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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
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- 27-Ch 27
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- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
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- 38-Ch 38
- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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The scene for Severus
when he apparated in must have appeared like something out of a strange
surrealist painting.�

A beautiful naked boy on a bed
with innocent blue eyes hungrily kissed his beautiful fully clothed twin with
demonic red eyes while a naked blonde seraphim on the floor
bowed and worshipped the act.��

Severus stopped stock still and
stared at the man he loved as he snogged
the hell out of himself.�

It took all of half a minute before he was stripping.� He flicked off the glamour and tossed his
long hair, striding toward the bed.�

�Draco� he acknowledged in passing, ambivalent about the boy�s presence,
divining at once what must have occurred as the beaker on the bedside table
held the residue of a large amount of polyjuice
potion.�

Tom turned as he climbed onto the bed, his red eyes alight with pleasure.� �Delightful, is it not, Severus?� As much as I feel I should severely punish
the boy, I cannot quite manage to work up anger when his actions have led to
this rather unexpected gift.��

Hermione reached up and tugged at
his neck, urging him to kiss her some more.�
Tom waved an impatient hand and his clothing melted away, leaving two
absolutely identical hardened cocks side by side.�

Hermione looked down at Draco, who looked fundamentally conflicted with the situation
before him.�

The other two followed her gaze
and Severus tilted his head as if in inner debate.�

Tom turned to him.� �Decide.��

The young long haired boy�s serious face frowned and he finally turned to Tom.� �It is acceptable if you wish it my Lord�� Draco now looked
petrified.�

�Come here, boy� Tom demanded in a
soft voice.��

Hermione propped herself up on her
elbows and Draco looked between their faces in terror.

�Oh stop� she said.� �You�re ok.�� she looked up at Tom
and raised a perfect eyebrow on his mirrored face seeking confirmation.�

The Dark Lord smirked again.� �I believe
I will not harm him at present.��

Draco inched closer.� �My Lord?� he whispered.��

�He�s not comfortable with Severus
naked� Hermione explained. �we accidentally tried that
first when we mixed the hair up.��

Both men looked piqued by the idea of two Severus..(Severuses? Severi?) too.�

It seemed Severus was not averse to snogging himself
either.� She remembered Draco had been
quite happy to do so in the beginning too.��

The Dark Lord laughed.� �Wonderful.�
Yes.. you do look quite uncomfortable, don�t you, Draco�� he reached out and gripped the boy�s jaw
gently,� stroking his thumb along it for
a moment.��

�Well that will be a suitable punishment I think.�

If you want me to allow Hermione to fuck you, you will suck your..�

�Tom!� Hermione interjected.� �harm?! That does
include psychological harm you know. � don�t ask him to do that.�� Severus looked
somewhat startled too, she noticed.��

Tom appeared to sulk for a moment
� if it were at all possible that a dark lord would do such a thing.�

�well.. he would be more
enjoyable if he weren�t so hung up.� It
limits the configurations possible.� I
merely thought I�d assist him to develop a new perspective.�

After all, his godfather is now to all extents and purposes only a few years
older than him...and by far the
greatest cocksucker I have ever known � although your performance, my dear,
considering it was your first time was also quite phenomenal.��

�Draco?� she asked him
quietly.� �Do you want to stay or
go?� You can leave if you like.��

Tom looked infuriated that she
would unilaterally declare what he would or wouldn�t be prepared to do but he,
astoundingly, said nothing and simply rolled his eyes, turning back to the dark
haired boy opposite him and staring deep into his eyes, sharing some kind of
message.

Severus broke the contact first, looking down and blushing.� Hermione wondered what had been said.�

Draco stood, even in this peculiar
situation, quite content to be unclothed, and looked at them all in turn, his
forehead furrowed in worry. �

He ended up looking at Hermione.. or..
Tom/Hermione and swallowed, looking at her with a longing expression.�

�I�ll stay� he said tersely.��

Tom looked so pleased he practically
clapped his hands in glee.� He accio�ed the polyjuice and a knock from the bathroom door informed him
of its location.� He waved the door open
and the polyjuice sailed out to them.� He filled the beaker with an hour�s measure
of polyjuice and then leaned forward tearing a hair from
Severus long locks.� The potions master
frowned and looked away, folding his arms.�

Draco, who thought that this
beaker was intended for Hermione, looked on with wide horrified eyes.�

When Tom instead passed the beaker in his direction and commanded him to drink
he gaped.�

Severus meanwhile had crawled over
to Hermione/tom and was kneeling beside her with wide splayed knees, baring his
balls for her to lick.� (S)he complied without any compunction.�

Draco held the beaker in his hand
and watched them with an expression somewhere between envy and revulsion.� In the end envy won because he tipped the
beaker back and downed it, sinking to his knees as the cramps took over.�

Tom enlarged the bed to truly
Olympic proportions.� It could now have comfortably slept six.�

When Draco finally pulled himself
back up to look queasily at them all from his knees he was Severus.�

He tugged unfamiliarly at the long black hair falling down below his
shoulders.� Standing up, he performed the
same initial experimentation as Hermione had done, tensing muscles, feeling his
own face.�

He looked and examined his godfather apparently more objectively than before,
as the latter slid his hard cock gently in and out of Hermione/Tom�s lips.�� Tom, meanwhile
stared at him with glittering red eyes.�

�Very good, Draco.� Come here now.��

Draco flinched and climbed on the
bed, nearing the Dark Lord.� When he was
close enough Tom reached out and buried his hand in Draco/Severus� hair,
dragging him forward and kissing him hard.�

Draco gasped at the tongue forcing its way into his mouth.� It was.. the same mouth he�d been kissing for the last hour and a
half but it was at the same time completely different.� Its owner was absolutely familiar with his
body and he kissed in an entirely different way.�

Draco found himself moaning softly as Tom manipulated him down onto his
back.�� The Dark Lord cast the scourgifying
colonic charm and the three other persons on the bed each flinched slightly at
the unexpected invasion.� It was followed
by the internal lubrication charm.� All
three asses became slick.�

Severus was groaning in pleasure.� He had
inverted himself to straddle Hermione/tom�s face and was now fucking down into
her/his throat from above while he slowly stroked her cock.

Tom pulled Draco/Severus legs up
and held them in the air.� He didn�t
bother with preparation but was generous enough to cast an extra lubrication
charm on his own cock before he forced his way into Draco�s passage.�

The boy whimpered, tossing his head slightly at the
discomfort till the Dark Lord had seated himself.� Tom pushed Draco�s legs down against his own
shoulders then, looking at the place where their bodies were joined.�

Severus, as if incited by the image of his lover balls
deep in a twin of himself pulled himself from Hermione�s mouth and moved,
dragging her/him by the legs till he could position her next to Draco.�

He prodded Tom and the latter, now merrily slapping into Draco absently
gestured at Severus, lubricating his cock.�

Severus was more
gentle with Hermione and took his time getting himself inside her,
particularly due to his girth, which was larger than Draco�s.� He leaned down when he was in and kissed her
as he began to move gently inside her.�

She moaned softly and mumbled something like..�love you... good.. mmm.. more..�

He gasped slightly, his eyebrows knitting in consternation at the unfamiliar
but so long desired words coming from the man he loved.�

Lowering himself to her chest he kissed her deeply and fucked her a bit harder,
though nothing like the hard slams that Tom was laying into Draco/Severus.� �

The boy in question was panting and looked like he was thoroughly enjoying it,
his eyes half lidded in lust and toes pointing as he bucked up against the Dark
Lord at each thrust.�

His face was turned and watching Severus and Hermione/Tom kissing and fucking
lovingly with something like curiosity.�

�Tom suddenly leaned down,
mirroring the behaviour of Severus, wrapping his arms around Draco and kissing
him slowly and deeply while he ground his cock into him.� Draco gasped and groaned.��

Tom growled seductively into his ear. �still revolted
by your godfather?�� He punctuated the
question with a thrust that made Draco mewl in pleasure.�

Draco looked up at the Dark Lord confused.�

Tom just smirked and pushed Draco�s legs down to wrap around his hips.� He started licking and nipping his neck..even more effectively than Draco had with Hermione.�

With his head turned, Draco could see that Severus had mirrored the Dark Lord
and was thumping into Hermione/Tom and devouring her neck even as Tom was
his.�

Tom reached out then, sliding his hand between Severus and Hermione�s body
beside him and gripping her cock.�

After a minute�s hesitation Draco watched as Severus mirrored the action and
then he felt his godfather�s hand on his cock and whimpered in pleasure.� The Dark Lord smiled against him and fucked
him a little harder.�

The sensation was undeniable.� He felt himself on the brink of coming.. and then Tom hissed something in parseltongue.�

It was as if the climax hung on the precipice.�
It was that moment where everything was so good that if you just did
whatever you were doing a few seconds longer you�d splinter into bliss.. but the feeling endured.�

Tom fucked him harder and he moaned needily and
almost came.�

The other two in the bed seemed to be experiencing a similar malady.�� Their frustrated whimpers and panting
built.��

Finally, when Tom apparently felt
himself on the very edge he hissed a release and at once, all four of them
tipped over the edge, screaming, groaning or in Tom�s case, laughing.

Severus flopped down next to Hermione, who looked like she�d just experienced
some kind of revelation.� Draco panted
and looked at her with faint longing.�

The Dark Lord had said he could fuck her and then he had fucked him instead.

Tom, resting back against his
heels, his muscles shimmering with sweat chuckled.� �Impatient boy.� First of all � I said she would fuck you.. and secondly.. the evening is young and I can force you all to harden as
often as I choose.��

But at present.. I am ready for a drink and perhaps a
smoke.�

He added, after a moment�s thought.� �except Hermione, of course.��

�So sorry Hermione.� Would you like a sweetie instead� he grinned
sardonically.�

Draco snorted in amusement and she
punched his arm.� �That wasn�t funny,
ferret boy�

he snorted again, sniggering at her weakness so soon after climaxing.�

After that Tom had opened the door
of her room magically and summoned glasses, firewhisky
and cigars and the boys were soon puffing appreciatively, Draco demonstrating
smoke rings and Tom smugly creating more elaborate animated smoke objects to
dance around the young boy�s poor attempts.�

Severus tapped her lightly,
rousing her from her contemplation.� �How
do you like it� he asked quietly.

At first she thought he was asking something like �How was I?� but he added,
clarifying- �being male��

She thought about it.

�It�s very different.� Almost
incomparable.� I like it very
much.� I would like to see what it�s like
to sleep with a girl too.�

Is it very different?��

Tom responded dryly.� �it is very
different, Hermione.� Almost
incomparable.�

Perhaps we will allow Severus or Draco to polyjuice
into your form.� Do you think you could
face pleasuring yourself?� ..�

She quirked at the phrasing but
sobered again quickly.� �I..don�t know.. actually.� She said
unsure.�

She wasn�t particularly self confident about her appearance.� She thought looking at herself
in such a way might only contribute to the complexes she knew she already had. �

Tom asked� lazily �Who wants to play Hermione?� Two hands shot in the air.�

�Oh.. look at that.. Well it
appears you will have to face it.� I�ll
grant them both their wish and we will take them seven ways from Sunday.��

Both Severuses seemed to shiver slightly in anticipation.�

�But first..
prove you�re over your little complex, Draco.� I want you
to kiss Severus.�� He smirked..

�If you impress me, perhaps I�ll allow you to play with one other in Hermione�s
body.�

�Hey!!� she threw at him.� �Watch it or I�ll
go and find a nice dress to put on while I�m wearing your body.��

Tom seemed to find this threat amusing.��

�I�m waiting� he nodded at the two
Severus�.� Get up and do it over there. �Standing. �Where we can watch you.��

Draco and Severus eyed each other
dubiously.� �Severus lifted an eyebrow
and Draco set his mouth in a line of resignation.� To Hermione�s surprise they both peeled
themselves off the bed and loped wearily over to the space in front of the bed
that Tom had indicated.�

They stood there a bit uncomfortably, their eyes flicking from Tom to each
other, every so often drifting by way of Hermione.��

After a while Severus said, as if to the room at large..
�Nothing that happens tonight will ever be mentioned to anyone not currently
present.�

Tom nodded.� Hermione shrugged � it wasn�t as if she had a
lot of people to tell � although, she realised Lucius
would HATE this.�

Tom turned to her with an admonishing look.�
�No.� he said quietly.�

Draco/Severus seemed to be
nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot.� Finally Severus just turned, grabbed the
younger (identical) boy by the waist, dragged him against his body and
plastered his mouth to his.�

Hermione could see his tongue working in Draco�s mouth.�

The faux Severus stood, off balance for a few moments, being vigorously snogged, until he brought his arms up and wrapped them
around the other mans neck, pulling him even harder against his mouth and
participating in the kiss passionately.�

�..Hot.� Hermione murmured quietly
at the two mirror images twined together.�

�Mmm aren�t they.� Tom agreed.� �Isn�t it a good thing we didn�t listen to
your Gryffindor moral objections at the start?��

She debated this momentarily and decided Tom was an arse.�

He sniggered and turned to her, dragging her around till he was between her
legs and then leaning forward, scooping her up till she was straddling him �
his own likeness, knees bent, his arms holding her in
place.�

Her body felt unaccountably hard against his and it was very pleasant.�

She hoped he would want to play games like this again sometime.� He grinned and kissed her.�

�Are you in any discomfort?� he asked.� She
shook her head.� �Severus was very
gentle� she whispered.�

Tom�s eyes darkened.�

�I ..won�t
be.� Do you want it?��

She swallowed and nodded.��

He smirked darkly and maneuvered her on the bed till she was on her hands and
knees facing� Severus
and Draco.�

She was astounded.�� Since she had last
seen them, one man had dropped to his knees and was now sucking the other.�

It took her a few seconds to decipher from the voice that was moaning that it
was Severus on his knees and that Draco was almost in conniptions.� Severus was playing him back and forth,
bringing him to the brink and then cooling him down.�

Draco/Severus had his hand in Severus hair and was trying to force the man to
let him come but Severus was having none of it.��

Tom ran his hand down her spine
and she shivered.� He did it again and it
felt different. Like an electric jolt that sunk into her. �She wondered what he�d done.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear in a cruel tone �I think I�m going to
just fuck you through the muck that Severus already left in you, you don�t
mind, do you, mudblood?!� You�re already
filth, after all��

She knew she should probably be
indignant now, but instead it just turned her on more.� �No my Lord� she murmured back.�

�very
good my little whore.� Put me inside you��

She shivered.� The words sounded familiar
somehow but she couldn�t place it.

She lowered her face to the
mattress, putting her cheek against it and reached past her dangling, hardening
penis between her spread knees to place Tom�s cock against her ass.�

He leaned forward slightly and she pushed back while simultaneously trying to
force his cock into her with her hand.�

She realised he hadn�t used the lubrication charm this time and just in that
second he bucked forward, forcing himself through her tight ring. She yelped.�

Tom laughed low and put his hands
on her shoulders, pulling her up and forcing himself deeper into her.�

She whimpered at the burning feeling as he dragged himself as deep into her as
he could get.�

He leaned over her back, his back and
wrapped his arms around her, one around her chest and the other tightly over
her collarbone, against her neck.�

It felt uncomfortable against her throat and she realised that it was an adams apple that he was pressing
against.�

He turned his head to whisper
darkly in her ear �I�m going to tear you open, Hermione.� And you�re going to love it..You�ll scream for more.��

She found herself whispering excitedly �Yes my Lord.� Fuck me.��

He bit her neck hard and it hurt
but it just got her hotter and she writhed, tightening her ass against the hard
post deep inside her.�

He rocked his hips teasingly and she whined.�
�please...�
please � He chuckled..

�Good girl� and reached beneath her to stroke over her hard cock, squeezing it
roughly in his hand and then bent his head and hissed in parseltongue very
quietly into her ear, his eyes focused on Draco.�

At once Hermione was invaded by
sensation.� She felt like she could come
at any second.. the pleasure
was so overwhelming and unexpected that she panicked.

Draco�s pleasure..

she was feeling the sensation of a mouth around her.. the disembodied foreign pleasure, unable to be controlled
was frightening. �

Tom placed his hand on the base of her spine and she felt a rush of..need, ache, desperate lust.� She tried to buck back onto Tom�s cock but he
held her firmly in place, his face next to hers, his breath on her cheek.�

�Beg me, mudblood� he spat.� She started to plead, helplessly.� She needed him to move now.� When she begged him pitifully, calling him
master, he finally pulled back suddenly and slammed into her.� As he�d said it would, it did rip her,
painfully, but she was beyond caring.�
She fought, trying to get him to do it again.�

Finally he relented and started to pound her over and over, laying into her
with a vengeance.� She just screamed out
in pleasure and begged him to do it harder..more.. completely lost to the sensation of her pain mixed with Draco�s
unsustainable pleasure.�

Tom, who had been leaning back,
gripping her pelvis and driving himself into her as hard as he could, leaned
forward again and whispered in her other ear�
�whose are you?�� She moaned
�yours�... he hissed

�tell me the name of the one who you belong to.�� And she turned her head and purred �Lord Voldemort.�� His smile was feral and he knocked her knees
wider, forcing her to strain to prevent herself from slipping into a splits that her body was in no way inclined to
stretch to accommodate.�

It changed the angle of his fucking and every blow struck across her prostate,
making her yell in joyful surprise.�

She felt his arm tighten on her throat and found it hard to breathe.�

He whispered in her ear �Your pain
would please me � will you have it?�� She
screamed excitedly �yes! YES!! Anything for you, my Lord.��

He whispered a charm and her battered anal muscles cramped and closed
tightly.� It hurt and she yowled as he
ploughed through the resistance, panting in enjoyment.�

He cast a silent charm that she didn�t notice till his hand gripped her cock
again and where his skin touched, prickled in pain as if she were fucking into
a bag of broken glass rather than his fist.�
He chuckled nastily.�

�Do you want to come?� he asked.

�She whimpered and sobbed.� Yes.. yes she did.�
Please.� Please my Lord.�� He forced her face down into the mattress as
she gasped and moaned and howled in the blend of agony and pleasure.�

Finally he placed his left hand on the base of her spine while his charmed
right hand continued to stroke her in time with his fucking.� �crucio� he whispered and she screamed at the top of her lungs in
unexpected overload as her climax broke her apart with the force of a
supernova.

She woke slowly, feeling arms
wrapped around her, holding her gently, rocking slightly.�� She looked up and Tom was leaning over
her.� They was his arms around her.�

She frowned.� She had the feeling that she should be angry
about something but couldn�t remember why.�

�did you do something?� she asked suspiciously.��

The gorgeous evil bastard smirked.� �I
merely enhanced your inner masochist somewhat, little one.� You were magnificent.� I am pleased.�

But it is enough.� I want my troublesome,
interesting Hermione back now.�� He
brushed curly hair away from her face..� She felt that was strange somehow � but
obviously it wasn�t.� Then it all came
back to her.�

�I�m me again!� She exclaimed with
a groan.��

He looked surprised.� �Do you not wish to be?�

She shook her head, to say he didn�t
understand.� �It means that when i take the polyjuice it will hurt
again.�

If you take it in the form it is set for it doesn�t feel bad at all.��

Draco and Severus appeared in her peripheral vision. Draco was back to normal,
his blond hair hanging silkily around his face. They were sitting next to one
another.�

Quite..close.. to one another
actually she thought.�

She watched as Draco looked at the
young long black haired man next to him with a strange deferential look.�

Her eyes widened slightly.�

Draco inched forward to touch her
and Tom bent over her slightly looking at him with a hard glare of
challenge.�

He backed off.�

She frowned and pushed Tom up
slightly and turned her head to Draco and Severus.� �Are you ok?��
she asked them both uncertainly.��

Draco swallowed and nodded, somewhat surprised himself. ��I don�t think I could handle it if he wore
the glamour.. but when he
doesn�t talk I can...almost... see him as just a guy.

Severus next to him looked affronted.� �just?� he sniped.�

Severus seemed to have less
trouble with touching the blonde haired Draco then the latter had with him. �

He reached out, transfixed and played the blond hair through his fingers
slightly.� Draco looked at him slightly
unnerved. �

Hermione wondered how long she had
been out for Draco�s polyjuice to have run out.

�A short while� Tom said quietly.� �But
you are quite alright now.� The added
bonus of polyjuice is that as your body returns to
its original state, the nerve damage caused by the cruciatus is neutralizaed � hence why I allowed you to remain
unconscious until you had transformed.��

She frowned at him �� you cruciated me!!��

He smiled.� �Yes.. and it was extremely satisfying at that moment.� You..pleased me
greatly.� I had not considered this
avenue of use for polyjuice.� After your sensitive reaction the first time
I have been holding off on cruciating you.�

Now.. I know that if you infuriate me too greatly I
can force you to transform and cruciate you to my
heart�s content without needing to be concerned with any irritating recovery
period or long term damage

...well..
other than psychological possibly� he added, a faint
smirk on his lips.� She looked at him
warily.�

�But.. you wouldn�t..would you?��

the red eyed boy tilted his head at her
speculatively.� He leaned over her and
brushed his lips over her forehead.�

�we shall see, my dear.. but
perhaps you would do well to keep it in mind the next time you decide to
impersonate me and fuck someone I have set to guard you.��

She looked down and mumbled ��it seemed
like a good idea at the time.� We had had
a lot to drink.� Sorry.��

Tom looked at Draco accusingly,
who paled.� �You said to comfort her, my
Lord. She looks pretty calm now.� Hasn�t thought about Potter in hours.� �

As if a switch had been flicked in
her mind she gasped.

�Harry!� I don�t believe it � I really
did forget all about him.�� She looked up
at Tom urgently and tried to push herself up to sit upright.� He held her in her half reclined position in
his arms.�

She demanded. �Is he ok?� what happened?��

Tom looked up at Draco with
narrowed eyes.�� The boy swallowed and
cowered babbling that he was sorry. �

�Severus.� Remain here with Draco.�� Tom growled, conjuring a black robe around himself with an absent gesture.�

He gathered Hermione up into his arms, which she eagerly accepted, wrapping her
arms around his neck and clinging to him. The glamour shimmered over him,
causing Draco to shudder and look away, just before he
disapparated with her.��

They appeared in the torchlit round room where a bloodsoaked
mass lay on the floor.� Rodolphus was standing over him, but the vampire looked
tired.�

She jumped in shock and held Tom
more tightly when she saw Lucius Malfoy lying back
against the black sofa with a cognac snifter in his hand, watching Rodolphus.�

He, like Rodolphus was drenched in blood and other
fluids from top to bottom of his robes, which had originally been silver-grey.�

Hermione struggled wanting Tom to disapparate away from Lucius with
her.� She was naked.. she didnt want to be here.�

Except when she looked at him, it
wasn�t Tom at all but the pale serpent with cold merciless expression.�

Lucius
tilted his head back and noticed them, his eyes going to her immediately and
crawling over her. He rose from the couch and fell to his knees, looking up at
them both.� �My Lord� he
acknowledged.� �The boy has refused to
speak.� He is..less
amenable to physical means of persuasion than most I�ve seen.��

She gripped the black robed muscle
of the Dark Lord�s shoulders with cramped fingers as Lucius
looked her over with interest.�

Voldemort scowled and turned to the huddled mass on the floor.� �Harry..� I�ve brought your little friend back to
visit.� Won�t you say hello and tell her
how well we have been treating you.� She
was concerned, apparently.�

The pile of bloody flesh on the
floor twitched and made a wet gluggy sound.�

�I believe that may have been a
greeting my dear.�� Voldemort freed the
hand around her back now that she held his shoulders tightly and gestured at
the form on the floor.� It levitated and
unfolded, gristly wet snapping sounds punctuating the wet choking scream that
emanated from a face that was unrecognisable to Hermione.�

Harry was one mass of bruised split torn flesh, both eyes swollen closed, his
lips torn and puffed to several times their size.� His nose and ears were bloody shreds.�

She screamed and struggled, trying
to get Voldemort to release her, sobbing helplessly.�

Rodolphus
started toward� her
but Voldemort hissed �stay where you are.��

He silenced her sobs and took her
to the couch Lucius had been on, dropping her gently
onto it, where she curled herself into a protective ball and shook, looking at
the ruined form of Harry from over her knees, blind to the rest of the room
now.�

Lucius, from his knees on the floor next to her got
an eyeful of her body, exposed with her knees up like this.� His gaze wandered with reserved enjoyment
from her frantic tears to the pink flesh at eye level.��

Voldemort had wandered closer to Harry.�� Tell me what spell you used and i may allow you to speak with her� he said coldly.� The meaty face shook faintly.��

�heal him� he demanded.� ��

A moment later he turned and disapparated, leaving her there.�

Lucius
reached out for her and Rodolphus was immediately
there, his hand around the man�s wrist, a snarl on his face.�� The vampire kicked Lucius
away as if he were a bag of leaves and scooped her up.�

She cried silently, clinging to him, her eyes going to Harry,
uncomprehending.�

The arms around her were rigid and
tense.� He growled, barely intelligible,
at Lucius.� �heal the boy� and disapparated
with her into his own room.�

His growl when they got there was inhuman, his words barely strung
together.�

�in there..
blood..Potter.. forbidden..hours...you!..�� his arms tightened around her crushingly.� �smell good.� Pet.. need..�

She felt them both topple clumsily
to the pillows and Rodolphus head was snuffling over
her skin..biting her here ..there..
sucking at the blood but rabidly moving on to bite her
again somewhere else.� The more he bit
her, the more he seemed to become crazed.�
He ripped her legs open and clamped his arms around her, thrusting his
face into her pussy where her blood had started to run again since she�d been
back in her own body. �His sounds were
like an animal with a bone.

She screamed when he bit her there..sucking,
trying to get at the source of the scent.�

She lay
limply feeling blood trailing from several points on her body while Rodolphus slurped greedily at the mess he�d made of her
most sensitive area.�

She had stopped crying after the initial shock.�
The blood loss actually felt good.�
It took away the pressure in her head and the felt she deserved the pain
for eating and bathing and having sex while her former friend was transformed
into that mass of quivering exposed flesh.��

The crack made her look up and Voldemort
stood there in a black robe, fuming.�

He became even more enraged when he saw the defiled state she was in and the hunched
rabid form of the vampire between her thighs.��

He gestured with a clawed hand and Rodolphus was
ripped off her, he crashed into the opposite wall.� But a moment later he had thrown himself back
across the space and fallen upon her again, biting.� His eyes mad with hunger.�

Voldemort seemed shocked and
ripped him off her again, holding him in midair, his face, mouth and arms
smeared in blood, to thrash and reach for her desperately.�

Rodolphus
roared, incapable of forming words.�

Voldemort walked around him inspecting
him with a curious expression. ��You have
never been so out of control my servant.�
And you disobeyed a direct order I gave you.� What has happened I wonder.��

Rodolphus,
realising on some level that he could not reach her, had started to lick his
fingers and hands clean, rubbing them over his face to scoop more blood to his
mouth.� He looked wild.�

She had sat up, dribbling blood from multiple places over her body.�

�I think being in a room with Harry
and the blood for so long affected him.�
And.. I have my period you know.. and you left me there��

Voldemort looked at her, bemused.�

�Hermione.. The man is practically surrounded by blood
all day every day.� He has never reacted
this way before.�

And he saw you this morning.� He seemed
quite composed when he brought you to me.�

What happened earlier today when you were with him?!��

He stalked over and tilted her
head up and she felt him prod around in her mind and pull up the memory.�

After he had watched it he turned back to the hanging mindless creature,
thoughtful.� He sighed slightly.�

�I do not have any information
about whether creatures like vampires, succubi, other
energy feeders, might be differentially affected by feeding from a
conduit.� I had presumed without your
magic you were as any other innocent young girl.� That he was drawn to the purity in your
blood, nothing more.. that he
was attached now, since you had become a blood slave.��

�But perhaps that was a false assumption.�
His need for you seems only to have increased now that you are no longer
virginal. He is reacting to something else
in your blood.��

�This-..� he gestured in disgust
at the twitchy man who had now finished licking his arms clean and removed most
of the blood from his face and neck, his eyes fixed on her with a burning need

�- this.. is not normal.��

He cast an elaborate spell aloud,
using his wand and a large silver cage appeared in the room, with a steel
base.�

He vanished three of the bars in the front and levitated the man inside,
restoring the bars when he was within.�

As soon as he released the
levitation charm and Rodolphus hit the steel base of
the cage he rocketed forward, pressing himself violently against the bars and
stretching his arms through, pulling them back and trying to bend the
bars.�

There was a hissing sound and faint grey smoke rose wherever his flesh touched
them.�

Hermione struggled to her feet,
still bleeding.� �Stop!!� Stop him!�
He�s hurting himself.� Stop it Tom!�
she cried urgently.�

Voldemort rolled his eyes at
her.� �He will� heal.�
They do.� Irritatingly quickly.� It makes disciplining him an exhausting
endeavour��

He looked her over and sang soft healing spells, closing her bite wounds, then
led her back to the blood drenched pillows and laid her down to carefully heal
between her legs, with a tutting frown on his
face.� �

In between healing her, he cast crucio absently over
his shoulder at the struggling vampire.� Rodolphus neither cried out nor fell down but clenched
himself against the bars as if he were facing into a wind.�

The Dark Lord, noticing the
absence of sound turned and blinked in surprise.�

He finished healing her and
stalked away to the cage.� Hermione dug
through the pillows looking for the tampons Rodolphus
had had earlier, finding them and applying one carefully, tucking the string
out of sight in as far as it was possible to do so.��

She saw Tom was casting the cruciatus over and over with increasing vigour at a
barely affected Rodolphus with growing concern.� �

Pulling herself up from the
pillows with difficulty she rushed over. �Stop!!�� she demanded,
upset.��

He looked at her as if she were
mad.� �Are you seeing something different
to myself, Hermione� he asked incredulously.�

�It is of concern that the cruciatus,
which has always been quite effective against Rodolphus,
now appears to merely tickle.��

He broke off the curse however, looking at the man stunned who stood pressed at
the bars, smoke rising from his flesh, not fighting any longer but not tearing
his eyes away from Hermione either.�

�Could you ..um..
can I have some clothes please� she said
uncomfortably.�

Tom summoned one of the dry cushions from the back of the pile and transfigured
it into a black robe, scourgifying her before he gave it to her.�

�I don�t know what�s wrong with him� she said slowly, sitting down on the floor
in front of his cage.�

As she lowered herself, Rodolphus crouched down too,
his head tilted in animal curiosity, till they both sat on the floor on either
side of the bars.�

�Calm... good..� she soothed.� �it�s ok now.� as if
she were talking to an animal.�� Tom
looked down at her aghast.�

She reached her hand out slowly
toward the bars and before Tom could stop her Rodolphus
arm had lashed out and grabbed her, dragging her arm back through the
bars.�

She yelped and yelled �NO!.� No!� stop! Rodolphus!��

Tom had his wand out and pointed through the bars but Rodolphus
had stopped, looking at her.� His eyes
darted to the Dark Lord and the wand and then back to her, dark eyebrows
furrowed.�

He slowly very slowly brought her hand to his mouth and she pre-empted Toms
curse �No!.. don�t Tom.
Wait��

Rodolphus
licked her knuckles gently.� It evoked
the impression somewhat of a dog.�

�He shuffled closer to the bars, pressing
his head to them.� She winced at the
hissing burning flesh. and reached with her other hand
forward to push his head back.��

He let her shift him.� She stroked the
blackened burn on his face but it was already fading.

Tom looked disturbed and paced
away from the cage, pacing back and forth agitatedly.�� She could hear him muttering.� �and now Draco Malfoy? And Lucius? what is-..�

He spun and stalked back over to her, leaning over her and glowering in a
threatening revolted manner.�

He raised his wand and pointed it
at her face.�

She jerked back and Rodolphus in the cage cried out thickly �Master.. No!��

Toms head whirled to glare at him now, his wand still raised at her.� She gaped up at him, confused.�

What the hell had she done?!�

�So you remember that I am your Master
now, do you� he spat at the vampire.�

Rodolphus
gravelled out, with difficulty as if he was trying to remember how to speak.
�Yes.� I am sorry my Lord.� I ..lost control..of the hunger.� It
will not happen again��

Tom did not seem interested in this at all.�
His eyes were back on Hermione.�

�I believe I have made a grave
error� he said quietly, through gritted teeth.�
�I did not have sufficient information.�
I may have underestimated.. I may not have
fully grasped the reasoning behind why those of your kind were killed in the
past��

Hermione gasped, afraid and hurt
by the sudden coldness and the things he was saying.�

�Tom..� she begged, unsure what she was begging for
exactly.� Him to stop
scaring her.� Him
to hold her.��

He stepped two paces back from her
and the next thing she knew a flash of red made the world fade away.

She woke abruptly, sitting bolt
upright and looking around.� She was in a
small room, lying on a single bed against a wall.�

A candelabra with eight endless candles burned on a
small table beside the bed.� On the far
side of the room a small bookcase held ten or twelve books.�

There were two doors, one in the opposite and one in the right wall.��

She got up and tried each of
them.�

The first was locked.� Not a good sign.�

The second led to a small bathroom with a single torch on the wall.� Inside was a toilet
and a shower.� A black fluffy towel hung
beside the shower.�

That was all.�

No mirrors, no vanity.�

She went back to the other room,
looking around.�

No wardrobe, no chairs.� A bed and some books.�

Returning to the bed and sitting
down she tried to stay calm.� Tried to
think of what she might have done to upset Tom.�
Because she�d tried to stop him from cursing Rodolphus?� Because she�d questioned him regarding Harry?��

Because she�d...well because she�d messed up bigtime
when she got drunk with Draco..� He hadn�t seemed that angry at the time but.. she was in a cell again.� She had to have done something!�

It looked different to the last
one.� The stone of the walls was
different.�� The roof was plaster.�

It didnt look like the cells.� She thought, worried, about whether Rodolphus was alright.. whether Harry was..and Draco.. even Ron.�

They were all probably not in Tom�s good books.��

She waited and waited but nobody
came.�

There was no window.� No way to tell what time it was.��

Eventually she got tired and
climbed into bed, clutching onto the pillow and closing her eyes, worried about
what this meant.

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