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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
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- 66-Ch 67
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- 68-Ch 68
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- 71-Ch 71
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- 75-Ch 75
- 76-Chapter 76
- 77-Ch 77
- 78-Ch 78
- 79-Ch 79
- 80-Ch 80
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She woke..in
the darkness, a long or a short time later, there was no way to tell.�

It was still and the room felt
vacant in a way it hadn�t last time she�d woken.�

Her bladder was now quite urgently
informing her that she needed to find the little hole in the floor before she
wet her robe and left a puddle on her floor.�

Her floor.� How peculiar.�

She had better not wet her floor
because she might spend some time in her
cell before the Dark Lord came down from his strop and released her.�

If he ever did..Perhaps
he really just didn�t need her anymore after all.� She wasn�t worth the trouble.� A little mudblood.� Easy to replace if he just wanted a warm
female body.� Couldn�t
trust her with her powers anyway.�

Perhaps he would just leave her in here to rot.�

The idea sounded false in her head.�

IF the Dark Lord decided she was
truly of no further value and he didn�t want her, she thought he�d probably
simply kill her.� Just
in case someone else got any pleasure from her when he no longer could.�

On the other hand.. perhaps it would please him to
see her in here suffering at the hands of countless faceless men.�

He had said that Severus had enjoyed her torture.. he hadn�t said whether he had.� He had watched too without raising a
hand.�� He tortured people constantly,
when he was angry, when he was bored.� Of
course he probably enjoyed it.��

Oh! Her bladder was really not
comfortable now.� She couldn�t put this
off any longer.�

She got up onto her knees carefully.�
Where had the hole been in the other room? They were probably all
identical.�

The door was over..there.. probably..�

She paused.. Rodolphus
hadn�t put the light on in this room after he apparated her back.� Was she still in the same place she had been
before?� Best be systematic unless she
wanted to waste even more time and possibly get completely disorientated in the
small room.�

She crawled to her left till she
found the wall and then crawled along it till she met the next wall.�

She about turned and then took a step on her knees sideways out from the wall
and crawled forward, feeling all around with her hands till she reached the
opposite wall again.�

She continued the systematic grid search and finally, when she had almost
crossed the room again she felt her fingertips brush the filthy edge of a hole
� a stone circle carved into the floor.�

She raised her robe, flicking it up over her back and holding it up against her
chest with one hand as she gingerly positioned herself over the horrid hole and
let the stream go.� There was no sound of
splashing or tinkling.� Obviously the
hole didn�t lead to any kind of cistern.

When she had finished she realised the next wonderful thing about a completely
bare cell with a hole in the floor.�

No toilet paper.� It seemed tissue was a
privilege she had lost in her life.�

She attempted to shake herself awkwardly and widened her knees, hoping she�d
air dry.�

God.. if anyone came now..they wouldn�t
have to torture her, she�d die of mortification.�

After what certainly felt like
half an eternity she crawled away from the hole and after a metre or so stopped
to pull her robes down and readjust them into modesty.��

She crawled forward till she met the wall with her stretched blindly reaching
fingers and then followed along it till she found the corner.�

She sat then,
her knees crossed in front of her and wondered what she was supposed to do
now.�

What did other prisoners do in here?� In
the dark one had a limited range of options she supposed.�

She wasn�t really good at doing nothing.�
It was why she applied herself to so many things at Hogwarts.�

When she was doing nothing she would start to feel tense..
worry about things.. feel
insecure.��

What could she do in here?�

Meditation was obviously out.. she�d
end up meditating on how completely screwed everything was now.�

She couldn�t sleep anymore at the moment.�

She could masturbate, she supposed.. but Rodolphus had cleared up that
urge for a while.�

She could do math.�

Vaguely a book whose title she
couldn�t quite remember swam out of her memory.�
In that story the prisoner who was sentenced to solitary confinement
kept himself sane by adding numbers.� She
wondered whether that would actually work or whether it would be more likely to
drive her completely mad eventually.�

It occurred to her.. she could sing.

She couldn�t hear screams so the rooms were probably pretty soundproof.� It wasn�t as if anyone would grade her on her
performance.� It was like being in the
shower.�

Yes she thought..
like being in the shower in the dark for a really really long time.�

What should she sing?� She fumbled through her memory looking for a
song.� A perversely satisfying song
popped up.�

She began to sing softly.. � Amazing grace.. how sweet the sound..that saved a wretch like me.�
I once was lost but now am found.. was blind but now I see�.�
She smirked.� The Dark Lord
would probably disapprove of her song choice.�

The room had quite a nice resonance though.�

She had sung this song at her
grandmother�s funeral when she was little and at the time they were just pretty
words without any religious connotation.�

She remembered all the verses and sang them, her voice slowly growing more
confident till she was belting out the final verse. �

�When we've been here
ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun.� We've no less
days to sing God's praise, Than when we've first begun.�

�She felt quite happy now and
wondered what she should sing next.�

She was scrolling internally
through databanks of popsongs when an eerie voice
sang out of the darkness..

�yesterday... all my troubles seemed so far away..now it looks as though they�re here to stay...��

The voice trailed off as the hair stood up on her neck.�

Someone in her room!!� Someone in her room!!�

She hadn�t even heard them
arrive!�

How long had they been here?�

Where were they?� WHO were they?� Oh god!!�

�Hello??!� she called
fearfully.�

�You have a lovely voice..Hermione..� the voice replied and
now it was recognisable.

�Lucius..� she whispered.. her heart
pounding.�

�Who else, mudblood?� Who could possibly desire to see you bleed
more than myself right now?��

She felt the tide of panic
beginning to rise again within her.

�I have to say, although your
singing is quite fetching..I prefer the song you sang
for me the last time we met.� Won�t you
give me a repeat performance?��

He sounded closer.�

�Please Lucius!..I�m sorry� she whimpered.�
He laughed low..�

�Oh.. there you go.. yes.. your voice is much more attractive when you beg.� You aren�t sorry yet Hermione.. but
I promise you.. when we are finished you will be.�
After what you�ve done, you
little whore...I will break you. You
will yearn for death!��

There was no light.� She felt like she couldn�t move in this
darkness.� Couldnt
hear him again now.. she
whimpered softly again.�

The Dark Lord must have sent Lucius.� Rodolphus wouldnt have let him in otherwise, would he?�

That meant..whatever he wanted to do..the Dark Lord had given him permission to do.�

She felt like her insides had been
spooned out and filled with ice.��

Her wrists suddenly jerked out in front of her, held by nothing at all, and she
was dragged, yelping, up onto her feet and toward the centre of the room, her
heels digging in as she stamped and struggled against the force pulling
her.�

She heard a weighty clinking
sound.� Manacles..� There were manacles.� Oh god!��
�

In the smothering darkness, her
arms were being pulled up above her head by the force and she felt them brush
against cold metal.� The torch lit now
but it did not burn brightly, instead it burned low with a dark red flame,
casting the room into an awful blood tinted light.�

Lucius stood not a metre in front of her, rage and
lust contorting his smooth aristocratic features.

His hair was once again long and fell loose like silk over his shoulders to mid
chest.�

He pocketed his wand and stepped against her, taking her raised wrists
impatiently one after the other and enclosing them in the manacles with leather
gloved hands.� Then he stepped back and
drew his wand, flicking it and she was raised several inches off the ground,
almost even with his face.�

She paddled with her feet
helplessly, unable to reach the ground with even her outstretched toe.� Her wrists hurt � she had never realised her
body weighed this much. ��

Lucius
frowned and vanished her robe.

�No!!� she cried out. That was the
worst thing, she realised.� Learning he
was here was very bad and being strung up again was much much
worse but without her robe she would be naked in here when he had finished
whatever he would do to her.� She would
be like morel.. like .. no not like Ginny.� Ginny
was a false lying bitch.� She had never
really been a prisoner in here.��

Without her robe she had nothing.�

�PLEASE!!!� she begged him.� �Please.. give it back!!��

Lucius
seemed amused and stepped close.� �What
would you do for it?� he asked nastily, inspecting her along the length of his
nose.�

�What do you want?� she asked
desperately.��

He looked at her and a horrible
gleeful arrogant expression alighted on his face.�� we will see what
you might offer to do for me ...after
we have played for a while.� You were so eager to sing, Hermione.� Sing now.�
Sing that song you were singing before. ��Something about grace, I believe.��

Hermione blanched.� He was going to hurt her now.� He was going to do it no matter what she
did.� She couldn�t stop him.��

�Sing.. and I might be merciful and spare you..the
full extent of my anger.�

he raised
his wand. �SING!��

Hermione swallowed against the
sudden dryness in her throat and started to sing softly..
Her voice was shaky as she watched him, her eyes wide.� The weight on her chest from hanging made it
hard to breathe.�

�..Amazing grace.... how..sweet... the
sound..�

�He smiled cruelly �Thats right.. good
girl.. keep going. �� He flicked his wand at her lightly and
a deep cut slashed over her hip, immediately weeping trails of blood down her
thigh. �She gasped and stopped singing..

He raised his eyebrows imperiously at her and gestured with his wand.�

She continued hurriedly.� �..that...that..saved� a wretch..like me� ��

He smiled again and flicked his wand
at her again.� A thin line burned across
her stomach.

She winced and jerked in midair, swinging slightly from the chains now.�

�I once..was
lost.. but now.....am found..� �

Lucius
led her through all five verses, waving his wand like a conductors
baton and flicking curses at her with increasing frequency.� She struggled to finish the final verse: it
was hard to get enough breath to sound the words and the blood was dripping
uninterrupted down her body from dozens of cuts that did not heal automatically
as the enchanted knife wounds had.��

Lucius� face was placid and full of a quiet enjoyment
as if he were listening to his favourite symphony.�

She finished the song and stilled,
looking at him fearfully.�

�Very good, Hermione! � Lucius
rewarded her with a pat on the head.�
�And now.. lets test
your vocal range!��

He performed a complicated gesture with his wand and muttered.�

She screamed full throat as barbed
wire wound itself loosely around her body, scratching thin bloody trails and
tearing wider the cuts it transversed.� When it had reached just above her breasts it
suddenly tightened sharply, the sharp knots piercing her skin.� She screamed harder than ever, but petered
out almost immediately as the still tightening wire compressed her chest.�

Gasping she blinked at Lucius, silently shaping the
word �please� over and over again with her lips, her eyes begging him
pitifully.�� He looked at her with mild
irritation and flicked with his wand at the loops.�

It loosened around her chest just
sufficiently for her to snatch shallow breaths.�
Each breath tore at the prongs embedded in her flesh.��

He walked around her hanging form admiring his handiwork.�

Her head dropped to her chest as
she tried fruitlessly to catch her breath.�
She could see a growing puddle of blood below her.� It trailed away down the floor, she presumed
toward the waste hole.�

Lucius
had returned to stand in front of her.�
She dragged her heavy head up, leaning it against her left arm and tried
to look at him with an appropriate measure of attentive respect.�

�Better� he spat.� �I think your voice is
nicely warmed up.� Now little bird, you
are going to sing.� Tell me what you did
to give me this wretched scar!� What
curse did you use?� I want to know how it
must be healed!��

She felt her blood turn to
ice.� What would he do when he found out
that she was the only person who could take it off him and the Dark Lord had
bound her magic from doing so?� Perhaps
she could lie?� He might go away if he
thought it needed a potion.� But he wouldnt be gone long.�
Severus would correct him and then he�d be back and more angry than
ever.�

She swallowed unhappily.�

�Not quite ready to tell me?� Let me see if I can encourage you any
further�

Lucius� face, washed in the blood red light and drawn
in lines of hate was a horror to behold.�
He pressed his wand to the wire surrounding her and whispered a spell,
then withdrew and folded his arms, watching her with an air of anticipation.�

She felt the barbed wire beginning
to heat.�

�oh god..
no..�

she looked at him desperately.� The wire
was uncomfortably hot already, under her breasts and on her ribs it was already
beginning to burn her.��

�I�ll tell you.� Stop!�
Please!!� Please Lucius!.. � she
cried desperately.�

He sneered at her, his wand
standing upright in his right hand, tapping against his left arm impatiently.�

�So tell me, mudblood� he spat, not
releasing the curse.�

The wire around her was burning
everywhere it touched now and the pain was unbearable.� She screamed.. writhing helplessly in her efforts to get away from the
lines of fire encircling her entire body��

�I�d advise you to hurry, Hermione,
you�re only hurting yourself more by delaying� she was dimly aware of Lucius smirking.�

She screamed uncontrollably.. unable to articulate a single
word.�� It went on and on and she could
smell something that reminded her of
home.� It was ...it was Sunday roast.� Her flesh was cooking.�

The burning receded suddenly, leaving only a low heat in the wires and a dreadful
painful stinging from her burnt flesh.�

It was horribly incredibly sore.. but
in contrast to that filament wire of fire it was bliss.� She sobbed, relieved.�

�It was a curse I developed.� She
lied fluidly, feeling a bit light headed now.. she wondered if it was the endorphins from the pain.. Her
head dropped backward and she caught it and dragged it back up to lean on her
shoulder against her arm.�

�I used lumos..
� she whispered.� �But i fixed it later with my spell so it wouldn�t heal.� Because you hurt me.��

Everything hurt right now.� Almost every
part of her body below her neck was screaming in pain but strangely, she
thought she might be able to go to sleep like this.� Her head against her arm was so
relaxing.�

She was floating on a prickly hot carpet of pain and it was so much that it was
almost nothing.�

�ENNERVATE!!� Lucius roared at her.�

He stepped close and pinched her jaw between his fingers hard.� �you will NOT escape
that easily Mudblood.� Tell me how to
undo the spell!��

She smiled crazily.� �You can�t.� She said simply.� Through her dazed unreality, she could
suddenly see the end of her suffering.. the escape. �She struggled and erected her head again on
her neck, struggling to appear focused and not the weak melting pool of exposed
screaming nerves she felt herself now.�

�Only the caster can release it.� I am
the only one who can heal you, Lucius.� But the Dark Lord bound my magic and I can�t
help you unless he frees me.��

Lucius face
twisted in inhuman rage. �You.. you..� I am going to tear you into little squirming
strips, you whore!� I�m going to have
your eyes for this!�� He raised his wand
and placed it next to her eye.�

�No.� She said calmly, not
begging, just observing.� �You aren�t.
�� She jerked her face away from his wand
and fixed him with a hard stare �unless you want to wear the brand for the rest
of your life.� I gave to you it to remind
you of how you hurt me.� You have hurt me
again. You are still hurting me.��

�When the Dark Lord releases me,
IF he ever does.. I will remember how you have treated
me.��

She looked away, feeling hot lines of blood gliding swiftly down her ruined
body still.� The soft plink plink plink of the droplets
landing was the only sound for a long caught-breath moment.�

Lucius
stared at her, fury warring with disbelief and finally succumbing to reluctant
realization.�

�Release me� she breathed.� He struggled with himself.� She could see that he was so enraged that he
wanted to tear her throat out with his bare hands.�

After a minute of fisting and unfisting his hands at
his sides he waved his wand and the barbed wire surrounding her evaporated into
a black vapour that rose and vanished.�

Her naked body was wound now in a
thick livid red line which in some places actually gave way to blackened cooked
and charred flesh.� Cuts and holes bled
profusely and the fresh hot blood irritated the now exposed deeply cut tracks
of the seared brands.�

She winced, clenching her eyes closed. �

When she opened them, Lucius stood, his wand no longer
in his hands, just looking at her. He seemed transfixed, feasting his eyes on
the destruction he had wreaked on her body.�

�..heal..me..� she choked out.�

Lucius
hesitated.� He had raised his gloved hand
and it hovered uncertainly just above her breast.. his silvery eyes were pink in the light and he wore a
tempted haunted expression.�

�..I want you, Hermione� he said in a
guttural voice..�
�I want you.. like this.� �

�I want to taste your torn filthy flesh.. your despoiled purity..� he hissed the words hungrily,� his leather gloved fingertips ghosted over
her breast, tracing the lines cut into her, smearing her blood slightly.� �Won�t you..let me..please you..while you
bleed for me?��

His eyes were manic.�

Had he lost his reason?� Oh god.. he wasn�t going to stop! �

Lucius
had stepped close and now he dropped his head and without hesitation sucked her
blood soaked nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.�

Her nerves shrieked agony in response to his hot wet tongue slipping over a
deep cut at the edge of her nipple but she did not even flinch.� She just watched him, helplessly stunned and
numbed at this bizarre development.�

It felt like the world had turned
upside down.�

Lucius Malfoy was licking her muddy blood eagerly
with what appeared to be the greatest imaginable enjoyment.��

His hands were fumbling somewhere
out of her line of vision and then he raised his now gloveless fingers and
stroked down her skin..lightly.. carefully..
spreading her blood over what undamaged skin
remained.�

He stopped licking and sucking at her breast and suddenly dropped to his knees,
his fine robes soaking up her pooled blood on the floor.� He looked up at her with a crazed longing in his
eyes.�

She was just so confused at how
suddenly the ground beneath her feet had seemingly shifted that she couldn�t even
react.� She stared down at him dumbly.�

His face was level with her hips and now he was sliding his hands up her
thighs, parting them and in only a second he had tossed her legs over his
shoulders and buried his face in her pussy.�

�What .. the.. hell!!�
she reacted now, crying out and struggling, trying to get him off her.�

He clung tightly, his tongue
flickered rapidly over her clit and he sucked and nibbled at her
relentlessly.�

After a few minutes of fighting without effect she felt her body starting to
respond to him.�

�NO!� she didnt want this!!� She didnt want him.

��Stop!!� she demanded weakly.

He ignored her and redoubled his
efforts, one of his fingers gently probing at her vagina, feeling her unbroken
hymen.� When he felt it he went wild, his tongue lashing her and he started moaning.. the hum of it seemed to make his
movements and his mouth even more effective and she found herself rocking her
hips against his face, whimpering softly.�

Her blood had run down and stained
his pale blonde hair and covered his
face.� He was quite soaked in it.�

She felt his finger slide slowly into her tight body and groaned, bucking her
hips wildly now.�

�Oh God...� she whimpered..

He sucked at her clit and she moaned louder, racing toward her release.�

Barely, in the periphery of her
awareness she recognised that Lucius held his wand in
his hand.�

She felt his mouth draw back for only a second and
heard him whisper lovingly�
�crucio� and terrible pain ripped at
her nerves suddenly, tearing scream after scream from her.�

But then he put his mouth back onto her clit and it seemed like the pain only
heightened the feeling in that tiny little bud and she was clamping down hard on his finger, screaming in
unbearable pleasure as she came against his mouth.�

The crucio stopped immediately and she coasted the
slow ebb of her bliss back down to earth.�

Lucius
was gasping against her.� He fell back into
the bloody mess and fumbled at his robes, shoving his hand beneath them and
clearly bringing himself off, coming almost immediately.�

He let himself slide down to his back in the gore and panted, recovering. ��

After a couple of minutes of
hanging, burns stinging across her whole body now that the afterglow had faded
and dripping blood still while Lucius lay, covered in
the stuff and appeared to doze, his eyes closed and a happy little smile on his
horrible arrogant..talented..lips,
Hermione had had enough

�Lucius?�
she hissed pointedly.�

He seemed to sigh wistfully and
after a few seconds, opened his eyes and sat up, looking up at her from far
below.��

�I suppose you�ll be even more ..upset.. after that.�� He spoke mildly.� �But I considered that -� if you were going to �remember how I
treated you� as you so ominously threatened, Hermione, It was unlikely that I
could anger you any more than I already had��
He paused.

�Besides..It
would be inexcusable to give you all that wonderful pain only to leave us both
without completion twice.�

�He climbed to his feet
nimbly.� �Oh don�t grizzle!� I will heal you now��

He scourgified the blood from her
body, then muttered a spell she didn�t recognise and
began sweeping his wand over her body. Where it passed, it left smooth unblemished
skin in its wake.

�These wounds are superficial� he
remarked to her as if in passing. �Perhaps.. in time.. you will learn to enjoy the darker pleasures of
the flesh and I..�

�-or another of course� he added hastily, darting his eyes up to her face guardedly,�

�will have the pleasure of teaching you the limits of the human body.��

�I can show you how deep you may
slice to cause pain but not irreparable damage.. teach you what kinds of torture may be employed to evoke
maximum suffering and minimal loss of value��

She blinked at him, confused.�

�The knife you took from me..� at this a faint frown passed across his features like a
cloud over the sun on a windy day �is not an effective tool to learn upon.. the cuts you gave me might have killed me, had you been
using a regular blade, Hermione.��

She bit off on the rather obvious
nasty comment that she immediately wanted to make in response to that and remained
silent, letting him continue to heal her.�
It was astounding how quickly he was able to erase the wounds that had
been so painful only moments
ago.�

He was moving around her body to her back now.�

�It was terribly naughty of you to
scar me permanently like that.��

She couldn�t see his face but it
sounded like he was frowning again.�

�I would never have permanently
disfigured you, despite your misgivings.�
The Dark Lord would have forced me to eat my own testicles raw, had I
slipped and damaged you.�� He paused
significantly.� �I realise.. you had no way of knowing that
at the time and..it was perhaps natural to react
wrathfully.��

He finished with her back half and moved around her to kneel before her once
more, passing his wand down her legs carefully, erasing the last remaining
wounds. ��

She hung limply.� The pain was gone but she felt dreadfully
weak now.� How much blood had she lost,
anyway?!�

Lucius
was finished and stood.� A thought suddenly
occurred to her and she caught his eye..hesitating.�

�Do ..do
you really think I�m filth?� she
asked quietly, slightly embarrassed.�

�Well I mean.. you just..�
She swallowed uneasily, unsure how to process what he had just done to
her.�

�Are you really disgusted by me?� If you
are...then why..did...��

He appeared surprised.� He stepped close to her, slinging his gore
soaked arms loosely over her naked and now unblemished hips.� Leaning in, he laid his bloodstained face
against her clean one, his lips at her ear.�

�Of course, mudblood� he whispered and sucked her earlobe into his mouth,
nipping it.��

One of his hands stroked up her body to caress her breast, squeezing it
gently.�

�absolutely revolting!�
�he murmured
�against her skin, rubbing his cheek
gently back along hers to brush his lips against her cheek. ��I�ll probably have to scourgify
my tongue�

the tongue in question darted out and flicked against the corner of her lips teasingly.

He sighed and drew back.

Her wide startled eyes apparently made him smile.� He noticed in surprise the blood smears he
had left on her body and face and glanced down at himself.

�Oh now this will not do at all��

He scourgified himself from head to
toe and turned, asking�
�Did I miss a spot anywhere?��

she hung from her long-since-numb wrists, feeling
somehow ridiculous and shook her head.� �

He smiled and seemed content.�

When he pointed
his wand at her manacles she dropped abruptly and would have likely fallen to
the ground immediately if he hadn�t caught her around the waist and steadied
her a moment.�

She was dazed..
trembling.� It
seemed almost as if they had been acting out a little skit and now they had
finished the skit and were politely preparing to go their separate ways.�

She felt a kind of constant low burning fear, she realised, that the mask would
peel off again.�

She wanted to cling to the idea of the genteel, playful Lucius
who was just torturing her as a form of twisted foreplay.�

She was scared that any second she could face the cruel monster again.��

She really did fear Lucius more than the Dark Lord.��

�P-please can I have my robe back Lucius?� she asked.. wishing she didnt sound as pitiful
as she heard herself sounding.

�Oh certainly, Hermione.�
He replied, his voice light and melodic.�
�And since you have pleased me quite considerably today, I won�t even require you to lick the soles of my
boots for it.�� He added,
generously.��

He removed a delicate silk scarf
from his pocket and transfigured it into a soft black lambswool
robe.�

He held it up for her to slip it over her naked body and then assisted her to
fasten it.� It was far softer and more
fitted than the rough woollen robe the Dark Lord had placed on her body.�

He scrutinized her for a moment and then gestured with his wand, lengthening
the robe at arms and hem till it ended at her
fingertips and brushed the ground, where it immediately began to soak up the
blood that puddled all around their feet. �

�That should keep you a bit warmer�
he observed.�

�...thank you� she whispered,
against her will.

�It is..my.. pleasure,
Hermione� Lucius responded with a slightly cruel
smile.�

�I shall see you later, my dear.� Perhaps
tomorrow I will visit you and cheer you up and you can sing for me again��

She flinched and stepped back
slightly.�

�Oh there there.� He affected a sad pout. �Don�t be like
that.� You have a wonderful singing voice.� I
wonder, do you know Mendelssohns
�Choir of Elves�?�

She blinked at him uneasily.

�No?� he raised his aquiline brows
in apparent disbelief at the tragic inadequacy of her musical repertoire.� �Oh now that is just
..unforgiveable.� Perhaps I shall
play it for you and we shall see if you can�t learn it.�

He patted her on her head in an
affectionate condescending manner and turned on the spot, disapparating.��

Hermione shook violently and
stepped numbly out of the puddle of blood, trying to wipe her bare feet against
the dry stone floor before she stumbled toward the corner.�

She could feel the ends of the robe slathering her ankles in cold tacky blood.� Putting her back to the corner she slid
slowly to the floor.�

The entire room smelled like a
slaughterhouse: burnt skin and offal.�
She put her arms around her knees and lowered her head.� She felt like she just didnt
have it in her to cry anymore.�

Author note.

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