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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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�Rodolphus!�
she thought, urgently. �I have to sleep
and hopefully I can find him again.�

She threw herself back onto the
bed and scratched at her wrist absently.�

The mark felt annoying. Like a constant low level thrum under her skin. She
would have to commiserate with Severus and Rodolphus
when she saw them.�

She frowned unhappily.

When she saw them � IF she ever saw them again was closer to
the truth.�

Harry meant what he said.� He really wouldn�t
let her go.� Unlike the Dark Lord, he
didn�t want her for her ability, he didn�t need her at all, really � which he
made obvious by saying she didn�t need her magic with him.�

God.. what happened to him!?�
Harry was a monster!� How did he
get this powerful?!�

And the way he acted.. it was really like he had taken
some kind of night classes with Lord Voldemort on how to be a ruthless despot.�

She had to sleep!� She needed to find Rodolphus
and tell him what had happened.� The Dark
Lord needed to know that Harry was really strong now.�

She closed her eyes and tried to relax.� It
didn�t do much good.� The room was
brightly lit, though there appeared to be no light source.�

She turned on her stomach and wrapped her head in her hands, trying to force
herself to sleep.

Tossing and turning frustratedly she jerked as if burned when she heard the
door opening, and turned, wide eyed, fearing Harry had come back.�

It was Draco.�

He held a tray balanced on one
hand.

She watched him blankly, that momentary flare of terror slowly seeping away
again.�

�Yeah yeah..
reduced to a house elf, I know� Draco joked uneasily
closing the door after him.�� Hermione
stared at him. �

He walked gingerly over to the bed and placed the tray on the bed and then
hovered uncertainly.� She could see mixed
emotions flickering over his face.� Fear
but also ..concern.. and
guilt?�

�Are you..ok,
Granger?� he asked finally.�

She looked down at her wrist and
turned it over to display the mark.�

Draco grabbed her hand and ripped it closer, looking at the black tattoo in
disbelief.� �His brow furrowed in confusion and then
cleared in dismayed realisation.

�Potter did this?� he choked.�

�Yeah� Hermione said
tonelessly.� �He... insisted.�

Draco looked at her as if he wanted to deny the existence of the black mark on
her wrist.�

�He.. wouldn�t do that.. he couldn�t do it anyway.� he muttered,
floundering somewhat.�

She looked up at him with a bitter
expression on her face.�

�Well I have no magic right now and I�m
sure you�re not suggesting the Dark Lord popped out from under the bed and
marked me with a flaming phoenix just for shits and giggles!�

Don�t you see how similarly they
behave?� Don�t you even look at him..them.. either
of them?��

Draco stepped away from her.� �Shut up!�
Shut UP granger!� Look.. he doesn�t crucio
me when he is in a mood because his morning paper
has a stupid crease or the house elf brought his tea at the wrong damn
temperature.�

Harry just lets me in peace.� I don�t
have to torture or rape anyone.� I don�t
have to see my father.. or any
of the things he does.� Harry is fine!

You�re making it up or you�re confused or both.�
You�ve been traumatised from being in that place, being around Him.�
Harry is good.� He�ll protect
you.� He�ll protect us all.��

Draco whirled around and made for
the door.�

�Draco!!� Hermione called out urgently.� �Please.. wait.. please?!��

Draco stopped with his hand on the
door handle, obviously very reluctantly.�

�I�m sorry!� Please.. don�t leave me!� Just..just for a while � stay with me?� Just while I eat?� Please, Draco!!��

The blonde ducked his shoulders
and hesitated for a long moment before finally turning back to her,
unwillingness written all over his face. �

�Fine� he ground out �Hurry up and
eat, I have things to do.��

Hermione looked at him sadly.� Draco
might be the closest thing she had to a sane confidant here now that Harry was
a psychopath and Ron was terrified of her and everyone else didn�t trust her as
far as they could throw her.�

She moved back on the bed, dragging the tray after her in order to make room
for Draco to sit down.�

He hovered uncertainly for a
minute before perching on the very end of the bed, as if he might need to leap
up at a moment�s notice.�

�I�m not going to do anything, you
know� she informed him.�

He looked at her like as if she were an idiot.�
�You think I�m going to believe anything you say mudblood?!�

She startled at that word coming
out of his mouth here and lowered her eyes almost automatically.�

Glancing at the food he had brought she realised she wasn�t going to touch any
of it..�

Soup.� Well she
wasn�t eating that � too easy to poison.�

A piece of bread.�
She lifted the tray and sniffed at it.�
Veritaserum had no scent but this bread smelled faintly of caramel.� A potion against sleep
maybe?��

An apple.� Impossible to check. There was no knife to cut it open and
look for browning.�

A bottle of water lay sealed at the side of the tray.� She wished she were less paranoid and could
prevent herself thinking of how easy it was to repair a seal using magic.� She was thirsty.�

Draco watched her and looked
almost amused.�

�I guess I just have no appetite.�� Hermione said tiredly.� �In fact I couldn�t manage a single bite of
any of this.�� She leaned back against
the wall unhappily.� �I�m not thirsty
either� she muttered.� Draco reached for
the tray.

�Stay with me a
little while anyway, Draco?� I.. I�m just a bit.. a bit.. uncomfortable.. being by myself in
here at the moment.�� She looked at him
pleadingly, willing him to understand.�

Draco sneered.� �Well this is an interesting day. The
mudblood Granger begging me to protect her from saint Potter.�

I wish there were someone I could tell about this.��

She cast her eyes down again.��

�Granger..�
Draco seemed hesitant.� �Look.. you�ll be alright.� At least it�s better than the Dark Lord.��

She blinked slowly, thinking on
this.� After a moment she nodded hollowly,
but her mouth apparently didn�t want to comply.�

�..Actually..
he wasn�t that bad to me.��

Draco looked at her sceptically.� �Stockholm, Granger?��

Hermione shook her head.� �I didn�t say he was a nice person.. but he didn�t ..force himself on me.��

The silence was heavy and Draco looked away uncomfortably.�

Hermione continued after a while�

�He cruciated me once, for about two seconds.�
It sounds ridiculous but..I think... I think he
was jealous.� Afterward he made me
apologise for.. for the thing
that had apparently made him jealous.�
Then he put me in his bed and made me sleep and called Severus to heal
me.��

Draco gaped at her.�

�Can I see your mark?� she asked
quietly.� �compare
it to mine?� The blond boy�s countenance darkened dramatically.

�What good will
that do?!��

She shrugged.� �None.� I was just curious.� Nevermind.��

She turned her eyes away and looked at the other wall.�

�You�re..
you�re just adjusting, Granger.� That�s all.�
You�ve forgotten what Potter�s like and after everything in the Dark
Lord�s compound you�ve got your head all turned around and you�re not thinking
straight.��

Hermione just looked at him.

�You�ll be..fine�
Draco finished unconvincingly.�

Hermione responded mildly..� �I know exactly
what Harry was like, Draco.� He was the sweetest, most wonderful boy I
ever met.�� I�m sure you�re right.� I�ll learn to adapt to the Dark Lord Potter in time.�
Learn how he likes the swish and flick when he�s forcing me to go down
on him.� Learn what positions he prefers
when he�s raping me.�

Perhaps I can manage to persuade myself in time that I love him for it.�

Incidentally..Did you know that this mark cruciates me if i think of harming him?�

Harry could give Voldemort pointers.�

She banged her head against the
wall behind her lightly, closing her eyes.�
Draco said nothing.�

After a while Hermione opened her
eyes.� Draco was hovering on the edge of
the bed visibly conflicted. She sighed.

�its ok.� You
don�t have to stay.� Thanks for bringing
me this meal.� Please apologise to
whoever made it for my lack of appetite.�
I�m sorry I upset you.� I.. needed to say it to someone.� Forget it, please.� There�s nothing you can do anyway.�

I really recommend you don�t try.��

I don�t think this Harry is the type
to tolerate dissent in the ranks.��

Draco stood stiffly and picked up
the tray, then turned and marched to the door without looking back and let
himself out.�

Hermione lay back on the bed,
swallowing against her dry throat.��

She closed her eyes and tried to
sleep again. ��Lying very still and thinking
of nothing was almost impossible after the events of the last days.� Nevertheless, after a long time she felt
herself dozing off.

She stood in the dark again and looked
around urgently.�

�Rodolphus!! Where are you!��

The man melted into being next to
her.� �Here pet.� Calm down!�
What�s wrong?��

She flung herself at him, gripping him with arms and legs and clinging desperately,
sobbing.�

�Its.. its Harry.. he�s changed.� He�s ��
��

The texture of the space changed
suddenly.� Hermione felt it shift.. The shape of the man she was curled around had
altered.� She lifted her head and looked
up into Harry�s emerald eyes.�

She froze, too terrified to speak or try to get
away.�

�Mione..
I cant leave you alone for half an hour
without you running off to another man. What am I going to do with you?!��

Hermione uncurled her legs from
around Harry�s hips and tried to push away from him but he held her in the
circle of his arms�

�Stop it� he said and shook her.� She
stilled immediately.�

�What did you do?� Where is he?� she asked, afraid of the
answer.�

Harry smiled wanly.�

�He�s still here.� He�s in a different
space to us, wondering what happened to you.�
I�m going to go and talk to him now.�

I have to arrange for him to come to my base somehow, don�t I.��

Harry released her now and she
leapt back from him, backing away further, trying to get to a distance she
could feel safe at.�

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned and Harry stood there.�

�You should know better, Mione.� We�re in your mind.� There is no real space
here.�

Wait right there, I�ll come and get you when I�m done talking to him.�� Harry shimmered out of focus and was gone.��

She stood alone in the absolute
black, trying to wake herself up and failing.�
After an interminably long time Harry returned and he looked angry.�

�Looks like he doesn�t care about you after all.� He refused to come here.� He threatened to let you die if I didn�t
return you to the Dark Lord.��

Hermione brightened.�

Harry rolled his eyes at her.� �Really?� Really, Mione?� You�re seriously expecting me to just let you
return to the man who has wanted to kill me since before I was born and who
happens to be the only person in the world for whom you constitute a magical
Doomsday weapon?� You�re trying to make
me angry with you..here??!..��
he sounded incredulous.�

A moment later he had grabbed her
hand and then she felt herself falling, the ground dropping out from under her
and she looked up and Harry was silhouetted against a blue sky, sitting on a
broom and leaning down, gripping her hand tightly as she swung freely. ��

She screamed and looked down.� The ground
was impossibly far away.� She hung over
Hogwarts quiddich pitch.� It was a tiny
oval below her, the stands empty and field deserted.�

She reached up with her other hand and gripped onto Harry�s hand with it too.�

�Please!!� Please Harry.. I�m
sorry. �Please dont!� Dont let me
fall!!!��

she felt
her palms sweating in panic and she was starting to lose grip on Harry�s
hand.� She clutched tighter, desperately
trying to hold on.�

Harry was leaning down over the
shaft of the broom, holding on with one hand and placidly watching her struggle
and flail in the air as she fought to keep grip on his other hand.

�I�m SLIPPING!!� she screamed at him.� �HELP!! Save me Harry!�
I�m so sorry!!� I won�t do it
again! PLEASE!!��

He smiled and her fingers slipped off his hand.�
She screamed at the top of her lungs as she fell away from him..

he hovered there, watching her fall.��

She felt his hand on her shoulder
and turned to find herself standing in the absolute black space with him,
panting and hoarse, her face streaked with tears.�

Her heart was threatening to explode out of her chest.�� She collapsed to her knees before him
sobbing and he stood looking down on her with visible satisfaction.� �You see what a bad idea it is to piss me off
here?� he snorted.

�Like to try for boiling in oil?� Eaten from the inside out by rats?� Dudley had a book on medieval execution
methods when I was little.�

Let�s see.. what else was
there.. - The brazen bull � that�s essentially roasting in an oven.� Hanging, drawing and quartering was
popular.� I was a bit bothered by sawing.��

Hermione fell forward
retching.�

This couldn�t be real.� Harry wouldn�t
say these things.� What had happened to
him in the course of the last month?!.�

�On the other hand..� Harry was saying, in an amused tone of voice �we could use this..space..
other
ways.�

She blinked and found herself lying down on top of Harry who was reclining
against silk pillows.� They were lying in
an ornate wooden gondola on a river.� The
water around them was glassy and serene.�
Everything was tinted in orange hues and deep purples.� The banks were edged in reeds and it felt
private and peaceful.� In the distance
the sun was setting.�

She looked back at Harry.� He smiled up at her, wrapping his arms around
her lower back loosely.�

�Is this better? � he asked quietly.� She nodded mutely and lowered her head to his
chest.�

It was better.� It was much, much, better when Harry wasn�t
angry with her.� She felt his hand
stroking her hair gently.

�Thinking about you with other men
makes me angry� he said absently.�

She nodded against his chest.� She didn�t want to say anything and
accidentally bring unendurable suffering upon herself.�

Harry snorted, amused.� She felt his
chest puff with it for a second.�

�I don�t want you to be a puppet�
he clarified.� �I just want you to love
me and be devoted only to me.� If I know that I don�t have to worry about
you trying to run off and help Voldemort destroy the world then I won�t need to
watch you or punish you.��

He cupped her head in his hand, stroking it with his fingertips.�

She put her arms around him and
tried to relax.� Tried
to let go of the terrified tension in her spine.�

�Thats
better, Mione� Harry sighed.�

Hermione tried to empty her
thoughts.. but she couldn�t
even begin to understand how that was achieved.�
She found herself musing on selfishness.�
The Dark Lord had hurt everyone.. EVERYONE.. except her � at least not personally.� Arguably he�d hurt her quite a lot through others.�

Harry apparently only hurt her and
protected everyone else.� It was
indisputably the height of selfishness to damn the entire world just because
she felt safer around the psychopath who didn�t hurt her personally.�

�I told you to stop thinking about
him�� Harry said
peevishly.� �and
stop thinking of me as a psychopath. �I
haven�t hurt you.� One slap in the face
to wake you up from a threatened nervous breakdown is not abuse.�

I didnt cruciate you either
� the defence is inbuilt in the mark so in a sense, you cruciated
yourself.��

He paused for a long minute or
two.� She said nothing.�

He spoke again, his voice annoyed� �So I touched
you a little.� It�s not like you tried
very hard to stop me.� I didn�t rape you
or anything.�� He shifted irritably on
the pillows.�

She kept her head lowered and
tried not to think anything that
might cause him to punish her.� She let
her mind wander back to twinkle, twinkle, little
star.�

She noticed after a while that the scene had darkened� and some stars were appearing.�

Harry still seemed to be pensive.� He
spoke suddenly and sounded hard and cold again.�

�I shouldn�t have to rape you.� You�re mine.� You should want me to touch you.. I can make you feel
so good.. you have no
idea.� Once you�ve felt it, you�ll stop
thinking about him.� The
vampire too.� You�ll only want me!�

Come on.. let�s get out of
here.� I�ll take you to where you�ll be
living from now on.��

She felt a strange sense of
disorientation as her awareness shifted from lying on her front on top of Harry,
to lying on her back on the bed with Harry�s hand on her forehead. �

He was sitting on the side of the bed next to her.

�Don�t go to sleep without me again� he said shortly.�

She shook her head �No.� I won�t.�
Sorry, Harry.��

He smiled approvingly.�

She thought of twinkle twinkle little star before the
thought of how much he looked like the Dark Lord when he smiled like that could
slide across her mind.�

�That nursery rhyme is annoying�
he complained.� � and
it kind of makes me feel a bit of a pedo.� if you really have to avoid thinking something you
know is going to annoy me cant you pick a pop song or something?��

�I�ll try, Harry� she said
earnestly.�

He smiled that bright young-Harry smile
and stood up, offering his hand to her to help her up off the bed. ��She took it and let him help her.�

He didn�t let go of her hand again as he walked her to the door.�

Just as his hand touched the
handle, he paused

�...Don�t do anything daft out there, Mione, ok?� The entire estate is warded from the in and
outside.� There�s no way out unless I key
the ward to you�� He
smiled again suddenly.� �Not that you can
apparate anyway I suppose.�

.. but try not to make the others even more worried
about you being here.� Don�t tell them
anything at all is best.��

Hermione nodded solemnly.�

Harry pressed the handle down and
opened the door.

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