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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
- 53-Ch 53
- 54-Ch 54
- 55-Ch 55
- 56-Ch 56
- 57-Ch 57
- 58-Ch 58
- 59-Ch 59
- 60-Ch 60
- 61-Ch 61
- 62-Ch 62
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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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She sat for a few minutes,
shocked.�

What had just happened?�

What had she done?!� Had she really forgotten where she was? Who
she was with?� Expected the Dark Lord to
treat her well as she would expect any normal person to?�

..well..sometimes.. he almost had she told herself.� She could explain her confused expectations
that way.�

But she had gone and done it again.. Remus would shake his head at her if he had seen how she
let her pride get in the way of protecting her skin.�

She had offended Lord Voldemort beyond reason on principle for something he had done over a year ago and which she
had already known about the entire time.

Nothing had changed.� Well.. ok.. he had..let
Lucius do that..and hadn�t
saved her.�

But only two or three days ago she had fully expected to be treated exactly how
Lucius had treated her..

no.. worse actually,

and it was only the simple fact that she had, against all expectations, been
treated well.. almost kindly..almost
with affection that caused her to
feel so upset when she found the Dark Lord had put her in that position, had
ignored her pleas for him to save her��

That small nasty voice in the back
of her mind wondered exactly how long it would be before Lucius
got the memo and turned up to pay his respects.��

She wrapped her robe around
herself more tightly.�

At least the Dark Lord hadn�t taken it away again with him when he went.� There was at least that.�

Sure.. the world is in
tatters and i�m sitting in the gutter facing an
oncoming angry mob but at least it isn�t raining.�

What if Severus came now..��

She plucked at the necklace
absently, lifting it and letting it melt between her fingers over and
over.�

She didn�t think she could stand facing a cruel and merciless professor Snape
right now.� Someone should hold her.. someone she could actually trust
not to hurt her unexpectedly the next second.��

The torch began to flicker.�

�Don�t go out!� she thought
desperately at it.�

The idea of being in this little stone box..in the
dark..� She wanted to go home.� She wanted her mother suddenly.� To sit in the living room and read a book
while her mother knitted and her father watched a documentary on
television.� What had happened to that?!.��

The torch flickered again in an
unfelt wind and she crawled on the floor to the farthest corner of the little
cell and put her back into the corner.�

It dimly registered that morel had been braced exactly like this when she had
first seen her in the cell after Rodolphus lit the
torch.� She understood now why.� She wanted to have the walls at her back, to
know that nothing was behind her, that whatever might come, it would be only
from in front of her.��

The torch went out.�

She whimpered slightly between her teeth and tried to see.� Waited for her eyes to
adjust but they didnt.� There was no light at all in here.� There wasn�t the faintest glimmer for her
optical receptors to make use of. �

She shivered.� It was cold.�
It would be even worse in here if she had no robe.�� She tucked her knees in under her chin and
wrapped her arms around her legs tightly, bending her head to rest her forehead
on her knees.� She tried to stop
thinking.�

There had been a sound.� She had woken.� She wasn�t sure.� It was dark.�
Much darker than her room usually was.�

Reality hit her again and she
remembered she was in a cell.�

She had thought she heard a crack
of apparition.�

She listened as hard as she could
but everything was silent.� It might have
been in her dream.�

She had been dreaming of the Dark Lord.� He
had been beautiful and young and he
had held her tenderly and told her he forgave her and that he was going to give
her back her magic. And then he asked her to marry him.�

She smirked faintly at the idea.�
Stupid!�

A faint scuff sound brought her
senses to full alert.�

Something had moved.� Someone had moved their foot.� There was someone in the room.�

Her hair felt like it had become
wires in her scalp and her body prickled with goosebumps.�

Should she try to move?�� There was nowhere to go.�

Who was here?� Where were they?!�

She thought she heard a breath over to the left a few metres away.� That was not where the scuff had come
from.�

Was there more than one person or were they just very good at moving
quietly?� Why hadn�t they lit the
torch?�

They were doing this intentionally to frighten her.�

It was working.�

She started to shake. �It was too much to think it might be the Dark
Lord come back to forgive her.�

Could it be Severus?�

Would that be a good thing?�

He had held her.. he had
comforted her.. and that was after the bath..� maybe he would come here and save her?�

But if he was here to save her he
would have lit the torch by now.� If it
was him, he was not here for anything good..�

It could be Lucius.� It could be Lucius and Draco.� It could be some other horrible person she
didn�t even know.�

Somehow that was the worst thought of all.�
It could be some unknown man (or woman, she acknowledged, trying to be
fair) some person who just decided to drop in and torture her for a while for a
laugh. �

She tried not to breathe and to
listen as hard as she could.�

There was silence for a while and then ..over to the right by the wall, only a few metres away
� the worst sound she had ever heard.�

She had never heard it before but she could identify it immediately even
so.�

Someone was scraping something metal, something sharp, across the stones of the
wall slowly.�

She clenched herself around her
knees and tried not to go mad and start screaming.�

She did not see or hear anything
but she felt a body lower itself slowly to its knees before her,
there was a feeling of enclosure.�
Whoever it was had put their arms on the two walls either side of her,
boxing her in.�

She felt them leaning in toward her, couldn�t judge the distance.. Her heart was threatening to beat out of her chest.�

She tucked her head in even tighter and felt the now familiar tears starting to
slip out and dampen her robe.�

Hair brushed her cheek and she flinched away.�

The next thing she felt was a
rough face press itself against her ear and a voice rasped angrily�

�Hello pet...did you miss me?�

She stiffened.� Rodolphus!! �She didn�t know whether to be terrified or
sing for joy.� Rodolphus
hadn�t hurt her before..

but then she was protected then..

and he had certainly proved that he could hurt
others..

And she had caused him so much punishment and pain from the Dark Lord and then Lucius.� It was
horrible what they had done to him.� He
hadn�t deserved it.�

She whispered relieved and guilty� �I�m so glad
you�re ok!��

He drew back slightly and she felt
the point of a knife dragged gently down the curve of her back.

�Are you now..��

Fear bubbled up in her anew.� But she
couldn�t deny that she was also still relieved.. and a part of her felt reluctantly that Rodolphus
probably deserved retribution upon her body for his treatment.

�Yes� she whispered.� �I�m sorry..�

The torch suddenly sparked into
life and she looked up, blinking in the unaccustomed light, into the
unnaturally haggard looking.. face
of Rodolphus.�

�Oh my god..�
she murmured, shocked at how changed he looked.�
Thinner..�
his skin mottled and rough..his
eyes burning in his tight skull.� She
couldn�t help herself, she threw her arms around his
neck and pulled herself to him.

Angry, hurt, her heart aching.

�Its wrong.�
What they did.. I didn�t know..
I�m so, so, sorry.�

He seemed to stiffen in surprise
but then she felt his tense body soften slightly and he dropped his head into
the curve of her neck.� She held him more
tightly..until she felt him lick her neck, slowly.. lingeringly.

She tried to remain perfectly still.

Alarm bells were flashing in her head.� �Vampire! Vampire! Vampire!�
You just threw yourself at a starving vampire!��

She felt him snigger against her throat.

�I had forgotten how amusing you
were, pet.��

He kissed her throat gently,
licking up the pale column again.. but
now it reminded her somewhat of the way one eats an ice cream. He was nuzzling
her.�

�You will let me now.. won�t you pet?!.. after I bled for you.. I bled..so much for you..�

he growled the last words, snarling slightly. �She flinched at that..
feeling her heart break again slightly like it had
when Severus had told her what happened to Rodolphus.� She was more than afraid..but..she felt a sense of oweness.�� And..perhaps..maybe.. a little attraction.�

Possibly.�

But that was not the point obviously.�

�Will you kill me if I do?� she
whispered against his ear.��

He growled low in his throat,
nipping her neck with his teeth.� �...I
will try not to..��

She tried to pull back and he refused to let her.� She turned her head against his face, rubbing
up to him and licked at his ear. He growled again and opened his mouth against
her neck.. she could feel two
sharp points now.�

�Will you kiss me?� she
whispered?� �Will you...make it nice.. for me..� she hushed, unable to
keep the hope out of her voice. �He
turned his head and violently crushed his mouth against her.� She met him as forcefully as she could manage,
thrusting her tongue against his..

His arms wrapped around her and she uncurled her legs, lowering them and
fumbling, putting her hands on his shoulders, not breaking the hard passionate
kisses as she struggled to her knees before him, wrapping her arms around his
neck.

He pulled her tighter against him and she felt herself lifted to straddle his
knees, her robe riding up her legs, lifted further till her naked sex rested
over the hard bulge in his leathers.�

Probing with her tongue she could
feel the sharp extended points of his teeth now.� One of them pricked her tongue sharply and Rodolphus responded rabidly, sucking at her mouth.

She could not help but feel his blind need, his hunger.� She turned her face, kissing his jaw.�

He licked her. Nipping and sucking his way down to her neck again.�

His growl didn�t sound quite..human.. anymore.. and she was a little afraid again.� She could feel the solid bar of his cock hard
in his pants pressed tightly against her flesh.�

The leather was strangely exciting and was damp with her juices now,
slippery.�

He held one hand in the small of
her back and the other around her shoulders, pinning her to him, and now he
began to grind against her.�

She reacted, rocking her hips, feeling herself beginning to pant.�

His mouth was pressed over her jugular again..his hot
tongue licking it somehow mindlessly, like a hungry animal.�

She could feel her orgasm
building. �Say yes..� he ground out against her skin..
low.. threatening, pressing
her harder against the thick raised line of his cock, as she rubbed herself
against it.�

�Yes..�
she sighed and his sharp teeth suddenly bit down.�

She stiffened in shock.. it hurt.. but
he was bucking against her pussy harder now and the pain seemed to fade away..

it felt like..�

it felt a little like when she was using that new
magic.. a pulsing rushing feeling.. but
it was darker.. warmer..

He was making little sucking
slurping sounds, she registered faintly.�
Little murmurs of pleasure..

She felt slightly faint but the
thrust of his hips and the wonderful slick slide of that thick weight against
her was forcing her body to respond..She felt the
crest approach and Rodolphus seemed to bite down on
her throat again, harder, and a towering wave of pleasure drowned her, flowed
through her entire body, melted her mind to a single
shuddering naked neuron.�

It went on and on, it didn�t abate at all, she was flying at the highest point,
aching in bliss...even while she felt herself weaken..her
hands falling away from Rodolphus neck limply.�

She dimly registered him growling
in fury and frustration, tearing himself away from her throat.� She thought she felt his wand stroking over
her wound.. it all didn�t
matter very much.� It was time to sleep
for a while.�

She woke slowly, groggily, in the
dark.� There were arms around her holding
her tightly.� She attempted to make out
where she was.� She felt strange.. somewhat disconnected from
everything around her.�

A hot tongue traced up the shell
of her ear from behind.� She startled
slightly.� It was dark.� She felt afraid and confused and the urge to
panic hovered at the edge of her mind threateningly.�

A candle flickered into life a
metre or so away on the floor.��

It illuminated stone.� She was in a cell.�

She was lying on a thin mattress facing the dark expanse of a room.�

A sudden pinch of panic gripped
her.� Who was with her?!� She last remembered being with Rodolphus.. being.. most enjoyably.. with Rodolphus in fact.�

�Please, please, please let that be him behind me� she
thought. �

A hand stroked down the side of her body gently, as if stroking a cat.�

�I�m glad you feel that way, pet� Rodolphus gravelled from somewhere just behind her
neck.�

She struggled to turn.� He lifted his
hand, not touching her, allowing her to move until she lay on her back looking
up at the him lying on his side along her length.�

It almost didn�t look like the
same person.�

His skin was full, smooth, taut, healthy, his eyes glinted blackly in the dim yellow light,
his lips had colour.� They were darker.� Even his hair appeared to shine with
health.�

She sighed in satisfaction.� She did this.. she made him better.�
She had caused him pain but she had made him better.�

She breathed out, relieved, and let her eyes close.�

He lowered himself from the elbow
he had been resting upon to lie lower on his side, his head on his curved arm,
the other arm curling over her waist possessively.� After lying peacefully in the dim candlelight
for a minute he spoke softly.

�I moved you to another cell.� I will not
let them have you.� As you are no longer his you will be mine.� Are you in agreement?��

She thought about this.� Did she want to be with Rodolphus..� She was slightly
surprised to find a not insignificant part of herself that did.� That agreed eagerly and wanted to turn and
cling to him and kiss him again.� But the
rest of her immediately started putting up arguments.�

The Dark Lord wanted her to be
miserable and wracked with pain.� He
wanted to punish her.�

..for hurting him.. she added
reluctantly.�

He would check on her one way or another to be sure she was suffering and give
her a chance to beg him for forgiveness.�
Then he would realise that Rodolphus had
helped her and he would hurt him
again.�

She didnt
want him to.� She didnt
want anyone to ... what if he killed him?

The thought abruptly fell on her mind like vultures picking at a weak
lamb.�

He very nearly killed him last
time.. This was so much worse.� This was open insubordination.� He would be destroyed!� Probably agonizingly.�

�Ah pet..
it touches me that you worry what could happen to me
more than what will happen to
you.�� What makes you think that the Dark
Lord won�t be happy to allow me to
make you suffer?��

She hadn�t thought of that.. But the thought was discarded before a shudder could even
build.�

He wouldn�t.� He was jealous and
possessive.�

Even in his wrath.�

It hadn�t been what Rodolphus had done before that put him in harm�s way, it
had been what she had wanted him to
do to her.. she had wanted
him.. and the Dark Lord saw and was jealous.�

He punished Rodolphus because he couldn�t punish her
without damaging his own interests.��

After she had responded so strongly to his cruciatus he had left and sought the
other person involved.�

He would probably allow any death
eater here to harm her right now except
Rodolphus.�

He would be pissed when he ..if he..found her with him.�

Lucius would probably be the first in line to seek
her out and then he would run and tell the Dark Lord she was missing.�

She felt a horrible aching dread
in her gut.� She was going to have to go
back to her cell and ..endure.. whatever
happened.� Or Rodolphus
could die.�

The Dark Lord would probably make her watch.�

�Can you obliviate
me?� she whispered miserably.� Rodolphus stiffened and his hand that had been gently
stroking her stilled.� �You want to
forget me?�

�I don�t want him to hurt you when
he sees how i feel in my mind� she tried to
explain.�

�No. Pet.� I can�t obliviate
you.� I don�t want you to go back.� You are mine
now.� He said he didn�t want you.� He told everyone they could have you.� I
will have you now. ��

She sighed..
wanting to just forget concern and cling onto that
idea.

She could be Rodolphus� girl..pet..whatever.. because the Dark Lord
didn�t want her anymore.�

�It�s not true.� she said
finally.�

�He will never let me go.� I�m too
valuable. Or.. what I can do is. �I�m
not.� He won�t stop till he finds a way
to bend me into what he wants.� He only
put me here to punish me for saying something rather nasty. �

He�s... he�s taken my magic away.�

The arm around her tightened
suddenly.� �What are you talking
about?� Why?� You don�t even have a wand. What did you
do?!�

She rolled her face toward him,
watching the unease and concern flash over his face.. he was so much more expressive than the others she
realised.� His face was more.. alive.. which was
rather paradoxical, she mused.�

She said in a small voice �I
shouldn�t tell you.� It won�t be good for
you if you know. If he hasn�t told you then he doesn�t want you to know.� But it�s enough to say that this lovely
trinket� she lifted her necklace slightly �binds my magic.� I would be utterly helpless now even if I had
a wand.��

He took the necklace from her
fingers quickly and lifted it, peering closely at it and was surprised when it
melted through his fingers falling back down on her chest, when he lifted it
too high.�

�It doesn�t come off� she
sighed.� �I suspect only He can remove it.��

Rodolphus
shifted around, slipping onto his back and stretching till he could reach his
wand and draw it.� He cast a bright lumos
and picked the necklace up again inspecting it closely.�

�I�ve never seen anything like it�
he said finally, uneasily, letting it fall.�

He hesitated for a moment before offering her his wand. ��You really can�t do any magic at all?��

She took his wand and a tiny spark
of hope that had ignited in her extinguished while she watched her lumos
fail.� She tried several times and eventually
passed the wand back.� �It�s just a stick
to me now..� she muttered.��

He lay back and stared up at the
stone ceiling. �I understand� he said finally, quietly.��

She turned to him questioningly.�

�The only way you can be a witch
again is if you give the Dark Lord whatever it is he wants from you.� Even if I could save you from the other death
eaters and were permitted to keep you..our lord would
never release you.� You would live like a
squib for the rest of your life.�� He paused.. �It is too much to sacrifice.��

Her heart melted suddenly.� Rodolphus was..so..�

She turned quickly and curled herself around his body.� After a second he extracted his arm and
wrapped her close to him, turning his head against her.�

She felt a cool sensation and knew that he had sniffed her again.� She quirked.�

�What do I smell like to you?!�
she asked curiously.� He smiled against
her skin.

�Fresh..�
he said. �and bright, clear.. like
the sound of a silver bell.� And
sunlight.�� He licked her gently.� �Taste clean.�
So young.�
Woman.� Virgin..� he growled the last word softly
and his tongue slipped out to lick her again as if she were some kind of
lollipop.� He was turning his body toward
her now, both his arms slipping around her and pulling her closer.�

She didn�t know if she could survive letting him feed on her again so soon.

�Mmm..� don�t
worry, pet.� I won�t break you.� He
murmured against her, nuzzling her with his nose, his hands wandering down her
body.�

She wondered whether he was
talking about killing her or taking her virginity.� His face dropped to hers.�

�Both� he growled against her lips and kissed her, gently this time.�

She clung to him, afraid of ...everything..� and afraid for him
too.�

His hand slid down her body as if
he were stroking a cat.� �I will take you
back now.� You make me hungry
again.��

He withdrew one hand and reached
for his wand, apparating them where they lay back into the cell Hermione had
been in before.�

It was identical with the exception that it was dark and lacked the thin
mattress so they fell the few inches to the floor together.�

Rodolphus
rolled her onto her back on the stone floor and kissed her some more.� She felt intoxicated by him.�

He stroked his hand down her arm till he found her hand and gripped it gently,
pulling it up their bodies till he could hold it against his cheek.�

�You will give me a small taste
before I leave you, pet, wont you?�� he breathed against her face in the pitch black room.

She was unsure. �He might get carried away.�

He had turned his face against her hand and was licking up the length of her
fingers with his hot slick tongue.�

It tickled and felt..very interesting.. her sex reported that it was an interesting sensation indeed
and wouldn�t he like to suck her finger a little.�

No sooner thought than done, he
was slipping her index finger into his hot wet mouth and nibbling on it.

It was incredibly arousing in the pitch darkness.�

He turned her hand slightly and then she felt a sharp pain in the pad of her
finger as he bit down on it lightly.�

It hurt.. but no more than a
paper cut or a slip with a knife in potions.�

He was sucking at her finger harder now, moaning softly with obvious
enjoyment.�

She raised her other hand and ran
it through his hair gently.� �will you visit me?� she asked, knowing she shouldn�t.�

It would be better if she didn�t get him in any more trouble.�

�Yes� he growled around her
finger, almost helplessly.�

He sucked harder and she felt his
tooth prick lightly against her finger again before he reluctantly, almost
angrily, pulled her finger from his mouth and kissed her again.� He tasted coppery and sweet.� He drew back again.� �Goodnight, pet..�
he gravelled at her and rolled off her.. a second
later he disapparated.

She lay on her back on the stone
floor in the pitch black silence feeling empty.�
She wished he would come back � knew that there was no use thinking
about him.�

It abruptly occurred to her that
someone might have visited her room �the Dark Lord might have visited her room
while she was wherever Rodolphus took her.��

She hoped not.�

Maybe no one would notice.�

Perhaps the Dark Lord wouldn�t
think to look at her mind if..when.. he eventually turned up.�

She felt better now though.� Less frightened than she
had been before.�

Rodolphus
was the master of the dungeons.� If
anyone came to her cell he would know.�
He would..maybe.. protect
her from the worst death eaters.�

Unless the Dark Lord had specifically given them access.�

He wouldn�t though, she hoped.�
He didn�t really mean it.� He hasn�t really abandoned me.�

She turned onto her side and curled
up into a foetal position, closing her eyes, which made no difference to the
quality of the darkness around her.�

She could feel her bladder pressing slightly. Soon she would need to use the
bathroom and then she would have to crawl around in the dark looking for that
horrible hole in the floor.� This really
was a terrible place to put a person.�

How many others were in here.� There had been
dozens and dozens of rooms.. Rodolphus
had three floors of them.�

How many of her former friends and allies were only a few walls away right
now?�

Kingsley or Luna or even Ron could be in the next room and she�d never even
know.�

Would Luna be in here?�

She was a pureblood and a Ravenclaw.� She�d probably see the sense in giving up the
fight and bowing to the Dark Lord.�

She felt her thoughts beginning to
drift slightly.� It was so dark and there
were no sounds.�

It was..peaceful, in a ridiculously ascetic way, in
here, now that she had accepted her fate.. accepted
that she could do nothing to prevent whatever would happen to her.��

Good.. she thought absently.. if I sleep
maybe I can put off peeing a little longer.�

She rested her head on her arm and
let sleep take her again.�

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