Filthy Little Mudblood | By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 30412 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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Hermione couldn’t believe what she had just seen. Well, truth be told, considering who was still standing there watching her as Severus pushed the other two out of the door, she could believe it. It had actually worked! She was actually able to manipulate Voldemort into allowing Severus to take both members of the Order.
“Oh, don’t get too cocky, witch,” Lucius hissed in her ear. “You still have to watch and see what happens to the rest.”
Sadly, he was right. One by one the others were either sent to the dungeons or given away. Rodolphus eagerly took one of the Ministry workers; a wicked gleam in his eyes as he fingered the knife attached to his belt. Hermione shivered slightly, but was brought steadily back to anger when Lucius chuckled beside her.
“This is what it’s all about, or didn’t you think about the consequences beforehand?” he sneered down at her.
“I was well aware of the consequences, Lucius. It’s only that seeing it makes it all the more real for me and I never fully understood what Death Eaters were capable of until this moment. Atrocious really.”
“The first of many surprises for you, I’m afraid,” he growled. “Now, shall we go see how your little friends are faring?”
Angrily, but rather eagerly as well, she walked away from Lucius and out of the room. Other Death Eaters were watching her closely, curious to know what her real status was becoming and why their Dark Lord had spoken to her, let alone taken her thoughts into account. What was so special about this slave, aside from the fact she knew Harry Potter. That in itself made them all the more leery of her. Only a few noticed that their Master was watching her as she left as well, a contemplative look crossing his usually closed features.
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Severus gritted his teeth together in anger and silently cursed the Weasleys for their over breeding. His fingers gripped the young girls’ arm roughly as he ushered her out of the door and down the hall, the other man was forced ahead of them by the wand pointed at his back. He shoved them both into the room and turned to ward the door.
“YOU TRAITOR!” Charlie screamed, rushing at Severus only to be thrown back by a silent curse.
“I suggest you sit down and shut up,” he growled angrily.
His breath caught for several seconds when Ophelia looked at him timidly before taking her seat on the sofa. Grumbling, Charlie came over and stood beside her, his glare never leaving his old professor.
“If you try and touch her, I’ll kill you first,” he warned.
He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Your heroics are tiring. The bath is through that door,” he said, waving his hand to the left, “and you smell of death and worse. Go clean yourself and then rejoin us.”
“And leave you alone with her? I don’t fucking think so!”
Severus sighed heavily, cursing his own existence and Gryffindors in general. He looked at Charlie and snapped, “Fine, then she can go. You’ll both find everything you need, but I refuse to smell either of you any longer.”
Ophelia looked almost grateful as she tentatively walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her, still without speaking a word.
“How could you betray us like this?” Charlie yelled. “And Hermione?! My gods, what has happened to her? What has she done? How could she do this?”
“We will not trade meaningless words with each other any longer, Weasley. I suggest you sit there with your mouth closed and thank Granger for saving you both.”
“Saving us?! Giving us away as slaves, you mean. And to you of all people!”
“Yes, that is exactly what she has done. She has convinced the Dark Lord to allow me to keep you both, which means you will be together and neither of you will be given to the other Death Eaters. Would you like to know what happens to slaves, Weasley?”
Charlie inwardly shuddered, then ignored the question by asking one of his own. “What about Hermione?”
Severus took a deep breath once again, thankful that the enraged man was starting to see reason, but unsure exactly how to explain the turn of events. Death Eaters often spoke freely in front of slaves because there was no one for them to talk to. In turn, the Dark Lord often used Legilimency against them to find out what his servants had been discussing. He looked at the man before him and slowly started probing his mind, only to find himself securely blocked.
“Stay out of my head, Snape.”
Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “You know Occlumency, then?”
“Yes. Remus felt we should all learn, in case we were ever captured,” he sneered, less angry, but still slightly frightened of the man before him.
“The other girl as well?”
“Her name is Ophelia and she learned it the quickest of us all.”
“Excellent. Then use your brain and we’ll try to find a way to send you home.”
“Home?”
“Yes,” he said with annoyance, “home, as in ‘not here’!”
“What has happened to Hermione? Is she a traitor as well?” he asked, sitting on the sofa.
“I would have thought, Weasley, that you would have enough intelligence to realize by now that I am not a traitor and she most certainly is not one either. However, it is not my place to tell you what has become of her, but, I must say, it is about time any of you asked about her well-being.”
Charlie looked properly abashed and lowered his head in contemplation as he ran his fingers through his hair. They sat silently together for a moment, but jerked their heads up when there was a knock on the door. Severus dropped the wards and allowed Hermione and Lucius to enter.
“Hermione!” Charlie yelled, knowing instantly when he saw her face that she was still the same Hermione. Even standing beside a Death Eater, she was the same girl she’d always been and he rushed forward, wrapping his arms around her, and hugging her tightly. The men watched as tears sprang to her eyes and she hugged him back just as hard.
“Severus explained everything to you, then?” she asked quietly, drying her tears and then his as well.
“Well, not everything, but enough. You always did know how to do the best thing,” he replied, gently stroking her cheek and forgetting all of his earlier allegations until Lucius’ cough broke them apart.
“Malfoy?!” he yelled. “What do you want?”
“He’s with us now, Charlie. He’s on our side,” she explained, putting a hand on his arm and holding him still.
He looked at her like she had just grown an extra head and then snorted. “What? Malfoy? Is on our side? There’s no way Lucius Malfoy would ever side with us, Hermione.”
Hermione led Charlie over to the couch and slowly began to tell him what had happened with Draco only days earlier, skipping over the intimate details, but allowing him to see the entire picture. She held his hand tighter as his anger grew and calmly explained to him that the Order had to protect Draco in exchange for Lucius‘ help.
“The Order can do what it wishes,” he growled softly, “but when I see that little bastard, I’ll kill him myself.” He stood quickly and walked to Lucius. “From what she’s telling me, it sounds like your rapist son means entirely too much to you. Means more than Hermione and her feelings? Let me guess, you probably even blamed her for it too, didn’t you? That would be just like you, like your kind.”
“My kind?!” Lucius said angrily, advancing on Charlie until they heard the door open and Ophelia walked back into the room, dressed in robes of golden satin. They all stopped and looked at her, surprised by her resemblance to a statue goddess.
“Her…Hermione?” she gasped, then looked at the others in the room in wonder and shock. Lucius still had his wand raised and pointed at Charlie, but Severus was watching her with an unreadable expression on his face that made her more nervous than any wand ever had before.
“Ophelia,” Hermione whispered gently. “It’s okay, I promise. Lucius is going to lower his wand and no one is going to hurt you.” She gave Lucius a pointed look and he slowly lowered his wand, still glaring at the accusing man in front of him.
The watery laugh from the other woman surprised them all. “It wasn’t that long ago that Ron betrayed you and it was I who was doing the taking care of,” she said, tears streaming down her face as her lip quivered slightly. “You were slowly becoming the little sister I never had and I’ve missed you so much. Please tell me you‘re still with us, Hermione.”
Hermione walked over to her friend and held her close. “I hope you know I only said what I did,” she told them both, “to assure your safety. I love you both and would die before I let anything happen to you. I wasn’t even sure it would work, to be perfectly honest with you. He’s not an easy man to manipulate.”
Charlie moved over to her, hugging both women to him as tears of regret filled his own eyes once more. “I’m so sorry, ‘Mione. So sorry I doubted you, that I gave up on you. Please forgive me.”
The three friends were so wrapped up in each other, they didn’t notice Severus slipping closer to Lucius. “See how it should be, my friend. The apology comes easily from them and the love and forgiveness comes easily from your witch. She is an amazing woman who deserves better than the likes of you.”
Lucius glared at him and then walked over to the chair, taking a seat and leaving them in the center of the room before saying, “As sweet as this little gathering is, we really should start making a plan or whatever it is you fools do.”
“Shit!” Hermione said suddenly, sharing a look of concern with Severus before turning towards the others. “He’s coming! You both have to trust us and follow our leads,” she said quickly, while Ophelia, Lucius, and Charlie looked confused, but nodded in agreement.
Hermione pointed her wand at Charlie and suddenly blood began leaking from his nose and mouth, a look of shock formed in his magically swollen and bruised eyes while Severus’ hands became scratched and bloody before their very eyes.
“What of her?” Severus asked Hermione as he slowly pushed Charlie down and said, “act as though you’re unconscious or I will make the illusion a reality.”
“I have an idea,” she whispered back. Taking Ophelia’s hand, she walked her back to stand in font of Severus before slowly opening the other woman’s robes, revealing the white, creamy flesh just above her nipples.
“Hermione, what the hell…”
Looking at them both, she spoke, “No arguments, Severus. You know what he wants.” She looked back at Ophelia, “He has to do this. Please trust me.”
Ophelia looked confused and scared, but slowly nodded her head, just as Hermione heard the door start to creep open. She pushed Severus into Ophelia, effectively pushing them so that Severus had Ophelia pinned to the wall. “Do it now!”
Ophelia gasped when Severus’ lips descended on hers and he quietly murmured, “Play along,” against her mouth. His leg slowly pushed hers apart as he grabbed her thigh and pulled it up and around his waist. It took only a second before she responded in kind, opening her mouth and meeting his tongue with her own, moaning into his mouth when one had slid up her waist to cup her breast.
Hermione stood motionless, looking for all the world like she was enjoying the show and would be joining soon.
Suddenly, she felt familiar hands running along her shoulders and warm breath on her ear, making her moan in response. “You like to watch as well, Tim molisje?” he asked seductively as she nodded her head slowly. “You never cease to amaze me.”
The two others broke apart quickly, Ophelia shrinking back into Severus out of fear of the man standing behind Hermione and now right in front of her. Surprised by her actions, he gently wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close.
“I rather thought it was Weasley that you would have been so happy to see, but I didn’t know you’d allow Severus to have so much fun with him so soon.” Voldemort moved his eyes from the bloody man and turned his attention back to the witch who was seductively pushing backwards into his growing erection.
He stepped back from her and walked to Ophelia, smirking when she cringed and pushed further into Severus. Gripping her chin tightly, he tilted her head up to face him. Her green eyes flashed in defiance as he stroked her copper hair from her face, assessing her features. “I did not realize the attraction, Severus,” he said softly. “After all this time, then?”
Severus gritted his teeth and then responded, “Unfortunately, Milord.”
“Tell me, American slave, are you a Mudblood?”
“Half-Blood, not that it matters,” she spat.
Voldemort released her sharply, “Teach her quickly, Severus, or I shall do it for you.”
“Of course, Milord,” he said quietly.
“Do not let me interrupt. I will be going on my way now. I simply wanted to see how you were faring and if the accommodations were to your liking. And Lucius, do close your mouth as it would look much more appropriate.”
Hermione glanced at Lucius and noticed the look of shock on his face before he closed his features and bowed his head. They all waited patiently until the door clicked, signaling Voldemort’s departure and allowing Hermione to breathe once more.
It was Charlie who spoke first, his voice a quiet mixture of disbelief and awe as he looked at Hermione, who was staring intently at Severus, and slowly sat up straighter. “It’s you?”
She turned her attention back to Charlie. “What’s me?”
“H…His weakness, it’s you?”
“What are you babbling about, Weasley?” Lucius asked, his concern masked by the coldness of his voice.
Ignoring Lucius, he spoke directly to Hermione. “’Tim molisje’, that’s what he calls you, right?” When she nodded her head, he continued. “Harry was talking to Remus the other day about a girl he was dreaming about. He didn’t know who it was, but it’s you,” he finished flatly.
“The name, Weasley,” Severus reminded him, looking at Hermione as her features froze in confusion.
“Yes, the name is Albanian. Loosely translated, it means ‘my weakness.’ You’re Voldemort’s weakness.”
Hermione blinked her eyes several times, unable to ignore the sharp indrawn breaths from Severus and Lucius as Charlie said the name and then understanding dawned.
“Perhaps it would be best to revisit that another time,” she said slowly. “In the meantime, he is called the Dark Lord out of respect for those that have agreed to help us. Now, let us think of a way to send you both back home.”
“What about you?” Ophelia asked, finally stepping away from Severus. “If there’s a way to send us back, then you could go as well.”
“I can’t leave,” she said quietly, glancing at Lucius before looking back to her friends. “If I were to go missing, Severus and Lucius would be punished and I can’t allow that. Besides, I have work to do here. This war will never end with the way it’s being fought. The Order now has three people on the inside and that’s our only advantage.”
“Won’t you be punished if we suddenly turn up missing?” she asked Severus as she walked closer to him and he backed up a step.
“We will find a way around that, I suppose,” he answered, now holding his ground and glaring at the witch before him. “I can simply say I disposed of Weasley,” he said, looking over to Hermione and ignoring Ophelia all together. “As for the other one, I’m not sure of the best course of action as you condemned her to the status of whore.”
“Excuse me?!” Ophelia asked incredulously, only to be ignored again.
“Honestly, Severus, what did you expect me to do?” she asked exasperatedly. “She somewhat resembles Lily and it wasn’t as though it was an entirely large stretch of the imagination to assume you’d want her. Besides, isn’t that what we slaves really are? Whores kept no better than dogs?” Her cheeks flushed with anger and Lucius jumped to his feet.
“Now wait just a damn minute. I’ve done everything in my power to make sure you have been well taken care of!”
“Yes,” she snarled, “and need I remind you of our conversation only hours ago? Would you like for me to remind you of what you said?”
“I know what I said! I know what I saw as well!”
“You know less and less every day, you arrogant bastard!” she screamed back at him.
“Perhaps,” Severus said calmly as he walked between them, “this is a conversation better left for another time. A time when there is no audience present?”
“Fine,” Hermione growled, walking away from Lucius and staring quietly out of the window.
A quiet voice broke the tense silence and had her turning around sharply to face Ophelia. “I’ll stay.”
“What?” she growled.
“It’s the only way, Hermione, and you know it. He can easily pass off Charlie as dead, but not me. I have to stay.”
“Stay here?” Severus asked in shock, speaking directly to her for the first time since the Dark Lord had left.
“Yes, as long as you refer to me as Ophelia and not ‘the other one’, then I’ll stay and help in any way I can.”
“Oh, you’ll be referred to by quite a few names. Then you might wish to be called ‘the other one,’” Hermione said sarcastically, glaring at Lucius again.
Severus threw up his hands and walked away from them. “Brilliant, just bloody brilliant! The Order meeting is tomorrow. Weasley will be returned then, along with Draco. I suggest you be ready, Granger.”
“Are you trying to be difficult, or does Ophelia scare you?”
Her question went unanswered when Lucius walked over. “I’m going as well.”
“Do what?!” Hermione screeched in surprise and Severus stood gobsmacked.
“You are taking my son to his enemies and therefore, I am going as well. I want assurances that no harm will come to him.”
“Yes,” Charlie said sarcastically, “so your pretty little self can sleep at night knowing that bastard is being taken care of.”
“Weasley…” he growled.
Hermione quickly interrupted and walked over to Charlie. “Draco has to be protected, Charlie, and I’m holding you personally responsible for his well-being. No matter what our feelings are of his father, we need him, or we‘ll lose Lucius, and the more people we have on our side, the better off we are.”
“I still don’t trust him.”
“He took a vow, he has no choice.”
Lucius’ breath hissed between his teeth. “A fact she’s rather proud of.”
“Do not forget, Malfoy,” Severus said heatedly, “that it was I who made you take the vow, not Granger. If you are angry at anyone over that fact, then be angry at me and me alone.”
“We’re leaving,” he said coldly, taking Hermione’s arm and pulling her to the door.
“My gods,” Ophelia exclaimed while Severus held him back, “she’s his slave?”
“Yes,” he answered sharply, “but it appears things between the two of them have grown rather complicated.”
“I see.”
A grin worthy of the twins graced the dragon tamers’ lips and he asked, “So, what does Harry’s mum have to do with anything?”
Severus groaned loudly, knowing it was going to be a long night.
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