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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
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- 6-Ch 6
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- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
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- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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Hermione wondered as they walked
back to the room just where everyone was.�
This place seemed to be huge but tonight they hadn�t run into anyone,
even downstairs in the rooms near the kitchen.�

The place had been silent as the grave and strangely vacant in the dead
overcast light through the windows.�

Looked like it was going to rain tonight.�

Harry had cooked peppered steak,
fried potatoes and corn on the cob with melted butter

�three colours is enough, right?�, he�d asked.�

His cooking was simple but tasty � her steak had been perfectly cooked - just a
half a shade short of well done, the way she liked it.�

Now they were going back to his chambers and she mused on the strange absence
of aching fear she had had since her realizations of the morning.�

She felt.. acceptance.. somehow, of whatever might happen.� Whatever he might do.�

She deserved it.

Harry looked at her, worried.� �Mione.. what�s wrong?� What.. what do you think you�ve
done?��

She didn�t answer.�

�Mione!..�

He stopped and put a hand in front of her to stop her too.� �Talk to me.. what were you thinking about?��

Hermione felt a moment of panic
and the decision came snap quick.� �Ginny.�
I was thinking about Ginny, Harry.�
That�s all.�

It doesn�t matter.� Could we not talk
about it?��

Harry�s face went from mildly worried to alert, suspicious and stubborn.� She could tell that there was no way he was
going to let it go now.�

He looked up and down the corridor and nodded, taking her hand and walking more
quickly to his rooms.��

No sooner were they inside, he
rounded on her again.� �Ok. now I want to
know exactly what it is with Ginny.� I
told you we�d talk about her later.� Later just arrived.�

I want to hear about Ginny right now Hermione.
I�m not playing around anymore.� Tell me
or I will dig it out myself with legilimency.��

She considered what to tell
him�

�Don�t try to think of a way to
change the subject or put me off, Mione.�
Tell me the bloody truth.�

Whatever it is � I promise It�ll be ok.� I�ll listen and then we�ll never talk about
it again if you don�t want to.�

If you try to lie to me I�ll know.. and
I�ll be disappointed in you..��

There was a vague threatening
undertone to that last part, she realised.�
Harry.. Lord Potter.. would be disappointed.�
And that wouldn�t be a good thing.�

�And stop calling me Lord Potter.� Its daft.�

She smirked at that and sighing..decided to do what every rational neuron in her brain was
advising against and tell Harry what had really happened.

�Ok.� fine.� We�ll talk about Ginny.��

She went over to the sofa and sat
down on it sideways, leaning up against the armrest on one side.� Harry followed her and sat himself down to
lean against the other armrest and look at her.. only slightly worriedly.�

Hermione thought hard about where to begin.�
It was hard to explain things in a way that made sense. �

She had been.. distressed.� But it was hard to explain to others why
exactly. �

�Ok.� I�ll tell you about Ginny, Harry.� I will...
but.. I�ll also have to tell
you about some other things.. or
..um.. it won�t make any sense at all.�

The ..other things.. are
probably going to make you angry and jealous.�
I�m just telling you that.�

I�d rather not talk about it but if you insist.��

Harry�s face went from worried to
black and moody.� �Yeah.� Ok.� just get it over with.��
He looked away and swept a hand through his messy hair in agitation in a
way that was so like Tom.�

�Ok.� so.. the first thing you have to know � well you probably already
know -� is about Voldemort�s magic.��

Harry looked up as if she�d thrown
a curveball at him.� �What about
it?��

Hermione winced.

�It�s... well... my magic is compatible with his in some way so when he allows
it to flow around himself... it�s very.. um.. compelling,
you might say.� Its- ..well
it feels really good... uh.. as in attractive.. and
it makes it hard to even think a coherent thought.� Hard to move.. impossible to even begin to fight him.�

And he knew that even before I did.� And
he used it to his advantage.��

Harry snarled acidly. �Fuck.. I�m going to kill him slowly.� An Avada is too good for the creep.��

She decided not to point out that
he himself had used a spell on her last night to seduce her.�

Harry blinked at her, shocked, and looked away.�

�Ok.� go on.� He
growled.�

She swallowed.� �Ok.� so um.� He used his
magic on me to get me to kiss him � I didn�t want to at the time and just as I did
he took it away so I realised what I was doing and I felt terrible. Like I was betraying you.��

Harry brightened somewhat.�

�Then he took me to the dungeons to see Ginny.��

Harry became immediately
focused.� She wondered suddenly exactly
how much he had cared for Ginny and a small feeling of apprehension settled in
her gut.

�Ginny was hanging from some
chains on the wall and she was naked.�� There
was a slight wince from the boy who lived.�

�When she saw me, at first she was concerned for me but then she figured out I
wasn�t a prisoner in the dungeons and that Voldemort hadn�t hurt me..

well.. he hadn�t hurt me much �at least.�
For him.�

And i was clean and well dressed.� It would have looked like he hadn�t hurt me.��

�I think Voldemort said something
about the kiss he�d just made me give him and she started screaming at me and
calling me names and saying I�d betrayed everyone and I felt terrible.. cause I felt like I had and then Voldemort actually defended
me to her.� And she insulted him...
something about his appearance.� I don�t
remember.�

So he changed himself to look like Tom Riddle.. you know � from the diary?��
Harry nodded, white lipped.

�Yeah.. I
remember.� He looked..alright.��

Hermione rolled her eyes at
him.� �Translation � the boy was practically a greek
god, Harry!� Virtually
irresistible to a young first year if he lavished attention on her.� And he had a way of speaking too..��

�Yeah yeah.� Fuck!�
Stop.� I know the guy was good
looking.� I don�t need to hear all this.�
Harry looked annoyed and ..self conscious?�

�Harry.. you know that you
had the same effect on girls, right?�

Just Tom was aware of it and used it to manipulate people � while you were
always kind of oblivious.� You just
ignored them all.� You could have had
half the school, if you�d wanted.� Probably more than.�

You were really.. really.. popular with the girls.��

Harry looked sceptical.�

�No really..
you were.� You
just lacked confidence.� Tom had an
overabundance of confidence however.��

When he stood in the cell and made bloody moon eyes at Ginny and released her
and asked her to forgive him for having to keep her at arm�s length so that YOU
didn�t get suspicious and threaten her life.. she just seemed to cave.��

�I know now that the whole thing
was a setup but.. I really don�t believe that part was
fake.� She
really did love Tom Riddle.� She wasn�t
as helpless and unaware as we all thought � she knew what she was doing and
wanted to help him, wanted to be with him.�

He said as much and she confirmed it. �She
believed he�d get out of the diary and run away with her or something.� But then she was eleven!!� Gullible
like all children.��

�Anyway..
so he held her and kissed her and got her to tell him
she loved him apparently purely to
throw it back in her face because she�d yelled at me for kissing him.� Then he dropped her like trash.��

She wanted to know why.� Why me and not
her?� And he just started complimenting
me and insulting her in the cruellest way imaginable. And then he said it was
because of our magic.� And when he let it
flow around him strongly Ginny started screaming in pain and I couldn�t move for how good it felt and then he
kissed me again.� As Tom.��

She decided not to elaborate on the kiss in too much detail..
that it hadn�t stopped when he drew his magic back.. or even when he�d become Voldemort again. �

�And Ginny made some kind of comment while he was kissing me.� Something insulting.� I dont
remember.��

Harry interrupted.� �She wasn�t screaming anymore at his
magic?�� Hermione cursed inwardly.� Harry was not really interested in study but
he definitely didn�t miss a trick.� It
was hard to get anything by him.�

�..No.. he�d.. he�d pulled his magic back
then.�� Harry looked at her
pointedly.�

�And.. ok..
I kept kissing him that time.� I�m
sorry.� But I did. �

she looked away.�

�And anyway.. when Ginny said
whatever she said he got angry and crucioed her till
I pulled on his arm, to get him to stop.�
And he did stop.� I think he was just so surprised that I�d actually
dared.� And he said he�d come back and
torture her some more later and I begged him to leave her alone and..

Anyway.. he made me grovel and kiss his boot but in the end he
promised to never hurt Ginny or allow anyone else to hurt her against her will
and to give her a comfortable room.�� She
paused significantly.�

�He promised it on the condition
that I�d willingly take his mark at a time of his choosing.��

Harry scowled.� �I thought he promised to spare the vampire
if you took his mark.��

She grimaced.� �Yes.�
Well.. I�m getting to that.� Some things happened..
a lot of rather emotional things
happened.�

He took me to Remus and then after we came back he
kind of um...seduced me.. as Tom..

but..� well.� it took a lot out of him magically to hold that form and he
held it too long and I didn�t realise and then after we�d .. um..
afterward he kind of collapsed.� He tried to tell me to get Severus before he
passed out.��

Harry looked at her as if she�d grown a second head.� �You had Voldemort lying absolutely helpless
on a bed...alone...

You�re joking.. you have to
be.. How COULD you, Hermione?!� What the
fuck.. i
thought you cared about me...

He�s been trying to kill me since I was born...was there anything actually
stopping you strangling the bastard?� Or
smothering him with a pillow?� Or..� ��

Hermione put her head in her
hands.� She couldn�t stand to look at
him.

�..No.� she said in a tiny voice.� �There wasn�t. �I could have killed him.� But I was just so shocked when he collapsed
and he�d.. we�d just.. and he was so..�

he�d hurt
himself just to please me..

he�d defended me to Ginny.. he
took me to Remus to cheer me up... he was nice to me...and i
felt like it was my fault he was in this state.. I just ..
I�m sorry.�

I thought you were dead, Harry!�

I thought that this was the new world.�
Voldemort�s world.� No order left.� Everyone dead or in the
cells.�

And he had been kind to me. ��

She couldn�t help the panicked guilty confused�
tears pricking her eyes.� �I�m
sorry..� I-..��

Harry looked at her and seemed
torn.�

�It�s... ok, Mione.� He said
wearily.� �I can see how it might have
been.. and you�re the kind of
person who would even try to save the worst monster in the world.� You�re too good.� But I love you for it. �So it�s ok.�
Don�t cry..��

Hermione cried for a bit longer, it felt like the tears over this particular
incident had been long coming.�

When she wiped her face clean on
the backs of her hands and sniffed, Harry was looking at her with an unreadable
expression on his face.� She smiled
weakly and took a deep breath.

�It�s only going to get worse, Harry.��
She said sadly.

He looked sceptical, as if he�d
thought that that was the worst thing she could possibly have done.�

�I got the house elf to get Severus
and he had to go away again for his potions and while he was gone.. I .. I� um.. I..��

Harry sat forward impatiently, gesturing with drawn eyebrows for her to
continue.

�I ..sort of.. healed.. Voldemort.�

Accidentally.� I
didn�t know I was doing it.�

But..he knew
what had happened immediately and he was just over the bloody moon in his
secretive sneaky little way.� And then Severus
came back and..��
She trailed off..

Harry was staring through her,
looking quite distracted by something he�d thought of.� He blinked at her..schooling
his expression back into polite interest.�
She felt, ominously that whatever he�d been thinking might be something
to do with her ability to channel raw magic.

He�d said it didn�t matter but she could almost scent his sudden temptation in
the air.� He�d be trying to find ways to
get her necklace off soon, she had no doubt.�

She frowned.� �And Voldemort got him to heal me � I was
hurt in the battle.� Nothing
major.� Just a
big scar.� It didnt
work till Voldemort tricked me into healing myself.�� She took a breath.�

�And..anyway.. the next day I
was in a very strange mood.� I felt like
I was missing something or something didn�t add up and I just kept thinking
about Ginny.�

It made no sense but I had this inexplicable feeling like... like she couldn�t be trusted.� Like she�d duped me.�

Like she and Voldemort together had tricked me into swearing a wandoath
to take the mark when she had never been in any danger to begin with.�

And I just felt so.. mad. I cant even
begin to describe how mad I felt.� She�d
accused me of all these things.. she�d
made me feel so bad about betraying you by not spitting in Voldemort�s eye the
minute I met him and all along she�d been the one who was a lying
traitor.��

Hermione tried to stop her face from twisting in disgust and rage but it was
still so hard not to let those black emotions take over. �

Harry looked unsure.� �Ginny was a traitor?� he said, sounding sceptical.�

�Yes.� Hermione said through her
teeth.� �She took the mark more than a
year ago.� She was spying on you...and on
me.. for him.��

Harry vacillated between
disbelief, sorrow and rage.� He didn�t
say anything but he didn�t have to.� It
was clear he�d had no idea.� He�d been
angry with her only because she�d cheated on him with other boys.

�How do you know?� he managed to get out finally, hope springing to his face� - �did Voldemort
tell you that?��

Hermiones
face darkened.�

�No.� I�m sorry Harry.� Ginny
told me that.� I had the elf bring
her.� The memory you saw of her.. that was after I�d tied her up
and found her mark.� After that I
questioned her for a bit..

She was a spy.� She said she had no
choice. �But you know you can�t take a mark unless you accept it.. so she clearly had to have done
that.�

Maybe she didn�t have a choice though.� I
have a different appreciation for choice these days..

but the way she behaved with Tom.. I think she chose
it on some level.��

�She apologised to me for lying to
me.. she said she hadn�t
known what would happen in the dungeon.�
But I was too angry really to listen.�

I just couldn�t get past the idea that she would be protected forever now.� Voldemort would protect her from my vengeance.� She�d always be there..
smiling..laughing at me
behind my back..��

Harry swallowed thickly.. He looked more than apprehensive.� He looked like a man watching an oncoming
tsunami who knows that running is futile.�

�What did you do?� he asked and there was a strange kind of fascination in his
voice..a touch of excitement in his eyes.�

She looked at him with a �Don�t be
thick� expression.�� She didn�t say
anything.. but the memory
flashed past her inner eye insuppressibly.�
Her hand sliding so quick and decisive across Ginny�s throat with the
glass and then the blood.. everywhere..
spraying.. gushing.. running out of her.. hot and red,
all over her face and her hair as she knelt over Ginny.

The redhead gasping, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.� The light leaving her eyes.�

Harry leapt up from the sofa and
darted to the other side of the room to get away from her, one hand to his head.��

He reached the wall and put a hand on it as if to steady himself,
breathing in great deep gasps.�

�Fuck.. Hermione..� he choked out.�

She found she felt relieved.� She�d expected to feel terrible, telling Harry
this � wracked with guilt for becoming a bloodthirsty ruthless murderer.. for killing his girlfriend.. well.. former girlfriend now... but
strangely enough it felt fine.�

Complete.�

Ginny had not only betrayed her, she�d betrayed Harry too and she deserved it.�

She would do it again if she were back at that moment in that place.�

And anyway.. It was done.� It couldn�t be undone.� Anything could be accepted with a little
effort.�

Even Ginny.� Even Lucius.� Even Harry.�

�yes Harry?�
she responded sweetly?� �is your curiosity thoroughly sated?��

He turned and looked at her and
there was something black and pitiless burning in his eyes.� He wore a strange half smile.� �I just.. wasn�t prepared for that, just then.� You.. surprised me.�� He
began to walk slowly back toward her.�

�But I shouldn�t be surprised.� In every
possible way you are perfect for me, Hermione.�
And that.. that was-..��

He had reached the sofa and now lowered himself to kneel in front of her.

�-Just bloody amazing.�
I never would have thought you�d have it in you to do something like
that..��

he placed his hands on her raised knees and gently
parted them, crawling forward to kneel between them and leaning over her to lie
against her with his head on her right breast.�

�I would have done the same thing.. probably not that way.. but she would have been dead when I was done.�

You were right to do it.��

Hermione smiled wryly.� �It�s funny
you should say that.. that�s
exactly what Voldemort said.�� She
snorted softly, amused despite herself by the strange hybrid boy that lay draped
over her.�

Harry said nothing but moved his head against her breast as if he were plumping
a pillow and wrapped his arms around her, putting them in the space at the
small of her back.� He was heavy.. but it was a comfortable
heaviness.�

After a minute he said in a lazy
content voice.. �Show me something else.��

She hesitated, her mind
reeling.� Something
else?� What did he want?��

�Show me him..�
Voldemort..

nothing sexual or anything.. I don�t think I can
handle seeing that.� Just.. something else.�

Show me how he was around you when nobody else was there.��

The first thing that floated up in
her mind was sitting on the floor at Lord Voldemort�s feet as he talked to her
about the horcruxes and stroked her head.� Then.. feeling his magic and gasping in pleasure..�� and then him
reading quietly on the bed next to her when she woke up after the cruciatus
potion had done its work; his fingers absently playing in her hair.�

The reluctant remorse on his face when he told her about
poisoning Harry in his sleep.�

She felt Harry snort softly
against her breast at that.� �as if..� he muttered.�

Then Voldemort was standing, a
pleased glitter in his eye.. �You were jealous..�

She didn�t dwell on that memory but skipped to the next thing that occurred to
her..being carried through a bright summer day by the
beautiful boy with red glittering snake eyes, pressed gently to his chest and
then being laid carefully down in the tall grass while he fretted over her and
asked her to come back.� This then
immediately changed to being held in his arms on the floor of Severus potions
lab as he whispered in her ear �but you love me most of all, dont you?� More than Severus.� More than Harry.� More than your parents or your cat or the sun or your studies.��

Hermione gasped, stung by the memory and afraid of Harry�s reaction. She tried
to think of something to distract him.�

In her minds eye, Lucius
slid the silver blade over her breast as she hung, burning and suffering from
her caning.�

Harry jerked against her..� �What the fuck was
that?!��

She hoped to god he was talking about Lucius..

She focused on the entire
memory.� Lucius
in her room.. cornering her
and forcing her to dress in the lace underwear.. suspending
her.. making her choose..

a brief flash of Rodolphus
fucking morel snuck in but she thought back on Lucius..

She was hanging.. as he
touched her.. the pain of his cane.. the burning that didnt stop
afterward.. him taking off her underwear.. covering her back, ass and thighs with excruciating burning
lines.�

She suddenly realised that Harry
was breathing faster.� Was he.. was he excited at this?�

�Yes� he breathed.� �Show me more�

She thought of Lucius
touching her with his fingers.. offering
her the choice again.. the knife.. the
knife!� He began to cut her.. over and over and over again.. up her body..

Harry was definitely panting now..�

Lucius telling her about the pureblood girl who he�d
fucked with the knife.�

Harry actually groaned, turning his head in toward her breast and nipping
gently.� �I want you..�
he growled.�

She was somewhere between disturbed and amused.�
Voldemort had said Severus had enjoyed her torture.� No doubt Harry would have been a happy
spectator too... �

�I would have saved you� Harry
said.. �but it�s happened
already.. there�s nothing I can do.. and you..are so fucking hot.. covered in blood and
tears, ...begging...desperate.�

I can�t explain why.. you
just are.��

Hermione felt a small shiver of
apprehension drift up her spine.� She
didn�t want Harry to want to see her like that too much.� He might want to do that to her himself.�

She thought of how she�d freed herself and felled Lucius.�

Harry actually made a little disappointed tsk
sound.�

She remembered how Lucius had looked, naked,
stretched to the limit, yelping and panting as she cut him.�

Harry raised his head and looked
at her in surprise.� She smirked.� �It was just a test.� It was all just a stupid test to see if I could use my ability.�

Clearly.. I could.�

she remembered how she�d cut Lucius and when he�d gotten hard and begged her to keep
going,� it hadn�t been interesting
anymore when he wanted it.�

She had a flash of a naked Ron, covered in blood in a dark amphitheatre, his
cock jutting out straight from his body while she walked around him,a� dark expression on her face, carving into him
lightly with the silver knife, as a serpentine Voldemort looked down from his
platform, greatly amused.�

Harry gasped and she could see by his expression that if she were a video
recorder, he�d be hitting rewind and watching it again.�

A slow sneaky look slid onto his face.. �You know.. I have a penseive, Mione..� There�d be much
more detail if you�d let me..��

She groaned, irritated now.� �Harry Potter.� The suffering of your two best friends is not your wank
material.��

He grinned broadly.� �Oh.. but it would be a shame to let it be for nothing.�

At least this way � something
positive comes of those depraved
acts.��

She rolled her eyes.� �No, Harry.��

He wavered..
various expressions flashing across his face.. Anger,
disappointment, determination, indecision and finally that threatening little
half smile that was worn solely by that part of him she considered �Lord Potter�.�

�Ok mione..� another time� maybe.��
His eyes glittered.�

�Time for bed, then?� �

She realised that she in fact.. did not want to go to bed with Harry when he was wearing his Lord Potter
smile.

This morning�s apology would be worth exactly diddly
squat if he was in this mood.�

�Fine!!� Get your pensieve.� Take the bloody memory.��

Harry grinned nastily.� �Oh?..� I had just come up with something even
better.. but I guess that�s good too.� Hang on.�
I�ll be right back.��

He came back with a small portable
pensieve and put it on the table, It�s
liquid sloshing wetly but restrained within it, probably with some kind of
charm.�

�Ok.. Malfoy first�� Harry said quietly, drawing his wand
and placing it to her temple.�

She bit her lip.� �You�ll give it back, right?� I .. I dont like the thought of missing pieces
of my memory.��

Harry nodded impatiently.�

�Sure, Mione.��
I can duplicate it and give you back the original.��

He looked eager and it occurred to
her suddenly that Harry would probably love it among the Death Eaters.�

The continual buffet of sex and suffering available would be very enticing to
him.�

With the exception of her time with Rodolphus and Lucius and her initiation, she had actually seen very
little of that kind of thing.��

She was quite certain that Severus� memories would have Harry in rapture for
months.. probably years.��

..Well.. if he didn�t hate
him so utterly, she supposed.�

She focused and thought about the
morning when she�d woken to find Lucius in her
room.� She stopped the memory just when
she was preparing to kill him.�

�ok.. do it..� she said and Harry
immediately drew out a long ghostly strand of memory, depositing it neatly into the pensieve.��

He cast something and then immediately drew it back out, flicking at her
head.� She blinked and flinched but the
strand felt like nothing at all and immediately sank into her.� There was a feeling of relief.�

�Ok.. now Ron� Harry breathed.�

She prepared her mind and gave him
the memory and he gave it back to her.�

He started to turn and she said.. �Wait..� Take these too.��

His eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of new memories he hadn�t seen in her mind yet.�

She gave him Rodolphus�
torture of Morel from the moment they entered the cell till the moment Rodolphus pulled away from the dead girl and stood up,� and the memory of Lucius� visit in her cell..from
the time she started singing, thinking herself alone, till the time he left her
standing barefoot in a floor length robe in a puddle of her own blood. �

She wasn�t sure about the second memory of Lucius.� He had performed cunnilingus on her..

Harry might get upset and possessive over it..

but she reasoned � she�d tried to fight him off and
she was restrained.� He couldn�t blame
her for her body�s reactions.� And the
man had bloody cruciated her, for the love of god.��

Sighing and shaking her head she
stood.� �Ok.. I�m
going to bed, Harry.� Enjoy.�� Please don�t wake me up if they�ve put you
in the mood for a bit of practical experimentation.� Go and find someone else to torture in that
case.��

She realised what she was saying and it occurred to her that she would never
have thought something like that a few months ago.�

Aside from the thought of Harry torturing anyone being utterly ridiculous, she
would never have offered some random person up just to spare herself a little
pain.�

It seemed that she was changing.� She
just couldn�t find it in herself to be a martyr.� Let someone else bleed for his amusement.�

Harry raised a questioning eyebrow
at her offhand assumption of his willingness to torture others.�

She leaned down and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.� He turned his head and kissed her back
lightly.�

�Goodnight Lord Potter� she smirked and sauntered off to bed, leaving him
sitting with a strange faint smile on his face.�
�

Unhesitatingly she stripped naked
and got into bed, crawling deep under the covers and closing her eyes,
surprised at how exhausted she felt.�

She felt..ok.�
She realised.�

Understanding that Harry was now a Harrified-version
of Voldemort.. and already
having found it inside herself to love Voldemort.. to
accept his capricious vindictive nature along with his more considerate tender
moments.. she found.. she
could possibly accept the new.. Lord Potter.�

In some ways she supposed � she
was lucky.�

The old Harry would never have
understood what she�d done to Ginny.. or ..any of the rest really.�

He�d have been unreasonable and emotional and accusing.� She�d have been brutally interrogated by
Moody and Kingsley and tossed into a cell in Azkaban.� Lord Potter had probably saved her from that
horrible fate.�

She drifted off to sleep, quite
contentedly.�

At some point in the night she
half woke up when arms wrapped around her and a warm naked body pressed up
against her back.�

She mumbled unintelligibly and stroked Harry�s arm before slipping back into a
deeper sleep again with his face tucked into the back of her neck and his warm
breath on her skin.

When Hermione woke in the morning Harry
was gone again.� She was surprised to
feel vaguely disappointed.� She rose and
showered.�

There was a note pinned to the wardrobe and she found Harry had filled half of
it with her clothes.�

It was.. a strangely domestic
thing to do.� Like she
had moved in with him permanently.��

She smiled and selected� her clothes:�� Black jeans and a pale green fitted
shirt.��

Leaving the bedroom she saw Harry
had left breakfast for her again.� There
were no house elves here so he must have gone down to the kitchen and prepared
it and then brought it back for her before he left to do whatever he did all
day.�

What did he go off and do all day,
anyway?�

She picked up the little white
note next to her breakfast - toast with warm half melted butter, a slice of rockmelon and some scrambled eggs on the side.�

Harry had actually cooked for her and
placed it all under a stasis charm so it would be fresh when she woke.�

She felt..a warm rush of emotion in the bottom of her
heart.�

The note, when she opened it
read.� �I can�t believe that Lucius Malfoy is walking around right now with the word
filth branded into his chest.� I wish I
had photos to leak to the prophet.�
You�re a goddess, Mione!� I love
you!��

Again that little warm clench
gripped her.� She ate her breakfast and
tried not to think too hard.� Afterward
she wandered into the library and started reading a potions
text.�

When she looked up from the chair
hours later to see Harry slouched in the doorway she could immediately tell
something had happened.� He looked upset.. his shoulders hanging.��

She had no idea how long he�d been standing there, she certainly didn�t hear
him come in.�

�What�s wrong?� she tried.�

He pulled an annoyed face, but she
didn�t think it was directed at her.�

�Your bloody vampire is still
refusing to come here.� I can�t persuade
him.��

She looked down.�

�Voldemort would have to let him
leave, Harry.� If Rodolphus
just came here, he�d have him in constant agony through the mark.�

Besides.. he probably thinks
you just want to kill him.� You did just want to kill him in the
beginning.��

Harry glared.� �Well now I want to kill him again!�� Her eyebrows shot up, afraid.�

�..But I wont.�
Calm down.� I promised you.� I�m just pissed off at the moment.�

Draco�s come up with a plan and I don�t like it.��

Hermione frowned again

�Draco knows?� Did you tell the entire
order?��

Harry transfigured a chair to
match her own and let himself fall into it �Of course not..
They�d never understand.�

Which means I�ve got to find a way to get him here myself with only Draco to
help me.�

I need him to talk to Lestrange for me, get him to
come out and meet me.�

�Draco wants to pretend that he�s
rescued you and pinned your escape on someone else.�

He says Lestrange will come out if you�re somewhere
outside the wards.��

Hermione sat up straighter � �No Harry
� you can�t take me out of here.� If Tom
gets me back he can give me my magic back and use me to do..
something terrible.�

I�ve no idea what he might use it for but we really shouldn�t take a chance on finding out.��

Harry goggled at her.� �What�s brought this on?� You were only too keen to run back to him
last I checked.��

She pursed her lips.�

�I�ve had a think about some things and I think that what I can do is too
dangerous.� The wizarding world would
kill me for good reason � I could.. I probably would.. destroy everything.�

Its tempting to use it.. to
just will the world to be the way I want it.�
But I dont know.. I dont understand well enough the effects of my actions and
it would just make everything far worse.��

Harry frowned deeply, seemingly
annoyed.� �Mione..
You could end the war!� You could save
everyone.�

Maybe you could even bring back everyone we lost.��

Her eyes widened.� �You want me to bring back the dead, Harry?� God.. why would you want that?�

They�re dead!� How do you know that they want to come back from wherever they are.� Its just selfish to even consider
it.��

Hermione paused, knowing Harry was
talking mostly about Sirius and Dumbledore and unwilling to say how she felt
about him.� Harry was not likely to
listen anyway.� She tried again.�

�Look.. it wouldn�t matter.� If he were to take this off��

she lifted the necklace

�It would mean he had me under some other kind of control and felt safe doing
it.� And whatever I wanted to do with it wouldn�t matter.� He�s ...�

she bit it off, unsure whether to tell Harry about this.��

Harry sat up and leaned
forward.� �What?!� What were you going to say.� What are you scared of telling me?�

Tell me, Mione!��

She bit her lip.�

�Harry.. he can just reach
into me and use me like a puppet.� He can access my magic..
he already did it once.� My ability is essentially his ability if he gets a hold of me
now.��

Harry jumped up and� stalked over, his face a black
threatening storm.� He pressed his hand
to her forehead and growled �legilimens.��

Hermione felt pain immediately.. Harry was even rougher than Severus had been.�

She supposed he hadn�t been using the spell long but it felt like he was
scratching her brain with claws.�

She pushed the memory he was
looking for to the front of her mind, trying to get it over with as quickly as
she could.�

She could feel him there while she remembered Tom, curled around her back as
she lay against a naked Severus Snape, She felt Harry�s
confusion at the scene and her emotions which were anything but revolted at
lying next to their professor this way.�

She felt his sharp hungry interest when Tom entered her mind..entered
her body.. and
grasped her power.. the roaring of the magic through
her.�

When professor Snape became young, Harry seemed stunned - even more so when he
started apologising to her.�

Harry wasn�t letting go of the
memory.� Her head felt like it was being
torn apart.�

She heard herself telling Severus she loved him.. and then Tom when he pulled away..

she felt her head flare in pain as Harry reacted to Voldemort
saying he wanted to bind her in marriage..

They watched the fight when Tom accused her of wanting to control him.. and Harry still kept watching..

as Severus bound her magic again and held her,
apologising, saying she�d ruin everything.. that he
wanted them to be together.�

She could feel Harry�s turbulent
emotions slashing against her mind itself.�

He didn�t stop watching even when Tom
crawled back into bed and started kissing her..�

She felt panic through her pain.. Harry was going to
hurt her when he let her go.. she
could feel his anger.� His
jealousy.��

The younger professor Snape was
kissing her now and Tom knelt behind him, looking down at her and hissed in
parseltongue.�

She felt something like amusement from Harry when Tom lied about what he�d said
in the language.��

He didn�t stop watching.. he
held her there and watched through their sex right up until Tom disapparated.�

Only then did Harry pull back.�

The feeling was to her mind like
someone dragging a serated knife backward out of a
stab wound.�

It hurt. badly.�

Harry looked down at her with only the barest sympathy.��

�Snape too, Mione?� Fuck.. its almost worse than Ginny.� Who there hasn�t
had you in some way?��

She looked up helplessly at
him.�

His face was eight parts disgust and two parts raw dark lust.�

She wanted to tell him that she�d had a crush on professor Snape before this
all happened.�

She didn�t want to tell him she�d had
a crush on professor Snape before it all happened.�

She wanted to say emphatically � you were
dead, Harry.� Severus loved me!�

She couldn�t move.� Her voice refused to cooperate.� ��

Harry reached down and scooped her up in his arms, holding her to his chest and
walked with her into the bedroom.�

He seemed to waver..

She could almost see his decision painted in neon colours above his head.�

He wanted to fuck her.. to
reclaim her from the memory.. but he didn�t want to do
it while she was like this..��

He laid her down on the bed and then stalked out, without a word.�

She lay, paralysed and stared at
the ceiling.�

Eventually he returned carrying
two phials.�

He tipped them down her throat without ceremony and she felt her strength and
the feeling in her body begin to return.�

Harry just lay on the bed next to
her on his back with his arms folded under his head, staring at the ceiling
pensively, obviously lost in thought.�

After she could move and speak again she lay there quite still, unwilling to disturb
him.��

�I�m not..
good.. at sharing things I care about, Mione.�� Harry said finally.��

�The thought of them with you makes me want to throw up..

seeing it.. makes it so much
more real.�

But hearing you.. say you
love him.. them..�

feeling it..
�� he turned to
her angrily.�

�It makes me want to obliviate you back to before the
battle of Hogsmeade.� I want to destroy them.��

Hermione swallowed.� She realised instinctively that this wasn�t
an empty threat.� She had to be very
careful or Harry might decide to actually do that.. and if his legilimency was so rough.. there
was a good chance that such a massive obliviation
might leave her a case for the permanent spell damage ward at St Mungos.��

�I love you too, Harry� she said
softly.�

He turned to her and pulled her
against him desperately, clinging to her.�
�You�re mine, Mione.� Mine!
�Not theirs.�

None of this should have happened.��

She nodded and wrapped her arms
around him.� �But it has, Harry and I�m
not the person I used to be.�

Neither are you.�� She hesitated
significantly.�

�You ..liked..
the memories I gave you last night.� Do you really
want things back the way they were before?�

You�re not... you�re not innocent
anymore, Harry.� Would it be enough for
you if I was?��

He gripped her even tighter.� �God.. I don�t know
what�s happening to me Mione.�

Some of the things that go through my head... I can�t even tell you.�

Sometimes I think there really is something wrong with me.� Why do I want-... ...I want to hurt people.�

Do you know what I mean?�

Sometimes when I have to interrogate people the order catches..
I� go further
than I should..

nobody knows.. nobody would
believe it.. I heal them afterward.. but sometimes..I
stop caring about what they know and just want to see how much I can hurt
them.�� I�m.. I�m
not right, Hermione.�� His voice dropped
to a whisper..�

�I think I want to hurt you too.. like
in the memories.� I..I
can�t help it..��

Maybe you�re right when you call me.. when you call me that.� I�m becoming like him.��

Hermione felt a cold shudder at Harry
confessing he wanted to torture her.� She
had already thought it, but to hear it..

she wondered how long it would be until he carried it
out.�

He would..

Harry always got what he wanted.� So did Voldemort.� It was only a matter of time.�

�It�s ok Harry.�� She whispered uneasily.�

�He suddenly rolled and pinned her
beneath him.� �Is it, Mione?�� he said in a darker
voice.. He leaned down and kissed her lightly, licking her upper lip with a
pointed curled tongue.�

�All the things.. I want to do..to
you?� Are they alright by you?��

He gripped her wrists and pulled them down, pressing them into the bed next to
her head.� It felt...uncomfortably..familiar.� She
couldn�t put her finger on it but she wanted to get away. She looked up at him
wide eyed.�

�..N-no..
Harry.. I meant.... I d-didn�t mean that..� please
don�t, Harry!� Stop!� Please!!��

He smiled cruelly, faint light
flashing off his glasses.� �I like it
when you beg, Mione.��

He released her wrists and pulled himself up to straddle her and lean back.�

�But.. I want you to love me too.�

I can�t lose you now.. I won�t �� He
stroked a hand down her cheek and over her breast.�

She shivered, but it wasn�t altogether unpleasant.� The prospect of torture had receded
somewhat.�

The boy looking down at her was neither Harry nor lord
Potter but something between the two.��

His hand cupped her breast and brushed across her nipple.� She felt them both stand up and looked up at
him unflinchingly.�

He smirked..� �So responsive..��

he seemed to think of something and his smile became
dangerous once more.�

He got off her and stood by the
bed, looking down.� �If I take you
somewhere.. will you do as I
tell you when we get there?��

Immediately her fears spiked
again.�

�Why.. what do you want me to do?� she asked uncertainly.�

He shook his head.� �You have to agree first.�

You have to promise to..to obey me.. no matter what I tell you to do.� Swear it, Mione, and we�ll go somewhere other
than these rooms and the kitchen.��

She didn�t want to.. but the thought that he might revert
back to his original plan and torture her propelled her to nod mutely and respond
in a soft, unhappy voice. �Ok Harry.� I
promise.��

He grinned.� �Great!�
We�re going to have fun Mione.� I
promise.� You�ll like it when we get
started��

The leaden foreboding in the pit
of her stomach couldn�t be ignored.�

He was either going to do something horrible to her.. or he was going to do something horrible to someone else and
make her watch..or..or even
participate. ��

She nodded numbly and stood up
like a robot.� He took her hand and led
her out of his chambers.�

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