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

A/N: Caput-Dolor Draught Literally = Headache Draught

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“For Conversation”

‘For Thoughts’

‘For Flashbacks’

Chapter 16: Let it be So.

Fifteen minutes after Severus Snape left the Dark Lord’s office, the latter felt his witch stir. Her breathing and heartbeat changed pace from the deep and steady rhythm that graced the sleeping girl with much needed rest. He surmised that now he needs to contain the damage, as much as possible. He’s got a lot of work on his hands, but she’ll get over it, she always does, his little lioness. He smiled seeing her eyes suddenly open.

Soft strokes on her hair, fingers combing through her ringlets, her mind was chasing away the last remnants of slumber, and Hermione felt soothed, yet her brain was not its usual tidy, and organized self! She tried to brush off this peculiar sensation, akin to a hidden mess, somewhere deep in the back of her mind, what a weird thought!

She kept her eyes closed and focused on what was happening inside her head. What does she remember before going to bed? Bed?!! Doesn’t feel like her bed! She surreptitiously, moved her bare legs, pushing them down on the wielding surface beneath her. Using her still covered upper limbs, with open hands, palms and fingertips; she probed the texture of the buttery and supple material, leather!

Her breath hitched, realizing that her head was resting on a firm surface, not a pillow. It was radiating warmth, and a fabric was imperceptibly rubbing at the back of her neck.

Whose hand is stroking her hair?? She was still feeling dazed, her brain computing at a snail’s pace, sighing softly, she did not want to wake up. Her intuition told her something bad, very bad happened, and when she’s fully and wide-awake she won’t like what was in store for her.

The weirdest thing was the absolute silence of her know-it-all, pain in the ass, self! Usually the annoying chit is always up and ready, at any given time, to berate her for yes or a no.

It was not a recuperative sleep; she could sense it in her bones. Her body felt as if it was hit by a freight train, and her mind was amiss. What in Merlin’s name happened?

The shifting pillow under her head, or whatever it was drew her attention outwards. Ceasing her internal reflections, she opened her senses to her invisible environment, behind her still closed eyelids. The now familiar scent of Lord Voldemort hit her nose, her heart skipped a beat, and the whole situation appeared on her mind’s screen.

She was asleep, in his office, on his couch, with her head in his lap?! Why? When? How? Her eyes shot wide open to face her tormentor’s very close features looking down at her, eyes gently probing her face, assessing her reactions, with a cool demeanor, waiting for her to speak first, and not uttering a word.

‘Wake up, think Hermione, what happened?’ Finally her mind jump-started, she closed her eyes tightly going through the images that flooded her short-term memory, her prefrontal lobe whizzed with the last couple of hours information it kept in store for her use. Then everything clicked!

He was telling her of her new ‘status as a slave’ along with her title ‘Personal Assistant’ and after her wrathful diatribe he demonstrated his ‘leniency’ by showing her a pensieve of Ginny raped by 3 men! GINNY! ‘Oh, Merlin! Ginny was raped!’

‘Pssst…don’t forget your punishment’ a very solemn k-i-a, with disheveled hair, and exhausted features added her two knuts, head popping up from behind a large Leatherbound volume, sitting on the flipped, bottom up, cauldron, then the head disappeared behind the tome again.

Closing her eyes tightly, hands moving to her temples from under the cover, she rubbed her forehead and eyes, and she gingerly prepared her worn out body to move away from the abhorrent mongrel!

His right hand on her thorax, directly under her sternum, pushed gently down, countering   her withdrawal attempt, his calm voice, was lower than usual and had a soothing quality, she did not care to analyze the reason for, “Stay still pet”. The unsettling part was his left hand, which never ceased the stroking motion, on her hair.

She did not want to look at him, she did not want to talk to him, or listen to him, and least of all, she did not want to touch him, or be touched by him. Her stomach was knotted, her mind more knotted, if that was at all possible, and she was so tired. Even the simple reflex of breathing felt like climbing a steep mountain, and the acidic aftertaste of her vomit, was coating the entirety of her mouth.

She did not comment, and did not resist, she lay back again, nevertheless, her body went rigid after his touch, and to avoid his loathsome presence, she closed her eyes, and waited.

Better use this time to prepare rationally and psychologically for her punishment. Regardless of how degrading, and intolerable it’s going to be, crawling, kneeling and kissing his feet was nothing compared to Ginny’s ill-fated condition. It is billion times better than being raped by his brutish inhuman and monstrous cronies.

‘Oh Ginny …I am so sorry, I wish I could help you, I wish I could kill them all…especially him’. A choking sob was her only apparent reaction, to his presence by now.

The circular motion of his right hand that started on her stomach made her want to jump out of her skin, and leave this whole wretched suffocating milieu of evil corruption and malicious debauchery. His left hand stopped stroking her hair, she heard his intake of breath and after a second or two his question “Feeling better pet?”

‘He must be definitely thick, or he finds his own jokes oh! So funny! Feeling better?! No asshole, I have been better! Especially without you around, or so close!’

She knew she needed to answer him ASAP, or he could and would inflict a worse punishment, moreover, and to her utter shame, she honestly couldn’t take it anymore. She is sensing her morale losing ground, her inner strength already deteriorating, in 2 days! In 2 days he wiped almost fully her fighting spirits. Godric! Is she this weak?!’

Croaking she replied, ”I am good …Sir” she skipped the thank you, what was she to thank him for? His evilness?

“Good! I will help you sit down, and we will go over what happened.” Not waiting for her yea or nay, two hands on either side of her ribcage, slowly pulled her up, settling her, with her back to the couch. He stood up, went to the small bar, bringing back a glass of water, she took it and drank fast, washing out the bitter taste of her sickness, begrudgingly thanking him.

Thinking that what happened is very simple really, she is developing an allergy and he was the allergen. They should be separated indefinitely! He flicked his wand at her; she felt the mouth cleaning charm work inside and a cooling fresh eucalyptus and mint spread in a soothing and cooling sensation to her absolute relief, since she knew her breath must have smelled awful. Again she reluctantly thanked him, she searched for her clothes.

Not looking at him, she searched the room for her pants, then she felt them near her right thigh, under the cover, without thinking she put them on, not caring to ask for his permission. Finishing fast, she pulled the comforter off her and moved to get her ballet flats, not concerned that her butt was throbbing again. Ironically, she thought, being spanked and paddled was still less humiliating than his new diabolical means of chastisement.

Putting her shoes on, suddenly her blurry mind switched course, when images of her throwing up after she saw Ginny’s rape. She froze; bent one foot already clad in her ballet flats, the other, half into the left shoe. Images of him, taking care of her, pulling her hair away from her face, while she puked, then after lifting her up in his arms, bridal style, and laying her carefully on couch where she woke up not minutes ago, then bringing wet and warm cloth to clean her face and mouth, kissing her forehead, whispering to her gently and soothingly, “hush little one, do not be afraid, I will take care of you… No one will ever harm you like that. You have my word. No one will ever touch you, but me…” His words or what she remembered calmed her frayed nerves, and oddly she believed him.

She couldn’t know why, but she felt deep inside of her, that he would do good on his word, if anything, the Dark Lord was known to keep his promises, whether to end you, punish you, torture you, or reward you, time not withstanding. She was acutely aware that at some point she lost consciousness, there was missing pieces, minutes, everything seemed mixed up, she couldn’t put heads or tails on the chronological order of this whole miserable event.

When had he told her of his latest innovative punishment? During? Before? After she saw Ginny’s ruin? After she puked? She just couldn’t remember in a way that made sense. To be honest with herself, nothing made sense at this instant. A slight headache started to creep up the right encephalic part of her cranial cavity. She needs to stop thinking for one second, just to finish what she was doing. What was she doing? Pulled back from her   straying thoughts, she put on her other show. Sitting straight she saw him looking shrewdly her way.

Her heart skipped a beat, when his deep and calm voice asked, “ How are you feeling now?” Swallowing, the still acrid after taste of her own saliva, despite the freshener, she shook her head minutely, and replied” I think I am starting a headache, or worse, a migraine” her answer was flat and she frowned, trying to contain the throbbing that went up a notch, in her right temple and burned its way to her eye and then deeply inside her skull.

“Accio Caput-Dolor Draught” She heard him say, and a vial of greenish hue materialized in front of her eyes, held between his right hand thumb and index fingers. Without hesitation she took the remedy and drank it bottom up. Her headache started to retreat even before she put the vial away from her lips, it had a tangy pomegranate and lemon taste to it.

“We will wait for 5 minutes, then we will go on a small tour, some of your friends are impatient to meet you” he said smiling at her.

He has sent word to the 2^nd and 3^rd floor personnel of their imminent visit, knowing that both she and her friends would like to finally meet and talk. This will distract her a bit, and pacify her for a while. Her eyes flickered and widened a fraction, before a small frown drew her eyebrows together.

“You are taking me to see the prisoners in your dungeons…. or wherever you are locking them?” Her face went pale; she did not want to see them this way. She hated her weakness but with all her emotional turmoil, she just knew, she couldn’t handle another shock. She was sure they have been tortured and for the life of her, she just couldn’t stand even thinking about it. Yes she is a coward, all her strength deserted her at that disgusting sight of rape, and now like a frightened mouse, she wanted to find the first hole in a wall and hide inside.

“No, I do not have dungeons, well …not the kind you are thinking of anyway….” His wolfish smile made an appearance after this statement and his eyes twinkled red, then went back to a more amber gold hue, then he continued saying,” All prisoners are in Azkaban, nowhere else”

“And Ginny?” she couldn’t but ask, she needed to know.

The Dark Lord knew that she was going to ask about them, and he would never tell her what he did to them, before he executed them a couple of month ago, or his pet won’t forgive him, ever! Even if he explained everything, she won’t accept what he did, he may tell her about Bellatrix, and not all the details, but that is it.His witch is too innocent of heart and soul, her compassion and merciful tendencies would never accept what he did.

He does not want to taint her with such horrific reprisals, although each one of them deserved it anyway. Therefore the whole affair will be kept from her, she does not need to know more than they were executed. No one in his inner circle dares to tell her. As for the rest they would die before even uttering a word. He smiled inwardly, then said in an even voice,

“Ms.Weasly is dead, she was executed along with her brother, her mother and father.” Hermione was shaking and tears went down her cheeks, she was at a loss, and did not know if she was relieved that Ginny was not abused and raped anymore or if she was crying for her death. What was worse than death? Living in such conditions, like her, being a slave, wasn’t it worse than being dead? What about the others??

His matter of fact tone answered her unasked question.“Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall and Dolores Umbridge as well”

“Dolores Umbridge?!” She was shocked; she thought the toad was one of his sycophants! As Undersecretary Professor Dolores Jane Umbridge was an official who worked as Senior Undersecretary to 3 Ministers for Magic no less, Cornelius Fudge, Rufus Scrimgeour and Pius Thicknesse.

Remus Lupin couldn’t find work, Because of her anti-werewolf laws, she was anti anything not pureblood if you ask her. She was appointed as Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts, and later High Inquisitor and Headmistress. She had almost unlimited power over the students, teachers, and the syllabus, she was despotic, cruel and abusive. She made their life hell back in 1996, things got from bad to worse until Hermione lead her to the Centaurs, in the forbidden forest, to save Harry from the Cruciatus Curse. She was almost killed by them. But Dumbledore rescued her.

“Yes Pet, the one and the same Dolores Umbridge was also executed, she should have been dead when you lead her to the Centaurs, but Albus Dumbledore needed her still at the ministry with Rufus Scrimgeour.”

“Huh? Why …why would Dumbledore need her? She was mean to him too!”

“ I will explain all of his schemes later pet, there’s no time now”.

Extending his hand to her, while standing sideways, waiting he said,” Now pet, I have a surprise for you” his smiling serene tone alerted her to look up, and indeed, his face showed this rare and gentle radiance that was not actually physical, it was more deep, as if emanating from inside of him, a feat she couldn’t understand how he managed, since she knows who he was, and such emotions’ display, she was sure was beyond his abilities, the key words being emotions no matter how skillful and deceitful he could be.

“Come little one, let’s not keep them waiting”. His last “order” had less the tone of command, and more a nuance of mischievous impatience, like he’d prepared a nice surprise for her. Duh! Who is she kidding? He always has surprises for her, and not the nice and good kind at that!

K-I-A sneered from behind the book she was holding, now open, head hidden behind the volume like she was reading, only her tousled bushy hair showing around its edges, then asked in a muffled scolding tone ‘Never pegged you for a hypocrite Hermione Jane Granger!’

‘Do NOT start now you annoying coward. …BITCH’

‘Wonder how much of a bad surprise it was when you almost died and went to Orgasms’ Heaven ….’

‘Bitch’

‘Hypocrite’

‘SHUT UP’

‘Sorry, no can do…remember who’s who?’

Huffing and without even thinking, she took his hand, and stood up, her anger at herself occupying fully her mind, that she went into auto-pilot mode, and was not even thinking of what she was doing.

Truth be told, she was a hypocrite, she was a coward, she was everything that she despised. She was disloyal to herself before anyone else. She just melted in his hands, like snow under a blazing sun, and when the burn was too close to home she tried to blame him, rather than facing her own weaknesses. Shirking her responsibility in this entire tangle of fascinating cerebral allure? Cerebral? What about her physical reactions? Well desires and lust, and hormones, and all of the new sensations, she almost forgot whom she was dealing with until his wake up call. Ginny and all the others, except the bitch Umbridge! Yes her know-it-all self is right; yes she has to pay for her sins, obliviousness and mostly indulgence.

Kneeling, crawling, and even kissing his feet is still not an adequate comeuppance. While she was basking in pleasure, her friends have been definitely tortured, then killed. Ginny has been tormented in the most abject of ways before her death. During all her interactions with him, have she thought of the others? She should thank him for giving her a reality check. She needed it, she needed being slapped silly!

Her mind was a blur of thoughts, while she walked out beside him into the hallway, the sun light pouring into it, bringing her back to the present, and her left hand still held in his, which she tried to pry away, but his fingers clasped tighter, as if telling her to calm down and let it be. She did, no need to add more to her coming chastisement as it is.

His voice melodious, deep, and …Isis’ tits! … Still effing decadently delicious to her ears, explained “ This 4^th floor pet is my headquarters. It is where I live and work. It is where I meet my servants, my Inner Circle, Other VIPs from both worlds, and where you will dwell.”

A shudder ran through her spine, she is going to stay here, alone with him! His velvety tone, again caressed her whole being, and she scowled, angry with herself, why in Godric’s name she’s still reacting to him like this, despite all the events of the last couple of hours.

“The whole floor is designed as an open space. The only part, accessible to my employees, and visitors, is my office, when summoned, or when they have an appointment.”

Strolling through the curved hallway, he continued, ”No one is able to reach this floor without a pass. The Inner Circle members have a special linkage, through their respective Distributors, to reach this hallway when necessary, to access my office. Aside from them, a special pass is issued for high official visitors, who have urgent matters to discuss with me.” Chuckling a bit he said” you do not have to worry about meeting visitors at an …inopportune time.”

She kept looking ahead, though in her peripheral view, she saw his pleased features, which did not forebode well, as far as she was concerned, not at all. ‘Inopportune time’ such as? She just has to ignore his so not subtle innuendoes. Or she might kick him in the groin, and doing so wouldn’t be wise. ‘Pick your battles Hermione, you cannot go off the bat every time he alludes to his lewd licentious thoughts.

“You will see, I will show you around your new home, when we come back, there’s a library, where, I am sure, you are going to be spending most of your time. There’s a pool and a Gym, as well. We don’t want your…muscles to go lax, you need to train daily, but do not worry, I will train you, in more ways than one…”

He was looking at her, a lecherous gleam in his eye, licking his lips, while she shuddered, mentally chiding herself, her reactions were the total opposite of what she expected after what she saw of Ginny’s mistreatment. Not five second ago she was ready to kick his ass, and now seeing this wicked smile on his snake face just make things flutter in her stomach and other parts. He must have cast a spell on her, these conflicting feelings are simply impossible, she’s giving herself a whiplash. Great!

What the hell is wrong with her? One moment she loathes him with all her heart, and wants to banish him to hell, and the second she is turning putty in his hands! And what with this tugging under her sternum? As if his magical aura is caressing hers, same when he broke the curse on her! Her whole buddy hummed, in tune with an overlapping heat, enveloping her; not oppressive but perceptibly present, until it slowly withdrew, then disappeared. Little did she know that he was doing exactly that.

Now that her magical core was released from the constrictions, that fool had used on her, it was easily accessible to him, and only him, since no one knows how to expand their auras or use it as radar, to affect others’ magical core. He can overpower anyone’s magical aura; overwhelm it positively or negatively, if he wished to do so. But he kept this secret weapon to himself, and used it very rarely, usually his victims or servants were unaware why they felt the tingling static like sensations, and he can intensify it to unbearable levels, but now was not the time for this, though her magical pull was like an aphrodisiac to him.

He was impatient to show her how wonderful it would feel, if he let go totally, the occasion for this experience will come later, but he felt her shudder, and his smile increased, and shrewdly he resumed, as if nothing happened “ we will go to the 3^rd floor, I am not using the Distributor, just to give you an idea of the floors plans, and how to reach them on foot. Soon you will need to work between floors pet, so you need to know your way around.”

Scowling more, Hermione huffed mentally, what the heck? Now he’s going to use me as an office boy as well!

‘Isn’t it better than office sex slave you dimwitted girl?’ Her know-it-all self seems to have gotten over her trauma too; everything was as tidy about her persona now as only a Hermione Granger could be in her Hogwarts costume.

Rolling her mental eyes at her double image, sighing inwardly, she had to admit though, it was much preferable to be an office boy, run errands and do odd jobs, rather than kneeling in front of this ruthless self-centered, cold blooded megalomaniac, obsessed pervert, murderer and do debasing acts, like crawling …and kissing his feet and….’Performing fellatio…it was not that bad…having control over him for once’…What the Hell am I thinking?! No! There’s an increase of cerebral disabling symptoms that I need to address with the healer ASAP’.

She hoped to Merlin it was the case. She just could not live with herself, still feeling so attracted to him, after all she saw done to Ginny, let alone the others! And there are those whose fate was still unknown, it is so immoral on her part! Furthermore, since when was she wantonly lewd?! It must be his influence!

To her surprise, they reached the 3^rd floor without her noticing, her hand was still in his and he was talking “ This floor pet is the Foreign Affairs Department, by Foreign I mean the global Muggle world. Come, we’ll meet the CGM Hannah Abbott Longbottom first, Foreign Affairs Department Chief General Manager and after you will have time to reconnect with all of your friends that work here”

Hermione Froze! Hannah Abbott! Longbottom?! The DA member? CGM?? Longbottom?? Then …then this means Neville is alive and …they got married ?! Oh! Oh! Please …..Please ….let it be so!



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