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My Fair Mudblood	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 25604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hi! New update again and this one is filled with naughty little bits. Enjoy!

Fleur K: The examination was in the last chapter! He needed to know a lot about her body to be able to do a potion which will be seen in this chapter!

Anon; Haha, I’m so glad you are enjoying naughty Voldemort! He will just continue to do naughty stuff in this chapter! And yes, poor Hermione indeed, she isn’t very housewifey. But here comes a new chapter which I hope you’ll find just as sexy and filled with dark humour. Which I enjoy to write a lot! Thanks for reviewing!

cranberry391: And now you know longer have to wait to see what is in store for Hermione! Poor girl…

Seira asami: Welcome to the story! Glad to have you and I hope you’ll enjoy it! QueenRuby: Naw, sorry it took me so long to upload a new story! But after this I’m working on another one as well so apparently you don’t get rid of me that easily! And yes, sorry it took me so long to update, hopefully the last two chapters will be a little quicker.

MJ: Yes, poor Hermione indeed… but if she were a little more naughty, she may enjoy doing the housework in the nude. It is funny, hee hee. Maybe you should give it a try something? Hee hee, and the full deal with the ritual will not become clear until the last chapter, I’m afraid… although, there are only five chapters so the wait won’t be that long at least!

Chapter 3

She had no concept of time down in the sunless chamber, but after a few hours of doing nothing but looking at the pictures of the wall, she got bored and decided to try to sleep. At least she had a reason to put the sheet around her naked body.

What she hadn’t counted on was Voldemort deciding to go to sleep as well. He climbed in beside her and grabbed her face. “I’m a very light sleeper and if you try anything while I’m asleep, my first instinct will be to hurt you. Understand?”

Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded. However, she wasn't sure how she would be able to sleep with him so close. She didn't feel comfortable with him on bit. Despite (or maybe because) of the fact that he had had his fingers inside her. Although, when they were both lying down, he didn't touch her. Instead, he just waved his wand to blow out the fire and then turned to his back. The only light came from the hall outside the chamber. She could just barely make out the shape of his body next to her. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep as well, but she was too conscious of his body next to her. She could hear his breathing, feel the heat radiate from his body; smell the slightly musky aroma that was him.

He would fuck her. That scared her; no matter how much he promised (or threatened) that she would enjoy it. It especially scared her that she didn't know what would happen when he was done with her. He would send her back to the future, of course, but what would old Voldemort do to her when she got back? Would he kill her after he was done with whatever it was young Voldemort was preparing her for? What would happen in the war then? Would he try to win the war with her?

Of course he was! Why else would he go through all the trouble of sending her back here now? She must be some sort of secret weapon. How could she allow that to happen? No, she wouldn't allow that to happen. Perhaps she could strangle him in his sleep?

She carefully sat up and reached her hand toward him. She hadn’t even touched him when he grabbed her wrist over his shoulder and squeezed it hard. Then he let go and she fell back down on the bed. Her wrist was throbbing and she had no doubt there would be a bruise. Grimacing badly she turned away from him. Fine, it had been a long shot to begin with. Even if she managed to put her hands around his neck, he still had his wand and could blow her away in a second. If she wanted to stop him, she would have to try another way…

Voldemort was lying closest to the wall so when she turned to her left side, she was looking out in the chamber. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark by now and she could see the shapes of several different things lying on the coffin. Among them a small knife...

She had thought the thought before. When Bellatrix Lestrange had tortured her mercilessly not so many weeks ago, she had wanted it to end any way possible. When Ron had left her and Harry alone and they had been hungry and tired and not knowing where to go or do, she had sometimes wondered what it would be like. But then she had felt incredibly guilty. Back then, she couldn't have left Harry. Although now... now it was different. Now Voldemort would get the upper hand with her alive. She knew exactly how to cut to make the most damage...

A sob escaped her throat. No, she couldn't. Not even to save her friends. She couldn't kill herself. She wanted to live too much!

Crying harder, she pulled her knees up against her chest. Merlin forgive her, she didn't want to die. She didn't want to get hurt anymore. She just wanted to be sent back to the future and allowed to live!

A hand came up on her shoulder and pressed her down to her back. Voldemort stared at her with curious eyes.

“What's wrong?” He didn't sound considerate, but neither did he sound annoyed. Just puzzled.

“I don't want to die,” she whispered.

He arched an eyebrow. “Well, who does?”

She closed her eyes and tried to force the tears away. “I... won't you kill me? When you are done, I mean?” She opened her eyes again and met his in the dark.

His hand came up to her cheek and stroked away the tears. “Not unless you give me a reason too. And if you cooperate fully, I won't even have to hurt you. Quite the opposite. The stronger you are the better for the end result.”

She winced, guilt once again rising in her chest. But she didn't want to be hurt anymore. This whole year (from her point of view) had been one long struggle. She hadn't known she could be so hungry, or hurt so much, or feel so desperate and depressed. She was sick and tired of fighting and running and being afraid all the time. However, wouldn't all that have been for naught if she now helped Voldemort? No, she decided. There had to be a better way. She wouldn't only stop Voldemort from doing something bad with her now; she would stop herself from ever doing something good again in the future if she killed herself. It wasn't worth it. Somehow she would survive this. She wouldn't give him a reason to kill her and then she would somehow find a way to warn Harry and the others of what Voldemort had done. Yes.

At her decision, she could feel her whole body relax. Since it was in his best interest to have her healthy, she wouldn't struggle. She would be a good little girl, gather her strength and wait until he returned her to the future. Then she would be able to do something again.

“That's better,” Voldemort muttered when he felt her relax. “Now can we sleep?”

“Yes. Sorry.” Being humble always helped.

Voldemort just grunted something and rolled away. Hermione stared up at the ceiling of the tomb. Of course, there was still the whole having-sex-with-the-Dark-Lord issue. But she would live. If she had been able to make up a plan while being tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange, she had to be able to do it while having sex, right? She had heard that sex wasn’t nearly as painful as the Cruciatus. If done correctly, it could even be pleasuring… and Voldemort seemed to know what he was doing. Surely she could handle that?

Closing her eyes again she finally managed to drift away to sleep.

Since time was so difficult to tell, she had no idea how long she slept, but she felt well rested when she woke up. In fact, she was so relaxed that she didn't mind the way she was awoken, namely by Voldemort playing with her nipples.

“Merlin, I've missed this,” he breathed into her skin before he grabbed one of her nipples with his mouth.

Hermione just moaned. It felt very nice.

“Although, now it's my time for pleasure,” he muttered and took her hand and moved it down to his cock. “Stroke me.”

She froze for a moment. His cock seemed to harden under her hand. It probably was as well if she knew her sexual educations book correctly. It was curious to feel one for real. She shyly began to test her way. Voldemort let out a sigh of pleasure and turned them so they were both lying on their side, facing each other. Once she had fingered it from head down to his pubic hair, he gripped her hand again, showing how he wanted her to move. When she had got the idea, he let go of her hand and moved his up to her breast again. He played with her nipples as she moved her hand faster over his cock. After a few minutes, her arm started to feel tired, but she didn't really dare to tell him that.

“Sweet Salazar, I want to fuck these,” he suddenly growled and pushed her on her back.

Before Hermione had time to ask what he meant, he released himself from her hand and was straddling her stomach. Hermione let out a squeal when he placed his cock between her breasts and then pushed them together. With wide eyes, she looked up at his face when he started to move fast between them. The wild pleasure on his face was almost scary. She closed her eyes instead and focused on the feeling of him moving between her breasts. It didn't feel entirely bad, but she was afraid the friction would give her burn marks if he held it up for long.

Then he ejaculated all over her throat and face. Hermione winced when the warm substance landed on her and felt very humiliated. A little found its way into her mouth and she grimaced at the salty taste. She tried to wipe it away, but Voldemort captured her arm and held it down.

“Not just yet, my dear.” He sounded very satisfied. “How are you feeling right now?”

“Disgusted,” she retorted, forgetting everything about bidding her time.

He smiled at her and moved so he was lying on top of her. “Why? It's just sperm.” He licked some off her cheek.

“It's degrading!” she growled and tried to wriggle her arms free.

“You mean you are too good for my sperm, but not for my cock?”

That made her pause and look at him questioningly. “What?”

He smirked. “You had no problem giving me a hand job, even if that would make my sperm come out just as much as this did. Why is this degrading?”

“I don't want it in my face!”

“No, that's not it,” he mused and slowly started to wipe her clean. “You didn't like that I took control.”

She was about to deny, but he stuck his sperm-covered finger into her mouth.

“I'm afraid you'll just have to get used to it, Hermione, because I will always be in control over you. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll enjoy this.” He removed his finger from her mouth. “Is that clear?”

She stared at him in disbelief. Did he plan to do this more often? Well, of course, he had said so yesterday. And she wasn't surprised he wanted to be in control. He was the Dark Lord-to-be after all.

He stroked her lips hard. “I asked, is that clear?”

“Yes,” she answered once again trying to remind herself of what was at stake.

He smiled brilliantly. “Excellent!” With a swish of his wand, the sperm was gone from her body. He jumped off her and was about to pick up his pants when he seemed to remember their conversation before bed last night. He waved his wand instead and the clothes disappeared.

“Now, what would you like for breakfast?” His good mood was unnerving.

“Eggs, if you have,” she replied carefully.

“Fried?”

“Yes, please.”

When Voldemort started with breakfast, Hermione sneaked out to the bathroom to relieve her bladder and clean up. Back again, Voldemort served her and they sat to eat.

“I’ll need some of your blood,” he said casually after a little while.

“What for?” she asked after swallowing the delicious egg.

“I need it for the potion you’ll be taking.”

“What potion?”

He took a long time chewing and swallowing before he answered. “Do you swear on your life to take it?”

Hermione blinked. “Like I would have a choice anyway?”

He shrugged. “Oh, well. You need to be prepared for the magic I’ll be doing on you. It’s a Dark Art potion. And can also be an aphrodisiac if you are lucky.”

“Lucky?” Hermione felt her stomach clench.

“Well, if you are unlucky, you’ll be really tired after taking it. And since you’ll have to take it every morning for a week that can be rather annoying. Especially since I’ll begin to fuck you every time I can twenty-five hours after you have taken the first dosage.” He swallowed his tea and stood. His cock was semi-erected. “I’m quite looking forward to it.”

Hermione swallowed.

“Follow me,” he ordered after cleaning the table (or, well, sarcophagus) with a swish of his wand.

She did. He led her out of the chamber and down the same corridor she had appeared in from the future. After turning a corner they came into a much smaller chamber. It also contained treasures but these were of magical use. A bronze cauldron was in the middle of the room, filled with something that looked like pale blue mist.

“Come here,” he ordered and when she did, he grabbed her hand and cut her index finger.

Hermione made a grimace of the sudden pain but let Voldemort pull her hand over the cauldron so three drops of her blood fell into the potion. He let her go and stirred it three times clock-wise. At once, the potion became darker and more solid. She watched curiously as he cut his own thumb and forced three drops of his own blood into the cauldron. When he had stirred it, the potion became black and seemed to have the same consistence as water.

“When will I start drinking it?” she asked warily.

“Now,” he replied and used a ladle to pour up some of the potion in a cup for her. “Then, in twenty-four hours you’ll have another and an hour after that…” His eyes travelled hungrily over her body.

Hermione held back a shudder as she took the cup from him. Well, at least she would know when it had been twenty-four hours. She stared down at the cup.

“Drink,” he ordered.

Seeing no way out of it, she did. It didn’t taste half as bad as she had expected. Just a little salty and warm with a slight hint of iron.

“If there are any side effects, they should start within the hour,” Voldemort commented.

“O-okay,” Hermione replied uncertainly. She didn’t feel any different. “Could I have something to read?”

He regarded her for a few moments. “Fair enough. What would you like to read?”

She shrugged. “Anything, really. It’s very boring just sitting around waiting for…” She blushed.

He smirked and walked over to her slowly. She stood frozen as he stopped right in front of her. Her breath got caught in her throat when he leaned closer… and reached past her. Then he took a step back and held out a thick scroll of something that was too thin to be parchment, but too solid to be papyrus.

“This will not doubt keep you entertained for a while,” he purred as her blushing increased. “Do tell if you start to feel any side effects.”

She simply nodded, wondering why on earth she was suddenly feeling so… tense. Oh, well, he was very intimidating, even if he was naked. As he turned around and walked away from her, her eyes fell down to his arse. All of a sudden, her mouth began to water.

Mentally scolding herself, she looked down at the scroll he had handed her. Reading. Yes, that she could do. Reading was safe. She carefully unrolled the scroll. It was of course in hieroglyphs.

“I think I’ll need a lexicon,” she thought out loud, watching the symbols.

“Well, you know where they are,” came his amused reply.

She peered at him and he made a gesture toward the corridor. With a nod, she took the scroll and left. This would probably be interesting.

Thirty minutes later she realised that she was slowly stroking her nipple while she was reading. The text itself wasn’t the most interesting thing she had read; it was about astronomic discoveries, but she had to focus to understand it correctly. However, for some time she had also been stroking her breast and nipple. What the....?

His voice was right next to her ear when he spoke. “So… are you feeling any side effects?”

Hermione jumped in her seat, but he held her down. It took her a moment to recognise what he was saying. Then she remembered that he had mentioned one of the side effects being that it was an aphrodisiac. Oh, darn.

“Well?” He slowly stroked the back of her neck with his thumb.

She gasped at the impact it had on her. “Stop that,” she moaned.

“Very well.” He withdrew his hands from her shoulders.

“No!” she groaned before she could stop herself.

“You should make up your mind, Hermione,” he mumbled softly, but brought his hands back on her shoulders. “You are awfully tense.”

“Hmm?” Her eyes were closed. His hands felt awfully good on her.

He started to rub her shoulder, hard and slow. “I’m still waiting for an answer, Hermione. Do you feel tired? Nauseas?”

“Not really,” she managed to mumble, her eyes still closed, his voice and hands making her head all filled with clouds.

“Horny?”

“Yes,” she moaned before she realised what it meant. Once she did, she froze. Oh, Merlin, she really was horny as hell. She spun around on the stool and looked up at him with wide eyes. “The potion…”

Voldemort chuckled and fell down on his knees in front of her so she didn’t have to bend her head back to look at him. “Yes, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, dear. I suspected this would happen. You should feel happy. This will make the intercourse so much easier, won’t it?”

She nodded slowly, feeling some sort of relief run through her. It was just the potion. You couldn’t help what you felt if it was just a potion, right? Oh, darn, she wanted to kiss him so much!

“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered in a soft tone.

Hermione hesitated. She may be horny, but there was still a part of her that was reluctant to have him anywhere near her. Although, the throbbing in her neither regions were increasing and the horniness won. She slowly opened her thighs. Voldemort stroked the inside of her thighs, all the way up to her naked sex. She gasped when he inserted a finger inside her.

“Horny indeed,” he chuckled. “Your pussy is dripping wet.”

Her ever-present blush increased, but he was moving his finger up to her clitoris and it was felt bloody amazing. She moaned and leaned back against the desk behind her. His fingers were quickly working her toward an orgasm. She had never realised how sensitive her sex could be, even if she had discovered how… fun it was to play with her clit in the shower. This felt much better.

She was just at the rand of an orgasm when he withdrew his fingers and stood. She opened her eyes and watched him in disbelief.

“What?” he asked as he licked his fingers cleaned. “I feel I’ve already given you enough orgasms, even though you have done nothing to deserve them. I’ll fuck you tomorrow. You can hold it to then.”

She gaped. “But… what… no!”

He withdrew his fingers from his mouth with a smile. “No?” A chuckle. “Hermione, you must learn to take nothing for granted. Don’t even think about masturbating on your own. I’ll tie you down if you do and then you’ll have nothing to do to pass the time until tomorrow.”

“But… why?” Her vagina felt like it was on fire, damn it! All she wanted to do was to rub it against the stool she was sitting out, but she still had enough sense to know that it would probably not be a good thing to do. Not only would Voldemort no doubt tie her down, but the stool didn’t have the most polished surface and she didn’t want to get splinters of wood in her sex.

Voldemort seemed to carefully think through his answer. “Well, since it is the potion doing this, I doubt it will give you much satisfaction and then you’ll just want to come again and again. I have better things to do than play with your pussy all day, no matter how pretty it is. Besides, I like to see you squirm and you do well to learn that I’m in control of you.”

He stroked her chin slowly before he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Now, go back to your scroll.”

Hermione really hated him.
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