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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
- 44-Ch 44
- 45-Ch 45
- 46-Ch 46
- 47-Ch 47
- 48-Ch 48
- 49-Ch 49
- 50-Ch 50
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- 61-Ch 61
- 62-Ch 62
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- 64-Ch 64
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- 66-Ch 67
- 67-Ch 67
- 68-Ch 68
- 69-Ch 69
- 70-Ch 70
- 71-Ch 71
- 72-Ch 72
- 73-Ch 73
- 74-Ch 74
- 75-Ch 75
- 76-Chapter 76
- 77-Ch 77
- 78-Ch 78
- 79-Ch 79
- 80-Ch 80
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They moved to the other darkened end of the dimly lit study
and passed through a door into a smaller room where Professor Snape, Lucius
Malfoy and the man who had retrieved her from the dungeons �Rodolphus..�, she
realised, sat upon leather lounge furniture, around a low black glossy table
drinking and speaking quietly.�

As they entered, the three broke off their conversation,
placing their drinks upon the table and standing.�

They each bowed in the direction of the Dark Lord.�

She noticed that Professor Snape bowed slightly less deeply than the others,
although his eyes, like theirs, remained lowered.�

She turned her attention away from him quickly, scanning the
room and hoping to distract herself from any thoughts that might upset the Dark
Lord.�

The room was small but elegant and comfortable.�

Embossed patterns on the walls were difficult to identify in the dimness but
were suggestive of twining serpents.�

The room was a mix of pale blue, silver and black, in contrast to the study
which had shone in forest greens and browns in the firelight.�

This room felt cooler. She wondered if the Dark Lord had
made it so for the comfort of the three men around the table.�

�sit, gentlemen�, the Dark Lord spoke, warmly. �i regret the
necessity of pulling you from the evening�s festivities for this small
discussion.� Professor Snape barely blinked at this announcement, but nodded
almost imperceptibly.�

She watched Rodolphus eyes flick from the Dark Lord onto her momentarily,
scanning her, and then return to the Dark Lord.�

His posture betrayed a faint tension, reminiscent of a thing restrained. A
kinetic potential energy held in check at present.�

She turned her gaze upon Lucius Malfoy and almost shied
backward in shock.� His face fairly glowed in ill concealed eagerness.� He leered at her blatantly and even in her
more concealing black woollen robe she felt exposed and uncomfortable, trying
not to fidget and shuffle at the Dark Lord�s side.�

�Lucius� Lord Voldemort said quietly, reprovingly �you are
too bold. You are unsettling our..guest�

There was a faint snigger from Rodolphus at the word and
Lucius forced his face into an expression of polite obesience, returning his
eyes to the Dark Lord.�

�My apologies, My Lord. I did not realise.��

�Quite alright� Lord Voldemort replied absently.� �You were not to know.� It is hardly standard practice to offer this
measure of beneficience to one so utterly undeserving.�

He paused, seemingly thoughtful, turning his red slitted eyes upon her once again.�

She attempted to maintain a neutral expression but could not quite manage to
prevent all traces of relief and gratefulness at his correction of Lucius from
stealing across the lines of her face.�
She tried not to fidget under his gaze.

He appeared satisfied at this and turned his attention back
to the others gesturing for everyone to take their seats once more.�

She herself sat in a low square armchair next to his own.� Only Lucius sat on the long sofa against the
wall.�

She continued to watch the Dark Lord.� In some irrational way it actually felt
safer.� If she looked at the others her
thoughts might wander and it was better that they didn�t.�

The Dark Lord was explaining to them that she was to be
taken to each of their domains and shown the �sights�, made to feel �at
home�.� She took the opportunity to
examine him more closely than her brief glances and fearful flickering
expression had afforded her earlier.�

His skin was preternaturally smooth and pale.� Really a lot like marble or porcelain.�

She had expected him to have scales, up close, but it appeared he did not,
although he lacked all traces of hair and his flattened nostrils and eyes did
strongly evoke the impression of a snake.�

His teeth when he spoke were white and even.�
As the daughter of dentists, she could never help noticing peoples
teeth.� His ears were almost �normal� but
appeared perhaps slightly smaller than average, tucked in against his head
inoffensively.�

He was gesturing at Professor Snape and talking about
something to do with his work.� Some
project that he was to put away before showing her anything.� Professor Snape was nodding slightly, his
eyes fixed on the Dark Lord, but suddenly she had the strong impression that
his attention was upon her.�

She shifted her attention away from her professor quickly,
looking instead at Voldemorts hand as he gestured.�

It was a delicate thing somehow.

How could a man so cruel and bloodthirsty have such delicate fingers.� It was perverse.� They were almost pretty in their slender graceful movements.�

Professor Snape had wonderful hands too though, she had
secretly delighted in watching him work in potions, watching his nimble skilful
fingers as he prepared his ingredients; the economical flick of his wrist as he
stirred his cauldron.� Occasionally, with
some potions, he would use his other hand to wave the vapours of a potion
toward him, scenting it delicately to check its progress..

The focused and yet faraway expression on his face as he did this always
transfixed her.

She had sometimes imagined his face like that, imagined his hands touching her
when she was in her bed alone at night, casting around for an arousing idea to
bring herself off to.��

She froze suddenly, shaking, realising the direction of her
thoughts and cast her eyes down immediately, hunching her shoulders in
shame.� She felt unbearably exposed again
and didn�t want to raise her eyes to see how any of the men in the room might
be looking at her.�

Again she cursed not having had the chance to learn occlumency.� It was impossible to control her wandering
mind.�

She knew at least three of the men in the room were legilimens and it was too
much to expect that Lucius Malfoy might not have bothered to learn something
that could benefit him in an environment where his closest associates mastered
the skill.�

Ergo, she had just broadcasted to the room her infatuation with her Professor
and her fascination with the Dark Lord�s features.

She wanted to literally sink into the floor and vanish.�

Her thoughts were interrupted by the Dark Lord dismissing
Severus and Lucius and commanding Rodolphus to remain.��

Tentatively she slid her gaze upward, finally meeting the
slitted ruby eyes of Lord Voldemort, whose expression now evinced unmistakeable
amusement, his thin lips curled up.� He
appeared to appraise her consideringly.�

�Have no fear, Miss Granger.�
The entire room was not party
to your..monologue on aesthetics�

She heard Rodolphus snigger again and darted a gaze at
him.� He slouched back in the leather
chair he occupied and again conveyed the strong impression of a powerful thing
barely held in check.�

His expression was unreadable but evoked something of a fox or a wild animal as
he studied her with predatory appreciation, a faint grin on his lips.��

�No, only Rodolphus and myself could partake in that
singularly entertaining experience.�

She blushed, still looking at Rodolphus as he shifted
slightly in the chair lazily, making himself more comfortable and incidentally
shifting attention down to his pelvis with his movement.�

She forced her gaze to remain on his face, as it had suddenly, irrationally,
wanted to flick downward to the movement..or to his hand on the arm of the
chair, stroking the leather slightly with a fingertip.�

�No no no.� Stop it.� Think about something else!� she commanded
herself as the memory of his hand stroking her breast in the dungeon suddenly
flashed back to her mind unwelcomely.�
His grin became wider.�

�Now now, pet, theres no need for discomfort� he growled,
obviously enjoying himself.� �A good time
was had by all�.�

At this she flushed bright red and hid her face in her
hands, crouching forward across her knees.�
It felt like the embarrassment was going to boil her alive.�

She hadn�t...� it wasn�t..� there was nothing she could have done to stop him.��

She felt the Dark Lord suddenly brush away the hair at the side of her face and
run his fingers through its length.�

�Oh Hermione..� his voice was soft, she hadn�t heard him use
her first name since he had first spoken to her in the ballroom. �you have no
idea how thoroughly innocent you are.��
He released her hair.�

�I do so hope you find a place for yourself here that you can live with.� As much as i�m sure we would all enjoy it, It
would be such a pity to have to take you apart.�

She stiffened and brushed at her eyes ineffectually, trying to compose
herself.�

�Now, Rodolphus, take her down and show her all the little
wonders you hold court over.�� Do not allow her to be damaged - however..
you may..play..a little.. if you
really feel you must.� After all, I am
sure I am denying you some desirable thing or other that you would have snapped
up at the party tonight.��

�I am certain you will know how far your Lord�s good will may be tried.� Do not disappoint me.� Control yourself.��

Lord Voldemort made a run along gesture with his pale
fingers and stood.� Turning, he departed
without a backward glance through a door in the farthest wall of the room.�

Hermione felt a sudden overload of different emotions.� All of them quite irrational, even she could
see that.�

Chief among them, superceding even her embarrassment and her apprehension, she
was.. shocked and bereft that Lord Voldemort had just left her here with
Rodolphus, had given her to Rodolphus
to play with in fact. �

He was the Dark Lord.� Earlier he had
been talking about giving her to dozens of men to fuck and torture � it was
completely insane to feel hurt because he had left the bloody room.�

But he had spoken to her so gently too, and he had stroked
her head and defended her from Lucius Malfoy�
- she realised the thought of him made her extremely uncomfortable now
with the spectre of his depraved nature hanging in the air.�

Far worse than just a rich bigot moonlighting as a death eater - he had become
for her a blonde haired demon of some kind hidden behind a mask of upper class
snobbery.

�Was the Dark Lord as you expected?� Rodolphus voice intoned
softly, his eyes darkly scrutinizing her.

She shook her head sadly.�
�No.� Nothing is as i thought it
was� she responded.�

�Come� he said, rising from his chair �Let us make our way
down into the dark.� I will show you my part of the Dark Lord�s domain.� Perhaps you�ll find that ...some things...
are just as you expect they will be.��

He held his hand out in a bizarrely chivalrous gesture and helped her to stand,
retaining her small cold hand in his larger hot one and leading her through the
door in the wall behind him, back out into the corridor.
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