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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
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They took an alternate route than the one she had followed
with the Dark Lord.� She assumed that
they were circling around the large ballroom where the party still held
sway.� Idly she wondered if many of her
former classmates had been at the party.�

If Lucius Malfoy had been there, was Draco perhaps
also there, with his little contingent of Slytherin thugs?�

�Yes� Rodolphus responded once
again to her thoughts.� �Draco is there
somewhere. Many of your classmates are there too. Some you might be surprised
over.� When the battle was won, not
everyone chose to fight to the death.�
Some surrendered.��

�Of those who wished to change sides.. a small measure were accepted and some have probably found
their way into the ball.� Many more only
claimed to want to serve him.��

�You will have noticed by now how difficult it is to lie to Him.� Those that tried.. � �perhaps we�ll visit
some of them now.. if you like... if I think you are
able to obey me and restrain yourself from foolishness.��

�As you are a Gryffindor, I don�t hold much hope.��

His hand gripped hers more tightly and he increased his
pace.�

Coming to a wide spiral staircase in rough hewn dark stone
at the end of the corridor they descended into the depths.�

At several points along their slow spiralling descent they passed landings
leading off into shadowy corridors, the temperature dropping slightly at each
level.� Eventually they reached the bottom
of the stair.�

Here there was no corridor, merely a small landing with a large door that
looked much like a freezer door in a butchery.�

Metallic, it had a large hooklike
lever which Rodolphus pulled and held while he
dragged the apparently quite heavy door open. �

It was peculiarly physical for such a magical environment. Other doors here had
opened by themselves.

Inside, the temperature was arctic. White trails of frozen
air curled and wreathed out of the dark interior like phantom tentacles. ��

Hermione shivered and wrapped her free hand around herself, her breath ghosting
in the air in front of her as she clutched the sleeves of her robe closed.�

The room, as she soon noticed, was a morgue. �

�This room is not as often.� Rodolphus
gravelly voice supplied at her side.�

�Before the end of the war, Severus was one of the few using it � there are
many potions, as you no doubt know,
that require various ingredients from human or animal carcasses and in some
cases those cadavers cannot be placed in stasis.� The room was considerably smaller then,
obviously.� Now, however, it is apparently
being used to store some of your former compatriots. I am not altogether sure
why the Dark Lord would bother with such a thing.��

He paused and then continued, seemingly musing to himself �Perhaps
he has done it for you.� After all.. there is no need for this ..fuss �
these bodies could be kept in stasis anywhere on the grounds.� This.. cold metal room, these objects.. it
is all a muggle thing i�m sure.� He grimaced, a faint
disgust colouring his features momentarily, before he brightened again.�

�Feel free to take a look.�
I�ll wait for you here.�� his expression
shifted and he displayed a sly parody of reverence�

�I�d hate to ruin the special moment for you, mudblood�

Hermione hesitated.�
She scanned the large shadowy room, all silvery metal and blue
plastic.�

Rodolphus was right.�
This was entirely unnatural. Wizards didn�t use bodybags.
They didn�t do autopsies.� This was like
a personal little house of horrors setup just for her.�

She felt apprehensive.�

She had been to the morgue at the county general hospital
when her parents had been killed by Voldemort at the beginning of the
year.� She had had to identify their
bodies.� It had been the only time she
had ever seen such a place and the memories of that day were coming back to her
strongly now..

her hands shook.�

She didn�t want to leave the relative safety of the
door.� Even the proximity of the large-framed,
cruelly smirking form of Rodolphus, half cloaked in
shadow and half in the light from the door, was preferable to stepping into the
darker� expanse of the room;� nearing those metal gurneys.�

There were so many of them.�

Were they all from
the battle?� How many of her friends were
here?� Was Harry here??!� She had to know.. but she was afraid.�

What if she opened one of those zips and saw her mother or father�s face.� Or what if one of the
bodies moved.� Or what..� her
mind supplied more and more horrible scenarios.�

What if she opened the zipper and saw her mother�s still
perfect avada�d face and then she opened dead eyes
and tried to climb out of the bag and get her and.. what
if Rodolphus then left and closed her in here and.. and..�

She was shaking all over now.�

She had to make herself do this. She was being silly.� It was important to know which of her friends
were definitely dead;

She swallowed- her throat painfully dry and glanced
surreptitiously at Rodolphus, standing, arms folded,
leaning impatiently upon his back leg, tapping his other foot slowly.� �w-will you come
with me?� ... p-please??..�
she could hear the pathetic pleading in her voice but there was just no way
around it.� She had to do this and she
just could Not do it alone.��

He huffed in apparent irritation �Weak!� Come on then child.� I�ll protect you from
all the horrible dead things.��

He gripped her roughly by her upper arm again and dragged
her forward to the first gurney, tearing the zipper abruptly downward and claffing the bag for her to see.�

She breathed out in relief.� It was
nobody she knew.�

A man, he was covered in cuts and his face seemed to be partially crushed but
he had apparently been scourgified as his flesh was pale and clinically clean.

Of course, that was the way bodies looked in a morgue, she reminded herself.� Have to get the whole image perfect, of
course.� Couldnt
spoil the full horrifying effect of the display.�

Rodolphus nodded and moved to the
next one, not bothering to even zip the bag back up on the first body.�

Hermione was disturbed by this whole scene but it was..somehow..
manageable now.�
The next three bodies passed the same way.� Rodolphus briefly showing her the contents then dragging her on.� Until he reached the fourth
and Hermione was suddenly faced with her former headmistress.�

Minerva McGonagall�s face was pinched in the angles of
extreme pain.� Her blanched skin was
peppered in thousands of tiny black dots, like pinholes.�

Hermione gasped and a painful wave of sorrow and regret hit her.� She had somehow hoped that it had all been a
lie and her friends and allies were somewhere out there, plotting to rescue her
from the Dark Lord�s clutches.�

A last glance at the woman who had been a constantly reassuring presence over
the last six years of Hermione�s life and Rodolphus
was already dragging her on.�

She knew she would never see Professor McGonagall again.�

Due, largely to Rodolphus
impatience and brusque businesslike presentation of each cadaver to her eyes,
they progressed through the room quite swiftly but there were just..so many bodies.�

She was shocked several times when the plastic swept aside and revealed the
face of a classmate, someone seemingly too young to be laid out in this
manner.�

Little Colin Creevey looked like he was
sleeping.� Perhaps he had been Avada�d, his face was so peaceful.�

Padma Patil was horribly
burnt, her beautiful hair that Hermione had occasionally envied now wisps.�

Some faces she recognised only faintly � perhaps people from Hogsmeade.�

They came then to two bodies that barely needed to be
viewed.� The very small shape was clearly
professor Flitwick while the very large one obviously
Hagrid.

She felt the tears dropping off her cheeks but it hardly seemed to her that she
was crying.�

There were so so many of
them.� She felt numb at the sight of
it.�

Rodolphus looked openly angry
now.� She tried to stop the tears from
falling but it was no good.� The entire
situation just hit her like a bludger to the chest
and she couldn�t prevent it.�

Her vision blurred till she couldn�t make out the faces that were being showed
to her as he dragged her along, and it was good.� She didn�t want to know anymore.� It was fine.�
Someone just give her a nice list and she�d take their word for it and
there would be no need to go on with this.�

Without warning she felt herself tugged forward against a
warm solid surface and arms held her. Completely bewildered
now she let herself fall against Rodolphus chest to
cry.� She let him hold her.�

His hand was stroking her back comfortingly now and she felt his head descend
to lean against the top of her own.�

She felt.. protected.

While she focused on him she could forget where she was standing, forget what
was happening.� The..things..
around her.�
No.� They were people!� They were people she had known and loved in
some cases!�

How could she be standing here in front of them being embraced and comforted by
a death eater.�
It was sick.�

She felt Rodolphus press his
heated lips against the side of her forehead.�
His arms were tighter now.�

The hand that had been stroking her back slid up to grip the
back of her neck gently while the other was slung around her waist and pulled
her still closer against his body.� What
had been comforting suddenly twisted and became threatening..
she struggled against him, trying to pull back and
pushing at his body with her hands but it had no effect.�

His hand at her neck wandered still further up, burying
itself in her long hair then tightening and yanking her head back
forcefully.� She cried out, blinking back
her blurry vision and Rodolphus mouth crashed down
upon her own hungrily.�

His kisses were bruising and he held her head in place with his fisted hand in
her hair.�

His tongue sought entry into her mouth and she tried to turn
away, panicking and kicking at him with her legs.�

The hand at her waist suddenly dug into her side painfully and she gasped, his
tongue immediately invading her mouth and tangling with her own, exploring and
tasting her.�

She felt a strange fluttery queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.� His mouth refused to let hers go as he ran
his tongue across her lips and nipped at them gently.

The hand fisted in her hair loosened gradually as she began to respond to his
kisses, feeling sick and wrong but unable to prevent herself from reacting to
the sensations rushing through her.�

She had never been kissed like this before.�

She had kissed Ron a few times, before he decided he�d
rather be with Lavender after all, but it was nothing like this. �

Kissing Rodolphus was maddening.
It seemed to cut right through her higher brain function and hijack her free
will.� He was literally taking her breath
away and she felt dizzy from it.�

He began to kiss along her jaw roughly, the hand that had been holding her hair
now sweeping her curls aside as his slightly scratchy face slipped down to her
neck; kissing down the column of her throat.

She felt her breath speeding now, fast and shallow and when
he nipped at her she couldn�t suppress a faint moan.�

He smiled against her skin, the hand at her waist gliding
down across her ass and squeezing appreciatively, then pulling her even more
tightly against him, where she could now feel a weight pressing against her
lower abdomen..

He had an erection!�

This new information managed somehow to cut through the things his mouth was
doing to her neck and now to her earlobe..oh.. that was so good.� Why
had she been missing out on this all the time over the last year.�

He nipped her more sharply and it was even better.�

She gasped and turned her face toward his, seeking out his lips, thrusting her
own tongue into his mouth.�

His eyes glittered with pleasure at her response to him and
she felt his hand cup her breast through her robes.�

He ground his erection into her suddenly as she sucked on his tongue and once
again she was suddenly aware of her surroundings and felt like she had been
kicked.. oh god.�

She was in a morgue surrounded by dead friends snogging a death eater who probably killed at least a few
of these people and if she didn�t stop now she was going to be losing her
virginity to said death eater in dark creepy morgue surrounded by all the
people she had fought alongside.

A traitorous corner of the back of her mind supplied �not
just a death eater..an undeniably animalistically
arousing death eater whose skin was very very warm in
this freezing room and who had not, so far seemed to want to physically harm her
� something that should perhaps not be taken for granted when she was obviously
alone here and completely at the mercy of everyone around her.��

NO!� No.� This was wrong.� This couldn�t be.� No!�
She began to pull back again and fight him.�

Surprisingly, this time he let her, removing his hand from
her ass and breast and stepping back, empty hands raised, smirking, as if to
say ��Far be it from me to force you�.�

She panted and tried to regain her senses, half turning away from him.� But that only brought her to face another
cadaver.� She turned again, closing her
eyes.�

�Can..can we just leave here?� she
asked. �Please??�� Her throat felt
raw.�

�Naturally, pet� Rodolphus
growled, not unkindly. �We�re only here for your benefit. It doesn�t matter to
me. You could have simply asked which of your friends and acquaintances could
be found in this room and we could have been done with it. I�ve been well
informed who might be of interest to you here.��

Her eyes flicked open and she glared at him, ��incandescent rage flooding through her.�

This was all a big joke.�

This.. cruelty.. it was all unquestionably arranged purely to amuse the Dark
Lord - If he wasn�t actually watching somehow then he�d probably observe the
memory later.� Ugh.� Sickening.� And he�d see her kissing Rodolphus
too.�

At this she felt again like she�d been kicked in the stomach.

He would see her kissing the dark
haired death eater. Merlin. Why did that thought make
her feel like throwing up? �

Her knees actually felt weak.�

She hid it by stomping toward the door.�

�fine� she spat.�

She turned and Rodolphus was
watching her, obviously watching not only her rage but the accompanying
internal rant and he looked like it was the funniest thing he had seen all
day.� He was grinning broadly.�

�Can we go now?� she threw at him.�

�By all means, pet��

She was already starting up the stairs as she heard the door
snick shut below.�

She stamped against the stone, wishing she could just ..hit ...someone.�
The Dark Lord?�
Rodolphus?� She wasn�t sure.. aargh.� How she felt now...� why
would they do that?!� It served no
purpose.� It was elaborate and just plain
nasty.�

She stomped onward and upward till a hot implacable hand
gripped her forearm and stopped her.

Rodolphus expression was like
thunder.� �you
will not walk away from me, mudblood.�
Irrespective how �offended� you may think yourself to be. �You forget your place yet again.��

She slumped.. her
fury dripping away slowly into despair.� �why..?� she asked plaintively.� �why did you do
that?�

Rodolphus was up the two steps
separating them in a heartbeat and, flicking his wand she found herself thrown
against the curved wall of the staircase and held there, her wrists ground into
the stone by invisible shackles.

She gasped up at his face in shock, it was contorted
into a mask of rage.�

�why??!�

�You ridiculous little whore, haven�t you realised where you are yet?��

�Here is no why!� You
have come to the end of all your �whys�. This is the time of �because�.� Things will happen to you now
whether you want them or not, no matter if the Dark Lord might be amusing himself
by suggesting you control some aspect of your fate.� Take it from me, you do not.��

�Even your..so called..choice � do you really think he will freely allow you to
choose?� You will end up choosing what he
wants.�

As he spoke he had been moving closer and now his face was
only centimetres from her own once again.�

She felt his hot, faintly sweet, breath against her lips and furrowed her brows
in confusion.�

She wanted him to kiss her again.� Why
did she feel this way?! She shouldn�t want that, should she?!� This whole situation was fucked up.�

As if in response to her desire he moved still closer to her.. brushing his lips against her
own but not kissing her.�

�what you need to ask yourself, ..pet.., is whether you are angry because you were frightened
and hurt at facing your dead..pals.. in such a painful
way....�� He curled his tongue and licked
her bottom lip, his eyes flicking between her mouth and her eyes, now fixed on
him needily.� She
bit her lip to ease the tingle he set off there.

�..and maybe it was purely for His amusement..��

Placing his hands on the wall either side of her head, he
held his body apart from her, tracing the curve of her lips with the very tip
of his tongue..�
She moaned and strained her head forward trying to capture his
mouth.� He retreated in response, keeping
his distance and teasing her with tiny butterfly kisses and flicks of his
tongue.�

�or... and this is the interesting
question.. were you only really upset when you suddenly realised the Dark Lord would see what you did of your own..�

lick,

�free�

he kissed her lightly

�..will..�

he nipped at her bottom lip and she moaned.. straining
forward again. He pulled back out of her reach

�and would know you desired me..�

his voice was low and rough, his eyes dark and penetrating. She shivered at the
fluttery sensation inside her as he bent his head forward again, this time
brushing it against the side of her face, his lips resting against the curve of
her ear as he growled softly �and if we had been anywhere else but that room,�

He turned slightly toward her and inhaled deeply, seemingly breathing in her
scent and then sliding his cheek back along her own to gaze into her unfocused
half lidded eyes, watching her pant

�you would have ..eagerly. continued.�

�he kissed
her hard now, bruising her lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth before
pulling back again abruptly.�

He stepped away entirely now, getting distance between them and turning slightly.�

�and that is the only �why� you
should be concerning your pretty
little head with at the moment.. not why did you do
that, or even � why do i like this? But why does it
bother you so much if the Dark Lord
should know?�

His voice sounded faintly bitter. �

He turned away completely, flicking his wand impatiently and
she fell forward off the wall, his hand finding and gripping her wrist and
tugging her forward up the steps to the next landing where they exited the
staircase.�

They walked along a very dark spartan
stone corridor with nondescript black doors set into the walls at every five
metres or so.� Eventually he slowed and
stopped in front of a door, much like each other door and appeared to be
engaged in internal debate.�

She looked at him meekly.�
It felt like she had done something wrong and he was angry with
her.�

�I�m sorry� she whispered, confused and feeling somehow dazed..foggy.�

He turned to her, his expression alternating between
irritated and regretful. �its
alright ..pet.�
I�m just wondering how much I can trust you to behave yourself and do as
I tell you.�

He released her wrist that he had been crushing absent
awareness and made a vague unceremonious gesture around them. �

�Welcome to the lower levels.� I am the keeper of these floors and, other
than at the command of the Dark Lord, I decide who may enter one of these cells.��

�Many prisoners are kept here for interrogation � and that is the floor upon which
we find ourselves now.� �

�Floors above this house ...�toys� � willing..unwilling.�
He shrugged.� �Some are disposable and
some..less so.��

�If you choose to join me here, I don�t know whether you
would become an ..assistant.. of
sorts.. to me or others.. or
just another warm body in a room.�

He watched her shudder.��

�It would be better for you to work for me... however, if
you come here and find you can not �face yourself� or
�stand your conscience� or some other such rubbish, you will soon find yourself
living inside one of these rooms.�

�Your conscience would be soothed through your agony and tears with the
knowledge that you were back among your friends and allies sharing their
burden.��

�If that is what
you most deeply desire� at this his eyes flared slightly, glittering at her
blackly �then maybe the Dark Lord will grant your wish. However.. down here-,�

He gestured expansively as if to encompass the ominous corridor with its
endless doors

�-life is a revel that does not end. There may be short respites, but the pain
and shame go on and on.� You do not die
unless the Dark Lord wishes it so.��

�..While some in these halls will die before the week
is out, several before the end of this night, Some of the ..guests.. here�

His mouth twisted sardonically in a parody of Lord Voldemorts
reproof of Lucius� behaviour,

�-have been here for years. They will
never see the outside of their room again.��

Hermione�s eyes widened at the thought as her eyes scanned
down the corridor ahead of them.. it
stretched into the darkness further than she could see, and behind them there
were dozens of rooms too.�

�Are there people in all
of these rooms?�

He nodded. �the castle adds or
removes cells on these corridors to meet needs��

�are my friends in some of these
rooms??!� she blurted urgently.

He smiled broadly� �yes pet, many of your friends are in these rooms.�

She rounded on him, shocked and a slightly desperate shine
in her eyes and he regarded her evenly.�

�Are you thinking about freeing them?�
Trying to persuade me to free
them?��

�I�ve been nice to you, pet, haven�t
I? �Surely I�ll want to help you sleep
well at night by defying the Dark Lord, renouncing my self-selected duty and
reigniting a magical war? And then we could run away together and watch
sunsets, hm?�
No??�� Well perhaps you could overpower
me then...� He snorted.

�you need to reconcile yourself to your situation,
mudblood.� I am growing tired of
reminding you over and over again how you can best survive.�

He appeared to reach a decision and gripped her wrist
firmly, about turning them and dragging her back to the stairs.�

They climbed another two levels and exited the stairwell in
a corridor identical to the last they had been in.�

Rodolphus tugged her down the corridor and stopped
abruptly next to a door.� Placing his
hand on it, it flashed green momentarily and slid open.�

He tossed her inside.�

The door closed and It was pitch
black.�

Hermione stayed exactly where she was � she hadn�t been able
to see what was in this room before he shoved her inside.� She tried to breathe shallowly and listen to
see if she was alone.�� Goosebumps prickled
her arms.�

Without warning a hand curled around her ankle.�

She shrieked and leapt backward, only to feel arms wrapped
around her, holding her still.�

Screaming in blind panic, she heard Rodolphus
voice growl into her ear �hush�.�

Immediately she stopped struggling and backed up against him as far as she
could trying to get away from whatever or whoever was
in front of her.

�Theres someone
else in here!!� They touched me..� she whispered, turning her head and trying to see
him.�

�Yes.� I told you. All
of these rooms are occupied. This floor contains only
...�toys�. Calm yourself now.��

He released her, not unkindly, and shook his wand, casting a lumos. �A torch high on the wall flared into
life.�

In the flickering orange light she could now see a huddled
figure.� They had obviously retreated
into the far corner at her shrieking.�

The room was empty of all furniture. A mere stone box with a hole in the floor
for waste.��

�Get up and show yourself to our guest Morel� Rodolphus growled.�

The person in the corner flinched but unhesitatingly
unfolded themselves and stood up.�

It was a woman � completely naked.� She
had long straggly black curly hair and deep shadows beneath her eyes in a
narrow, pale, fine featured face.� She
could have been twenty two or thirty two, it was hard to tell.

Her slender frame had obviously once been beautiful but now scars covered most
of her sallow skin, her breasts hanging in the limpness common to recovery from
emaciation.�

Hermione thought to herself that she actually looked a
little like Bellatrix, without the insane overconfident nastiness.�

She had seen Bellatrix fall in the battle before she had been taken.� It had been Neville � and for a moment she
had felt such happiness for him � that he had finally gained his revenge - that
she almost missed a curse speeding her way.�

When she could next look up, Neville was gone. She couldn�t see if he had
fallen or not.�

Even if he had � at least that crazed harridan was dead.�

She remembered the look on Bellatrix�s
face above her as she had crucio�d her the night that
they were captured during their hunt for the horcruxes.� The woman was spitting and cackling in her
madness while Hermione writhed,
biting her lips and tongue to ribbons to stop herself from giving the witch the
satisfaction of her screams.�

No � she did not
feel any sympathy for Bellatrix lestrange. �She was an insane bitch.�

This woman,
however, just looked resigned. �She
didn�t raise her eyes from the floor, not even to see who the new �guest�
was.� She simply stood passively waiting.

Hermione blinked and looked at Rodolphus
uncertainly.� He was grinning lazily,
enjoying her discomfort.�

He flicked his wand and a pair of manacles dropped from the ceiling in the
centre of the room, jangling and clinking slightly as they bounced. �He sauntered to them, opening them and
glancing at the now trembling woman in the corner.

�Well?� Are you
waiting for an engraved invitation.� Get your arse over here, my pretty.� Its time to play.��

Morel did not respond, or look up, but walked unflinchingly to him and raised
her arms for him to shackle her.� �

Hermione was concerned. Was she supposed to stand here and
watch this woman be tortured now?

Rodolphus smirked at her evily as he walked around the woman in the manner of one
inspecting cattle. Touching here, pinching there.�

Finally he stopped behind the woman, looking at Hermione through the gap
between the woman�s hanging head and her upraised arm and slung his arms
casually around her hips, linking his fingers over her abdomen and balancing
his head upon her shoulder; leaning his head against hers in a parody of a lovers
embrace.�

His smile was something in a dark alley at night.�

�You are going to ..assist.. me, pet.� Whether you feel uncomfortable
about it right now, or not.�

His teeth flashed at her.�
�you like ..choices,
right?� I will give you choices.� If you refuse the choice before you, then I will choose.� Does that sound like a fun game?�

Hermione gaped.� �No!� I don�t want to play! �Don�t try to make me hurt her!! I wont.�

This was met with a slow sour look. �She fidgeted on the spot, taking a step back. ��

�..please??� she whimpered now. �I know this isn�t the
place for me.. We don�t need to do this.. Please don�t do
this!!�.

Rodolphus snarled abruptly.� �No?� You
are a little buzzkill,
aren�t you!� Alright.� I�ll make it absolutely painless for you, pet.. Do you want
that?� No pain?�

she nodded mutely.�

His smile held no mirth whatsoever.

�Fine. You make the choice and I�ll carry it out.� You can
simply stand there and watch.� No
involvement whatsoever..��

Hermione hesitated.�
This really wasn�t any better, as far as she could tell.� She would still be directing torture.

�Now, pet.. You really are beginning
to get on my last nerve.. How much compromise do you want, you demanding little chit!.� The entire buffet
is being laid out for you by the Dark Lord, and you refuse the smallest of
bites.� Its ..impolite.�

He ran his hands up the front of the chained woman�s body slowly as he spoke,
his eyes fixed on Hermione as he fondled her breasts.� Morel�s nipples perked under Rodolphus� ministrations and a brief but irrationally intense
rush of jealousy washed over Hermione.�

�Fine� she ground out.�

Rodolphus grinned, abundantly
pleased and pinched his prop�s nipples brutally, causing her to gasp softly,
while he fixated Hermione.

�Good pet.� Now, do you think that our Morel here should be
pleased or punished?��

He dropped one of his hands from the woman�s breasts to trail down her body
lightly stroking toward the small thatch of black curls at the apex of her
thighs.�

Hermione hesitated, watching his hand move over the pallid
skin.� She knew she should obviously say �pleased�. ��It was the only right thing to do.� She wouldn�t be responsible for hurting this
woman!� It was an out.

How could she even think of
condemning some random poor wretch of a woman to torture?!� That was sick!
�

But as she watched Rodolphus slide his warm hands
over the bared flesh, gliding down and stroking her thatch of dark hair, his
fingers slipping between her lips and stroking her..so
tenderly.. and Morel moaned softly, bucking her hips
lightly against the hand at her core, �again that wave of completely irrational
jealousy flooded her mind.�

She couldn�t watch this.. Didn�t
want to see the man who�d kissed her.. who she�d had to admit she was reluctantly attracted to..sleep with this woman..�
She couldn�t!� Fuck.� She was so confused. �How did she get to this moment?�

Rodolphus hand was dipping deeper
now and it was obvious he was penetrating the woman with two of his
fingers.�

Her head had fallen back and leaned limp against his, her eyes closed and she
panted, bucking her hips in time with his fingers.�

�Punished� Hermione whispered.. and immediately he withdrew his hands and stepped away from
her, grinning evily.�

�Mmm.. very good pet.. I knew you had it in you..�

Hermione reeled, considering if she could take it back.

�No.� The death eater rumbled. �Decisions are final� he
smirked.�

�Where to begin?� he sighed like a man contemplating a difficult construction.�

�Lets start with something you can
wrap your mind around.� Stinging hex or conjunctivitis curse?�� Neither is permanently damaging.� Do you want our lovely little volunteer here
to watch you or should we close her baby blue�s for tonight?��

Hermione considered.�
The stinging hex was really more irritating
than painful, while the conjunctivitis was actually quite unpleasant.� It hurt a lot and the victims eyes became
crusted with unsightly scabs.� It had to
be healed, whereas the effects of the stinging hex were transient and faded by
themselves. She wouldn�t have to hope the woman would be healed later.� It really wasn�t a difficult choice.�

�Stinging hex� she responded.�

Rodolphus appeared to sigh.. �Still trying to avoid the task before
you.� Suit yourself.� It was your choice.� However you should know that there are many stinging hexes.� Not just the one used by schoolchildren��

He turned and flung his wand at the woman muttering vespis reddo!. �

The woman jerked on her chains yelping and whimpering as red
raised welts began to appear all over her body.�

Hermione translated quickly ..�repeating
wasps?�

Rodolphus smirked.� �Yes.� One of the more uncomfortable stinging hexes.� Each of the welts will feel like it is being
stung repeatedly, for several hours if not healed.��

The woman was writhing and twitching slightly on her feet
now, whimpering at the red painful welts still continuing to appear everywhere..on her breasts, face, inner thighs.. in
pain no matter how she stood.

Hermione felt sorry for her and guilty at her own actions.� If she had chosen the conjunctivitis hex the
pain would have been far less than this.��
Rodolphus seemed in much brighter spirits
however.�

�Next choice, little assistant.� Whip or horsehair flogger?
�� He gestured vaguely
at the wall and a large selection of implements materialised there.� �which are they?�
she asked.� He pointed.�

The whip was a long braided leather affair.� It looked quite formidable.� She wondered what it would look like for Rodolphus to wield it.�
She had never seen a real whip before.�
Wasn�t it something for cowboys or circuses?�

She looked at the other implement Rodolphus was
pointing out � it was a shorter thing.� A
seemingly soft black ponytail emerged from a leather handle.� That didn�t look too bad.� �That one� she pointed.� �

Rodolphus grinned evily and Hermione was sure that she�d somehow made the
worse choice again.� It was all over his
face.�

He picked up the flogger and raised his arm, bringing the flogger down quite
gently against the bound woman�s back.

She shrieked in
pain and he raised his arm again, quite unaffected by her now frantic movement
trying to avoid him.�

The light black ponytail came down lightly upon her back and ass and thighs
over and over again while she screamed fit to burst an eardrum.�

Hermione had stepped back further and further while she
screamed and now her back was pressed against the door.�

She didn�t want this.� This woman was
obviously in agony.� The flogger must be
cursed in some way - Rodolphus was not hitting her
hard at all.�

�The flagrare
hex, pet.� Objects cursed with it
burn flesh when they touch it� Rodolphus supplied
helpfully.�

�oh� she responded numbly.�

Rodolphus seemed to have finished
burning the now pitifully sobbing woman and was returning the flogger to its
place.�

He returned to morel and forced her to shuffle around to display her blistered
and stung back, ass and thighs.�

It looked like agony.�
The skin had broken open in several places and wept a thin puss.�

Hermione swallowed, uncomfortably.� Turning her eyes back to Rodolphus
he smirked again.� He ran his hands
across morels body and now, instead of moaning she flinched jerkily with each
movement, whimpering through her sobs.�

He looked at Hermione speculatively, still smirking.� �You�re doing so well, pet.� I�m pleased.�
Shall I heal her now and then fuck her, or shall we play some more with
the diffindo on her?�
Perhaps take off a few fingers, toes, maybe her nipples..� He eyed the woman�s body like a sculptor considering
where to take off the next knock. �

Hermione shot him a shocked disgusted look and he scowled.�

�Oh stop looking so offended by everything princess, I�ll make
it a lot easier for you..� I�m going to
fuck her now with partial healing or later after a lot more play..without.� You are going to watch either way.��

She struggled not to visibly pout and remained silent.

�You dont want me to fuck her at
all, do you pet?� he said, almost compassionately� �But you�re also not willing to just
admit that you�d rather I strung you up and fucked you instead of her.� Thats fine. But you
were a little cocktease earlier and i�m going to want to relieve some frustration on our lovely
Morel here if you want to be sure you reach your next destination..intact..� She�s
always up for it, as you saw.��

�Don�t worry.. i�ll still give you a choice� He grinned devilishly
and Hermione�s stomach sank.�

After all that he was going to make her watch him fuck the woman anyway.� And now it would be worse. �She�d contributed to the poor creature�s pain,
whether she wanted to admit it or not.�
She could have just watched her get fucked in the beginning and gnashed
her teeth quietly and been done with it.�

Why did she even care?�
She didn�t even know this man � she didn�t want to know this man � this was someone who would literally kill
you as soon as look at you.� He cursed
women for the pleasure of seeing them in pain and he had hurt this woman on a
whim, simply to illustrate a point:�

Choices were an illusion.� She�d end up
with the option that he wanted in the
end, no matter what she chose.� It was
just a matter of the length of the journey and the amount of suffering along
the way.�

She wondered suddenly what Voldemort wanted her to do.� Clearly Rodolphus
was implying that there was an already defined and determined goal for her in
mind and that she was going to be brought around to select it for herself
somehow.�

She doubted that it involved becoming Rodolphus
little helper.

He sniggered

�No...although it would be good if you did.� Given enough time.. and more patience than i have
right now, maybe I could bring you around to my way of thinking and we could
have real fun together.�

Hermione privately debated that.

Rodolphus rolled his eyes and
sneered.� �killjoy
mudblood..� Choose..
Now or later.��

She didn�t pretend to misunderstand.� �now� she muttered,
defeated, looking away.�

She heard him whispering healing charms, his wand moving across morel, who was dangling from her wrists with her head hanging.� A charm flicked toward the manacles and the
woman dropped like a sack of potatoes onto her knees, crumpling.�� She watched him now again as he grabbed
morel roughly by her hair and pulled her up onto her knees, yanking her forward
�and holding her till she braced her
hands on the ground and remained in the position he wanted.�

He looked back at Hermione again, his eyes dark and mouth
twisted into a smirk.�

�Sure you wont take her place,
mudblood?�

She shook her head frantically, her eyes wide and pressed
herself back into the door harder when he stalked up to her, slamming his hand
against the wood next to her head and making her flinch and blink.� Moving his face close to hers he brushed his
cheek to hers gently for a second before pulling away and staring off to the
side angrily. �

�Do you even know
who you�re saving it for, pet?� You think
I�m cruel.. ..well..Maybe you�re
right.. but I could be so tender to you.� ...Better than him...� You�d enjoy it.. I
could make you burn with pleasure.��

�All you have to do is give yourself to me.. and you�ll be mine.. and I can
protect you a little from him��

He sounded almost sad and Hermione was scared.� What was he talking about?

�...You smell... so...sweet!!�
he growled and his face swung around again and he pressed into her, inhaling
her skin again and dropping his mouth to her neck. ��I can almost..taste..you�

She shuddered as she felt his tongue running up her throat
and he nipped her lightly over her pulse point.. and then harder.� She
felt his mouth widen against her and then he hissed and jerked away, pushing
himself off her and stepping several paces back, his right hand pressed against
his left forearm, scowling blackly.��

She watched him warily as he turned and quickly shed his
robes, tossing them aside. Beneath he wore nothing but brown leather pants and
a large knife in a sheath on his belt.�
His chest and abdomen were well defined and the front of his leathers
was definitely straining, his cock embossed impressively in a thick line along
his thigh.� Hermione gulped and tried to
ogle him less blatantly.�

He noticed nonetheless and smirked bitterly.�
�I�m glad I meet your approval... pet..� he
stood, his hand stroking lightly over the front of his pants.� �Would you rather I fuck the toy in her cunt
or her arse?� His eyes narrowed, sliding suggestively over Hermione�s
body.�

�Do what you want� she whispered.� �I don�t care�.�

He barked a laugh.� �I
think you do care.. but
�neither� wasn�t an option, was it?!�� He
hesitated..

�If you come over here, pet, I�ll let you suck me off and I
wont fuck her.� I promise.�

Hermione closed her eyes, gulping. �Some insane part of her just wanted to fly
over there and climb this man like a tree. It made no sense.� She�d never felt anything as irrational.� It was like being drunk

�no� she breathed.�

He roared in rage and turned away. �Not even bothering to undo his belt he ripped
down his fly and pulled his cock out, pumping it angrily in his hand a couple
of times.�

Hermione hadn�t seen the male anatomy in person before.. just in books.. but she thought he might be unusually large.

It would probably hurt a lot to be with him.�
She had no doubt he could use his body like a weapon when he wanted.

He dropped quickly to his knees behind the passively waiting
black haired woman and thrust into her without ceremony.�

Morel yelped and arched away from him.� He grabbed a handful of her hair and her hip
and dragged her back, pumping into her brutally.� The woman was soon moving with him, panting
and moaning and he fucked her harder still, driving into her like he was trying
to beat her.�

Hermione couldn�t draw her eye away from him.� He was like a thing possessed.� Dark rage written across his face.. his back beginning to faintly
gloss in a shimmer of sweat.� She could
see the muscles in his arse through the leather, tightening rhythmically on
each thrust.

He was gorgeous.�

He leaned forward over morels back now, spooning into her
and wrapping his muscled arms around her shoulders, bracing her to get leverage
to pound her even harder and now she yelped again every so often between the
moans, rocking back against him, her head dropping and her back arching as she
neared her climax.�

Hermione realised she really did wish it was her under him.�

He sat up slightly, slowing his strokes..�

�Last choice, mudblood� he panted, half turning to her, his
eyes unfocused and mouth slack. �Crucio or avada?��

Hermione gasped.� He
was going to torture this woman now??!� Kill her NOW?.. was he a necrophiliac or something?

His laughter sounded slightly breathless.� �When I come.. not now..�

he slowed further and circled his hips, teasing the woman who clearly wanted
him to slam into her some more, her own climax so close.�

His breathing was smoother and he explained further �You have no reason to know
this pet, but when the human body dies under Avada Kedavra, the inner muscles
tighten wonderfully..
its a very satisfying
feeling.�

She had actually thought it might be something like
that.� �Crucio� she said tonelessly.

He smirked.� �.. Pet.. you are far too uptight��

He flicked his wrist and held his wand again, pointing it� at the spine of
the woman undulating below him needily.�

He didn�t need to speak the curse aloud, it was obvious
he had cast it by the screams and fits of the woman beneath him.� He had leaned down to spoon her again,
wrapping one arm beneath her breasts and the other across her collarbone,
holding her firmly fixed while she screeched and gurgled and struggled.�

Rodolphus groaned now, fucking the writhing woman gently, and the sound
seemed to race up Hermione�s spine and ignite her..� She no longer wanted to be that woman in
agony beneath him but there was something so raw, so violent and sensuous about
his brutality that she couldn�t help but feel a mindless pull toward him.�

She wanted him to moan like that for her.. without torture...�
She knew she was wet and it was hard not to press her thighs together
and try to staunch the ache she felt now.�

She wanted to drag her robe up and touch herself to the image before her.� He was..so... this
was so... not like her.� It was insane.. and cloying and hot.. �

Rodolphus seemed to raise his
head, sniffing at the air and glancing toward her, his eyes crazed.�

She watched dazed as he pulled the woman, now only weakly struggling, down
further against him and laid his head into the crook of her neck.�

He seemed to nuzzle at her a moment gently and then he
suddenly bit down upon her neck.�

This was not a love bite.

Hermione struggled to rouse herself from her stupor as Rodolphus once again began to thrust hard into the pale Bella
doll beneath him, his mouth now firmly affixed to her neck, he was sucking and
slurping and her blood dripped down onto the floor.�

She started moaning again now..and he growled deep in
his throat pounding into her.� Her urgent
moans reached a crescendo and she screamed her climax, her arms collapsing
bonelessly.�

Rodolphus continued to hold her in
place, slamming into her while he drained her, �his eyes slipping closed in bliss as he
neared his own peak.�

He let her throat fall away, the lower half of his face red and dripping with
Morel�s blood and� dropped the woman to
the ground, gripping her hips roughly and throwing himself into her rapidly
now, soon roaring in exultation, his head thrown back, eyes clenched shut and bloody
mouth wide.�

No sooner was he done than he pushed the woman off his cock
by her hips, leaving her in a crumpled pile on the floor, and rose, seeming to bound with energy now. �He scourgified himself and turned away,
slipping his softening cock back into his pants and zipping up.�

Glancing sideways at Hermione, he bent to retrieve his robe,
scourgifying it too before slipping it back on and fastening it once more.� ��He
stalked over to her as she cowered away from him against the door and scowled
at her darkly.�

�Oh Merlin�s saggy fucking nuts. Stop that.� You are as safe now as you were with me in
the stairwell or down in the cold room.� Safer in fact.� You
are no longer walking around obliviously with a hungry, blue-balled vampire on
your arm.� If I were going to hurt you.. I would have done it by now, stupid wench.��

�The Dark Lord is going to have my fucking hide for keeping
you this long� he growled.� �I was
supposed to pass you off to Lucius long before we
came in here.�

Hermione who had seen reason at his argument and
straightened hesitantly now tensed again.�

�No!! �I don�t want to
go with him.. He scares me.�

She grimaced at him.

�Dont leave me alone with him, please?� Take me somewhere else.� Take me to professor Snape..
but not Lucius.��

�He�s going to do something to me, I know it.� It doesn�t matter to me what he does for Lord
Vo.. for the Dark Lord here
or how nice it might be � I don�t want to do it if he�s part of it. �I will never
choose him.��

Rodolphus appeared to consider
this plea carefully.�� It was the Dark
Lord�s order...� he said hesitantly.�

Hermione could guess what that meant.� It meant - so unfortunate, but he would leave
her with Lucius anyway.�

�Thats not what I said, mudblood..� he snarled angrily

�You try my patience.� What I meant was
that if I do not take you to Lucius and instead take you somewhere else.. I will be severely
punished for it.� I would prefer not to
be at the end of the Dark Lord�s wand tonight, I am feeling quite relaxed at
the moment.

�What I may
perhaps get away with doing is taking a poor exhausted little mudslut to the Dark Lord so that she might beg him on her
knees to allow her to postpone her other plans for the evening and retire for
the night as she is so very tired
from the terrible traumatic experiences in the dungeons.��

Hermione brightened.�
�yes!�
Please!.�
That!� Thank you!�� She smiled, immeasurably relieved.�

The death eater turned and regarded the woman still crumpled
on the floor.�

�Such a pity.. I was too greedy
tonight.� It was your scent everywhere.. your arousal.. My hunger was too
great to stop with a little taste.� And now I�ve gone and broken her..�

�She reminded me a little of my Bella.. at least in her looks.�
Bella was never that obliging.. not even before her fixation with the Dark Lord.� ... still � it can�t
be helped now�

He pointed his wand at the woman and vanished
her body.�

�Perhaps I�ll find another Bella doll and take a bit more
care with her.��

He turned back to Hermione who was still trying to process
the idea that this woman had apparently died because her presence had been overpowering to the man in front of her.�

That couldn�t be her fault somehow, surely.�

She didn�t want to come in the room, she didn�t want him to fuck her, she had wanted to leave the entire time.�

It wasn�t fair to blame her.�

And then to say he�d just �get another one�, like people
were some kind of midnight snack that could be refreshed at the supermarket
when one had time to pick up some more.� �

�Was Morel her real name?� she asked.�

Rodolphus shrugged.

�Its the name she told me.� She was just a muggle.� They usually have names like Jane or Sarah or
Kate, I�ve found.� Who knows now.� She�s gone.� It doesn�t matter anymore.� It never mattered.��

He touched the door and it slid open for them to pass
through.� The corridor was as dark and
empty as before.� Hermione felt
momentarily disorientated. She had no idea which direction they�d come
from.��

Rodolphus had his wand out and was touching it to his
dark mark.�� He reached absently for her
hand and she let him take it.�

They walked back to the stairwell and climbed, returning to
the portrait corridors that eventually led somewhere around here to the Dark
Lord�s chambers, Hermione recalled.��

They turned the corner and almost ran into Lucius Malfoy walking, in a high degree of strop, in the
opposite direction.�

He drew back and bristled.�
�Rodolphus!� Where the blazes have you been hiding?� I�ve been waiting for you to bring me the..� her..
for over an hour.�
I was just coming to find you.�

Lucius advanced again aggressively, reaching his hand
out imperiously.� �Enough of this foolishness, give her to me and you can sculk
off back down to your crypt�

Hermione shrank back, trying not to press herself into Rodolphus too obviously in her effort to not be passed to
the blond cruel mouthed aristocrat before them.�

�I was taking her to the Dark Lord, Lucius�
Rodolphus responded calmly �he has already been
informed and awaits us.��

Lucius appeared to be very close
to stamping his foot in colic at the idea that he would not get to take Hermione.�

�But he may let you take her after we have spoken to him, perhaps you want to wait outside his chambers?� �

Lucius seemed slightly mollified
at this.� �Let us visit the Dark Lord
then.� We shall see what he has to say
about this.�

He turned on his heel and strode off down the chamber

�Well, come along. �You are wasting my time which could be far better
spent.��

Hermione shuddered at how he might choose to spend his time
given half a chance.��

They reached the Dark Lord�s chambers and Lucius knocked briskly.�

The door opened of its own accord, displaying the dim study
room that Hermione had seen earlier, where the Dark Lord was visible, in his
wingback chair, apparently reading.�

He looked up with mild irritation as Lucius swept in
with a face like a lawyer approaching the bench.�

�My Lord.� he began, bowing deeply. �I have found Rodolphus.� He has
been hiding somewhere with the mu..Miss Granger.� Now he refuses to relinquish her to me.� Have I misunderstood your orders,
master?��

Rodolphus entered the room with
measured steps, still holding Hermione�s hand.�
He bowed respectfully at the Dark Lord and glanced sidelong pointedly at
Hermione who jumped slightly and promptly dropped to her knees, bowing low and
prostrating herself before Lord Voldemort.�

�Oh well done, Rodolphus!� the
Dark Lord clapped his hands softly.� �It
does appear that you have had a beneficial effect on Miss Grangers
attitude.� That almost looked uncoached.�

He sighed.� �I�m sure if I give you the
chance you�ll have her begging me for my mark in no time.�

On the floor, Hermione flinched and struggled against the
inner turmoil this provoked.� �think about Lucius!� she berated
herself.� �you
don�t want to be alone with Lucius do you?� It�s just pride.� You don�t have to mean it.� It�s just a bit of posturing.� A show of respect.��

This last idea grated against her a little.�
Respect the Dark Lord.. when
she knew her friends were in cells being tortured as she knelt here before
him.� Oh it was a bitter pill.�

Immediately, she could actually feel the atmosphere turn frosty and heard Rodolphus
groan softly beside her. �Mudblood, you just don�t learn, do you..��

�Rodolphus, you may leave� the
Dark Lord hissed.�

Rodolphus hesitated a fraction of
a second but turned�
and quietly departed the room.�

Lucius exalted in response, tossing his hair over his
shoulder and preening in triumph.�

�Lucius..
you will also leave us.� I will send you the mudblood in the morning,
I believe.� I need to
..correct.. some misconceptions she is
labouring under.��

Lucius managed to train his face
into something faintly resembling graciousness to a blind man that had had
graciousness described to him and bowed once again.� �yes my Lord, Good
night�� He clicked his heels before
withdrawing.�
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