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“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

‘Flashbacks’

Chapter 31 : Witches and Pets.

Hermione was irritated with her eyes! They did not stop blinking since the quartet came in. How in the world could one believe that Remus Lupin and Severus Snape shook hands, and patted one another on the shoulder, in that masculine way those macho men usually use! Standing at arms length, and acknowledging one another, and you could feel a current of deep understanding and appreciative respect! But that is not the incredible part, oh no!

Hearing Severus Snape call Remus Lupin Moony! Only Lupin’s closest friends call him Moony!!! And what’s more? This latter calling Snape Chief! Now that gives an idea of how seeing is believing, yet in her case, seeing is mind boggling, and she is ready to pinch herself black and blue just to wake up!

Lucius also after bowing to his Lord, turned to the headmaster and only shaking hands this time, greeted Lupin with ‘Headmaster’ while the other man replied with ‘Minister Malfoy welcome’.

The two witches curtsied in a gesture of respect in front of Lord Voldemort in a synchronized move, as if they were dancing rehearsed steps! The Gryffindor princess had to admit they looked refined, graceful, and as usual trying! Rolling her eyes inwardly, she thought she could never execute such movements with the grace of a prima ballerina, like these two parading swans just did. Though Narcissa was taller than Lavender and her, she was the epitome of elegance, her exquisite baby blue summer dress, bringing out her dark blue eyes, silky blonde hair and fair skin.

Lavender on the other hand stunned her with her new acquired poise and her smile was genuine and serene! Her dirty blonde hair was dressed in her typically shiny smooth ringlets; her large brown eyes were shining brightly, made to pop with the contrasting pistachio summer dress, hugging her generous and curvy shape. Where is Lav-Lav, and what have you done with ‘Won-Won’ giggling and irritating witch??

Both women turned to her standing now near the Dark Lord who had his left hand in the small of her back, Narcissa smiled warmly to her while greeting her with “Miss Granger, glad to see you are faring well”. Hermione answered as graciously as she could muster “Mrs. Malfoy” with a nod of her head and a small smile that made her facial muscles ache.

She was then brought out of her facial muscles’ exercise when she was engulfed in Lavender’s hug and three kisses on her cheeks later, she heard the bubbly witch happy voice “ Hermione, how nice to see you again!”

‘There you are…!’ she thought a tad unkindly; they all sat by couples on transfigured loveseats. Aaron the house-elf brought more glasses and juice, served the newcomers and popped out of sight, while Remus was informing the Minister and Chief of the latest news.

“ …We were filling Hermione on some details about Dumbledore’s traitorous machinations.”

Snape looked at her and drawled, his eyes two dark glowing onyx rocks “ I hope Miss Granger you understood the intricacies and danger of the situation we were all in?”

Aggravated by his condescending articulation the witch retorted” I still lack plenty of significant details but I am getting the bigger picture professor Snape!”

His silky low voice, softly countered, “ Call me Severus or Chief like …everyone does” while his eyes snapped to gaze at Lavender, his mien was as authoritarian as ever, yet a sinfully wicked smile in his eyes spoke volumes of hidden immoral secrets. Hermione’s perceptive eyes turned from him to the witch on his side who was blushing, and lowering her eyes, a tug of an enigmatic smile on her lips, in a subservient yet excited demeanor.

‘What the hell?!’ The Gryffindor princess thought she was seeing an otherworldly tableau. How in Merlin’s name could she believe this is really happening? She was persuaded now that his notable hesitation, and afterward, his specific articulation, at the end ‘like …everyone does’ had much more significance, between the two. Not as an inner joke mind you, Severus Snape does not joke, at least not in this jovial manner. His dryly black humor couldn’t be farthest from what one might consider droll!

She was totally convinced by now that her ex-professor was sending a message to his …submissive, reminding her of something important, an event or occurrence in their recent “relationship”, which was a milestone, a crucial building block in their relationship. She looked around her to see if she was the only one in this room having such impression, but the knowing smile on both the Dark Lord and Lucius Malfoy, as well as Narcissa convinced her otherwise. Merlin how she hates it when such incidents occur, and she finds herself out of the loop!

Lord Voldemort’s amused voice prickled her ears, and brought her out of her annoyed train of thoughts, “ I think, lovely ladies, you would like to take a stroll outside, on this beautiful day, have sometime together, we don’t want to bore you while we take care of business …we will meet in the Great Hall for lunch in two hours.”

It was not a suggestion; of course, it was an order that each and every person in the room understood for what it is. Still he found a way to express it subtly, as a suggestion. All wizards stood up, when Narcissa and Lavender, with a big smile on their faces, obeyed like puppets on strings, which made Hermione’s feminist side gnash her teeth.

For Merlin’s sake! She was still sitting looking at the two witches who looked at her with beseeching eyes to get moving. She felt like her hackles were getting all up! She was extremely irritated with the macho display, and this condescending ‘taking care of business’ as if the witches present were idiots and their mental capacities couldn’t compete with their manly testosterone infused intelligence! Pricks!

Jerking herself up, in a sudden and impatient move, a scowl towards all the insufferable chauvinists in the room, especially their Supreme Asshole Leader, she turned her back on them, to join the two frustratingly newly obedient witches, waiting for her near the headmaster’s office door. Her blood boiling, she was furious and ready to blow a cauldron, when she felt the Dark Lord’s tapered long fingers, wrap around her right wrist, in an imperiously halting manner. Her glower deepened when she turned with blazing eyes to look into his mockingly amused irises, Isis she wanted to slap the sarcastic leer off his face.

Who the hell they think they are? Her exasperation grew when slowly he pulled her to him, and kissed the back of her hand gallantly, then he tilted his head to her ear, breathing warm hurricanes, that moved down along her spine, and between her thighs in a matter of seconds, which in turn infuriated her even more, except this time she was angry with herself for her physical reaction. Her reflexive responses to whatever he does to her, are beginning to upset and more, worry her.

The tiny hairs around her ear and neck were all standing on end, because the heat-blowing fiendish Lord was whispering, his lips touching her earlobe, and even nipping between sentences, in front of all of the people present, asserting his ownership of her to all, and true to his overbearing self, not caring how she felt or what she thought at that instant, especially with Remus Lupin looking and undoubtedly reaching certain conclusions, she closed her eyes, torn between extreme anger and intense exhilaration,

“The ladies are here to spend time with you pet, to help you with any questions you need answers to, go with them, ask them whatever you want to know about their experiences, they would love to help you.”

“They would love to help me?? Or are they ordered to help me?” Hermione could barely retort, between gritted teeth. This whole situation was rubbing her the wrong way, and worst of all, she did not why!

Was it the sight of those two proud and snooty witches behaving so submissively out of character? At least, as far as she thought she knew their personality, which to be honest amounted to little. However, she never ever thought this newfound humility was a trait of theirs. Unless it was the wizards taking them for granted? Or was it her own still rebelling nature, against whatever she dubbed chauvinistic behavior?

She really did not know at this time, and her irritation was not helping, add to the whole flammable situation, his ever-present patronizing attitude, in front of all present, and it amounted to fuelling her fire.

“No pet, they willingly came to visit with you. Their Masters simply asked them if they would like to be of any help, and both accepted, earnestly I should add.”

“So you are telling me that Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape already know about your plans for me?” All right she needs to relax her facial muscles now, this exercise between grimacing smiles and glowers are tiring, to say the least.

“They know you are mine pet, the whole world knows you are mine” The Dark wicked wizard chuckled, with a nip to her neck then a soothing wet tongue eased the sting. Her whole body shivered delighted with the attention while the amygdala in her brain suggested, unhelpfully, throttling His arrogant Asshole-ness. She mentally dismissed the recommended action as detrimental to her already smarting bum, and gritted her teeth instead.

She looked up to see him looking with intense hunger at her, she was about to turn and walk away from him, when he pulled her and touched her lips with his, in a brief kiss. The flaring heat that suffused her face was an enough sign to know how flushed her appearance must have become.

She thought sarcastically that one day they would add Hermione-red, to the list beside scarlet, crimson, or carmine. She finally turned to leave, and her eyes locked with Remus who was having a perceptively interested yet totally understanding look, a smiling gaze in his green irises.

“Gentlemen” Hermione purposefully and with head held high sashayed to the door and exited the claustrophobic milieu saturated with smug insufferable dominant wizards, bar the headmaster of course!

But come to think of it, Remus was a werewolf, and she’d bet her last knut as an Alpha male at that, he must have done things to Tonks. Isis tits! She needs to bleach her brain now; she doesn’t want to think about this, not Remus and Tonks. Enough! She needs to stop thinking about all of their sexual lives for Merlin’s sake! This is not what she needed at this moment in time, this voyeurism to add to her lengthening list of depravities!

Shaking herself out of her deviant train of thought, she refocused on Remus sans his sexual tendencies. He understood fully her situation without blinking, and if his smile told her anything, and if she understood it as it was meant to be understood, then he was giving her his blessing, as a big brother or father would! Damn it all to hell! She abhors those chauvinistic mannerisms of theirs. Who the hell they think designated any of their arrogant, self-conceited selves as the wizarding world’s gifts to witches?

She wanted to yell her frustration, but gritted her teeth even more, and felt her jaws and teeth on the verge of shattering. She wasn’t sure why she was so angry. Was it because Lord Voldemort claimed her ownership in front of all of them, and Remus in particular, whom she thought had no qualms about it, from his behavior, not that he could express them, in any way if he did, or was it her own reaction to the Dark arrogant Supreme decadence on legs’ assertion? Because she felt aroused, exhilarated, it boosted her self-esteem up a notch, truth be told, she liked to be proclaimed his, especially before the those present, she had to admit to herself in all honesty that she felt important, wanted, and appreciated.

These conflicting emotions were taking their toll on her, she needed to analyze her thoughts and feelings objectively, she needed to delve into herself and face some hard truths maybe, but she needed to do it, she cannot go on being torn between her physical needs, and then berate herself for surrendering. That would be an immature behavior to say the least.

She wants, no needs to find a common ground between the “libidinous orgies” her body suffers every time he’s near, let alone her blatantly flaring arousal to his punishments, and her mind’s dramatic soliloquies about what a promiscuous hussy she is!

Walking out with the two witches, through the halls, the bubbly Lavender who was resoundingly absent not five minutes ago, made an unforgiving comeback with her giggles, AHs and OHs ”Oh my! Hermione! I couldn’t believe my eyes, seeing you with the Dark Lord in such…intimate …. Private conversation….How sweet!! Speaking softly in your ear…and then this tender kiss on the lips!!! Oh!! You are so cuuute together…I am so happy to….” She was clapping her hands, and almost hopping like an over-excited toddler, high on glucose, after eating a whole box of chocolate frogs from Honeydukes Sweetshop, while chattering!

Shaking her head minutely, rolling her eyes, inwardly, ‘here we go again’, Hermione took a deep breath, while strolling with Narcissa on her right and the squealing blabbermouth, who, in her humble opinion, should be diagnosed for ADHD, on her left. Going down the stairs and reaching the entrance, out they went into sunlight. She couldn’t but snicker wickedly when she heard her describe them as ‘cute’. Cute!!

All right, deep breath, either the witch lost her mind due to her PTSD phase, or Snape has been whipping what’s left of her brain out of her! There is no way any sane person would dub that wicked, cruel Dark Lord cute!

Narcissa’s chuckling comforted her in her certainty about what she heard from the silly still laughing and prattling witch!

The uttermost oxymoron, if she ever heard one! You simply do not put the Dark Lord and cute in one sentence, let alone describe Lord Voldemort as ‘cute’, especially pronounced à la won-won way, ‘cuuute’ with or without a witch by his side, because you can be sure you would be cruciated out of your inane and dim mind, before being AK’ed promptly afterwards. Furthermore, he would be considering it as a favor to the wizarding world, by not letting the asinine offender procreate!

Snickering inwardly, she wished Lavender said it to his snake face, just so she could have the chance to see his facial expressions. She swallowed the bubbling laugh that threatened to bellow out of her mouth, imagining someone calling him cute, as if he is a fluffy white cuddly bunny.

The happiness and joy of seeing the extreme shock on his face, while his pupils would retract into their thin slits and irises getting blood red, yet arctic, his lips taut into a thin line of frosty disdain, and his right hand flexing his wand into swishes of a painful payback in the form of Avatus curse currency, to finally set on sadistic glee when said offender screams his soul finally out of his gaping mouth.

The whole scene took seconds in her mind, yet her body’s response was what shocked her, she was excited, and the dampness in her vagina didn’t give her any alibi for denial. Granted he, not the torture scene, excited her, still she was excited!! Oh Merlin’s freaking staff! Now she is also aroused by his anger!!!

The snide comment of her inner-self came without any delay, the know-it-all quick on the trigger, and faster than any gunman in the old wild west, Wyatt Earp included, ‘Let’s see, if A = B and B = C then logically A = C. So missy, if Angry Dark Lord equals punishments, and punishments equal orgasms, in your masochistic mind, then angry Dark Lord equals??? Orgasms. Ten Points to Pervert Gryffindor!’ Her doppelganger was standing in front of the whipping bench in the playroom, tapping her left hand with a nearly 20 inches long and 0.30 inches in diameter rattan cane, a snicker on her face, with a holiest than thou attitude to boot.

Hermione mentally snatched the wicker, though tempted to cane the patronizing voice of reason, and straightforward part of herself. She just broke the cane in half and threw them at her snickering image’s head. No way to evade her deepest darkest fantasies. Damn it all to hell! This subconscious voice in her mind is so irksome, albeit hitting the nail on the head absolutely every single time.

The unquestionable truth is that her masochistic tendencies are developing beyond desires, they are becoming a need, and the worst part is that not anyone could fulfill this need. Only a certain wickedly appealing, cruelly seductive and yet so attractively Dark Lord Voldemort could quench and satisfy this deep thirst in her. This discovery by itself was alarming her something fierce!

Shaking her head to end this disturbing mental monologue, and out of curiosity, yet still fighting the remnants of her “troublesome” imaginative hate/love feelings towards the Dark Lord, and the conflicting equation her know-it-all voiced bluntly, Hermione asked Lavender “ Excuse me Lavender if I sound nosy, but what do you usually call Mr. Snape …while in private?”

The amorous look on the questioned witch took the Gryffindor princess by surprise. She had seen her excited, jubilant, lively, angry, upset, and downright snooty, but not sentimentally devoted or loving, not even with Ron. The three women picked a nice patch of grass in the shade near the Black Lake, to sit, when suddenly, out of nowhere another house-elf wearing the adorable purple suit popped near them, bowed and unfolded a big pick nick cloth, so that they could sit without dirtying their dresses.

Hermione thanked the house-elf before it disappeared. She was silently watching the Giant Squid surfacing now and then, when Lavender answered, her cheery although a tad scoffing tone, hinting that the know-it-all, in her opinion, is a slow learner,” Master of course!”

The witch in red wanted to throttle the scoffing witch in pistachio frilly dress, Merlin! She was grating on her nerves already. Huffing Hermione wished she had a wand on her. This thought brought another on its heel, both witches seems to be sans wand! Interesting!

Why would Malfoy Sr. and Severus Snape send their women traipsing without wands? Regardless if they are safe in Hogwarts, but one could never know what kind of animal might trail out of the Forbidden Forest and attack them! She noted the occurrence down in her frontal lobe sticky note, for later enquiry. But she somehow knew it was because of her.

They feared she might steal one or either wands and runaway, obviously. The plan, truth be told, passed through her mind, but they or He most probably thought about it and took no prisoners, bar the wands. Her focus went back to Lavender, she patiently explained to the witch sitting on her left “Before being your Master Lavender what did you call him?? Severus? Mr. Snape? Sev-Sev?” She ended just about sarcastically, snickering inwardly.

Blushing furiously, the questioned witch covered her mouth with both hands, not to blurt out in embarrassed piles of laughter;

“Erm ..No, …No… Sev-sev, …Severus…he told me to call him Severus” Again some silly squeaky sounds slipped through Lavender’s lips, Hermione arched a surprised eyebrow at her mannerism, thinking what in Merlin’s name was so funny? Not that she expected less from her, the chortling high laughter of Narcissa Malfoy indicated there was definitely a long story to tell.

However the witch in the middle was taken by the hilarity of the adult woman, at her right, in the beautiful and expensive baby blue dress. She was wiping her cheery tearful eyes; her bouts of chortles sounding like tinkling bells. She Looked at Mrs. Malfoy as if seeing her for the first time. Well, she could say that, taking into account hearing Mrs. Malfoy’s honest to Godric, spontaneous and friendly laughter, for the first time, that is!

Trying to gasp for breath and speak at the same time, while doing her best to stifle her snickering, the witch addressed Lavender “ Oh Lavender, don’t be a poor sport! Tell Hermione, she’s your friend after all, isn’t she?!”

‘Dear me! What did she call him to make Mrs. Malfoy lose her decorum like this?’ Hermione was now anxious to hear this epic anecdote!

“Narcissa! If I am going to tell her about this name story you will tell her about your own punishment in the presence of both Severus and our Lord!”

“Wait…What?!” Hermione snapped her head back to look at Narcissa with eyes as large as the Giant Squid’s eyes.

“Yes, Lucius punished me in front of both Masters.” She was admitting the damn episode while smiling dreamily, as if she was remembering something pleasant, no scratch that, pleasurable and arousing?!! ‘What the hell?!!’

At her wits’ end Hermione spread both hands on either side, shushing both smiling witches, she closed her eyes to regroup then looking at Lavender, pointing her index finger she intoned “You first, what happened? From A to Z”, turning to Narcissa she added, “ Mrs. Malfoy please excuse me for interrupting you”.

The smiling witch replied with warm eyes “Call me Narcissa dear, we will be seeing a lot of each other. But before Lavender starts with her hilarious tale” she stopped to giggle again then resumed “ I wanted to ask you if you liked the wardrobe I selected for you? I was invested with this most pleasant mission, because the Dark Lord wanted everything to be ready for you.”

Hermione mentally slapped her forehead, thinking how dumb she was not to notice the glaring connection between high quality clothes and garments, obscenely expensive and outrageously haute couture patented, with Mrs. Malfoy.

Another Mystery solved, The Identity of the obsessive-compulsive Stylist and Fashion Guru, who produced and organized her Ali-Baba cavern, is revealed, none other than Narcissa Malfoy!

Smiling she thanked her, though she wanted also to tell her, that her taste in undergarments is a bit tacky, but maybe the witch was following the Dark Lord’s orders, so she cannot really blame her.

“I want to also tell you how glad I am that you are good and well. Draco was so worried about you Hermione. I … thank you for being his friend, especially when he was sent to the Order, despite the past. But you need to understand that his behavior at school, it was never for real. Lucius instructed him to keep an eye on you, the golden trio, and to play the bigoted, though it irked Draco to no end, but he knew not to disobey his father. A couple of years later, Lucius and the Dark Lord explained many things to him, so that he would understand the importance of his missions to come, once he was informed, he wanted to help of his own accord. We Malfoys were never prejudiced, though we had to play the role. It all started with Abraxas and the Dark Lord discoveries, and later, plans to corner the evil wizard; until our Lord could reveal Dumbledore as the dreadful wizard he truly was and uncover his true colors. I apologize for all the hurtful times you passed through, especially with my crazy sister, I am so sorry for all the pain you’ve been through… I simply hope for your understanding, and ask for your friendship!”

Speechless, and not finding words to answer the woman pleading with her, she was astonished by this tidbit of information! So the Malfoys were performing in this drama, for seven years, no since ages, from the time when Abraxas and Lord Voldemort got together, and the saga continued with Lucius helping Lord Voldemort, to bring the evil Headmaster to his doom!

All of this means Draco was never the bigoted jerk he made her think he was, hats off to him, he was so convincing, and at that age no less!! No wonder the Dark Lord trusted him with the Order’s critical missions, as well as her safety, not to mention his position nowadays. Good job Malfoy!

Swallowing the lump in her throat, touched by Narcissa’s apology she smiled to the mature and beautiful woman on her right and whispered “All that is now just water under the bridge. Mrs. Malfoy…Narcissa. I don’t carry grudges, and I’ve forgiven Draco a longtime ago, he saved me after all, I owe him my sanity if not my life!”

Spontaneously Narcissa hugged Hermione to her, and whispered a choking thank you, Lavender was wiping her teary eyes while smiling at both witches.

In the reflection of the Black Lake’s mirror like surface, Hermione eyes were following the twinkling light of the sunrays, she had this deep feeling that the coming days will be as sunny, light and happy, like those golden shimmering dots. In the arms of Narcissa this sensation solidified. She hoped her intuition was not misleading her.

How could she have not seen beyond the masks? They all were playing their intended roles, each hiding behind a specified part, with a disguise, like in those classical Japanese musical drama, the Nogaku or more commonly known as Noh theatre, while she was the only one with a minor part, wearing her only mask, her real face, unaware of her lines, almost paid with her life, if not sanity, for this “cloak and dagger” play, on this shadow theatre stage!

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