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The Dragon Chronicles	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Hello everyone! Welcome back to the second chapter and wow, I’m thrilled that so many took their time to read, review, fav and kudos:ed the story. Almost a hundred followers after just the first chapter!

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Chapter 2

Hermione felt as if she had been stuffed with cotton. Her mind felt numb, as if she wasn’t really there, but dreaming. She saw what was happening, but couldn’t do anything about it.

She saw the man – Mr Waterman, she assumed – bow before Voldemort, but it was as if they were far away, she couldn’t quite hear what they were saying.

Papers were being filled out, but she couldn’t focus on what they were about. She knew what it was about, of course. It was so obvious, and yet, she couldn’t quite process it.

Then, Voldemort took her hands in his and the other man began to spout words. Meaningless words, really, but somehow, it felt like a death sentence. She was trembling, but couldn’t move.

Then her cue came. She opened her mouth to say the words Voldemort had ordered her to say, but now her mouth felt like cotton too.

Voldemort’s gaze hardened, as did his grip on her hands.

“I-I do,” she managed to stutter. It was all she could do.

More nonsense. Then, it was Voldemort’s turn.

“I do,” he said, but his voice seemed to come from far away.

Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, in fear and anxiety. Great Merlin, what was going on? What had she been tricked into? Why did Voldemort want to marry her?

The marriage oath was taking effect. She could feel magic surround her, tying her to him. For such a fate, the magic felt soft and tender. Warm, even. It was a strange contrast.

And then he kissed her.

Hermione had never, not even in her wildest nightmares, imagined what it could be like to kiss Voldemort. However, she was still surprised by how normal it felt. His lips were just as soft and warm as Ron’s or Victor’s had been. He tasted of coffee.

Did the Dark Lord drink coffee?

Then it was over. Voldemort ordered her to sign the marriage contract and then, he Apparated them away again.

She stumbled as she landed, and would have fallen if he hadn’t had such a steady grip on her.

“You promised you’d let me go,” she gasped. This was all so unbelievable. Perhaps she was still sleeping on the sofa and just dreaming?

“And I shall,” Voldemort said, sounding happy. “In twelve hours.”

“Then why did you do this?” she asked. Her brain was working much slower than it usually was. She was always thinking fast and getting out of problems. But this was so far away from the problems she usually encountered that she didn’t even know how to react.

“Because you gave me an opening and I took it. I am sure you will figure it out in due time. Now, I have other things to attend to, but I will be back in time for our wedding night. Or well, wedding evening, I suppose it will have to be.”

He left the room, laughing.

Hermione sank down on the sofa, processing this new information.

Was she going to have sex with Voldemort?

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The front page news of Lord Voldemort’s marriage to Hermione Granger was out by two o’clock. Then, all Voldemort had to do was wait. He was certain that the Taboo would be broken the moment Potter found out the fate of his friend, and then Voldemort would be there, personally.

His plan was ingenious. The moment he had seen her at Malfoy Manor, he had known he would use her as bait in some capacity. When she had told him about the Dragon Chronicles, she had become even more valuable.

However, the thought to actually marry her hadn’t entered his mind until he had seen her in the dungeon, half naked. Her legs were long and slender, and he had found himself thinking about how they’d look wrapped around his waist.

It was a rather peculiar thought. He rarely thought about sex, it was mostly a waste of time. He wasn’t much for rape, preferring to use his other wand to torture his victims. The few times he had had sex, it was with willing people. Sexually, he got off by being worshipped, not having someone sob in pain and fear.

Nevertheless, seeing Granger in that state of vulnerability had made him put his plan in motion.

But before he could have her body, physically – and willingly – he would capture Potter once and for all.

It was five o’clock when the Taboo was triggered, right in Diagon Alley. Voldemort Apparated there, finding Potter with his invisibility cloak uselessly hanging in his left hand, while his right hand had a cramping grip on the newspaper that showed Granger on the front page.

“So predictable, Harry,” Voldemort said softly, disarming both Potter and his friend Weasley with a lazy wave of his wand.

Potter looked at him, his eyes sparking in fury. “You have me now, leave Hermione out of this!”

“Such an ego,” Voldemort noted, shaking his head. “I admit that the headline was for your benefit, but Hermione has other qualities that make her ... desirable.”

Weasley had gone pale, his mouth open in shock.

“She thinks fast on her feet,” he mused. “Do you know what she did to stop me from killing her? No? My, she really is the brains of your group, isn’t she? Such a shame she can’t save you now.”

He gestured for his Death Eaters to seize Potter. “Now, if you excuse me, I have to return to my wife. I wouldn’t want to be late to our wedding night.”

Potter let out a whimper as if from a wounded animal, and the look of defeat in his eyes would warm Voldemort’s heart for a very long time.

+++

Hermione didn’t know how long she just sat there before everything had sunk in.

She was married. To Voldemort. It wasn’t other Muggleborns Voldemort wanted to lure out with the picture of her smiling and waving, it was Harry. He would be shocked when he saw the news. So shocked that he would no doubt break the Taboo, at which time Voldemort would be there.

Harry would be captured, maybe killed. If Ron was with him, he would meet the same fate.

No one but her would be left to find the Horcruxes, and she couldn’t do it on her own. Harry was the one who had got the extra lessons from Dumbledore.

To make things worse, Voldemort would no doubt have time to decipher the Dragon Chronicles, making him even more powerful.

When her brain had managed to process this, it started to work on plans. Voldemort would still let her go, he had told her as much. She would be married to him, but she would be free. That gave her opportunities.

And she had to start with the Dragon Chronicles. She had to know what he knew if she were ever to stand a chance against him.

Voldemort had placed the box containing the scrolls on a desk in front of the windows. She started there.

She found empty rolls of parchment in a drawer and carefully started to copy the text and runes inside the scrolls onto the parchment. She didn’t have time to read it all now, she would have to do it later.

Once she had her own copy, she transfigured the parchment to look like a strand of her hair, then she put it on the back of her head, fastening it with a sticking charm. The rest of her bushy hair would cover any trace of magic that a trained eye could spot when it came to concealment charms.

She put the original scrolls back the same way she had found them and moved on to the next order of business: preparing for her wedding night.

When it came to sex, she knew what to expect. She had done some stuff, snogging, petting and the sort, but mostly she had read about it. It wasn’t because she had some fantasy about saving herself that she hadn’t done more, she just hadn’t got the opportunity. There had always been something else delaying her sexual debut. Harry getting into trouble, studying for exams, Fred passing out.

Beside Victor and Fred, she hadn’t really had a man to have sex with. Victor lived too far away for anything serious to happen, and things with Fred had turned complicated the summer before her sixth year. She had started to have feelings for Ron as well, and then it just didn’t feel right to “mess around” with Fred.

Though, things with Ron had come to an abrupt end when he had just left her and Harry alone, on the hunt for Horcruxes, for all that time. Any lingering feelings for him had died after that incident.

However, none of those boys, and none of her books could possibly have prepared her for having sex with Voldemort.

There was of course always the possibility that he was just torturing her and didn’t intend to actually go through with it. However, for some reason, she didn’t think so.

Therefore, she needed to get some control back. It would only last until a quarter past midnight, and there were a lot of things she could do to stall.

She couldn’t know for sure that Voldemort would let her go through with any of it, of course. It was possible that he would just rape her and be done with it. There was nothing she could do to control that. All she could do was try to avoid it.

It was an impossible situation, but all she could do was try.

She started to transform the room, changing the sofa into a wide bed and transforming the cushions into soft pillows. After that, she conjured up round jars with blue fire, which she had learnt how to make in her first year. She set them floating around the room, and turned off the other light. It left the room with a low, blue glow, making it hard to see properly. She reasoned that this would probably be a lot easier if she couldn’t see him so clearly. He was a far cry from the Mr. Handsome in any romance novel she had read when she was younger.

She removed the blue robe she had worn for the ceremony, folded it and put it away in a corner. She had got new underwear as well, but they were just plain white.

Closing her eyes, she imagined that one pair Ginny had shown her the last time they had been shopping in Diagon Alley. It had been red lace, with black trimmings. Hermione had no idea if the result was as good as the real kind, but it would have to do. She needed to feel like someone else. Red lace underwear was not something the normal Hermione would ever wear. The unfortunate girl who was married to Voldemort, however, would probably wear something like that.

With that done, there was nothing she could do but wait.

She sat down in the armchair and leaned back, waiting. She had no idea how much time had passed, or how long he would be gone. On one hand, the longer he took, the better. That would mean less time for her to stall. On the other hand, it was nerve-wracking to just sit there and wait.

A house-elf had come by with a tray of food, but Hermione was hardly able to eat anything. As luck would have it, though, the tray held a bowl of chocolate pudding. She sat that aside, on the table next to the bed. That could be used for yet another sexual thing she had read about.

It was getting dark outside. Hermione found herself reviewing old potion recipes to take her mind off what was about to happen.

It was almost a relief when the door opened and he finally came.

He paused in the doorway, and even in the dim light, Hermione could see surprise flash across his face.

“My, you are just full of surprises,” he finally said, stepping inside the room, closing the door.

“This is my wedding night,” Hermione remarked, hopefully sounding braver than she felt. “I always wanted it to be special. Despite the circumstances, I hope I will be able to do all that I have always wanted to do on it.”

Voldemort removed his cloak, throwing it across a chair. “What would that be?”

She slowly rose from the armchair and walked over to him, feeling more self-conscious than she ever had in her entire life. But she forced that feeling away and instead placed her hands on his chest.

“Can’t we start out by celebrating with a glass of champagne?” she suggested, keeping her voice low so it wouldn’t tremble.

“I wouldn’t have thought a Gryffindor needed to drink her bravery,” Voldemort purred.

Hermione swallowed. “I’m just trying to make the best of the situation.”

“Very well, I am in a victorious mood after all,” he said with a chuckle.

She forced herself not to ask if it was because he had managed to lure Harry out. She wouldn’t be able to go through with this if she knew he had killed Harry. She had to believe that Harry was alive – maybe captured, but still alive and counting on her to get through this in one piece so she could save him.

Voldemort snapped his fingers and a bottle of champagne appeared. He served them both a glass and Hermione downed it all in one go.

He chuckled, only taking a small sip from his glass before putting it aside.

Hermione could already feel the buzz beginning to kick in. She hadn’t been able to eat much, after all.

“Now, I believe you were about to tell me what plans you had for our wedding night?” Voldemort mused.

She nodded slowly and put her hands on his chest again, starting to unbutton his robe. Pale, smooth skin was revealed underneath the black fabric. He was thin, but not as skeleton-like as she had feared. That made it easier to imagine him as someone else.

Once his robe was open, she began to undo his pants. Her hands were starting to tremble slightly, but the alcohol helped her push through it. It gave her the strength to push his pants down.

He wasn’t wearing any underwear. She froze in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see it just then. She had thought there would be a pair of black boxers or something. Anything!

The sight of the half-erect, quite thick penis brought the reality of what was about to happen back to her with a vengeance.

She couldn’t do it.

She didn’t know how for long she had just stared at it, but when Voldemort reached for her hand, she jumped back several steps, whimpering.

“I can’t,” she gasped, still staring at the thing. She wanted to run away and hide under a blanket forever.

Voldemort once again looked surprised, but then he smiled. “Quite the performance, Miss Granger, playing the seductress like that. I admit, I’m impressed.”

He closed his robe again with a flick of his wand and then came over to her, taking her chin in his hand.

She tried to pull back, but he had a firm grip on her chin,

“Let me make you another offer, my dear. I will make this a lot easier for you by giving you a lust potion. In return, I want you to beg me to touch you and fuck you. The lust potion will make that easier, of course, but I want you to remember afterwards just how much you wanted me,” he said softly. “How does that sound?”

Hermione slowly nodded. She was already trying to use alcohol, why not a real lust potion?

Voldemort let go of her and left the room. Hermione sank back down in the armchair, pressing her knees against her chest and putting her arms against her legs. She couldn’t remember ever being in a weirder and scarier situation.

He returned shortly, holding a vial containing a red liquid. Without a word, he handed it to her.

She accepted it and removed the cork. However, once she smelled the sweetness of it, she hesitated. “How do I know this doesn’t contain something else that will make you use me even more? Deals with you seem to have a downside.”

Voldemort smiled, flashing a set of pearly white teeth. “And what, pray tell, do you think I would trick you into?”

“It could be a love potion,” she said, frowning. “So that I will become your slave and do your bidding. Or a fertility potion.”

Voldemort snorted. “I can assure you that I don’t want to father any offspring. Though, the idea of having you as my slave is intriguing.”

Her eyes widened in fear.

When he saw it, he chuckled and leaned closer to her, stroking a strand of hair away from her face. “However, in this case, I want you to return to your own senses once this is over. I want you to wake up at night, remembering my touch and yearning for it again, all on your own accord.”

Hermione couldn’t see that happening, ever. “So it’s just a lust potion.”

“Oh yes,” he purred, his red eyes glimmering. “And you better take it soon, or the deal is off.”

She took a deep breath and swallowed the potion. It tasted as sweet as it had smelled, and warmed her inside as it travelled down to her stomach. At once, her breathing quickened and she could feel her nipples tightening against the fabric of her bra. Deep inside her belly, she felt something hot and hard starting to pulsate.

She closed her eyes. “Merlin, it’s potent,” she moaned.

“Very. I wonder if it will have time to wear off before midnight...” He trailed off, chuckling, stroking her cheek.

“Bastard,” she muttered, but couldn’t help but lean into his hand.

Her skin felt hot and tingly, and she wanted to be touched all over. However, she was quite relieved not to be so scared anymore. This had been the right choice.

“It is in your best interest to refer to me as my Lord or Master,” Voldemort commented. “You want to keep me in a good mood.”

Hermione sighed, but for whatever reason, that didn’t feel like such an unreasonable thing to ask. “Yes, my Lord.”

“Good girl,” he purred and pulled her up from the armchair. “Now, tell me what you had planned for the night before you lost your nerve.”

She placed a hand on his chest again, unable to keep herself from touching him. In fact, she wanted to rub against him, like a cat. “I was going to start with giving you a blow job. I have read all about it and how most men come quickly by it.”

“I see. You wanted to postpone me coming near your cunt. Well, I have no problem waiting,” he said, opening his robe. “On your knees.”

Hermione no longer had any problem seeing his cock. She hadn’t sucked one before, only giving a hand job, but she had read about different techniques. Thus, she began by licking two of her fingers and then stroking the underside of his half-erect cock.

It trembled and started to stand to attention. She blew air on the wet trail, and was rewarded with the sound of Voldemort grunting in surprise.

Licking her lips, she circled the cock with her hand, slowly starting to massage the base of it. Then she went in with her tongue, taking the head into her mouth.

He grabbed her hair and pushed the cock further into her mouth. It hit against the back of her throat, and she gagged, pulling back.

She coughed and spat on the floor, taking deep breaths. If it weren’t for the lust potion, she would no doubt have been too scared to ever try again, but now she was actually starting to feel aroused by it. She took his cock into her mouth again, as much as she could.

She was gagging again, but this time, she kept still, as each gag sent shivers down to her clitoris.

Voldemort grasped the back of her head again and pushed his cock past her gagging reflex, down her throat. Hermione couldn’t breathe, but thanks to the potion, that was even more exciting. Her head felt light, and her sex throbbed.

Voldemort started to push back and forth into her throat, giving her short intervals to draw breaths. He was rock hard by now, filling her mouth to such a degree that her jaw had begun to ache. But she didn’t care about that either. Her right hand had moved down between her own legs and was rubbing her clitoris hard and fast.

After just a few minutes, Voldemort stiffened and kept her head still, her nose pressed against his skin at the very end of his cock. He groaned as he came, and she felt his seed go down her throat.

He withdrew his cock from her mouth, and then, which was even more annoying, he grabbed her arm and pulled her hand up from inside her knickers. She let out a moan in annoyance.

“I will be the one that makes you climax,” he told her in a low voice. “If you make yourself come, I’ll be most displeased.”

Hermione didn’t understand why he was being so unreasonable. She was a woman; she could come as many times as she wanted, unlike a man. However, she still had enough sense to not object.

“Fine,” she grumbled.

“Fine, what?”

“Fine, my Lord,” she added.

“Good girl,” he purred, and to her great surprise, he brought up the hand that had been inside her knickers and took her two wet fingers into his mouth.

Hermione shuddered with pleasure at the feeling of his soft, wet tongue stroking the inside of her fingers. He then pulled back, letting go of her fingers with a soft pop.

“Now, what more did you have planned for the evening?” he asked.

Hermione couldn’t take her eyes away from his mouth. Her sex was throbbing in longing of feeling that mouth on the rest of her body.

“I-I saved my desert,” she stuttered. “We can eat it off each other’s bodies.”

Voldemort smiled. “Exactly where did you plan to put this desert?”

“You can choose,” she breathed. She had originally planned to just put it on her breasts, but now she was eager to place it somewhere else entirely.

“Yes, I think I will,” he said sweetly and, still holding her hand, he pulled her towards the bed.

Hermione was more than happy to follow him, and then let him push her onto her back.

He summoned the bowl of chocolate pudding from the table and used his wand to apply it to her body. To her great surprise and dismay, he didn’t put it where she wanted to. Instead, he put it on top of her feet and on her throat.

Replacing the bowl on the nightstand, he took a hold of her left ankle. He must have used some magic to make the pudding stay put, because it didn’t move an inch as he brought her foot up to his mouth.

He stated by licking the chocolate on the inside of her foot. She let out a surprised gasp of pleasure, never having known that area could be so sensitive. The chilliness of the pudding (once again, magic must be at play), together with his warm mouth, became an intense sensation, and Hermione closed her eyes, just enjoying it.

He moved to the top of her foot and smeared the chocolate all the way out to her toes. He then proceeded to take each toe into his mouth, sucking it.

Hermione was surprised by the erotic sensation. She had never considered her toes as a sexual area, but she was happy to find that they were. He nibbled softly at each one and every bite sent a wave of pleasure right into her cunt.

When her left foot was clean, he did the same to her right foot, and Hermione felt as if her sex was weeping in joy.

She hadn’t even realised that her right hand had moved to her cunt when Voldemort dropped her foot and grasped her hand again.

“No self-control, I see. Well then, I will help you with that,” he mumbled and waved his wand.

Both of Hermione’s arms flew up over her head, and her wrists were bound by invisible rope. She tried to move her hands, but they would only budge an inch in every direction.

It was annoying to not be able to touch herself, but she didn’t mind as much as she would have without the lust potion. It did, in fact, only enhance the experience when Voldemort once more brought her right foot towards his mouth, sucking on each toe.

Hermione was breathing hard by the time he was done, trying to rub her thighs together.

Voldemort, however, intercepted even that and brought his knee in between her thighs. Hermione tried to rub against his knee instead, but it was annoyingly just out of reach.

She let out a groan in displeasure, but Voldemort didn’t seem to care.

He bent over her body and started to lick the chocolate on her throat instead.

Hermione’s displeasure turned into gasps of desire. Her throat was even more sensitive than her feet had been, and now, he was even more forceful in his bites. It was just short of being painful, and Hermione’s back arched with each one. Her cunt felt like an inferno, and she found herself pressing her legs against his, trying to get rid of some of the tension.

“What’s the matter, Miss Granger?” Voldemort goaded. “You look as if you need something.”

“Please touch my pussy,” she cried, the pressure in her sex almost painful. “Please, please, please, my Lord.”

“Since you beg so sweetly,” he said.

He pressed his hand against her sex, and Hermione started to hump against it, trying to remove some of the tension.

“More,” she begged.

“But I am touching you,” he replied sweetly. “What more did you have in mind?”

“I need more,” she groaned. “Inside!”

“More inside,” Voldemort said thoughtfully. “I suppose I could do this.”

He moved aside the crotch of her knickers and pressed a finger inside her. His pinky.

Hermione sobbed. If she didn’t get a release soon, she felt as if she were going to die, the tension was so intense. “More! Fill me! Please!”

“Oh, I see,” he said, sounding pleased. “Let us see what I can find to fill you with.”

Her knickers disappeared and in the next moment, Hermione felt something hard, smooth and large press against her opening. She opened her eyes and saw that he was holding something that was clearly transformed, against her cunt. It was completely black and felt almost metallic in design.

“Yes,” she hissed, trying to push herself onto the object, but her bound hands kept her up.

“What do we say, Miss Granger?”

“Please, my Lord,” she begged, her eyes not leaving the object that promised her release.

“You are lucky I’m in such a good mood,” he purred and slowly started to push the object inside her.

Hermione’s mouth fell open in a long, throaty moan as she was finally getting something inside her. It was lucky that she was so wet and aroused; otherwise it would probably have hurt to be stretched like that.

However, once the object was as deep inside her as it could go, Voldemort simply let it sit there, and went back to licking the chocolate pudding from her throat.

Hermione tried to move the thing inside her by herself, but all she managed to do was push it out.

Voldemort sat up again, banishing the toy with a flick of his wand. “You are ungrateful, Miss Granger.”

“I need more,” she growled.

“More of what?”

“More movement, more ... fuck. Please just fuck me.”

“I already have,” he reminded her, putting his index finger to her lips, stroking it. “And it was very pleasurable.”

“You know what I mean,” Hermione growled. “I want you to fuck my pussy.”

She almost surprised herself by her own crudeness. Never before had she spoken like that to anyone. Then again, she had never been as horny as she was now.

“Alas, I’m not quite ready yet, so you will have to wait,” Voldemort said with a smirk. “Now, hush while I finish my dessert.”

Hermione was almost sobbing as he continued to lick and nibble her throat. She wanted to offer anything he wanted to have him fuck her, but she was not as far gone yet to not realise what a horrible mistake that would be.

Instead, she clenched her jaws.

As she did, she realised that she was clenching the muscles inside her sex as well. Experimenting, she noticed how pleasurable it was to keep her muscles clenched for a few seconds and then let go. It helped to remove some of the tension.

Voldemort had finished licking all the chocolate from her throat and was now nibbling on her ear. That, together with her clenching, made her moan. Who would have thought that an earlobe could be so sensitive?

Every nibble sent sparks of pleasure through her head and down her spine. It multiplied, sending shivers through her entire body, all the way down to her toes. Never before had she been so aware of her body.

Or someone else’s for that matter. She could feel his chest against the right side of her body, how his right arm lay draped over her chest. His fingers were curled up right under her left armpit, warm and smooth. His right leg was in between hers, his knee too far down between her thighs to be of any use, but she could still feel the wrinkles of the fabric of his robes against her skin.

“You have too many clothes on,” she moaned, fighting the restraint of her hands, wanting to rip his clothes off.

“As I recall, the sight of my body scared you,” he mocked her.

She opened her eyes, meeting his red ones. “Not anymore.”

He smiled, clearly amused, and then withdrew from her, standing on his knees on the bed.

“Be my guest, then,” he said, making a sweeping motion over his body and at the same time freeing her hands.

Eager, Hermione sat up too and undid the robe, pushing it off his body. She hardly had time to take in his pale chest before she focused on the object of her desire.

His cock.

It was erect again. Had that much time really passed since she had sucked him, or was he just that fast to recover?

It didn’t matter, she pulled him down on top of her again, wrapping her legs around his hips, tilting her groin against his.

“I won’t fuck you until you beg,” he murmured into her ear, pressing his lips against her cheek.

Hermione was far beyond the point where she felt shame. “Please, please, my Lord, fuck me. Just fuck me, I beg you.”

Finally, he spread her labia and entered her.

Hermione inhaled sharply. Even after the toy, he was stretching her in ways she had never felt before. It was glorious.

Impatiently, she started to thrust against him, craving friction.

“Yes,” she hissed, as he started to meet her thrusts.

Long, deep, fast, he drove into her, touching places she didn’t know existed. Sending sparks through her body, up her spine until her neck and head was pressed back against her pillow. Down to her toes until they were curling, almost cramping.

She was so close to release, so very close...

He stopped.

“Oh, will you look at that, it’s a quarter past midnight,” he said. “You have fulfilled your end of the bargain and—”

She knew what he would do. She refused to let him do it to her.

Letting out an angry growl, she used their combined weight to spin them around, so she was on top. She then clenched the muscle inside her cunt as hard as she could, refusing to let his cock leave before she was done.

Voldemort’s smirk changed into a mixture of surprise and bliss. His whole body tensed and she knew she had him.

She began to ride him, harder and faster, all the time clenching her muscles. Her hands were on his shoulders, her nails pressing down against his flesh, keeping him down.

Not that he was trying to get free. He probably could if he had wanted to, but it seemed that he was enjoying it as well.

It only took another minute before she came with a scream. Her whole body was trembling as the orgasm moved through her body, making the hair at the back of her head rise, her toes curl and her nose tingle.

She didn’t know how long it took; all she was aware of was the pleasure. It was like a white-blue light shining through her body, warming her and cooling her at the same time.

Then it was over, and she was lying spread over his chest, his cock softening inside her.

The potion was quickly losing its grip on her. She could see more clearly now when the lust was taken care of.

After a moment, she moved off him, wincing as his cock slid out from her cunt.

Not wanting to look at him, she just went straight for her clothes, putting them on as quickly as she could.

She refused to think of what had just happened. The fear had returned. She just wanted to get away from him.

Once she was dressed and had her wand in her hand, she turned to him.

He was still lying naked on top of the bed, eying her with an unreadable expression.

“Are Harry and Ron dead?” she asked. She hadn’t wanted to think about it before, but she needed to know.

“Imprisoned,” he answered, and relief flooded her body.

“Will you kill them?”

“Not yet, I believe I can still use them,” he answered.

She experienced a mixture of relief and fear. “To keep me?”

He smiled, clearly amused. “I won’t need them for that. You will be back.”

She frowned, not understanding his reasoning, but it didn’t matter right now. She needed to get away and form a plan. “Can I Apparate from here?”

He nodded.

Taking a deep breath, she focused on somewhere she could hide and regroup. With a last look at him, she spun around and Disapparated.
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The Dragon Chronicles