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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
- 32-Ch 32
- 33-Ch 33
- 34-Ch 34
- 35-Ch 35
- 36-Ch 36
- 37-Ch 37
- 38-Ch 38
- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
- 43-Ch 43
- 44-Ch 44
- 45-Ch 45
- 46-Ch 46
- 47-Ch 47
- 48-Ch 48
- 49-Ch 49
- 50-Ch 50
- 51-Ch 51
- 52-Ch 52
- 53-Ch 53
- 54-Ch 54
- 55-Ch 55
- 56-Ch 56
- 57-Ch 57
- 58-Ch 58
- 59-Ch 59
- 60-Ch 60
- 61-Ch 61
- 62-Ch 62
- 63-Ch 63
- 64-Ch 64
- 65-Ch 65
- 66-Ch 67
- 67-Ch 67
- 68-Ch 68
- 69-Ch 69
- 70-Ch 70
- 71-Ch 71
- 72-Ch 72
- 73-Ch 73
- 74-Ch 74
- 75-Ch 75
- 76-Chapter 76
- 77-Ch 77
- 78-Ch 78
- 79-Ch 79
- 80-Ch 80
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When she woke..
nothing had changed.�

The candles burned, the room was
empty and silent.�

After she sat for a long time and
tried to think of what she might have done and yelled apologies at the walls
for an hour, begging Tom to come back, she gave up and went to the
bookcase.�

The books were on a variety of topics but many were historical accounts.� She selected one on ancient Egypt and� returned to bed,
trying to settle in.�

The book was moderately
interesting and she was three quarters of the way through it when the bang of
apparition startled her.�

Tom appeared and advanced on her,
pointing his wand, his eyes narrowed and furious.� She jumped in fright and shrecked
back from his wand, wide-eyed and babbling pleas at him.�

He snarled, baring his teeth.� �You will not control me!��

She shook her head frantically, pressed against the wall. Her mouth went
dry.�

She had the sudden certain
knowledge that Tom was going to kill her for whatever he was angry about.� Whatever it was � it was so serious an
infraction that he was simply going to end her for it. He was going to avada her any second.�
She closed her eyes and shook, hoping it was as painless as it looked
when she�d seen others fall to it.�

Tom raged in a wordless growl and
she opened her eyes as he lowered his wand, turning away and pacing to the
other side of the room, raising his hand and touching the wall as if to
reassure himself.�

He turned back, face still skewed in hate.�

She cried out desperately �what
did I do?!� I�m sorry.� Please.. I won�t do
it again.� Please Tom..I�m
so so sorry!!!��
she kept repeating her pleas desperately.��

He looked down, rubbing his hand over his forehead in infuriated indecision,
then looked up at her again, his eyes set in steely
determination.�

�I must kill you, Hermione.� I regret it
already but I must.�� She burst into tears.� �Nooo... please Tom.. I�m sorry. I�ll be better.� Whatever you want me to do I�ll do it.� I�m sorry��

he shook
his head angrily - �Stop it��

She snivelled and tried to stop
sobbing, wiping at her face frantically and blinking, trying to see through the
blurry watery vision.� He took a step
toward her and then stopped and paced back to the other side of the room.�

�I thought it would be sufficient
to bind your magic� he said in a low dull voice, his hand on the wall.� �As if I were the first wizard in history to
ever think of such a thing.� The charm is
ancient.� I should have realised that
others before me would have attempted something like it at some point in
similar circumstances.�

Power has always been seductive.�� He
snorted and laughed at this for some reason.�

He turned back to her.� �There is a reason why your powers didn�t
manifest till the onset of sexual maturity.�
I never thought about it.�

I assumed it was purely developmental, perhaps connected to maturation of the
brain or the gaining of magical capacity when one reaches their age of majority.�

It is not.� It�s an adaptation.. Part of a protective mechanism.�

In probability, it�s not magical in nature at all, other than in the most
roundabout way.� I�m almost certain you
are producing some kind of chemical or scent that is influencing all those
around you.�� He paused and grimaced then
hardened again. ��including
myself.��

�I didn�t wonder at all how
receptive you were to my magic.� But that
makes sense now also, If I view everything in terms of
factors to increase your likelihood of survival.� Alliance with the most powerful wizard
available would be less risk than alienating such a wizard, when you are weak.�

I am unquestionably the most powerful wizard of our current age.� Your attraction to me, enhances ..whatever it is..that you are doing to make yourself irresistible to
others.�

And my knowledge of your power.. my
desire to usurp your power, which you
appear to be so willing to use to my benefit..renders
it almost unthinkable for me to consider destroying you.��

She was staring at him with a cold
desolate despairing expression.�

He continued.� �But I must destroy you, Hermione.� I told you before � you will never rule
me.��

She nodded numbly.� His face twisted in something like pain for a
second.�

�Your compliance will not save your life��

Her mouth trembled in miserable
resignation.� �Will you..will
you hold me while you do it.� She
whispered.�

His composure shattered again for a second and he gritted his teeth.

�No.� he growled, raising his wand.�

It shook slightly, she was mystified to note.�
She closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the green flash to
erase her.�

After she couldn�t hold her breath any longer she opened her eyes and breathed
out, panting slightly, looking at him unhappily.�

�Do it.� She said softly.� �Please.�� Don�t make me wait for it like this.� Just cast it and let me go.�� His wand shook again.�

He lowered it and turned away, roaring and casting confringo
on the wall.�

A massive hole blew outward, tossing huge stone blocks into the air to clatter
distantly far below.�

Outside it was early morning.� Overcast.�
She could see a grey lake far below.�

�The view from my window was real�
she said faintly.� �I always
wondered��

Tom had his fingers fisted in his
hair in conflicted frustration.� He spun
and advanced on her, pointing his wand again.�

It poked against her cheek slightly.�

She didn�t move.� She looked out the hole
in the wall at the fahl sunlight falling over the
grey water of the lake.�

She thought to herself that there could be worse last things to see.�

The wand disappeared and Tom suddenly dropped, sweeping her up in his arms and
holding her bone crushingly tightly.

His head was buried in her neck, pressing her into his own.� She thought he was shaking slightly.�

She put her arms around his middle and leaned her head against him lightly,
watching a pattern of sun and shadow drift over the steel grey wavelets.�

�I�m sorry that everything�s the
way it is� she said quietly and meant it.�
�I wish that I was just ..someone.. somewhere.. and I ran into you.. maybe in a library.� and we talked and got to know each other.� I wish I�d been alive when you were in
school. I think.. I think I would have liked you..if I met you in a library.�� He crushed her even more tightly to him.�

He really was shaking, she realised.� She
stroked his back, confused.�

He suddenly pushed her away, jumping up and backing away.� His eyes were large and shiny and his cheeks
wet.�

�This isn�t real� he said
hollowly.� �this
...feeling..

you�re doing this to me.� I don�t feel..this.� It�s just another survival mechanism.� I haven�t cried since I was-.. ��

He slowly raised the wand again with a shaking hand and again she waited,
caught breath, any second expecting to feel the shock of her death striking
her.�

When he still did not cast she yelled at him �DO IT, DAMN YOU!!� She jumped up
and grabbed the wand and positioned it over her heart and screamed at him to
cast the thrice damned curse already.�

�And then he did cast and she felt something strike her, pushing her back in
slow motion to fall onto the bed.�
Everything faded.

When she woke up in the dark, and
realised she was still in the room and he was gone, she actually cried in
frustration.�

It was cold as all hell and she
realised the wind was from the massive hole in the wall that still
remained.�

She wiped her eyes and walked over
to the hole.� The candles hadn�t been lit
and the only light streamed in from a half moon floating in the sky
outside.�

She reached the edge of the hole and sat down on the lip, looking out across
the view.�

The water looked like black silk.� Trees were jagged teeth ranged up the
hill.�

The light wasn�t very bright.� She
wondered whether the moon was waxing or waning.�

Leaning out she looked down.� The ground was a long way away.� Wherever they were, it seemed to be on a
rocky outcropping above this lake.� It
had to be more than fifty metres down to the stony base of the cliffs.�

The wind blew again and she shivered.�
The air was so fresh and cool.� She
had spent all her time since all this started in a handful of rooms it felt
like..

If she�d known this lake was really here.. perhaps she might have tried to get Tom to take her down to
it.�

Everything was so messed up.�

When she�d first woken here, she
thought Harry was dead and she was doomed to serve Lord Voldemort.�

Now that seemed like a happy dream.�

Harry just made her feel confused.� It would
almost be easier if he were dead.�

The notion of �serving Lord Voldemort� was idyllic.� Just working with Severus
brewing in his lab.� Or even sorting poor doomed people with Rodolphus.�

If she didn�t have this ability.. it
would all be better.�

But then, she conceded to
herself.� � if
she didn�t have the ability � if she wasn�t a �conduit� or whatever, Tom would
probably have just killed her at the first best chance.�

Maybe Severus would never have liked her either.� Harry would be Harry at least and he�d
probably still be her friend.� And Ron
would be Ron but he wouldn�t be in a cell downstairs.� And Draco would hate her.� And
Lucius too.�

A quick green flash from either of them if they ran into her.�

But it would be simpler.�

It would be better.�

She would never have known what Tom was like.. or Severus..��

And what if Tom
killed her now.� Would that make
things better?��

She mused.� Yes.� In many ways it would.� He would be able to �think straight� again
and would solidify his control over the British wizarding world, destroying the
last remnants of the order.�

He would kill Harry of course, and Ron too.�
But then he would be able to have everything he wanted.� He�d rule everything.�

And he�d have Severus.� Severus loved
him. They would forget her and go back to the way they were only it would be
better because Tom would have won.�

There would be no more battle, no more fear � they�d be young and beautiful and
have the world at their feet.�

They could be happy.

�It would probably be better for the wizarding
world too, eventually.� At least there
would be stability and if there was one thing Tom could manage, it was
effective rule, delegation of tasks, planning.�

She wasn�t even sure how serious he was about his blood purity platforms.� He seemed to hate muggles
and he tossed around the word mudblood, but he was a half blood and he�d taken
a half blood lover.�

Perhaps it was all just a party line to gain the support of the majority and in
time he�d soften it to whatever he considered most effective � probably
something based on magical ability and intelligence.�

In a sense, she could even agree with a policy like that.�

The wizarding world could very
well be better off in time with Tom ruling it, she conceded.��

So.� She was
superfluous here.� Dangerous in fact � as
he had pointed out.. as Draco had pointed out in fact, she
somehow drew everyone to her unconsciously.�

If she continued to live, not only would she distract him from his purpose, but
she�d potentially be the cause of some kind of betrayal, insurrection or
rebellion within his ranks in time, or even difficulties should she ever come
in contact with some ally or important figure.�

And of course Harry.� While she lived, Harry could not be
killed.�

Tom would never be happy while the threat of Harry killing him hung over her
head.��

And he hadn�t been able to kill
her earlier.�

He ..he had cried
she realised.�

To think of Tom crying was
disturbing.� He didn�t do things like
that.� He was always in control.� The only emotion he ever released against his
will was anger.�

She was a danger to him.� And he couldn�t
kill her.�

She leaned forward again looking
down at the moonlit rocks far below.�
She�d prefer a nice peaceful Avada, she thought ruefully.�

Swallowing, she inched herself a little further out over the edge, her heart
beating fast.�

�It will only hurt a little and then I�ll just stop feeling� she told herself
and edged further out, bracing her bare feet against the cold stone of the
outside of the building.�

She counted to three and lost her nerve.�

Psyching herself up she decided she�d count from ten. She would do it.�

Breathing fast, she counted
down.�

Part of her prayed that Tom or Severus
or Rodolphus or Draco or anyone would come now and stop her but the room was still and the
wind was cold and she got to one and pushed off, kicking away with her feet,
sailing through the air, wind tearing at her.�

She always thought that these
things happened in slow motion but it wasn�t like that at all.� The ground rushed up at her with frightening
speed and then she smashed into it with the force of a subway train.�

She didn�t hear herself grunt or
feel the cracking of her bones, the blood seeping out where her skin had
literally split from the force of the impact.�

She felt cold and tired.� Her fingers
twitched in shock, curling of their own accord.�
The stones beneath her felt so comfortable.� She closed her eyes and slept.

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