Disharmony in the Dungeons

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 39 ~ Hermione’s First Summons

Now that Hermione and Severus had come to terms with the ritual, they began to mend. It wasn’t immediate, but a slow gentle rebuilding. They had yet to make love, but the contact was re-established. It was almost as if they were courting again. Their bonding strengthened as they began to plan their retribution on the Dark Lord.

Hermione listened carefully as Severus described the routines of Voldemort. The Dark Lord was extremely paranoid, never slept and let only one deatheater attend him. That deatheater was Peter Pettigrew, the wizard who had betrayed James and Lily Potter, killed a slew of muggles and let Sirius Black take the blame. He went into hiding with the Weasleys, transforming into his animagus form of a rat and living with them for more than twelve years before he was discovered.

Escaping justice, Peter found Lord Voldemort and restored him. He had served as the Dark Lord’s personal aide ever since, preparing the life-sustaining elixir Severus had developed for Voldemort and administering it to him every three days or so. This elixir was the only sustenance the Dark Lord required, and the only thing he ingested. The elixir was the key to his destruction. He was too powerful to risk a direct attack. Tampering with the elixir could weaken him enough so he could be killed either by magical or physical means. Severus was hoping for physical.

It was decided that Hermione would develop a spell as a gift for the Dark Lord, to get into his good graces. They decided it would have to be destructive in order for him to appreciate it. Hermione hated the idea of giving the Dark Lord yet another weapon, but there was no help for it. In the meantime, Severus went to work duplicating Voldemort’s elixir so he and Hermione could work on finding an ingredient that would negate its power. That would be only half the battle. Getting it to the Dark Lord was the other half.

Hermione came up with a plan to do just that, which Severus absolutely hated and at first staunchly refused. Hermione and he bickered over it for days until she finally made him see that it was probably the only way to gain access to the potion. He took it with bad grace but conceded.

Hermione and Severus were in the kitchen preparing dinner when Hermione suddenly cried out and grasped her forearm. The Mark was burning. Voldemort was summoning her. She had to go before him alone. Grimacing, she donned the mask and robes that had been brought to her by a great black owl one morning two weeks ago when they attended breakfast. She grabbed the parchment that held the instructions for the new spell she had developed, and kissing an obviously worried Severus, she disapparated to the Dark Lord.

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Hermione appeared before the Dark Lord’s throne and curtsied, letting her mental walls drop around all things concerning her plans against the dark wizard as she did so.

“My Lord,” she said, straightening.

“Remove your mask, Hermione,” the Dark Lord commanded her.

Hermione stood, lowered her hood and removed her half-mask, shaking out her hair. The Dark Lord drank her in, his red eyes glinting.

“It is good to see you were strong enough to survive the ritual, Hermione. I feared the loss of blood might have done you in. How is your husband?” the Dark Lord lisped. He peered into Hermione’s mind, and she let him see Severus turned away from her, knowing it would please him.

“He is fine, my Lord,” she said, hesitating slightly as if she did not want to talk about him.

“Good,” the Dark Lord replied, “I have had a lab built for you to begin your work for me. I will soon be giving you a list of spells I would like created, describing what each is to do. I would like you to examine the lab and tell Peter what you need to aid you in your work. Your lab is adjacent to Severus’.”

“Thank you my Lord,” Hermione replied, “I have a small gift for you, if you would be kind enough to accept it.”

The Dark Lord’s eyes lit up.

“A gift? What kind of gift?” he asked her excitedly.

“A spell, my Lord. Meant to entertain you. It could come in handy, however,” Hermione said. She took out the parchment. Voldemort motioned for her to approach him. She did and handed him the parchment.

The Dark Lord read it, noting the wand movements. He lifted his wand.

“My Lord,” Hermione said quickly. “I suggest aiming the spell toward an open area.”

Voldemort did so, copying the wand movements written on the parchment and saying the incantation.

A stream of sustained fire erupted from the end of his wand, much like a flamethrower. Delighted, Voldemort swished the stream back and forth, laughing wickedly. Finally, looking at the parchment again, he did the motion that would end the stream. Smiling, he turned to Hermione.

“What a delightful spell, Hermione. It will bring me hours of entertainment, roasting mug…er things,” the Dark Lord said, catching himself. But Hermione knew he meant to say muggles.

“I am glad you like it, my Lord. As I said, it’s just a small gift,” she said, thinking how much she wanted him to die.

Voldemort smiled and clapped his hands. A door opened and Peter Pettigrew walked out. He approached the throne and bowed low.

“Yes my Lord?” he asked, his squinty little eyes flicking toward Hermione then back to the Dark Lord.

“Show Hermione her labs,” the Dark Lord said distractedly. He was memorizing his new spell.

“Yes, my Lord. This way, Hermione,” Peter said politely. He took her through the door he had just left. It opened on a long hallway with doors on either side. He walked her to the second door on the right and opened it, letting her walk through. He surreptiously looked at her curves. Peter had fantasized about the witch since the ritual. He was a brother after all…he could ask her if she would indulge him. Fuck Severus.

Hermione examined the lab. It had the standard equipment, and plenty of space. She looked around, and nodded.

“This is more than adequate,” she said to Peter, but I will need supplies.

“Certainly. Just give me a list of what you need, and I will provide them. I’m the one to come to when you need anything, Hermione,” he said, grinning at her. “I can usually get the Dark Lord to agree to anything. I’m a good wizard to know.”

Hermione arched an eyebrow at him, and leaned back against the counter, her robes falling so they emphasized her full breasts. Peter’s eyes widened at the display.

“Are you really?” Hermione said, her voice dropping low.

Peter cleared his throat. “I can get you anything,” he said.

“Anything? That’s sounds very appealing Peter. My Anything man,” she said, grinning at him a bit sexily.

Peter felt a bit heartened. It seemed Hermione was interested in him. She called him her “Anything man”. That was quite suggestive. His eyes swept over her. He remembered how she looked naked and felt a throb in his pants.

Hermione took a peek in his mind, and saw an image of the fat little wizard fucking her. It was gross. She pulled out quickly. Well, he was definitely interested.

“Er…Hermione, you know as the wife of a deatheater…” Peter began slowly.

“I’m entitled to fuck any brother who appeals to me,” she finished for him, looking at her levelly.

“Yes,” he said sounding strangled.

“And I guess you’re wondering if you appeal to me,” she continued, wanting to gag on her words.

“Yes,” Peter said, holding his breath. He didn’t get to fuck as often as he liked. Being Voldemort’s personal servant did get him some pussy, however. He would certainly like to fuck Hermione. She was his size, and lovely. Most women were taller than he was.

“Well, you do hold quite a powerful position as Voldemort’s personal servant. You have his ear. That is rather appealing. Suffice it to say, Peter, that I don’t find you unappealing…but I think I need to get to know you better before I make a decision,” Hermione said smoothly.

That wasn’t a no. Hm. He would just have to turn on the old Pettigrew charm and be nice to the witch. Maybe she’d give in to him after a few weeks.

“Well, we’ll be working closely together. My own small lab is just down the hall,” he said.

“Really? May I see it?” Hermione asked him, pushing off the counter and approaching him, stopping inches away, and inhaling so her breasts puffed up. Ginny taught her that. Peter’s eyes fell to her chest. He wasn’t supposed to take anyone to his lab, but…hell it couldn’t hurt.

“Certainly,” Peter said. Hermione looped her arm in his, and the smitten wizard guided her down the hall to a door at the end. He opened it and let her in, standing close behind her as she looked around. Basically all he had was a cauldron, a burner, two glass distillers and a number of beakers and containers. Several bottles of ingredients stood on a side counter.

“What do you make here, Peter?” Hermione asked him. She already knew but wanted to see if he would divulge it.

“Voldemort’s elixir. He could not survive without me,” Peter boasted, trying to impress her. Hermione acted very impressed.

“You certainly are important, Peter,” she gushed, hating herself. “A very important man to know. Maybe one day you’d let me watch you work. I LOVE to see a wizard working on potions. It’s kind of a fetish of mine,” she confided, her eyes going a bit hot. “That’s how Severus got me. Doing potions.”

Peter looked at her. So that’s how Snape managed to keep such a luscious witch. He knew they were forced to marry, and wondered why they stayed so. Now he knew. He wasn’t supposed to let anyone in while he prepared Voldemort’s potions, but hell, this was some high-end pussy. Plus, she was working for the Dark Lord too. A fellow lab worker. It shouldn’t be a problem.

“Sure you can watch. I’ll let you know when. It will have to be after you’ve settled into your labs,” he said. Hermione clapped her hands together.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, and steeling herself, she kissed the wizard on his cheek. Peter grinned widely. He was certain he’d have Hermione if he were patient.

Hermione looked at her watch.

“Oh, I need to get back, Peter. I will get you the list of supplies as soon as the Dark Lord lets me know what spells he wants developed,” she said, walking toward the door.

“Fair enough,” Peter said, following her and closing the door securely behind them.

They walked back up the hall and exited into the Throne room.

“Thank you for showing me the labs, Peter,” Hermione said to him, taking his hand. Peter squeezed her fingers firmly.

“You’re welcome. And remember, you need anything, anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask me, Hermione,” he said, lifting her hand and planting a wet kiss on the back of it. Hermione felt like wiping it off against her robes. But that would send the wrong message.

Hermione removed her hand from his, smiled and walked back across the throne room to the Dark Lord, who was busily shooting streams of fire, practicing his aim and adjusting the bursts. He was quite a quick study. Hermione stood safely to the side of his throne.

“My Lord?” she called to him. Voldemort turned and looked at her, a thin smile on his scaly face.

“Yes, Hermione?” he lisped.

“The labs are perfect. As soon as you give me your list of spells, I will let Peter know what I need,” she said.

“Very good, Hermione. You may go,” the Dark Lord said, invoking the fire stream again. He couldn’t wait to try it out on something alive. The next revel would be very interesting.

Hermione grimaced at him and disapparated.

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Severus was in the study pacing when he heard the thunder crack in the bedroom. He ran in and saw Hermione removing her robes, getting out of them as fast as possible. She hated being a deatheater.

Severus grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her all over, as if to see if she had left a part of herself behind. Hermione laughed.

“I’m fine, Severus. He just wanted me to see the lab he had constructed for me,” Hermione said.

“And the spell?” Severus asked, still looking at her worriedly.

“It was like a new toy. He loved it, though I hate to think what he’s going to do with it,” Hermione said with a shudder. “Oh, and I talked with Peter Pettigrew. He showed me his lab.”

Severus’ eyebrows went up with surprise.

“He took you to his lab? Peter never lets anyone back there,” he said, frowning at her slightly.

“Well he let me. It might have had something to do with his wanting to exercise his right as a brother…” she said, keeping her face straight.

“What?” Severus roared, “He asked if he could fuck you? I’ll cut him up like a pig! A fat little pig!”

“You will do no such thing, Severus Snape. We need him. And anyway I held him off. He didn’t ask me directly, more like hinted around at it…said he was a very important wizard, had the Dark Lord’s ear, etc. He told me I could watch him make the Dark Lord’s elixir too,” she said.

Severus’ mouth dropped open. That was a definite no-no. Peter could be killed for letting anyone in the lab when he was distilling the elixir. He scowled at his wife.

“Hermione, what exactly did you do to get Peter to agree to let you in the lab while he was brewing?” he asked her. He trusted his wife, but she was very determined to get Voldemort…she might be capable of anything.

Hermione frowned at him.

“You look like you think I gave him a blowjob or something,” she said, her eyebrows drawn together.

Uh oh. Severus knew he had to defuse this quick.

“No, I don’t think that. I’m just wondering how you persuaded him. He could be killed for letting you in there,” Severus replied.

Hermione looked at her husband. She knew the thought of her doing something to Peter had crossed his mind. Men were so fucking thick.

“I simply told him watching wizards brewing potions turned me on, and it was how you got me,” Hermione said.

Severus frowned. So Peter was letting her in hoping she would get so excited she’d fuck him. He felt like twisting the fat, little wizard’s head off his body. He looked at Hermione, jealousy burning in his breast. Sure, Peter was nothing compared to him, but he still had a cock, and he still wanted to stick it in his wife. Suddenly the Potions Master felt the need to reclaim his territory.

“You know something wife? I think it’s time we re-consummated our marriage. I need to remind you just whom you belong to. I know I agreed to you manipulating Pettigrew, but I’m having a hard time with your flirting. So is little Severus,” he said, his eyes dropping to his quickly tenting robes. “You were too successful, too quickly for my liking.”

Hermione grinned at him.

“Can I help it if I’m good at turning on the sex?” she asked him.

Severus pulled Hermione against him, pressing his erection into her belly.

“No. But I need to remind myself just how good you are at turning it on for me, and only me,” he replied, lifting her up and kissing her roughly before falling on the bed with her.

Sometimes having a jealous wizard for a husband has its perks.

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A/N: Now that’s better. Please review.