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The Black Veil	By : Nerys Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 10981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Black Veil: Part One
- 2-The Black Veil: Part Two
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A yelp left Hermione's mouth when Alphard turned around and abruptly dumped her on the bed. She landed ungracefully on her bum, her legs up in the air, arms swinging around afraid to drop to the floor as she slipped to the edge. Her fingers clutched frantically to the covers until her feet touched the floor, stopping her sliding movement. Taking a deep breath in relief for not falling to the hard floor, she lay there for a moment as she contemplated on her situation.

Then, utterly furious, Hermione looked up, leaning on her elbows as she watched the person whom she was trapped into this chamber with and who had just dumped her on this bed uncaringly. Alphard Black had paced away from her and was standing with his back to her, staring at the blind wall. Both his hands were in his neck as he stretched out his spine, taking a deep breath.

'What's the matter with you?' she hissed. 'Don't you get that—'

'Shut up,' he snapped, all kindness gone from his voice.

Hermione sputtered in indignation and rose from the bed. 'Don't—'

'Granger, stay away and give me a moment to get my temper under control unless you care to take the brunt of it,' he warned in a strained tone, his arms dropping.

There was a slight tremble running visibly through his body, and she froze on the spot, noticing he'd clenched his fists. Just how bad was this temper of his?

There was nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide in this tiny room, and he was an awful lot taller than her. Her eyes flashed around, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon in case it were necessary. Besides the king-sized, wooden four-poster, there were two nightstands positioned on either side. However, there was nothing on top of them, not even a lamp or a decorative vase, and they looked too heavy to pick up and use as a battering ram. Other than the bed and the nightstands, the room was empty—present company not included.

So, she stood there, waiting silently and somewhat keeping her distance. If push came to shove, she supposed she could always plant one of her high heels in a sensitive part of his anatomy.

The trembling of his body ceased, and his fists unclenched. Finally, he took a deep breath and turned around, his facial expression composed and seemingly under control.

'Are you all right now?' Hermione asked, wincing inside at how snide and sarcastic those words left her lips.

He smirked. 'Are you always this blunt?'

'Do you always threaten to beat up the nearest person even when they aren't to blame for your situation?'

His smirk broadened into a devious smile. 'Well, it's convenient,' he replied unapologetically.

Hermione scowled and placed her hands on her sides.

'However, you needn't worry. Right now, it wouldn't be convenient at all for me to damage you since we're clearly in this … together.'

'Well, we wouldn't be in this … together,' she added, mimicking him, 'if you hadn't dragged us in here. Those were my friends outside and—'

'Are you always this unobservant, Granger?' he interrupted. 'That insipid Fudge woman had her wand out and was about to cast us in here. I figured this way would be less violent.' He shrugged and rubbed his back, muttering more to himself, 'Hadn't counted on you kneeing my spine though.'

'Sorry,' she said, sounding equally unapologetic as he had a minute ago.

'Apology accepted,' he replied with a cheerful smile.

She felt her irritation rise despite her better judgement because she was certain he'd taken her apology seriously for that purpose. Only a fool would miss she hadn't been sincere. She actually hoped his spine hurt lots.

By Godric, how can one person be so … so … grrr.

'Unfortunately, there seems to be some ward against wandless magic activated. Nothing I did worked. I tried disarming that witch. I tried Apparating us out of the Death Chamber several times in case the ward was oscillating. Or did you really think that I merely enjoyed holding onto your arm all that time?'

'Oh niiiiice. Love you, too, darling,' she mimicked his previous flirting behaviour snidely, even though she was somewhat impressed about what he had tried to do. Apparently, he wasn't completely brainless and quite powerful, too, if he felt secure enough to attempt a wandless Apparition for the both of them. Her mind lingered a moment on that thought, but she shook it away. She couldn't dwell on it now, not while they were still trapped in this room.

Alphard grinned about her accurate acting performance. 'And pray tell, what did you do to help us out of that situation besides just standing there, gawking at me?'

'I wasn't gawking at you,' she immediately replied, horrified he'd noticed.

He arched one of his perfect eyebrows.

'Well, not for that,' she added, wanting to pummel him to death. 'I just thought you looked – you looked more alive than I expected.'

'I see.'

'It's the truth. I don't find you attractive at all.'

Another infuriating smirk followed that statement. Blasted Slytherins.

'Really?' he teased.

'Really.'

He slowly glided towards her, halting inches away from her body. Hermione arched her neck to meet his eyes, refusing to back down. She wasn't going to let him intimidate her with his invasion of her personal space. He would just have to back away himself. She wasn't moving. He, however, was. Leaning towards her ear, he breathed seductively against her skin as he whispered oh so softly:

'So, it won't affect you at all were I to do,' he paused, raising his hand, 'this.'

With the back of his hand, he gently caressed her right cheek. It tingled and had an effect on her she would never have been able to predict. She was by no means inexperienced. She'd been touched by boys, men, before and in much more intimate ways. Yet, this simple action nearly made her come undone. When she didn't step away or object to his caress, his hand followed the path of chin, fingers turning around to cup her left cheek, and his thumb grazed over her mouth, hardly even touching her lips. Still, it made her mouth dry, and she licked her lips in response to that titillating sensation he brought forth inside of her. Hermione closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, and a soft mewl escaped her. She wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them.

His low, triumphant chuckle broke her out of her reverie, and her eyes snapped open, slapping his hand away at once.

'What?' she started, looking around confused for a minute and then realising the chamber had to be charmed with a lust-inducing spell for her to have such an extreme reaction. Oh, she was so going to make them pay for all this. 'I can't believe they actually jinxed this room to get us going at it faster,' she said through gritted teeth. 'What are we, on a timer?' she yelled at the place that used to host the door.

'It's a bit crude,' Alphard concurred calmly.

'I'm going to kill them,' she hissed vengefully. 'I don't know how yet, but it'll be something slow and excruciatingly painful!' The latter was once again shouted in the direction of the absent door.

'I believe killings would be counterproductive to their goals,' Black joked.

'Do I look like I care about their damn goals?'

He regarded her quietly for a moment. 'No,' he said slowly. 'You don't seem like the type of witch to mind. So, then tell me, how come Hermione Jean Granger is here, obediently following the orders of a Ministry she clearly disagrees with? I have to say, I'd love to find out how they managed that,' he added, staring at her entertained. 'That must have been something.'

'They threatened my family,' Hermione said sourly, starting to pace the room to and fro. 'I should've told my parents to stay in Australia under their aliases after Harry vanquished Voldemort. Why did I even think it would be safe for them to ever come back? Fudge, Scrimgeour, Thicknesse,' she stopped in front of him, counting off the names on her fingers, 'all idiotic, power-hungry bureaucrats—Ministers, they're all tarred with the same brush. If only Kingsley would've kept the job, something might've changed. Still, I should've waited. I should've seen the signs when Minister Mogol took office. I should've never brought them back.'

'Don't beat yourself up over it. Leaving them there wouldn't have made a difference,' Alphard said reassuringly. 'There are always traces. They would've been found easily by the Ministry if they started checking the Muggle records.'

'Voldemort didn't.'

Alphard's face contorted before finding his composure back. It was slightly disappointing to Hermione he couldn't take the name as well as Sirius had. Then again …

'Maybe he would have if he hadn't sent Severus Snape to do that job,' Alphard said blankly, interrupting her thought process.

'What?' Hermione said questioningly, turning pale upon getting her fears about her parents having been targets confirmed. 'How do you know?'

'Not much remains hidden behind the veil, dear. However ruthlessly you Obliviated your parents, they would've been found and their memories restored if Severus hadn't altered the Muggle records to point to a completely random couple in the United States. You have no idea how much time they wasted trying to restore memories that never were.'

Hermione staggered back, her hand on her chest, as she shakily sat down on the bed. She thought she'd covered all the angles. It was beyond disconcerting to hear how close everything had come to be a disaster.

'That couple?' she asked, already knowing the answer beforehand.

'Dead,' Black coldly said.

She swallowed. 'I had no idea Professor Snape had done that for me. I used to scold Ron for calling him names because he was on our side, but I never really …' she trailed off, scratching her neck uncomfortably.

Alphard sat down next to her, placing a hand on her leg. 'You never liked him?' he finished carefully.

'He was a miserable, old bat,' Hermione said sharply. 'Always picking on Neville and Harry, it was so immature. I really enjoyed setting his robes on fire. I just wished it had caught better.'

'Why, you're a vicious one,' Black said, laughing loudly. 'If it makes you feel any better, I sincerely doubt Snivellus did it for your benefit.'

Hermione looked sideways, shaking her head at Alphard who was enjoying himself a bit too much for her taste.

'It doesn't matter for whom or why he did it. It matters that he did,' she replied. 'What did you ever do to stop Voldemort?'

Alphard looked at her in amusement, giving her leg a soft squeeze. 'We can't all be daring warriors,' he countered.

'So you did nothing,' she concluded.

'Hmm…' he shrugged, clearly straining to keep his face composed.

'It's not funny,' Hermione said. 'People like you—' Her index finger pricked into his chest. '—the silent majority is what validated his reign. Those of you who stuck to the sidelines, not wanting to be noticed or targeted, who just went on with their everyday lives as if nothing had changed, that's what truly kept him in power.'

'So now you're blaming me for his deeds?' Alphard asked, grinning.

'Oh, so you think you're innocent?'

'I never said I was.'

'You just don't care.'

'Didn't say that either.'

'Well, you either care and do something or you don't.'

'Are you honestly this naïve to think people would rise up against someone if they have everything to lose and nothing to gain? People are inherently selfish, Hermione Granger. It's part of human nature and the need to survive. You don't just go and attack a big predator for the sake of morality or total strangers.'

'Pastor Niemöller said it better than I ever could,' Hermione countered, quoting: '"First, they came for the communists, and I didn't speak because I wasn't a communist."'

Before she could continue with the rest of it, Black already interrupted her:

'"And by the time they came for me, there was no one left to speak up." You're exactly proving my point with that quote, Granger. It contains quid pro quo thinking at the deepest level. I stand up for you now, so therefore, when it's my turn, you have to stand up for me. There are no selfless reasons for resistance; one's own survival lies at the origin of everything.'

Hermione gaped, not used to having her words turned against her or being out-debated by anyone in any subject, especially not when it came from a Muggle source.

'So how did it serve your needs to keep quiet?' she asked snappishly.

He smiled, the hand not on her knee reached out and stroked through her hair before settling at the back of her neck.

'Who said I kept quiet?' he asked softly, fixating her with that dark gaze of his as he stroked the inside of thigh through the fabric of her robe.

'So, you spoke up against Voldemort?' she replied, leaning towards him. Their lips nearly touched; her hands tugged at the rags on his body, and those two closed buttons snapped loose, scattering around the room.

'No,' he replied shortly, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her robe.

'No?' she repeated questioningly as he pushed her simple, black robe off her shoulders, getting her arms caught behind her back in the tangle of fabric.

His breath stuck in his throat for a second as his eyes roamed appreciatively over her exposed body. She was only wearing lingerie underneath her robe: a black lace bra with tiny, decorative, red roses combined with a matching thong, suspender belt and stockings, completed by her black, satin pumps. His pupils dilated in lust, darkening his eyes further. Before she had a chance to wiggle her arms out of her robe, his fingers curled around her shoulder. He pushed her down into the mattress; his body hovered over hers, one knee on the bed on the outskirt of her leg while his other leg dangled between hers off the edge.

'I see someone came prepared,' he said hoarsely.

Hermione wiggled her eyebrows mischievously. 'Well, like you said, I had foreknowledge.'

She shifted underneath him, trying to free her arms. He immediately lowered his body, pressing his taller frame firmly against her and causing her to have no wiggle room at all as their bodies moulded into the soft mattress. The coarse and ragged material of his shroud didn't leave much up to the imagination as she felt every line of his body through it against hers. His face was right above hers, maintaining eye contact as she whimpered in discomfort due to their combined weight on her arms.

'Don't move,' he ordered in a tone that wouldn't take any disobedience, while brushing her lips with his before capturing them in a searing kiss. He tilted his head to deepen their kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue whilst she returned the favour with hers. Hermione completely forgot about her trapped arms as they sucked on each other's tongues, enjoying their kiss to the fullest. An occasional moan filled the air. When he finally broke off the kiss, she had to open her eyes, having completely lost herself in the experience.

'Wow,' she whispered, amazed.

'Wow indeed,' he replied, equally affected.

'My arms hurt,' she said, waiting expectantly for him to move off her.

His eyes darted down to her chest before going back to her face. 'I'll lift my weight off you if you vow to stay absolutely still, Hermione. But make one move to free your arms, and I will rip these sheets apart and tie you so tightly to these bedposts that you won't be able to move a single muscle for the rest of our stay here.'

Her eyes widened at his threat, yet her belly pooled in need and she felt herself getting wet.

'I won't move,' she promised, swallowing hard.

'Good,' he said darkly, 'because I want to inspect that delicious, little body of yours, undisturbed.'

He kept one hand on her left shoulder while he supported himself with the other hand in the mattress, angling his upper body somewhat off her. His hips, on the other hand, now burned even harder against her, keeping her securely pinned down. It made the anticipation in her lower regions thrum even harder. Blood pounded, and she felt slightly dizzy with desire. She had no idea how he was supporting his legs or if they were just hanging over the edge of the bed like hers were. That couldn't be comfortable for him.

'That's a good girl,' he purred when she stayed motionless within the limited room he'd granted her, and with a swift move, he was suddenly in a crouch above her.

The hand that was on her shoulder moved down her brassiere's elastic band. His fingertips brushed along the edge of the lace, gently kneading her breast before following the contours of her mound and moving his fingers between the fabric and her skin. The back of his hand pressed against her nipple as he pulled the lace down, freeing her breast from its confinement whilst the lace got tucked at the underside, pushing her breast up higher. The coldness in the room and her own arousal hardened her nipple into a hard peak, and he stroked her softly as he slowly brought his mouth down and sucked her nipple abruptly.

Hermione tossed her head back, arched her back and let out a moan as electricity shot straight from her breast to her core.

'Tsk, tsk, tsk.' He clicked disapprovingly with his tongue; however, his eyes belied his displeasure. 'You moved.'

'Oops,' Hermione replied with a daring, 'What are you going to do about it?' expression.

He smirked, his mouth capturing hers. 'I'll give you one last chance, little one. I recommend strongly you do not waste it, or I will have no choice but to teach you full compliance, obedience and proper manners the hard way.'

'I'd like to see some references and qualifications before allowing you this alleged teaching position you're aspiring to get,' Hermione snarked.

She gasped when he switched hands and started to repeat his moves on her other breast. This time he kept his face close to hers, locking their eyes as he went. Their eye contact was intense, intimate and invasive; yet, she didn't want to be the first to look away. She didn't want to surrender. Her breast was already resting on her bra again, his fingertips now teasing the sensitive underside. Her whole body was tense, trying within all her might to stay still no matter what he did. His eyes flickered deviously; she could tell he was determined to make her move. There was a battle raging between them, and neither wanted to lose.

He'd dropped down to his knees as his fingertips explored every inch of her skin, barely touching. His soft caress drove her up the wall as he went from the outside of her arms to the more sensitive inside. The sensation was ticklish, leaving behind a wonderful itch that beckoned for more. So much more. When he reached her shoulders again, his fingers spread out, and he trailed down her chest, her stomach, past her bellybutton, over the small curve of her belly … She held her breath when he slowly reached her pubic region, but with a vicious smirk, he curved his fingers around her hipbones instead.

'Tease,' she accused.

His hands clenched harshly around her hips, his dark eyes waiting expectantly for her to move in reaction to the sudden onset of pain. Hermione sent him her best mocking expression, although the effect was somewhat diminished because her eyes were beginning to water from their continuous, intense eye contact.

'Is that all you got? Some teache— Oooooh.'

The moan escaped her. Her eyes closed as she tossed her head back, arched her spine and twisted against his hands. As he'd traced his fingertips across her sides, he'd found her weak spot; that place right at her waistline, which for some reason enhanced every touch by tenfold especially if it were caressed in the gently, teasing manner he'd just done.

'I win,' he stated victoriously, holding her waist firmly in the palms of his hand.

Hermione blinked. She held her body still in that arch, taking a few breaths before relaxing and tilting her head to meet his eyes.

'No, you didn't.'

'You moved.'

'The conditions were restricted to me moving in order to free my arms. That's not why I moved at all,' she triumphantly corrected.

He leaned towards her face, his lips brushing hers in the same teasing manner his fingers had been touching her. 'I wondered if you would remember that,' he breathed approvingly. 'I like my women with some spunk and intelligence.'

'Well, I like my men to show a bit more force, initiative and general activity,' Hermione countered boldly. Demonstratively, she closed her eyes and yawned. Pretending to snuggle into a comfortable, sleeping position, she added: 'Just wake me when you think you can actually manaAAAAH!'

She screamed in surprise when he moved so fast that her brain could hardly keep up with what was happening. Next, she found herself lying face down in the sheets, her arse high up in the air with one of his arms supporting her underneath her hips as he knelt behind her. She tried to struggle to get free, to find a position slightly more comfortable, yet he simply leaned forward, grabbed the robe on her back and began twisting it around, forcing her arms closer and closer together. A pained, muffled whimper escaped her. Was he going to break her arms?

'Stop!' she yelled, panicking.

Her feet had finally found some grip, and she tried to lift herself farther into the air to dislodge him off her. However, he quickly let go of her robe and wrapped his arm around her upper body, enveloping his much taller frame around her, causing her to lift them both quite a substantial height before slipping and dropping flat on her stomach with him on top of her. His weight pressed all the air out of her lungs, and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. Alphard Black acted rapidly. Before she passed out, he sat back up on his knees, pulling her up with him—her back flush against his front. Her bum sat on his thighs as he held her tightly against him, her legs folded on the outskirts of his.

'Breathe, Hermione,' he ordered calmly as she gasped for air frantically. 'It's all right. You're fine. Just hold still and relax, I've got you. You're all right. Just breathe.'

There was something about the way he spoke, about the way he held her, that demanded her full attention and dissolved her previous state of panic. She suddenly felt so safe in his arms and relaxed against his body, still panting and perspiring heavily from the exertion. He held her like that until she'd completely calmed down. Then, he spoke gently into her ear:

'Would you like me to remove your robe and free your arms?'

She nodded eagerly. 'Yes, please,' she added hoarsely.

'Very well,' he soothingly said, his hand stroking her face before he helped her to sit on her knees in front of him. 'Hold still,' he commanded in that same soothing, smooth voice.

The hands that held onto her shoulders slid down; he swiftly untangled the fabric and pulled her robe's sleeves down her arms, freeing her of the garment fully. As he tossed it away carelessly, she moved her arms forward, rubbing them until his hands came to rest on hers, and he pulled her back in his lap.

'Better now?' he asked kindly, rubbing his hands over her arms in comfort.

She nodded silently, feeling a bit silly now over her previous panic attack. Why had she thought he'd break her arms? That made no sense. They weren't fighting, and she'd bated him to act more forcefully. She'd hoped for a bit more aggressiveness on his end; she'd just not been prepared for him to accept her challenge and take it to the next level.

'I'm sorry,' she whispered, embarrassed.

Black stilled against her; then, his hand rose and took a hold of her chin, turning her face towards him. His eyes bore into hers whilst his handsome face was set questioningly. An eyebrow arched as he asked:

'What are you sorry about?'

Her face turned red. 'I wanted you to be more forceful and then you did and I—I … freaked out. I thought you were going to break my arm and I—'

'It's not your fault,' he interrupted. 'I should've kept in mind that we hardly know each other. We didn't establish any ground rules beforehand, and I acted on impulse. If anyone should be sorry, it's me. I'll be more careful from here on.'

'No!'

She blurted it out, feeling her face burn even more ferociously at the desperation she could detect in her voice. Damn it. He hardly knew her, and there was no need for him to be aware her previous encounters had been that unsatisfying.

'No?' he asked, amused. 'You have no idea what you're saying.'

Hermione scowled.

'You think?' she tauntingly asked, grabbing a fistful of his shroud behind her back and giving it a good yank. As she expected, the already tattered fabric couldn't take the abuse, and it tore off him like it had been designed that way. Shreds of his shroud fell down all around him on the bed, and triumphantly, Hermione held up the bit she'd got in her fist with a smug smirk on her face.

'Oops,' she added daringly, dangling the fabric in front of him demonstratively whilst her eyes roamed over his completely exposed, smooth chest.

'Liking what you see?' he countered, his face impassive.

Hermione opened her mouth to make a scathing remark involving the benefits of going to gyms, not noticing his hand flashed to her thong until she felt a sharp sting in her skin and butt when he ripped it away, dangling her ripped underwear in front of her face equally triumphantly.

'Oops,' he mimicked teasingly.

Time seemed to stand still as they sat there, not noticing how much they resembled each other in their nonverbal communication. While he kept motionless, Hermione tossed the fabric in her fist over her shoulder casually and turned around in his lap, yanking away the bits that had got stuck underneath her bottom and were the only things still covering him up. Her eyes fell on his already sizeable erection, and she looked up with a smirk.

'So dead blokes go commando?'

'Much less painful,' he replied, tossing her tattered thong over his shoulder and taking her tiny waist in his hands. 'Besides, I'm always in command, Hermione.'

She snorted, yet, waited expectantly when he moved his hands to her bra's clasp. Gently, he unlocked it, his hands massaging her back and shoulders before pulling the bands down and allowing it to drop between them. Next, his hands were on her breasts, so Hermione grabbed the discarded bra and threw it out of the way. Their eye contact intensified as he knead her breasts, watching her every reaction to his actions closely. She twisted in response when his hands travelled down, skimming over the edges of the suspender belt for a moment. Then, his fingers moved underneath and slid back and forth before taking it in a tight grip on each side of her body. Hermione didn't say anything; she stayed still, not responding to his threat to yank that much sturdier piece of clothing off her body, too.

'At least, unlike most women in this day and age, you know underwear is supposed to go over suspenders,' he said huskily, smirking at her before his fingers let go of the garment and continued travelling down, teasing her outer thighs and following the laced rim of her stockings oh so slowly inwards.

He gasped; his hands froze in their position on top of her thighs, fingers briefly digging into her skin to steady himself when her small hand folded around his erection, her thumb slowly circling the tip using his precum as a lubricant. Hermione really liked that reaction and the power it granted her of seeing him sway due to her actions. Unfortunately, he recovered from his initial shock at her bold move fast, and his fingers travelled up the inside of her thigh now, making her squirm. She began pumping his cock in earnest, erupting a moan from his lips.

His fingers reached her folds, and as he parted them, his other arm wrapped around her waist. His intentions were obvious, and not wanting to give up the control she had, Hermione rose her hips and abruptly brought herself down around him.

Their joined grunts filled the air of the room, and she rested her forehead against the nape of his neck while she felt his arm tighten around her, pulling her firmly against him. They stayed still like that, each catching their breath and composure, as he was buried deep inside of her, feeling his cock pulsing against her wet, inner walls.

'You are so tight,' he breathed, barely able to speak.

'It's been a while,' she said with a groan, taking a hold of his arms and licking the skin of his neck, 'and you're not exactly small.'

'I would've prepared you,' he replied.

She felt his fingers moving back between them.

'Then you should've moved faster,' she taunted, using her full weight and the element of surprise to toss him—and with him herself—over.

His eyes were wide in amazement as he landed on his back with her on top of his chest, and she pushed her body up quickly on his arms, straddling his hips. Not giving him the chance to recover from that initial state of shock, Hermione moved up, and when she nearly exited him, she slammed back down—hard. This time his cock hit a sweet spot inside her that made her toss back her head and arch her spine as a delicious tingling sensation travelled through her. The loud cry of surprised satisfaction was hers, completely drowning out the garbled noise he made.

Since she'd closed her eyes to savour the feeling even more, she missed how he looked up at her and smirked at noticing she'd let go of his arms. Rapidly, he grabbed a hold of her and rolled them around. He placed one hand on the bed for support and the other curved around her shoulder to keep her under control as he viciously began pumping in and out of her, keeping a fast pace whilst rotating his hips to alternate the angle and not give her a chance to adjust. He didn't even have to hold her down. Her arms were flailing around the bed, tossing off the pillows until her fingers dug into the covers tightly for support. The most exquisite sounds left her lips. Perspiration dripped off his forehead. He quickly licked his fingertips before reaching to the spot just above where they were connected and starting to rub that sensitive nub.

'Ooooh God!' Hermione yelled. 'Fuck!'

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The creaking noise of tearing fabric followed her screams, and his mind briefly registered her strength as he noticed how she utterly destroyed the covers upon her first climax. Victorious satisfaction rushed though him at noticing how long it took her to come down from it.

When she finally met his eyes again, her whole body still flushed and glistening, he smirkingly said, 'I'm always the one in control, Hermione.'

He rolled his hips, rubbing his still hard cock around her vagina in demonstration of his words, caressing every inch inside of her and forcing her to acknowledge his superiority.

'How utterly boring for you,' she countered instead.

The slight breathlessness of her voice didn't diminish the impact of her words, shaking the foundation of his normally steady and unbreakable composure. Briefly, he felt utterly lost. Then, her small hands encompassed his face, and she lifted her head to him, kissing his mouth demandingly.

'I'll have to do something about that then,' she added daringly, wrapping her legs around his back whilst her hands roamed through his hair.

It was a really nice, feeling her massage his scalp; yet, he chose to ignore it and sent her his most condescending expression ever.

'And what do you think you can possibly do in your current posi— Ooooh!'

He groaned, closing his eyes when she clenched around him tightly, pulling him to her with her legs as far as possible. Her fingers stroked over the skin of his shoulders, his back, back up over his belly and chest to his throat where her fingertips explored his skin meticulously. He'd never allowed anyone that much freedom when touching him, and he couldn't quite explain why he let her, but he felt almost lost when she halted that gentle touch and wrapped her arms around his neck. That was until she pulled herself towards him and her mouth began trailing kisses over his skin instead, whispering sweet nothings against him. His arms wrapped around her back, and he pulled them to a seated position, hoping she'd start that splendiferous petting again if she didn't have to hold herself up. She didn't disappoint.

Now her mouth and hands were all over him. Tension left his body visibly, and he could barely stay upright.

'Let me on top?' her soft voice asked.

Perhaps it was her demure tone; perhaps it was because she'd asked; perhaps it was his own curiosity piquing at what she'd do next, but he rolled on his back, looking up at her expectantly.

'And now what will you possibly do?' he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

'This,' she replied shortly before basically attacking him with her lips, tongue and fingers. She began riding him slowly, picking up speed at a maddeningly tardy pace. Her mouth curved around his nipple, lapping and sucking it. He shifted on the torn covers, and his hands reached for her, only to be slapped away abruptly.

'No touching,' she ordered, causing him to snort and grab her arse, squeezing it harshly.

He cried out in unexpected lust as she bit into his skin at his shoulder; her teeth were sure to leave a mark there, and his eyes darkened in excitement at her aggressiveness.

'I said "no touching",' she growled, looking up at him warningly.

From the corner of her mouth, blood trickled down her chin, and something primal came over him at the sight of her. Something dark, possessive and animalistic.

This witch was his, permanently.

With a growl, he grabbed a hold of her and threw her around on all fours, taking over control as he pounded into her from behind. His mind shut down, and his more basic instincts took over. However, she wasn't lying down and taking it. She met his thrusts with equal vigour and combativeness. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and squeezed her breast harshly with his other, needing her to surrender to his dominance more than air itself. She came with a pained, pleasure-filled scream, shuddering all over in ecstasy, and he revelled at her submission when her elbow suddenly connected to his stomach, and he doubled over in pain. They rolled around the bed, kissing, biting and fucking as if they were fighting. Her nails left deep scratch marks on his back, and he didn't bother to check if his grip was too tight, bruising her everywhere.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her core to his mouth, pleasuring her orally while trying to avoid the sharp heels of her shoes from doing too much damage to his back. Her hands grabbed his hair, pulling at it while the incomprehensible noises that left her mouth became louder and louder in desperation. When she tugged so hard on his hair that his eyes watered in pain, he clenched his teeth tightly into her loin in retaliation. Hermione's leg kicked out in reaction. She struck one of the sturdy-looking bed's posts, which apparently weren't as advertised. It cracked and collapsed, dangling on mere splinters of wood. But they both ignored the bed's protests as he held her flesh into his mouth, enjoying the taste of her blood on his tongue as he swirled it over the wound. She whimpered, squirming against him, and he bit down farther as a warning, his sharp teeth closing in on that major artery which would have her bleed out in minutes. She froze, fear washing over her, and he smiled against her skin.

Such a clever, little witch, and she was all his for the taking. He'd conquered this fierce, worthy opponent, and now he would collect his spoils.

He released her, realising that was a mistake a fraction too late when she flung her leg over him and kicked him off the bed harshly. He landed in a crumbled heap on his bum. He rolled around on all fours to get up as soon as possible when he froze upon seeing her high-heeled feet standing slightly apart in front of his face. His hands reached out, fingers curling around her ankles. Slowly, he rose on his knees, his hands rising on her legs whilst his eyes took in the view of her torn stockings. She didn't move as he got to his feet, staring into her lust-filled eyes. His fingers pulled on the two elastic bands of her suspenders that were still attached to her stockings. He pulled farther and farther, his smile widening in anticipation. She tilted her head, daring him, and he released it. She jumped against him as they smacked against her skin with a harsh snap.

'Arse,' she muttered, giving him a hard push against his chest.

He stumbled a couple of steps back, feeling his knees hit the back of the bed when she jumped into his arms abruptly. They tumbled backwards on the mattress, and with a loud crack, the bed collapsed.

'Oh dear, do you think we'd have to reimburse that?' he joked, causing them both to laugh exuberantly.

He decided he liked the sound of her laughter a lot and vowed to hear it more often in the future. Yet, her hand grabbed his erect member and guided him back inside of her, making him want to produce other noises and reactions from her. She sat up, her hands on his chest, and began riding him. His hand reached between her legs, and this time she didn't slap his hand away as he worked her clit mercilessly. His other hand played with her bruised and bleeding nipples, occasionally twisting and delighting them in the way that caused her walls to clench around his cock. Her whole body was so responsive, so perfect for him that he could feel it coming. He wouldn't be able to stall for very much longer. He groaned, wanting this to last forever. He'd never lasted this short before.

No, no, no, no, he was in control. He wouldn't come. Not yet. Not before her.

His nails scratched over her clit, and simultaneously, she drove her nails into his nipples. It pushed them both over the edge at once, and he felt himself unload his semen inside of her as she collapsed to his chest, magic weaving, washing over them like a tidal wave.

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'Oi,' Hermione said, surprised, clutching to him while his arms found their way across her back, holding her close. The sensation was bordering on unpleasant, the pressure so heavy that she almost couldn't breathe. She could sense his heart pounding as hard as her own, echoing in her ears. Were they beating in sync? It felt as if her heart were trying to get out of her ribcage and jump to his. Her mind whirred; there was this buzzing noise that got louder, and she felt bloated, nauseated. Then, it was like a balloon had been pricked by a needle. Her mind cleared; the excess pressure whirled away; and her senses returned to normal. She sighed, thinking it was over.

Electricity shot through her spine, connecting to her brain and every single nerve cell in her body. She cramped up; her body began to shake like she had a seizure, and then, power blasted outward from within her chest. So much power. It was intoxicating. She inhaled it like a drug addict, wanting more and more. It felt wonderful, like she was on top of the moon. Unbeatable. Flying on the wings of eternal magic.

Samhain …

She recalled reading about Samhain in Morgana's book that when the veil was at its thinnest, the impossible would occur. Up was down, down was up. Everything could be achieved by those the Goddess valued.

Why me?

The thought whirled through her brain, unbidden and relentless. She was exhausted when the power settled inside of her, as if it had always been there, as if it were hers. Always and forever.

Why him? For Goddess's sake, why him?

She'd not looked at him once during that 'power attack', but she'd felt his body's reactions against hers, knew he'd experienced the same sensations as her, and she feared he'd know exactly what it meant, just like she did.

Not him. Anyone but him.

This was one hell of a night: her worst and best Halloween ever.

Samhain …

She'd wondered. She'd been curious. Knowing they'd keep this ridiculous program running through that fated, ancient holiday, she'd weighed and weighed whether to fight this Ministry with their old methods as Harry, Ron and Ginny wanted to do or use ancient powers to defeat them. With the memory of camping in tents in forests fresh in her mind, even after all these years, the choice had been easy. Though, she'd not shared her plans with the others in case they would backfire or she'd be wrong.

Samhain …

She'd made sure to push her name to this date on the list. She would've been able to bypass that pathetic threat they'd made to her family easily—a threat that still made her see red in fury, but she'd not acted on that, for it had been a convenient excuse to use to stop Harry and the others. A convenient excuse as to why she wasn't running or fighting.

Samhain …

What have I done?

Samhain …

How do I stop this?

Samhain …

The solution presented itself on a silver platter, so obviously staring her in the face that she nearly missed it. Hermione smiled against his chest. The exhaustion left her body, and she felt rejuvenated. She felt beyond marvellous. She would kill two birds with one stone: the Ministry and him.

Samhain …

As she rolled off him, feeling truly mentally and physically satisfied, she felt a burst of magic flying to the walls. He'd cast a powerful ward, obviously to prevent people from entering, wands drawn. Hermione looked sideways at the wizard who gracefully exited the remains of the bed. His hand waved casually through the air, and robes folded around him from thin air.

Then, he glided to the door. Her eyes widened, and with a quick spin on the spot, she Apparated inside the room, right in front of the door. With a swift wave of her hand, a second ward formed around the room.

He halted, narrowing his eyes at her naked figure, blocking the exit. 'What are you doing?' he hissed softly.

'You're not going out there,' she replied, staring at him determinedly.

'Do you think you can stop me?' he asked patronisingly.

'I'll allow you to Disapparate from this building, but you're not touching my friends or anyone I care about,' she added, ignoring his words.

'I see,' he replied calmly. 'How long have you known?'

'I had my suspicions from the start, but I only became certain after we were in here. No pure-blood would've known that Muggle World War Two quote. Not a chance in hell. And you really shouldn't have dropped that despicably irritating flirting act so fast, Voldemort.'

He shrugged. 'Alphard is easy to imitate but rather annoying to keep up. I didn't see the point since you hadn't known him.'

'I knew you.'

'You never really met me, dear.'

'I'm not your dear.'

He smirked, his eyes darting over her nude figure. 'Very well, you're not my dear. However, you did supply me with a wonderful additional source of ancient magic there. So move over, I have some people I'd like to express my gratitude to.'

'I'll be the one doing any expressions of gratitude,' Hermione interrupted sharply. 'Did you not understand me when I said it the first time? You're not going out there. You're not going to hurt anyone.'

'Or else?' he replied, arching an eyebrow at her mockingly. 'You'll do what?'

'I'll drag you back through that veil so fast you won't even have a second to enjoy having an alive body again,' she threatened. 'Something went wrong during that spell that was supposed to bring forth Alphard. My guess would be the Goddess of Samhain interfered somehow, giving you a second chance for some incomprehensible reason I can't even begin to state my disapproval about. However, since you came here through me, I'm guessing it will be relatively easy for me to dispose of you through me, too.'

'That would mean taking your own life, Hermione,' he said quietly. 'Are you telling me you're willing to go that far?'

She took a step into his direction and looked up, staring straight into that knowing gaze. 'Look into my eyes, Tom Riddle, and you tell me. I lived through what you think society should be like. I won't let it happen again. I won't let you do this to anyone again. Not if all I need to do to stop it is die.'

Anger radiated off him as the truthfulness of her words sank in. His hand flashed, grabbing her upper arm.

'Let go of me right now or I'll do it,' she hissed.

She saw the conflict in his eyes, and when he moved, so did she, blocking his stunner. 'I'm not a silly teenager anymore, Riddle. One more attempt to attack me, and you'll find yourself back behind the veil. Your choice.'

He turned around and walked away from her, rubbing his neck. Noticing that contemplating gesture, Hermione lowered her ward around the room. She might be willing to die, but that didn't mean she wanted to die right now. Knowing his absolute fear of death, Hermione knew that as long as she had this hanging over his head, he had no choice but to obey her commands.

For a moment, he looked over his shoulder at her with a smirk on his handsome face.

'I'll be seeing you again, Hermione Granger.'

A wave of his hand followed. Robes flew around her, covering up her naked figure at the same time of his Disapparition crack.

And then, he was gone.

'I don't doubt it for a second,' she muttered when the door blasted to pieces and Aurors stormed in.

'Well, hello there,' Hermione said, turning around casually. 'So nice of you all to finally come to my rescue.'

'Where is he?'

'Oh, I am afraid Lord Voldemort didn't stick around,' she said viciously, enjoying how they all winced at the name. 'He wasn't at all amused to having been summoned by this Ministry in order to fuck a Mudblood, but I suppose the people of Britain will be even less amused to hear this Ministry brought him back to life.' She moved to the door when the Head Auror grabbed her arm. Hermione looked down at the offending hand and then looked up coldly. 'If you want to keep that hand, you will remove it from my arm immediately.'

'We need to know what happened, and you will answer our questions,' he replied sharply, letting go of her arm in shock when she pulled up her sleeve all the way to his hand, showing them the extensive bruises underneath. 'Oh no,' the Auror whispered, horrified. 'I'm so sorry. Did he do …?'

'No, all the other people in this room attacked me,' she snidely answered. 'How did you find out Voldemort was in here anyway?'

'The real Alphard Black hitchhiked along with his nephew when he got summoned,' the Auror explained, his voice far more kindly now. 'Apparently, some of the dead are quite disturbed with the actions of this Ministry.'

'You don't say,' Hermione muttered sarcastically. 'It's called "rest in peace" for a reason.'

'What happened to you?' he asked, ignoring her comment.

'Well, let me summarise: I did my job as the good, little breeding cow this Ministry liked me to be. And who does this Ministry get for me: The one wizard I helped my best friend, Harry Potter, destroy. You lot got me into this chamber that I couldn't exit unless I fucked the most dangerous wizard of all time, so I did. Then, you let him escape. As you may recall, my wand is in your custody, so I'm lucky I am still alive: The only reason for that being that he probably just loves the idea of torturing Harry with having done this to me. Now, if you'd excuse me, I have a Healer to see at once, unless you want me to contact Miss Skeeter and let her know all the sordid little details of what happened here tonight? I'm sure she'd be absolutely thrilled to write a comprehensive coverage on the Ministry's doings if she can describe explicitly how I got raped. I wonder how long you lot will remain in office when that article hits the street. Make sure Minister Mogol understands what's at stake for him.'

'I don't think that article will be necessary, Miss Granger,' the Head Auror said. 'We understand each other perfectly.'

'Good. Now where is my wand?'

He reached into his pocket and held it out to her. 'The Minister for Magic wanted me to express our sincerest apolo—'

'If the Minister really meant that, he could've delivered those apologies himself,' Hermione said sharply as she accepted her wand back. 'Since he's not here and probably hiding under some rock with heavy security, I'd rather not listen to any statements made from a PR perspective. However, I do look forward to hearing the undoubtedly wonderful excuse for his resignation in the papers tomorrow. Goodbye.'

As Hermione paced past the Auror and left the chamber, the group that crowded around the door and stood in the Death Chamber parted like the red sea for her. The only sounds to be heard were the continuous, sharp clicks of her heels on the concrete floor. As she approached the door out of the room, she suddenly realised she didn't need to leave this area to exit the Ministry anymore, so she turned around and said:

'Tell Minister Mogol I expect this insane, obligatory breeding program to be ended by him before he resigns his office. If I hear one more witch has to go through this unwillingly, Lord Voldemort will be the least of his worries.'

And with that, she spun on the spot and Disapparated straight through the Ministry wards as well.

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Behind the veil, Rowena Ravenclaw stood ramrod straight, her arms folded over each other and her face set extremely disapprovingly. Scratching her scalp, her redheaded company stared at the rapidly thickening veil. Samhain was officially over.

'Well,' Rowena started, seemingly at a loss for words.

'Well,' Helga repeated, equally eloquent.

'I suppose all is well that ends well.'

'Yes, yes, you're absolutely right,' Helga agreed. 'We stopped the Ministry of Magic with their unnatural acts of using discarded genetic material.'

'Hermione did that. The Goddess of Samhain did that. You were merely the vessel that provided Samhain with the resources through your absolute screw-up,' Rowena corrected, staring at her friend sternly. 'Connecting veils,' she muttered, shaking her head. 'After all those centuries, you still haven't learned that nothing good ever comes from your interference into people's love lives.'

'No point in keeping this veil here,' Helga said, ignoring Rowena as she flashed her wand at the still burning candles. The pentagram dissolved, and the veil vanished with an understated 'pop'.

The two witches just stood there, staring into thin air contemplatively.

'Still, I didn't see that coming: him and her,' Helga said after the long silence. 'But who knows …'

'They're a match made in Heaven?' Rowena concluded sarcastically. 'Maybe you can pour some glitter through the veil next time and sparkle the entire wo—'

'Oh shut up, Rowie. I don't get it at all. I never fail at this. Love is my speciality. It's always been. How come He got in there? It should be impossible. Amortentia made it impossible.'

'Salazar will become unbearable when he hears about this,' Rowena said, sighing. 'All that gloating … You think you could keep your big mouth shut for once, Helga?'

'He shouldn't have been able to tap into this spell. He's not equipped to do so,' Helga continued. 'Unless they have a deep connection, but that makes no sense. Does it?'

'Of course the gloating may be less when he hears the girl is a Muggle-born,' Rowena continued, frowning in deep thought. 'No, she's brilliant. He'll still be obnoxious about it, no matter what her blood status is. We're never going to hear the end of it.'

'I wonder …' Helga said, pondering. 'Why did no other come forth?'

'Oh my, and I haven't even considered Godric's reaction. He'll be so pissed, which will delight Salazar, and then, they will … Oh, we have to keep this under wraps, Helga. Let's just blame it on Samhain.'

'Of course!' Helga shouted, slapping her companion relieved. 'It's the Goddess of Samhain.'

'Perfect, so we're in agreement? Not our fault at all. We know nothing.'

Helga laughed. 'Oh, I should've thought of this beforehand. I could've helped had I known all the boundaries and the rules. This is just brilliant. They'll be perfect together.'

'Huh?' Rowena said, staring after the happily walking away witch, bemused. 'Who? Whoa! Wait, Helga!' She ran after her friend. 'You can't possibly mean them.'

'Of course I do. Don't you see it? No other came forth. It's been him all along. Perfection. I love it. I knew I didn't mess up my spell after all. It's always been him. Now, that's irony for you. I can't wait to see Salazar's face.'

'Oh dear,' Rowena said quietly, 'you've finally lost it completely.'

'No, I've won,' Helga replied triumphantly.

'How can you be so certain?'

'If I am mistaken, there is always Beltane,' Helga replied cheerfully.

'Of course, Beltane,' Rowena said, rolling her eyes. 'Nothing could possibly go wrong then.'

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The End

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