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Necessary Sacrifices	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 31254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Lucius stood a moment in the wake
of the Dark Lord�s disapparition.� What had just happened?!�

He was stunned, numbed by the events
he had just witnessed.�

He tried to convince himself that the Dark Lord had not
truly desired the skinny little
mudblood child but it could not be ignored how he had gazed upon her; �the uncharacteristic
restraint he had displayed.�

This was very nearly incomprehensible.�

He recalled everything that Draco had ever said about the
girl.�

His son had been complaining of her for years now, he recognised vaguely.

He wanted to discuss this with Severus..
deeply, urgently he wished to apparate
to his oldest friend and disburden himself of the uncertainty that now plagued
him.� However, to do so would be to
invite the harshest of punishments, he was well aware.��

He began going about the cleansing charms in the room,
ridding it of any trace of dark magic. �

The girl had been tolerably pleasant to look upon and from
what the Dark Lord had said she was quite intelligent.�

Extremely intelligent, if you will...but she was unclean.�

Surely if his master were to select a sexual partner, he would choose one of
the highest birth.�

He had known of the witches the Dark Lord had taken before.� He had known that they did not survive the
night � but they were all witches.� Halfbloods and purebloods.� Not
a muggle or mudblood among them.�

To tell the truth he had considered that the dark lord might be homosexual and
repressing his tendencies, taking out his frustration upon the females he took
to his bed.�� The only person he knew of
to have engaged with his master and
lived was the very man he most desired to speak with at this moment.�

Severus had been a beautiful man in his twenties, though he
never realised it.� He had had something
of the night about him.�

Although he had been tormented and ridiculed in school, when he had grown into
his height, his muscles firmed from the frequent raids and revels, he had
become a stunning creature visually.. and formidable.. merciless but not
unprincipled.� He did not torture
children.� He would not take a victims
innocence if he could avoid doing so.

Those provisos aside, he was cruelly inventive in his torture and a proficient
and passionate lover.

They had been fiery together many years ago, so fascinated
with the wonders of one another�s bodies, and it was in the midst of that fire
that the Dark Lord had chosen to sample Severus for himself.�

Lucius had always wondered whether he had done it
purely to spite him, for his lover had never quite been the same again..

He was never quite as open.� He looked at
him differently.

He recalled that night when they had both been summoned,
watching Severus� head bobbing at the Dark Lord�s groin while his master looked
into Lucius own eyes with dark malevolent joy.�

When he had come, he did not release Lucius�
lover, but instead commanded him into his chambers.�

He did not emerge for several days and when he did he was changed.�

They had remained together... in a way..
but it was not the same.�

These days they were simply very close friends.� It had been months since he had last approached
the potions master for a tryst.� They
were like an old couple in some ways, he mused.�

There was no living person he trusted more than Severus.�

This made it all the more distressing that he could not go to him with his
thoughts now.�

He apparated outside the factory building and cast several
small incendios, feeding the flames until the entire
structure was roaring before apparating away.

Hermione recovered from the queasiness of the apparition.
She had always hated side-along apparition for that reason.� It felt as if your stomach travelled slightly
out of sync with the rest of your body.�

She hadn�t let go of the body she was wrapped around but when he stiffened in
irritation she flinched and pulled away, lowering her eyes respectfully.�

�Thank you..my Lord� she murmured even as her mind
sang.� He had described her as
valuable.� That implied she would not be
killed.�

She might have the chance to touch him again at some point, if she had truly
pleased him � and she saw no reason why this
man would bother with empty flattery to soothe anyone�s feelings.�

There was a spluttering behind her and she glanced up at the
incandescent rage of Bellatrix Lestrange, who had
leapt up from the chair she had been seated in.�

Hermione took in the peripheral environment and her heart
jumped, the awareness of the room very nearly eclipsed the violently angry harriden in the foreground.�

It was a study in muted greens and dark brown leather.� Bookcases lined
the walls, filled with endless variations of ancient looking leather-bound
books.�

She physically ached
to go and inspect the titles.�

Bellatrix was nearly imploding under the strain of conflict
between her desire to demand an explanation of the Dark Lord and her sense of
self preservation which instructed her not to demand anything of the man under
any circumstances.�

The figure in question brushed past Hermione at that moment
and moved to a large polished hardwood desk, casting a series of complicated
spells upon it and revealing a compartment in the surface.�

He retrieved what appeared to be a white silken noose.� As he fed the sword through the neck of it,
it vanished on the other side.�

When it was gone he untied the silken rope and let it slither back into the
recesses of the desk, closing the compartment once more.�

Hermione was fascinated and burned to ask what that spell
was.� Where had the sword gone?�

At first she had thought it something similar to her own beaded bag but when he
had untied the rope..�

Perhaps he had placed it into some kind of intra-dimensional space?�

Her mind pondered the riddle until his faint amusement pulled her awareness
back up to his face.��

He observed the two females with interest.� They were so fundamentally different, he
noted.�

Bellatrix was nearly apoplectic and the little mudblood was
preoccupied with curiosity at the knot-portal he had used.� Each of their eyes were
alight with thirst for information.�

He tried to pinpoint exactly what was pleasing about one and
irritating about the other.�

Bella had, objectively seen, an attractive face.. a desirable body.. as did the
little mudblood, certainly.�

�Sit.� He commanded the girl lightly, nodding at the lounge
suite behind them both.�

Hermione moved to comply immediately, seating herself on the
right hand side of the soft brown leather sofa.�
She would have acted no differently had it been any of her professors
instructing her in that brusque tone.

The surreality of the moment and the enormity of what she had done was striking her.

She was sitting amiably in the Dark Lord�s chambers and the
man had not cursed her.

She wondered whether her mind was going to offer a running
commentary on everything that occurred here in that same incredulous tone.�

Returning to thoughts of him not cursing her.. the woman who had
cursed her was still standing, trembling in emotion.

She wondered if the Dark Lord and Bellatrix were lovers.� It would explain the woman�s behaviour, she
supposed.�

Well.. it would explain some aspects of it.� She was clearly unbalanced.

�Bella.. Do you know why I am
displeased with you at present?� the Dark Lord enquired, honestly curious
whether her mind still apprehended reality.

The woman flinched and with great difficulty, forced herself
to lower her eyes.

�Yes, My Lord.� I cursed the
mudblood.��

He rolled his eyes and hardened his expression.� �No,
Bella.� You disobeyed my orders. It is not about the mudblood.�

I instructed you to wait upon my command and you thrice directly disobeyed me.�

I was generous, in light of your years of service to me; I tolerated your
transgression the first time, but when you continued
to try my patience I was forced to remove you.�

You have shamed yourself, Bella and you have displeased me.�

When I instruct you to do or refrain from doing something, I expect my
instructions to be followed.� To the letter!��

Bellatrix�s bottom lip was
trembling and she looked up at him with pleading needy eyes, her posture
slipping from indignation into one of supplication.�

He raised his wand and flicked a hex at the woman.�

�You will be punished.�
You shall attain no sexual pleasure until I release you from that hex
and I do not wish to see your face until I summon you to me. �Go!��

Bellatrix looked beside herself with misery. �She didn�t even glance at Hermione before she disapparated, her arms wrapped
around herself and head bowed.�

Lord Voldemort blinked and shook his head in a gesture of
frustration.�

Hermione watched astounded.� Another
layer was being added to her richly textured profile of the man � that of a
commander infuriated by incompetence.�

From his words to Bellatrix she supposed they were lovers after all.

Irrationally, that thought caused something to pinch
slightly in the area of her chest.

How ridiculous of her; ridiculous on so many different levels.

She wondered whether Bellatrix was his only lover.� She supposed not, if he would send her forth
with so little concern. �

She startled as his red eyes turned upon her again suddenly.�

He barely restrained himself from raising his eyebrows incredulously.� The little chit was jealous.

In his mind she took another step closer to Bella�s delusional state.�

He was tempted to disabuse her of her illusions when Lucius apparated into the room with a muted crack.�

The girl jumped slightly and lowered her eyes respectfully to the floor.� She sat rigidly on the low sofa, knees primly
pressed together beneath her robe.�

Lucius glanced at her a moment
longer than absolutely necessary before dropping to one knee before him.�

The man was occluding like a champion again.�
He wondered whether Lucius would be able to
resist the temptation of speaking with Severus about this.�

Perhaps it would be better to obliviate him.

But no - Draco was also aware.� There
would be little point.�

Perhaps it only mattered if he chose to send the girl back
to Hogwarts. He was not decided whether that was the best use for her.� Her most obvious value was as a spy in the
core of the enemy�s camp.��

Severus allegiances were murky.� He had
omitted the man from the gathering this morning for that very reason.�

The girl was enamored of him.� If he could be assured of her loyalty
(fickle, scatty, teenagers notwithstanding) then she could observe Potter,
Dumbledore and Severus for him.�

On the other hand.. from what he had seen in her mind, her own guilt could be
problematic if he sent her back so soon.�
There was a small chance that she might break down and confess.�

Conversely, if Lucius went to Severus
with his concerns, the girl might be captured.�

She possessed no knowledge of interest to the order or the ministry, but he
found that he was discontented with the idea of being unable to fully explore
his new acquisition.�

The girl desperately wanted to learn and he was quite tempted to grant her
deepest most furtive desire and train her in the dark arts, if only to use her
as a weapon against her former friends.� ��

Lucius was subdued in his
speech.� �it is
done, my Lord.� The building is clean, I left as the first muggle fire service was
arriving.� Nothing remains of the room we
used.�

Lord Voldemort surveyed the blonde critically.

�Very good, my servant.� However there remains the small matter of
your son�s continuing inadequacy.�

Lucius did not even hesitate. �Yes My Lord.� I beg your forgiveness for his failure.� I shall impress upon him the severity of his
error at the next available opportunity.�

Hermione blinked at the arrogant man she had always found
intimidating,

It was strange to see him on his knees.� She wasn�t sure how to feel.�

The Dark Lord stalked slowly closer, looking down upon him predatorially

�See that you do, Lucius. His failure is your failure.� ...Crucio!��

Hermione twinged reflexively at
the sound of the curse.� Her muscles
still ached from Bellatrix�s curse.

Lucius had fallen forward and curled now over his
knees, silently panting, shaking and twitching violently.� He was somehow able to remain on his
knees.�

She wondered at how often the man had experienced this curse and whether it
became any less painful in time.� Could
you get used to the cruciatus?�

The Dark Lord changed the angle of his wand and his face
tightened in some way as if he were physically driving it down against a
resistance and now Lucius did slide to the side, falling down and curling and flexing
helplessly, his eyes screwed shut and teeth gritted against what must be
horrible agony.�

Hermione felt that she should feel sympathy.. no.. more
than that.. she should
feel a moral obligation to try to help the man and reduce his pain.�

That was the thing though � it was more something she �should� be doing.. as if a miniature Harry were
sitting on her shoulder all the time and instructing her what the morally
�right� course of action was.�

Lucius wasn�t being cruciated for the first time and
he would no doubt be cruciated many more times with or without her
intervention, even if there were
anything she could do � which there likely was not.�

Thus rationalised, she attended with great focus to the effect of the curse
upon him.�

She wished suddenly that she understood how it worked.�

Why had the Dark Lord adjusted his casting in that manner to
increase the strength of the curse?!�
What other adjustments were possible?!�
Were all spells like this?�

She realised she had simply not experimented sufficiently with casting. �She had always duplicated the correct wandform almost immediately and moved on to the next
lesson.

What if there was a world of variation that she had missed in her impatience?!

The Dark Lord was so focused upon the thoughts of the girl
that he very nearly forgot about the blonde man writhing under his wand.� It took Lucius�
first whimpers to draw his attention away from her.� He ended the curse and allowed his servant to
pant and twitch in recovery.�

He paused in thought for a moment.�

Lucius was under no illusion that
his punishment was complete. He knew that his master was never satisfied until
he had brought him to the limits of his tolerance.� It didn�t matter whether he screamed and
simulated � the pain inevitably continued until he reached his true threshold
and only then would the dark wizard
relent and soothe his agony.�

Not so today apparently.�

He addressed him thoughtfully.� �A proposition, my servant.� We shall continue until I am satisfied that
you have been sufficiently punished.. or you may assist me in a small experiment with the
mudblood.�

I wish to see whether she is capable of casting the unforgiveable.� You will be the subject of whatever she might
cast.

I will give you the choice however If she is unable to cruciate
you I will release you from the remainder of your punishment.��

The Dark Lord turned and looked at Hermione again
speculatively, stroking his wand absently with a fingertip.

She looked startled and slightly fearful. �He could hear her doubts whirling round in her
mind.�

Lucius looked up from his prone
position, wracked by cramps in his calf muscles.�

�My Lord � I would..be pleased.. to
assist you in your ..experiment� he hushed out, his
heart still speeding from the curse.��

The Dark Lord smiled thinly.�
�A wise decision.� Come here...Hermione��

She got up from the sofa hesitantly and moved to stand
beside him, her head tilted to look up at him again.�

Once more she was struck by that peculiar gravity.. the magnetism the serpentine man radiated.�

�Lucius � your
wand.� He demanded.�

The blonde raised his brows in disbelief.� The Dark Lord was going to allow a mudblood
to use his wand?! The idea of it was
very nearly worse than the prospect of being cruciated.�

Being cruciated by a mudblood using his own wand. �Was it humanly possible to be more degraded than this?!�

He had no sooner pulled it from his sleeve than the Dark Lord
was summoning it to him.�

He levitated it to the girl, not bothering to try to hold it himself.

To Lucius great delight, no sooner
had her fingertips touched the handle but the wand hissed and sputtered and
threw black sparks.�

It did not like her magic
apparently.�

The Dark Lord scowled like a child with a wonderful Christmas
present that had been broken before he had had a chance to play wth it.� He snatched
the snake headed wand out of Hermione�s hand and tossed it back at the supine
man in frustrated irritation.�

After a moment he turned to her speculatively once more, his head slightly
tilted.�

�Come here, Hermione.�
Come closer to me.� He coaxed quietly.

She stepped the two steps between them uncertainly and he
pulled her in front of him, placing her back against his chest.

He held her pressed against him with one hand over her abdomen as the hand that
held his wand traced down her other arm until it found her hand.�

Raising it slightly with his own, he tentatively slipped his own wand into her
palm, keeping careful hold of her hand as he did.�

There was no reaction from the wand as he cautiously removed his fingers to her
wrist.�

He observed Lucius gaping like a
dead fish.� Turning his head to look down
into the little mudblood�s face, he saw the same
stunned expression there.�

�How does it feel?� he murmured against her ear, noting her
shiver in response.�

She had to swallow several times at the dryness in her mouth
to be able to speak.

�it�s.. heavier.. than mine.� Thicker.. I don�t mean physically.. it.. it feels.. It�s hard to
describe.� More
resistance. Or..slower.. turgid..��

She turned her head slightly but timidly averted her eyes.

He smirked and dragged her wrist to the side, pointing it at
the fireplace, then slid his hand up till he was gripping the wand above her
hand and cast the charm to extinguish the flames, withdrawing to her wrist once
more afterward.�

�Cast incendio� He instructed, his
lips close to the curve of her ear.�

She concentrated and cast the charm.�

The ensuing massive fireball caused him to snatch her back a
couple of steps.�

Lucius pulled in his legs sharply
away from the flaring flame tongues, looking up at them both in horror.� �If the girl was able to cast the
cruciatus...� he thought fearfully.�

The Dark Lord looked delighted.

�Well, well... now that is
..interesting...�

He guided the shocked Hermione, his hands still on her wrist
and her abdomen, urging her back around to point down at Lucius,
who seemed to want to crawl away.�

Sliding his hand over hers and pressing the wood between his fingers he
performed the wand movement exaggeratedly.�

�You do not need to over-pronounce the movement when you
cast it, use only the tip to curve and twist� he explained, his voice emanating
from a point slightly above her right ear.�

�The incantation is in the third quarter of the wand movement... like so..�� He pulled her
hand back and then flexed it again, the tip of the wand moving almost
imperceptibly

�Crucio!� he incanted and Lucius jolted and
cramped.� He released the curse almost
immediately.

�But Hermione...� he spoke again softly, turning his face
again, his lips moving against her ear. �I have said this to Potter when he
failed to cast the curse upon Bella.. ...You have to mean it.. You
must desire his pain or you will
fail� He darted his tongue out and traced the rim of her ear, making her
shudder.� She wanted to touch him again.. His proximity was maddening. �His breath across her ear made her stomach
flutter.

He pulled her closer still and she felt him erect against her lower back.�

He murmured against her neck now. �I am not entirely
convinced you are capable of casting it.. but..if you succeed.. I will kiss you.�� He
punctuated his offer with a sucking nip across the tendon in her neck, making
her feel jittery with want.��

She really, really, didn�t want to
fail right now.�

Taking a deep breath she looked down at Lucius.� He was braced on his elbows watching with incomprehension
and barely-veiled disgust.�

She felt a flare of fury at that.� How
dare he judge her?!� He had no basis for it.� It was one thing to be judged by Harry or any
of her friends but Lucius Malfoy had no moral basis for disapproval..

And as for his ridiculous blood prejudices � she had beaten every pure blood at
Hogwarts.� The Dark Lord had beaten every
pureblood in the world.�

Lucius was a ridiculous little man and his disgust
made her want to..�

�Crucio!!�� she incanted
venomously, wanting to cut the horrid man into little wriggling pieces.�

Lucius yelped in shock and rolled
in pain, writhing his body, trying to relieve the
horrible agony in his muscles and nerves. ��It felt as if he were being taken apart,
veins stripped and tugged loose, muscles stabbed with needles and stretched on
the rack.� Tendons shrank and joints overflexed.

He started to whimper almost immediately.�

The Dark Lord looked on with wide joyful eyes.� Today was certainly one wonderful surprise
after another.�

The sword and the chance to rid himself of Bella for a while and now this..

He slid his hand up over Hermione�s and gently turned her wrist, changing the
angle of the wand.� �Now focus that
feeling� he whispered next to her ear.�
�Channel it down into a thin concentrated line. Focus upon it to the
exclusion of all else.��

She tried to obey.� It
was difficult with his lips so close to her skin.�

After a while Lucius started to
wail desperately.

�Yess...� he hissed softly against
her neck.� �How long can you hold it focusssed?� he wondered aloud.�

She swallowed and struggled to shut everything out except
for that moment of Lucius�s disgust as he looked up
at her in the Dark Lord�s arms.�

Lucius was sobbing and making little inarticulate sounds
that might have been begging.�

She barely registered it.

It wasn�t until the Dark Lord ran the tip of his tongue up
the column of her neck that she lost control.�
The curse fell and she found herself panting.

The tongue on her neck had been replaced by lips, kissing and sucking.� His hand on her abdomen had moved up to her
breast, lightly caressing its curve with fingertips.�

She moaned helplessly, barely noticing the wand being plucked gently from her
fingers in the face of the sensations.

�Very good, Hermione..� he pronounced against her
neck. �Once again.. you have
pleased me.��

She tilted her head, baring her throat to him, but he lifted
his head away from her, chuckling darkly at her groan of disappointment.�

�Lucius..�
he began, shifting his attention reluctantly.�

She suddenly noticed the broken man on the floor before her.

Merlin!� Did she do that?!.. he looked like a bent old man,
his limbs curled and tight.

�I believe we are done...experimenting.� Your assistance was appreciated.� Are you able to stand?��

Lucius was breathing
irregularly.� His voice when he spoke
sounded gravelly and tight.

�I..I.. don�t think so..my
Lord.� �

The Dark Lord sighed long sufferingly
and released Hermione, stepping away and stalking to his desk.�

Hermione stood, somewhat gobsmacked, staring down at the
blonde patriarch who was avoiding her eyes.�

The Dark Lord returned and lowered himself to one knee
beside the man, uncorking a phial carefully.�

�This will help you return home.� I will
instruct Severus to visit you at his earliest convenience.�

He fixed the shell of a man with a stern glare.�

�Lucius.. I am certain I do
not need to explain to you the full..extent.. of my displeasure, should
Severus learn of anything pertaining
to the girl. �Whatever you might imagine,
be assured � it will be worse.�

If your transgression should lead to the loss
of my newest..servant - Draco will share your unenviable
fate and you will explain to him that he suffers because his father could not
hold his tongue with his lover.��

The Dark Lord paused thoughtfully, observing the closed face
of his servant. When he spoke next his voice was softer..
the voice of reason.�

�Do not assume I distrust Severus, Lucius
� or that I wish to divide you.. I am requiring this
of you, of you all, in protection of him. Dumbledore is a
formidable legilimens and Severus spends a great deal of time with him.� Let us not make his task more difficult than
it needs to be.

He has no need of this knowledge. Should I decide to send the girl back, he will
have to teach her.. see her
three times a day at meals.� You know
this as well as I.��

Hermione jolted � send her back?!� He couldn�t send her back!! God, surely not!!
She�d have to face Harry.. she�d
have to face Dumbledore.. he�d know!!.. the order would interrogate her.. they�d
lock her in Azkaban!� She�d have to obliviate herself � she didnt want to obliviate
him from her memory..�

The Dark Lord turned and looked up at her frightened mien in
irritation and turned back to Lucius.�

The man was still occluded to the eyeballs.

�I see we must have a long discussion about the events of
today, Lucius.��
He sighed ruefully.� �But we shall
have it when you are feeling stronger.�
You will attend me in a few days and we will entertain your..concerns.��

The blonde nodded.�
�Thank you My Lord�

The Dark Lord stood gracefully and stepped back to allow him
to climb with difficulty to his feet.�

�I will portkey you to the manor in light of your
present condition.� Severus will be there
presently, I imagine.�� He summoned a
quill from the desk and created a portkey, pushing it
into the hands of the considerably-frailer-looking arrogant aristocrat.�

The man managed a short bow and then the portkey
flung him away.�

Hermione watched the Dark Lord nervously.�

She was feeling extremely mixed emotions but fear was paramount among
them.� He had said he might send her back
to Hogwarts � but he had also said he was going to kiss her..

She felt like her heart might stop at any second.�

The unnatural gestalt turned and observed her, amused.�

�You claimed to want to serve me, Hermione. Is that still your desire?�� He raised a hairless brow questioningly.�

She saw what he was saying immediately but it didn�t change
the fear.�

�if..if you want me to go
back, I will.� I�m just..
very worried
at the thought of seeing them again now.
..please
don�t make me go back!��

Irritation flickered across his face momentarily and he
strode to her quickly, stopping inches from her.

�There is a difference between begging and whining, child.. You are apparently
intelligent.� Reason for me your
usefulness to me in Hogwarts in comparison with your usefulness to me here; How might you best serve me?��

She swallowed uncomfortably and looked down.� �I..know that.. but I
haven�t learned occlumency!� If Professor Dumbledore doesn�t discover me,
professor Snape will...�

The Dark Lord sighed and pulled her against him, resting his
arms on the small of her back.

�You have hit upon my dilemma, Hermione.�
Severus is untrustworthy. Draco is incompetent.� I require someone within those walls that I
can rely upon.�

...And I do not yet know whether I can rely upon you.�� He studied her pensively.�

�I can protect you from legilimency. You need not fear intrusion into your
mind. �However...If you cannot control
your behaviour, your tongue, ..your conscience... that
is a different matter.��

He stroked the back of a pale finger down her cheek.

She felt herself waver slightly.� It was only logical that she would be of use
in Hogwarts, considering who she was � she wondered...would she even be alive
now if she were not Harry Potter�s damn best friend?�

Yet again she felt a small guilty prick of resentment toward Harry.� Since she had met him � her entire life had
revolved around being Harry Potter�s best friend.�

Helping Harry, saving Harry, comforting Harry.�

In light of that though.. she
didn�t know whether she could sit
with him at breakfast and help him study for charms and comfort his guilt about
Sirius and then go off and report to the Dark Lord.. to
Tom..

It would be so much easier if it weren�t so confronting.�

The man holding her bristled at his name in her mind..

�If you have learned that much about me, you must know that I abhor that name... Were I not in a
particularly generous mood at present, you would be screaming under my wand for
thinking it at me..��

Hermione looked pained. �I know you dislike it.. I�m sorry. I�ll try
not to think of you as...him.�

Irritation flooded him even as he realised that it was
counter-productive.� He needed the chit
to trust him.. to be loyal to him..

If she had such difficulty with the idea of betraying Harry to the evil spectre
of Lord Voldemort, perhaps he should allow her that name...

As much as it grated against his mind, it might be useful.

He steeled himself, forcing his voice into softness.�

�Hermione.. I am
him.. as you put it.� While I do not associate myself with the name.. far less so since my most recent
incarnation � this face is far more suited to Lord Voldemort after all � I am
the same mind.. the same man.. I have merely had the
benefit of greater experience.��

He made himself say it, even though it felt tantamount to chewing broken glass
-

�I will allow you to call me by that name when we are in private...��

Hermione looked at the Dark Lord uneasily.� Hesitating long moments, she finally shook
her head.� �No..
you�ll only ensure that I am seldom around you in
private. �I will call you whatever you
prefer.� My Lord..
Sir.. Master.. It doesn�t
really matter.��

He sighed and tilted his head.� �Tom..� Say it Hermione..� he demanded fiercely.�

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip anxiously.�

His wand was pressed to her temple before she even
registered he had drawn it.�

Her vision blurred for a second and then the features of the man holding her
shifted and she was looking up into piercing dark blue eyes.�

The face studying hers with faint amusement was
breathtakingly lovely; every feature symmetrical and perfectly proportioned.�

He had a patrician nose.�� It was such a
shame that he had lost the attractively shaped feature.

He had long black eyelashes, his eyebrows were
naturally-perfect angular bows � his raven wing hair swept to the side in
casual elegance.

It was...bizarrely.. recognisably the
same face.�

His bone structure..his lips.. the
shape of his eyes all had not changed.�
And yet.. it was
completely different.�

This was a man..a
devastatingly attractive man, yes, but a man of flesh and blood.��

The other.. the other was
Lord Voldemort and he looked like
something that was beyond human.

�Say my name..� the man who was Tom
Riddle instructed her.�

She released her bottom lip gently and whispered �Tom� ��

He smirked.�

�Very good, Hermione... Say it again.. and this time let us pretend you are a Gryffindor�

She frowned and this time she spoke quietly but clearly �Tom
Riddle ...Junior;� The greatest living wizard;� The last Heir of Salazar Slytherin... and the
man who created the character of Lord Voldemort.��

He blinked and frowned.�

Even his frown was aesthetically pleasing. �

�I am undecided whether to address your distinction of greatest
�living� wizard..there are problems with that on
several different levels.. and I do not believe I am
amused at your description of �Lord Voldemort� as a character. ...But you
certainly gave an award winning performance of feckless Gryffindor.� That was Gryffindor at its wretched
finest.� Nudging
against the border between feckless Gryffindor and dead Gryffindor, in fact.��

He withdrew his wand from her forehead and she was unable to prevent a very
small pang of wistfulness as the mirage of the man shimmered away to be
replaced by the marble white alien visage of Lord Voldemort.�

�Say it again..� he demanded
quietly.�

She looked up into the strange face..
�Tom..� she said unflinchingly.�

The colourless lips drew into a smile. �There you go...�

He drew her closer still. She was pressed up against his body seamlessly now as
he traced the side of her face with his wand.�

�You take instruction tolerably well...�
I believe I might give you what you desire.��

She furrowed her brow in confusion.

He leaned in and brushed his pale lips across hers, making
them tingle.� She ran her tongue over her
bottom lip to soothe the sensation. �His
strange vertical pupils followed the movement and in the next moment his mouth
descended upon hers brutally, his hand fisted in her hair holding her in place.

When his cool pointed tongue slashed along the crease of her lips, she parted
them, allowing him to deepen the kiss. �

He devoured her forcefully, tongue sliding over her own, curling and teasing,
drawing it back into his own mouth, where he sucked upon it then nipped it
sharply, making her flinch.�

There was nothing tentative or gentle in his kiss and yet
this was gentle by his standards.

The girl was still responding willingly.. she was in no pain.. He had not restrained her, beaten her,
invaded her mind.. none of
his preferred..foreplay. �

He pulled back with some small reluctance.�

Hermione was flushed, her pupils wide as black tunnels. She leaned
into him, trying to reclaim his lips.�

The smallest quirk of his brow halted her and she bit her bottom lip again
instead, need written across her face.�

He smiled, pleased at her response.

�Yes.. you
do take instruction well..don�t you?!..� he stroked his knuckles over her jaw, gazing
at her with half lidded eyes�

�As I was saying before I became distracted by your hot
little mouth.. I have decided to give you what you
most want.�

You will spy for me...and I will teach you the dark arts...

...Well.. I
will teach you the dark arts..among other
things.��

Hermione had stopped breathing in ecstatic shock. She must
have been drugged or poisoned somehow and currently lying in the infirmary
having some kind of lovely dream.� This
couldn�t possibly happen.�

She might have fantasised about it, but there was no way
that the Dark Lord would have time or inclination to actually teach her anything..
unless it was something that involved a lot of
suffering and a horrible death.�

The hard body in her arms rocked slightly.�

He was chuckling.�

�You are not altogether wrong.� I would have made a terrible teacher.. I do not share knowledge readily.� However...for some reason I find myself
peculiarly enamoured of the idea of training you...molding you in my own image..

and I shall enjoy in it all the more for the knowledge that you are sitting
next to Potter at lunch, in classes, sleeping only a few rooms away�

He kissed her lightly once more and she forced herself not to try to pursue him
when he retreated.

�Are you amenable?..� he asked,
certain of her answer.�

She did not disappoint.

��yes!..
yes yes yes!�� Her expression was dazed and her smile
beatific.

He pulled her gently toward the low wide armchair, seating
himself and then drawing her down upon his lap.

She seemed to become skittish again at this.�
Clearly her lack of sexual experience, displayed earlier, extended to
all forms of intimacy.

�Calm yourself, girl. I merely wish to be comfortable while
I think.� he reassured her, turning her effortlessly to lie on her back atop
him, her head on his shoulder and her legs hanging on either side of his
own.�

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck absently.�

�The problem is, of course, your inability to freely leave
school grounds.� You cannot very well
vanish off by yourself every weekend...��

She responded sadly �Now that my parents are gone.. I probably won�t be able to leave Hogwarts during term break
either.. Or rather.. I�m sure
they�ll pack me off to the Weasley�s or some Order safehouse.

In subtext the words whined through her brain �do I really have to go back?!�

He ignored it.�

�No.� They won�t.� A way will be found.�

Until then.. our lessons may
necessarily have to be long distance, for the most part.��

He drew his wand and summoned a book, lowering it in her..their.. lap.�

It looked suspiciously like the diary horcrux that Harry had destroyed in
second year.�

He snorted at her as if to say �oh ye of little faith� and
transfigured it into a red leatherbound year planner
diary of the type found in stationary shops countrywide.�

�Replicum� he incanted, tapping it
twice. The single diary became two identical diaries.�

Awkwardly reaching around her he ordered them side by side
on her lap.�

�Perhaps you may not know this particular spell� he
murmured.

�Take the wand..�

When she held it, he folded his large hand around her small
one, ensuring he held the wood of the wand above her fingers and moved it to
the first book.�

He drew a sequence of runes on the front cover.�
Hermione mentally noted them as they went.�

When he had finished the six runes he moved the wand to the
second book.�

�Duplicate what you saw� he instructed.�

She did so easily and he smiled approvingly.� �Good.�

He tapped each book in turn and then tapped them again in the reverse
order.� Then drawing the wandform in the air slowly, so that she could see it he
enunciated �transcrivae mutatum
permutate��

He drew the same wandform in mirror image and
repeated the incantation.

There was a faint yellowish glow momentarily from the books.�

Summoning a quill and ink from the desk he charmed both
books open and had her write in each.�

Whatever was written in one appeared simultaneously in the other.�

Hermione nodded, pleased.

�No.. I didn�t know that spell. Thank you!� I made up one somewhat like it though when I
charmed galleons for the DA last year.��

He didn�t respond to this.�
Instead he placed his hand upon the first book and had her place her
hand on top of his on the wand this
time as he drew the rather curly wandform and
incanted �Cogus obscurus.��

This time when she duplicated it on the other book with her own hand, he
allowed her to wield the wand unassisted.�

She imitated to his satisfaction.

He confiscated the wand from her automatically and took up
the quill and first book, pulling it to the side to reach it comfortably.�

His script when he wrote in the first diary was beautiful,
she observed.� He had a flowing angular
cursive style with understated flourishes.

When he had finished she observed what he had written in the
first diary.

�the muggles and their blood
pollution are the true cause of all ill in the wizarding world. When they mix
with pure wizarding stock, the result is a weakening of magical power and a
dulling of the mental faculties.�

She frowned slightly.�
He gestured at the other book.�

She read �Relevant is not what one is, but what one can do. �Halfbloods and even
muggleborns can be more powerful and more intelligent than purebloods.��

She gasped and craned her neck to look over her shoulder at
him, shocked not at the spell but at what he had chosen to communicate.�

He smirked and waved his hand, erasing the writing in both
books.

She took the quill from him gingerly and hesitated, trying
to think of something to write.�

Finally she wrote �Inbreeding within a small closed population leads to genetic
aberrations, infertility, reduced intellectual
capacity and health problems.��

Out of curiosity she added �there is no good or evil, there is only power and
those too weak to seek it.��

She heard an amused snort behind her.�

Looking to ..Tom�s diary, she read ��Muggle
contamination of the pure wizarding blood leads to infertility, reduced
intellectual capacity and health problems.�
There is no good or evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek
it��

She wrinkled her nose unsure whether to be amused or
not.�

�What do you read in mine?� she wondered aloud.�

He responded dryly �Idealistic drivel about house elves...
and a familiar quote about the corruptive potential of absolute power.��

He stilled thoughtfully.�
In some ways, he noticed, the chit was not unlike himself when
young.�

She had entirely convinced her professors and the majority of the school that
butter wouldn�t melt in her mouth, when she was by far the most devious and
mercenary girl in the place, and so intelligent and capable that she was never
caught.�

He waved his hand again, deleting the writing from both
diaries.�

� You should be safe if it is found, however to be
cautious, I would advise you to place locking charms upon it and hide it carefully.�

She nodded and he levitated her diary to the table and his
own to the desk simultaneously.�

She was impressed, although she knew it was really such a
ridiculously small thing.� She found it hard
to control more than one object in the air if they were moving at cross
purposes.

He shifted himself beneath her, sliding lower in the
armchair and running his fingertips up her body, making her shiver again.��

�You will take several similarly shielded books from my library when you depart
and will learn their contents� he informed her, slowly beginning to unfasten
her robe.�

Her eyes darted hungrily to the bookshelves.�

�Now now, my dear. It is rather
insulting that you desire my books at
the present moment.��

He turned his head toward her and flickered the tip of
his tongue against her neck behind her ear as he spread her robe open.� She gasped and wriggled on his lap slightly
at the sensation.��

He inspected the body he had revealed. �She wore a thigh length shift dress below the
robe but her shape was as pleasing as the robe had suggested.�

�I think we can do without this� he murmured, vanishing the dress
wandlessly.

She turned her head away nervously, afraid of what he might
think of her body, which she knew was
terribly imperfect.

She knew her breasts were quite small and her hips a bit too large no matter
what she did. �She had tried to lose
weight and the only result was that her ribs stuck out now when she raised her
arms and her hips were still too wide.�

She also had knobbly knees and horrid hair.�

Her thoughts dissipated helplessly when his fingers began to
trace the contours of her exposed body, making her whimper and sigh alternately
as he stroked the silky skin of her thighs and abdomen.�

She turned her face back to his, seeking to capture
his lips and he allowed it, tangling his tongue with her own languidly.� One of his hands slid up into her hair,
holding her in place to kiss, while the other slid slowly but inexorably down
beneath the waistband of her brief blue satin knickers.�

She gasped against his mouth as his fingertips explored her small trimmed
triangle of pubic hair, delving lower; slipping between her lips and finding
her sopping wet and burning.�

His swift sharky smirk was clearly tangible against
her lips and he kissed her harder, driving away rational thought with the
demands of lips and tongue.�

She barely noticed when her panties disappeared, but moaned into his mouth as
his finger trailed up and down her folds and then traced the circlet of her
tiny wet little hole.��

He pulled away, holding her in place with his hand fisted in
her curls.� His voice was soft but
brooked no argument.

�I am going to take you, Hermione.� -You
are mine.. this� he teased at
her virginal little channel with his fingertip �-is mine�

She nodded, eyes dazed with lust. �Yes..
yours.�

He kissed her roughly once again, vanishing
her bra and shifting the hand that held her in place to her breast, caressing
and cupping the ample mound while the hand at her pussy gently insinuated a
single finger into her tight passage, shallowly stroking in and out slowly, the
heel of his hand rubbing teasingly over her clitoris.�

It felt strange - she had never had anything at all inside
her until now. Her own masturbatory forays were rather primitive, she didn�t
even use tampons. Her sex drive hadn�t really been a big focus in her life so
far, really. There were so many more important things to do.�

She moaned again, in wonder at the sensations her body was reporting.

�Up.� He commanded, releasing her.�

She climbed up off him with some initial fumbling and stood,
embarrassed before him, trying to cover herself with her hands.

�Stop that, foolish child� he demanded impatiently.� �I want to see you.� Turn. �Show yourself to me�

She froze, ashamed of her body and what he would no doubt
think of it when he had a chance to see her properly.�

That was obviously why he had required her to stand up in this manner.�

It took her all her will power to force her hands down to her side and she
stood shaking and ashamed.� She closed
her eyes, not wanting to see the derision on his face.�

Unseen, he raised his eyebrows in mild surprise at her
behaviour.� The girl was even more damaged
than young Severus had been.

She had a luscious little body and was apparently entirely unaware of that
fact.�

As she turned on the spot he admired her pert little bottom and tight silky
thighs.�

Ah youth. She was so
very young.� A child, though she
protested the fact.� No more than seventeen..� Rarely did he
indulge in females this young. �They tended to break too quickly.� It was less entertaining than selecting one
in her mid to late twenties with enough experience under her belt to be more
discriminating in her fear....to try to rationalise and to endure what he did
to her..at least initially.�

He would have to be very careful when he took the chit to his bed. �She had to be capable of returning to Hogwarts
later.

But he did not want to release her without having her..
Done right, it would bind her more completely to him if he took her virgin
blood....and what if the worst did
come to pass and the girl was discovered?!�
No.. he would take her
now!�

Hermione had circumscribed a full rotation now, her heart
sinking at the silence of the dark wizard below her and gingerly opened her
eyes.�

The predatory hunger in the glittering red eyes was unnerving.� His expression was-..�

..well... objectively seen it was frightening.� She should be terrified.� Any rational, sane, right-thinking person
would be trying to escape � hell any reasonable
person wouldn�t be voluntarily naked in front of this man in the first place.�

She could call him Tom all she wanted, but he was Lord Voldemort and he was terrifying.� The most powerful.. the most dangerous.�
She must have a screw loose for desiring him like this.

It was only a matter of time until she was killed, if not by him, then by a
death eater.. or perhaps even
one of her friends if they found out.�

Nobody would ever understand. No matter how this war turned out, her life was
almost certainly over.�

The reptilian-featured wizard stood gracefully, stepping
close to her, his height forcing her again to tilt her head back to look up at
him.

He gestured at the bookshelves to the side without turning away from her and
she registered it slide out and to the side, exposing an archway and beyond it,
a bedchamber.

His voice was low and dark..�It is too late for those thoughts, Hermione. �You have offered yourself to me...and now I
will have you. The time for �should have� has passed.��

His pale hand stroked down from her shoulder to her wrist, encircling it
tightly.�

Without further hesitation he turned and led her into the
bedchamber. �His grip on her clearly
communicating that she would follow or be dragged.

The archway vanished behind her immediately.�

She complied unquestioningly. �What he said was true � it was far too late to
try to back out and would she, even if she could?

This was, after all, what she had wanted; �Incomprehensibly real now, but
nonetheless - all she had fantasised about and more.� She would get to taste the object of her
fantasies..

He was going to teach her.. wasn�t that worth any price? To
learn from the greatest..to have the chance to gain
insight into that mind.. �

Thus preoccupied she continued to argue with herself
internally as he led her to the bed and turned, sweeping avaricious eyes down
her body once again. �

His words brought her out of her tailspin

�Do you want to disrobe me, Hermione?..� he asked, tilting his head back and
looking down upon her with glinting eyes, a faint twist of amusement at the
corner of his lips.�

Yes.� Yes she really did.� The thought of being allowed to touch this
man at her own discretion was heady.

She bit her lip and moved trembling fingers to the fastenings of his robe,
fumbling with them as he looked down watching her overawed excitement with dark
satisfaction.�

He allowed her to struggle her way through the robe, sliding
it off his shoulders and laying it on the bed reverently, leaving him in a
black shirt and trousers.�

She seemed surprised at the muggle clothing.�
He tilted his head slightly watching her and sampling her thoughts on
his unexpected attire.�

Her hands shook terribly as she stepped close, reaching up for
the top button.�

Briefly he caught her eye and before she lowered her gaze again he read a
delicious mix of powerful emotions, chief among them being blatant desire..

He could see she felt..proud and simultaneously
unworthy to be allowed this liberty on his person.

She swallowed hard and managed the buttons with some
difficulty, parting his shirt as she moved down, exposing a sculpted marble
chest, smooth and cool and devoid of hair.

Hesitating, her shaking hand hanging in midair for a second, she stroked a warm
finger down his sternum.�

He parted his lips, watching her exploration with avid
interest.� It was astounding how
entertaining he was finding this strange innocent little chit.�

Normally he tended to rather loathe innocence.�
It was too close to ignorance.�

The incandescent adoration in her mind was like an electric current.� So similar to Bella..
and yet incomparable.�

Hermione had reached the last button and tugged the shirt
free, spreading it and looking upon him as if she were trying to memorise his
form.�

Impulsively she leaned in and brushed a feather light kiss over his left
pectoral muscle to the side of his small flat white nipple.� Her small tongue darting
out, flickering quickly and withdrawing.

Amused but impatient he banished the rest of his clothing,
making her jump slightly at the sudden exposure of the lean, muscled, snow
white body.� Her eyes slid down him
drinking him in.�

Two fingers beneath her chin brought her face back up to
meet his eyes.

�Touch me� he commanded softly.��

She reached out tentatively and placed her hands on his
abdomen and ran them slowly up his skin.�

�You feel so cold� she murmured, a puzzled look on her face.

He wrapped his arms slowly around her and pulled her against him.� �You feel..wonderfully
warm, my dear.� Perhaps you can raise my
temperature.��

Her hands were sliding around the back of his neck and she
pulled him down to her mouth.� They
tangled for a while until he moved quickly, gripping her under the ass and
lifting her effortlessly. �Her legs
wrapped around his waist automatically and she wasn�t aware of reality with any
definition till he drew back from the heated kiss and she found herself lying
on the bed on her back panting and flushed with his hard body between her
thighs.�

She had been grinding herself against him without even
realising it and it wasn�t till he stopped kissing her that she became aware of
the thick cock slipping teasingly against her most intimate area, rubbing up
against her clit, spreading her juices around.�

The Dark Lord was leaning up and summoning something. She
turned a dazed head trying to focus.�

A phial.� What?
Why?� It was empty.�

He held it in the palm of his hand and whispered an incantation in a language
she didn�t recognise.

The slow grinding movement of his cock against her made it so hard to
focus.�

He placed the phial open on the bedside table and turned back to her, leaning
down and proceeding to tongue her breasts.�

This was more stimulation than she had ever had before and she couldn�t help
crying out when he slipped his wet, strangely-cool mouth over her nipple,
sucking it to a needy little point.�

She felt his teeth close on it briefly but he released her without biting, as
she had suddenly been afraid he was going to do.�

Instead he licked and sucked a meandering path around her breast and over to
the other one which received a similar treatment.�

It was astounding to look down and see him there.. to see that face doing this.�

He moved up again and caught her lips, plunging his tongue
into her even as his hands glided down her body and he positioned the head of
his cock at her small entrance.�

Small.. it was tiny he thought.� Pixies had larger
snatches. �He was going to tear her apart
when he thrust in. �

He knew if he were merciful he would lick and finger her to stretch her
somewhat so that it would not hurt quite as
much when he tore her hymen..but he wanted to spill as
much blood as possible in taking her innocence.�
The more she shed, the more he would have in his possession later.�

One never knew when these things might come in useful.�

Still.. he
didn�t want to traumatize the naive little chit to the point that she might run
weeping back to Hogwarts and hide from him.�

As much as he hated it, he saw only two choices.� Two spells.�

The first was the so called �Love�s noble sacrifice� � an
ancient spell that would transfer her pain to him.� He would then bear the result of whatever
suffering he inflicted.�

That was certainly not appealing.�

The other option was an obscure spell in parseltongue that
he had originally found in Salazar Slytherin�s private library in the chamber
of secrets decades ago.�

In a sense it was the dark arts equivalent of mercy. It didn�t diminish or
transfer pain, it merely adjusted the mind�s interpretation
of it, rendering it arousing, pleasurable to experience it.�

It was dangerous for that reason as those under its effect could easily harm
themselves lethally and die in ecstatic bliss.

Of course.. it
might not be exactly what the girl had imagined for her first foray into
sexuality.. but it was probably preferable to screams
and tears and begging him to stop.�

But first things first.. he had to render her blood sacrifice binding.. He hovered
poised at her entrance, implacable to her writhing and trying to get him to rub
up against her again.�

Breaking the kiss he trailed his lips over her jaw, nipping and sucking to her
neck.. She was making appealing little mewling sounds
in response to his ministrations.� He
slid his lips up to her ear.�

�Hermione... do you want to be mine?� he murmured
seductively.�

�Mmhm..�
she sighed dazedly, too caught up in sensation to offer more.�

�Say it.. Say you want to be mine�
he urged, trailing his tongue up the shell of her ear, his breath teasing
her.�

�Ohhh..� I want to be yours,� she breathed with
longing.�

�Do you give yourself to me?�� he asked.� She hesitated but his mouth was already sliding
down her neck to that sensitive place at the base that caused her to gasp and
clutch at him.�

�yes!� she exclaimed urgently.

He smiled cruelly..nipping his way
back up her slender neck to her ear, breathing across it and making her whimper
and pull on his shoulders.

He slid a hand between them again and started to stroke her hard little
clit.�

The effect was galvanic.� Her moans
redoubled.

He hissed the pain converting incantation softly into her ear in parseltongue
and the sound seemed to arouse her even further, she shuddered in
response.�

He quirked.� The little thing was turned on by
parseltongue.� How delightful.�

He rose up to brush his lips against hers and hissed softly ::you belong to
me.� I claim you::

She kissed him like a thing possessed and at that moment he
thrust forward, forcing himself into her and violently rending her
barrier.�

Screaming and curling around him tightly, he nevertheless felt her fluttering
around his cock.�

The girl had come as he�d entered her. The pain must have been considerable, he
mused.�

Her whimpers and panting as she sought to recover were quite
fetching.�

He withdrew slowly, carefully, turning and watching the phial on the table
filling itself.� When the blood reached
the top he wandlessly sealed the phial and sent it back where it had come
from.�

Hermione was too shaken to be aware of anything much. She
came back to life when he plunged back into her, yelping and squirming, trying
to get away.�

�Now now.. none of that� he tutted her mildly and bit down on her throat as he started
to thrust deeply into her. �

Her pussy was scorchingly hot with the blood
flowing.�

Hermione was beside herself.�
It had hurt.. so much! ...So much more than she
had been expecting it to.�

Ginny said that the first time wasn�t that bad.�
Maybe it was just her..

or maybe it was her choice of partner.�

She was disturbed at how the pain had somehow heightened the other sensations she
had been feeling and pushed her over the edge.�

Even now.. the large organ
driving into her hurt with each
movement but it was also so ...strangely.. good.. like scratching an itch.�
The pain made it better
somehow.�

This wasn�t right.�

She responded blindly as the Dark Lord�s mouth again
descended upon her own.� The movement of
his cool slick tongue against hers enhanced the feeling of him within her.�

It was strange.. when he had
first started moving in her, his penis had actually felt cold.� His entire body was
cool.. ok not cold as such but several degrees cooler
than her own.�

Right now that was wonderful.� She felt
feverish and broke the kiss to press her warm face into his neck, unable to
stop herself from bucking and moving with him, chasing a climax that was fast
approaching.

Her mouth sucked at his skin helplessly, biting him and she was rewarded with a
low groan.� His thrusts became harder and
one of his hands slipped up to her breast, crushing and mauling it.�

That was enough to tip her over into another mind blowing climax.� She cried out desperately, her body writhing
and flexing beneath him, hearing his low moan near her ear.

Sweet Salazar the girl was reactive..
he cursed, grinning, straining to control the approach
of his own completion.� He was not
finished; was not ready yet to end this occupation.�

She was pushing herself up in counterpoint to him and it felt..extraordinarily
satisfying.

The observation was irritating.� Normally
he preferred a partner who was struggling against
him.�

The girl was biting him, curled around him like a limpet,
her body deliciously warm.� He could not
help a groan of pleasure at it.�

If he didn�t wish to come he was going to have to pull away
now.�

It was almost too much to force himself to do that though. �His body was moving on autopilot; fucking the
little thing into the mattress with violent strokes.� His breath was rough and fast and he did not want to stop now to get the sensations
under control.� He wanted to let the
impending storm flash through him.� His
cock seemed to be in full control of his body as his hips moved, grinding
deeply into the girl.

She was begging him incoherently. Her lips moving against his shoulder, kissing
and mumbling pleading exhortations as she clenched him even more tightly like
she wanted to crawl under his skin.�

Fuck it.. He would come now.. He could always have the chit again later.�

He panted in pleasure as he turned
his face slightly, placing his lips at her ear and breathed �..crucio...� The ensuing shrieks and spasmic cramps pushed them both over the edge and he groaned gutterally,
emptying his balls into the screaming girl below him, her head tossing.�

He released the spell as he felt his climax ebbing and her
screams abated too, turning into breathy sobs and shivers over her entire
body.�

�Mmmmm..�
he growled into her neck feeling lazy boneless satisfaction.

He rolled them both so that she lay straddled atop him,
still curled around his body.� Her weight
was negligible and her warm shaking and shuddering of recovery intensely
pleasurable.�

He had not withdrawn from her body but could feel his cock softening in
her.�

The breathy little sniffles and pants next to his ear
tapered off slowly and she tentatively raised her head to look down at
him.� Her face was streaked with tears
but she seemed to almost glow with freshly shagged radiance.

The expression she wore was exquisite.�
She wasn�t sure how to deal with what she had just experienced obviously.� There was a curiosity and a
vulnerability in her eyes.�

He circumvented her questions by dragging her down by the
hair to kiss him.� She responded at first
hesitantly but then increasingly enthusiastically.�

He hoped she wouldn�t become difficult now.��

When he released her from the kiss she looked slightly dazed again.� It was flattering to see the extreme effect
he had upon her.�

His wandless scourgify upon them
both made her flinch and then she bit her lip, seeming worried about something.�

Sighing he demanded. �Speak, girl.� What is it?!��

Her eyes were wide and she seemed unsure how to phrase whatever
she wanted to say.�

Impatiently he delved into her mind and saw the shape of things.�

He snorted.

�Firstly, Hermione.. there is nothing wrong
with masochism.� It does rather defeat
the purpose for true sadists, but it is not ..aberrant..
as you seem to view it.� Many people, more than you would believe,
enjoy a little bitter with their sweet.

Secondly, and more importantly, although I am already aware you possess some
masochistic tendencies.. no
it is not usual for one to be aroused to climax by the cruciatus.� You were under the effects of a spell.� You are small and I am generously endowed �
It was desirable to render you capable of enduring the pain I was aware you
would experience when I penetrated you.� Do
not fuss.� I have already removed
it.� Look��

He pinched her bottom and she squeaked indignantly. �It hurt - and not in a good way.�

She wasn�t sure what to think about this.�

On the one hand she felt almost cheated.�
Her first time had been under the effects of some mind altering spell.�

On the other..more pragmatic.. hand,
she was grateful that he had sought to improve the experience for her.�

It didn�t seem to fit, with all the things she had
learned about the man, for him to be so merciful.�

She curled down around him again, putting her head on his
chest.�

Astoundingly he stroked her hair gently.�

There was something possessive about the gesture and indeed this was only
exaggerated when he spoke, his chest rumbling against her ear.�

�You are mine now, Hermione.� Do not
forget...� I do not share my possessions.� I am certain I do not need to explain to you
what will happen should you betray me.��

She sighed and wrapped her arms around him more
tightly.�

Somehow the alluded threat, rather than unnerving her, made her feel a fierce
little warmth inside.

�Yes Tom� she whispered against his skin happily.�

He only barely managed to steel himself against
reacting.�

The name might grate against him painfully but the tone in her voice was very
encouraging.� She would return to
Hogwarts and carry out what he required of her.�

He reluctantly lifted her off him and placed her beside him
in the crook of his arm where she immediately curled up against him, burrowing
her head against his chest.�

It was peculiar how little that bothered him. �

He sighed, finding himself drowsy.�

�You must return in only a few hours, my dear and I have preparations to
make.� We must rise.��

She suppressed the tiny whine inside her and nodded against
his side, feeling slightly bereft when he pulled away, swinging his long lean
legs over the edge of the bed and gliding to his feet.�

For the first time she could see his entire body at
distance.�

He was breathtaking.�

He looked like some kind of marble statue, each muscle defined, his form perfectly
proportioned.�

When he turned, the effect shifted.�
Instead of looking like a greek sculpture he
appeared more like some pagan idol..� Or.. an alien.. a coenobite... a Sumerian
snake god..�

She watched his lips quirk and knew he had registered the thought.�

He had summoned his wand and a single wave had his robes
shimmering back into place around him.�

When he pointed it at her, a strange thrill went through her..
a tiny shiver of fear.�

But she felt her own robes appearing around her.� They had been in the other room.� That was a handy spell, she thought.�

The archway had reappeared and Tom was already stalking off
through it. �Come.� He commanded brusquely.�

She complied.

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