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Necessary Sacrifices	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 31254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When Hermione dragged herself through the portrait hours
later she was exhausted.�

Who knew it was so much work making large batches of
potions?!� It required so much cutting and cleaning and scaling
and trimming and cubing and measuring and stirring and lifting.�

Professor Snape did this all the time by himself?!� Poor him!�

She was on her way to the stairs and to bed when an �Oi!� halted her progress.�

Ron and Harry were sitting on the floor in front of the
couches playing wizarding chess.� She
hadn�t noticed them at first in the firelight.�
It was almost midnight and everyone who was going out tonight had gone,
everyone who was staying in had wandered off to bed.�

�Where have you been then?!� Ron demanded peevishly.� �It�s the middle of the night!��

Harry frowned at his manner. �What Ron�s trying
to say is � we were worried about you, Mione..� he
said quietly.� �After..everything..
I get a bit paranoid when you�re missing all day.��

Hermione felt conflicting emotions.�

On the one hand yes..
she understood.�
After Sirius died and with everything else going on..Harry
had reason to be a bit insecure..

on the other hand.. she
wasn�t bloody stapled to his arse.� She
had the right to go off and have a day without him.. even if she hadn�t been doing.. what
she had been doing..��

She responded with forced patience.� �I�m sorry Harry.� I didn�t think to leave you a note � I was
shopping all day and I�ve been helping Professor Snape with brewing for the
infirmary all evening.� I�m going to be
assisting him for the rest of the year.��

There was the predictable round of protestations and expletives which essentially
boiled down to �but Mione.. its
Snape!�� She brushed them aside wearily.� She was about to complain of her tiredness
and beg off for the evening but Harry took her hand and pulled her over to the
couch.��

Resigned, she sat and slumped into the backrest. �Guys..
I�m really very tired� she complained, knowing it wouldn�t make any
difference.� It didn�t.� They proceeded to tell her about everything
she�d missed all day (not much) and then to try to grill her about what exactly
she�d done all day and what Snape had said and done blow for blow when she�d
been in his private lab.�

She responded in vague soundbytes, irritating them
both no end.� Then
Harry noticed her necklace.�

�Thats a really pretty necklace Mione.. is it new?�� he said, reaching
out as if to pick it up off her skin.�

She closed her hand around it quickly.�
�Yes.. it was my great
aunt�s.� Apparently she passed away
recently.� Mum sent it this
morning.�� Harry�s face became instantly
sympathetic. �oh..�
I�m sorry about that.� Were you
close to her?��

She shook her head faintly. �I barely knew her.. but she was nice.� She
was very old.� It was a stroke� she
babbled on, one lie chasing the next.�

The conversation stilled for a while and then Harry said out
of the blue �You look different today Mione.. have you done something new with your hair?��

She startled for a second and then Ron added �Yeah.. did you lose weight or
something?� Maybe the robes are just
slimming. You look almost like a proper girl except for your hair.��

She suppressed the scowl that wanted to break out on her
face.� Harry was frowning at Ron and she
could practically hear him thinking �You complete burke!��

She shook her head lightly and patted Harry on the shoulder �No.. same old me.� I�m going to bed, guys.� I�ll see you in the morning.� �

Harry looked sad but nodded.

�Ok.. night, Mione..� he
said, looking up at her.� Ron grunted a
good night and then, finally, she escaped!

As she turned the corner in the stairwell she heard a smack
sound and then Ron cursed and demanded �Ow!!� What was that for, damn it?!��

She smiled.�

Entering the dorm she saw two beds occupied and one
empty.� She wondered where Lavender was
at this hour, since she clearly wasn�t with Ron.� Quickly losing interest she nearly skipped to
her bed, taking out the diary from its hiding place inside the bedframe and retrieved the quill and some ink from her
trunk.�� The other books she had earlier
placed in the bottom of her trunk along with last year�s potions and herbology texts � she had found that potions and herbology were two subjects where old knowledge was the
foundation to new and past years texts could sometimes be useful.

Undressing and slipping into bed she closed the curtains and cast impervious
and silencing spells around her.� Then
she opened the diary to write about her day.�
She began.�

Dear diary.. I had a wonderful morning today.� It was so good to get out by myself for a
change and I found some good books too!

When I got back from shopping I
approached Professor Snape to ask whether I might work on potions outside of
class for practice.� He agreed in
exchange for help brewing for the infirmary.�
Spent the evening with P.S. in his lab brewing.� Not able to write about anything i brew there but the only challenging thing was the amount
we brewed.�

Harry and Ron were waiting when I got back.�
Told me about their day. Nothing
interesting.� Flying.. maintaining their brooms.. lunch at the three broomsticks and then back here. They
spent the evening in the common room playing exploding snap and chess. Sounds
like I didn�t miss much today.� Harry
liked my new necklace from my great aunt. Ron is a massive idiot.�

Wonderful, hm?

The handwriting that appeared beneath her own was
virtually calligraphy.� Her heart leapt
into her throat.� She had a bizarre
feeling for a moment and wondered whether this was how Ginny had felt in first
year when she had discovered a strange boy with beautiful handwriting hiding in
her diary. ��

You should have spoken with me before approaching Severus.� Did you tell him what you intended to brew?

Yes. He asked. You said I wouldn�t know if I had learned the potions until I
brewed them.�

He must have asked where you came across the potions..

Ron�s older brothers run a joke shop � they are both pretty amazing
brewers.� I mentioned their names.� I didn�t say anything else.

Acceptable.� I
know of the Weasley twins.� They rejected
the generous invitation to work for me.�
They are indeed inventive brewers.�
Not as good as Severus.�
Nevertheless they have unfortunate attitudes.� Why are those gifted in potions all so
difficult?!

They spend too much time by themselves and lose the will to obey social
conventions?� I don�t know.� The Weasley twins wouldn�t go against their
entire family.� They are all very
close.� Besides..
What could you offer them that they don�t already have?!� They opened their own shop.� They can brew and experiment to their heart�s
content now.

Perhaps.�

There was a long pause and then he wrote again

What was your impression of Severus when you spoke with him today?

When I first spoke with him in his chambers he seemed a bit upset about
something.� He was drinking firewhisky and got snippy when I apparently looked at him
the wrong way, saying that one glass wasn�t alcoholic.�� He got better through the evening
though.� I think..

She paused and thought about what she was about to
write.�

Yes?� Continue..
what do you think?!

I think he was lonely.� He started to
relax more when I agreed to stay and brew immediately. He obviously didn�t
expect me to.� By the time I left (around
11) he actually made a joke that wasn�t cruel.

That is troubling interesting.�� Do
you believe he desires you?

She looked at the page for a long time.� The idea of Professor Snape wanting her was
laughable.� Because he seemed lonely,
didn�t mean that he wanted to sleep with her.

Hermione?

I don�t know.� I don�t..think
so..� He�s never..
I haven�t noticed anything that would lead me to believe he fancied me. �I think he was just generally lonely.�� Oh!� I
ran into him earlier too, when i got back from
Hogsmeade.� I mean..
I literally ran into him.� He was just
suddenly in front of me and I was daydreaming and then he was sneering down at
me and taking points. �He seemed in a
terrible mood at that point for whatever reason.� I guess right after that he must have gone to
his quarters and had a drink.

..Perhaps it was general loneliness then.�

...Hermione, I want you to befriend Severus.� Carefully!�
Do not flirt with him overtly and for Merlin�s sake do not reveal
yourself but try to pay attention to the things he says..
the expressions that pass across his face.� He is very good at hiding his true emotions
but no one is in control all the time and if he does not suspect you, he may
let something slip.

What will you do if he isn�t loyal to you anymore?� I like Professor Snape, even if he can be a
bit prickly. (or maybe because.� He can be very funny sometimes even when he
is being nasty)� And
he�s a brilliant potioneer.

I have not decided.� If possible, I would
prefer he returned to me. But I am not certain that I can accept such a deep
and enduring betrayal.� I agree, however,
that it would be an unfortunate waste to kill him.� It would depend upon many different
factors.� Do not worry about it for the
moment.

...ok.

I can feel Harry.�� He has fallen
asleep.� He is weaker when he dreams.

Hermione felt a little strange.� Hearing..Tom (Tom.. its Tom..
not Lord Voldemort. I�m not talking to Lord Voldemort!) .. talk about Harry like that brought the reality back into the
room.� She swallowed and suppressed a
sudden mad desire to rush into the boys� dorms and wake Harry up.�

Can you tell what he dreams about?

Yes.. usually.� Right now he is dreaming about his godfather.�� I can feel it like a tiny niggle in the back
of my mind.� Not unlike the feeling of
reminding oneself to do something later.�
A little nagging point of reference.

Harry has been having a lot of trouble dealing with Sirius� death.�� I don�t know what to say anymore.� I�ve already told him it wasn�t his fault.

Of course it was his fault.� His
godfather�s entire life was destroyed because of his birth.� Were it not for Harry, Sirius Black would
never have been sent to Azkaban, would never have been forced into hiding,
would never have blazed into the ministry of magic like a rabid Gryffindor and
met his demise..

One could argue that all of those things were actually because of you, you know..

Indeed?� One would find it difficult to
argue without a tongue.��

If you had worked as hard as I to attain immortality, would you simply
take in your stride a prophesy about a child who might
destroy you?�

I don�t really hold much confidence in divination actually.� On the other hand..
I suppose I haven�t exactly been the subject of much oracular attention.� Perhaps if someone told me I was going to
drown, I might be hesitant about swimming for a while.� It�s hard to say.

There you have it.� It might all be a
load of codswallop, but then again..what if it
isn�t?!� I refuse to die. I am not
finished with the things I wish to do here.�
There are so many things I have yet to see...to learn...to do.�

�And of course it would be expedient to
subjugate the world.� It is so much
easier to gain access to books, people, sacred sites etc when one has an army
behind one.

...I realise now that I should have handled the situation with the Potters
differently.� I was saying the same thing
to Severus only today..

You spoke with Professor Snape today?� Is
that why you asked about him?� What
happened?� What did you say you would do differently.

I did.� It was necessary to send him to Lucius after your extremely successful curse.�� You were magnificent, my dear.� I admit that I was surprised.� I did not think you would have it in
you.�

I told Severus that if I had my time again I would not have sought to
kill Harry or his mother.��

I believe Severus was in love with the witch, although he denied it vehemently
and scorned her publicly for her blood status.. It was
an error which I have paid for dearly.

�I was much younger..� Impatient and overconfident and concerned
about the prophesy.�
I reached for the simplest solution.

Professor Snape loved Harry�s mum?!

Possibly.� He
certainly despised his father.�

Poor Professor Snape.�
If he did love her, now he has to look at Harry almost every day.�

There was a long pause..� Hermione was feeling very sorry for the harsh
monochromatic brilliant man with robes buttoned to the eyeballs. She thought
about how he�d nipped bitterly at his firewhisky
earlier.� Could that be the source of his
loneliness?!� Then she thought about how
he had unwound over the course of the night.�
He seemed to come alive when he was quietly brewing.� It was something one never got to see in
class.� He was always tense and uptight
and vicious in class.��

When he had been stirring the large cauldron earlier there had been an
expression on his face of..well... almost of
serenity.� Peace.� And he had looked over at her and
smiled.� She had been stirring her own
large cauldron and the absence of vitriol or snarkiness
in his smile had shocked her.

What if Professor Snape
does fancy me?

You are mine.

Yes but..

I do not share.

If Severus has chosen you as the object of his lust then he is an
extremely unlucky man. Twice he has selected witches that belong to other
wizards.�

I hope he doesn�t fancy me then.� I would
hate to have to reject him.� I really do
wish i could help him.

I hope he doesn�t �fancy you� too.� I
offered him a boon earlier today... or yesterday now. If he comes to me and requests
you.. he will force my
hand.�

!!!

Is that your written version of an appalled gape?

Why did you do that?!

I was in a peculiarly generous mood.� It
is irrelevant.� Perhaps I will take it
back.

You can�t take it back if you want him to trust you.

I certainly can.� Severus is quite aware
of my whims.� He was shocked enough that
I offered it.� He should have taken my
offer immediately.� He will be entirely
unsurprised if I retract it the next time he transgresses... and it is so easy
to find a transgression.� He has not
offered me any useful information in almost a month.�

What do you want to know?

I want to know where Harry is to be housed during the break; �how the site is fortified;� who will be guarding him; �how the shifts will be arranged;� who will be staying with him; �whether he will be allowed visitors; �whether he will be allowed to leave the site
for any reason.��

I want to know the time and place of Order meetings and the names of
any and all Order members.� I want to
know who their partners and relations are; where they live and work� �I want
to know the items on the Order�s agenda and what they think they know about me
and mine.�

I want to know what you are wearing..

Hermione smiled, a little thrill going through her.�

A
plain white cotton nightdress.� Dormitories.. i�m sure you recall.

Ah yes.� I loathed sharing a room.� Take it off.

She blushed in the dim candlelit box of her curtained bed, even though there
was no one to see her.� She felt..naughty.. thinking about
stripping for a man who wasn�t even there.

Ok..
I�ve taken it off.

Do not lie to me, Hermione!� Take off
your nightdress.

Now she did gape in shock.� How the hell did he know that she hadn�t undressed.� Could he
see her somehow?!� She peered around the
bed.�

How do you know?!�� She wrote rapidly, slightly distressed
at the thought that someone might be able to see into her bed.

That is of no concern.� What is relevant
is that I do.� Strip.� Now.� Or I will bid you goodnight and turn my
attention to other pressing matters.�

No.. don�t go..� Wait.. I�m taking it
off now.

She got up on her knees and pulled the cotton nightdress
over her head, tucking it under her pillow and sitting back down again with the
diary rested against her steepled thighs.�

Ok..

Good girl.� Lie down on your stomach.

She complied immediately and placed the diary down in front of her pillow. It
was less comfortable to write this way but manageable.�

ok.�

She thought for a moment and then wrote, feeling daring.

Where are you?� And what are you wearing?

There was no response for a few moments and then the words
appeared:

I am in my study, lying on the sofa.� I
must meet with a raiding party returning at some point in the next hour and am
therefore dressed as I was when you left.

If you were here, I would have you kneeling before me with my cock in
your mouth now..

Hermione felt a delicious little thrill race up her spine and a flock of
butterflies took off in her stomach.� Why
did the thought of being on her knees before him excite her so much?!�

She thought about when he had made her suck him in front of ... in front of his
death eaters.�

In front of Lucius
Malfoy.. in front of Draco! Oh
god.. Draco had watched her give the Dark Lord a blow
job.� How the hell was she supposed to
sit in classes with him?!� This was very,
very, bad.�

Of course at the time it had felt
very, very, good.�

Touch yourself.

The words shocked her.� The beautiful
handwriting made the order somehow more perverse.� She blushed redly and countered

Only if you do..

You are in no position to issue conditions.��
My time is valuable.� You do not
want me to leave..therefore you will obey.

Slide your left hand beneath your body and touch yourself, Hermione.

She swallowed.� It bothered her to feel
trapped like this.� He was right.. she really didn�t want him to
go.� If she could she would just crawl
through the page to him right now.� She
didn�t want to spy for him to begin with.�
But this calligraphy commanding her was the closest she could get to him
now.. for who knew how
long.�

If she made him angry perhaps he would punish her by not talking to her like
this.�

That couldn�t happen.� She tentatively
slid her hand beneath her until her pubic mound was in her palm then curved her
fingers and swiped them through her folds, surprised to find herself extremely
hot and slippery.� She bit her lip
indecisively.�

I�m very wet..

Good..

...taste yourself.

She gasped aloud.� She had never done
that.� The thought of it was just
wrong.� She had never been attracted to
other girls and therefore the taste of her own pussy had never really
interested her.�

It felt taboo.

....Hermione I am beginning to revise my observation that you take instruction
well.�

I�ll do it.� Wait.

She slid her hand out from beneath
her and brought it tentatively to her lips, extending her tongue she licked
extremely gingerly over her slick finger.�
She could barely taste anything with the amount she had touched.�

Uneasily she slipped her finger into her mouth.�

It tastes...� it�s hard to compare it with anything.� Like sweet..salty..electric...� I don�t
know.� It�s a very unusual taste.� I�ve never done this before.

Sweet, salty, electric.�� An apt description, if a tad muggle... I
thoroughly regret not having tasted you earlier.�

Are you sore?

...a little.� I
took a healing draught when I returned to my room..but..yes

I will allow you to refrain from fingering yourself then.� Spread the moisture from your pussy over your
nipples.

I..

...Growing tired of reminding you to obey me, my wilful little apprentice.� Be thankful that i
am not present to discipline you for your obstinance.

I wish you were.�

Or..really - �I
wish I was there.. If you were here there would probably be a massive fuss and
people screaming and curses and aurors.

I was reluctant to send you back.� Even
now..I am tempted to change my mind.

The raiding party has returned.�

Alas.. �� this is what comes of dithering and protesting against my
orders.

I must go.��

You are to play with yourself until you come, Hermione.� Then you may sleep.��

Goodnight my dear.

She was about to write goodnight when all of the conversation they had shared
vanished back to her original diary entry.�

She supposed that meant that he had already left.�

Feeling a sad yearning she closed the diary and placed it
under her pillow then rolled onto her back beneath the covers and slipped her
hand back down to her core.�

At first she touched herself half heartedly, but then she
thought about him again.. He was half reclining on the
sofa and she was kneeling on the floor sucking his cock hungrily.� No one was watching,
it was just the both of them.� She heard
in her mind that delicious little groan he had made and rubbed her clit
faster.�

As she started to climb toward her climax the image changed and she saw herself
lying on the sofa and he was kneeling
before her, his serpentine face between her thighs, his cool pointed tongue
sliding through her burning folds.� Just
before she came violently she had the image of those glittering red slitted eyes looking up at her as his lips drew her clit in
and he sucked hard.� That pushed her over the edge and she screamed out her
pleasure.�

When her heart had calmed down she was glad she had placed
silencing charms.�

Feeling somehow calmer than she had felt for the last few
hours she turned over and soon slipped into pleasant dreamless sleep.�

The Dark Lord was frustrated as he dealt with the raiding
party of experienced and novice death eaters.�

The young ones had reported to him first, describing the
events of the evening as they saw them.�
He was bored and irritated as they gave him far more detail on
irrelevant things that had been meaningful to them personally than they
provided on actual tactically relevant factors.�
Only one boy appeared to be less prone to this novice error.�

�Nott.. perhaps
you could summarise� he commanded impatiently.�
He was giving the boy a chance to prove himself.�

�Thank you , My Lord.��

Ah so the boy did realise.�
He may be a tad sharper than these other dregs.� Goyle�s son was
even more dim witted than his father, who had in turn
been exponentially less useful than his own father.� There was perhaps something to be said for
fresh blood, he mused.� Half the
pureblood offspring were just a carrot shy of a vegetable patch.��

He listened as the Nott boy began his summary.� He was right � the boy was markedly sharper
than the rest of the novices here.� He
reminded himself to see that the boy was advanced and given more opportunity to
prove himself.�� He only half listened to
the remainder of the briefing, although he praised the boy mildly and told the
group they had performed well.�

In truth he was distracted.�

In the back of his mind Harry had started to dream about Hermione and while
this had been part of the initial impetus for his interest in the girl, things
had changed.� She belonged to him now and
the feeling in his mind of Harry potter kissing and touching her was infuriating.��

He called the experienced death eaters to him impatiently..
the chaperones, as it were � and rushed them through
their briefing � the raid had been fairly uneventful.� Nothing they reported was of any real
relevance.� As soon as he could he
dismissed them and aparated to his chambers.�

Tossing himself down upon his bed, he strove to relax his
body to the degree necessary for what he wished to do.� It was difficult with this amount of
irritated adrenalin running through him.�

They were in the chamber of secrets..
the basilisk lay slain on the ground.� That was all that was based in memory.� For the rest... the diary was impaled on the
sword of Gryffindor and instead of Ginny lying on the wet stone it was Hermione.. wearing the blue fitted robes
from yesterday.�

Harry had clearly not been bitten and was kneeling beside
her, leaning over her and she had her arms around his neck kissing him. ��

The Dark Lord stood behind, watching, mildly irritated.�

�Harry... I need you..� dream-Hermione mewled at the boy and started to take
off her robes.

�Mione. ...not here� the boy urged her, laying
his hands over hers to stop her.

�Yes..
here Harry!��
You�ve won!� I want you here!�

The boy seemed to relent and leaned down on hands and knees to press a
heated kiss to the girl.� He heard her
moan.��

The Dark Lord walked quietly to the sword and impaled diary
while the two tore each other�s clothes off.�

Potter was entirely oblivious as he stepped behind the boy, quietly removing
the book that once housed a piece of him from the sword.��

Holding the impaled diary.. even if it were just a figment of the boy�s overactive
imagination.. was peculiar.� He wished he had been able to resurrect that part of himself suddenly.� Certainly it was preferable to have his
current body than to be a parasite on another or to wander discorporeally..

...and his current form did strike fear into any onlooker..

...well.. almost any.� He thought of the girl again.� And in that moment Harry�s dream-Hermione
moaned again.� She had her eyes closed
and Potter was sucking her nipple.�

He looked at her body objectively.�

It was incorrect. �The boy had never seen
Hermione naked, obviously.� Her nipples
were a duskier shade and her form was more curvy.� Potter had given her an athletic body.�

In his own opinion, the girl�s actual form was more
aesthetically pleasing than this.��

�Oh Harry.. Yes!!� she whimpered and his ire rose.� Her voice was correct and he did not like
those sounds spilling from her lips.�

�Oh.. Harry..
Yes.�� He repeated behind the boy
sardonically.�

Harry stiffened as if petrified and turned his head to look,
wide eyed over his shoulder.� �Voldemort!�� he almost
yelped.�

The girl had opened her eyes and now looked terrified too, she clung to him
fetchingly. �

The Dark Lord summoned both of their wands from the
abandoned clothing and tucked them into an inside pocket.� He raised the sword at the boy.�

�This is just a dream!� Harry said suddenly, relieved.� �You�re not real.� I can wake up whenever I like.�� His manner calmed somewhat.�

The Dark Lord laughed.�
�Yes Harry.� this� he gestured around them �-is just a dream.� And of course the little mudblood is just a
dream.. and how could she not
be?� Why would she want a weak insipid
fool like yourself?�
I would bet your life that
you�ve never even kissed the girl.��

The boy�s face reddened. �Shut up you snake faced bastard.. what would you know?!� he growled reactively.

The Dark Lord smirked.

�Do you..love.. her, Harry?��

The boy dropped his head into his hands and tugged on his
hair.� He could hear him whispering� �wake up!
Wake up! Wake up damn it!�

He snorted, amused.

�Oh no, Harry.� You won�t be waking up
until we are finished here.� You have
interrupted my evening with your ridiculous little fantasies, but I will be
generous.� I will give you a material
lesson in how to please your little crush.��

The boy�s eyes widened to the size of saucers and he shook his head
frantically. �No!� Please!� Don�t!!�
Please.. I can�t watch you do that.. please!!� Just let me leave!��

The Dark Lord smiled cruelly and drew his wand. �You beg well, Harry.� But I am doing this to help you.. you
should be grateful!� Incarcerous!��

Harry yelped as thin cutting cords snatched him from the
ground and flung him against one of the tall pillars, binding him tightly in
place.�

�There.. that�s
better isn�t it?!� You have a good view
from there.� Don�t hesitate to ask
questions if there is anything you do not comprehend..�
the Dark Lord smirked.�

The dream-Hermione was curled in a frightened little ball on
the damp stone, her arms around her knees, peeking up at him.�

He looked to Harry.�
�Do you think she might be superficial?��

He waved his wand down his body and the pale serpentine form melted away into
the body and face he had had when he was a seventeen year old boy.� The form the boy had seen when he had
destroyed the diary.�

�That�s better, isn�t it?� the Dark Lord said softly.�� He turned back to the cowering not-quite Hermione.� �Come here� he commanded softly.�

The girl looked up at him with wide eyes and shook her
head.�

�Imperio� he flicked
his wand at the figment of Potter�s imagination, lazily.�

The girl stood stiffly, her naked body irritating him with its incorrectness,
and began to walk slowly over to him.� As
she walked her form changed slightly until it resembled the girl he had seen
only yesterday.� However.. as she came closer he did not
feel that inner nudge to spare the chit pain.�
And logically � she was not
the girl.� She was an imagining of Harry
potter.� There was no interaction of
their magic because the girl had no magic.. or had only Harry�s magic.�
He felt a dark rush within himself at the realisation.��

Hermione had reached him, her eyes dazed and expression
serene.� Harry started to scream threats
at him about what he was going to do if he didn�t leave her alone.� He flicked his wand at the boy.� A silver and green ball gag snapped itself
around his head and muzzled him effectively.�
His gaping O of a mouth was quite pleasing.. He
heard the boy yelling desperately but the sound was muffled.�

Ending the imperio, the false-Hermione before him suddenly came back to herself and tried to back away.� He grabbed her by the upper arms and held her
in place easily.

�Now, now, my dear.�
Settle down.��

When the girl continued to struggle frantically and started yelling out to Harry,
he backhanded her across the face hard.�
She crashed to her knees, her hand on her cheek.�

�Are you going to behave now?� he asked, smiling.��

The familiar face looked up at him fearfully.�
It was pleasing.�� He was
controlling the figment now but he wanted her to struggle..
he wanted Potter to watch him rape her.� It would be so much more distressing to him
than if she simply obeyed.� He would not
realise that he was controlling her that way and one day..
eventually.. when the truth
came out about the girl..it would break him.��

Hermione shook her head �I�ll never give you what you want.. It doesn�t matter what you to me.� Harry is going to defeat you!��

He pointed his wand down at her, still smiling, and
pronounced, with some satisfaction �crucio..��

Sighing he bathed in the echoing music of the girls frantic
screams.� Again..
so unlike the girl he had met to shriek and fuss like
this but he supposed that was how Potter would imagine the chit.�

He snorted internally.� His best friend
and apparently he hardly knew her.�

He dropped the curse and watched the girl pant and sob, with
his head tilted.� Then he reached down
and freed his erection from his robes.�
He didn�t bother to undress.� It
would not be necessary.�

Dropping gracefully to his knees he seized the girl and maneuvered her, despite her struggles, onto her knees.� She screamed and fought ineffectually as he
pinned her arms behind her back, pressed her face down against the wet stone
and nudged her thighs further apart.�

Harry was screaming mutedly as he placed his cock at her entrance and thrust
into her.� She screamed and sobbed,
unable to free her arms or move away.�

He fucked her hard and fast.� She was
just slightly dry, the way he preferred it, and the friction and his size had
made her bleed.�

He made sure to pull out and show Harry the red smears on
his cock.�

�She�s so tight Harry..� he taunted the boy before forcing his way back into the
girl and fucking her some more..� He
found he was thoroughly enjoying this.. He should have
done this in the first place.�

In previous dreams of the boy he had simply watched, but not entered.� He was intrigued by the images but not enough
to show his hand and demonstrate that he could enter the boy�s dreams in this
manner.� Harry would certainly run off to
get dreamless sleep and then he would lose this avenue of information.�

...well.. that would have to
be prevented.. he decided to himself.� If he could not reach the actual girl at
present, he could make do with the toybox of Potter�s
mind.� He squeezed the hip he was holding
to fuck the girl and looked down at her tear streaked face speculatively, then
slowed his strokes and rotated his hips, enjoying the feel of her around
him.�

It wasn�t quite like reality.. it had the muted feel of dreams where the idea of the
sensation is divorced from the desperate disembodied pleasure.� He knew that his body, on his bed, was
stroking itself.�

Turning to Potter he asked with a nasty little smirk. �Your
mudblood is quite a nice little fuck.. perhaps I should acquire her in the real world.. �She is an inferior creature but I could keep
her as a slave.� Do you think she might
like that?�� he
punctuated his question with a hard thrust into the girl, who cried out in
pain.�

�Of course.. she would have
to adjust to my current appearance� he sneered and drew his wand, removing the
glamour of Tom Riddle.� The look on Potter�s
face clearly said that it was even more disturbing to see his current face and
body molesting his best friend.�

He pressed his wand to the girls wrists held in his hand and
affixed them there.� Then he pulled out
of her and flipped her over onto her back.�
Her arms behind her forced her breasts up into the air and she looked
over at Harry desperately.� He had her
cry out piteously �Harry.. help!!..please!!�� Then he
forced her thighs wide and impaled her again.�

She screamed when she looked up and saw who was fucking her.� He grinned nastily, his hands on her hips,
pulling her down in counterpoint to his brutal strokes. �

Harry was yelling frantically.� He looked to the boy who had wet cheeks.� He was struggling against the bindings
helplessly.�

It was beautiful to watch the anguish in his eyes.

He turned back to faux-Hermione and leaned down over
her.� Drawing his wand once more he cast
an incandescent lumos.� The girl�s eyes
widened to the size of dinner plates.�

When he brought the wand close to her breasts she shrieked with renewed
vigour.�

He stroked the tip over her nipple, the sizzle of burnt flesh drowned out by
the bright desperate agony of her scream. It drowned out even potter�s muffled
yelling.�

Propping himself on one hand over her and fucking her slowly, languidly, he
proceeded to burn his name into her chest.�
The peals of her screams echoed around the chamber delightfully.� It took a long time to write Lord Voldemort.�

He admired his handiwork.� It looked
quite pretty actually.� Perhaps he might
give the real Hermione such a brand.� He
leaned down and licked over the marks and then sped his strokes once more, soon
panting with the sensation.�

Before he came, he pulled out and half rose, spilling
himself over her face and over the name he had burned into her.�

�Such an unworthy creature does not deserve my seed� he spat, smirking and then
looking up at Potter.�

The girl looked thoroughly defiled.� Blood streaked her thighs and pussy.� She was marked with his name and covered in
his come.� �Yes.. he should certainly have done this a long time ago.� He felt wonderfully satisfied at the agonized
horrified look on Potter�s face.�

Scourgifying himself, he walked away from the sobbing wretch
in a puddle on the floor and strode closer to the thorn in his side.�

�A good time was had by all..� he
sneered down at the boy.� �I really
think, perhaps I should seek out your little playmate and compare dream to
reality..��

He released the boy�s mouth and Harry screamed incoherent
words of hate, his voice hoarse.�

�Are you upset
that I forced you to watch that?� he asked disingenuously.�

�Perhaps next time..I�ll allow you to join in, Harry.� The little mudblood has two more holes to
fill..��

The boy seemed to collect himself, though the rage burned in
his eyes. �There won�t be a next time, Voldemort.� I�ll make sure that you can�t do this
again.� And you will never.. ever.. touch
her!� Soon you�ll be dead and I�ll piss
on your fucking corpse!��

He couldn�t prevent the smile from breaking out on his face
and he laughed in true joy.� �Oh Harry.. you�ve made my night.. such darkness..such hate..� He
moved to the side allowing the boy an unimpeded view of the defiled dream-Hermione.�

�..Mione..� the boy whispered brokenly.�

He leaned in close to his ear.� �You
would like her this way, Harry.. so..soft..
so pliable.. Yours to command..��

The boy looked miserable�
�No..� he moaned.� �I won�t
ever..��

The Dark Lord sniggered.�
�Oh.. I think you will.� You are halfway there already�� He slid a hand down the bound boys body and
stroked over the bulge that wasn�t quite an erection but was certainly not a
state of complete disgust either.� The
boy burst into tears of shame and dropped his head. �Stop!..
please!.. don�t touch me.. I
don�t want to see this.� Please! �Please
let me go!!� I�m sorry Mione... I didn�t
mean to.. I�d never..�� his words devolved
into sobs.��

The Dark Lord laughed softly and removed his hand from the
boy�s semi-tumescent cock.� �As you wish Harry.�
Go!�� He flicked his fingers at
the boy�s face and ended the dream for both of them.�

Stretching slowly he bathed in the feeling of abject triumph for a few
minutes.� Eventually he yawned and waved
his robes off wandlessly, climbing under the covers
and slipping exhaustedly into true sleep, musing happily, as he drifted off,
that the boy would likely not be getting much sleep for the rest of the night.

Harry sat up in bed panting in terror.� His body was bathed in cold sweat and his
cheeks were wet.� He wondered if he had
been screaming, his throat felt raw and painful.�

If not for the silencing spell he habitually cast these days after Seamus had
made a wry comment about wet dreams a few months back, he would probably have
woken up the whole dorm from the way his throat felt now.�

The full horror of the dream settled into his mind like
black ichor.�

God.. Voldemort had been in his
head again.. worse than
ever.. that was even more horrible than his dreams of
Sirius.

He couldn�t have that again.�
Couldn�t!�

And he�d threatened to do the same thing in real life..
fuck fuck fuck fuck � this was why Mione shouldn�t run off by herself for an entire
day.� He couldn�t let that sick bastard
get his hands on her.� He would protect
her.� She had to see that it wasn�t
safe.�

It would be easier if she were his girlfriend.. she�d be around him even more of
the time then.� He�d know she was
alright.� But..she
didn�t seem to even realise he liked her that way.�

He�d tried to hint.� He�d said she was important
to him.. that he didn�t know
what he�d do without her. He�d told her about the dreams with Sirius..

he�d.. he�d been trying to
compliment her lately, tell her that he thought she was pretty, but his tongue
always got tied and then half the time Ron would make
some daft comment and ruin it.�

Did she maybe realise that he liked her and just pretended
not to notice in the hope he�d get the message?�
She was really clever..and observant.. and stuff.. it was possible she
just wasn�t interested.�

But god.. what if she
wasn�t!?�

He loved her..� Watching her date
someone else would hurt so much.� She
didn�t seem to be interested in anyone else.. and that made him hope.�
Maybe she just didn�t know.�

His thoughts returned to the dream like a tongue probing at
the hole left by a lost tooth.� He would
never want to do anything to hurt her like that.� Voldemort was a sick bastard.�

He needed dreamless sleep draught! There was no way he was going to go back to
sleep and allow that to happen ever again.�

He reached for his wand to cast tempus and find out what
time it was and felt..stickiness.. when
he moved.� Casting lumos almost
unnecessarily, since he had a good idea of what it was, he raised the covers
and saw the large wet patch on his pajama
bottoms.�

His heart sank.�

Oh god..� oh god oh god oh god.. he�d
come.� It felt like he�d actually slapped
Mione in the face.� He knew he couldn�t
help it.. maybe Voldemort had
somehow made him.. but that was truly wishful
thinking.�

No.. god.. but
he didn�t want any of that.� That was what was important.� He couldn�t help his reaction.. seeing her.. but..
he would never want to see her that way..

He only wanted to see her how she was in his own dreams.� She kissed him and told him she loved him and
he made her feel good.� She made sounds
of pleasure.��

Fuck.�

Well.. he
wouldn�t be seeing any of those
dreams again either it seemed.� He couldn�t
risk it.�

He needed dreamless sleep draught!�

Casting tempus he saw that it was four am.� He could wait until eight or nine, he
supposed, rather than waking Snape up now. He�d be in a murderous mood if he
woke him, he bet..

But... what if the bastard wasn�t there tomorrow or something..
he worried.��

He scourgified his pajama bottoms
and reluctantly slipped out of bed.� As
quietly as he could he went into his trunk for his invisibility cloak.� A moment later he was slipping down the
stairs and out the portrait hole.�

The castle was freezing as he padded barefoot down the
corridors in the dark, the portraits all snoring.� The stairs moved sluggishly in the dark and
he wound his way down to the entrance hall and then to the stairs down to the
dungeons, his toes already numb with cold.�

Standing indecisively in front of Snape�s door he dithered
for a few minutes.� He wasn�t sure
whether to knock loudly or softly.� He
wanted the bastard to wake up but he didn�t want to let any other Slytherin who
might randomly be around here know that he was standing here.�

As it turned out, he didn�t need to knock at all.� The door opened silently and Professor Snape
peered out cautiously, looking down the corridors surreptitiously, a suspicious
look on his face.�

The way he blinked hard, told Harry that he�d just woken.� The paranoid old bastard must have set silent
wards around his door or something.�

He glided in past him.�

The movement caused the sharp beaked face to whip around in sudden
realization.� He closed the door silently
and the next moment Harry felt himself encased in ropes again. He thudded to the ground helplessly.

�Ow.. fuck.. Damn it Snape.�
Let me go!� he cursed.

The man felt around in the air till he found his head and
then wrenched the invisibility cloak off him.�
�Mr Potter.. What a surprise.� Who else might lurk around outside my door
at...four am is it?!� What do you
want?!� Some ridiculous imagined plot, I
assume.� Perhaps connected with the fact
that Miss Granger is assisting with brewing for the infirmary?� You are looking for evidence of some misdoing
on my part perhaps?��

Harry narrowed his eyes at him. �No.� But you�re right � I probably should be.� I wouldn�t trust you as far as I could throw
you! Let me out of these ropes now
you bastard!��

Snape was wearing a black bathrobe.� A v of his skin was exposed.� Not a large
v.. but certainly more than Harry
had ever seen (or wanted to see) of
the man before.� His white legs shone in
the dimness beneath the hem of the robe.�

The Professor seemed to notice his eyes wandering in surprise and wrapped his
robe around himself more tightly.�

�Manners, Potter. What did bring you down to the dungeons then.� I assume it was not merely to ogle me in my underthings.��

Harry blushed almost puce� �Oh my GOD.. Fuck NO!� I wouldn�t ..whatever
you said.. I wish I could bloody bleach my eyeballs right now.� I can�t even think about that.�� He felt
sick.�

The man above him bristled.

�Focus, Potter.� Why. Did.
You. Come. To. The. Dungeons?!� Answer!��

Harry swallowed.� �I
need dreamless sleep.� ..He ..got into my
dreams again.�� He looked away.�

A moment later he felt the ropes melt away and he was hauled roughly to his
feet. �The Invisibility cloak slipped off
him as he stood, pooling on the ground around his feet and leaving him standing
in his pajama bottoms.� Snape took a half step backward, a strange
look on his face. �Didn�t have time to dress, potter?� he asked quietly.�

�You know what happens to those who abuse dreamless sleep, don�t you?� You cannot solve your problem by taking it
every night.��

Harry looked at him defiantly and folded his arms.� �I�ll risk it.��

The Professor�s face tightened. �You will not be given the choice. �You are a foolish little boy, Potter.� Dreamless sleep is addictive.� After a certain point it is not possible to
sleep without it � without sleep, the body dies..
Continuing to use it constantly is equally dangerous.� The brain requires dreams to restore itself
each night.� In their absence, one becomes
progressively more unhinged.� You may
destroy yourself on your own watch, Potter � until you have killed the Dark
Lord, I am bound to protect you.� I will
give you two doses of dreamless sleep only.. and I will inform the infirmary
that you are not to receive any more.�
You will have to either work on occlusion or tolerate the dreams.� ��

Harry felt panic rise up in him �But..
but you can�t!��

�I most certainly can and will
potter.� Snape interrupted.�

He tried again� �I ..I can�t just live with the dreams.. he was there.. he talked to me.. he.. he did things.. I can�t.. please..
please help me..�

He felt himself crumbling halfway through the sentence and crashed to his
knees, his hands flying to cover his face, burning in helpless shame and
desperation.�

His voice when he spoke was muffled.�
�Please Sir...you have to help me..�

He felt rather than saw the man lower himself to the floor
beside him.� �Calm down potter� the Professor�s
voice commanded, more gently.� �I will
give you the potion for tonight.� Tonight potter..
not right now.�
You will remain awake now.� We
will speak with the headmaster and see about resuming your occlumency
training.� Perhaps it will be possible to
arrange for practiced occlumens to shield your mind
for you while you sleep, until you are able to do it for yourself.� But for the moment you will return to your
room.� Wait here.��

Harry climbed slowly to his feet as the Professor left the
room, his white legs�
visible in the half light.��
There was no source of the light.�
It was simply possible to make out the definition of things.� Perhaps a spell of some
kind.��

When Snape returned with two small phials and gave them to him he thanked him
reluctantly.� It burned him to need Snape�s
bloody help.�� He turned away and
practically bolted out of the room, sweeping his cloak over himself as he went
and rushed back to his room.�

Draco lay in the darkness staring up at the cloth canopy of
his bed.� He couldn�t sleep.� He couldn�t seem to clear his mind.. the thoughts were racing around,
chasing one another.�

Granger.. the mudblood Granger...� He didn�t know what to think.�

She�d betrayed pothead and the light.. she�d....with the Dark Lord.. I mean...merlin!.. When she decided to go bad.. she definitely took no
prisoners.�

He wondered what had happened after he�d disapparated.� Had she... had they..

he swallowed. ��

He hadn�t seen her all day, although he�d looked around the
school surreptitiously.� Maybe he�d just
missed her somehow.� She wasn�t at dinner
though.�

Perhaps the Dark Lord had killed her.�

He wasn�t sure how he felt about that.�
It was...right. �she deserved to die.. but..� the image of Granger�s
lips travelling up and down that pale shaft flashed through his mind
again.�

Surely it was wrong of her to touch the Dark Lord.. she was unclean..a filthy dirty little
mudblood.�

He thought about how dirty she�d looked on her knees like that.� Definitely very dirty..

But if the Dark Lord himself saw fit to touch her, then it had to be alright.� She wouldn�t... infect him with her filthy
mudblood diseases like his father told him if the Dark Lord was willing to
touch her.�

She must be good enough to use that way.�

At least her mouth.�

He could use her mouth.. if
she was still alive and he could get his hands on her without getting caught.�� He closed his eyes as his hand wandered down
to his cock.� He stroked himself off
slowly, imagining Granger�s soft pink lips wrapped around him, her light brown
eyes turned up to his as he dragged her up and down by her hair.� After he had come, thinking of her mouth
wide, tongue extended, begging for his pure seed, he found he could sleep
finally.� He drifted off with the image
of the awe and pleasure he�d seen on her face when she had swallowed the Dark
Lord�s come..He imagined her looking at him that way.

Bellatrix lay in the darkness.� Her husband had fucked her..hard..
and said he liked it better when she couldn�t enjoy
it.� She felt frustrated and angry now
and his faint breathing as he slept made her hands itch to curse him.��

He was not an incompetent lover.. he
could always bring her off.� She liked
him from behind best because she could imagine it was the Dark Lord doing it.�

She suspected he knew that.�

If he did, he didn�t seem to care too much either way about it.�

Her anger twisted suddenly and articulated itself as self
pity.� She only wanted to serve him.. anything.. anything for him.. thinking of him had kept her alive for all the years in
Azkaban.. Beautiful..powerful.. Master...�

The disgusting little mudblood had dared to look at him..

Revolting little stain!�

She had been sent
away.. she had been punished..
and the little piece of filth had sat on the Dark Lord�s
furniture and seen her being
shamed.�

If the vermin wasn�t dead, she would kill her! �She would do it quietly.� Find her and kill her.�

Rodolphus wouldn�t tell her what
had happened after she had left.� Perhaps
Rabastan would be persuaded to speak of it.��

If the girl was in the castle somewhere she�d find her..

...and if not.. Draco would know.. Draco would tell her if the girl was back at school.�

This was not over.

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