Precious Mudblood | By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6 |
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A/N – Potential Squick Warning. (on several levels.)
They reappeared in a dark
corridor. Tom/Voldemort uncovered her
eyes and continued to kiss her although she swayed dizzily when they
appeared.
A torch flared into life behind
him a few metres and exposed the leaning form of Rodolphus,
robeless today in black shirt and leather pants with steelcapped boots.
Tom must have felt him there but made him wait while he snogged the hell out of her. For some reason she felt a tension inside. As if she could sense Rodolphus
irritation and frustration at not being able to do anything about it.
At last the Dark Lord pulled back
and scrutinised her, smirking then, apparently satisfied.
He turned abruptly to the somewhat swarthy man in the pool of the torchlight
and demanded “Do not prove my trust in you misguided.”
With a final, unreadable look back at her he disapparated.
She looked to Rodolphus
and immediately he too vanished.
Before she could be properly concerned however hands reached
around her, startling her and Rodolphus, now behind
her, pulled her back against him.
“Mine..” he growled angrily. She felt the pinch of disapparition
again.
When they arrived in the round exitless starlit room she felt a sudden spike of fear.
If Rodolphus noticed, he didn’t concern himself but
simply dragged her backward to the enormous mountain of pillows and let them
both fall back into them.
She tried to calm down and control her breathing as jittering jolts of fear
shot through her spine.
Nothing further happened. The large man
behind her continued to hold her tightly, his chin on her shoulder and body
pressed against hers. He did not
speak. He did not move. He did not allow her to move.
Eventually she started to squirm and wriggled till she could turn around in his
iron band arms.
He lay, looking at her darkly.
She frowned at him, unsure whether to be scared.
At that his arms loosened and
released her and he, with some difficulty calmed his expression. He gravelled softly.
“It is difficult to see you touch..kiss.. the Dark Lord when your scent is ..the
way it is right now.” He said obliquely.
“I feel a need to destroy the challenger and claim you..
which is not possible when it is the Dark Lord.”
He hesitated and lowered his eyes finally.
“I would never harm you, pet”
She swallowed, considering that it
might be a vampire thing that he couldn’t help. Tentatively she placed her hand on his chest
and leaned her head on his shoulder. His
arms slowly came up to wrap around her again.
After a few minutes of peaceful silence in which Hermione finally relaxed
again, Rodolphus said in a low voice:
“I read the Weasley boy. I know how it
was with Potter.”
She said nothing.
He continued after a while.
“I could not find you. You were.. everywhere.. all
over the country. I couldn’t find the
source so the Dark Lord had every town or suburb that I felt you occupied.. I could not find
you in the dream either after I refused Potter’s demand to let myself be taken
captive without resisting.” He swallowed
and continued, sounding reluctant to reveal the next part. “when Malfoy
approached me in private I was.. hasty. I thought he had come back for more of what I
used to give him.
Didn’t much care if he hadn’t. He put himself in my way and I took it out of
his skin.
When he was able to give me the memory and I watched it, it angered me beyond
reason to learn he was the one who had taken you from me..
...and to see him touching you -I really
started to take him apart.” He stilled
and she looked at him accusingly.
He scowled. “It is hard to be without you.
It was hard to be unable to find you.
I... ...regret... my actions with the boy.
He and I have some bad blood in our past dealings.”
He seemed to be entreating her silently with his eyes not to be angry.
She was angry however. “Draco is
the reason I am here, instead of...
instead of somewhere I don’t want to think about right at this
moment.
It seemed to me at the time that a kiss was the least I could give him for
putting his arse on the line just to help me.
And..its possible
that the liqueur we were drinking may have been a wee bit aphrodisic.
As for him rescuing me – he thought
he was helping me. He thought you all
were torturing and raping me the entire time.”
Rodolphus
said nothing for a while. When he spoke,
it was with clenched teeth reluctance.
“What would you have me do to repay my debt to him”
She didn’t even
think, it came out automatically.
“Protect him. Don’t let any of
the others hurt him anymore. I swore I’d
do anything in my power to protect him from harm if he helped me”
She was suddenly struck with an unpleasant realisation and groaned. Rodolphus looked at
her, concerned.
“I’ve just realised I’m going to
have to do something that the Dark Lord wanted which I refused to do. If I did it, he’d pardon Draco
completely. It’s within my power to
protect him therefore.”
She clenched her eyes and made a face. “ugh.. and he bloody knew it when he
asked it of me too. Arse.”
Rodolphus
twitched and looked at her strangely.
She smiled weakly.
“let’s just say.. if you’re
immortal, we’re about to be sharing eternity”
Rodolphus
looked unnerved.
“The potion is finished already?!” he asked.
She frowned at him. “What potion?”
He looked away angrily.
“The one the Dark Lord will hang me by my ankles in a vat of silver nitrate for
mentioning to you. Don’t ask any more
questions.”
He hesitated “and
don’t think about it again. If you dig
around or pump Severus for information, I’ll end up bleeding for it.” His expression shifted and he looked at her slyly. “kiss me, pet” he
growled.
She found herself climbing up him to comply,
That was all it took really. A kiss became ten, twenty and then he was
pulling her clothes off and tossing them away, licking and nipping and sucking
down her body. She never noticed at what
point along the way he had vanished her tampon but by the time he had worked
his way to her pussy she was far too wet for it to be just her natural
juices.
He fell upon her like an animal, licking and sucking at her and forcing her to
submit to orgasm after orgasm, subsiding between them to gently lap at her
core, dipping his tongue into her to draw out more of the slowly dripping
blood.
He would never quite let her come down completely and his tongue moved so fast against her clit when he brought
her off, his fingers deep inside her. He
would pull them out and lick them clean with gusto before returning to slow
catlike licks of her blood and come.
Finally, when she begged him not
to make her come again, because it was too much..He
got up on his knees and muttered a spell to take off his clothes and thrust
into her, lifting her legs and throwing them over his shoulders he proceeded to
fuck her mercilessly to another three almost painful climaxes before he held
her on the brink, her legs now wrapped around him.
When he bit into her neck brutally, she came even harder than she had when Lucius had used the cruciatus on her and her pussy
fluttering and clenching around him brought him off as he swallowed her life’s
blood greedily.
She actually blacked out with the combination of the release and the blood
loss.
When she awoke naturally,
presumably some considerable time later, Rodolphus
had propped her into a more upright position on the pillows and lay naked
between her legs, lapping at her again slowly and contentedly.
He noticed when she woke and got up, summoning a box from somewhere in the
darkness at the edge of the room. She
recognised the muggle feminine hygiene product when he held it out and blushed,
ridiculously, in light of what he had just been doing.
“Got these for you pet. I
figured you’d probably make a fuss if I tied you down so i
could spend the whole day drinking you, but I didn’t want to waste any more
while you slept” he grinned incorrigibly.
She rolled her eyes and took the
box from him. While she was opening it
and preparing a tampon a small drip apparently escaped her as Rodolphus brushed his finger across her skin there and
brought it to his mouth hungrily.
This only caused him to fall down before her again, wrap his arms around her
thighs and bury his face between her legs, sucking at her and thrusting his
tongue inside her, making a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr in the
back of his throat.
She just looked at him mildly appalled and wondered if he was going to let her
move in the next three days when her period should stop.
His muffled voice vibrated against her.
“Mmm don’t worry pet. It’s only good the first day. I’ll leave you alone tomorrow.”
She let her head fall back, relieved but perturbed. “Is it going to be like this every month?”
she asked peevishly.
He nodded against her absently and she let out a breath she had been
holding. Every month she was supposed to
just let him jump her and lick her till she was raw? Submit to this till she got cramp from lying
on her back with her legs splayed. Endure
as many orgasms as he felt like giving her in the process.
Hang on a second, her mind cheered – this may not be the worst deal in the world.
She jumped when a pointed fang
lightly pricked somewhere far too sensitive.
“Mm sorry pet.
Excited..” he muttered.
His eyes were closed in peaceful contentment as he slowly licked.
“How is it different to regular
blood for you?” she asked, curiously.
He opened his eyes and sat up slightly, seemingly keeping one eye on her pussy
so as not to miss anything.
“its
richer, saltier” he said, after some thought.
“more concentrated, less water. Its mixed with your
come and your arousal juices. I’d drink
those even without blood. Everything about you tastes sweet, pet.
You taste better than other witches.”
She took in this unusual
compliment and felt strangely flattered. She lay back and let him lick her
placidly for a while longer.
It became boring now that she wasn’t struggling against being pushed to
come.
“if this
is going to happen again, next time I’m bringing a book” she grumbled. It felt strange when he laughed against her..there.
He sucked as if he were trying to draw liquid up a straw and then pulled back,
his eyes fixed on her pussy with the utmost reluctance and longing. With effort he dragged them up to her face
“Alright.. alright pet. Fine. I’ve a lot of
other work to do today. You can come and
help me with that instead.”
She smiled brightly but it faded
quickly and was replaced with suspicion. “Wait.
What ..other work.. I don’t want to torture
anyone or kill them OR watch you
torture or kill them. I’ve decided to
just pretend all that doesn’t happen. It
makes it much easier to not feel guilty about being happy to be back
here.”
Rodolphus
scowled, then snorted and grinned. “You
are so difficult all the time pet. You
should be more grateful.” He paced away
and retrieved their clothing.
While he was turned she rapidly applied a tampon, watching his back
uneasily.
He tossed her jeans and sweater at her. Voldemort
had “forgotten” to give her underwear.
She held her legs closed at the
knee and dressed as quickly as she could, watching the vampire, to his great
amusement as he pulled on his own clothing.
“Alright. No
fun. We’ll just do some sorting and
checking” he grumbled half to himself as he buttoned his shirt manually.
She nodded, relieved he had agreed
so quickly. He must be in a really good mood she thought to
herself.
He stalked over to her and unceremoniously dragged her against him, disapparating them both immediately.
The sound when they reappeared was
terrible. A loud chorus of whimpers and
shrieks and womens voices shouting things or sobbing
desperately.
She looked around, disorientated.
They stood on a raised platform
above a massive stone room with torches set very high on the walls.
She looked down and saw.. dozens of people huddled or
pressed against the walls or backing
away , trying to get behind others and hide.
It was terrible. They were all women.
She looked at Rodolphus
in horror and he rolled his eyes at her.
“How did you think they get to the cells and the revels. Someone has to sort them when the catchers
bring them in, pet. And today you can help me”.
She shook her head frantically.
He grinned and caught her around the waist and pulled her against his chest,
trembling. He didnt
try to kiss her, for which she was endlessly grateful considering where he’d
last had his mouth.
“This is one of the things that I do” he said softly into her ear.
“Our master requires this of me. And
since you forgot to bring a book pet,
we should work.”
She glared at the wall over his
shoulder. Bloody petulant bastard
teaching her a lesson she realised angrily.
He chuckled.
“Maybe. But it has to be done. It’s not good to ignore the realities of your
situation. You are strong,
you proved that at the initiation. This
is just another part of things – feeding the hungers of the animals that choose
to serve our lord. Nothing
more. Muggles do this to each
other too, in case you didn’t know.
There are places like this all over the world.”
The sounds in the room had died
down to frightened silence, broken only by soft weeping here and there.
She turned to look at the room.
“But it’s wrong” she whined. “Why do you all need this?!
Can’t you just-”
Rodolphus turned her face to look at him.
“Realities, pet. You’ve met others
here. You know your potions master was
in a cell upstairs until a short while ago.
Do you think he was reading bedtime stories to the young man he visited?
Our lord also partakes occasionally
when I come across someone of the highest quality”
Her eyes widened at him and it
felt like he had stabbed her in the chest.
Tom.. with some other girl.
It was one thing to know Severus was with him but..
just..
She stopped and swallowed, realising she wasn’t the least concerned with what happened
to whoever he was with, just that he was betraying her.
She thought he probably wouldn’t respond well to her demanding that he didn’t
do it ever again.
The thought of the horcrux wandered across her mind again. Rodolphus tilted
his head at her quizzically.
“What ..what
do we do?” she asked grimly and he grinned happily. He pulled his wand and pointed it at the edge
of the platform, casting a spell that made steps appear.
“We go through them. Separate them according to age and..quality.”
He cast another spell around them, making a blue white visible bubble shimmer
around them.
“so they know not to try to fight” he indicated the
shield with his wand.
He held her hand and walked before
her down the stairs slowly. She saw him
flicking his wand up and down and the torches brightened to near incandescent
levels, exposing every feature in the room.
The positioning of them seemed to eliminate all sha-dows.
The women all started to rush to
the other side of the room in panic and there was a wailing and screaming again
as when they’d first arrived.
One brown haired young woman didn’t run with the rest and actually ran toward
them, her hands raised in a fighting stance.
Rodolphus barely turned to look as she bounced off
the shield and fell to the floor shaking as if in an epileptic fit.
“She’ll be fine in a few minutes”
he said absently and levitated her over to the mass of other women.
When they got to the centre of the
room he squeezed her hand.
“Virgins first” he said aside to her, casting some kind of complex spell and
firing it at the mass of women.
She saw a glowing red ball take shape over several of the women’s heads. They looked up, terrified and some of them
tried to run away.
“Right. All
those with red spots – out here NOW” Rodolphus yelled
in a tone that brooked no argument. “if you don’t move I’ll drag you out by your bloody
hair”
this set off a flurry of squeaks and cries again.
Finally all the red spotted women stood in a line in front of the others. She looked at them. There were only eight out of the entire large
group of women.
Most of them were in their teens but there were two women who looked to be in
their late twenties. They were a bit
plain, she thought rather uncharitably.
One small girl in the line looked
like she couldn’t be more than fourteen or fifteen. Rodolphus pointed
at her and she disappeared. “She’s more
something for the next group” he said abstractly.
He pointed next at the two older
virgins and they too disappeared. “For Snape”
he explained shortly.
She swallowed. Virgin blood was used in
some very dark potions and she knew in a general sense that it was more potent,
the older the virgin.
She wondered if Severus collected it..uh.. personally.
The rest of them Rodolphus looked at discriminatingly.
He selected one blonde haired quite pretty girl crying her eyes out who looked
about her own age. The girl vanished
from the line like the others
“For the next revel.
The Dark Lord likes to offer some pretty ones as rewards.”
He pointed to a black girl with
her hair braided who stood sullenly her eyes wet with unshed tears and she went
the same way as the blonde.
The remaining three he banished all at once “Cells on the upper level” he said
absently.
The virgins dispensed with, he
turned to the rest of the group, looking at them with a careful eye. He cast another charm and a purple spot
appeared above four of the women’s heads.
“diseased” he muttered to her and the women
were vanished.
He repeated the process for two pregnant women which apparently went to Severus. Hermione felt sick.
Remaining were perhaps thirty
women who were obviously not virgins, pregnant or sick.
Rodolphus cast an entirely different looking charm
and a number appeared above each woman’s head.
“LINE UP!” he yelled.
The women milled around and tried to huddle together. He sent a stinging hex at the brown haired
girl who had rushed them before and now had a large black 19 hovering over her
head. She screamed in pain. The noise rose again but the women started to
arrange themselves on the long wall in order of the numbers above them. Hermione realised quickly that they must be
ordered according to age.
She had a horrible sick feeling in her
gut as if she were in some kind of German concentration camp.
Rodolphus was dragging her along the line at a brisk
pace. He pointed to a few women here and
there.
She noticed he sent only two of
the young girls but seven of the older girls and all but one of the women.
The small group left looked around
horrified at being the last remaining.
Rodolphus looked with a judicious eye and vanished one extremely pretty black haired girl wearing red
lipstick.
“She’ll go to Lucius. He’ll see if she can be trained and If she doesn’t perform well she’ll come back to my cells.
These other ones I’ll keep, pet.” Rodolphus explained
to her.
“Some can go to the upper cells, if they’re any good and if they want to live.”
“WHO WANTS TO LIVE?” he roared at
them and even she flinched. He looked at
her with a soft doting expression.
“Sorry pet” he muttered, amused.
The perhaps fifteen women, mostly
young women in front of them shook and several of them half stepped
forward. Rodolphus
waved them back.
“You are whores. You’ll serve men or
women alike. Whoever comes to you,
you’ll try to please in whatever way they wish.
Is it understood?”
Some of them nodded frantically and others just gaped, shocked with horror on
their faces.
Rodolphus
smirked, vanishing the visibly compliant ones first
and then snorting at the others. “no?”
The brown haired number 14 was
among this smaller group of five women.
She glared at them both poisonously.
Rodolphus
pointed his wand at her and dragged her forward. “You are not pleased with my generous offer?”
he asked, grinning.
The girl bared her teeth and then hauled back and spat. It fizzed and vanished against the shield and
Rodolphus laughed.
“I think I like this one” he grinned at her.
Hermione looked at the girl. She looked
a couple of years older than herself.
Straight dark brown hair hung messily around her shoulders.
Rodolphus flicked his wand and banished the rest of
the cowering women to the cells where Hermione presumed they’d probably be
killed horribly quite soon.
She tried to feel horrible about
that but found she just felt empty. Yes.. all of those muggle women had
had lives, families – it was so wrong.
But.. it was the way it was,
she realised.
There was nothing she could do to change the entire nature of the Dark Lord’s
organization, especially without her magic.
And even with it – she’d probably end up somehow making everything
worse.
If they weren’t sadistic killers maybe they would have
been far more successful and taken over the muggle as well as the wizarding
world by now through business or something.
The brown haired girl had taken on
a fighting stance again she noticed.
“You stay the fuck away from me,
you bastard. I don’t know what’s going
on here or how you’re doing that but you just better not fucking touch me” the girl
snarled.
Rodolphus
squeezed Hermione’s hand.. “It could be fun to break her pet.. you
said no play.. but.. she’s
just begging you.. look at her.”
He spun her in front of him, putting her back to his front and wrapping his
arms around her. She felt his mouth
slide down her throat teasingly. It made
her shiver in a pleasant way.
The girl was looking at her in
disgust.
Rodolphus
nipped at her slightly and she flinched a little as he bit her harder, knowing
she was bleeding by the way he licked and sucked at the place.
It felt.. satisfying.. when he drank from her, she realised. She liked it.
He sucked harder as if he’d heard the thought, which he probably had. It hurt a little when he sucked hard but the
feeling of his mouth on her.. his
tongue.. was so so
soothing.
She looked at the girl in front of
them again who was staring in abject horror at this new development.
Rodolphus licked across the wound and lifted his head
to murmur in her ear.
“Tell you what.. I’ll put her in a cell and keep her
fresh and we can play with her soon. If
you say you’ll join in like a good pet.. I’ll keep her
nice and safe.. I won’t touch her. I won’t let anyone else touch her.”
He returned to her neck, licking up a small drip that had formed. He felt so placid and gentle when he was
drinking from her.
Hermione looked at the girl. “What’s your name?” she asked
reluctantly. The girl glared at her and
said nothing. Rodolphus
flicked off another stinging hex and the girl jumped, yelping. “Fuck!.. Katie! Damnit. Don’t do that! Why do you care?!”
Rodolphus snorted near her ear. “I told you.. muggles. They’re all called Sarah
and Marie and Kate and Sandra. Name her
something else if you want”
Hermione rolled her eyes and
glared at the upper left as he sucked her a final time and raised his wand to
heal the wound. She looked at the girl
and considered his offer. She didn’t
know whether she could..do that.. hurt
a person she didn’t even know.
She hadn’t even really hurt Ron and she had lots of reason to be angry with
him. OH!
The knife!!
she realised with a spike of remorse that it was still
in Harry’s library. She’d never get it
back now! She felt sad. It was hers and now it was gone.
Rodolphus
chuckled and stroked a finger down her cheek.
“Awww.. poor pet. I’ll teach you how to use a real one. Just say yes.” His eyes were eager, alight. She swallowed.
The girl in front of them was standing there uncomfortably,
her eyes were darting around the room looking for some way out. Hermione was certain that there was
none.
“Look... um..
Katie?” she
said, uncomfortably.
The girl narrowed her eyes at her but held her tongue.
“You’re in a really bad place. I mean.. really
bad..”
“no shit”
the girl interrupted with false bravado.
Hermione frowned and
continued. “-and you’ve got a
choice. It’s a choice between bad and
worse really but it’s still a choice and I’m giving it to you.
If you want – you can go to a quiet cell and wait and quite soon some man or
woman will come in and hurt you.. a
lot.. and probably rape you and then in all likelihood
kill you.”
the girls eyes widened to the size of teacups. Hermione continued.
“or.. you can go to a nicer cell – with a bed” she shot a hard look at Rodolphus. “and at some point
we’ll come to you and .. and we’ll probably hurt
you..” she swallowed
“..a bit.. and I don’t know
what else.. but.. at the end
we’ll heal you and you’ll live.”
She looked at the girl slightly queasily.
What did one say to a prospective victim?!
The girl looked like she was
actually considering her options. When
she spoke, she sounded like a much more contrite girl. “I... my family has money..”
she stammered. “or
or..I can help you.. work for
you somehow.. whatever you like.. I’ll help you catch
other girls.. if you promise
you’ll let me go. I won’t tell..”
Rodolphus
sniggered. “isn’t
she sweet, pet? Say yes and we’ll keep
her.”
The girl dropped to her knees and
a few tears fell from her eyes. “please..please let me
go! I’m sorry. I’ll never go out to a club again without
telling my parents. I didn’t mean
it. I want my mum!”
Hermione felt sorry for the girl. Her
pleas reminded her of how she felt when she woke up in the cell and how it had
been when her own parents had been killed.
She’d just wanted nothing more than to go home and have everything be
normal.
“You... you could obliviate her” she whispered.
Rodolphus
groaned, irritated and flicked a silencing charm at the crying girl. “Pet, you’re quite ruining my mood. Say you’ll play and we can get back to work.
Or refuse and I can send this one to the deep cells with the others. I’ve already wasted half the day when this
little task should have taken little more than fifteen minutes. The muggle was interesting while she was
mouthing off.. but she’s
beginning to bore me now.”
The girl on her knees was nodding frantically, obviously having recognised that the terrible
choice she’d been given was the only one she was going to be getting.
Hermione whispered, reluctantly, “Ok.
keep her safe” and Rodolphus
brightened.
“Very good pet!..”
He swept her close and flicked his wand at the girl, banishing her to a cell –
presumably one with a bed she hoped.
He apparated them and when she recovered, Hermione groaned. They were in an identical room except it was
full of men. She glared at Rodolphus who grinned nastily.
“I hope we can get through this a bit faster” he gravelled.
There were only about twenty men
in the room. He cast the shield and she
thought it looked a bit darker this time.
When they descended the stairs, immediately several men charged them
furiously. They all collapsed
immediately. The others that had been
coming stopped and backed off, uncomprehending.
She heard someone mutter something about aliens and someone else corrected them
saying they were probably Americans and Hermione smirked slightly.
Rodolphus
enervated the collapsed and had the men all line up immediately. When he cast the charm for virginity most of
the men had red spots over their heads.
A couple of them batted at them fearfully.
He had the five who didn’t have one step forward.
After examination he sent to Lucius a delicate-boned
brown haired teenager and two quite attractive men in their early twenties who
were holding hands fearfully.
A surly looking boy with dirty blond gelled hair he looked at
speculatively.
“Someone raped you, boy?” he asked
baldly.
The boy blushed and wrapped his
arms around himself, looking away. “no.”
he muttered. “don’t know what you’re fucking talking
about, prick.”
Rodolphus smiled darkly. “I’ll
have that one.” He growled and banished the boy somewhere.
The last non red spotted man
looked to be in his late thirties. A
rather effeminite fellow, she thought. Rodolphus banished
him to the deeper cells.
It took him only a minute to pick through the remaining men and separate five out for
the revel and divide the others between the upper and lower cells.
He turned to her expectantly, wanting to disapparate
them again. She was looking at him with
a pissed off expression.
“What are you going to do with
that boy?” she asked in a low tense voice.
He rolled his eyes annoyed. “I’m going to talk to him about all his troubles
and teach him the value of good manners and hard work – what does it fucking
matter?!
The fact that I may have a soft spot for you,
pet, does not make me a nice man.”
She swallowed and turned
away.
He stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and disapparating
them.
The vista when she could see
straight again was even worse than it had been when he brought her to the first
room. It was a small room and more than
a dozen children stood around or sat on the floor. Most were crying. One group of three huddled together.
She looked down at her feet a few metres away where a tiny boy in jean
dungarees sat on the floor with his hands over his face crying at full lung
capacity.
“Oh my God..”
she muttered, distraught.
Rodolphus
didn’t bother with trying to organise the children. He cast the spell for age and then just
levitated the wriggling panicking bodies into order against the wall, dropping
them an inch or so above the floor.
He hadn’t bothered with the shield here.
Hermione followed anxiously as he paced closer to the lined children.
The youngest little girl was only three. A brown haired chubby girl
in a white dress.
The oldest child in the room, was a boy of fourteen. He was small, olive skinned with large green
eyes. She had to think of Draco suddenly.
“This is disgusting” she
exclaimed. “How can
you do this?!”
Rodolphus
turned and glared at her short temperedly.
“It’s not really my taste either. But
needs must.” he responded blandly and turned back.
He sent most of the children away
for the revel but left a terrified blue eyed red haired girl of about six or
seven, a slightly older Indian girl, a pale brown haired boy standing next to
her and the green eyed boy at the end of the line.
He looked at them sceptically.
“Would you consider these ‘pretty’
children?”
Hermione gaped at him.
He shrugged and banished them all.
“Lucius” he explained. He takes a few, but if they aren’t ‘pretty’
he’ll send them back to me and then I have to deal with them.” He looked
uncomfortable. “Small children are
annoying.”
Hermione paled.
“We should do a check now” he
muttered.
She just stood there emptily and
nodded. He walked to her and embraced
her.
“I’d normally apparate but you look a bit green,
pet. Maybe we’ll walk it?”
She didn’t bother responding but
put her arms around him and her head on his shoulder. He held her tightly and looked at her
uncertainly before he apparated them to a corridor like the one Tom had left
them in.
When he flicked his wand torches lit along the length of it. It was a long corridor. He let her go and marched to the closest cell
door at the side, she saw when he opened it that the torch was already burning
inside.
He peered in briefly and closed the door again, moving to the next. She walked slowly after him.
If she stayed a few paces behind
then she couldn’t see in the rooms. She
was fine not seeing in the rooms right now.
Rodolphus
went into the next room however and she went to the door to find him on one
knee next to the blood drenched naked body of a pretty long haired blonde woman
on the floor. He was casting diagnostic spells over her –
although the massive wound across her chest seemed clear enough to Hermione.
“Dolohov”
he snarled. He stood up and stepped
back. “A waste.”
He muttered and banished the woman and the blood, striding past her to the door
and closing it after she exited. A
moment later the door faded into a blank stone wall and then it seemed that the
entire corridor rushed toward them slightly and there was no longer any gap in
the seamless regular line of doors.
Hermione swallowed and, as he’d already walked on to the next door, trailed
after him.
After they had finished that floor
they travelled down the stairs to the one below, where Rodolphus
had to enter several rooms to clean up messes or repair injured or cursed
inhabitants – she noticed he was an excellent healer.
She hadn’t really thought about it when he had patched morel up in minutes but
now, it was clear that he was probably as capable as the average healer at St Mungos in repairing the effects of spell damage and
wounds.
He pressed a kiss to the side of
her forehead as he passed her in the door, leaving the cell where a small black
girl now lay unconscious on her back after he had removed what had looked like
sharp stones embedded deep in her flesh all over her body.
He hadn’t even left any scars.
They continued to the end of the
corridor. Hermione’s feet were starting
to protest. The thin satin slippers the
Dark Lord had put on her were not designed for extended marches through stone corridors.
Rodolphus hesitated at the stairwell.
“You know the next floor are prisoners.
Do you want to see the orange haired boy?”
She made a face. On the one hand she did. She wanted to make sure Ron was ok.. but on the other hand.. she remembered how she’d felt when Ginny had started
screaming at her in the cell and she didn’t want to feel that way again.. especially after everything she’d seen...and done.. today.
Oh how are you, Ron – fine, just hanging around mione. How about you? What did you get up to today?
Not much. Woke up, fucked the Dark Lord in the shower, oh..
and then a vampire who apparently loves menstrual blood made me come more times
than I thought was physically possible and then I watched muggles
be condemned to death, rape and torture for an hour or so, saw a couple of dead
bodies, got a really good look at the effects of some quite rare dark curses and
now I thought I’d pop in and see you. She grimaced.
Rodolphus
was grinning widely. “Your mind is...
entertaining.. pet. And I can make you come a lot more than that..but you begged so nicely for me to stop that I thought I’d
oblige you”
She blushed.
He swaggered over and pulled her against him.
“We could go back to my chamber and I’ll show you how much is..physically possible..”
She shook her head panicked. She didn’t
think she could handle any more of that
today.
He continued to smile in that dark
hungry way and backed her up slowly till she was pressed against the wall.
When he started to kiss her, his fingers stroking down her throat and over the front
of her body, making her shiver delightedly she actually wavered for a moment
and felt the corners of his mouth twist into a smile through the kiss.
He broke it off and looked at her, his midnight blue eyes raw and alight.
She took a shaky breath. “I’d like
to see.. Ron.. if you’ll take me” she said, hoping he wouldn’t be
angry.
He looked at her with a faux pout
and shook his head smirking
“Come on then.”
He was already clattering halfway down the spiral stair and she rushed to catch
up.
The corridor fell to complete
blackness the moment her foot touched the stair and she hurried even more, almost
falling into Rodolphus arms at the next landing. He lifted her and put her on the ground in
the well lit corridor.
“Third door” he said.
She looked back at him as she
walked. “Is ..uh..”
He shook his head
“No.. Potter is somewhere
else. Last I checked he was in a glass
terrarium in a more secure cell. The
Dark Lord might be with him by now though”
She startled.
“I want to go there” she said immediately.
Rodolphus
looked at her as if she was insane. “No
pet. If he wanted you there, you’d be
there.”
She looked at him desperately,
trying to think of something to say to get him to take her there before Tom
killed Harry.
“Ask him! Please..
ask him, ok? “
She felt a bit fevered.
So she was afraid of Harry, she was afraid of Lucius
too and she could live with him continuing to walk around.
He hadn’t known what was happening to him and it was in a sense Tom’s influence
that had made him that way and..
Her mind fabricated more and more
reasons why she shouldn’t just stand back and let Tom kill him
“Please, Rodolphus!!”
she begged urgently.
Harry could be dead by now.
Rodolphus
scowled blackly, unbuttoning the left sleeve of his shirt slowly.
“He’ll punish me for this, pet.. perhaps
I’ll punish you for it later too..”
She paled but continued to entreat him with her eyes. “please..”
Rodolphus
pushed his sleeve up and pressed his wand to the mark on his arm,
concentrating.
After a couple of minutes he appeared to flinch and pulled his sleeve down
again.
“He is angry with me. ...but I’m to bring you to him” he growled,
looking down.
She ran to him, relieved and happy
but he raised his head and snarled at her.
“You were to be mine today for much longer, pet.” He grabbed her and drove her against the wall
hard, she puffed as the breath was knocked out of her somewhat. He was already pressed against her, his mouth
bruising, tongue forcing its way into her unresisting mouth.
He growled threateningly and she shuddered, giving herself over to him, kissing
and sucking as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Mmmm” he purred through the kiss and pulled back, his
mouth moving down her jaw, sharp teeth nipping lightly.
She knew what he wanted and pulled
his face to her throat where he bit down without hesitation, grinding into her
as he lapped.
She wondered how it was even possible that she was still upright after
everything he’d taken today already. He
mumbled something through his sucking and licking but she didnt
catch it.
She felt a bit dizzy, although the way he was rubbing up against her, as she
was pressed to the wall was quite interesting.. if he did it a bit more.. and
harder..
and then he did press harder. He kept going, She felt him healing her just as a
small orgasm burst in her nervous system.
“Blood replenishing potion earlier
pet, he panted, the area around his mouth bloody. And now you need more.”
He pulled her boneless body to him roughly and apparated them to his round
chamber, summoning the bottle from the darkness around the pillows and passing
it to her.
“One mouthful.
No more” he warned.
She complied weakly and felt almost immediately a hundred times better.
Rodolphus
scourgified them both and put his arm around her. She leaned in and curled against him and he stepped back away from her somewhat.
“Pet.. our lord may have no illusions about what we’ve
been doing but..there’s no call to provoke him to
punish me more than he is going to.”
She gulped and stepped to his
side, taking his arm in a polite manner.
“sorry” she murmured.
His hard expression softened
somewhat and he turned, cupping her face in his hand for a moment.
He pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her gently.
Just before he disapparated
them she heard his voice low and soft by her ear.
“Mine..”
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