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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
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- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
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- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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Hermione blinked and raised her
head to look around.. then
wished she hadn�t.�

Despite the events of the last days
the scene around her could have been taken straight from one of her nightmares.

When she was in the forest with Harry she had had horrible dreams about being
captured by Voldemort and brought to a place like this.�

In her nightmares things had happened to her that she realised very well might
happen to her here and now.�

They had appeared inside a vast
black stone amphitheatre.�

It was cavernous and lit by
firelight, widely spaced braziers and stakes mounted at various heights up the
slopes.�

They illuminated row upon row of black hooded and white masked Death Eaters,
standing cold and still looking down at her.�

Hundreds of Death
Eaters.�

She was standing in the centre of a circle perhaps fifteen metres across at the
base of the slopes.�

When she turned to Severus for
reassurance he had gone.� She was
alone.�

She looked around and found on one
side a raised angular dais perhaps fifteen feet high.� No steps led up to it.�

Upon this platform Lord Voldemort sat in a black throne that seemed to be made
of twisted black wood or metal.�

Thick hard ropes of something curled and shone in the firelight.�

He was of course his pale and
snakelike self and for a brief moment panic clutched at her stomach.�

She knew better..
he�d.. he�d held her in his
arms and comforted her only half an hour ago.�

But it was exactly like her dreams.� He
was cold and superior, his red eyes glowing malevolently.�

His yew wand dangled from his fingertips, not quite pointed at her, but with
the clear implication that pointing at her was something that could occur at
any second.� �

He looked down at her and she felt
small and weak and powerless.�

He spoke then and his voice was
icy, breathy with satisfaction, it echoed strangely in this place, possessed
strange harmonics.�

�Hermione Granger...�� Harry Potter�s mudblood.�

Many of my Death Eaters might find it strange to see you here.. in this
place... dressed in the garb of an initiate. �

You are a prisoner � a slave!� �Why should Lord Voldemort show you such magnanimity?��

�Do you believe you are worthy of
that robe?��

�Do you dare to request my mark?!�� He leaned forward
in the throne, interestedly.�

She didn�t expect this.� She hadn�t thought she�d have to justify
herself like this.�

She hadn�t really thought about it in detail beyond the idea of pain and doing horrible
things.�

She could hardly say yes.�

How could she justify it?� Everyone knew
she had fought against him.� She hadn�t done
anything that she supposed Death Eaters would value particularly, at least not that wouldn�t also make them pissed off at her.�

Imitating Bellatrix would probably not be the best thing to mention.�

She couldn�t say no either � else
why was she here?!� She floundered for a
moment and recovered.�

Scraping together confidence she
didn�t have she said in a clear voice that echoed around the chamber like a
bell.

�I am whatever my Lord wants me to be.� I
am worthy if Lord Voldemort deems me so.�
Please let me serve you, My Lord!�
�...My life..
my will.. is yours.��

Low murmurs went around the
chamber from the Death Eaters.�

Voldemort sat back on his throne,
smiling a knife blade smile.�

�Is that so, mudblood?� We shall see...� I do not offer my mark to any and all
worthless filth that begs to serve me.��

�My Death Eaters are strong.� They are loyal.. ruthless.. powerful.� They are worthy of fighting at my side.� They are skilled.� They offer value to me like jewels that
ornament a crown.�� What do you offer me,
little girl?�

What could you possibly offer me?��

She lowered her head, her face
hidden beneath the hood and bit her lip.�
What could she offer?�

She tried..
�I�m.. I�m good at research, my Lord.� I�m good at potions too.� And transfiguration.� Charms.�

And..and quite a lot of other areas too I suppose

�..I�m.. they say I�m the best student to come from Hogwarts since a
boy in the 1940s called..��

�Enough!� the Dark Lord hissed
angrily.�

His eyes swept up across the ranks of black cloaked figures and the hushing
murmurs ceased as if cut off with a guillotine.�

�You are..
quite bright, yes.�
I�ve heard the rumors.� There are a great many �bright� wizards and
witches here.� Why should I care?��

Hermione paused and felt a
momentary pulse of irritation. What did he want?!� She had said all she could.� She tried again, a note of desperation in her
voice now.�

�I can fight, my Lord.� I can fight well!� I can use my knowledge in your service.� I have survived for over a year in the open, while
your servants hunted me.�

I have impersonated Death Eaters.� I have
stolen from you.�

I have worked high magic many times.. The blackest of
magic��

A wave of� whispers and reaction swept through
the amassed Death Eaters and was silenced again at a look from Lord Voldemort.�

Hermione continued � I regret some of
my actions.� I did not realise how
magnificent you are.� I should have
served you and not..�
not.. ��

Voldemort hissed the name venomously.� �Harry
Potter.� ��She nodded emphatically, her
hood bobbing.�

The Dark Lord leaned back on the
throne and stared at her thoughtfully.�

�Very well.� You
may perhaps be of some use.� I believe I
am willing to test the limits of your endurance.��

Avery!� Mulciber!�� He paused and then a dark smirk rose on his
white face.� �Malfoy..��

A death eater with long blonde
hair trailing over the front of his robes stepped out of the ranks.�

�..the
younger�� the Dark Lord finished with
satisfaction.�

Hermione gasped and looked up at
him.�

Lucius
hesitated and then reluctantly stepped back into formation.� Another figure stepped out several metres
away.�

Hermione tried to remain
calm.�� She turned back to the Dark Lord.� He had risen to his feet and now he raised
his wand and levelled it at her.�

She shivered and repeated to herself �held me in his arms, held me in his
arms.� Probably not
going to kill me.� Calm down.��

The Dark Lord smirked and flicked
slightly with the yew stick.�

Her robes melted away, leaving her standing in front of everyone in the leather
garments Severus had transfigured for her.�
�

Again the ranks commented among
themselves.� The Dark Lord allowed it
this time.� He did not do anything but
she had the vague feeling he approved of her attire.�

He looked past her and she turned
her head to see three men in black robes standing� facing her, several metres apart from
one another.� As she watched their masks
melted away and they lowered their hoods.�

She recognised Avery.� He was a large greyish skinned man in perhaps
his early forties with lank light brown hair cut short to fall over his
forehead.� His face was narrow and his
eyes were a pale blue and piercing.� He
looked like a gambler or a drinker.� His
body was hidden in the robes but he appeared quite wiry rather than
muscular.��

He was contrasted sharply by Mulciber, who was a large broad corn blonde man with mutton
chops and a wide, currently leering, face.�
His eyes were light grey and gave him a washed out appearance.� His robes could not hide that he was heavily
muscled.�

He exchanged a look with Avery and it was clear that the two were friends and
were both overjoyed to have been gifted with this task by the Dark Lord.�

Hermione supposed she shouldn�t have
been surprised.� The Dark Lord had told
her that Avery had been the one to retrieve her from the battlefield and he had
suggested to him that he might enjoy torturing her later at his
convenience.�

It appeared that that time had now come.�

She steeled herself and turned to
the third member of the trio.�

It was worse than she
imagined.�

Draco was standing, quite visibly
chomping at the bit to curse her.� He
looked a little older.� His hair was
almost shoulder length and hung like silk.�
His face was twisted in glee, schadenfreude,
loathing.�

His eyes were darker than his father�s she noticed, but perhaps it was just the
emotion in them now.�

While she was watching Draco the
other two men had moved, she whirled and found them now arranged in an
equilateral triangle around her. �Some
quiet laughter went up among the ranks of the Death Eaters at her visible
distress. �

She turned to the Dark Lord, who
had seated himself again and was looking quite curious.�

She wondered what he had done with Rodolphus.� Was he somewhere here?� Was he still tied up somewhere?� She closed her eyes and felt again how Rodolphus had held her..so
carefully.. kissed her.. touched
her.� How he had looked at her.� Different to everyone else.�
He had wanted to protect her.� But
instead she would have to protect him.�

The Dark Lord�s face twitched slightly in displeasure.� �No mercy, gentlemen.�� He hissed and a murmur of approval rose up in
the room.

He intoned darkly �Begin.�

She didn�t have time to even turn
before the first curse struck her. �Her
back seemed to ignite in flames.�

She gasped and bit down on the
yelp that wanted to slip from her lips.�

They were cursing silently.� She wouldn�t
even know what to expect.��

Her back hurt..
a lot.� She
swayed on her feet slightly and tried to push the pain aside.�

Another curse struck her from the
side of Mulciber and threw her to the ground hard,
knocking the wind out of her.�

She struggled to get air into her lungs and move.�

Something else hit her and it felt like a massive electric shock that didn�t
abate but trailed painful jittering lines down her veins to her
extremities.�

She grit
her teeth against it and rolled to her stomach, rising up onto her knees.� �

She was facing Avery and he
stepped forward suddenly and kicked her in the face.� She hadn�t expected it and sailed backward
through the air to land on her back again.�

Dark laughter echoed through the room.�
Her cheekbone felt like it was already swelling.��

Draco stepped forward and stood
over her, pointing his wand down at her chest.�
He sneered and flicked the wand into a lumos, brightening it till it
glittered brightly.�

Kneeling, he pressed the wand to the skin above her leather bra and started to
drag it through her flesh.� She bit down
on her lips to hold in the scream that rose in her throat.� It was bad..
Everything else had been a tickle compared to this.�

Draco was speaking to her
quietly.� Nobody else would hear.�

�You don�t deserve to be here,
mudblood.� You should be back in the
dungeon where filth like you belongs.�
You�ll pay for what you did to my father.� I�m going to make you scream.��

She writhed on her back against
the white hot brand on her sensitive skin but didn�t dare to raise her hands to
defend herself.� She splayed them on the
ground, pressing her fingertips against the stone, arching her head back.
Panting and wrenching her face away from the smell of her own skin burning.

Lucius withstood it, she told herself.� I can do it.��

Draco had finished writing what
she supposed probably read �filth� across her chest and now he began to trail
the wand down her abdomen.� It hurt even
worse across the sensitive flesh and she jerked away blindly, feeling hot tears
sliding down toward her ears now.� Her
mouth tasted of blood where she had bitten her lips open to keep her
silence.�

�Stay still!� Draco growled above
her.� �You�ll ruin it.�� He slapped her hard across the face.� She barely noticed.��

A curse from somewhere off to the
left struck her and it felt like all her skin was being flayed off in tiny
strips.

Her eyes bulged and she bit down on her tongue hard.�

She raised her head but her skin was fine.�
Nothing was flayed. There wasn�t even any blood.� She did see however what Draco had been
burning into her.�

Across her chest read �cockhole� and an arrow pointed
up at her face while another one trailed down her abdomen with lots of filigree
and decoration, culminating in an arrow pointing down at her pussy.�

She jerked again and very nearly
screamed when he started burning more arrows into her inner thighs.

Wrenching her arms up she wrapped them over her mouth, biting down on the meat
of her forearm and clenching her eyes closed.��
Her thighs flinched and jerked of their own volition.�

Finally, after what felt like an
eternity no more new burns happened.�

She opened her eyes gingerly and
then her arms were ripped away and torn upward, dragging her body after
them.�

She dangled by them in midair and felt herself rotated, obviously to show the
�artwork� to the assembled ranks.�

There was some murmuring and laughter.�
She found she didn�t care.�

She should probably feel ashamed or something but she didn�t care in the
slightest. These marks would wipe away like nothing if the Dark Lord gave her her power back.�

In fact..
these death
eaters would wipe away like nothing.�

She grinned nastily, thinking of destroying them all and louder, shocked,
sounds rose up from the crowd.� ��

She looked down at Draco who was
sneering up at her obliviously and hissed �What I�m going to do to you when
this is over will make your father cry, ferret!�� She turned her face away.�

While Avery was frowning in
frustration, Mulciber was actually grinning at her
composure.� �I like a challenge,
mudblood� he laughed.� �let�s see how well you take to the lash.��

He mumbled something and flicked his wand and� a long orange white glowing cord
spilled from the end of it.� He flicked
it once or twice and Hermione watched as the cord moved like a strange
liquidlike whip.�

She steeled herself again.�

Hermione panted and blinked away
the blurry tears from her eyes again.�
She was kneeling on the floor, her arms at her sides.

From time to time she would be knocked down and then she would struggle slowly
to get back on her knees.�

It took a long time sometimes as they didn�t stop cursing her. �

It seemed to almost become easier
to hold her voice, the more they did to her.�
In the beginning shock had almost forced her throat to react but now.. the pain was constant, aching,
burning, stinging,� The additional blows
or cuts or other things didn�t increase the total agony by a significan�t percentage.�
�

Draco had tried to crucio her once.� It
had hurt terribly but it was nothing compared to Bellatrix curse and that in
turn was a gentle pat on the head compared to the Dark Lord�s wand.��

Draco had been enraged when she didn�t
so much as whimper although her body twisted and curled and stretched
helplessly.� He started casting slicing hex�s without care.��

Once when she had been flung
around by a curse, she had caught sight of the Dark Lord through her
tears.� He had been watching her with
clear approval on his face and she felt proud.�

Voldemort..� Tom.. was pleased with her.� It was a warm feeling inside, in the place
where the pain didn�t reach.�

She was doing this partly to save Rodolphus,
certainly.� It was why she had to be silent.�

But she realised.. she was
also doing it to please Him.�

She discovered that she.. God only knew why.. did
actually want him to put the dark mark on her.�

No.. that wasn�t exactly
right.� She wanted him to put his mark on
her but she wanted.. she
almost wanted more than that.�

Couldn�t put her finger on what exactly she wanted.

She crawled to her knees, in her
own puddle of blood and sweat and tears and faced the Dark Lord.�

Avery stomped over and slashed his
wand at her, opening her cheek and shoulder then hexing bubotuber
vines to grow into the wounds, dripping their acid through her opened
flesh.�

�Enough� the Dark Lord�s voice
rang out.�

The sudden silence was defening.� She
realised she had been daydreaming, preoccupied internally, insulated from
events.�

Outside the three death eaters had
been cursing her thick and fast, desperately trying to force a sound from
her.�

The crowd had begun cheering and had been almost in a frenzy,
calling out suggestions and criticism, each certain that if the Dark Lord would
only allow them at her, they could
make the little mudslut screech.�

When the Dark Lord spoke it was as
if the silence had a pressure to it.� He
looked down at her with approval.�

�You have shown your strength,
child.� Few here have succeeded so
completely in withstanding torture.� Your
Lord will reward you for your endurance.��

He gestured to the side and two death eaters scurried in to the circle and
began healing her quickly.�

She blinked, confused.�

�Avery, Mulciber,
Malfoy.� You may return to your
places.� Do not concern yourself that you
were unable to break the girl.� You are
among the most vicious, most highly skilled present.� I doubt that any here, with the exception of
myself obviously, could have succeeded where you failed.��

The healers working on her were
extraordinary, Hermione realised.� They
were so quick and used dozens of different countercurses
and healing spells without hesitation.�
She wondered whether St Mungo�s had any
healers as advanced as these.� It would
seem a Voldemort thing to do to poach the best healers from the country and set
them in his ranks.�

How many did he have?� Did these two join
of their own volition?�

They were already walking away and she flexed her arms experimentally.� She was clean and healthy.� A slight ache remained in her bones but she
supposed that there was a limit to what could be done without potions and Malfoy
had cruciated her after all, even if he wasn�t very good at it.��

-She could have sworn she heard a snigger coming from the direction of the Dark
Lord, but she looked up at him and his face was fixed, composed.�

�I am satisfied that you are not
weak, mudblood.� But can you serve me?�

Show me your loyalty. �Your
obedience.� Show me what I asked
of my servants, Avery, Mulciber and Malfoy.��

He drew a sigil
in the air with his wand and it glowed in flame before dissipating.� Three cracks sounded as forms apparated
in.�

It was a strange collection but the meaning was immediately obvious to
her.�

The first figure was her house elf
Dilly.� She stood, scuffing her feet in
her tea towel and brightened when she saw Hermione as if the sun had been
turned on inside her face.� �Missy!!� she
gushed.� She was silencioed
immediately.�

The next figure was Rodolphus.� He stood,
looking exactly as he had when she last saw him, his face dark, he did not look
at her at all.�

The last figure, struggling and
shouting silently against the unknown death eater who held his bound arms at
his back, was a red faced and bruised Ronald Weasley, dressed only in boxer
shorts.�

She gaped, taking a half step back when his eyes blinked in shock as he
obviously recognised her.�

His movements stilled, his gaze sweeping over her � she became acutely aware
that she was standing in the midst of death eaters wearing bloodstreaked
leather underwear.�

It was as if the context had slipped her mind until just that moment when Ron
looked at her and she was suddenly �mione�
again.� The girl
berating them over breakfast about their upcoming exams.� She felt..ashamed and
started to shake, wanting to wrap her arms around herself.�

Ron�s eyes were wandering over her
skin and emotions flashed over his face like stormclouds.�

Arousal, suspicion, disgust, hope, fear, lust, anger, back to
disgust.��

The cold reedy voice when it came
startled both of them.� �Let it never be
said that Lord Voldemort is not generous.�
I offer you, yet again mudblood, a choice! �You have only to select one of these offerings.�

�I have made it easy for you.� If you don�t feel quite..
up to.. relieving me of this red headed fool, you may eliminate one
of my death eaters, your future brothers, instead.� Rodolphus has
graciously offered himself up for the purpose.�

�Or if you are so ridiculously squeamish that taking the
life of a wizard is entirely beyond you, irrespective how much pain and
suffering he may be responsible for, I will allow you to work on the house elf
instead.� Surely that ought to be within your limited capabilities.��

A small rumble of uneasy laughter
echoed around the crowd.�

Hermione looked up at the Dark
Lord and scowled.� Damn him!!� He bloody knew that she could never hurt a
house elf.� Dilly had helped her.� Had probably been punished
terribly for it.� Dilly had at
least tried to save His life.� This was wrong.�

And yet was there any other choice but to kill Dilly, who would probably throw herself into death if she thought Hermione
wanted it.�

Killing Ron or... god.. killing
Rodolphus, in
order to Save Dilly?� ��

�I�ll make it easier for you to
choose, girl.� The Dark Lord smirked down at her.� He released the silencio
on the three.�

Dilly had already stopped trying
to speak when she had been silenced before and she didn�t start now.� She just smiled happily at Hermione and gave
a little wave.� Hermione�s heart
ached.�

Ron�s harsh voice dragged her attention
to him unwillingly.� �What the fuck is
going on, Mione?�� he said acidly.�

�What are you doing here.. dressed
in that getup?.. What is that fucking snake talking about?!�

Are you.. are you joining him?!� You can�t
be.. you�re a.. you�re..

Tell me you�re not!!� He�s just torturing
you.. fucking about with us
both for his own enjoyment.� ��

The Dark Lord sniggered
nastily.� �Oh I�m afraid not, blood
traitor!� Although I admit I am.. enjoying..
this greatly.� Hermione
Granger has begged me for the dark mark.�
She wishes to serve me.�

�Isn�t that right, my dear?�� Hermione flinched and looked down.�

She thought of Rodolphus
suddenly, screaming in pain from within a silver box and it pricked her to
comply. She looked up and schooled her face into blankness, hardening herself
for what she knew was just about to
happen. She managed to get the words out without even gritting her teeth�

�Yes, my Lord.� I want to be yours.� I have been blind for too long.� Please ...honour me with your mark!!��

Even though she was prepared she
still flinched slightly when Ron started screeching at her, cursing her and
calling her every name under the sun.�
She blinked and looked up at Voldemort.�

He was watching her face with obvious pleasure.�

�Well.. I
think we�ve heard Mr Weasley�s case for why you
should allow him to live, don�t you?�� He
flicked his wand, silencing Ron again, who continued to rant mutely, his face
almost purple in apoplectic rage.�

She turned back to Rodolphus and he raised his dark eyes to look at her.� She felt a flittery
hand clench on her stomach.� Rodolphus knew it too, his gaze travelled over her.�

�Even better than the lace� he
murmured softly.� She doubted that the
room caught it.�

He then turned his head to look
slowly at the red haired boy fighting ineffectually at his captor and turned
back to her, a small grin on his wicked..handsome.. face.�

�I wish I could join you for it. ..but I suppose it�s
only fair I have to watch you play
this time.��

Ron turned to him, his chin
dropping and turned back to her, his expression shifting from disgust and rage
to fear.�

He stopped struggling and stood looking at her, shaking his head urgently,
mouthing �No!� at her.�

She couldn�t quite prevent the tiny smile that snuck onto her face. Rodolphus� easy grinning wickedness was somehow so
different to that of the others.� She
knew it was almost certainly just the blood bond influencing her.�

Oh god.. the blood bond.. Another reason why she couldn�t possibly
pick him � and he knew it!� If she hurt
him, and killing him would almost certainly constitute hurting him, Severus had
said that it would affect her too.�

Rodolphus
nodded as if she had spoken aloud.� �You
remember what i said about choices, don�t you
mudblood��

She sighed and looked at him wearily, acceptance dawning on her face.�

�My Lord, I will take the blood
traitor� she said, her voice steeled against the trembling she felt
inside.��

�Excellent� the Dark Lord hissed.
�I had hoped you would not disappoint
me.��

He waved his hand and the elf popped away again.�

Rodolphus nodded at her again slowly, his eyes
heated, dancing over her body once more and then he too disapparated.
��

The death eater holding Ron pushed
him roughly forward, catching him by his arm before he could fall.� He dragged him into the centre of the pit and
silently cast a curse on his feet, rendering them immoveable.�

Ron had stopped fighting and was looking around himself desperately.� �Something clattered� and bounced to the ground at Hermione�s
feet.�

She looked and saw that it was a
silver dagger.� A
familiar silver dagger.�

�Your toy, my
dear.� I�m sure you will wish to
give us a show before you snuff him out.��

She bent and picked up the dagger,
hefting its weight thoughtfully. �It
hummed in her hand.. but not
as strongly as it had before.� She
assumed it preferred a powerful wielder and with her magic bound, she was just
a mudblood squib.��

Ron�s eyes were like saucers and
darted between her face and the knife, seemingly trying to make sense of this
new development.� He was mouthing
something.� Well..
he was probably yelling
it but silenced it looked the same.�

�hurry! Hurry!� he was mouthing.� She frowned.�

She stepped closer and whispered
to Ron while she held the knife up, as if explaining it.�

�look.. I�m sorry Ronald.� You don�t understand.� He doesn�t give choices.� You just end
up doing what he wants anyway.�

I have..I have to hurt you with this.� If I�d picked either of the others he would
have made me do this anyway somehow.�

Its always better to just do what he wants without a struggle because its the path of least suffering.�

Not just suffering for me.. suffering
for everyone.��

If I do this.. it will still
be better than if Malfoy does it.. or Avery.. or even Rodolphus.�� It will hurt.. but believe me when I say.. it
could be so much worse. �Malfoy would be
worse.��

She stepped back and quickly
sliced the knife down Ron�s chest.�

The boy flinched away, his mouth
drawn wide in a silent scream and he started to lose his balance, pinwheeling his arms as he fell.� She grabbed his hand as it whirled and
dragged him back upright.� He responded by
punching out toward her with his fists, trying to grab her.��

�No.. Ronald.�� She chided more loudly and slashed at his
flailing hands, spattering blood across the floor as he flung them around.�

He pulled them in protectively and looked at them, hurt, but there were of
course no marks.� Then he looked up at
her quizzically.�

Tentatively he extended a hand
palm up and she slowly sliced the knife across it, while he winced.� He watched as the cut closed itself and
looked back up at her startled.�

�You see now how it works?� she
murmured.�� He nodded unhappily.� He mouthed something complex at her but she
couldn�t make it out.� Something
about hurrying again.� She shook
her head uncomprehendingly and he blinked, his eyes filling with tears.��

Stepping close again, putting herself in reach of his arms she raised the knife
to his collarbone.

He took a deep breath and then lowered his hands to his sides resignedly.�

She smiled, relieved, and began to
slice into him - drawing red lines over his body. Wandering around him in a
circle, painting him in his own blood as it dripped down, creating patterns in
it.�

He didn�t fight her now.� He jerked away
a little from time to time and winced.�
Tears fell from his eyes silently but he didn�t sob or appear to cry
out.� He just.. took it.�

She was grateful.��

She reached down and started to cut
the boxer shorts off him and at that
he raised his hands defensively, catching her eye in fear.�

It seemed he was pleading with her when he shook his head, his eyes wide again.� �Please� his mouth formed the word over and
over again.� �Please mione��

She swallowed and continued to remove the shorts.� After a few seconds he dropped his hands
again and lowered his head, looking down at the ground, fat tears rolling down
his cheeks.�

She tossed the black fabric off to
the side and inspected Ron�s body.� They
had never gotten beyond a kiss or two in the snow before he had gone off with Lavender
who obviously gave him what she wasn�t ready to give.�

She had seen him shirtless before; when they were living in the tent Harry and Ron
would often lie about like that.�

But she had never seen him naked.� She looked him over with interest.�

He was smaller than Lucius.� About an inch probably.�
Although she supposed Ron was average.�
It would be unfair to compare anyone to the Dark Lord or Severus or Rodolphus.�

As if her gaze had stroked fingers over him his cock started to harden
slightly.� She looked up at Ron�s face,
startled and amused.�

He was blushing bright red.� His hands
were clenched in tight fists and he was shaking.�

She raised the knife and waved it
a bit, reminding him of what they were doing right now.�

He closed his eyes in shame and
wrapped his arms around himself, spreading his blood around in the
process.�

His cock was quite hard now and stood out from his body slightly.

She heard the Dark Lord laughing
and whirled to look up at him.� �Oh Hermione.. your torture just doesn�t seem
to provoke the requisite terror and suffering in men, does it?�� he seemed greatly
amused, his smile wide and indulgent. �even the blood
traitor.. who knows
you are going to kill him, wants you to cut him.. just
a little more..�

I wonder if he would beg for it, if I released his voice.� Shall we see?��

He pointed his wand at Ron and she
could hear him whimpering slightly now.�
His arms wrapped tightly around himself, head bowed, his cock like an iron
rod. �

�Ron?� she said softly.�� He looked up, still blushing red.� �m-mione..
I�m sorry.� I can�t help it.� I-I don�t know why I�m..I�m
��

he closed his eyes again and ducked his head, his hands coming up and covering
his face.��

Laughter echoed round the chamber
as the collected death eaters all obviously found this a fantastic comedy.�

Someone yelled out �cut im some more, mudblood!!� Ron
flinched and his cock twitched.�

She blinked, honestly surprised at
this development.� �Is that what you
want, Ron?�

She stepped closer, slicing the knife in a thin line under his nipple.� He gasped.�
She let the blade trail down the side of his ribs, barely breaking the
surface of his skin, down onto his hips.�

As she veered away from his groin onto the side of his thigh she thought she
heard him groan softly.�

�Tell me...� she pressed.� �You can say
it..� Tell me
what you need..�

Ron suddenly dropped to crouch on
his haunches, wrapping his arms around his knees and pressing his face down,
hiding.� �Please stop!� He moaned,
rocking on the balls of his feet slightly.�

�Oh now, that won�t do� the Dark
Lord chided and Hermione watched Ron pulled roughly upward, his arms stretched
up above his head.� His cock had deflated
slightly.�

�Proceed� the cold sillibant
voice hissed from behind her.�

Unable to cover his face now, Ron stared at her with wide eyes.� �Please mione.. please don�t.�� His eyes took on a crazed gleam� �Harry will save us!� Harry will come for us!! I know it.� He said he would always always
come for us.� You don�t need to do
this.� We can hold on!� He�ll come!��

Hermione felt something inside her
crack.� Perhaps the
last of her childhood.� �Ron.� Harry�s dead.�
He isn�t ever coming back.� I�m
sorry.��

Ron was shaking his head frantically.� �He�s
not! He�s not!� I know he�s alive!��

Hermione felt a rush of irritation
and impatience now.� It was better when Ron
was silent.� It had been almost fun for a
minute there.�� She lashed out and sliced
the knife across Ron�s abdomen quite deeply.�
He yelped loudly and started to cry again.�

�Just stop, Ron.� Accept it.�
And accept this.� It�s not going
to stop until the Dark Lord has grown tired of you.�

Do you want him to get bored?�

I�m sure you�re not so dense that you don�t know what happens when he has had
enough of this little game?��

Ron shook his head mutely while he
cried.�

She tilted her head, looking at him.�

�Will you..
will you do it..shallow.. like before?� All over?..� Will you...touch
me..?� He pled in a whimper.�

Hermione turned and looked up at the
Dark Lord questioningly.�� He seemed to
consider for a long moment, his eyes sweeping over the ranks of the death
eaters.� �Who is for letting the red
headed blood traitor have his wish?�� He
questioned.� A large chorus of aye�s rang out.�

�And who would rather watch the mudblood gut him with a real knife?� he
grinned.�

A much louder collection of AYE�s
echoed through the chamber.�

The Dark Lord smiled down at them
both.�� Alas.. Democracy in action,
blood traitor!��

He summoned an object from behind
him and tossed it down to clatter on the stones heavily.�

It was another knife, but a very different knife.� If the silver dagger was a rapier, this was a
meat cleaver.�

It could have come from any butchery across the country, its black handle
shaped to fit the hand.� The blade was
long, thick and glinted sharply at its edge.�
It was a knife for cutting meat.�
No finesse required.��

She looked down at it and
gulped.��

Instead of putting down her silver
dagger she reached over her shoulder and tucked it between her shoulderblades into the back of her bra.� She didn�t want to lose it again.� A murmur of approval hushed through the
room.�

She bent slowly and picked up the
knife, looking up at the Dark Lord as she rose.�
He was smiling maliciously�

�Show me your loyalty, Hermione!�
he said quite softly.�� She felt her
heart sink and turned to look at Ron pinioned helplessly, his eyes so wide she
could see the whites all around the blue irises.�

He shook his head slowly, almost in disbelief.�
He didn�t say anything though, just watched her as she came closer.�

When she was a bare arms length away she stopped and raised the knife, trying
to stop her hand from shaking.�

�I-I�m sorry Ron..�
she whispered.�

The pop of apparition only
centimetres away from her on her left side startled her.� An unknown masked wizard stood there and she
was so surprised she just blinked at him stupidly as he reached out and shoved
his fingers down the front of one of the cups of her bra and then removed them
again.�

She was about to react,
irrationally enough,�
and hit him for groping her when the pull of a portkey gripped her intestines and jerked her away.

She reeled, falling to her knees
and gagging in nausea.�

Clearly she had travelled a long way then.�

Ugh.. she felt like she had been punched in the stomach.� A familiar sound indicated another portkey and a body landed heavily on the floor behind
her.� She heard spitting and then
vomiting as a third crash cast another body down, but this one landed on its
feet it seemed.�

She looked around and stared
blearily, uncomprehending, at Draco slapping Ron on the back, who was on his
knees on the dusty wooden floor retching the contents of his stomach out.�

�Fuck, Malfoy..
did you have to put it in my bloody mouth?! He spat.� Draco smirked arrogantly.�

�I couldn�t reach your hand Weasley.� There were two orifices available.� I thought you�d prefer this one. �

Hermione gaped.� Draco looked up at her, his eyes narrowed ��Merlin�s
maggot infested balls, Granger, what the hell happened to you there?� What
in Hades was that?!� You were there.. what.. a month and a half? ��

I know my father is a sadistic bastard � he told me all about you.. but fuck!� How did you become... this?!�
You were looking at the snake faced rat like you wanted to carry his
bloody lizard eggs.��

Ron just sat on the floor and
looked at her, shaking, his eyes still wide.�
There was a faint buzzing sound from Draco.�

He stiffened.� �Damn.� Not far enough.� Take these.�
He reached into his pocket and drew out three coloured marbles.�

He dropped one in front of Ron, who snatched at it as if it were water in the
desert.�

Hermione looked up at him as Draco
stomped over to her, offering her the blue marble.� �Take it!�
I want to see you go before I use mine.�
For some reason I don�t trust you to use it.�� You look like you might just hang about here
and wait for them to come find you.�� He
shook his head wonderingly again.�

Hermione had been thinking of
doing just that.�

It was good that Ron had escaped but the best thing she could do for him would
be to get very far away from him so that the Dark Lord wouldn�t take him back
when he eventually found her.��

She knew though that if she didn�t take the marble, Draco would just stun her
and put it in her clothing again and it was better to be awake right now.

She took the marble from Draco and
when he mumbled an activating charm she was tugged away again.��

They portkeyed
four more times after that, not even waiting to see if the device Draco had
would buzz.�

They only stopped because all
three of them were vomiting on the floor after the last jump.�� Hermione rolled away from her own stomach
acid and lay on her back, staring up at a wooden ceiling with thick black stained
beams.��

�Where are we?� she muttered,
exhausted.

�That�s need-to-know,
Granger.� And you don�t.� Draco responded
petulantly.� He sat up and pulled a
device out of his pocket.��

He stared at it suspiciously and then turned to look at her paranoia written on
his face.� �What�s that necklace you�re
wearing?� Some kind of
tracker?� How do they keep finding
us?��

She shrugged.� �I don�t think so.� It just blocks my magic.� He�s probably using Rodolphus
somehow.��

This information caused the two
boys to look at each other in confusion.�

Ron didn�t seem to be able to talk to her at all, he
just turned his eyes away uncomfortably.�

�I heard that the dungeon master
had done something with you to piss the Dark Lord off.� Why would he be able to find you?� And why did the Dark Lord go to the trouble
to make you a squib � why would he do that and then want to initiate you?�

Or did you really beg for it?� What is going on Granger?��

Hermione looked at them both
unhappily.� �It doesn�t matter.� None of it matters, really.� But he�s going to keep coming.� He isn�t going to stop.� Ever.� Trust me.�
He will follow us to the ends of the earth at this point � and you
probably really ticked him off by
ruining his fun and showing him up in front of his Death Eaters.�

If you both just leave me here.. if
you keep running and you hide well.. maybe I can
persuade him to ..��

She sighed.� �No probably not I guess.� Why couldn�t you have just grabbed Ron and
run?! You don�t know what a world of bloody pain you�ve brought upon the both
of you by taking me. ��

Draco gaped.� �What the blazes are you talking about?!� The only
reason Ron let himself get captured in the first place was in the hopes of
getting the Dark Lord to bring you out where we could reach you.��

The device in front of him suddenly
buzzed loudly.� �Fuck!..
I�m running out of portkeys here.� We can only jump three more times and then it�s
down to apparition and if you can�t apparate, Granger.. I�m not sure how far we�re going to get.��

He dragged himself to his feet and
stalked over to Hermione, fumbling through his pocket and pulling out a
paperclip.�

He pressed it into her hand and muttered the charm.� She let herself go limp, uncaring where she
might land.�

When Draco and Ron had arrived Draco didn�t waste any time looking at the
device he had, instead he pulled out a galleon and pressed his wand to it.�

Hermione perked up and looked at
him with interest. �Whose is that?�� she asked curiously.�

�the Edgecomb bint� Draco ground out through gritted teeth.�

After a few minutes in which Draco
paced anxiously and Ron stared into the distance, avoiding looking at either of
them, Draco reacted and looked at the galleon in his hand. �We�re going home�
he announced grimly.�

Ron looked around hopefully.�

Hermione wondered where home was.� Almost certainly not Malfoy
manor or the Burrow.� The Burrow
had been destroyed over a year ago now.��

Draco dug around in his pockets
just as the device in his pocket started to buzz again, and pulled out a cork
with three pins stuck in it.� He walked over
to Hermione and when she reached out for the portkey
he jammed it into the fleshy part of her palm.�

She pulled her hand back reflexively and looked up at him in shock.� �Wait for it� he grumbled.�

The pin in her palm suddenly grew
hot and she felt the clenching pull of the portkey
but it was different somehow.� It felt
like being wrapped in some kind of thick insulating gel.� She couldn�t move.�

When she landed, hard, on the grass outside a house, she felt dizzy and the
world continued to spin even though she had stopped moving.�

�Ugh..� Draco
groaned from somewhere on her left.�

�I really... really.. hate that� she heard Ron say and
felt a smile break out on her face.� He
sounded so.. Ron.�

She opened her eyes again and
looked up.� The sky was blue and small
clouds floated over head.� She could
smell freshly mown grass.� There were
birds.. somewhere.. over there..� It was
like heaven.�

Her view of the sky was suddenly
interrupted by a head with messy black hair and glasses.� She blinked.

�Harry??!�� She whispered, stunned.� �You�re dead!�
Am I dead too?� Is that why it�s
so nice here?��

A sickening sense of unreality had descended over her.� She wondered whether the pin Draco had given
her was poisoned.� Perhaps she was dying
on the bare slats vomiting and talking in her delirium.�

Harry looked serious.�

�Mione.. I�m sorry.�
I need to talk to Ron and Draco.�
Don�t worry.� You�re safe
here.� You just have to sleep for a
little while.��

She startled as Harry raised his
wand against her and a red flash made everything fade away.

�

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