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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79307 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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She woke to pain.�

Harry had used a lubricating charm of some kind and was just pushing inside her
brused pussy.�
She lay on her back and her knees were spread wide.� She gasped and, half awake, tried to
fight.� He grabbed her wrists and pressed
them down to the bed next to her head, putting his weight on them as he slid
home, groaning in relief.� He started
pumping immediately and it hurt.� It hurt more than it had the previous
night.� She lay, un-reactive and hoped
he�d finish soon.�

When he did, it was with an animal grunt of enjoyment.� He pulled out immediately and she felt trails
of cum drip down onto her inner thighs.�
Only then did he look up into her shell-shocked face.�

There was not a trace of remorse on his pale familiar features.� He grinned wickedly.

�You looked so beautiful that I
had to have you again.�� He flicked his
fingers and she felt a scourgifying charm ripple over her, cleaning her inside
and out.� �I�ll get you a potion for last
night, ok?� I mean..
I want to have kids with you Mione but not just yet.� I want to enjoy you for a while first��

Hermione felt cold. �Children?! �Enjoy her?!�

It was like a puzzle her mind just couldn�t seem to get itself around � how was
this..this..monster.. Harry?�

Had Ginny been keeping it all inside?�
Was he different with her?� Was
this all just normal?�

Harry had rolled out of bed and
walked through a door she assumed was the bathroom.� Shortly thereafter she heard the sound of a
shower.�

She thought about trying to run while he was gone but she was positive the
doors would not open for her.� This was
her world now.� These
rooms.�

He had as much as said that he wasn�t
going to let anyone in and that implied that she would not be going out
either.�

She was just a doll that he could come back to whenever he felt like and fuck
or torment.��

The shower was still running so
she allowed herself for a moment to think about Tom.� He was supposed to be the most evil person in
the world but he hadn�t treated her like this.�
Harry and Lucius would probably get along
famously.�� She wished she could go back
to the morning in bed with Tom and Severus.�
Either of them, really.� It suddenly felt like they were the best
moments in her life and they hadn�t lasted long enough.�

The second time she should have known better; - shouldn�t have let Tom
leave.� She should have teamed up with Severus
and pulled him back into bed and forced him to snuggle down and let them both
adore him longer.�

She recreated the moment in her mind when she had first woken up curled between
them both.� It was
..perfect..

Tom had looked like Voldemort and Severus had looked like professor Snape and
it was nevertheless exactly right.

She tried to remind herself of how Tom had scared her with his anger but all
she could think of was how insecure he�d been and how when he learned about Rodolphus he hadn�t punished her, he�d just held her and
told her she loved him best of all.�

Thinking of him made her heart hurt.�

She suddenly realised she couldn�t hear the shower.�

She looked up and Harry was
standing dripping by the side of the bed with a black towel wrapped around his
hips and a face like thunder.� He
glowered at her and raised his hand..

he seemed to falter for a second and it dropped but
then he raised it again and whispered� crucio.�

He held it for a long time.� He held it
until she started screaming and sobbing.��

By the time she had recovered
enough to look around, he was gone.�
Everything was quiet.�

She lay perfectly still for a long
time, straining to hear the faintest sound.�
After perhaps a half hour she tried to move and cried out pitifully at
the horrible twanging and jangling of her nerves and muscles.��

In agony she dragged herself up and� onto her feet.� The pain was exponentially worse when she was
standing.�

She had massive sympathy for professor Snape suddenly.� Imagine having to teach like this!� Voldemort had told her that the time when she
had first healed him, he�d been so hurt he had crawled the entire way from the
forbidden forest to the castle and couldn�t think straight to open the passage
to the dungeons.�

Thinking of Hogwarts was bad
though.� It just reminded her of all the
things that were forever gone.�

Of a time when things had been clearer.�

She began to trudge to the
bathroom and relieved her bladder.� At
least she hadn�t peed all over Harry�s bed when he cruciated her.� God only knows what he would have done to her
if she had.� Some base instinct for self
preservation must have forced those muscles to hold. Or perhaps he�d just
prevented her from losing control of her bladder.�

She wouldn�t put it past him to think of that.�

How many times had Harry used that
unforgiveable?� He hadn�t had any problem
with it. ��

She limped and ached her way to
the shower and turned it up as hot as she could stand.��

She had to stop thinking about Tom and Severus and Rodolphus
and life before.�

Harry had warned her and now it seemed he was through with warnings and would
just punish her every time she did.�

She could avoid all this.� Life could be..could be..� tolerable?� Existence
could be..tolerable.. if she
just did exactly what Harry wanted all the time.�� She should try to learn his moods and
anticipate what he wanted from her.��

She thought again about how much
he�d changed.� He�d disagreed but she
wasn�t sure he really believed that himself.

Perhaps he realised he�d changed
but liked how he felt now... � liked what he could do... and didn�t really care to wonder how it had come about.�

After she had dried herself she
couldn�t find any of her clothes, and didn�t want to upset Harry any more by
just presuming to wear any of his. �She
decided to just stay in the towel.�

She wanted to leave the
bedroom.�

She wanted to leave his chambers
but she contented herself with dragging herself with difficulty into the
library, where she curled up in the wingback chair and stared emptily at a book
on runic magic for hours without reading it.�

She knew it was hours because the light on the floor of the sitting room from
the window had turned orangey and then bluish the few times she looked up.�

She wasn�t..
thinking.. exactly.� It was like a kind of meditation.�

She thought it might be a little similar to what she did in the cell in Voldemort�s
compound.� She just went inside for a
while.� Closed up shop and let her outer
processes run themselves.�

Eyes blinked.� Heart beat, lungs filled
and emptied.� Blood circulated to her
extremities.� All quite
automatic.�

She just wasn�t really there.� But she
kept a feeler out somehow.� Like a motion
detector.�

If Harry came and found her like
this he would be angry.�

She would come back when Harry
returned and do whatever he wanted until he let her sleep.�

The slam of the door brought her
back completely and she felt a sickening flood of adrenalin wash through
her.�

Harry was back.�

She saw him then.� His
dark silhouette in the marginally lighter darkness of the library door.�

The room was dark and cold.� The fire hadn�t
been lit.� Was she supposed to light the
fire?� Would he be angry?�

She could just make out his hand wave in the air and the lights flicked
on.� He flung a hand absently in the
direction of the fire and it burst into life in an orange fireball.�

Frowning, he walked over to her slowly.�

�Why are you sitting in the dark,
baby?� he asked gently, sounding concerned.�

�The house is wired for electricity, you only had to
flick the switch.� You know that.��

She looked up at him.� �I�m sorry Harry, I didn�t think of it.� I don�t mind the dark.��

�Please please please dont hurt me�, she thought.�
�Have to remember to turn on all the lights tomorrow.� Maybe there�s matches
to light the fire.��

Harry�s face broke into a
smile.� �it�s
ok, Mione.� I�m sorry I...cursed you.. this morning.. I was hurt when
you thought about him.� I won�t do it
again��

She looked at him guardedly, not
believing a word of it.�

He reached into his pocket and pulled out two phials.� One was a milky white substance and the other
an all too familiar purple potion bottle.�

�You got these from Draco� she
said dully.� Harry nodded.�

�Snape may be the biggest git ever,
but he knows his potions and he�d never deliberately harm his godson.��

Hermione nodded and took both, swallowing the potions without hesitation.� The ache in her body subsided to a tolerable
level. ��

Harry went on

�The birth control potion is good for six months and it works the morning
after.� I made sure.�� He looked at her as if he was expecting
praise.�

�Thanks Harry.� She said, trying to
sound enthusiastic.� She wanted to say
something else complimentary but she just couldn�t think of a believable way to
phrase it.�

�So what have you been reading?�
he asked suddenly.�

She lifted up the book so he could see the spine.� She had read this book before in her third
year so she wasn�t worried about being quizzed on its contents.� He did ask her a couple of questions about it
and she answered without hesitation, confident she was correct.� Harry seemed relieved.��

He sat down a bit precariously on
the arm of the chair and was wearing his dithering over important but unwelcome
information face.� It was one of the
�old-Harry� faces.� She waited
patiently.� Eventually he spoke.�

�Look.. there�s a meeting tonight with some of the order and they
want me to bring you so you can talk to everyone.��

He paused and scrutinized her.� �I don�t
want to take you though.� And I don�t
want you to talk to them about anything at all.��

She quite understood why he might feel that way, he was after all keeping her
prisoner in his chambers and.. and
other things.��

Harry frowned at her but didn�t call her on it.�

�But if i
don�t take you, then it�s going to be ridiculous with them.� They�ll keep bugging us till they get to the
bottom of everything��

Hermione tried to stamp at the
miniscule nanoparticle sized flicker of hope that
ignited inside her.� It was cruel to
hope.� �Stupid stupid stupid.�� She
beat herself up internally.�

�So.. so
I have to take you, Mione.� And I�m going to have to put you under the imperius so that I can field their questions.� You�re not stable enough at the moment to
carry it off.� Don�t worry � if you just
let go, I�ll handle everything.� They�ll
never even notice.� And then we can come
home and relax.��

She felt another small part of herself
die, deep down inside but nodded stonily.�

�ok.� Do it Harry.� Do whatever you have to do.�� Her voice sounded old and bitter.� Harry frowned again at her warningly.�

He looked at her and intoned �Imperio!��

Immediately it felt like the world was infinitely improved.� Everything was just fine.� Everything was
wonderful in fact.�

It was like riding in a magnificent carriage.. watching a film of events.�
She was a passenger in her own head.�

It was like..

but the memory slipped away easily.�

Harry was leading her wordlessly to the door and then he turned and looked at
her as if for the first time and shook his head at himself.

Without even dropping the imperius he
transfigured her towel into a white babydoll dress
that fell to mid thigh.� He looked at her
face critically and then cast a glamour over her eyes.�

Lifting her arm he rubbed over her mark with his thumb and it seemed to sink
into her skin and fade away.�

He turned again, apparently
content and led them both out of the chambers.��

She could feel sensations in a
very strange objective kind of way.� The
carpets against her bare feet were interesting.�
Harry had not put any underwear on her either and it felt.. drafty.��

They walked silently through corridors and down cold stone stairs till they
came to a room somewhere in the back of the house.�

Harry knocked on the door and then
opened it, poking his head through the gap and peering around in a manner that
was very Harry-like.��

He opened the door wide and she could see the room was full of chairs and
couches and lots of people.�

Some she recognised, most she didn�t.�

All the Weasleys were there except Percy and Fred.� George stood rather uncomfortably next to Bill
near the back of the room.�

She looked around, almost
expecting to see Professor McGonagall, but it seemed the Dark Lord might not
have lied about her passing.��

Harry led them both in to the
centre of the room where a roundish area was free. The couches and chairs were
all arranged around it.�

She had a faint memory of death eaters but the memory was sublimated almost
immediately.��

Harry was talking to
everyone.� Saying how distraught she was
and how she needed some time to recover from everything that happened there. He
was telling them that he suspected Ginny might be dead but couldn�t confirm
it.�

She half listened.� Her eyes were on Harry
but her attention was on her peripheral vision where moonlight scattered over a
large lake outside the windows in the back of the room.�

She shifted her attention around the room insofar as she was able without
moving her eyes and she thought she could make out a pale white-blond head of
hair somewhere off to the left.��

Harry had finished talking and now
it was as if someone had picked up her strings and started to puppet her.� She found herself talking.�

The mode of speaking was not.. entirely..
her.. She
used words that she might not have selected if she were going to render the
same information.�

Her eyes panned the room of their own accord, looking at the faces.� She could see Draco now and he was sitting
with an expression of polite interest and a relaxed posture but in his lap his
fist was tight, his knuckles white.�

She felt she should feel something about this but really everything was
wonderful.� It was just lovely to be
here, with these people.� Even more wonderful not to have to deal with speaking and thinking
for herself.�

Her hands were gesturing to
emphasise something.� She was talking
about how Voldemort was killing muggle children for potions experiments?� Oh?!�
But he wasn�t!� At
least not as far as she had been aware.�

Maybe he had been, who knew?!� She was sure Harry knew better than she
did.�

Questions were asked of her by
various faces and she responded to some with explanations and with shaking and
stuttered apologies to others and then she felt herself crying and
sobbing.�

What was this about?!�

People were standing and hands were patting her on the back soothingly.� Mrs Weasley was thanking her for some
reason.� She shook her head.�

Hermione wished that the crying
would stop.� The tears impaired her view
of what was happening.�

And then she was turning and Harry was there.�
He had put his arm around her shoulders and was leading her away from
the others, back out of the room.��

They were halfway down a corridor,
far away from the room when Draco�s voice stopped Harry.

�Potter!��

Harry turned them both and her
face took on a look of polite surprise and welcome.��

Draco looked at Harry with disgust.�

�You think I don�t recognise the imperius, Potter!� I�ve used that curse more often than you�ve
used scourgify��

Harry frowned at him.� �What are you talking about, Malfoy?!��

She heard herself assuring him that she was fine and that he was paranoid.��

Draco�s face flashed a picture of
misery for a milisecond before he composed
himself.�

�Theres� two reasons why you�re full of shit, Potter.� Firstly.. Granger
would never...ever...wear that dress..and she�s obviously not even wearing underwear..
or shoes for
fuck�s sake.�� Second � she�s acting like
there�s nothing wrong.. and I
haven�t seen her act like that since she�s been here.��

She felt her face split into a
massive grin and her hands clapped sarcastically. Harry sounded amused when he
spoke.

�Oh all right, Malfoy.� You caught us
out.� Bully for you� Hermione wasn�t really up to facing
everyone.�

She�s a bit frightened of them all at the moment.� It seemed like the best solution if they just
stopped bothering her till she could recover. ��

Draco sneered at him.�

�Don�t try to out-Slytherin a Slytherin,
Potter, you�re not equipped.� Clearly you
just decided you wanted to keep her to yourself.� Do you realise how selfish that is?!� Granger is the hottest piece of ass around
this place!� You�re a Gryffindor � you
should know how to share!��

Harry smirked.� �I never share, Malfoy.� Hermione is mine.� Thanks for the heads up about the
outfit.� I�ll remember for next
time.��

Hermione felt a strange conflicted
irritation.� She felt fine but she had the strangest feeling
she shouldn�t be feeling fine.��

She felt herself smile a serene
smile and turn and then she was kissing Harry needily,
her arms around his neck and fingers playing in his hair, her leg lifted and
wrapped around his waist, pulling her baby doll dress up to dance over the
curve of her buttocks.�

She heard Draco whine.�

�Oh come on.. There has to be something you need that
I can get you for a slice of that.�
Think, Potter!� I won�t do
anything to her that can�t be fixed with a few cleaning charms. �You can always obliviate
her if you�re worried I�ll make you look bad in the sack. �

I�ve got money..�
I�ve got rare books.. cursed
objects..

if the Dark Lord has something you want, maybe I can
steal it for you, depending on what it is.�
Throw me a bone here! ��

She stopped kissing Harry and
moved back, turning to look at Draco. Her face was curved in an entirely
unfamiliar sexy moue.� She ran her tongue
over her lips seductively.�

�Anything.. Draco?��
she heard her voice purr huskily.�

Draco looked visibly needy.. his eyes darted between her lips
and Harry�s smug face.�

Finally he ground out ��Anything.� Name it!��

Harry smirked at him and she
uncoiled herself from Harry�s body, turning to press her back against his chest
and rub her ass over his groin.�

Harry�s mouth was right next to her ear when he spoke to Draco next, and his
hands were curving over her abdomen and cupping her breasts.� She heard herself give a sexy little moan of
want.�

�I want you to find a way to get Rodolphus Lestrange here, subdued
and in cover of night.� Harry told Draco.�

The blond boy�s face demonstrated
how absurdly unlikely this possibility was.�

�Lestrange
hardly ever leaves the dungeons. �He�s.. he�s stronger than I am.�� And his
absence would be immediately discovered by the Dark Lord.� Why do you want him here?� He�s dangerous!�

Surely there must be something else you want��

Harry�s voice was cold ��There�s nothing
else I want that you can give me, Malfoy.�
Get him or go hungry.� ��

Hermione was spun abruptly and
kissed again,� her
mouth sucked of its own volition at his tongue and her fingers danced down his
body to rub his erection.��

Draco growled

�Potter..
I can�t do it alone.� But...maybe I can
set him up and if you give me some help we can bring him in.��

Harry pushed Hermione back,
smirking and she observed herself struggling to reach his mouth, leaning
against his hand and trying to get closer to him.� The green eyes narrowed at Draco,
considering.�

After a moment he responded�
�Just me.� Nobody else.� We�ll
have to set him up in a situation where the two of us can take him.��

She couldn�t see Draco�s reaction
but his next words pricked her through the happy haze, making her think briefly
that maybe everything wasn�t quite as wonderful as it seemed�

�Fine.� I�ll set it up.� But I want her now.. I don�t want to wait.� I�ll give you my oath that it will be done
and you give me her for the night.��

Harry�s face turned back to her
and scanned her needy pouting struggles to reach him.� He debated for a long time..

She felt his hand stroke her head, his fingers running through her hair.�

�You�d have to keep her under
imperio the entire time� he said finally.�

Draco snarled �No.� I�ll ward the room up tight.� She has no magic, Potter.� I�ll only
imperio her if she refuses to cooperate.�
I want to see her real face while I fuck her.�

Harry scowled.� But eventually he gave the answer the blonde
clearly wanted to hear.

�Fine...Whatever Malfoy.� I don�t want to find out you�ve hurt her
either.�� He looked at Draco pointedly.

She heard Draco and could tell he
was smirking.� �Heard of healing charms, Potter?!� Don�t worry.�
If I hurt her, you won�t find a thing when you get her back.��

Harry�s face darkened.� �And you walk her there under imperio.� If you take her outside your door - even for
a second - she better be riding the happy cloud.� If you fuck up, you�ll pay.�

If something you do leads to problems with the order, when I�m done with you,
you�ll beg Voldie
for asylum.��

�Yeah, fine.�� Imperio!� �

Hermione felt a slight shift in
her state.. It wasn�t any less distant or unconnected
to events, but it felt a tiny bit like trying to watch two TV channels at
once.� The feeling ceased when Harry
dropped his curse and she felt herself draw away from him and straighten her
clothing.�

She stood there then watching them both passively.�

Draco looked like Christmas had
come early.� His eyes were glittering
with hunger.��

�I�ll bring her back at midday tomorrow.� You�ll be in your rooms?��

Harry nodded at him but his face
looked discontented.� Perhaps he was
reconsidering, she wondered idly.��

He stepped up to her and wrapped his arms around her, then kissed her on the
forehead.��

Into her ear he whispered.� �I�m so sorry Mione.� I don�t want to let him take you but I need
to get your vampire here or you�ll die.�
I can�t get him here without Draco. ��

Don�t worry, you�ll never remember tonight and after he helps me get Lestrange, neither will he.�

I�ll protect you!� If he hurts you, I�ll
remember and he�ll pay!�� He kissed her
impassive cheek gently and stroked her hair again.� �I hate this..� he
murmured.��

�Are you finished, Potter?� You�re wasting my time with her� Draco snarled petulantly.� �You�ll see her tomorrow.� Transfigure a teddy bear or something!��

Harry made a face and after
cupping her cheek with his hand, turned away and stalked off down the corridor.

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