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Chamber of Secrets
The week has passed by in a blur, what with running majority of the wizarding world, keeping up with Hermione’s fruitless attempts at freedom, and my own personal plans I have been quite busy. Hermione has been quite busy as well with her Mudblood school, she has been distant and more forlorn than usual. Her magick feels torn…hurt…and I was quite perplexed at her nature… I observe Ms. Skeeter in her newly confined prison. Her iridescent wings have finally given up their ill attempts at escape. I smile cruelly was I shake her awake.
“ I know your pain, my dear, I too feel confined at times…be happy you do not have an empire to run it can be taxing at times”, I murmur softly as I observe Skeeter’s permanent glass home.
I’m torn from my thoughts when I observe Severus Snape billowy frame appear in my throne room. I quickly clear my mind as the Headmaster finally appears in front of my silver throne. Severus bows quickly before straightening up.
“ My Lord, I do believe that our project is nearly complete. Mainly thanks to the Unseelie portal’s runes, We can begin towards the final step when you are ready of courses.” , drawls Severus.
“ Excellent, we will commence with the final step after the ball. Have you been keeping tabs on my Hermione, she has been quite an enigma this past week?”
“ Yes my Lord, she is currently at her boarding school helping the half breed put out a fire. Honestly, I thought I would have seen the last of that giant oaf. You would think he learned his lesson the first time with Blast-Ended Skrewts”, Severus says with irritation.
I chuckle darkly as I vanish Ms. Skeeter to my office. I do believe I will start a new hobby of collecting my enemies I muse.
“ Yes well, if having the idiotic half-giant and werewolf as pets makes Hermione happy then I am content. I must go to my ancestors home, do you care to trod along?”, I rise from my throne and head towards my chambers.
“ I fear not my Lord, I have to get back to the transportation potion, unicorn blood is needed for the final stage. I will see you at tonight’s meeting”, with those words Severus bows and heads toward the surface.
The journey to Slytherins' home was quick but filled with my dark thoughts. I arrive at the huge black door and speak parseltounge.
“ Open for the worthy, the ambitious heir of Slytherin”, I hiss and the stone snakes move aside.
The usual dead garden is full of wild flowers and trees that reached the sky, it gave my gothic home a quite eerie look, there was no light filtering through. I pause and listen to the silence. Something was amiss…Hermione has not been here since earlier this week. I pull out my elder wand and cautiously walk towards the raw magic seeping towards the grey fountain, now currently covered in thick ivy. As I approach the foliage, the path I take withers away to black. I stare at the death as I approach the hidden form behind the twisted willow tree, her eyes glow a startling molten gold. My hand tightens around my wand. I have felt this magic before, daily actually…however, it felt more wild…unconstrained.
“ Reveal yourself Hermione, I'm curious to see how time has become you. I can't imagine your Fae powers have developed into time travel, yet I can feel my present lioness flighty magic all the way from Hogsmeade.”
She steps out from behind the tree and I take in my lioness form. She was beautiful, even more then now. It was the way she held herself, she was a true queen in her gold and black armor. Her wild curls were floor length and weaved with gold threads, her form was strong yet supple, her eyes and swirls were brighter, full of power. I finally notice that her serpent collar is missing. I feel my dark aura roar at the realization that somehow, somewhere down our enternal life she has figured a way to remove her confines. My dark magic lashes out and a radius of the greenery Hermione manifested dies instantly. I reel in my anger as I observe her move backwards, as if she did not want my aura to grace hers. I stare silently as I take in her form in simmered anger. How far from the future did she hail?
“Hello Tom, I see your surprised at my appearance. Did you think you could really control me forever?” , she whispers softly as she approaches me like a wild animal, like a true lioness.
“ How?”, I say with barely constrained control. I needed to know so I could rectify this.
Hermione smiles subtly before shaking her head and replying
“You know I can't tell you that, it could change everything and I've worked so hard.”, she stalks closer until she's standing a breath away.
“ Why are you here my dear? I’m sure you have a world to save in your future hmm?”, I caress her curls and observe her slight tension at my touch.
“ War… that’s all there is then…war and blood…”, her voice is sad as she stares at my ink black eyes in trepidation.
War… I wonder… I continue to stare at her form as she walks to the stone bench and sits down. I follow her and sit beside her.
“Why are you in the past lioness?”
“ I had a matter to attend too… and I wanted to see you before I went back to my own time” , she murmurs as she stares at me with indecipherable eyes.
“Am I alive in your time or have you found a way to rid the world of me?” , I say with tighgness in my throat. I will watch this current world burn to the ground before I die and leave my empire to fools.
She scoffs at my question before staring at my left hand, at my Slytherin ring.
“You know that is not possible, you have seen to that Tom”
I smile darkly and hold her hand.
“ I see even in the future I will always be a step ahead, you are even more beautiful Hermione with your raw magic, I didn’t know that was possible”, I say softly as I observe her hesitation before she tightens the hold.
She sighs before staring at me and saying sadly , “ I've forgotten how sweet you use to be Riddle… your almost innocent now…I miss it… truly.”
She leans over softly and kisses my cheek before shimmering back to her time.
I stare at the hand she was holding before finally letting my repressed anger go. The entire garden is washed over by my dark magic and I watch as the foliage returns to death.
I apparate back to the Chamber, my current plans completely forgotten as I replay our puzzled conversation over.
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I wearily plop onto the vast bed, happy to have gotten the smell of soot off of me. Seriously I was happy that Hagrid was preparing for Care of Magical Creatures but it took literally my whole afternoon to help him gather the escaped Blasted-Ended Skrewts back into their pens, and I still had to meet with Draco and Blaise later to finalize our plans for Halloween, and I also had to finish my alchemy. I was trying to remain busy, busy meant I didn’t have to think of Harry and my confession of loving Riddle. I haven’t seen him since then, Ron has been visiting me instead, he told me to give Harry time and he would come around. That Harry was just hurt and couldn't understand, not that Ron did either. I enjoyed Ron’s company, he kept me up to date on their journey to my father’s portal, yet, I missed Harry….I missed his familiarity. I groan as I bury my head under the pillow. What was wrong with me?
I'm stricken from my thoughts as I feel Riddle’s dark magic approach. I sit up quickly as I feel a difference to his magic… something was wrong...
Before I can even register this change in dynamics, Riddle appears at the door of our chambers. He observes me laying on the bed and stares at my neck before clutching his wand tightly and heading towards his library on the second floor. I stare confused before following him, I hesitate before opening the glass matte door. I could feel that he was enraged, he was barely controlling it.
Tom is at his desk and has just thrown back four fingers worth of Firewhiskey before pouring him another one and sitting in the arm chair near the roaring fire. He stares at me darkly as I approach hesitantly.
“ Tom…are you okay?... I can feel your…what happened”, I sit in the arm chair across from him as I view his dark nature.
“Nothing you need to worry about Hermione”, he says stiffly before continuing to drink his spirit.
“ Oh don’t give me that bullox, Riddle, I can tell your obviously enraged about something, now are you going to just get drunk or talk about it with me? I imagine that you don’t have many people you can open up to, what with being a ruthless ruler of the magic world”, I say dryly as I don’t back down from his dark gaze.
Riddle stares in dark angered beauty before finally sighing.
“ Your as stubborn as ever Hermione, if you must know I have recently discovered some …unsettling news and I’m figuring out how to go about this new problem”, Riddle says darkly as he runs his hand through his glossy black locks.
“ Well talking about it helps, I can give you some advice… ideas if you like”, I say softly as I feel his stifling aura.
Riddle chuckles darkly, “ I do believe that would not help me at all, besides I have prior engagements. Do not wait up for me Hermione”, Riddle rises as he finishes his drink.
“Wait Tom” , I say breathlessly as I rise and grab his arm.
Riddle turns around impatiently, his eye brow raised in question.
“Where are you going?”, I feared anybody who crossed his path.
“ Well, if you must know I was going to find someone to torture, a muggle village perhaps, I find it calming… now if you will excuse me.” Riddle wretches him arm from my grasp and continues towards the door.
My heart turns cold. No.
“ Wait!...I… why don’t you relieve yourself with me?”, I say slowly as I walk over to him. I try to portray sultry… yet I’m sure it was anything but.
Riddle stares at me with dark eyes before grabbing me by the throat and pushing me into the black marble pillar behind me. My eyes widen for a moment before I stare at him with calm eyes. I wasn’t afraid, and my magic swirled around his barley contained rage.
“I don’t think you would want to see that side of me Hermione.”, Tom stares at my collar and back at my eyes with unreadable emotions. I stare back with calm eyes.
“ I’m sure that I can handle you at your worst Tom…please... don't go”, I whisper softly.
Riddle stares at me for minutes before smiling darkly.
“As you wish my dear”, he says softly before he apparates us from his library.
His hand never leaving my throat.
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We appear in the Room of Requirement. I shiver with apprehension as I take in the blank room. I haven't been here since Riddle tortured and killed the water nymph. Riddle tightens his hold slightly and my eyes snap to his in fear. Riddle stares darkly at my uncomfortableness.
“ Last chance Hermione”, he's says his voice thick with lust and power.
He was scaring me, the way his eyes stared into mine, his demeanor was back to how it was in the Forbidden Forest when we “trained”… I knew that if I backed down now then the blood of innocent muggles would live with me forever. I swallow thickly before saying,
“ Do your worst Riddle”, although I'm scared I stare back with courage and my magic swirls around him in defiance. Riddle licks his lips slowly before letting me go. I quickly grasp my confined throat in relief, making sure to follow his movements. He quickly flashes his wand and a comfortable arm chair appears before him, he removes his black suit top and loosens his emerald tie before sitting down and finally staring at me.
“ Remove your clothes Hermione”, his voice is dark with lust now, however, his dark anger was still present beneath his hazy lusted eyes. I shake my head involuntarily and back into the wall. This wasn’t going to be good…
Riddle raises his eyebrow at my defiance before replying smoothly, “ You will remove your clothes willingly or our deal is off, I've heard that Hamletshire is overpopulated with muggles, perhaps I shall visit there first.”
“ No…I’ll…fine you bastard”, I grumble as I strip off my maroon woolen skirt and gold sweater. I’m standing in my black delicates and I shiver as my nipples harden in the cold room. Riddle takes in my appearance and licks his lips as he raises his wand and vanishes the thin gauzy material covering my intimates. I will myself to not cover up, it's not like he hasn’t seen every part of me by now…yet… I don’t know if it was being in his personal torture room or perhaps it was the way he was looking at me, with dark intentions but it felt different.
“ Kneel with your legs spread apart lioness”, he murmurs this as he conjures a fluffy green pillow for me. I do as I’m told and wait for his sick games to begin. I soon feel heavy gold chains holding me in place. He has willed my arms tied behind me with chains, as well as securing my thighs apart. My back is arched in perfect position for his enjoyment and I gasp as I view myself in the heavy silver gilded mirror across from me. I notice that my center is already sopping wet and I moan in embarrassment as I glare at Riddle. He slowly gazes over my new position.
“ Magnificent my dear, now I must warn you I have a very dark appetite Hermione. I have not shown you this side of my sexual desires but I must warn you that you will feel much pain tonight, however it could be quite pleasurable if you give in….a hard feat for you I imagine”, he finishes this while swirling his wand and I gasp as I feel a painful pressure on both my puckered nipples. I stare down and gasp as I see that he has charmed two golden metal clamps in the shape of snakes pinching both my nipples without relent. I groan at the weird sensation as my back arches forward and I bite my lip to stifle my moan.
“ Look how responsive you are my little slut” , Riddle says darkly as he conjures another fire whiskey and sips slowly before smiling at my ill attempts of struggling.
“ Go fuc- ahhh mhhmmm”, my voice turns primal as I began to feel a pleasant hum on my clitoris. I moan deeply and stare at him with heavy lidded eyes. Riddle’s gaze widens at my look of lust and I soon feel the hum strengthen. I try to keep over from the sensation however, the confining chains hold me in place, a spectacle for Riddle to enjoy…to devour.
“ Now Hermione, you will not come until I allow you to…if you disobey you will be punished”, he says this as he conjures a heavy tomb and begins reading about mid century curses. I hold on for about fifteen minutes before I begin to feel a pressure in my core, I try to control my body as I finally plummet over my cliff of pleasure.
“Ahhhhmmmphm fuck!” , I gasp as my body shakes after my first earth shattering orgasm, I stare at Riddle in fear knowing that this was the first of many. He stares at me when he hears my gasp of pleasured obscenity and closes his tome slowly before rising and stalking towards me.
“ My my my that didn't take too long, now did it?”, he kneels beside me and lowers his hand to my sopping entrance. I moan softly as I await my punishment. Riddle begins pumping two fingers into my drenched core as the vibrating sensation on my clitoris continues. I growl darkly at his intrusion and I try to rock forward on his two fingers. Riddles stares at me and contintues to glide in and out in slow procession.
“ Last chance Hermione, I’ll tell you what how about you come with me to Hamletshire, you can make sure I don’t go overboard, only a couple families will be massacred?”, he slowly whispers this into my ear as he breathes in my scent.
“ No”, I gurgle through the intends pleasure. I stare at him with determination, I could handle this. Riddle smiles before replying
“ So be it…Crucio”
“ MMMPHMM AHHH”, I scream as the pleasure of my clitoris and Riddle's curse mingle together and brings forth a sensation I have never felt before. My entire body was on fire, yet it didn’t feel as intensified as the Crucios I have felt in the past. Perhaps Riddle didn’t use a strong curse, but I expected it was balanced from the pleasure of his ministrations. The hum on my pearl has strengthen as I ride out his cruel curse, I feel my walls clench around his fingers and I finally cry at the magnificent feeling. What the fuck was wrong with me?
Riddle lifts the curse and removes his fingers before licking them clean and returning to his seat, he has not let up the pleasant hum and I breathe deeply as I stare at him darkly. I quickly glance at the mirror and see that I am dripping for him. He has taken up his tome again and contintues to read.
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It's hours later when he finally takes me roughly in his chair, by now I have came and have been cursed half a dozen times. Every part of my body was on fire yet I was still drenched and his thick veiny member easily slides into my entrance. I moan and push harder into him. After four orgasms I was begging him to fill me, like some wanton slut, yet I didn’t care I wanted to feel more of this perfect balance of pleasure and pain. I wanted to be consumed by him.
“ Fuck me, Riddle, harder, please!”, I scream as I feel my abused clitoris rub against his navel.
“ You are so naughty lioness, you will…never escape me, do you hear me”, he grabs my throat roughly as he impales me deeper.
“ Yes master!” I cry out as he crucios me once more and I feel my walls tighten around his thick member. Riddles fucks me for what feels like hours as I moan through the pleasured pain. We orgasm together and I feel his hot seed inside of me before I finally pass out from the intensity of it all.
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I stare at Hermione’s unconscious sweat slicken frame in hunger, I almost rennervate her for round two, after all, it is technically her own self that created this situation, even though she may not know this yet. However, I decide to allow her rest after viewing her tortured body. I magically clean both of us from our fucking before apparating her to our bed and tucking her tired form beneath the silken sheets. I slowly caress her collared throat and bruised nipples before apparating to my Death Eater meeting.
I presume I could always torture my followers, they were more fun to torment anyways. I loved shedding pompous pureblood.
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