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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
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- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
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- 34-Ch 34
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- 37-Ch 37
- 38-Ch 38
- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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- 76-Chapter 76
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Shortly thereafter a crack
informed her that she had another guest.�
She lifted her head tiredly.�

It was Severus.

She dropped her head again,
irritated.

�Go away� she said,
her voice muffled against her knees.�

�Hermione..
what happened here?� he asked urgently, as if it
wasn�t patently obvious by the blood
and the smell that she had just been tortured by someone.�

�GO AWAY SEVERUS� she screamed at
him, her muscles tensing painfully.� She
just wanted to..hit him with something.. Severus..� he
did this to her.� Made
her this weak helpless thing.� He
was never there when she needed him.�

He kept tricking her into believing
in him, over and over again.� It was
perverse.��

She heard him walking over to her
carefully.. as if he were
approaching a small wounded animal.��

He had almost reached her and was
just bending, reaching out when there was another crack.�

She looked up, surprised,
expecting to see the Dark Lord.� Severus
straightened quickly and turned too.�

It was Rodolphus.�

She felt a sudden overload of different emotions crash over her.�

Relief that it wasn�t anyone come to hurt her more, deep almost aching need for
his comforting arms around her, fear that Severus would see her need and tell the
Dark Lord and he would end up hurt again.�

They would take Rodolphus away if they knew he was nice to her.�

Rodolphus
seemed to tense immediately upon entering the room, sniffing, his eyes flicking
to the small black puddle remaining on the floor in the dark red tinted room and
back to her,� narrowing.�

He seemed to recognise the source of her fear and trained his face into an
appropriately hungry leer.�

�Ah Severus.� I didn�t realise you wanted to use the
mudblood next.� I felt Lucius leave and wanted to be sure he had..cleaned up.. after himself. ��

Severus flinched visibly, his eye darting to her, concern on his face.� �I will take care of it.� Leave us.� ��

Rodolphus
didn�t move and she could see his indecision, the muscles of his shoulders
tensing.�

She willed him to understand her and told him to leave.� Whatever Severus did, she would survive.�

She couldn�t handle it if they took Rodolphus
away.�

After a significant pause he
nodded, as if he were responding to Severus and disapparated
again.�

Severus turned back to face her,
he looked suddenly older than he had even a day earlier.� The red light made his features even more
harsh and cruel, despite his concerned expression.�

He reached for her and she stiffened, flinching away from his hand.� His face seemed to tighten in hurt and he
pulled his hand back.�

After a few seconds in which he appeared to be thinking, he lowered himself to
the floor to lean against the wall a short distance away.� He said nothing.� He simply sat, his knees bent in front of him
and his hands resting on the floor at his sides.� He leaned his head back against the wall and
stared into nothing.�

They sat there..
together..alone.. for a long time.�
Eventually she couldn�t take it any longer.�

She asked quietly� �What
do you want?��

He was silent for minutes, he seemed to be thinking hard about the
question.�

�I would like to go back to the
morning we all lay in bed and cast a cooling charm so that you would remain.� He
said softly.� His face was tight and
somehow desperate.� �

She felt a tear slide down her cheek, her lips twisting into an unhappy little
bow.

They sat in silence for another
long while.�

�How angry is he?� she asked, her
voice no more than a whisper.�

Severus lifted his head and looked at her incredulously as if to say �what do
you think?!� he dropped his head back hard against the wall with a dull
knock.� His voice, when he spoke was
hollow

�There isn�t a word strong enough to describe his mood at present.� Incandescent rage does not begin to cover
it.��

�oh.� She
said in a small voice.� the Dark Lord would not be forgiving her soon after all, it
seemed.�

�He forbade me to see you� Severus
said quietly.�

She turned to look at him,
shocked.� �And you disobeyed?� What will he do to you?� she was oddly
touched and morbidly fascinated.�

�I don�t know� he responded with
some measure of dread.� �It doesn�t
matter.� I needed to see you.� I..I�m sorry I didn�t
come sooner.� It took me a while to work
up the...�� His voice trailed off.�

She looked up at him, her heart hurting again.�
She just kept wanting to believe in him.� No matter how often he turned around and did
something awful to make her want to regret it.�

�I did not want to do it..� I told him that it
was unnecessary.��

She knew he was talking about putting
the binding charm on her.�

�but he was so bloody terrified you�d take away his
pretty thrice-damned face.� He said we
would test you to see if you could
use your ability on command.�

When he told me how, I actually laughed.�
I did not at first think he was serious. It seemed so very much like the
way muggles tested witches in the middle
ages.�� If you are innocent you
drown.. or burn.. and if you are guilty and save yourself from the pain, we
find something worse to do to you.�

...barbaric.��

�It seemed wrong to punish you to
the limits of your mind�s ability to function, in reaction to your having done
something unbelievably generous and pure for him.��

Hermione frowned at his sincere
regretful expression. Minor bullshit alarms were ringing.�

�Thats funny.� he told me you enjoyed my witch trial quite a lot, Severus.� ��

His eyes slid to her slowly, two
parts guilt and one part calculation. He looked away again.�

�...Yes.�� he said finally, not
denying it.�

�Gosh.. you must be kicking
yourself for missing the action here earlier then.�� She said nastily.� �Lucius was even
crueller..if that can be believed.� Still..no harm
done.� If you check in with him, you can
almost certainly arrive on time for Tomorrow�s �scheduled performance.
� �

She scowled at the wall on the opposite side of the room.� Severus said nothing.�

She almost felt bad for throwing his lust back at him in this manner.�

Almost.�

She knew he must be dying to know
what Lucius had done. �Would you like to see my
memory of it, Severus?� she dangled.� He
responded immediately, his voice a mere growl �Yes.��

She hesitated, undecided how to feel.� He..enjoyed..her suffering.� He had made no secret of it.� Was it any different to Lucius?�

She thought for a moment.�

�If I show you, I will want
something from you��

He frowned.� �You are increasingly Slytherin, Hermione.� The Dark Lord is right.� We have had an effect on you.��

She shrugged.�

�I want you to bring me some
candles and matches��
she said.� �And a book.� A
magical text of your choice that could still be of use
to a squib.��

He looked at her, probably considering how much risk giving her those things
could be for him if the Dark Lord.....when
the Dark Lord learned she had them.

�If I give you what you ask, I
want to hold you while I view your memory.�
I want you to straddle me while I look into your eyes�

She thought about it and nodded her agreement.��

He stretched his legs out on the
floor and she crawled over on her hands and knees and climbed onto his lap,
straddling his thighs and made herself comfortable.� She looked up, preparing herself. �

Abruptly he raised his thighs, spilling her down to straddle his pelvis.�

She shifted uneasily and tried to pull herself back a little but found that she
could not.� She simply slid down again. �

He smirked, sinister in the red
light. �I wouldn�t move around too
much, Hermione, I�m tempted enough as it is�

She felt more than a little
concerned about showing him the memory now.�
He was liable to get excited and he had already almost forced her once
before.� She was in the Dark Lord�s good
graces back then.� Was there anything
stopping him now?�

Severus pulled his wand and stroked
the side of her face with the tip teasingly.�
The gesture felt..threatening and her fear
spiked in response.�

�Are you afraid of me, Hermione?� he asked in a chilling voice. �

Her eyes widened and she tried to tamp down her panic before it could
rise.�

�No..�she said lying through her teeth.�

He looked truly malevolent in this
light as he smiled at her cruelly.

�I�m certain you�ve heard the muggle saying� �A lie is best hidden couched in the
truth�... He paused, seeming to revel in her discomfort.� He brushed away her hair from the side of her
face with his fingertips gently.�

�You may not have realised, but the reverse is equally valid..��

She looked into his face, confused
and increasingly frightened.�

�You dont..always..sleep unclothed, Hermione.�
Sometimes you wear socks to bed.� Orange woolly ones.��

She stiffened, raw horror rushing through her veins.�

�You sleep with your wand under your pillow � so do I incidentally.� You
sometimes fall asleep with a book on your chest and apparently do not notice if
it is in your bookcase when you wake.�

�You do not always brush your teeth
before bed. Tsk, what would poor dead mummy and daddy
think?!� ...No sometimes you eat an apple
instead and leave the core on your bedside table.�

She started to panic, trying to
get up, but his arms gripped her like steel.�
�Stay!� he commanded mildly,
as if talking to a dog. �We are not finished here, Hermione.� We made a deal, you will recall.� If you are going to be a Slytherin, you must
realise it is intolerably bad form to try to back out of an agreement once
made!��

She had started to shake again and tried to remain still.

�Good girl. Now. I am going to watch your
little interlude with Lucius and depending upon how ..interesting.. I find it, we may see what else you
might do for me.. in exchange
for payment of one form or another.��

Incidentally Hermione...You do know
that there�s a word for that kind of girl, don�t you?��

He narrowed his eyes at her, smirking nastily.

�Legilimens!�

Watching the memory of Lucius� torture with Severus was even worse than she might
have expected.�

He lingered on some parts.� It
was as if he enhanced them somehow.� They were barely like a memory at all - It
was like experiencing them all over again, the pain and terror, in heightened
form.�

He seemed to lose interest
somewhat when she threatened Lucius and the blonde
vanished the barbed wire, but then when Lucius buried
his face between her legs and forced her to come under crucio,
he actually flicked back and watched the section over again, with extreme
detail.

Distantly she could feel that he
was hard and pressing against her, but she was so far away from that.�

She couldn�t get out of the memory until he released her and he didn�t seem inclined
to do so.�

She was hanging from her wrists
and Lucius was sucking her nipple and taking his
gloves off so he could feel her wounds against his fingers.� Each burnt bloody ridge stung sharply as his
fingertips probed it gently.�

Far far
away her robe was being unfastened and opened and she was pushed back to lean
against Severus legs. �

Lucius
was kneeling before her, his hands running up the ruined skin of her thighs,
suddenly lifting them and tossing them over his shoulders.�

Dimly she could feel her hand
placed against skin, curled and then held.�

Lucius
was licking her, his tongue moving flicker fast over her pussy, so� horribly
unbearably pleasurable.� He was suckling
her clit, pulling on it with his lips.�
Somewhere else, like it was happening to another person, cool fingers
were sliding through her folds, teasing her gently.� Her hand felt tight, cramped, as if it were
clamped between two surfaces, gripping.�

She tried to focus on what was
going on in that faint faint place, it felt like it
was important for some reason but she couldn�t focus with Lucius
face buried between her thighs.� He was
moaning into her pussy making it tingle amazingly.� Ow.. except it somehow also suddenly
felt like he was biting or pinching her or something..

but he wasn�t.. he was
sucking her so gently, dancing his tongue over her clit fast.. there was no reason to feel that sharp pain.� His finger was just venturing inside her and
it felt SO good.� Why did her hand
ache?�

She tried to look up at her manacled wrist but Lucius
was going wild on her pussy now and she was bucking against him moaning and he
was pulling back and did he just say crucio??! �

And then she was screaming in pain and it was indescribable!� Terrible!�
Make it stop!� But then Lucius had her clit between his teeth and he sucked it and
nipped it and it was fucking AMAZING.. GOD� YES!!�

Hermione bucked wildly, lost in
her climax, shrieking in pleasure while Lucius tongue.. Lucius fingers?� Where were
the manacles?

She shuddered, groaning in pleasure as she came down from the high, suddenly
registering Severus hand teasing at her clit, while he watched her with
interest.�

She jerked upright in shock,
whimpering.�

He removed the hand on her pussy and picked up his wand,� scourgifying the cum from his fist
where he held her hand clamped over his cock within his own larger one.�

He looked darkly amused at her
scandalised face.� �Mmmm.. delightful, Hermione.�
You were breathtaking.. as
always�

He trailed his finger down her pussy, coating it in her juices and then brought
it to his mouth, sucking it clean.�

She felt..
broken inside.��
She didnt know what to think.� She was going to go mad in this place.. with these people.�

She was going to lose her mind entirely until she was just a body to be beaten
and used.�

�Severus... ��stop hurting me..� she begged inside.��
She was numb.� Number
still than she had been when Lucius had left.�

�May I get up please� she asked in
a small voice.�� It felt like asking Lucius for a robe.��

�You may not.� Severus said
quietly.�

Her lip trembled.� She needed him to leave.� Please please make
him leave!��

Severus arms were reaching behind
her, curling around her and pulling her naked body forward to lean against his
stiff buttoned chest.� She let him move
her around like a doll.� It didn�t
matter.� None of this mattered.�

He held her and stroked her back and murmured soothing little sounds but it
didn�t touch her.�

After the longest time he asked
her if she was alright.� She nodded
emptily, hoping he�d believe her so he would go away.� He looked unsure.�

She tried to smile and show him he could leave.�
It seemed to startle him and he looked seriously worried.�

After sitting like that for a long
time he held her to him and got up, laying her down on the ground and covering
her with her robe as if he were tucking her into bed.�

She watched him with vacant
eyes.� He looked down at her as if he was
terribly afraid.

He stroked her hair and seemed to debate, seemed in some state of turmoil
before he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her cheekbone.�

She didnt bother to react.� Go away.. go away now..��

He seemed to hover over her,
looking for all things as if he were on the brink of panic before he stood and
turned, disapparating.��

When he was gone she lay on the
floor, the cold from the stones seeping up into her, staring at the dim red
torch thinking nothing.�

She wondered whether Rodolphus might kill her if she asked.�

After a time she slept.�

She tensed,
her mind panicking.� Someone was touching
her.� Arms around her.� She struggled, whimpering, trying to crawl
away.��

The arms released her immediately
and she scrabbled blindly away into the darkness, naked, breathing fast until
she hit the wall hard and collapsed down, curling into a ball with her back
against the wall..

Several candles flickered to life on the floor.

She looked blindly ahead of
her.�� Rodolphus
sat on the other side of the room, his back resting against the wall, one leg
stretched out before him on the floor and one knee raised.�

He ran his hand through his hair
tensely.� He seemed upset.��

He didnt
say anything, didnt try to come near her.� He just sat and watched her, troubled.�

Eventually she closed her eyes and
some time after that she went to sleep again.�

It was dark and quiet.�� Sometimes she was awake.� She couldn�t tell if her eyes were closed.
Her thoughts drifted.�

Perhaps sometimes she dreamed
about Harry and Ron and sitting on the grass by the lake reading her
transfiguration text while they argued about the Chudley
Cannons prospects for the next season with the new seeker Milus
Gambol.�

Then again she might have just
imagined it vividly while she lay staring into nothing.�

She was lying in her bed in her
parents� house and crookshanks was curled up next to
her purring.� Yes.� That was where she was.� Any minute now her mother would come in and
wake her up for breakfast.� She could
sleep five minutes more till then.

Lucius
was there.� He was shaking her arm
roughly.� She blinked at him slowly.� He did not look happy.�

He demanded she do...something or
other..�

She watched him blandly.�

He threatened her for a while. �She
simply watched him solemnly.�

There was nothing she could do to
stop him from doing anything he wanted. Therefore there was no reason to react
at all.��

She whimpered and writhed as he
cruciated her for a few seconds and after he stopped she panted, recovering,
and blinking up at him slowly.�

He paced.�

He crouched down next to her and put
his hand on her forehead.� His hand felt
warm.� He removed it and looked at her
confused.�

He grabbed her by her neck and
dragged her to her feet, holding her in place till it seemed she had found her
feet.�

When he released her she stood and stared at him emptily.�

He yelled at her and backhanded
her face.� Her face stayed turned where
his hand had cast it.� She stared now at
the flagstones in the corner.� It was no
different than staring at him.�

He roughly pulled her jaw back, peering into her eyes, concerned.� She stared in his general direction.�

He summoned manacles and hoisted
her up off her feet.� Her head dropped
down to lay against her chest.�

Lucius pushed it back up and slapped her again,
saying something angrily.�

She did not flinch and remained silent, passively looking ahead.�� He conjured a whip and beat her for a
while.�

Aside from softly whimpering
occasionally, she did not respond.�

When he vanished
the manacles, she fell to the ground to lie on her side bonelessly.��

He nudged her with the toe of his
boot and yelled at her again for a while, growing increasingly urgent.

Finally, he dropped to his knees and shook her, looking ill.

After he stood and paced back and
forth again for a while, looking at her every now and then, he disapparated and left her where she lay.�

Someone was speaking to her.�

Severus.� Knelt beside her.�

Pushed her gently to her back and
tilted her head, pouring a potion down her throat.�

She swallowed mechanically.�

He was asking her something.� She looked past him at the wall.�

He leaned down.� Speaking at her more
urgently now..�

�Go away Severus.�

He pulled her up� and dragged her against him, clutching
her against his chest and saying something.�
Clinging to her desperately. �Kissing her hair. �His face was wet.�

�Go away Severus.��

He transfigured a mattress from
his handkerchief and lay her down upon it gently, then tore the pocket out of
his coat and transfigured it into a thick warm blanket, spreading it over her
form.

After a few seconds of looking
down at her with a distraught expression he knelt beside her,stroking her face over and over.� Begging her... something...� didn�t matter.� She was sleepy.��

Severus was sitting on the floor
beside the mattress with his head in his hands, shaking and cursing.�

She closed her eyes.

Dark.� Quiet.�
Good.� She slept.�

Sometimes she woke.� It was dark.�

Sometimes the torches would be lit
and someone was there.� She usually went
to sleep before they left.�

When she awoke again the room would be dark.�

There was no passage of time.�

The faces didnt matter.� Usually it was just� Severus shouting or begging.�

One time he had slapped her and then
he had burst into tears and clutched her to him so tightly she couldn�t
breathe.�

Twice Rodolphus
had come and just sat by her, watching her.�
He didnt try to touch her.� He looked angry.�

Lucius
hadn�t come back at all.�

Once or twice other faces were
there.� Then she would be dragged up and
hung.�

They all seemed happy at first but then they would get angry.� So angry.� Angrier and angrier when she just hung limply.� She would wake up back in �bed� in the dark.

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