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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
- 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
- 51-Ch 51
- 52-Ch 52
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- 57-Ch 57
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- 60-Ch 60
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- 64-Ch 64
- 65-Ch 65
- 66-Ch 67
- 67-Ch 67
- 68-Ch 68
- 69-Ch 69
- 70-Ch 70
- 71-Ch 71
- 72-Ch 72
- 73-Ch 73
- 74-Ch 74
- 75-Ch 75
- 76-Chapter 76
- 77-Ch 77
- 78-Ch 78
- 79-Ch 79
- 80-Ch 80
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Hermione rolled away from the sunlight streaming down onto
her pillow and pulled the blankets over her head.�

Ugh.. she remembered the irritating way her mother
would bustle into her room on Saturday mornings at an ungodly hour and tear open
the curtains with a �rise and shine sleepyhead, you�re wasting the day� or
something to that effect.�

She had always felt particularly peeved off because it was almost invariably
the holidays and she had nothing pressing to do and sleeping in was what
Saturdays were for, for merlin�s sake.�

But she wasn�t at home and she hadn�t the foggiest notion
what day it was and why were the bloody curtains open?!�

Her head felt slightly fuzzy and when she tried to think about
last night she only remembered vague highlights.�

Oh god.� Lord
Voldemort had yelled at her and Severus had cuddled her and something happened.. she had the faint feeling
something had happened to the fireplace.�

She peeked out of the blankets, scrunching her eyes up at
the fireplace.� Still
there.��

But the fireplace dimmed in importance now because Lucius
Malfoy sat in her chair by the fire in elegant pale blue and midnight robes,
his hands resting on the silver snake head of his cane stood between his legs-
and he was leaning forward now and watching her with interest.

She jerked as adrenalin flooded her sleep addled mind.��

FUCK!!� What was he doing in her room?!�

God.. did
the Dark Lord know he was here?!�

The indistinct memory returned that the Dark Lord was a bit
ticked off with her right now.� He had
been yelling!�

Surely at least Severus wouldn�t let him..�

But this too fell away as she knew quite well that Severus, whether he was
overjoyed about it or not, would do whatever
the Dark Lord wanted him to, even and including leaving her in a room with Lucius Malfoy, who he also in the past hadn�t seemed to
regard as that much of a threat.��

�Ah miss Granger, you�ve risen I
see.� I�m so glad!� I had hoped the
light might gently nudge you into wakefulness, I was
getting impatient with waiting.� It was
going to be an aquamenti next.�� He smiled disarmingly.�

She became aware of another unpleasant fact in her
world.� Whoever put her to bed had
removed her bra and thong.�

She blushed.� �Lord Malfoy.�
She acknowledged as politely as she could manage. � I
wasn�t aware you would be visiting me this morning or I would have risen
earlier.��

come on come on she thought.. what
can I say to make him go away or at least leave the room while I dress.

�Do you think you might return in perhaps ten minutes, sir,
so that i might get up and dress appropriately?��

�Oh I don�t believe so, miss Granger�

he smiled broadly, exposing his teeth wolfishly.� �But I would be pleased to assist you in
whatever manner you might require.�

Now she began to get quite worried. He was not going to
leave no matter what she said.� She could
tell.�

She didn�t want to yell or curse because she knew this man had another side and
she preferred the overly genteel Lucius that was
currently referring to her as Miss Granger rather than the sadist who would
enjoy raping and torturing the mudblood.

�It�s quite alright lord Malfoy.� She ground out �I don�t
require any assistance dressing.�

She wrenched the sheet out from under the covers and wrapped
it around herself.�

�I�ll be right back�

She climbed gingerly out of the bed,
her legs visible to mid thigh for a few seconds before the sheet fully escaped
the bed and fell in folds around her.� Lucius� eyes glinted, crawling over her body.� He seemed on the brink of standing.�

Hermione didn�t think it wise to remain where she was for
much longer.� She turned and quickly
strode to the wardrobe.

�It was unfortunate that I could not meet you the other day
Lord Malfoy, I apologise for any disruption it may have caused you. The Dark
Lord disciplined me and I was indisposed for ..a
while.�

I wanted to ask when i saw you,� How is Draco, Sir?��

Lucius seemed to cool again
somewhat at the mention of the Dark Lord�s name.� �Draco is quite well, Miss Granger.� He is eager to see you again.� When he learned you were currently residing
in the Dark Lord�s chambers, he was surprised and hopeful that you both might
have the chance to ..catch up.. at
some point. ...He sends you his..fond wishes.�

She wondered just what those wishes might be.� Probably not for a lovely
day and a puppy at Christmas.

�Really?� I�m pleased to hear it.� Please do give him my regards� she said
absently while taking out a pale blue and cream set of robes.� It might perhaps mollify Lucius
somewhat if she chose robes to compliment his.�
He was the kind of person who placed worth upon things like that.�

That or it might encourage him.� Not
good.�

She put the robes back and took out a set in pale green and silver. The Dark
Lord might like these.� She hoped.

She selected underwear and hid them inside the robes behind
the wardrobe door.� Tucking the sheet
slightly more tightly around her breasts she closed the wardrobe door and
nearly walked into Lucius.�

�OH!� she gasped, leaping back slightly in fright. �That is
the second time you have jumped out at me like that Lord Malfoy!�

He stepped closer, disdain and amusement plain on his elegant features.�

�Why don�t you call me, Lucius, Miss Granger� he offered, his eyes steely.�
�After all.. we are on
friendly terms now, are we not?�

He stepped closer still and she took a step back, knowing that in a few paces
she would hit the bed and there was no way out of the room.

�Thank you, Lucius� she said, her voice just a touch higher now as she
tried not to panic.�

If she had a wand and a dark mark she could call for help.� Probably.� Lord Voldemort might ignore her right
now.�

Why was he so angry with her?� She needed
to try to remember.� It was important.

�Um.. If I could trouble you to
move slightly, L-Lucius, I need to get to the
bathroom and dress.�

He sneered.� �Oh I
don�t think so, mudblood.� You don�t need to do anything at all except
what I give you and I certainly don�t remember giving you permission to
dress.��

He snatched the robes out of her hands and thrust them haphazardly back into
the wardrobe.� The underwear she had
selected fell out onto the floor.

She started to shake like a leaf.� Oh god
oh god.. someone help me.. she remembered suddenly � the elf.�

�Dilly?� she tried.�

No elf appeared.�

Lucius eyes glinted at her and he
bent to pick up her lingerie.� �I believe
you�ve lost your elf privileges, Mudblood.�
Something about luring hapless children to your lair
to slit their throats?�

He sneered again, his grey eyes excited. �No one is coming for you. We finally
have the chance to get to know one another properly�

Her fear tipped over the precipice and fell into true
terror.� �Please..
please dont hurt me.� She
stammered.�

He inspected the underwear in his hand.� It was a rather brief silver and black set in
lace.�

�Oh.. Miss Granger.. I do believe I will allow
you to dress after all.� He said while running his fingers over the
underwear.� �Put them on!��

She didn�t move.�

He couldn�t really expect..

of course he could, she corrected herself tiredly.

She remembered the Dark Lord mentioned this man �peeling the
flesh from her bones� happily.�

Reluctantly she took the underwear Lucius
politely proffered.�

�I will even..look away.. Miss
Granger.� Will that make you comfortable?� he asked nastily.�

�Yes please� she said miserably.�

�Please..what, mudblood?� he
responded quickly.

�Please..Lord Malfoy?� she tried

�Try again� he snarled.�

�Please ..Lucius?�

�Much better, Hermione�� he responded mollified. There was a
hint of �good dog!� in his voice.�

He turned away, folding his arms.� �Hurry
up now, Mudblood or I�ll change my mind about allowing you clothing.��

She slipped into the underwear as quickly as she could.� It was rather fine, nearly translucent, black
lace with tiny silver ribbons threaded through the edges meeting in little bows
at the straps of the bra and the waistband of the panties. It hid..nothing.

At least I didn�t pick a thong today
she thought morbidly as she wrapped the sheet back around herself self
consciously.�

Lucius turned and his eyes
darkened angrily.� �I didn�t give you
permission to wear this� he hissed
and tore the sheet away.��

She stumbled and recovered, folding her arms in front of her
and blushing, trying not to cry.�

Its just my pride, she said to herself.� Remus said.. when
it comes to a choice between pride and skin, pick skin.��

Lucius was admiring her
thoughtfully.�

Unexpectedly his hand shot out and he grabbed a large
handful of her long flowing hair, tearing her forward and shoving her toward
the open space in the centre of the room.

She almost fell and steadied herself with her hands before wrapping them around
herself again, looking away from him.�

�Not bad..� he muttered looking her
up and down. �Turn on the spot for me, Mudblood, and take your arms away, you
look ridiculous like that�

She hung her head slightly, the first burning tear squeezing
itself from the corner of her eye and lowered her arms.�

She shuffled� in
a circle, showing herself to Lucius.�

�Please..don�t
do this..� she whispered.

�Do what?� he asked innocently �we haven�t even started yet,
Hermione.�

He drew his wand and conjured silver manacles at her wrists,
ankles and neck.� If she thought she had
been panicking before she had been wrong.�
This was the beginning of true
panic.� She turned and ran for the door,
wrenching at the handle and banging on it when it refused to open.�

�LORD VOLDEMORT!!!, SEVERUS!!!� PLEASE!!�
SOMEONE HELP ME!�

In a shot Lucius was on her, his
hands in her hair and on her small bicep tearing her off the door and casting
her back into the middle of the room.�
She skidded on her hands and knees across the floor and ended up
sprawled on her hip, looking back up at him fearfully�

�INSOLENT MUDBLOOD!!� You think that the Dark Lord would protect
something like..you?!�

His face twisted into an ugly incredulous sneer.�

�You are filth.� You are not worthy of His attention.� You will learn to obey.� I will teach you your place in this
world.��

He pointed his wand at her splayed terrified form and her
arms were wrenched upwards. She felt herself lifted until she dangled, her toes
barely touching the floor, scraping frantically trying to get purchase so she
could take some of the weight off her wrists.�

Her arms hung vertically and peering upwards, she flexed and wound her hands
trying to get loose but there was absolutely no feeling of give or movement in
the silvery manacles that disappeared into the high ceiling. She had the
feeling that they were, visually, only decorative, she was being held by
seamless bindings on her wrists in this position in space.� Perhaps a kind of fixed
levitation charm or something.��

Lucius was standing watching her
struggling form.�

�I think you know what comes next mudblood� he
smirked.� Rodolphus
told me all about his wonderful time
with you.� He paused significantly.� �eventually..anyway.� He was a little reluctant at first.� I had to tease
the information out of him a little when I got him out of his box.��

He stepped close to her and she kicked wildly at him,
furious.� �What did you do to him?!� She
had caused Rodolphus so much pain for so little.� It was horrible!�

Lucius stepped out of range,
frowning. �My my,� you
really have no idea how to behave, do you, you harpy.� I will have to break you, I see, before we
can conduct any sort of civil discourse on your role in the world��

He flicked his wand and her ankles were now loosely restrained.� She could move them perhaps twenty
centimetres in any direction with effort.��

He stepped forward again and reached out, groping her breast
and crushing it viciously in his hand.

�Good.�
Now that I have your attention you unclean little trollop, we are
going to play a game.� I think you know
this game!� It sounded so much fun that I
thought you might like to play it with me.��

Hermione swallowed, a leaden weight settling in her stomach.� No!�
No! She didn�t want to play this game.�
Not at all and certainly not with Lucius.�

Her mind reminded her unhelpfully.� No one is coming to save you.�

She wondered if that were entirely true.�
Perhaps no one had realised she needed help.�

Perhaps the Dark Lord or Severus would come by at some point naturally.� She had no way of knowing.�

�I believe you already know how this game ends mudblood so lets
begin...� Pleasure or Pain?� he watched
her calculatingly.�

Hermione shivered.� Oh
god.. oh fuck.. what kind of a choice is that?!� Give my bloody virginity to Lucius sodding Malfoy� immediately.. like
this.. after
which he may or may not choose to torture me a little for kicks -� or choose to have the man torture me until I give him my bloody
virginity.�

She thought suddenly. �the Dark Lord might come.� Someone might save me.� He can�t have me.� I won�t give myself to him.� He�ll have to force me if he wants it.� I�ll never ever choose to give myself to
him�.�

�...pain� she whispered miserably.�

Lucius clapped his hands together
in delight, joy positively dancing in
his eyes.�

�You know.. I SO hoped you might say that, mudblood.� We are going to have such fun together�

She closed her eyes and actually prayed for the first time
in years.� Please god..
or anyone listening really.. please
send someone to save me.� Please.� I�ll be good.�
Or bad.�
Or whatever you want.� Just save
me from him!�

She opened her eyes again.� No miraculous
lightning bolts descended to cleanse the world of Lucius
Malfoy.�

Instead, he was now holding two objects.�
One was a long slender rattan cane, the other a leather flogger with
thin braided thongs.

�Choose, Mudblood.�
Which one will you taste?�

She swallowed.� It
actually almost didn�t matter really.�
She had no idea which would be worse.

She remembered the inflagrare hex on the flogger that
Rodolphus had used.

�Are they cursed?� she asked weakly.�

�Oh mudblood, you ruined the surprise!� Lucius
chided her �The cane is imbued with a Keritis hex � keri from the greek,
you understand.� The Flogger I charmed
with the Inflagrare hex you observed already.�

I thought perhaps you might like to gain deeper insight into its effects��

Hermione recognised Keri, in greek �pin� and imagined the probable effects of that
one.� She had seen how horrible the burning curse was.�

�The cane� she breathed.�

Lucius smiled in pleased
anticipation. �A good choice, Hermione.� I do enjoy
using a cane on a woman. I have been looking forward to using one on you for
quite some time now��

He strolled around her slowly, stroking his hand over her skin as he
passed.�

She shivered.� How
long had he been here?� Someone must come
soon, surely.�

�Ready yourself Mudblood� Lucius
intoned ominously.� She heard a faint
whistle and then it felt like someone had pressed a burning poker against the
flesh of her upper thighs.� She shrieked
and jerked, struggling at the bindings, her whole body in revolt.�

The pain didn�t stop but seemed to grow and burn deeper into her.�

�Oh.. pardon
my error, Hermione.� I suppose the flogger must have had the Keritis hex then.�
One confuses things like that easily at my age.�

She felt him come closer and his warm fingers touched her hips.. He stroked the skin over her panties.�

�I think we might remove these after all, Hm?� I wouldn�t like to see them damaged.� They are venetian
lace, as I very much doubt you even realised.�
They are worth infinitely more than your unclean little body�

His fingers teased the silver ribbon bows and untied the
panties, snatching them away from her body.�
She thought she heard him sniff.�

Turning her head quickly, out of the corner of her eye she saw him slipping the
tiny panties into the pocket of his robe.�

He reached for her again..sliding
his hand over her skin on her lower abdomen.��

Craning her neck she saw him pull a face and he drew back.� He hesitated and then moved back to her,
quickly unfastening the back of her bra and yanking the ribbons in the front
releasing the straps, pulling the bra off her and tossing it aside.

Then he drew his wand and scourgified his hands.�

She had never felt as ashamed as she did in that second,
watching Lucius Malfoy pull out and slip on thin
black leather gloves.�

The word had bothered her a little in the beginning:
Mudblood, when Malfoy the younger or his little gang had thrown it at her in
the halls.� Over time it had lost its
punch and become just another word.�

When Rodolphus had used it on her..it had felt like nothing really.. hearing
Lord Voldemort say it.. it was.. well.� expected, somehow.. it didnt really bother her and
when professor Snape had used it it was positively sexy in some delicious, but obviously
sick and twisted, way.�

Lucius Malfoy was the only one to
ever make her feel like she was..dirty.�

Like something disgusting one wouldn�t want to touch.� Infectious.� Unseemly.� A mudblood.� Dirty blood. Untouchable.�

She felt his hand on her again, his gloved hand. Touching her waist, brushing up her
side to her underarm.�

The leather was cool and unnatural.�

�That�s better, isn�t it.� Now I can show you my affection without
getting all muddy.�

She bit back tears.�

His hand dropped to the searing line stretching across her thighs.�

�Stripes suit you, mudblood. Shall we give you an entire
outfit?��

He stepped back and did not warn her this time. She heard
the whistle and there was no time to brace herself when the cane landed on the
bare cheeks of her ass.� She screamed in
pain and struggled, but it was already coming down again..
and again

and again.

Over and over with hardly a breath between the blows.�

Tears flowed freely now and she struggled and screamed until she thought her
lungs would burst.�

Lucius had laid lines of molten
lava across her thighs and ass and she felt him beginning on her back.� it was even
worse.� She tried to shriek but as he
beat and burned his way up her back it felt like she couldn�t force the air
into her lungs anymore.� She screamed
silently, writhing and she wasn�t even under silencio.� It was just.. too much.�

After her entire back half from knee to nape was in flames
he stopped and nothing happened for a while except the pulsing of her burns and
the slight sensation of something dripping down her skin.�

She wondered if it was blood or fluid from popped blisters.�

Lucius wandered into her now
slightly foggy field of vision again.�
Her head was lolling forward onto her chest and she tried to lift it and
keep her eyes on him.�

�I knew we would have fun together, Hermione� he said
quietly with satisfaction.

�Time for another choice I think.� Beg me
to have you now..or perhaps..�

He reached into the pocket of his robes and withdrew a silver dagger with an
ornately bejewelled hilt and a wickedly curved blade.� �-We could play a little together with this?�

Her eyes widened. She really didnt
want any more pain.�

It seemed no one was coming after all.�

She should just give up.

She wondered if giving up now would mean he had �broken�
her.�

She felt like she was lying in a pool of acid.� Why wouldnt it
stop?!

Lucius had stepped close and she
could smell his cologne. It smelled smoky and somewhat pleasant.� It was probably indecently expensive and made
of endangered species.�

His gloved hand gripped her by the jaw and shook her slightly.� �Wake up Mudblood.� Merlin, you are weak aren�t you, I thought you would last longer than this!� He pushed her face unkindly and
stroked his hand down to slap her breast.�

The heavy globe wobbled and it hurt.�

�stop hurting me� she thought.�

He smiled and slapped her breasts some more, watching their jiggling with
enjoyment.

�What is it to be?� he looked up at her again, now gripping
her at her ribs on each side, his fingertips just touching her burns, and
sliding his gloved hands down her body.

The fingers of his right hand slipped down and stroked the hair of her pussy
gently.�

�Do you want me to fuck you, little mudslut?� You are not at all deserving of such an honour .. you know that.�

He looked down his nose at her.�

�NO!� she yelled with a harsh cracked voice. Struggling anew
against the manacles and trying to pull her body away from his hand �NO!!� Dont touch me!�

Lucius smiled a cruel little
smile. �There now.. that
wasn�t so difficult, was it?� The dagger
it is.�

He unsheathed the small dagger and waved it in front of her face, showing it to
her.

�It is a rather rare piece in my collection.� You are lucky indeed that I am willing to use
it on you. It is an antique, priceless.�
It belonged to a Transylvanian witch whose name you might recognise, if
you are as glutted with facts as Draco says you are.�� Ecsedi B�thory Erzs�bet.

Hermione�s stomach did a slow flip and she grimaced.

�Oh I see you do know of her� Lucius
said pleased.� �In
which case I can spare you the vivid description of her predilections for
torture and murder.� This knife is.. in a certain sense.. entirely useless.�

He paused, looking into her trembling sweating face.

�God.. you
are so revolting, Hermione.. If you would try to control yourself a small
measure..�

He reached with a gloved finger and gingerly smeared a droplet that was
crawling down the side of her face from her hairline.

She flinched away from his hand and he smiled in satisfaction at her
reaction.�

�As I was saying.. as a knife, this object is useless.� It is imbued with a healing spell.� Whatever it cuts is healed almost
immediately.� It is simply a..toy.. that the countess enjoyed
playing with.��

To illustrate his point he sliced the knife swiftly down her
chest and across her right breast.� She
screamed hoarsely.�

Blood dripped down her skin warm and wet and then she felt the cut seal itself
again.�

She looked down at herself, craning her head and found her skin unblemished.

Only the strange line of blood and dripped trails showing
where the cut had been.�

�So you see.. we
can enjoy your pain for a very very long time,
Hermione�

She moaned in horror, sobbing, despairing.� No one
is coming to save me.�

�Please! � she croaked.�� Please Lucius.� Don�t hurt me!��

Lucius laughed, clearly delighted.�
�Oh mudblood.. your
begging is like music. Please continue.�
Tell me what you�ll give me, what you�ll do for me.��

�Don�t you see.. the thing I
want most from you is your
suffering.� What could you offer me that
could possibly be more appealing than
the glorious sound of your screams while my blade opens you up?�

�If you beg.. perhaps
I�ll let you have the comfort of the hex i created
for you - Sinestima letochi.�

But not yet, i think.��

No.. you and I have all day,
mudblood.� There is still plenty of time
for me to learn the sounds you make in the extremes of pleasure � I am not yet
sated with your agony.��

It felt like a vast dark cavern had opened up inside her
heart.� �this is
like what the priests talked about when i was a
child� she thought suddenly, out of the blue.�
�hell. Pain without hope.��

She had stopped listening to any of the religious figures in
her parents� lives when she�d asked a priest one day if god gave people special
blessings sometimes, such as making Marie Bonnet�s hair turn green in the
playground if she called her a name.�

The priest had very curtly explained that God didn�t do things like that, only
the devil gave people those kind of �wishes� and people who served the devil
and could do things like that were bad � were witches.�

God and the church wouldn�t suffer them to live.�

He went on to tell her that it was very bad of her to hope god would make
Marie�s hair turn green.� She should say
one Hail Mary and one our father and pray to god to forgive her.��

She had been very afraid for a long time and had refused to
go back to church, thinking that god or the priests might kill her because they
found out about Marie bonnets hair.�

When she was told that she actually was a witch, it came as no surprise but it took her a while to
understand the real meaning of the word.�
Always in the back of her mind there was the old bald fat priest and the
devil.�

She didn�t believe in any of that.� Well.. she knew there were demons now.� But she didnt worship anything.�

..except the Dark Lord maybe� her mind tossed in
unhelpfully.��

She was brought rapidly back to the here and now by the
efficient, practiced movement of Lucius� knife
through her flesh, sliding down between her breasts and over her abdomen,
trailing off at her thigh.

She gasped and moaned in pain.�

The warm drips skated down her skin and the cut sealed.�

He smiled and now it seemed he had the ambition to coat the
entire front of her body in blood because he started low on the skin just above
her pubic bone drawing slices across her body one after another, mere
centimetres apart, his hand barely wavering when she
struggled and bucked in torment.�

He raised his left hand and gripped her hip hard, holding her in place,
continuing to slice her skin into thin strips.�

She cried and begged pitifully, half articulated pleas and
exhortations spilling from her lips.

Lucius ignored them entirely, fully absorbed in what
he was doing.� He had reached just below
the swell of her breasts now and slid the knife beneath them, cutting upward as
if he meant to slice her breasts off.�

Instead of continuing up he sawed along the same line several times while she
shrieked, twisting and wrenching her body.�

�Do you know Hermione.. I feel we
have reached the stage where i might share some of my
intimate thoughts with you, he said in a dreamy voice.�

He stopped sawing at the seam of her breasts and continued
upward again, striping them in even more closely spaced lines.

�Right now, you remind me of a witch I once had.� She was the only other person I have ever
honoured with this blade.�

She was a pureblood and I felt, for that reason, she merited some small sign of
respect.� A knife to respect her blood..�

�you see the irony, of course.��

Hermione was trying to stay perfectly still, wincing only at
the progress of his hand.� He had reached
her nipples and she was very, very, afraid that he might decide to cut them off
if she did anything at all to
distract him, interrupt him, irritate him.

�We played together, just with this knife, for hours.�
I almost grew bored of her blood.�
But it turned out she had one last wonder to share with me.��

�I teased her with my fingers until she was responsive and
then I fucked her with the knife until she came.�

It was one of the loveliest things I have ever seen.��

Hermione fought suddenly not to be sick.� She felt her stomach turning and threatening
urgently to rise.�

Lucius was easing the knife just over her nipple and
she felt his gloved fingers suddenly take it, pinching the very tip of her
nipple and pulling it out from her body.�

He positioned the knife over it with an expression of extreme fascination and
she knew he was going to do it.�

He would cut her nipple off on a whim.�

It was too much for her mind to handle.�

He was going to destroy her body.�

This wouldn�t heal back.� She would be
forever scarred.�

When anyone saw her-

..when the Dark Lord saw her..

-they would know she was a filthy worthless mudblood and that Lucius had taken her.��

No one was coming to save her.�

The Dark Lord was not
coming to save her!�

Her mind seemed to fall suddenly into red and black
tangles.� She could not think anymore.��

She felt a massive tearing deep inside her and it seemed like coldness was
pouring out like water from a burst dam.�

�NO!!!!!!� she screamed and the knife flew out of Lucius� hand, clattering away into the corner of the room.

He looked confused and dumbfounded, swinging around rapidly
as if expecting to find someone else in the room.�

She flexed and
dropped lightly to the floor, her arms released.�

Lucius was still facing away from her scanning the
room suspiciously.��

She reached out her hand at the height of his chest and made
a motion as if she was gripping his heart.�

She then squeezed her fingers
together and Lucius dropped to his knees as if
felled, falling forward onto one hand, the other clutching at his chest
spasmodically. �He wheezed breathlessly.

�She kicked lightly at
her feet, feeling them still fettered, tightened that cold flow inside her and
felt the tension dissipate in them.� Her
back still burned and prickled whenever she moved and she focused on the
feeling and willed it away.�

It stopped.�

She reached a hand absently behind her and slid it over her smooth unblemished
skin.� A smile rose on her lips.

No one would know what he did.�

And now.. she
would repay him for daring to hurt her.��

She stepped around Lucius� ailing
body on the floor and struggled to concentrate.�

The blond wizard abruptly flipped hard onto his back and
stretched, unnaturally, his limbs pulling away in four directions to the point
of pain.� His eyes were clenched and his
face wracked.� He could only wheeze a
faint wailing response.�

She retrieved his wand from his pocket and vanished his
clothing, inspecting his body coldly.�

His body, while trim, was nowhere near as toned or muscled as Severus, Rodolphus or the Dark Lord.�

Perhaps it was the indulgent luxurious lifestyle Lucius
had been accustomed to since birth.�

His cock was smaller too.�

Not small.. by any means.. but smaller.�

She considered the irony for a moment that if she had given
her virginity to Lucius, it would possibly have hurt
less than the Dark Lord.�

She knew he�d hate that.��

She used his wand to accio the
knife. It seemed to thrum in her hand in a strange appealing manner.�

Lucius had opened his eyes now and
was looking up at her in horror.�

�What are you do-.. How
did you do that?� he stammered.�

It sounded wonderful in his arrogant voice, its veneer of superiority not quite
entirely lost yet.��

She didnt bother responding.� She just knelt and slid the knife down the
side of his ribs deeply, seeing the bone flash at her briefly and a lot of
blood spatter out onto the floor while he croaked in pain before the cut slowly
healed.�

�You are right� she whispered. �This is a wonderful knife.� I think I�ll keep it.��

She amused herself for a while by cutting him deeply in
various places across his body and viewing the contents of the cuts.� Out of curiosity she crawled around him to
his head and cut his ponytail off, wondering if it would grow back.� It did not.

Fury flashed in his eyes and he clearly wanted to say
something, curse her, scream at her.. but he restrained himself.�

She looked at the ponytail in her hand, his pale silky
blonde hair and tickled his nose with it.�

He raged and struggled and cut her to pieces with his
eyes.� It was wonderful.� She could suddenly understand why he liked to hurt others.� It was unbelievably freeing.�

She wondered what would happen if she cut his eyelids off..
or his tongue?.. but a better
idea occurred to her.�

She stood and walked around his body to kneel by his
hips.� His eyes widened and now he was afraid.�

Now he was absolutely terrified.�

His head craned up to watch her every move.�

With his shoulder length hair like this he looked a bit like
an older Draco.� It..suited
him.. somewhat.�
She had done him a favour.�

She slid her eyes down his body to
his cock, which astoundingly enough was now hanging at half mast.�

Was he turned on by
this?!� The thought
that she might any second castrate him?�
How sick was the man?!�

She reached up lazily and dragged the knife down his sternum
and deeply across his abdomen, cutting through muscle almost to the interior of
his abdominal cavity.� He yowled
pitifully, throwing his head back, cracking against the flagstones. What a nice
sound that was.� She wanted him to do it
again so she repeated the action, but this time only received a shuddering
whimper.�

She scowled and pressed the knife to the base of his semi
hard cock, slicing lightly.� Blood
sprayed upwards for a second before it sealed and she watched his cock harden
fully.�

Yes.� It appeared he
was quite excited by the thought of her castrating him.�

God!!. She
thought exasperatedly.� Well that just
took the fun out of it.�

...oh.. she suddenly realised.� That
was what he meant when he said he preferred her suffering.� Oh...�

�This toy is only fun when you don�t want it� she said
softly, laying it down at the side.�

�No.. Don�t stop..�
Lucius whined �a little more..� just a little
more..� his face showed needy hunger.��

�It�s not permanent enough� she growled. �You are enjoying
it too much�

He groaned and his head fell back lightly against the
ground.� His cock twitched.�

�Merlin, witch, I need you..� Don�t leave me like this�

She raised his wand so that he could see it and cast a
lumos, brightening it till it was incandescent and white..

Then she proceeded to burn the word �filth� across Lucius�
chest.� He yelled and whimpered and
moaned until she was finished, then lifted his head and tried to read what she
had written.�

When he realised what it said he groaned and bucked his hips.�

�I am not going to touch you.� Don�t even bother� she hissed at him angrily.

He whined and turned his head to look at her piteously.� �But why?!!.. I would
have touched you.� I would have allowed you to climax when we
had finished our game..��

She glared at him. �I
didn�t want to play Lucius.�

He seemed to abandon reasoning for begging again.� �PLEASE
HERMIONE.� Mudblood!� Queen!�
PLEASE..touch me�

She stared at him, thoroughly irritated. �I wanted to
prolong this for a while.� Enjoy my
revenge.� But you are making it awfully
hard not to simply kill you now, Lucius��

He stilled immediately, suddenly looking fearful.� He whispered �You..you
won�t.. You couldn�t.� You.. Severus and the Dark Lord won�t allow it.. ��

She smiled at him malevolently and informed him �No one is coming for you, Lucius.� I�ve sealed
the doors and put up an anti-apparition ward�.�

She hadn�t.� She
didn�t have any idea how anti-apparition wards worked.� She wasn�t an auror.�

But Lucius apparently wasn�t sure and didn�t put it
past her to know since he was shaking now and his cock had wilted
somewhat.� He babbled at her

�Please Hermione..I shouldn�t have frightened you.� I just wanted to play a little. I didn�t realise.. I
won�t do it again.�

Don�t ...��

He seemed to remember something and his eyes lit up in hope �Draco.. you�ll leave Draco fatherless.� I know he was not a friend to you in school
but he would be an orphan now that his mother is gone!��

She considered this. He had a point.�

On the other hand, Draco was an utter git who couldn�t
possibly be any worse without a father.�

Lucius clearly hadn�t been a very good father to him
for him to have turned out the way he did.�

And he was almost grown up now.� The same
age as she herself, almost.� A year younger actually if you counted time-turner extension.�

She had managed without parents for a year already.� Losing his father wouldnt
destroy him.� Probably.�

And if it did..well.. good!��

To tell the truth she didn�t feel particularly strongly
motivated to kill Lucius anymore.� But it was..in the
back of her mind.� Like something she had
put on a to-do list and hadn�t ticked off yet.�

She didn�t need to do it, didnt even particularly
want to do it.. but she�d
feel a little better if it was done.��

-If she didn�t have to worry about him anymore.��

She stood and raised his wand, pointing it at his
chest.� �I�ll make it quick and painless,
Lucius.�

His eyes widened and he started struggling frantically,
screaming �MY LORD!! MY LORD, SAVE ME!!! PLEASE, MY LORD!!��

She raised an eyebrow, unsure now..

Nothing happened, save for Lucius increasingly
panicked cries for Lord Voldemort to save him.�
Hermione concentrated

�Avada- ��

The wand sailed from her hand into Severus� hand several
metres behind her.

�Hey!!� she cried out, surprised and irritated.

�Stop, Hermione.� He said quietly, insistently.�

�I will not! �
give that back!� she replied.� �and where were you when he
was torturing me?!�� Severus shifted his eyes.� The thought snuck into her mind darkly.�

�You were HERE the whole time?!!� You
watched him hurt me like that and did nothing?!
You LET HIM?!��

�Are you mortally wounded, Hermione?� Are you in dire need of medical attention? � he spoke quietly, sneering down at her.

She spluttered.� �Are you insane?!�
He beat me, burned me, cut me and was about to cut my bloody nipple off!�

Severus made a pff noise.� �I would not have allowed him to harm you ..permanently... Hermione. He
couldn�t even crucio you because I forbade it.�

Severus was acting like she was being childish and unreasonable. She started to
get annoyed.�

He seemed to notice her rising ire and changed approach.

�Please Hermione.. Do as I
say?� Pretend that I am still your
professor and obey me!� You may not believe
it but I am acting in your best interests.�
I swear to you on my wand that I am. Stop!� Let Lucius go
now.��

She hesitated and then she turned to Lucius,
looking down on him.� He looked up at her
tensely, but was more composed now that Severus was in the room and she wasn�t
holding a wand.� The knife on the floor
sparkled at her eye.�

�Lucius - offer me your knife as a
gift for sparing you!� She said impetuously.�

He hesitated � it was clear that it was very cherished and
he had no intention of parting with it.�
He was wondering whether he could agree now and get it back later.�

She concentrated and felt around inside herself for the place that was now
becoming a little more familiar and flexed slightly against..whatever
it was. A little coldness seeped up her spine and Lucius
cried out as his arms and legs were effortlessly wrenched almost to the point
of dislocation.�

�HERMIONE!!� Severus roared.
�LUCIUS, GIVE HER THE BLOODY KNIFE!�

Lucius looked up at Severus
petulantly. �But it�s the only one like it.�
Its priceless!��

Severus� glared
at him.�

�It. Is. A. Bloody. Knife. That. Doesnt. Cut Things.� Merlin, man.� Have some perspective!�

Hermione smiled down at him sweetly.�

�I�ll take excellent care of it Lucius.� Perhaps I�ll use it on you again
someday.� You never know.��

He looked up at her and his expression cycled through petulance, hunger and
disappointment�

�Since you asked so nicely and your reasoning is so persuasive,
how could I ever live with myself if I disappointed you?!�

He smirked bitterly. � Take the thrice damned knife,
mudblood.� I give it to you as a
gift.� Now release me!!�

�Hermione smiled and
looked at him speculatively, admiring the word she had
carved in his chest.� It was
fitting.�

Lucius was filth.�
He would not get off scot free
for hurting her.� She concentrated on the
scar.

Lucius valued his pride more than his skin.� It might have turned him on when she did it
but it would drive him mad when he realised it was there to stay.� He would not
be healing it if she had anything to say about it.�

Lucius and Severus didn�t seem to
notice she had done anything.� She
concentrated and flexed once again and Lucius
collapsed, the strain suddenly removed from his arms.�

�Very good, Hermione.� Severus said
from behind her.� She felt his body press
lightly against her as his hand brushed aside her hair..
She turned slightly to see his face.�

He pressed a swift rough kiss to her mouth, his hand turning her face further
toward him so that he could deepen it, tongue thrusting into her.� She felt his hands suddenly at her neck and
then there was a tiny click and she pulled back.�

�I�m sorry, Hermione.� He growled and pulled her face back,
quickly forcing another kiss on her.

She struggled and stumbled backward feeling around her
neck.� There was a thin seamless
chain.� She followed it with her hand,
looking down in front of her at what looked like a small black pearl.

Severus had put this on her.� She wanted
it off.�

She tried to lift it but when it came level with her chin it seemed to melt
through her fingers like water and fall back to her chest.�

She couldn�t take it
off!!!.�

Over and over again the same thing happened.� She tried to find that place inside, the
muscle she could flex but it didn�t work.�
Nothing happened. �There was
nothing there.�

She whirled to Severus crying pitifully �what did you
do?!�� ...What have you done to
me?!��

Lucius was standing, dressed again
and was feeling around the back of his head at his much shorter hair.� It was almost even and hung perfectly
straight to his shoulders.� He was
fuming.��

Severus on the other hand looked sad and regretful and stood, clenching and
unclenching his fists, watching her struggle desperately with the
necklace.�

�It�s a charm that blocks your ability to use magic,
Hermione.� ...I am so sorry..��

She had already thought as much.. but hearing him say it made it real.

It wasn�t just her lack of focus.�
Whatever it was, it was really gone now.�

She dropped to her knees, tears springing to her eyes.�

�..Severus.� You betrayed me..� she whispered softly, her heart breaking.

�-again..��

He rushed to her, sliding to his knees beside her.. �NO!.. no..
Hermione.. I�m sorry..� It was not my decision..

The Dark Lord had to be sure you couldn�t harm him.��

�Last night you used your ability intentionally for the
first time.. he was very
concerned and refused to come near you.�
He instructed me to have Lucius frighten you a
little to see if you would do it again.�

When you did � when he saw how easily you used it and how ruthless you were
once you had Lucius at your mercy he commanded me to
bind you.��

�I didn�t want to.. I didn�t want
to deceive you.. but you are
too strong, Hermione!� If you had known �
what might you have done to me?��

Hermione turned away from him, curling down over her knees
and wrapping herself into a ball, weeping helplessly.� �Helpless..� now i am for the first time utterly helpless� she thought
disconsolately.��

Lucius had finished preening and
was reaching down surreptitiously to pick up the silver knife on the floor.

�Lucius!� Severus
growled.� �You gave the silly little
knife away.� Leave it and depart.� I will speak with you later.��

Lucius frowned childishly and
brushed himself off.�

�Thank you for an.. interesting.. morning, mudblood.�
I�ll be seeing you again soon, I�m sure, now that you�re well and truly
collared and muzzled.� Next time we can
have a nice leisurely discussion on your behaviour today.� Perhaps I�ll even invite Draco to contribute
his thoughts.��

Hermione only curled up more tightly� She heard the pop of Lucius� disapparition.��

�Severus..� the Dark Lord said
quietly.� Hermione
jolted up, her eyes red and puffy, glaring blindly through her blurry tears in
the general direction of the voice.

�leave us��

Severus nodded silently, placing his hand on Hermione�s back
briefly.� She stiffened and tried to move
away from it.�

He hung his head sorrowfully and stood, turning on the spot and disapparating.�

Hermione curled back down and sobbed as if her heart was tearing apart.�

The Dark Lord walked quietly to her and lowered himself to
the floor, kneeling next to her.� She
felt a black woollen robe materialise on her frame, covering her
nakedness.� �Hermione..�
he whispered. �I wish there had been another way..��

She turned away, pulling herself in tighter. She sobbed at
him �Didn�t I say you would take my magic away!.. I
wish I had left last night as soon as you offered to let me go.� I want to leave now!� Call Severus and make him take me away from
here!�

She rocked slightly, her hand clutching the awful pearl.�

The Dark Lord touched her back but she shied away, crawling blindly to the
side, her face still turned away.�

He said in a strangely weak queasy voice..
�Yes.. you did say that.� I had forgotten.. I
� I didn�t..intend..to.� he trailed off.�

She shuddered and whispered �I�m a squib now.��

�NO!� he countered forcefully.� �NO.. you are not a squib Hermione.� You are a witch, powerful beyond measure,
whose magic is ..temporarily..bound.� It is something happening to you but it is
not what you are.��

She moaned softly.�

�Will you ever release me?� I don�t think
you will.. I�m better off in the muggle world.� At least everyone around me can�t curse me
there.��

�Hermione..� the Dark Lord said
imploringly �look at me..��

She didnt move.�

�Hermione.. Look at me!� Look at me and remember!��

She was unnerved by this.. what should she remember?!�
She blinked away her tears and turned to face Lord Voldemort.. then she blinked again in surprise.� He looked...

he looked like some kind of strange mix of his two forms.� He was beautiful� like his �Tom Riddle� self.. but his skin and eyes looked like Lord Voldemort.�

�Wow� she whispered.� He was more darkly
breathtaking than either of his forms.�
His amazing eyes in that face..��

�Do you remember...� he began, piercing her with those eyes,
�last night Severus gave you something to drink that made you a little..� he hesitated� �..tipsy.� uninhibited.� And a
little later I arrived and gave you a snake to play with?��

She wrinkled her forehead.� She did sort
of..vaguely.. remember
something with the fire this morning.. and now she was
suddenly thinking about a little white snake with red eyes.� A little Lord Voldemort
snake.�

�was it...was it white?� she
whispered.�

�No, Hermione.. it
was green when I gave it to you.� I made
its eyes red because you had earlier seemed fascinated with my eyes and if you
were going to lick anyone�s eyeballs I preferred it to be the snake��

Hermione was baffled by this rather bizarre statement.

�It doesn�t matter.�
The point is that because the snake�s eyes were red and it reminded you
of me, you decided to make the rest of the snake white.� You transfigured it.� Permanently.� When I asked you to show me what you did to
the snake and change its colour again, you instead transfigured me.��
The Dark Lord looked at her meaningfully.� �permanently�.�

She gaped.� �I could do that?!�� she blurted
shocked.�

The Dark Lord smirked wryly.�
�Apparently.�
But then you said you preferred my face the way it was and I had to
stupefy you before you could transfigure it back.��

She furrowed her brow again, suddenly understanding.� �Oh.�
And then you ... oh... I see.��
She looked sadly at him.� He was
afraid of her.� She had done something
wonderful and then she seemed to want to take it away again.�

�Yes.� He confirmed sadly. �and so
it was necessary to bind you.��

He hesitated for a long moment.� �I will release you if you agree to some..terms..��

She looked away. �the mark� she said flatly.�

�Yes.. among
other things.��

�.. I realised your powers were manifesting rapidly when you
healed me.� I wanted to give you the mark
quickly so that I could be assured of safety from you as they developed.� Our mingling magic will probably have-� Well... observably has had some effects on your..willingness to give yourself over to the darkness within
you.��

�My mark would have enabled me to prevent you carrying out any dark little
fancies you might have had to harm me.

But then you had to go and kill that irritating Weasley girl and refuse to take
it.��

�Hermione � the mark cannot be forcibly given, it must be
accepted. I had expected to have more time..I did not
think you would become cognisant and in control of your abilities so
quickly��

She looked at him, suspicion growing in her mind

�Why do you not seem particularly surprised about any of this?� Severus was shocked.� You�d never even seen me before the battle
and it feels like you expected this to happen.� �

Lord Voldemort pursed his lips uncertainly and stood up. �I
have had enough of sitting on cold flagstones.�
I am past the age where it is comfortable.� Join me on the bed Hermione.� I wish to lie down.� If you lie with me, I will tell you what I
know.��

He extended a hand to her and she looked at it a long hard moment, taking it
just as he was starting to withdraw it.�

He pulled her up and walked with her, still holding her
hand, to the bed, where he lay and opened his arms for her.�

She hesitated again, wanting to go and be comforted by him
even now.. even knowing that
it was he who had hurt her.�

He had used Lucius.. and Severus.. but it had been
him.�

It didn�t matter what he looked like.. or if her magic resonated with
his.. She had no magic now because of
him.�

She lay down some distance away and looked at him.�

He frowned disappointed and closed his arms, looking
away.� �You are..a
conduit.. Hermione�.�
He said, narrowing his eyes at the window where the sun shone
brightly.�

She realised suddenly, she had never seen him in sunlight
before.� His eyes reflected the light
brightly and he squinted slightly.�

�The light hurts my eyes.� I try to avoid
it.� It is compensated for by better
night vision. .. may I?� he gestured at the
window.� She shrugged.� The curtains hushed closed and the room was
bathed in soft yellow half light.�

�What does that mean� she asked quietly, although she
thought she had an idea�

He looked at her in mild irritation.� �Exactly what it sounds
like, girl.� You channel raw magic
through yourself.�

You redirect the flow of ambient magic, which is of course inexhaustible. For
that reason, when you use your ability you never tire and you are able to work
magic that requires unsustainable levels of power � hence your capacity to
permanently transfigure me.��

�It is extraordinarily rare.�
A conduit has not been observed in more than a small handful of cases
since the beginning of recorded wizarding history.� I have engaged in extensive research into the phenomenon.� Wizards or witches who were able to channel
raw magic have in all but one case been killed shortly after the age of
puberty.�

The ability is mediated by the development of sexual maturity you see.� Until that point it is dormant.�

�...I have suspected you were a conduit since the end of
your fifth year at Hogwarts.�

�She blinked at him,
surprised.�

�Its hardly likely you�d suspect it for no reason if
it�s so rare.� But I haven�t
done...anything.. like this
till I came here.��

And if you thought I was so useful why
did you wait until the final battle to grab me? That just makes no sense.��

The Dark Lord shifted uneasily, looking over at her.� �I wish to hold you in my arms Hermione.� With or without your magic you are still mine. �Your strop is justified but tedious. Stop it
now.� Come to me.��

She didn�t move and looked at him warily.�

Without warning his arm snaked out swiftly and grabbed her
at the elbow, wrenching her across the small space between them and rolling her
into his body.� She barely even had a
moment to struggle before she was pressed against him, looking up at his face
with his arms wrapped around her back.�

He was warm and hard and her body responded traitorously with a small
shiver.�

It was amazing what a difference a nose and a bit of hair made in his face, she
marvelled.�

He was like an infernal prince.� Fallen
angel..��

He made a mildly appalled face at her.� �I see you have also been contaminated by the
wretched muggle religions.� Fallen
angels?� Princes of
hell?� Really, Hermione,� I had enough of
that nonsense in the orphanage.� Priests
are vicious hypocritical sodomite bastards.�
I am not the devil!�

He looked bothered by associations she didn�t understand.��

�I never said you were.�
You look like..� she blushed.�

�When you were Tom Riddle.. you
looked like what I imagined angels to look like when I was a child.� Now.. you look like a darker version of the same.� It wasn�t meant to offend.� She hesitated,
troubled..�I know priests are hypocritical bastards..

I wasn�t aware of any sodomites when I was growing up..
but then I wouldnt be,
really, would I.� I�m not their type.��
...I�m...sorry.. you
had to be in that awful place.��

She found she couldn�t call him her Lord right now, not
while thinking about him in the orphanage, but knowing how he felt about it,
she didn�t want to call him Tom either.��

He clutched her more tightly. �It doesn�t matter..� he said hollowly and she wondered whether he was talking
about religion, the orphanage or his name. ��

�You have healed before.�

�At the end of your fifth year Severus displeased me greatly
and I sent him back to Hogwarts severely injured and without his wand.� I saw later in his memory of the event that he
was barely able to drag himself from the forbidden forest to the castle
walls.�

Apparently you had for some unknown reason left your bed, travelled downstairs
and gone outside the castle to find him lying nearly unconscious, bleeding
profusely, near the wall where his hidden entrance to the dungeons was
located.�

He had misjudged the location in his confused pained state and had been
pressing desperately against bricks that would never open the portal, before
his strength left him and he fell.��

�You were dressed in your black school robes and you knelt
next to him and wept at his condition.�
He tried to send you away but you would not be told.�

You kissed him..
he was very surprised.�
And then you healed him completely.�

He thanked you for your kindness and devotion by immediately obliviating you and sending you back to bed.� The Dark Lord
smirked wryly. �ah yes.� Our Severus.� He certainly knows how to deal with
admirers.�

Hermione felt a small pang in her heart for Severus.� �He of course then went to his quarters,
retrieved a spare wand and activated his mark.�
He returned and I observed the memory��

Hermione saw the explanation looming� �and then obliviated
him and sent him back to Hogwarts� she finished for him.�

�Precisely, my dear.� I couldn�t have Severus wandering around
Dumbledore with that kind of information in his mind.� The old buzzard would have somehow smelled it on him and then who knows
what would happen to you.�

She wondered.. Would Dumbledore
have tried to use her as a weapon? �Would
he have locked her up, taken away her magic as Voldemort had, killed her?�

Lord Voldemort lowered his head to brush a kiss on her forehead.� �Do
stop saying that, my dear, you know I
didn�t want to bind you like this.� I
wish I could trust you not to turn on me..��

He held her more tightly to him once again.�
�You said you would leave. You
said it again today.. I don�t wish you to go.

No. I won�t allow you to go.� I take back my offer.� You cannot leave.� I will not permit it.� I would rather have you as my prisoner than
lose you completely.��

She was concerned.�
This line of thought did not bode well.�

The Dark Lord sighed. �I instructed Severus to slip you a
slow release potion that would inhibit your sexual drive somewhat.� I would assume that this accounts for your
decline in attraction to him in your sixth year.

It was natural for you to desire him, Hermione.�
Like calls to like.� Your magic interacts with his as it interacts
with mine in a milder form.��

�But if you had continued to express sexual feelings, if you
had attempted to pursue those feelings and he, in his innocence had
reciprocated...�

�� yes it truly was innocence, Hermione..
Severus never even allowed himself to imagine that you could desire him although
he watched over you like a hawk in the guise of watching over Potter.� He was determined to protect you from
Potter�s dangerous ill conceived plans.�
It was for you he went into
the shrieking shack after seeing the werewolf enter, even though his memories
of a similar occasion in his childhood made this a frightening course of
action, it was you he came to check on in Umbridge�s
office.�

After he informed the mutt by floo, he went immediately to the forbidden forest
to search for you.� Hence he was missed
at the ministry of magic.�� I was ..inconsolable..that he ignored
my call.�� Hermione shivered.�

�What did you do to him?��

The Dark Lord smiled horribly.� �Never you mind.� It was a long time ago.� Severus has forgiven me for my temper with
him.�� He continued.� �Since you have been here he has been worried
that he will do or say something that will cause you to attract my ire. ..but it is..different... with
you, Hermione.��

�With Severus, our little relationship revolved from the
start around dominance, punishment, reward, devotion.� I have already told you that your professor
Snape is just as much a sadist as Lucius.. that is true.� He ..greatly
enjoyed.. your treatment at the hands of Lucius, despite his long standing protective feelings for
you.� Your screams and tears and begging
excited him terribly as he knew you weren�t in any true danger�

�When Lucius started to cut you
and you cried so beautifully he came panting your name, Hermione,� although he may
have felt somewhat guilty, and thus defensive, about it after the fact.� I believe he was actually intolerably envious
of Lucius in that moment.�

I would not be surprised if Lucius were somewhere in
a state of discomfort right now at the end of Severus wand as a result of that
jealousy.��

�But.. just
as you saw with Lucius when you held his, pardon me �your, �little knife upon his cock, Severus also has a
side which enjoys his submission to me.�
Desires even to be punished mercilessly.��

�I know you can understand that feeling, Hermione.. I saw his memory of you in the bath, you recall?��

Severus and I have a special relationship in that way.� I give him all the punishment he requires.. and he is able to live out his
dominant urges with as many unwilling victims as he desires.��

�Since you have arrived however..things
have been complicated.�

He is struggling to understand your place in our relationship.� Are you the same as he, someone he might have
a relationship on even footing with, perhaps even be
allowed to love?��

Is he allowed a private relationship with you at all � will I take you away
from him if he becomes too attached?

Are you above him - my most favoured treasure?�
Or are you below him � are you his
as well as mine, and therefore able to be used and punished at his desire just
as I take him and hurt him at my will?�

He tried to articulate that particular position when I first brought you into
our bed..into your
bed.� And yesterday morning he asserted
his dominance over you again obviously.�
And you responded favourably.��

�Now he has watched while you were punished and I have no
doubt he will want to discipline you himself soon, to take back what he
probably feels Lucius stole from him.�

He may decide to do this even if I explicitly forbid him to do so.� He is familiar with paying for his privileges
with pain. He will probably consider the prize worth the cost.�

I hope you are ready for him, Hermione.�
You have chosen his role yourself, you
tantalized him with your eager excited submission.� He can
be..an exceedingly cruel man...��

�But I digress...� to
return to your questions for a moment � there were many reasons why I let you
remain outside my domain until recently.�

At first I thought to have you here would constitute a potential threat and
would in addition have made it difficult to convince Severus to return to
Hogwarts and function effectively knowing you were here the entire time..vulnerable.�

He would have functioned less effectively as a spy in that condition.��

�So I convinced myself that as long as I was the only one
who knew of your possible nature, and as the threat of that nature breaking out
again was relatively contained, there was no reason to attempt to acquire you
and potentially risk Severus position or worse, alert Dumbledore to the
situation and risk him harming you or using you against me.��

�Of course I found quickly that the thought of you played on
my mind constantly � worry, curiosity.�

So I had Ginevra taken in order to have her spy on Harry in my service.� She was quite disinclined to assist me at
first but she came around.�

It was doubly beneficial since you and Potter so often seemed to be joined at
the hip.�

That bothered me also, Hermione.�

He drew back and fixed her with a possessive, faintly
threatening, stare.

�Even then.. I viewed you as mine. You are mine!� His
gaze softened slightly �But you did not know it yet so I tried to forgive you
your dalliances with Potter.�

When you kissed
Ronald Weasley, probably the most undeserving wizard to walk the earth, I
changed my mind and ordered your abduction.�

Unfortunately It proved difficult to find the
opportunity to acquire you.� You were
suddenly constantly with others.�

You hardly left the castle at all.� It
was with the utmost reluctance that I ordered the attack on your parents,
hoping it would bring you out into the open.��

Hermione jolted, trying to pull away but his arms suddenly
held her like iron bands.�� She had not
thought about her parents deaths really, since she had been in the morgue.� She had just assumed that...� what?�
That the Dark Lord hadn�t known?� Hadnt cared much either way?� What?!�

She�d just.. thought
of him differently then.. and it had been expected.. not a betrayal at all..

It somehow� was
different now.. Things had changed.�

He had killed her parents simply to trap her and she was lying in his
arms.� This was FAR FAR
beyond Harry�s disapproval or Ron�s accusations � this was a whole other
spectrum of wrongness.�� She stiffened
and she felt him stiffen.�

�Hermione.. you
knew I had ordered your parents killed before.�
Nothing has changed.��

She shook her head wildly.�
�Everything has changed� she
whispered.� �You killed my friends, my
parents..you took away my freedom and now my
magic.� I - ..�
she hesitated, searching for something that might hurt him..at
least upset him in some way. �I wish Harry had killed you.� She hissed
coldly.�

�You are evil.� You don�t deserve to
live.� I wish I had learned to control my
power before the final battle so that i could have
killed you myself��

He pushed her away roughly and stared searchingly into her
face.�

�You don�t mean that!�
I know you don�t truly wish me
dead��

She narrowed her eyes at him.� �You have taken away EVERYTHING I ever loved!��

�Everything!��

�Even professor Snape.� Even my cat.� My school.� sunlight!� Everything is
poisoned and ruined because of YOU.

You have tried to make me believe that the only thing of value in the world IS
you.� Its a
lie!� You are a plague!��

His face darkened frighteningly. �This is how you feel?� After everything I have done to..� After I have
thought of you..desired you beyond reason.. moved the heavens and the earth for you.� You would have me dead?!��

He sat up suddenly and leapt from the bed, reaching across and gripping her arm
painfully, dragging her toward him and dumping her on the floor.

He shoved his hand into her hair and fisted it, apparating immediately.�

A torch flared to life.�
She looked about in disorientation.�

They were in a cell.�

There was nothing.. just stone walls.� Not
even a bed.��

The Dark Lord released her hair, pushing her head� down
aggressively as he did.� He stepped
back.�

�So be it, my dear. Welcome to your new home.� It may not be as comfortable as your last but
you will get used to it in time.� I thank
you for all your assistance.� In
transfiguring me you have obviated the necessity for my soul to be
repaired.�

I can live with this face for all eternity I believe.� I no
longer need you.��

�I will make it known to my Death Eaters that you are back
on the menu.��

�Have a delightful existence, Hermione.�� With a hateful sneer, he disapparated.

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