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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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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
- 32-Ch 32
- 33-Ch 33
- 34-Ch 34
- 35-Ch 35
- 36-Ch 36
- 37-Ch 37
- 38-Ch 38
- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
- 43-Ch 43
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- 45-Ch 45
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Disorientated Hermione blinked and
looked down at.. Draco sneering at
her?!� In bed?!� Naked??!�

She screamed and jerked away,
pushing with her arms and kicking as he held her in place around the
waist.�

�Shut it, mudblood or do I have to
punish you again?�� Draco�s voice was
harsh and full of sadistic glee.�

She stopped screaming and panicked
silently, trying to think.

Harry was going to kill her. �Literally.� He would avada her. �Why the
hell would she sleep with Draco?!�

She couldn�t remember how she got here.. how did she get into bed with him?!� Oh god..

she went
over the last thing she could remember and understood.� Harry.. Harry had given her to Draco for the night. �There wasn�t a word to describe the revulsion
she felt.�

Had Draco..

he was leering at her.. of
course he had.� Probably
over and over.� She remembered Lucius.�

She was glad she couldn�t remember
anything of the night. He must have obliviated
her.�

She abruptly noticed Harry
standing in the doorway, his face dark and threatening and looked at him
desperately, not sure where to turn, the frying pan or the fire.�

�That�s enough Malfoy.� Let her go.��

Draco looked up.� �Fuck off, Potter, we made a deal.�
I have her till midday��

Harry raised his hand and Draco
yelled and thrashed, hitting her in the chin in the process with one flailing
arm.

She yelped and crawled backward the moment she realised Draco�s hands were off
her.�

Harry had marched over to the bed and now he grabbed her by the upper arm, dragging
her bodily to her feet.�� He ripped the
cover off the bed and transfigured it into a black woollen robe, helping her.. well.. forcing
her into it.�

Draco was panting and whimpering,
lying in the middle of the bed on his back, naked.�

He croaked, shocked. �you.. you
cruciated me.. �what the fuck Potter?!��

Harry�s smile was something that
hid under beds and frightened small children.�

�You weren�t listening, Malfoy.� I told
you to let her go.� I warned you that I
didn�t want to find out you�d hurt her.�
Your time is up.� You had her over
the night and that was already far too long.��

How many times have you obliviated her?!�

Draco couldn�t raise his head to
look at them as he rolled his eyes.� His
voice was supremely controlled.� He�d
obviously been cruciated a lot in the past as it sounded almost normal, if a
bit laboured on some words.�

�I liked the way she panicked
every time she suddenly found herself in bed with me.� It was the best part of having her.� Fucking her when she first came out of it
before she realised where she was and watching her eyes when she remembered
what you did and why she was here.� �

�CRUCIO!!� �Harry yelled.�

He composed himself again quickly
and released the screaming twisting blond boy, who this time had tears in his
eyes when he finally stopped jerking around and couldn�t quite stop
twitching.�

�I�ve had enough of this now.� You had
your night.� Go and find a way to get Lestrange here, Draco.�
Come and see me when you get back.��

Draco snarled, gritted teeth and nodded.� �Yes..� Potter.��

Harry brightened.� �Better, Malfoy.� I should have just done that in the
beginning.� You�re not worthy of being in
the same room as Hermione, letalone...�� He
scowled again.�

Hermione was standing beside him
shaking and trying to turn invisible.�
She flinched back when he turned to her now.�

�I�m sorry, baby.� I have to put you back under to go back to
our rooms.� I wish I could trust you.. but..you
don�t know what�s in your best interests at the moment.� You might do something daft.�� He let the sentence fall and raised his hand
and she felt herself fall into a warm contented haze.� It was like balm.� Her pinched face relaxed and she smiled a
serene smile back at him.�

�Thank you Harry� came out of her mouth and the black haired boy grinned.�

�You�re welcome Mione.� Don�t worry.� I won�t let you remember him.� It�ll all fade away like a bad dream.� It never happened.��

Harry turned to Malfoy.� �If I ever find you�ve so much as implied something vaguely I�ll make you
slice it off, yourself, Malfoy.� And you
are going to be your normal arrogant self if you see her again. I don�t want
her thinking well of you because you�ve been overly nice to her for whatever
reason.�

You�ve always been a little shit and that�s how you�re going to stay.��

Draco nodded slowly.� �yes, Potter��

Harry turned and stalked out of
the room and Hermione found herself following behind him like a balloon
trailing after a small boy.�� Harry took
her arm and walked her through a blank stretch of the wall.� Out in the corridor he took her hand and they
walked.�

Hermione felt very quiet inside.� She
observed things but nothing really mattered.�
It was a lovely feeling.� She
hoped she could stay like this forever.�

They were walking through
corridors decorated in peach and grey when Ron suddenly turned the corner into
the corridor up ahead and saw them both.�

His face reddened when he saw them holding hands and
he started marching toward them.�

Harry stopped them both
immediately. She heard him groan under his breath and wondered vaguely what he
would do to Ron now.�

Ron had reached them now and stood
in front of them both, fuming.� His eyes
flicked between them both and then down to their hands.�

�So you�re with Harry now Hermione?� Are you over your thing for you know who or
is Harry just something to play with till you can get back there?��

Hermione felt her face twist into
a hurt expression.� Harry took a step to
half stand in front of her against Ron.�

�Oi.. leave
off, mate.� She�s traumatized from being
in that place and I�m only trying to help.�
Everyone here seems to want to tear her limb from limb.��

Ron�s eyes bulged.�

�She�s not traumatised, She�s a snake.
Look at how quickly she latched onto you!
�And you�re protecting her from being
questioned.� That�s what you�ve been
doing, isn�t it?� Harry � you know that we need to find out what she
knows.� Are you bloody mental, getting
this close to her?!� She..��

�I know what she did, Ron.�
You�ve told me over and over now.�
I get it.� But Hermione is our friend and it was my fault she was in Hogsmeade and ...I�ve just got to try to help
her, ok?��

Ron�s face was a picture of
confusion, suspicion and betrayal.�

�No.. it�s not ok.� It is NOT OK, Harry!� Why are you doing this, mate?� You know that me and Hermione were..��

Hermione found herself speaking in
a cold snippy tone.� �Were Ronald.� For about five minutes before you went off
with that slag. ��You have no right to judge us.� Harry and I have always been there for each other.��

Again the spectre of his desertion last year hung in the air and he looked at Harry
almost pleadingly.�

�But you know I always planned to marry her.. after we�d rescued her.�
.. I .. I went into bloody snakeface�s
lair for her.�

To save her.� You
said that-...�

Harry looked at him with an understanding expression and put his hand on his
shoulder �Things change, Ron.� Neither of
us planned this and when you came back so terrified, I never thought you�d
still want that.� You were just calling her a snake!� You don�t even know yourself what you
want.� I can�t let you mess her around,
mate.� She�s been hurt so much already.��

Ron looked confused, angry and
hurt.� �You..you
went behind my back and took her, Harry.� Why did you do that?!�

You could have anyone you wanted � why did you have to take Mione?!��

Harry just shook his head.� �That�s not how it was, mate.� Believe me.�
Neither of us expected to feel this way.��

Ron shook his head disbelievingly,
turned and walked away.�

When he had turned the corner down
the corridor Harry�s face shifted and it was like day turning to night.�

�Shit.� Bloody Ron..��
Fine!� I�ve had enough of this � I
don�t feel like meeting anyone else this morning.��

He turned to her and she felt a subtle shift in the air and then they popped
out of the corridor and appeared just inside his chambers.� The slap of the wards slamming back into
place while she was still dizzy from the apparition was actually faintly
nauseating.�

Harry appeared to be focused internally and after a few moments he sighed in
relief.� �I don�t think anyone noticed
the wards drop for a second.� I�ll have
to alert the perimeter to do a full check though.��

He pulled a galleon out of his pocket and pressed his thumb to it. ��

Hermione found it mildly interesting that he was still using her charmed
galleons. ��Everything was still
wonderfully abstract and pleasant.�� Harry
looked up at her absently.�

�Oh. Yeah.� � they�re
great.� You were always coming up with
great ideas, Mione. If I send a patronus everyone
around can hear the message and.. well..
my patronus changed
recently.� Its
better if they don�t see it.� They might
get the wrong impression.�

He put the coin back in his pocket and turned to her, seemingly
indecisive.�

�I might have to go and find Ron in a bit before he talks to anyone.� But I can�t just leave you like this.. I won�t allow you to remember what happened with Malfoy.� I couldn�t stand it if you looked at me all
the time like you did in his room.� I�ll
just have to obliviate Ron too.� It�s the only thing i
can do.�� He walked over to her and
stroked her cheek gently with the back of his fingers.� �I don�t want to see you hurt, Hermione��

He took her hand again and walked
her into the bedroom.� �We�ll start
over.� I.. I understand
I was wrong yesterday.�

I should never have..done that.. to
you in the morning.� Any of it.� I don�t know what I was thinking.� I won�t do it again, ok?��

He was turning down the bed and he
vanished her robe and helped her in, pulling the
covers up over her.�

�I�ll be good to you and you�ll
love me like I love you and we�ll be happy.�
I promise, Mione.��

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, lingering over her for a second.� Then he put his hand on her forehead and
whispered �Obliviate�

Hermione woke slowly.� The room was dim and as there was no window
in here it was impossible to tell what the time was.� She felt disorientated.�

The thought abruptly reared up in
her mind.� Harry!� Where was Harry?!�

She froze, listening and darted her eyes around in the half light, the whites
flashing.�

The room was empty.� But he could still be in his chambers
somewhere outside the door.�

She cautiously let herself remember last night.�
Harry had..had.. cast
some kind of parseltongue spell on her and she had had sex with him.�

It had been immensely satisfying when she came and then he had held her as she
slept.�

She tried to tell herself that it
was the same thing Tom had done.. it
hadn�t been cruel.� It hadn�t been.. been.. rape.�

The word hissed in her head in a sinister way.�

It hadn�t been, right?� She�d wanted it!� Perhaps not at first..
but she�d enjoyed it!�
And he hadn�t hurt her much and...�

She swallowed and got out of bed
carefully.� She wanted to shower but she
was scared of going in there till she knew for sure Harry wasn�t here
somewhere.� Creeping to the door, she
cracked it open and peered out into the bright overcast light thrown from the
window.� The room seemed empty.�

She tried to see into the library but she could only see the thin slice visible
through the open door and she didn�t want to go out there without any clothes
so she closed the door again very carefully and crept into the bathroom,
shutting herself in.�

There was no lock.� Well.. there wouldn�t be, would there, she thought wryly.�

After a few minutes of standing in the middle of the white muggle fixtures and
glass room she shook her head and pulled herself together.

When she came out of the bathroom
in a towel, the bedroom was still empty but she found folded clothes on the
bed.�

At first she froze � Harry was here somewhere.�

The icy chill she felt at that idea was overwhelming.� It felt.. it felt even bigger than it should.� He.. he hadn�t really hurt her, she told herself.�

So he�d slapped her once � she was
considering catatonia at the time.�

He forced her to take his mark � but aside from the weird similarities to Voldemort
� he had said he needed it in order
to protect her.�

He�d said he loved her.

So he�d.. he�d cast on her
last night.� It was kind of like giving
her amortensia.�
But Harry could be a bit.. a
bit.. irrational.. when he
wanted something.� Look at his behaviour when
he thought Sirius was at the ministry of magic being tortured by Voldemort.�

Maybe he was just..�

maybe he didn�t realise she didn�t want to..

maybe he hadn�t done that before and he didn�t know
the effect it would have on her..�

maybe..

She felt sick suddenly.� Something was wrong.� Something was even more wrong than she
thought everything already had been.� She
couldn�t quite put her finger on what it might be. �But it was very bad.� She needed to get out of here! �

Get dressed!!�

They were her clothes, she realised
as she unfolded the jeans, teeshirt and
underwear.� Her own,
from her trunk. �

She felt a rush of relief.�� It was like
a small piece of home.� A relic from earlier simpler times.�

She dressed quickly and ran her
hands up and down her jeans as if to confirm that they were real. ��No shoes or socks.�

Her hair was dripping down the back of her teeshirt.� �won�t be going far
like this� she guessed.�

After a few minutes to collect her
courage she opened the door and stepped out to the sitting room.� It was empty.��

A tray with a bowl of cereal, a small pitcher of chilled milk and a plate of
fresh cut fruit lay on the coffee table.�

There was a small folded white card with the word �Mione� written on it in Harry�s
messy handwriting.�

She sat down at the leather couch
and picked up the card.�

Inside was written.� �I love you!�
Sorry I had to go and take care of some things.� If you need me, you only need to kiss your
mark.� I keyed it that way since you can�t
use a wand right now.��

Hermione blinked at the card and looked down at her arm.� The mark lay like a black bracelet.� The flames swayed hypnotically and she stared
at it for a while.� It really was quite a
clever thing, she supposed.�

Nevertheless she was certainly not going to kiss it.� Not even if mountain trolls stormed the room
or the furniture spontaneously burst into flame around her.�

She would never..ever..
kiss the mark to call Harry.��

She smirked for a second and
imagined Voldemort had set his marks to work that way.� The cowled black
figures smooching their own forearms every time they
wanted to report something.��

She wondered if Tom was ok.� What had he done since she�d vanished?� Well obviously he�d chased her but.. then what?�

Where was he now?�

Was he only miles away, still trying to get through the wards?�

Was it even possible that there were wards that Lord Voldemort could not
break?� How did Harry do it?!�
He was suddenly so strong and powerful ..�

her mind added quietly.. and dark.� He�d said his patronus changed recently.. �he�d decorated his
rooms to almost exactly match the Dark Lord�s�
He wore the same expressions
for Merlin�s sake.� He�d.. he�d used.. that spell on her last
night.�

He was literally becoming Voldemort.�

Was Tom doing it?� Did he know and he just hadn�t told her � had
he done something?��

She had the feeling she was missing a key piece of the puzzle..
forgetting something important.�

Inspecting the plate of food, she
decided that the fruit was probably ok.�
She�d never really liked cereal much anyhow.� Biting into a strawberry she thought more
about Harry�s behaviour.� It wasn�t quite
correct to say it was all new.�

He was right when he said that last night � he had increasingly often over the
last two years had strange little flashes of Voldemort-esque
behaviour and expression.�

He�d get feelings..

he had dreams of him.�

Sometimes he had said things that weren�t quite.. right..

She�d put it down to the scar and
their connection.�

But what was their connection? � had anyone ever really
explained why?� Had Dumbledore
said anything?� Tom hadn�t� - he hadn�t even mentioned Harry after
she�d accepted his death.�

Well.. maybe once..� He didnt
like it when she thought of Harry.�
That was similar to Harry�s behaviour too, she realised.�

Why was Harry literally becoming Voldemort now suddenly?� Why had he had those flashes and turns when
he was younger?!�

She could almost feel the shape of
the answer in the back of her mind.� It
was simple.. but it eluded
her, like a splinter just out of reach under the skin.�

She had finished the plate of
fruit, apart from the white grapes which she�d never really liked, and now she
stood up and walked to the library.� She
strolled slowly past the bookcases, scanning the titles and trying not to think
about the question of Harry�s changing personality.�

She recognised unsurprised that most of the books were dark arts related in
some way and more than a few had been in the bookcases Voldemort had placed in
her room.�

Harry wasn�t just changing.. he was like.. night
and day.� He was nice and sweet and Harry one minute and the next he flipped
completely and it was like she was standing in front
of a twisted version of Lord Voldemort.�

It was like he had two personas..

The idea felt almost right.� Two personalities.. two Harry�s ..

Or not quite.� One Harry and one Lord Potter.�

She thought for a second.� What if he had some kind of split personality.� What if.. what if.. .

The thought slid away again.�

Harry might have some kind of
mental disorder but he didnt seem to have two
entirely separate personalities.� He
seemed more to have.. a
spectrum.. Harry at one end and Lord Potter at the other.�

She discarded the idea and tried to clear her head but it keep
niggling at her like an itch she couldn�t quite scratch.��

He�d always had little moments of Voldemort�s
influence but it was obvious that that wasn�t who was driving him or else he�d
have returned her to the Dark Lord by now.�
He had..moments.� little things.� An automatic movement..
a tone of voice..

She hadn�t recognised it most of the time back then because she�d never
actually seen Lord Voldemort for any significant length of time.��

It had been worse when he�d been wearing the horcrux locket.� She hadn�t wondered at the time because the
locket was a nasty thing and could make anyone edge but maybe it had done
something to him!� Maybe it.. infected him or something.�

She�d found it horrible, the way
it whispered ..wrong..things
into her mind all the time and Ron obviously hadn�t been able to stand it at
all but Harry had always just been silent and stoic about it.�

She�d assumed he didn�t want to complain when there was nothing they could do -
but maybe it had affected him.�

Maybe he�d listened to it.�

What did it whisper to him?� It had started out telling her that she was nothing, worthless, a
failure, a worthless mudblood not fit to hold a wand � that she was going to
let everyone down � that she would get them all killed, they�d be better off
without her.� She was a danger to Harry
and wasn�t good enough for a pureblood like Ron.� It was a horrible thing.�

Harry had worn it the
longest.� Once she�d had to actually cut
it out of his chest when he�d worn it too long and it somehow started to stick
to him.. to be absorbed into
his flesh.��

Aaargh.. it was infuriating.. almost she had it then.�
Just a flash.. and
then gone.�

Ok.� start again.� Harry wore the horcrux the longest.� It didn�t look
like it upset him as much as her and Ron.�
It had never stuck to her like
that.. but then she wasn�t
the boy who lived. Maybe it was some attack on him.�

Ideas swirled in her mind.�� Harry failing to cast the dark spell to kill the piece of soul in
the horcrux.�

But he�d always had odd little mannerisms and feelings..
He�d always had a little bit of Voldemort to him.�

She fell against the
bookshelf.� Not to him.� In him.� IN
him.. �He�d
always had a little bit of Voldemort IN him ever since he�d survived the
killing curse with only a scar.�

He was a parseltongue.� It was a rare
ability and it had been clear that it had something to do with the connection
he had with Voldemort � the Potter family had never had a parseltongue before �
but it was just one more strange little thing.�
They�d all been children.� Who
thought about things like that then?�
They hadn�t understood what was going on and so many other distracting
things had happened and then it had just been something she took for granted
without too much thought

� Harry was a horcrux!!!�

Killing Harry�s mother had torn
whatever remained of Voldemort�s soul and then losing his body, a piece of his
soul must have become lodged in Harry somehow.�

Unless he did it on purpose?�

No.� She abandoned that idea.� She didn�t think he would have intentionally
destroyed himself like that.� He�d been
very angry at it.�

So..Harry
was a horcrux.� He had two souls.� That was why he could feel things Voldemort
felt sometimes, and why it was so easy for the Dark Lord to get into his
mind.� He was part of him.�

And like that..
the entire horrible shape of the answer unfolded
before her like a map to a nightmarish world.�

She had done this.�

She was responsible for the changes
in Harry.� For her own..
well let�s not mince words.. for
her own imprisonment and maybe the way he�d forced his desire on her.�

She�d healed Voldemort.� She hadn�t known.. she�d just done it.� She�d healed a part of his soul when she�d
revived him.. and even more
when she�d transfigured him.� It hadn�t
just been his face that she�d altered.�
She�d somehow removed the venom in his system that kept the
transfiguration from holding. �She had
done something to his essence.�

And god only knew what Tom had done
to them all when he had been in control of her ability for a while after she�d
healed Severus.�

But the problem was � she hadn�t
known that he had any horcruxes left.� She thought she killed the last one months ago when they had found Nagini�s
hiding place.��

When she healed Tom � he was
connected to Harry by the soul fragment.�
She�d healed this torn piece
of his soul too.�

Made it stronger.. and
probably it was more closely connected to Harry�s own soul now than it had ever
been � hence why his abilities.. his tastes.. his patronus.. his
personality.. everything had changed.��

She slid down the bookcase to the
floor.�

She realised suddenly.. even with her magic back.. she didn�t know whether she could undo this.� A soul probably wasn�t like a piece of fabric
where you could unpick the threads and separate them.� Harry had blended
with Voldemort�s soul!� There was no Harry anymore..
there was only this new person.� This.. Lord Potter with a Harry mask.� Perhaps.. with Harry moments.. mannerisms..��

SHE had destroyed the saviour of
the light.�

The horcrux had said she would and now she had. �

She had doomed the entire wizarding world to a choice between two dark
lords.�

THIS kind of thing was almost
certainly why conduits were killed before they came to strength.�

She�d ruined everything and given
half a chance she�d use her ability to try to fix Harry and probably fuck
everything up even worse somehow.�

Maybe she should just stay here,
where she�d never be able to use her magic.. where the wizarding world was safe from her � She had loved Tom..� and she had always
loved Harry.� She�d just.. get used to them being the same
person.�

She owed Harry that much.�

He wasn�t asking anything from her but.. but.. love.�

And probably obedience, she added
to herself realistically.� He was the
Dark Lord Potter after all.�

She would try.� She�d try to be what he needed.

When the door closed quietly hours
later, Hermione was lying on her stomach on the sofa in the sitting room, reading
a book on wizarding genealogy in the dull light from the large window.� �

She turned to look over her shoulder at Harry, who seemed pleasantly
surprised.�

�Hey..�
he said smiling, �You look a lot better.�
Are you hungry?� What have you
been doing all day?��

She smiled back at him and closed
the book, keeping her hand�
in the page so as not to lose her place.

�I feel better.� I don�t know
how long it�s been since I had a decent night�s sleep.� Thanks for breakfast by the way.� It was sweet of you.��

Harry fumbled in his pocket and
found a scrap of parchment.� He moved to
perch on the couch against her horizontal form, taking the book and marking her
place with the parchment scrap, then putting the book on the table next to the
tray.�

�I�ve been reading most of the
day� Hermione said.� �Although since I
didn�t feel like dark arts, there wasn�t much to choose from�� She shot him a mock scolding
expression and then smirked.�

He seemed surprised.. even
perturbed, by her easy manner, but the look faded immediately to be replaced by
an incorrigible-Harry grin.

�Well..� You can�t fight what you don�t understand, Mione.� I�ve had to learn a lot in a short time.��

She truly believed that he had. �

�I could do early dinner I guess�
she smiled and rolled over on her back, stretching.� �What did you have in mind, Harry?�

He smiled brightly suddenly and
leaned down and hugged her to him hard.�
�Mione.. I�m ..I�m so
glad you�re ok.. I was worried about you all day.� I love you so much!� I�m sorry..� a-about last night..
I�m so sorry.� I shouldn�t have.. I knew it at the time and I did it anyway.�

I.. I couldn�t help it.. I wanted you so badly..

I can�t even make myself regret it completely now because..
because it was amazing.� YOU were amazing..�

It was wrong though.�� I know it was wrong to push you.� Can you forgive me?��

He stared down at her with wide sincere eyes and she wanted to believe it was
true. She wanted to believe that he really felt sorry � that she was talking to
what remained of Harry.��

But really..
she sighed inwardly.. it didn�t
matter whether she was facing a remorseful Harry or a manipulative lord Potter.� She would accept them both and that meant
accepting this heartfelt apology.�

�Of course Harry
� Its ok.� I.. I was a bit upset
about it this morning but I�ve had some time to think and I�m ok now.�

And.. and.. besides.�� She blushed
inadverdently� �I..liked it..�

I�m sorry if you don�t like me mentioning him, I�ll try not to � but I liked it
when He spoke parseltongue too.� I guess I maybe have a thing for the sound? �It.. does things to
me..��

she felt herself turning fire engine red with
embarrassment at saying aloud what she had long known to be true.�

Harry smirked. �Is that so.. � �he said quietly.� She
nodded.�

He leaned down, brushing his lips across her cheek and hissed something very
softly into her ear.�

She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up slightly, pleasurably, but
there wasn�t that aching compulsion she�d felt last night.�

�What did you say?� she
whispered.�

�I said..
�Hermione-I love you�� he murmured and kissed her gently.

She kissed him back, opening to his tongue without prompting and slowly winding
her own against it.� He made a faint
sound in his throat like a groan and, sighing, drew back.�

�This is.. all I ever wanted..
Mione..� Just.. you.� And to be left alone for a
bit.� Maybe somewhere I can ride a
broom if I feel like it, without worrying that Death Eaters would turn up.��

She leaned up and pecked him on
the chin. �Well you�ve got that now.� So long as you don�t make me
ride one.��

He chuckled and sat up.�

�So.. dinner then?� I�ll even cook!� I�ll even
cook something with more than one colour!!��
She laughed and let him pull her up off the couch.� He seemed to remember something.� �Oh.� I
almost forgot!��

He reached into the back of his
belt and drew out Lucius� silver dagger.� Hermione�s eyes widened and for a second she
felt an unexpected wave of fear wash over her.�
Its Harry.. Harry Harry
Harry.. not
lord Potter.. she reminded herself.� He�s not going to torture me.� He loves me.��

�Ron gave me this when I saw him
earlier.� Apparently he took it when we
were moving you when you first got here.��

He wanted to keep it.. he
seemed a bit obsessed with it actually..but I told him
he had to give it back.� So here.��

He offered her the knife and she
couldn�t prevent herself reaching for it eagerly.� It hummed almost happily in her hand when she
took it.�

Harry smiled and there was something a bit dark to his expression.� �Try not to frighten him with it, ok?��

She looked up at him guiltily and nodded.�
For some reason, now she had it, she didn�t want to lose it again.

It made her feel sttong.� She dithered about putting it down on the
table.�

Harry saw her hesitation and the grin that broke out on his face was
unmistakeably dark.�

�Oh.. all right.� If you
want it that much...��

He wandlessly summoned a sock from
his room and transfigured it into a sheath that she could attach to the back of
her jeans.�

�Thanks� she grinned at him, fitting it and feeling its comfortable weight just
above her buttocks.� Harry hesitated.. and a strange expression came
onto his face.�

�You know... I almost wish I could have seen it..� When you used it on him..
The whole scene.. I dont
know why.. it�s just..kind of a turn on.��
He wore a small secretive smile and she couldn�t help but shiver.� Definitely not talking to Harry right now,
she thought; this is lord Potter again.�

Harry blinked, surprised, and
snorted in amusement� �Lord
Potter?� You really think of me like
that?� Come on, Mione � be
reasonable.� Everyone has a little
darkness in them!�

So I happen to maybe get off just a little on the idea of you dressed in a
skimpy leather bikini, on a stage surrounded by Death Eaters and snakeface himself, terrifying the piss out of Ron � wet
prat that he is.

So I�m a little pervy then.� It�s hardly the ultimate symptom of
evil.�

Probably not enough to make me a dark lord, at least.��

Some of us in the room get off on
hissing snakes, remember.� Be a bit
fair!��

Hermione saw his point, but it
didn�t change the fact that it was Lord Potter she was addressing.�

She smiled.� �That�s true. We�re all a
little twisted I guess.��

She paused and then a malicious little part of her made her say it

�Ron for example..
gets off on being cut..
on a stage.. in front of
hundreds of Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort.��

Harry�s eyebrows almost entered
his hairline.� �Are you serious?� He was turned on?!� ..He never mentioned that part.�� The �Dark Lord Potter� smirked and appeared
distracted by his thoughts.� �Interesting..��

She smiled back.� He shook himself slightly and then he was all
Harry again.�

�So..
dinner.. ��

He held out his hand and she took
it and they walked down to the kitchen.

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