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Filthy Little Mudblood	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 30387 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: chapter 21/28 at your service (after I just realized that 18 was posted twice!)! Also, don't forget to go to awardsdotquilltoparchmentdotcom and vote for your fav authors/stories! *coughDarkestDesirescough*

�Save your breath, witch, Severus has already been to see me. I must say, however, I am rather surprised to see you here,� Lucius said coldly, keeping his back to her as she entered the room.
�Hello, Lucius,� she responded quietly.
What was she supposed to say to him, �I could have loved you, given the chance. I think I may have already?� That way he could mock her relentlessly and break the tiny sliver that was left of her heart. Hardly an option, she mused, wiping away the tears from her closed eyes. In the next instant, she found herself wrapped in his comforting embrace; tears falling from her eyes as she lost the battle to hold them in any longer.
�You stupid, stupid girl,� he muttered against her hair, his hands slowly rubbing her back. �Why would you ever do something so foolish? Do you have any idea what this means?�
She pushed him away forcefully. �Of course I know what it means!� she said angrily. �What would you have done, Lucius? Would you have told him you were sorry, but taking the Mark wasn�t exactly what you wanted? He would have killed me instead. Perhaps that would have been a better option, would have made you happier, but instead I made an agreement with him. I sold my soul to the devil himself and I can�t get it back now.� Her anger deflated somewhat, but Lucius� was only starting to grow.
�Better option?! You think that is what I want? You believe I wish you dead? Have you forgotten everything?�
�Everything?�
His lips crashed down on hers, comforting her wounded heart if only for a moment, and she felt herself giving in to him; giving him what she wanted, what she had always wanted.
His hands wound through her hair, cradling her head as if he was afraid she would leave him and, without her consent, her own arms wound around his waist, a soft moan fell from her lips. He picked her up, slamming her small body into the wall as he wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her shirt up over her head. Allowing his eyes to roam her uncovered upper body, he groaned inwardly before attacking her neck and shoulders. Her hands drew his head harder against her heated flesh until he grabbed them both and pinned them to the wall above them with one hand, his other skimming down her arm, the side of her black, lace covered bra, and down to cup her arse as she moaned into his mouth again.
�Gods, witch, what you do to me.�
�I am simply a whore, Lucius, nothing more,� she replied, breath hitching as she turned her head to the side.
All of Lucius� movements stilled in that second and he gently trapped her chin between his fingers, drawing her face back around to look at him. �You were never my whore, Hermione. I don�t know what you were, what you�re no longer allowed to become, but it was never a whore.�
A single tear slipped down her cheek and he brushed it away with the pad of his thumb before leaning in and gently taking her lips with his own. Cradling her body close to his, he carried her over and laid her softly on the bed, looking at her flushed face and the desire she tried to keep from her eyes. His hands slid from her shoulders and down her breasts, across her taut belly and to the waistband of her jeans. Opening the snap, he slowly slid them down her body, all thoughts of the Dark Lord having just possessed her fleeing from his mind as his erection began to throb at the sight of her. He slipped her knickers from her body and easily undid the clasp of her bra as well, allowing it to join the discarded clothing on the floor.
With a snap of his fingers, his own robes were gone, leaving him naked and exposed to her hungry gaze. �If this is not what you want, tell me now,� he said softly as he drew up the length of her body, poised above her opening, but staring into her eyes.
�I want you, Lucius. Whatever that makes me, I can�t stop wanting you.�
He entered her slowly, deliberately being as gentle as he could with the witch he suddenly realized he loved beyond all others. His son was flesh and blood, important to him in ways it was hard to explain, but even he had become something that Lucius couldn�t understand. This witch, his witch, was love and compassion, honor and bravery, intelligence and beauty--she made him want to be a better person, but he knew it was too late for that now. He had lost her to the man he swore to serve no matter what, the man he was betraying in order to protect his son, who had hurt the woman he had fallen for. And she had saved him. His thrusts became harder, faster when she mewed and her nails scratched along his back, silently begging him for her release.
�It doesn�t matter,� he said suddenly.
Breathlessly she asked, �What doesn�t?�
�That you took the Dark Mark.� At her confused look, he added seriously, �Make no mistake, Hermione, you belong to me, and, regardless of the outcome of this war, you will always belong to me.� He began thrusting into her slowly, watching as her face turned from indignation to agreement and then to desire. �You are tainted by me,� he said, kissing along her neck even as he opened her legs further and his fingers ghosted over her clit, �you will never find another who can invade your mind, your body, so effortlessly. You crave me as I crave you. And, you would die for me as I�as I would die for you.�
She screamed her release and indignation at his words and he thrust into her once more, claiming her body and soul as his own and hating the world for what it had now taken from them. He collapsed on top of her, both physically and emotionally spent, as he tried to regulate his breathing and his heart rate.
�Lucius,� she said finally, �I have to go now. He�s calling for me and I can�t be late.�
Lucius rolled off of her, wishing to keep her locked up safe with him, but instead, watching as she snapped her fingers to clothe her body and gathered some of her belongings, before leaving him forever.
�We can�t be together any longer, Lucius. I�m sorry. Maybe one day you�ll understand. For now, this is for the best.�
�The best?� he quipped coldly, knowing she had to go, but hating it nonetheless.
�Don�t.� He clamped his mouth shut, not at the word, but at the torn look in her eyes as she walked back over to him. �I could have loved you, Lucius,� she laughed, a self-mocking sound that he hated to hear, �perhaps I did. But I�m not allowed to any longer. He has taken everything from me until he is the only one I have left.�
With that, she turned and walked away from him, his lover no more.
�You are late!� Voldemort snarled when she entered the room, arms laden with books and her shrunken belongings in her pocket.
�Forgive me, Milord. I stopped��
They were interrupted by a knock at the door.
�We will discuss this later. I am most displeased with you. Hours into giving you what so many would kill to have and you have already forgotten your place.� Turning his attention back to the door he answered, �Enter!�
�They are having a meeting tonight, Milord. Would you like for me to attend?� Severus asked quietly, bowing before his master as he felt the tension radiating through the room.
�Rise, Severus,� Voldemort commanded. �I do not think it wise for you to miss meetings this soon after being accepted. You shall attend.�
�I agree, Milord,� Severus replied, quietly walking towards the two. Hermione was standing by the wall, her fists clenched while Voldemort sat in a chair before her. It was obvious he had interrupted something unpleasant and he felt reluctant to leave her alone again. �I will need to give them something, Milord.�
�Ah, yes, information,� he said, moving his cold gaze from his loyal servant and allowing it to settle on Hermione. �Tell me, Severus, do they still try to protect parents of Mudbloods who have been targeted by me?�
�I believe so, Milord,� he answered warily.
�Milord?� Hermione asked suddenly, slight panic written along her face.
Voldemort ignored her and continued speaking to Severus as though she hadn�t spoken. �Excellent! Inform them that their Mudblood has displeased me and, as punishment, she will pay with her parents� lives.�
�Milord!� Hermione screeched.
�Control yourself, witch!� he snarled, clearly angry at her outburst.
�Milord, I cannot assure you they will attempt to rescue the Grangers.�
Voldemort looked at Hermione�s stricken face, but said in a controlled voice, �Let us hope that they do. The attacks will occur at half past six tomorrow evening; you,� he said, turning back to Severus, �will tell them six sharp. The entire street will be attacked. I feel certain that the half-breed will save them along with the other Muggles.�
�I believe you are right, Milord,� he answered. With a wave of their master�s hand, he was dismissed.
�Oh, and, Severus��
�Yes, Milord?� he replied, stopping at the door and cautiously turning around.
�When my Death Eaters meet the Order, they are allowed to kill, torture, and capture at will. You and Lucius may lead the mission tomorrow. Take whomever you wish to assist you. However,� he added thoughtfully, �if you meet the half-breed, he is to be captured only. Keep your cover and do not allow them to know it is you.� He tapped his long fingers on the table for a moment. �The wolf may very well come in handy yet.�
�Of course, Milord.�

�You�ll keep him away, right, Severus?�
�Speaking to me now, Granger?�
�Please!�

Severus sighed, then turned and left the room without answering her.
Voldemort turned his attention back to Hermione. �I have given them a half hour�s head start. What they choose to do with it is up to them.�
�Is your plan to kill my parents?� Hermione�s voice was even, but inside she was shaking. For a few, brief moments she had let herself believe the man before her was someone more than just the most evil wizard alive, and now she was being harshly reminded of the truth. He didn�t have friends, nor did he have the capacity to love or care, or to even show compassion, but his abilities, his commands, and his intelligence captivated in her ways she�d never thought possible and she hated herself for it even as she desired the man.
�The Order will reach them first. Otherwise, allow this to be a lesson to you,� he said softly, standing and slowly walking around behind her. His hands grazed her neck gently before moving to her shoulders where his grip tightened painfully. �You will not defy me and get away with it, witch. You were very generously given two hours; more than adequate, I feel, and yet, you took longer.�
�Milord, I only stopped by the library to add the finishing touches to my research. I meant no�� She was silenced by his painful grip sliding to her throat.
Bending down, he snarled into her ear. �I do not care what you meant, pet, only that you disregarded a direct order. For all I�m aware at the moment, you could have stayed with Lucius, my own servant, the entire time.�
�No, Milord, I��
�I believe,� he said coldly, yet heat coursed through her body, �that I will have to fuck you, abuse your body to the point where you no longer remember his name. Maybe then you will remember not to stray.�
�I believe you are right, Milord,� she answered with a desire laden voice.
He stood up abruptly and turned away from her. �But it must wait. We have a meeting to attend and you have some enlightening to do. I have already briefed my Death Eaters on your situation and I am certain you have told Lucius. Do you feel prepared to prove to them what you have proven to me in our latest conversations?�
�Of course, Milord,� she answered confidently, standing up to join him as he walked through the door.
They arrived in a circular room minutes later, in a part of the Manor she had never seen before. Centered in the room was a long table, ten chairs lining one side and ten on the other, with a larger chair at the far end. Most chairs were already occupied and the chatter died immediately when they entered. The Death Eaters stood, showing their respect to their Master with bowed heads and downcast eyes.
�Sit, my servants,� he commanded of his inner circle as he took his seat and motioned Hermione to the one to his left. Severus sat across from her on his right, and she refused to allow herself to look for Lucius, but she could almost feel his gaze on her skin.
Shocking most, Voldemort looked at a burly man, his face scarred and his eyes cold. �Desdan, voice your concerns now so that we may continue with the meeting uninterrupted.�
�Milord, please forgive my saying so, but I did not think Mudbloods were allowed to join your ranks.� His voice was strong but he was obviously wishing he were anywhere other than in the room at the moment.
�Ah, you are right for once, Desdan, but information has come to my attention recently that may change what we have believed to be true for many years.�
�Milord?� Another voice came, but Hermione couldn�t see who from her side of the table had spoken. She avoided looking around more for fear of catching Lucius� gaze; his declaration from earlier still shifting through her mind.
Voldemort stood and began pacing the room, speaking to his Death Eaters and holding their complete attention. �Hermione Granger is a very accomplished witch. No one who knows what she has done could argue that fact. I daresay she could win a duel against most of you even without the use of her wand. She has been deemed the most intelligent witch of her generation and even I must concur with that sentiment. So, I ask you, does that sound like someone born to Muggles to you?�
Hermione was blushing slightly at his high praise and kept her focus on her hands folded on the table.
�No, Milord, but are you suggesting the Muggles who raised her are not her parents?�
�A Pureblood?�
�Not at all. Hermione, if you will,� Voldemort said, gesturing her to his side. �Tell them of the research you�ve been doing since I�ve permitted you use of the library. A place, I might add, that it would do most of you good to spend your time.�
�Of course, Milord,� she said, smiling up at him. The surrounding Death Eaters had enough sense not to comment about the look on either of their faces. �The Dark Lord and I have discussed Muggleborns on several occasions,� she added casually, as though speaking with their Master was not something to fear. �I must admit to agreeing with him. How could magic come from Muggles? People who know very little, or have no defenses, and can certainly not compare themselves to witches and wizards. The only answer we could come up with is that it simply can�t. Muggles are nothing compared to magical beings. So, there must be another reason. At first, I thought perhaps so called Muggleborns were a byproduct of Squibs, but in all the research I�ve compiled, I have yet to find anything that proved my theory one way or another.�
She was interrupted by the whispering of two Death Eaters at the far end of the table. �As if we would believe a filthy little Mudblood when it comes to magic,� they scoffed.
�SILENCE!� the Dark Lord bellowed. �She is now a fellow Death Eater and will be treated as such. If you have a problem with that, I will deal with you myself. As for you two,� he said as he looked at the two scared wizards, �I will take care of your outburst later.�
The room quickly stilled once more and they all turned their attention back to Hermione. Thankful she didn�t hex the offending men, she took a deep breath and tried to continue. Without realizing it, she met Lucius� gaze, but he only nodded his head as if waiting for her to continue and she felt her confidence bolstered somewhat.
�As I was saying, there wasn�t a significant amount written that would explain the reasoning for powerful Muggleborns. However, by looking back to the days of the Hogwarts founders, I found the reason.� She began pacing the room, much as Voldemort had done before her, feeling for the first time as though her life were back to normal and she was merely lecturing Harry and Ron. It didn�t matter that her real audience was a group of Death Eaters, she was in her element and truly happy for the first time in a long while.
�It would appear that during the time of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor�s biggest arguments, a wager of sorts was made. Gryffindor claimed he could instill more power into a regular Muggle than Slytherin could take away from a magical child. For the next 50 years, the number of Squibs and Muggleborns increased by ten percent. It is thought that the more powerful Muggleborns carry residual powers from Gryffindor himself.�

�Are you saying that you are a descendant of Godric Gryffindor? Or that squibs are descendants of Salazar Slytherin?�
�Preposterous!� someone else added.
More complaints and exclamations rose around the table as the Death Eaters threatened to hex Hermione for her belligerence; a rather ill-advised notion after the Dark Lord�s last statement.
The Dark Lord raised his hand and they all quieted immediately. �Had you listened,� he said, his voice hard and degrading, �you would know that she said nothing about descendants, only a transfer of power from one Mudblood to the next. Mudbloods are still Mudbloods, however, but some may be more valuable than we ever assumed. All great wizards have found worthy witches in which to bear their heirs and Gryffindor, no matter how noble and honorable he claimed himself to be, was no different. He only took half-blood and pureblood witches into his bed. On the other hand, Salazar, with all his pureblooded ideology, is known to have taken a Mudblood witch who bore him a son.�
�And what of you, Milord? You are surely the greatest wizard alive, will you find a witch to bear your son?�
Voldemort looked at the man for several long moments, making him begin questioning his own sanity for asking such a thing from his Master, while the rest waited on bated breath for his answer. Voldemort, however, was wondering if this was a question they had all been asking themselves and marveling in the idea that they would want him to pass along his greatness. He shot a quick glance at Hermione, knowing they were all watching his every move as he staked a claim publicly on the witch beside him. His gaze swept meaningfully over Lucius before he looked back at the follower.
�Don�t be ignorant, Yaxley, I have found the witch to give me an heir and we shall celebrate that birth with as much gusto as we will celebrate the defeat over those that oppose me now.�
�Milord! A Mudblood is surely not worthy enough to bear your child. You can�t mean her!�
�Ah, Bella. I did at one time consider you. My only female Death Eater, intelligent, of good breeding stock, married to one of my servants who would not interfere, and yet, I found you lacking.� He turned to the room at large, ignoring the look of rage that she quickly masked. �You are dismissed with this new knowledge. We shall begin looking for Mudbloods who might show their worthiness to our cause. Those attending the mission tomorrow, see Severus. Lucius, stay behind.�
Lucius kept his seat, eyes looking only at the table before him and not at the witch leaving the room. He inhaled her scent, remembered the feel of her body next to his, but he wouldn�t allow himself to look at her for fear of a retribution that may come anyway.
�She is mine now, Lucius,� Voldemort spoke softly. �She no longer belongs to you. As a Death Eater and not a slave, the choice was hers.�
�She told me, Milord,� he said, meeting his Master�s eyes and hoping the bitterness was kept from his voice. �I�m afraid I could not hope to begin to compare to you, nor would I wish to do so. She is worthy of you, Milord, I have no doubt.�
�Then we understand each other perfectly,� he replied coldly. �Speak to her only as you would your fellow Death Eaters, but touch her again, Lucius, and I will see you dead.�
�Of course, Milord.�
�Tomorrow, you will have first pick of the slaves. Surely that generous offer will make up for your loss.�
�Thank you, Milord. You are most kind.�
�You may go for now.�
Lucius stood and left the room, knowing that no matter who was captured tomorrow, they would never compare to his witch. He found himself dreading, for the first time in his life, going on a mission in which he was readily allowed to kill and torture Muggles.
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