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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
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- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
- 32-Ch 32
- 33-Ch 33
- 34-Ch 34
- 35-Ch 35
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- 37-Ch 37
- 38-Ch 38
- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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- 45-Ch 45
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- 76-Chapter 76
- 77-Ch 77
- 78-Ch 78
- 79-Ch 79
- 80-Ch 80
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Sure enough only seconds later the
pop of apparition signalled Lord Voldemort�s arrival in the lab.�

He was still wearing his glamour
and stood, impossibly tall, thin, hairless, pale, serpentine.

Regal. Magnificent! Hermione�s mind added
beyond her control.�

He smirked briefly, obviously
hearing her complimentary assessment of his appearance but then his expression
darkened ominously as he took the scene in, one hairless white brow rising
questioningly, absorbing the terrified Hermione, furious Severus and the bound
and stupefied Rodolphus.�

He turned and regarded Severus.� �Problems?� he said threateningly.�

�You might say that, my Lord� Severus
smiled humourlessly.��

�Perhaps you might like to read Miss
Granger to apprise yourself of the current stand of things.� My analysis of the situation may be somewhat
biased.� I�d advise you to go back as far
as the day you tossed her in the lower cells.��

The Dark Lord frowned at him
uncertainly, his eyes flicking quickly to Rodolphus
and then he turned to her suspiciously, fixing her with a malevolent red
gaze.� �Kneel or fall, my dear.� Your choice.��

She gulped and dropped to her
knees on the stone floor, finding it suddenly hard to breathe. �She wanted to beg the Dark Lord to understand,
wanted to plead for mercy but her breath was stolen as he thrust suddenly into
her mind, tearing her forcibly back to the cell in the dark the moment after he
had left her there.�

He tasted her despair and misery
and the grain of hope that he would return.

When she realised someone was in
the room and heard the metal scrape against the wall and was terrified, it
almost felt like he was curled around her in her mind, his presence there felt
strangely reassuring in her terror.� That
feeling changed as he felt her reaction to Rodolphus.� It almost felt
like spikes.. thorns.. in her head.�

He watched the vampire nipping at
her threateningly and then her soft pleading for him to kiss her and the
ensuing events and it felt to Hermione as if a white hot cloud were lodged in
her skull.� His anger was painful.�

It flared particularly at Rodolphus suggestion to
hide her away but stilled somewhat at her response that she had to go back; her
faith that the Dark Lord would come for her eventually.�� She could feel faint approval somehow.�

He scrolled through her experience
in the dark quickly until she began singing and she felt his momentary surprise
and recognition.�

He watched Lucius torture and she felt overwhelmed by
her fear and pain and helplessness but she did not feel any particular
reactions from the Dark Lord except at the very end when Lucius
licked her and used the cruciatus curse on her.�
There was a dull throb of ..something..�

When Severus appeared and then Rodolphus,
she felt another spike of anger.�
A steady hum of fury, however it did not abate when Rodolphus
apparated out of the room.�

She remembered that the Dark Lord had forbidden Severus to visit her.�

She experienced the whole interaction
with Severus again and her reactions threatened to drown her.� She felt the Dark Lord curling around her
protectively and he flicked ahead suddenly, seemingly unwilling to let her
remember the time in which she had been �absent� her senses.

The movement within her memories felt like an iron pike being driven into her
forehead.�

The next coherent impression was
of the field of tall grass and the Dark Lord embracing her frantically.�

He sped through those memories too, flicking forward to the moment he apparated
out of his bedroom only hours earlier.�

The low burning anger returned
when he experienced Severus confession to her and it continued largely unabated
through their shower.�

When Severus spoke of his seduction by the Dark Lord, the anger subsided slightly
and there was another dull throb of something.

He scrolled forward quickly until
he reached the moment where her mind registered Rodolphus
standing behind her in the lab. She felt as if her nerve endings were being seared away by the flaming heat of his fury when she re-experienced
her warm rush of tender feelings at realising Rodolphus
was there.�

The rest of the time leading up to
the present was spent in a painful paralysing inferno of the Dark Lord�s blind
rage.�

He did not stop when he watched
himself apparate into the lab but remained in her
mind tasting her reaction to him.�

Finally he pulled back out of her
mind.�

There was nothing gentle in his departure and it took her seconds to realise
she was lying on her side on the floor, unable to move.� She wondered if he had damaged
something.�

The desperate whimpers forced her
to shift her eyes down from where they had rolled up in her head.�

She could see Severus writhing and jerking on the flagstones some feet
away.� It went on for a very long
time.�

When he finally stoped twisting and yelping she was shocked to see Severus
actually sobbing, his face turned against the stone floor.�

�Weak!� the Dark Lord spat at
him.��

She tried to coax her limbs to
move but it was useless.� She lay like a
puppet with the strings cut.�� She saw the
Dark Lord walk slowly over to her and then he crouched by her body, cocking his
head and scrutinizing her.�

He raised his wand and she tried to flinch but could not.� Her eyes must have shown her fear as he
smirked at her.� Instead of cursing her
he summoned a bottle from the shelves behind her.��

Gingerly he lowered himself to sit
on the stone floor and with more care than she expected waved his wand to
levitate her across his lap, to lie bonelessly with her head supported by his
arm. �

He tilted her upright and placed the potion to her lips.�

She looked up at his inhuman face
and experienced a feeling of..irrational trust.� More than that.... acceptance.� He could hurt her, and that would be ok too,
if he wanted.� She would do what he
wanted.�

She willingly swallowed the bitter liquid he poured into her mouth.� ��

His smile was thin.� �What should I do
with you, Hermione?� he muttered wearily.��

She swallowed.� �Whatever you want, my Lord� she whispered
weakly.� �Punish me however you
choose.� I�ll do whatever you wish.� but I�m begging you
not to kill Rodolphus.�� Please, my lord.� Severus will find a cure!� He has never hurt me.� I couldn�t stand it if I was responsible for
his death.��

The Dark Lord�s expression
darkened stormily.� �I cannot allow him
to have this bond with you� he hissed. �he must die.��

She forced herself to remain still
and not clutch at Voldemort�s robes.� He
did not like that, she remembered.

��Please..Master..� Anything.. but let him live.� He would guard me with his life and I am weak
without my magic.� He was coming to
confess and take your punishment when Severus stupefied him. ��

The Dark Lord�s eyes had sparked when she called him master.�� He looked at her consideringly.��

�..If you obey every order I give
you tonight, Hermione, to my
satisfaction, then I will allow him to continue to exist. ��

Her heart leapt in her chest.� It was a chance � more of a chance than she
had expected.�

And Severus had already informed her that she was going to do just that.�� But she didn�t know whether she actually could.�

�I�ll try my hardest, Master� she
whispered.�

The Dark Lord nodded approvingly.
�We shall see.�� He
stroked her hair away from her face and she felt a warm feeling wash over
her.� She was confused.� Why hadn�t the Dark Lord punished her?!� Severus had been certain that he would.� Instead he had punished Severus.� A weak twinge of guilt flooded through her at
that.�

�Do not think on it� the Dark Lord
advised her.� �You are not the same.� Severus knows what he was punished for.�

I recognise that your act with Rodolphus was carried
out in ignorance..not to say innocence.

�You refused his offer in favour of
waiting for me to give you the chance to apologise.� You were loyal to me.� Even through your blood
bound haze this evening you acknowledged that you are mine.�

Rodolphus, on the other hand, knew he was disobeying grievously.�
He bound you deliberately.��

Hermione furrowed her brows
worriedly.�� Please master.. he said that he came to me after
you had announced that I was no longer yours.�
He told me that since I wasn�t yours I could be his.� He didn�t know about my ability or that you
had bound my magic.�

I think he just wanted me because I�m a virgin and he liked the way I
looked.��

The Dark Lord shot her a
calculating look.� �I think you
underestimate him, my dear.� But we will
look into this further Tomorrow I suspect.�� Severus!�
he clicked his long thin fingers and after a few seconds she heard Severus drag
himself up and crawl over to them before kneeling down, his forehead pressed to
the ground.�

�My Lord�� he croaked.�

The Dark Lord scowled at him �You
are pathetic Severus.� Weak.. insipid and your feelings for
the girl are entirely inappropriate.� Had
you not been affected by your own emotional attachment, you would not have
failed me this evening and allowed the vampire to depart with her.��

Severus cowered and clenched his
eyes shut in pain at the venom and disapproval in his lover�s voice.�

Watching him like that hurt, Hermione realised.�
She wanted to comfort him but knew that to do so would only anger the
Dark Lord further.�� He was like a
blackbird with a broken wing somehow and she longed to help him.�

�If I told you that only one of
them could survive the night, Hermione, which would you choose?��

Jolted out of her thoughts she
darted her eyes to the Dark Lord.� But.. he had promised to let Rodolphus live if she did everything he said tonight.� Was he taking it back?��

She thought..
but there really was no choice at all.� She cared for Rodolphus
� liked him.� Wanted
him even.�

Certainly wanted to protect him.�

But she loved Severus.� Given any choice between Severus and another
person, she would always pick him.�

Unless of course
the other person was the Dark Lord.�
Then she would have to let Severus go.�

She hoped she�d never be faced with that particular choice.��

Voldemort smiled approvingly.�

�In case you were wondering, Severus,
she chose you. �Without
hesitation.� She
..loves.. you..��

He wrapped his arms around her and drew her up against his chest cuddling her
gently.� His arms were strong and warm as
he whispered in her ear �But you love me most of all, don�t you?� More than Severus.� More than Harry.� More than your parents or
your cat or the sun or your studies.��

She felt a slight prick of guilt
and pain at his seductive vindictive words.�
She didn�t like to think of it like that.�

But.. it was perhaps
true.� She had never loved anyone or
anything as much as this unexpected, enigmatic, psychopathic, man.�

No..not even Harry.. and she
would have done anything for Harry.�

Now, at the end of everything, she would do anything for Voldemort.. for Tom.. for
the Dark Lord.� For Him.� �

She felt his golden haze in her
mind faintly and heard Severus sigh contentedly too.��

The invisible nose on his visually
serpentine face nuzzled against her and he spoke in low silibant
tones

�show me your worthy determination tonight, Hermione.� Remain strong and silent through the
pain.��

Show me your unswerving loyalty � obey my orders unquestioningly.�

Show me your devotion.. and
your love.. beg
me for my mark when all is done.� Offer
me your life.��

The golden magic danced through
her mind and she nodded enthusiastically.�
Yes!� Yes she would do that.� She wanted to be with him forever.� She would do whatever necessary to please
him. �

�Severus.� Prepare her!� the Dark Lord hissed at the
young man prostrate before him. �Bring her to the great hall as soon as you are
finished. I feel them gathering already.��

Severus raised himself up on his
knees wearily and leaned forward, scooping her off the Dark Lord�s lap, who
then rose.�

He looked down at them both one last time and brushed a lock of Severus dark
hair out of his eyes.�

�Ah Severus.� I cannot remain angry with you in this
form.� You are too lovely. �Do not disappoint me again or I shall glamour
you into the visage of Dumbledore before I punish you��

he strode to the bound Rodolphus and grabbed a thick
handful of his hair, lifting his body up by it, then turned on the spot and disapparated with the man.�

After the Dark Lord had left and
that golden influence had faded from the air Severus and Hermione both heaved a
sigh of relief.�

She looked up at him.� �You did that on
purpose, didnt you?�
Persuading him to read my memories rather than simply telling him what
had happened.� You knew that would
happen!��

Severus looked away and lowered
her gently to the floor.�

�You asked me to help you.� What did you think that would entail?� he
enquired neutrally.��

�Can you move?��

She nodded uncertainly.�

�Good� he said, allowing himself
to slide to the floor, twitching.� �Go to
the shelves and find a small diamond shaped purple potion bottle.�� They are on the second shelf.� ��

Hermione slowly got to her knees
and then her feet and walked to the shelves, looking them over until she found
the purple bottles.� There were dozens� of them.� Identical little purple
phials.�

She wasn�t surprised there were so many if they had something to do with
healing after-effects of the cruciatus curse.

She grabbed two and brought them to Severus.�

He did not reach for them.�

She lowered herself carefully to her knees and uncorked one of the phials and
pressed it to his lips.�

He opened eagerly, almost sucking
at the glass phial.� After he had
swallowed the contents he reached for the other one she held.� �One dose only� he said, sounding a lot
better.� �Some renewing draughts � like
pepper up � can be increased for greater effect.� This
particular one will send the recipient into convulsions if more than a single
dose is applied.� When I have time to
experiment I will work on finding a stronger tolerable dose, but I have too
many projects at present.� It will have
to do. �Try not to get yourself cruciated.�

Hermione held her breath and
allowed herself to hope

�Maybe..
I could help you?� I�m sorry about
earlier with the befuddlement draught.�
It was a childish reaction.� I
regretted it as soon as I had said it � i just want
to learn from you, Severus.� You�re brilliant!�

All I ever wished for in class was a chance to work with you without everyone
else there.�

I promise I�ll prove to you that you can trust me with ingredient
preparation!� Please?!��

Severus� mouth curved into a wry
smirk.� �He already determined when you first arrived that you�d be working
with me.�� Not that your begging isn�t
lovely.� Help me up��

She climbed to her feet again
slowly, Severus watched her as she did.�

�You�re still not back to strength.� What
did the Dark Lord give you?�� She thought
and described the black phial.� He
nodded. �Take the other purple phial then.�
Those two are not incompatible.��

She did so and felt immediately a
hundred times better.� She pulled Severus
up and put her shoulder under his arm.�

When he stood and swayed a little she held him in case he was going to
fall.��

After a minute or so he turned to
her with a discriminating eye.� He
swished and flicked his wand and opened her robe.�

She gasped, looking down at
herself.�

His expression at her lacy black underwear was something between approval and
discontentment.� He transfigured them
into black leather.�

�It is likely that you will be disrobed
at some point and I believe the Dark Lord would prefer you to keep some of your secrets before his servants.��

He flicked the wand again ending
in a complex twisting motion and the robe around her shoulders transfigured
itself into a fitted black reinforced satin death eater robe with a voluminous
hood and wide sleeves.�

�Lovely� he commented absently and
then held out his arm.�

She took a deep breath, just
looking at it.�

�I�m.. scared� she admitted.�

He looked at her as if she were
mad.� �Of course you are. You would be a
fool if you were not.� Nevertheless, we
are going.� What you have to do will be
simple if you apply the right attitude.�
Whatever pain is visited upon you, you will endure.� You will force yourself to remain silent as
long as you possibly can.� And you will
do whatever He tells you.� Immediately.� Please him and you may be working with me tomorrow!� Fail and he will almost certainly make you
watch that bloody degenerate bloodsucker die horribly.��

�From my perspective, its a win/win situation of course.� So do as you like.��

She frowned at him but took his proferred arm.� He
flicked his wand and her hood came up over her head, throwing her face into
shadow.� They disapparated.

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