention of
hurting her at this moment. �Satisfied? �Good.�
Come and see this.�

The Dark Lord turned and crouched next to the body.�

Hermione shifted her attention to
the small green creature coiling silently upon her abdomen.�

She had never had a phobia of snakes.�
She hadn�t really seen that many before except in the zoo.

She had a vague feeling she should �be..something.. other than entirely
entranced right now.�

It was a lovely little thing.�

Each shining green scale seemed to twinkle in the firelight.�

She fought with her heavy
ponderous limbs to lift her hand.� She
didn�t want to hurt the small creature.

She shifted her hand jerkily four or five inches until it lay over a coil of
the snake, wishing her fingers weren�t so deadened so that she could feel the
smooth cool texture of its body.�

Concentrating and felt a tiny
faint trickle of cold within her.� What
had she been doing again?� Her finger
twitched.�

�-with this� the Dark Lords voice floated over to her. He was holding the
broken glass that had rolled under the bed earlier. �the
cut shows no hesitation slips, no nervous jag..�

Severus was crouched low, looking at Ginny�s neck.

�I watched the memory, my Lord.� Her mind was ...quite strange.� She felt some measure of..regret..
in a cold distant manner but did not falter a second
in carrying out what she had planned to do if she found Ginevra had betrayed
her.�

She was most concerned about being caught and stopped by you before she could
do it.�

I am not sure but I believe that if she had been certain she would be
undisturbed, she may possibly have taken her time with the act.� �

Hermione agreed placidly with his
judgement and turned her attention back to the snake.�

It was moving.� Its
body uncoiling and slithering up her chest, raising its head and wavering
before her.�

It rose up, balancing itself on the long muscle of its body, tiny red slitted
eyes fixated her as its head moved hypnotically and a little pink forked tongue
darted out to taste the air.�

She wanted to stroke it.�

It ventured forward slowly and butted its pointed nose lightly against her
cheek.� She blinked at it slowly. �

It was like a little dark lord
with its eyes.� �But it shouldn�t be green.� It should be white.�

She felt a stronger trickle of
cold slip down her spine and the green colour melted off the snake, dripping
down its body as if washed off under a stream of water.�

The snake appeared to twist and
inspect itself, turning back to her and moving close to her face again, its
tongue darting out and tickling over the skin of her chin momentarily.�

Now it looked like the Dark Lord.�

Its red glinting eyes mustered her from its white head.�

Oh but she really really wished she could pet it now.�

�happening
too quickly, Severus� the Dark Lord was saying.�
She focused on her arm struggling to force it to obey her.�

It was so heavy and dull.�

�My Lord!!� she saw Severus
looking at her alarmed. �He looked quite
amusing like that.

The Dark Lord stalked over to her hurriedly and tore the snake off her,
inspecting it.�

Now there were two dark lords blinking at each other
with glinty red eyes.�
She wanted to clap at the sight.�

The Dark Lord glared down at her
suspiciously.�

�..So you can do more than merely heal,
my pet. What am I to do with you?!�

�kiss me�
she slurred �fixed th snake.�

He dropped to kneel by her chair,
his eyes suddenly strangely feverish.�
�So you did, sweet girl.� Show
me!� Make it black�

she
thought the snake was wonderful white.�
It wouldn�t want to be black. It looked like the Dark Lord like
this.�

She looked at the small snake watching her, coiled around the Dark Lord�s pale
hand.� It didn�t need fixing.�

She looked back to the Dark Lord.� He needed fixing.� He wasn�t happy.

She thought he looked good this way, like the snake, he was so much more
interesting to look at this way.�

But she knew he wanted...

She concentrated hard through the fuzz in her mind and
pulled at..something.. she
had no words for it..but a big coldness rushed through
her and she watched with interest as the Dark Lords face changed.

Where he had a flattened expanse with small angled slits the flesh rose up and
formed itself into his beautiful roman nose.�
Black hair sprouted at his brows and all over his head and lengthened
rapidly.�

It was just like grass, she mused
dreamily.� Watching the
grass grow.�

The Dark Lord became aware of the
changes in his field of vision and jerked back from her, falling in disarray
onto his buttocks, the snake-free hand flying to his face, moving over his
skin.�

His face contorted in extreme shock and then he discovered his hair.

�Aaugh!�
he cried and it was equal parts shock and joy.�

He dropped the snake, tore his
wand out and pointed at the bricks of the fireplace �spiegelum�
he hissed and sat and stared, dumbfounded.�

He looked..almost
exactly..like his Tom Riddle form except blinding
marble white with ruby red slitted eyes.�

It gave him an appearance more like a fallen angel.�

Regal. Ethereally beautiful but dark
and otherworldly.�

He turned to Severus who had
rushed to crouch next to him at his cry and looked almost as confused, shocked
and emotional as himself.

The Dark Lord opened his mouth and said nothing, gaping almost helplessly�

She giggled and their faces flew
to her in synchrony, matching one another in fear and awe.�

�Happy now?
She burbled.� I liked your other face
more though�

�NOOO!!!� the Dark Lord screamed �STUPIFY!!�
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