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Filthy Little Mudblood	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 30388 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione stood in the hallway, completely oblivious to the goings on around her as she contemplated what had been said at the end of the meeting; even days later she couldn�t stop thinking about it. An heir? The heir of the Dark Lord carried in her, a Mudblood? What bothered her the most was not that the most feared wizard of their time had chosen her, but that she felt proud of the fact. Shouldn�t she be concerned, horrified, or any number of emotions that most normal people would feel? All she could feel was pride and honor that he would choose her over all others, even if the possibility of becoming pregnant was nearly nil.
Severus had continued to supply her with potions, and she was almost certain one was a contraceptive potion. She had taken them without fail, even though she no longer needed them since her body had adjusted nicely to the Dark Lord, but she was sure there had been no way to continue taking the potions now that she was staying in his rooms.
Sighing heavily, she continued to walk down the hallway and think to herself. She had been forced into many situations in the last several months, but this was the most difficult by far and she was not entirely sure she was ready for it. It appeared to her that perhaps Lucius felt the same way about her that she felt about him. She wasn�t in love with him, that would require a mutual meeting of the minds and hearts and not in the capacity of being held prisoner, but the possibility was certainly there and she was sure she loved him in many other ways. Now, however, she was forbidden to feel that way unless she wished to risk their very lives. Tom, no matter how gentle he seemed at times, was a very jealous man and jealousy and power would never go well together.
Which led her to her next problem; her hatred for Lord Voldemort was weakening. She hated what he stood for, what he had done, and hated mostly that, as Tom, she felt she was falling for him as well. How could she do that? How could she betray all that she had known and aid the man who had threatened to kill her own parents?! Severus believed she was working with him and Lucius to stop Voldemort, but even she wasn�t sure about that now. The power and darkness she had been fighting were so intoxicating that each time she used them, she felt as though part of her were growing stronger and taking away any signs of weakness she had had before. She felt possessed every time he took her body and that in itself was a feeling she couldn�t put words to. Lucius was an incredible and passionate lover, but Tom was a powerful, intense lover.
Maybe it was just the darkness, or maybe it was being betrayed by all those she loved, but whatever the reason, she wanted more of the power, more of the darkness that made all the sad, lonely feelings leave until she was left with nothing but the feeling of completion. The hardest part of it all was knowing that Harry had willingly left her behind. That had been something unexpected and it was the proverbial straw that had broken the camel�s back. Certainly he had fought against the idea, even argued some, as she had seen in his mind that night, but he had still left her there. Forgiving him would be easy, she knew, if only he would show some sign of remorse, some sign that he was still the man she knew him to be. The darkness bubbled as she delved deeper into her memories. She could feel it grow stronger inside her each day and fighting its effects was becoming harder and harder until she knew one day it would completely take her over. She wasn�t entirely sure that was such a bad thing.
Voices caught her attention in the library and she slowed her steps to listen at the door as she peered in.
�Is this true, Rodolphus?� she heard Bellatrix Lestrange ask her husband. �Were you sleeping with my sister, too?� Hermione noticed the calculating look that Bellatrix gave her husband before pulling a worn piece of parchment from her robes and handing it to him. She immediately recognized it as the letter Lucius had given his sister-in-law the morning of her own torture. Hiding her gasp of surprise and her anger at the memory, she continued to listen, unnoticed by both.
Rodolphus read through it quickly, before shaking his head and chuckling softly and Hermione realized with a start that she rather liked the sound. �Yes, it�s true.� Upon his wife�s enraged look, he added, �Every time you lay with our Master, I had your sister. But it was just that, sex. Words of love were never spoken and I never thought her to be as weak and pathetic as this. Why the sudden questioning? It�s been quite awhile since her death.�
�I don�t know. You�ve been gone a lot since then and I just�.� Then, without warning, she asked, �Do you want the Mudblood as well?�
He walked calmly over to his wife, loving her jealousy and the way she defended her family, but more so the way she would give in to him no matter what.
�Narcissa�s dead,� Bellatrix said softly when his hand caressed her cheek.
�Yes,� he said with a sinister grin as he tilted her head up. �So tell me, wife, why you are really so angry?�
�I thought it was because of the Mudblood; I even convinced our Master to allow me to torture her. Then Lucius stormed in and handed me that,� she said, gesturing to the parchment, �and the Dark Lord became angry and tortured me instead.�
�Are you pouting, Bella? Are you honestly pouting like a child?� he asked, amused.
�I am not! I was just certain it was the Mudblood because Lucius had been tripping all over her. And now she�s one of us and I suppose I feel guilty for my actions against her.�
�Tripping over? I hardly think that was an accurate assessment. Lucius Malfoy is one of the coldest men I know, it�s one of the reasons I like him. He enjoys�enjoyed fucking his slave because she is more than just easy on the eyes and has yet to become broken like so many others. I don�t think you should read more into his affections than that.�
�Perhaps,� she mumbled as he began kissing her and running his hands along her body. Hermione was surprised to find that the cold, crazed man was rather passionate and suave.
�As you have been told, it was Rabastan she loved, not me. But you�re right, the Mudblood is one of us now and you should consider befriending her before it is too late.�
�I suppose you�re right, love. Do you want her?�
Holding her close, he replied softly, �That is a rather moot point, is it not? Any man that touches her now, or even allows the thoughts to enter his mind, will be killed on site by our Master himself. She looked so evil when she killed the filthy Muggle nights ago that I believe we were all drawn to her.�
�She had to be threatened with death herself to do it, if you remember. Do you feel she is worthy enough to carry his heir?�
�We shall see in time. Come now, witch, we have hours before the mission,� he growled, nipping roughly along her neck.
Bella moaned loudly. �Yes, we do.�
�Let us go home. I�ll even let you pick out our toy for yourself this time.�
Her eyes sparkled with manic glee. �Let us go, husband. I have a sudden desire for a very sharp knife.�

Hermione felt herself fade into the shadows as the couple left the room and headed down the hall, completely oblivious to their eavesdropper. So, Bella felt a bit guilty did she? Pity that, it would make Hermione�s revenge only slightly less uplifting. She hated to admit it, but the way the man had just manipulated Bella made her believe that Rodolphus had serious potential, and the comment about a sharp knife intrigued her as well. Briefly, she thought of Neville and felt a twinge of guilt, but it didn�t remain long and she slowly walked into the library to immerse herself fully into her one true comfort--books. In books, she could forget that she had lost a bit of herself that night she took someone�s life. Was he married? A father? Did it even matter? The choice had been her life or his, and she had chosen her own.

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Days melted into weeks and it was soon clear to all that Hermione had been accepted into the fold; whether she exactly fit in or not remained to be seen. She was never seen without their Master, however, and so they treated her like a new member of their dark organization and counted themselves lucky to have her intelligence on their side.
Severus had begun pointing out that she was going too far, all but pleading with her to stop accepting the darkness so easily and to try fighting it more. His worries were not baseless, as she had in fact killed a Muggle man only two days ago. She had been forced to entertain the Dark Lord by killing an unknown man with the threat of death herself if she did not comply. Although her heart wasn�t in it, the curse itself was strong and the effect instantaneous; she had pleased Voldemort, even though she lost a bit more of herself that night when the stranger lay dead before her.
The recent missions had apparently been very large successes, with only a few casualties from the Dark Lord�s ranks. Severus had told her that Harry had come to defend her parents, and had also went on the other smaller mission they had just yesterday, shocking most of the Death Eaters and those in the Order as well. He had also told her that her parents and Remus had escaped the attack on her house, and that her parents were currently residing at Grimmauld Place. That had been a week ago. The latest mission had been earlier that day and she hadn�t heard from Severus since then.
The party for the mission concerning the Muggles captured on her parents� street had been delayed while others healed, but Lucius had already been given his new slave and Hermione had heard many rumors regarding her. Apparently she was a young, blond woman who was deemed �unworthy, but fuckable.� Hermione only wished the darkness prevented her from feelings of jealousy. She had been with Tom nightly since moving into his rooms, but that did not mean she wanted Lucius free to be with others. She and the Dark Lord had shared meals, shared his bed, and even shared books and thoughts. He was still the Dark Lord, however, which left him unable to share his general affections, if they even existed. At first, she had wondered what it would be like to wake up next to him each morning; what she found instead, was that he slept little and was always awake long before her. He had told her that, since his resurrection, he felt the ability to sleep eluded him most of the time. Apparently, most of his thinking occurred at night and he woke her occasionally to discuss certain tactics and such.
All day Tom kept repeatedly telling her that he had a surprise this evening and couldn�t wait to share it with her. It would appear her �true test� was coming tonight with the party. So, dressed in tight, red dress robes and looking every bit the queen that she was becoming, she was forced to attend the party or face his wrath.
The Death Eaters were dressed in their robes, most recently returned from something that had them all more excited than she had seen them since her own capture and she wondered briefly who they had captured this time. The Dark Lord himself was dressed articulately in black dress robes that, had his appearance not been so ghastly, would have had him fitting in with the most esteemed members of polite society. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw Lucius, dressed beautifully in gray robes, but with a drawn, saddened look on his face. His slave sat demurely by his side, watching her with a scathing look, masked slightly by curiosity.
She noticed Severus standing near Lucius. Ophelia was with him and Hermione felt a slight pang of jealousy when she felt how happy Severus seemed to be. They had only been together a short time, but it was becoming more and more obvious to her that the young Order member had captured more than just her new master�s attention, even though he showed no outward signs. And the way she smiled at him made Hermione nauseous.
�Granger, there�s something you need to know.� Severus broke into her mind, but as she was getting ready to respond, the Dark Lord stood from beside her and addressed his followers.
�Silence!� he hissed and they all immediately obeyed. �Welcome once again to our little celebration. It appears we are having more and more of those these days; a very good sign that the end is nearing and our greatest rewards will soon be at hand.� He turned to Hermione, offering her his hand and bringing her to stand beside him. �I have a present for you, my pet,� he hissed softly. �Someone you haven�t seen in a long time wishes to say �hello� to you.� He took a couple of steps away from her before saying sharply, �Bring in the wolf.�
Hermione�s breath caught in her throat as she watched two Death Eaters walk through the door, dragging a beaten and bloody Remus Lupin between them.

�I tried to stop them, Granger. They went back to the house and others were waiting for them. I did not know he would do something so foolish, but this is not the worst of it,� she heard Severus say but chose to ignore him as she kept her eyes trained on Remus.
�Come along, half-breed; it is time to get what you so richly deserve.�
�Cursing me for life not enough for you, Greyback?� Remus growled, his throat obviously raw and Hermione could only imagine what horrors he had been put through. Judging by his tattered and bloody clothing, it was probably worse than anything she was imagining.
She watched in horror as Greyback stopped walking, balling his fist and punching Remus hard in the stomach, making him double over in pain. �Hardly,� he spat. �I gave you a gift and you refuse to accept it for what it is.�
Remus didn�t respond, his eyes suddenly locked solely on the wizard who had just stepped into his path. Anger and hatred radiated from him as Greyback pushed him roughly onto his knees. The others began forming a circle around their surprise guest as they murmured in excitement.
�That is enough foolishness from you both,� Voldemort said coldly, shooting a scathing look at Greyback who slinked back into the circle of now quiet spectators. �Remus Lupin--werewolf, intelligent man, powerful, and leader of the Order of the Phoenix--you have been brought here tonight to make a choice.�
He began walking around the room, his body no longer covering Hermione from sight, and Remus� eyes widened in shock when he saw her. His shock was quickly replaced with compassion and he greedily drank in the sight of her standing before him, uninjured, as he gave her a small smile.
�Beautiful, is she not?� Voldemort hissed from behind him.
Eyes still on Hermione, Remus responded icily, �Yes, along with kind, caring, brave, and intelligent. There is nothing you can tell me about her that I don�t already know.�
Voldemort laughed, a cold, mirthless laugh that made his Death Eaters shudder slightly. �Most of which has made her a pleasant addition to my ranks.�
He noticed the surprise in Remus� hitched breath, along with how Hermione averted her eyes slightly. �Did I tell you something you did not know? I was certain Severus would have told you. Yes, Hermione has chosen to side with me; a very wise decision, do you not agree?�
�Hardly.�
�Oh, come now, half-breed�Remus,� he corrected himself, walking around once more, �Surely you don�t mean that.� Without waiting for Remus to respond to his mocking, Voldemort began speaking directly to his Death Eaters as Hermione and Remus stared at each other. �Over two decades ago, almost three now, there was a group of four very promising Hogwarts students. They were smart, cunning, unafraid of breaking the rules, and quite Slytherin in their actions. I overlooked their Gryffindor sorting and asked them to join me, to join us. Even when James Potter took a Mudblood as his wife, I offered to spare her life if they pledged their loyalty to me, and yet, three times they refused me. Only one came willingly, isn�t that right, Wormtail?�
�Yes, Master, I came to you; betrayed them all for you, Master,� he simpered from the circle as he knelt before his master.
�I wouldn�t brag about it, Pettigrew,� Remus spat hatefully. �You wouldn�t have been half of what you were without us. Just look at you now.�
Voldemort and Hermione both smiled their agreement before he continued. �So, again I ask you, Remus Lupin, will you join me? I will forgive your past transgressions and perhaps allow you to have a bit of fun with your old friend.�
Wormtail�s eyes widened in horror, but no one spoke as they waited for his answer.
�If it is a choice between you and death, Voldemort, I choose death.�
Outraged whispers of �he dares� and �the name� swept through the circle of followers, but Voldemort held up a hand and they stilled instantly.
�No less than what I expected. Pity,� he replied quietly.
He started walking around the room then, looking upon his followers as he spoke. �There are many of you who believe the Mudblood should prove her worth. The Muggle�s death does not seem to be enough for some of you and I have been reluctant to allow another display due to the lack of an adequate subject. Although my word is absolute, as a considerate ruler, I understand the desire many of you feel for her to prove herself worthy of our kind.� He slowly came to stand behind Hermione. Her gaze was locked on Remus� and she found it impossible to hide her emotions; how much she cared for the beaten wizard was written clearly in her eyes.
�However,� he continued softly, �I believe I have found a test worthy of her. This half-breed,� he spat disgustedly, all traces of politeness gone, �has been both mentor and friend to her in the past. Is there a more worthy choice than that?� he asked rhetorically. No one dared answer, but all thought Harry Potter would be her true test.
Voldemort moved his hands to her shoulders, noticing the way she stiffened slightly. His appearance as Voldemort was one she was slowly getting used to, but she no longer had a choice. Her game was over and she belonged to him. Speaking to her, he stared at Remus. �Curse him, my worthy pet. Make him feel all the pain that you felt when the Order betrayed you.�
Remus looked ready, kneeling solid before her as Severus asked her what she was willing to do. Tears pooled in her eyes and she raised her hand slowly, only to have it drop limply at her side. Shaking her head, she whispered, �I�I can�t, Milord.�
Anger radiated from him and before she realized it, she was thrown to the ground and screams of pain and agony fell from her mouth, the darkness not holding it off as her emotions overwhelmed her, and he took full advantage of her weakness.
No one saw Severus flicking his wand at Lucius when he made to rush forward, nor did they see him clutch his own chest as her pain became his through their bond.
�You bastard! Leave her alone!� Remus screamed, trying to rise only to be forced down by Voldemort�s wand when he lifted the curse against Hermione.
�Surely you understand that disobeying an order must not go unpunished. She will do as she�s told or suffer the consequences as would all my followers.�
Remus looked at Hermione as she rose to her feet and bowed her head, anger and disappointment flashing through him when he saw the mark around her wrist, but he suddenly understood what Severus had been saying�Hermione had gotten herself in too deep. He knew he was going to die, probably before the night was over, but he also knew he owed it to her to help as much as possible. She still didn�t know the worst way in which he had failed her.
He looked up coldly and snarled, �Punish your own whore, Voldemort?�
The soft hiss of his answer carried steadily over the angry whispers. �Whores are easily replaced. I expect more from her.�
�I could have told you otherwise, long ago,� Remus spat. �It is because of her,� he added, knowing the low blow would anger her, �that her own lover went to my wife.�
He looked up at her, trying to convey accusations and dislike, and was relieved to notice that it was working. Her cheeks were flushing, her eyes flashing, and he could feel the darkness even across the several feet that separated them.
�How very sad,� Voldemort replied, a malicious glint in his blazing red eyes. �Severus, bring in the other prisoner.�

�This, Granger, is the worst of it.�
�What do you mean? Severus, what is going on?�
�A Death Eater can have no one, be attached to no one; otherwise, the Dark Lord will use them against you without thinking twice.�
�No! Severus, please tell me it isn�t my��

�Bored with me already?� Remus said, breaking their connection as Hermione looked frantically at a man she had once loved, a man who had betrayed her like all the others, even though just with his words.
�Crucio!� Voldemort hissed, watching as Remus� hands fell to the floor and he screamed in pain, brow beading with sweat as he tried to fight the curse. He released him moments later, watching as the man glared at him and panted heavily. �Do not think that I am finished with you yet, wolf. It was a hard test that I set for our Hermione and I feel that she needs the proper persuasion.�
As if on cue, the doors opened and Hermione�s heart fell to the floor with a thud. Severus walked in, his hand gripping the arm of her very own father.
�Hermione?� he croaked through his parched throat.
�Father!� she whimpered in return, running to the man before her and forgetting those around them. �I don�t understand,� she whispered. �You were supposed to be gone. How did they get you?�
�We went back to the house and they were waiting. A man, Remus, he tried to hold them off, but��
Her father�s rough voice turned into the loud screams of a tortured Muggle as he fell to the floor and writhed before his daughter.
�Stop!� she cried, begging the Dark Lord to leave her father alone. The darkness washed over her fully and she waited to be punished for her outburst. Instead, she watched as Voldemort Levitated her father and let him fall to the ground beside Remus.
�The choice is yours, pet,� he murmured softly, making her shiver despite the current situation. �Curse one or I will do both for you. And I assure you, witch, I have grown tired of the Cruciatus Curse.�
�Don�t you see? Your whore can�t curse those she loves,� Remus spat hatefully, eyes locked with Hermione�s now cold ones and daring her to curse him.
�Excuse me?!� her father asked through shaky lips.
�How dare you call me a whore?� she hissed.
�Easy, Granger,� he mocked, �It is what you are. Tell me, how many Death Eaters have you been with? Two? Three? Or do they pass you around and all take�� Suddenly he stopped speaking as Hermione raised her hand and sent Remus flying through the air to land against a nearby wall.
He looked up at her in relief, but his expression quickly changed when he realized she was walking towards him. Another curse hit his side and he could feel the pain as the blood poured onto the floor beside him.
Hermione had snapped. Only Remus would know how to truly hurt her the most and the fact that he had used it against her cut deeper than the actual act of Ron and Tonks� betrayal. Not only had he hurt and angered her, he had publicly humiliated her. The darkness completely engulfed her, washing over every inch of her as she stormed closer to the man before her. Who he was mattered not, nor did the fact that she was surrounded by so many others. All that mattered to her now was the immense feeling of power and control that came from her anger and retaliation.

�Granger! That is enough!� she heard Severus yell, but his voice was like an echo in her mind.
She threw another hex and another, reveling in his screams of pain and agony even as she felt her strength begin to fade. She cast a final Crucio before Severus became so forceful she could no longer ignore him.

�Dammit, Granger! Stop or I�ll stop you myself! He only meant for you to curse him instead of your father, not for you to kill him! Control yourself!�

Hermione looked up at Severus, breaking her curse as the entire room slowly began to breathe again. It wasn�t her friend�s gaze that caught and held hers, but Lucius�. She could see the shock written on his face, but it was the trepidation mixed with sorrow in his eyes that really drew her back into herself. Looking around, she realized all the Death Eaters were looking at her with expressions of awe and wariness. Apparently, she had scared them all.
Finally, after what felt like minutes but couldn�t possibly be, Voldemort said softly, �Well done, Pet. He has felt your anger and you have proven yourself to everyone. Severus, take the Muggle back to his room. He will remain untouched by you all, that is an order! Greyback, you may do as you wish with the half-breed.�
Remorse for her actions flooded her almost cold heart as she looked back to a man she had once respected above all others. What would become of him now? Would he even survive? He was looking at her, his heartbreak clearly written across his face as he shakily made to stand. It was as though he no longer cared what happened to him, as though he had already lost everything. Hermione told herself that it would have happened either way, he would have been cursed by the Dark Lord if not by her, but this way, she had saved her father.
�Milord,� Hermione said without feeling, �Perhaps we should keep him.�
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