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After our bath, Tom decided to call off his plans and we trained until nightfall. I wasn’t allowed my wand yet, Riddle wanted to work on my Fae magik. I showed him what I could do; mainly grow medium sized trees and summon specific items from thin air. It was very taxing thanks to superfluous energy used a mere steamy hour ago. Tom stands over me as I try to heal an injured Bowtruckle, one of the poor creature’s limbs were hanging from a few wiry threads. Surprisingly, Tom puts the creature under stasis, rendering the guardian unconscious. I quietly ask him why as I try and focus
he replies, “I figured the screaming would bother his lioness.”
That instantly brings me back to Tom’s words from earlier but I try to concentrate on reforming this bow truckle’s entire arm, however, it was quite difficult when you had a Dark Lord breathing down your neck… Tom stated that he felt a pull from the very moment I touched his Horcrux journal…don’t deny that you didn’t feel the same electric jolt the moment your finger brushed the smooth leather, that’s why you told Harry it was evil… I huff in irritation…this just makes everything more difficult.
“Focus Hermione, although I assume this may be too advance for you, I did score higher than you on OWLs”, growls Tom darkly, he continues to circle around me.
I close my eyes, okay that’s it, he’s been so brash after our little bath. I’ve had enough
“ Tom Marvolo Riddle I’m mature enough to admit that I’m mentally distracted right now, as I should be, not even two hours ago you profess what could only be your version of “ I love you”. You... my enemy, who I shouldn’t even be having this conversation with”, I spew.
… or feelings for that matter, I think in irritation and my magic agrees.
“You…you continue to keep me guessing and I know you do that because it amuses you! I mean really, one day I’m your enemy, forced to kneel at your feet and the next I’m your equal? Your supposed queen? I mean honestly I’m getting whiplash from the mixed messages here, Oh I feel so sorry for your death eaters if this is how you relay orders!”, I stare angrily as I feel my magik crackle underneath my skin.
Riddle continues to stare at me in amusement. Oh, I’m not done you smug bastard.
“And I’ll have you know that I received ten O’s and one E in defense against the Dark Arts!, and at that time I was still muggleborn raised and fighting a lifelong war thanks to a megalomaniac …besides, I scored all O’s on my NEWT’s” I grumbly add as I continue to stare at him, he really gets me riled up so easily.
My hands remained over the Bowtruckle forgotten. Riddle stares at my irate eyes and smiles sweetly before stooping down and removing my hands from the tree guardian.
“It appears that I have an effect on you as well, my dear”
I stare down at the fully revived Bowtruckle. The newly formed flesh was a brighter green than rest of the little creature’s dark green body, like fresh saplings.
He was right, and I was screwed.

I couldn’t sleep, I kept going over Tom’s words from earlier. It didn’t help that I could feel Tom’s warmth behind me. After his exhausting training, we had a simple dinner and went to bed. Riddle promised that in months’ time I should be able to heal human wounds without much concentration. I certainly hope he’s not going to create volunteers.
I turn over to peer at Tom, heavy with sleep he looked like a regular man, his devilishly angelic face was relaxed in the lulls of sleep. I breathe in his scent before drifting off... ink…cinnamon…leather…power…

I awaken in quite a peculiar dream.
The warm sunlight is the first thing I notice, it’s warm embrace a stark difference to the chamber. I open my eyes to find myself staring at a patch of warm green grass, I sit in confusion as I take in my surroundings. It appears that I have been transferred to a small circular patch of grass surrounded by beautiful trees, they were very tall and covered with soft green moss. I could tell this forest was ancient, the way the trees stood, and the breeze that blew said that very much. I felt safe here, I quickly realize. I look at my attire and observe that I’m in a beautifully modest ivory maxi dress. The fabric was unfamiliar but felt like cooled water through my hands. Where am I…
“ Mione?”
My heart stills as I know whose voice still gives me flutters. I turn around with tears in my eyes.
Harry…
Harry stands about a foot away from me, his expression is awed as he takes in my form. I stare fixed to my spot. Harry has no glasses and his green eyes sparkle with a fire I have not seen for years. His unruly black hair stood windswept and his face had its infamous gobsmacked look. I don’t care if I’m dreaming… I run to Harry and crash into him, I instantly clutch his chest in a tight embrace. He wraps his arms around me and borrows his head into my fluff of riotous curls.
“You smell like sunshine Mione”, whispers Harry softly. I sob quietly as I breathe in Harry’s chest.
“You smell the same as if you were really here Harry”, his scent of broom handle polish, butterbeer, and well just home; brings back fond memories. I break from my contact and stare at Harry, he stares back sheepishly while running his hands through his unruly hair.
“ Well, I reckon I really am… well real, well I mean I’m visiting your dream state from Fae world..Tar na..”
“ Tír na nÓg!?” I say in excitement, so my theory was right. Harry and Ron were safe in Tír na nÓg…and apparently, I have somehow astral traveled to my homeland … and Harry is here.
I stare at Harry differently before jumping up and kissing him passionately as I tug on his black hair, it’s not long before I feel a slight zap of pain.

“ Ah!”
I jump up in fear and look around in confusion before I realize that I was back in the silken bed, with a now very grumpy dark lord.
Why did I wake up? last thing I remember I was trying to snog Harry senseless…
“What is wrong Hermione? growls Riddle. He shifts over and stares at me clearly annoyed.
My heart pounds as I think probably for the twentieth time how grateful I am that Tom couldn’t read my mind.
“ Oh ..I had a bad dream…sorry” I edge a little away from his form, my heart was in my throat and I didn’t want to give him any misgivings.
“There’s a dreamless potion in the drawer near the bed….do take some. I have a very busy day ruling the magical world. Goodnight lioness … or perhaps the next time you wake me, I shall sleep with a part of me inside of you”, Riddle growls his voice heavy with sleep. He turns over and is surely dreaming about world domination… sweet dreams
I shiver as I drink the potion, knowing Riddle that threat could mean many different possibilities. I fall asleep faintly; recalling a chilling memory when I was strewn on the frigid sand, a foreign object around my throat
“ It has many little secrets I can't wait to explore”

“That snakey bastard!” I growl as I wake up to the same sun-dappled patch of heaven. Harry is still waiting in the same area, he perks up at my arrival.
“What has he done!?”
“He’s magicked this damned collar to not only make me obey his orders but apparently also harm anyone who tries to be sexually intimate with me. I’m sure since we're not corporeal form, that zap was the worst it should be. Although I’m sure I’ll wake up if we instantly become intimate…wanna have a go and conclude my theory? I ask suggestively as I slowly saunter over to him.
Harry smiles and his green eyes twinkle. “Come over here beautiful.”

This time I was ready for the jolt as I wake up, slightly groggy from the potion. I turn over and see that Tom was still sleeping. I could just smuggle his beautiful face with this pillow…
I quickly succumb to the drowsy lulls of the potion and astral travel to Harry

“ Looks like Riddle thought of everything, huh?” Harry stoically says. He stares at me with malleable eyes as I arise from the soft grass and sit beside him.
“ Yes well, Riddle had over a year of planning. I’m just happy to see you again Harry, to be able to feel your warmth.”, I hug him to emphasizes and he smiles before returning the embrace.
“ How’s Ron doing?” , I ask as I get comfortable. Harry shifts closer to me and kisses my forehead before replying.
“Ron is back to normal, thanks to you, He’s ready to go back and save you and Ginny. He’s also been really helpful with the maps your father left.”
we continue to sit upon the soft grass, Harry lays his head in my lap and we spend the next few hours talking about everything up to now. Harry gives me a letter and promises to let me read it when he leaves, I would apparently have about ten minutes before my incorporeal form will be drawn back it’s shell. Harry also promises to bring Fae books and maps with him the next time we dream this heaven together.
I may not be able to be intimate with Harry, but just being able to hear his heartbeat and feel his skin was enough. I twirl flowers through Harry’s wild hair as we come up with a plan. Harry tells me the great news of there being a sister pearl as well as a portal created by my king father. I tell him my plan of binding Riddle to my Fae world, I leave out the mention of likely being bound with him…unless there’s a way I can remove this collar and reclaim my essence he possessed.
Harry and Ron’s job will be too deliver the pearl and then look for an alternative portal back to Earth when I bind Tom… also Harry came up with the brilliant idea of helping Neville and Luna escape with Ginny to Tír na nÓg. That’s where we decide was safe for everyone to be, at least until we figure out how to seal Riddle there. Luna will also be a great addition to Fae world, she will be able to keep them out of trouble with her otherworldly knowledge. Harry finds a rune schematic that will subdue a wizard’s power for one hour. He wanted to trap Riddle disguised as a Polyjuice death eater and then commence with the plan. I smirk at the thought of how livid Tom will.
It’s then that we decide to wait until the Halloween ball the Malfoy’s are having and to set the portal there. I promised Harry that I will have created a way to converse; besides awaiting nightfall. The ball is the perfect decoy, this way I’ll be more likely able to slip away and obtain the pearl as well as help Ginny, Luna, and Neville, escape to Tír na nÓg.
There will be so much debauchery and revelry that a few minutes of disappearing would be all I needed to change places with a Polyjuiced Draco or Blaise…. it was brilliant… I was starting to feel a plan coming along… that reminds me…
I stare at Harry as he begins to fall asleep, the beautiful sunlight was warming and welcoming.
“ Harry?” I murmur as I softly blow on his eyelashes.
“Mmhm?” , Harry mumbles half asleep. I take this time to slowly unravel the letter from my father. The letter was on thick creamy paper, the ink was a beautiful gold ink that glimmered in the sunlight. I began reading as Harry slept contently on my lap.

Dearest Hermione,
I hope that you have found this cabin with no strife, there’s not much I can do at the weakened state I’m in, but I have set up ancient wards to protect the perimeter. Please use this time to heal and plan your freedom. I regret how your mother and I could not be there to see the strong, beautiful, intelligent, woman we know you are to be.
I must beg for your forgiveness Hermione, I was tricked at the Unseelie Court, almost eight hundred years ago. The ever sly, Salazar Slytherin used this opportunity to gain immortality for his bloodline. I wish I could take the debt from you, my beautiful daughter who will know nothing of her heritage until it’s too late. Alas, I could not take the life debt’s burden; however, I can help you along your way as an immortal.
In this cabin, you will find a vast amount of survival equipment, wands, medical supplies, maps, and fae books. I have a map that activates and will reveal the location of Seelie Court, however, you must be touching this personally my dear daughter. The Seelie court, though most likely extinct by now, has been hidden for a millennium and shall continue till the worlds return to dust.
The day you were born was the day Amelia died, It took almost all my energy to create a portal to the mortal realm and bestowed you upon a newly grieving mortal couple, they lost their infant child during delivery and I took that opportunity to bind your fae powers until you were of Fae age and charm the mortals to view you as their own, I know over time the love they bestowed was genuine. I wanted you to have a normal life Hermione, a normal life with a normal loving family.
If you are anything like your mother, then I know that you will use the first pearl that I gave to the nymph Eurydice, to save your loved ones. If this is the case, the pearl has a sister, one that will send you back to the cabin. I have used the rest of my essence to create a portal, a way to travel back to earth one more time. The portal shall stay open for fifteen minutes after the rift if opened, all you must do is hold the pearl and think about the location you want the portal to open in the mortal world. Take this chance to grab all your loved ones and escape the heir of Slytherin.
Your mother was a beautiful and strong woman, her intelligence was above none other and her tongue was just as sharp. I saw that same spark in your infant eyes, as well as her beautiful curls. Hermione, I would die a thousand more times if it gave you a chance at happiness. I beg you to take heed stay out of Unseelie lands, a dark place where magik older than time lies ravenous and waiting, you are the daughter of Oberon and shall be highly coveted. Go live, Hermione.

I wish you the best my beautiful Hermione,
Love your father, King Oberon

I feel a lump in my throat as I reread the letter two more times. I knew nothing of my real father and mother…but it still ached… although my muggle parents will always be first in my heart… I wanted that missing piece only my real parents could fill. I vow to find Seelie Court and look for more clues.
I stare down at Harry. He looks quite happy and at peace, I’m sure he hasn’t been getting much sleep worrying about me.
“Bye Harry …” I whisper softly as I gently kiss Harry on the lips;

I’m instantly jolted awake. Once again, I was in the enemy’s bed…
I refused to answer the question gnawing within me and I push the dilemma to the back of my mind, I’m more willing to mentally go over alchemy calculations. I lay in the early morning listening to Tom’s breathing as I battle the waging war within me.
It’s a little before 4 am as I slowly slide out of the silken bed. I wanted to run a lap or two on the track Riddle conjured into the bathroom, like the room needed to be any bigger. I allow my mind to wander over this months event. From my birthday all the towards last night’s astral journey. I seriously had too much to deal with right now…and how in the hell can a witch have feelings for two wizards?... on top of that Tom and Harry were different in many ways. Harry was like warm butterscotch and sweaters and cozy fires, Harry was comfort… home. I imagine being on the run with someone for years kinda does that to you; Now Riddle…well, Riddle was taboo, he was an electric storm, he was the rush you got when sneaking into a forbidden. Whereas Harry was comfort and practicality, Riddle was addicting poison. My own personal drug.
I feel a slight breeze as I see Tom pass me with long deep strides, his one step was about two worth of mine. I keep my pace as I watch Riddle throw out an easy lap before slowing down to my normal pace. The spongy track matches the rhythm of my beating heart as I try and subtly view Riddle sideways. He keeps up easily with my pace.
“ Good morning princess, did you sleep well?”
“ Before you or after you threatened to stick your prick into me?, I say with ease…running has always been my specialty. Just ask all the snatchers and Death Eaters I’ve left in my dust, that’s the thing with war; you need to know the difference between standing your ground and running to fight another day.
“ I assure you, Hermione, that it wasn’t a threat…more like a gift really”, with that taunt Riddle speeds up and I try to catch up to him, a smile on my face. He really does keep me on my toes.

After about four miles worth of laps, Tom finally allows us to stop. I ask him why so much running when I needed the energy to train my fae magik. He replied that when I most likely would really need my magik, would be at a time when I was physically exhausted and likely dealing with a life or death matter… and cardio was good for the body.
“Okay so when am I allowed my wand?” I ask eagerly. We have just bathed in warm soapy water and consumed a quick breakfast of fruit and eggs. Riddle was heading towards the hallway, I follow him demanding an answer. We promptly stop in the sliver circular room and Tom goes to the right black door. I quickly hasten my steps. He’s never opened the two other doors!...nor did trying to lift the wards help. I latch onto Tom as he opens the door. I peer into a long dark corridor, at the end I notice a faint green glow. I didn’t like the vibes.
I snap out of my logical calculations to see Riddle’s hand extended and he nonverbally summons comfortable clothes for the both of us.. I really was getting too used to walking around naked with him, for some reason I’m getting chilling drawls of magic towards the door
“Where exactly does this lead to Tom?” , I truly was curious to know. The possibilities were endless, the Chamber of Secrets was plural for a reason.
“This door leads to the Ancient House of Slytherin, grab my arm, Hermione”.
I grab Riddle’s arm for dear life.
That would explain it.

The Ancient House of Slytherin

I hold on to Riddle we continue onward. Riddle stares down at me in amusement.
“ You are relatively safe with me Hermione, honestly I’m insulted”, Tom says this while showing a dazzling smile. My knees go weak, seriously he knew the effect he had on me.
“ It’s just… I feel a weird pull towards that area” I point towards the faint green glow, we were halfway there before Riddle stops and hold me at arm’s length away.
“ Go on…” , Tom stares at me with black tunnels. I bite my lip and stare back at the weird green glow, before staring back at Tom’s face.
“I can't really explain it, I just feel this…taunting pull towards that way, I know I shouldn’t go but I want too… it’s like a dark tome that you know you shouldn’t read, but it still calls to your curiosity” , I finish this sentence as I drag my gaze towards the door… the pull was quite peculiar…
“Interesting…” , I hear Riddle distantly as he wraps his arms around my shoulders.
“Stay close little lioness”

The rest of the journey doesn’t take long, I continue to feel the dark and enticing pull towards Riddle’s family home. We arrive at an elegant black door, as I peer closer I observe that the entire door was etched with a writhing mass of stilled snaked. The stoned scales were shiny liked opalescent oil. The torches attached to both sides of the door give off a green flickering illumination, giving the stone snakes the impression of writhing. I shudder as I slowly approach the door, above the door I observe elegant Latin etched upon the mantle.
Domus et Serpentium

“ The House of Snakes” I murmur out loud, I start to grow excited with curiosity!
Besides Riddle, who knows the last time a person has seen the private home for Salazar Slytherin… Although he was a racist trickster he was still wickedly brilliant and contributed to many magical advancements during the Middle Ages.

“Tom… where exactly does this place lead too? I can’t possibly believe that Slytherin would have his private home literally next to Hogwarts. “, I run my fingers over the snakes in curiosity and shiver at the apprehension.

“Correct, my ancestor has charmed the mansion to appear anywhere you desire, no easy feat I imagine. However, the main area I prefer is in a secluded French countryside.”, Riddle slowly walks towards the serpentine door and places his left hand on the stoned serpents before hissing a long string of syllables. I jump back startled as the snakes slowly began to move towards the perimeter creating an archway and revealing a gothic mansion surrounded by a beautiful gothic courtyard. Riddle extends his arm and gently helps me through the archway. When I turn around I notice that the stone archway was attached to a high wrought iron gate. The courtyard was dark stone and withered plants. The Mansion itself was taller than wide, It reached five levels of sprawling dark grey stone and black marble. serpent faced gargoyles lay scattered menacingly throughout the impressive tower. The mansion was beautiful, in a dark foreboding way. It didn’t help that the land outside the wrought iron gates was a sprawling tumble of grassy hills and vineyards, a stark difference to the neglected gardens we trod through. I still felt a dark pull toward the Mansion, like it beckoned for me. I swallow the lump in my throat as I’m led towards the house of Salazar Slytherin.

Upon entrance, I am immediately shocked at how modern the main level was. Riddle kept true to the style plan he had in the chamber, black and silver marble decked everything. The main entrance of the mansion had a very high ceiling light and a rather large winding staircase of black marble, there were giant stone snakes withered throughout the banister. I peer up to view a dazzling chandelier of pure emerald, I observe that the staircase seemed to ascend at least five levels. To the left I glimpse an unused dining room, the right held double door that remained closed. We slowly ascend towards the second floor before heading towards the double doors directly adjacent to the sprawling stairway.

Tom opens the door and awaits my response.

I stare at the beautiful room. I was half library and well half laboratory. The lab was quite modern, everything was white and glass. There was an array of different sized glass vials filled with potions ingredients, as well as different types of cauldrons. Pewter, bronze, gold, even glass. The rest of the lab as covered with glass boards to write down calculations and notes. The library…oh the library was too die for. It was quite vast having three levels and reaching about half a football fields length. The bookshelves were solid gold and were elegantly carved with flowers, lions, eagles, and tiny snakes. The front of the room had a simple furniture set amongst about a hundred fluffy pillows, they ranged in size and color, dark blues and sultry reds to bright bronze and golden shimmery tufts of fabric. I could read here all day, I dreamily contemplate as I stare at the welcoming fire. This room was perfect…

“You made this for me?” , I turn to face Tom, he has been watching me with fascination, his magic was excitedly lapping at my ankles, as if calming waves of dark power. Riddle slowly walks over to me, nodding as he takes in my schoolgirl giddiness, my cheeks were flushed with the excitement… the very idea of reading all these books was making me salivate. Riddle brushes his thumb softly over my lips.

“ Yes, you required a lab to conduct experiments and I had the extra room here. I do hope you like it?” , Riddle asks quietly while staring at my lips.
“Yes I simply love it, thank you, Tom!...I lo.. the library is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen” I began to stare at the three levels of golden bookcases.

“ I am glad you like it, the more books you acquire the more levels you will gain, something much fitting for an eternal book nerd I would presume.” , Riddle says with amusement as I throw one of the shimmery pillows at him. He gracefully dodges the fluffy arsenal before stalking over to me with a predatory glint in his handsome eyes, I have jumped into the pile of pillows in glee. Seriously anything to take my mind off the difficult decisions I must make.
“ Now… why don’t you thank me properly, Hermione hmm?”, Riddle was hovering over me, his strong frame covered the light. I feel my core twinge with need as I view his lust filled eyes through the spaces between the pillows. I squirm down until I am finally free of the pillowed prison. I stand up smiling and gasping for breath. My wild curls were a haloed mane around my heart-shaped face. I smile mischievously.
“You have to catch me first, your good at that right?”, I book it towards the back of the library, giggling as I glance around and see the shocked face of Tom Riddle. A look I wasn’t accustomed too.
“ Slooooow Poke” , I taunt as I turn towards the left.

I stare at my witch before slowly smiling at her fire. The little tease.
I slowly rise before brushing off my dark suit. “Ready or not here I come princess”, I head towards the second floor knowing my lioness too well.

Riddle was good. He almost caught me when I got sidetracked near the alchemy section. I needed to remember to return and pick up a few. This personal library was gigantic. I tricked him by removing my shoes and running for fifteen minutes, trying to leave an erratic trail; before finally sneaking towards the front of the library. I planned on creating a pillowed fort and bombarding Tom with pillows upon sight when I began to feel that strange pull. It was beckoning to me, taunting me to follow its hypnotic trance.
I followed willingly, my flats were forgotten as I walked on a soft pile of grass and flowers. Controlled by a haunting aura. I followed the downstairs and into the dining room. The state of my conscious was quite weird, It felt similar to imperio, however, I could turn back around if I wanted too, I had complete control of my action, however, I didn’t want too. I wanted to discover what was beckoning. It was as if my magik itself had taken control.
Before long I have passed the opulent dining rim with its long black marble dining room table, and have entered into the empty kitchen. I stop as I listen. I feel the pull towards the pantry door. I heard towards the simple wooden door and pull it open.
Inside the small pantry ae simple simples shelves full of preservatives and giant bags of dried legumes.
Odd, I feel the pull from this way… I slowly observe the tiny pantry before finally pulling a large barrel from the back wall. surprisingly it was empty, beneath the barrel in a wooden trap door. I feel a strong pulse of magik as I heave the trap door open. I know I should stop and go find Riddle, I almost certain that he knows nothing about this trap door… but I couldn’t stop myself from descending. I continued to hear the beckoning lull and the beating of my blood through my veins.
I arrive at a black door. The door itself was black metal and smooth, devoid of any marks. The runes around the door were many and very ancient. It seemed similar to fae runes. The door wasn’t beautiful, the aura leaching from it was purely terrifying. It was a dark blanket of silence, an everlasting wave of suffocation.
I couldn’t stop myself from touching the ice cold door, I stared at the rune etched door in total and undeniable helpless as my eyes grow as black as the door.
“ Hermione?” , a distant voice says in question…hey, I know that voice…
I snap out of my trance and instantly feel drained of energy, my skin was covered in a fine mist of cold sweat. I feel Riddle’s arms holding me, his eyes were blank of emotion but I could feel that his magic was angry.
“ Where am I, Tom?” , I faintly remember walking towards the dining room…

Riddle stands softly and walks slowly over to the ancient door.
“I do not know, I followed your flowery path to the kitchen.”, Riddle begins jotting down the weird runes as he continues to talk.
“ I noticed that the pantry door was ajar, I quickly followed you into this cellar and saw you touching the door, your eyes were completely black and you were whimpering quietly”, Riddle says this last part through gritted teeth.
“ I can’t remember much but I do remember wanting to find this door and go through it.”, I shiver in trepidation as I ask him what the door leads too.
“ I have no clue, until this moment, I knew nothing about this cellar nor dark door. I have really only explored the first three levels of the house. Come, Hermione, I presume it’s best to get you home..you look absolutely dreadful my dear., Riddle softly grabs my arm and heaves me up.
We head towards the ladder leading into the kitchen. I stare back once again at the taunting door. Riddle observes my reaction and tightens his grasp before saying
“ Hermione my love, I do believe it’s for your safety that I order you to stay away from this cellar. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master”, I say quietly. My curiosity was not quelled, it only grew.

We leave the house of Slytherin and head to Hogwarts.

The Desacration of Luna Lovegood.

Honestly, I wanted to hex this incessant waif of a girl! I stare in mild irritation at my Hermione’s dear and very airy friend, Luna Lovegood. After taking Hermione back for a long nap, I took the time to observe how Severus was doing with our project, it seemed we were a long way away from any sort of advancement, and I admit that has left me quite irate. I needed to relive this stress, I think darkly.
Currently, we were at this stupid interview for the Quibbler, it was quite genius to spare the Lovegood bloodline as well as the magazine for my uses., but the girl's carefree whimsical spirit was quite grating. I stare on in annoyance as Hermione and Luna chat on and on and on. I catch random phrases about Longbottom faring well during Luna’s visits… something about Wrackleschlumps…what?... honestly what was this woman’s problem?
I look at Lovegood and observe her large silver eyes, they were bright with excitement and they made her look rather pretty and innocent. I liked ruining pretty things… I stare at her plump pink lips as she dreamily discusses her travel to the Ecuadorian rainforest, in search of a rare species of butterfly that would feed on your bad memories. I continue to observe my Hermione and the Lovegood girl go over plans for the muggle boarding school. I wanted to shove my cock down her throat just th shut her up. I think darkly in frustration.
It seems I shall get my wish, as Severus gracefully enters, bowing before implying to Hermione that the muggle-born students had a free period and were awaiting her acknowledgment. Hermione quickly asks Luna if she would like to come with., being ever so sly and seeing a perfect opportunity when given, I command that Luna will stay here and interview Headmaster Severus as well. Severus just stands with a raised eyebrow, he sees the knowing glint in my eye. Luna, however, is unaware of her fate and Hermione just stares at me for a few seconds... eyeing me with skepticism, before deeming me up to nothing.
“ Okay…well do behave gentlemen. Luna, I will owl you later, Neville has asked about you quite a lot recently” Hermione hugs her long-legged friend before rushing out the door, A swirl of curls and gold, apparently excited to converse with mudbloods.
I slowly turn towards Luna Lovegood, She was wearing a simple pale lavender dress and silver robes. She finally sees the glint of lust and her big eyes question my slow saunter towards her.
“ My Lord what would you like me to interview Headmaster Snape about?, I’m sure a potions edition would be quite popular in these times, although I would have to shorten my article about the Secret Goblin War of 1863…” , Luna rambles on in a dreamy voice.
I smile evilly. Her innocence was perfect.
I saunter over to her and put my right hand softly on her shoulders, I play with a tendril of her blonde hair and she stiffens a little in fear. Severus stands in the shadows quietly observing with a gruff gaze, he really knew how to be a sour sport. I slowly push the Lovegood girl onto her knees and her eyes widened in complete realization”
“ Oh”, is all she mutters in shock.
“ Severus, do summon Lucius.”

I watch on my magicked throne, as Severus and Lucius take the girl. She was quite a ball of fun. At first, Severus was severely against the idea of defiling Luna Lovegood, however, after three fire whiskey’s and the imperio blonde’s luscious lips on his cock, Severus was all in...literally I muse
Besides Severus will always follow an order, even if he’s against it. I lean back as I observe my twisted minds creation as Longbottom sat strapped to a chair facing the desecration of Luna Lovegood. It was Lucius' idea to bring him in to watch, he truly was an evil bastard. Longbottom’s face was red in anger as his magically muted voice screamed…well actually I don’t know what he was screaming, I’d rather much hear the little sprite below moaning in pleasure, hence why Longbottom was muted. Honestly, it was almost worth Hermione’s fiery ire to view this legged creature moan and beg for more as if two grown wizards weren’t enough. I return my eyes to the view below.
Luna Lovegood was sandwich between Severus and Lucius. Severus lay on a conjured mattress, Luna lay with her chest towards him and his heavy cock was impaled into Luna’s pink swollen center. Severus lay below the sobbing girl, one thumb fiercely rubbing the girl’s clitoris with skilled strokes. His other hand was switching between Luna’s nipples, tweaking one minute and harshly pulling the next. Luna loudly mewled as Lucius roughly pulled her long golden hair. Where’s Severus was a giver, Lucius was a taker. He cared not for your pleasure, more just his own. Lucius was relentless as he continued to viciously pound into the Lovegood girl’s anal canal. Lucius used his cane to randomly smack the airy girl on the back. She would howl in pain and tears and Neville would cry in fury. It was truly a magnificent site, I sit back and enjoy the debauchery.
After what seemed like two hours and Lovegood, undoubtedly had a thorough fuck; did I finally rise from my chair and walk over to the revelry. a sweat covered Luna stares at me with wide lust filled orbs. She has been relieved of the imperio a long time ago and has begged to be filled ever since. I release my cock as I stare into her blue eyes. I’m slightly aggravated that they still seem to still have that distant dreamy look…no matter. I guide the head of my penis to her soft lips.
She willingly opens her mouth and I gently put my throbbing member into her mouth. I close my eyes in bliss as I enjoy the feeling of Luna Lovegood willingly deep throating me. She begins to choke as I latch my hands onto her head and push down roughly. I moan as her throat vibrations shook my core.
I turn to look at Neville who by now, is just starting with tears in his eyes. Longbottom’s look was blank again… damn… soft Gryffindors, Hermione is going to be quite mad that I rebroke her pet. I must remember to obliviate the girl and Longbottom. Although, I do quite enjoy the lingering aspects of fear in my victim's eyes…I much preferred my Hermione happy versus vengeful
I look down at the little blonde who was roughly clawing at my thighs, Her eyes were wide in fear as she tried to dislodge my cock from her throat. The added friction excites a lust-crazed Lucius who has know begun biting Luna’s back harshly. As if in retribution, Severus began licking and sucking her nipples ardently. I slowly let go and she sputters out salvia as she tries to regain precious oxygen. She lets out a dainty moan as she suddenly orgasms for the third time tonight.
Luna cries softly in pleasure as I grab her long hair and direct her attention back to my smoldered gaze, she looks into my eyes with lust and fear.
“Be a good little slut and finish the job…good girl” I close my eyes as I enjoy Lovegood’s ill attempts at a blowjob.
Torturing was such a good stress reliever.
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