Precious Mudblood | By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6 |
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In the morning she found herself
on her back, both men curled up against her.
Her face was turned slightly toward Tom, whose hand was, (she blushed), cupping
her mons lightly, seemingly unconsciously. Severus, on her other side, had his hand on
her abdomen and his calf hooked over hers.
She felt very..wanted...somehow.
“Why must you always wake up far before it is time to rise” Tom
mumbled against her skin.
She yawned widely. “I do it purely to tick you off” she
muttered.
“I thought so” he slurred and fell back to sleep.
She frowned at him, wanting to move and stretch her back. His hand on her was starting to feel a bit
tantalizing too, as nonchalantly as he cupped her.
She shifted her hips gingerly,
trying not to wake either of the men but attempting to move herself up slightly
so that Tom’s finger would just-..
“Want something?” he mumbled,
amused.
Her breath caught. She felt his
finger curl and dip into her slightly, just as she’d wanted it to. He teased over her clit and she tried to rock
as subtly as she could to not wake Severus.
“Mmmm”
the long haired boy rumbled on her other side, his hand sliding up to cup her
breast. “What a pleasant way to
awaken.”
“Isn’t it just?!” Tom smirked on her other side, his hand teasing her more
forcefully now. She rolled her hips against
his skilful fingers.
“More” she urged breathily.
Severus raised himself, looking
over her at Tom, obviously talking in that silent manner they often did.
He smiled, greatly pleased by something. A moment later he dived under the
covers and, while Tom pulled her face back to lock her mouth to his and kiss
her languidly, the covers peaked and shifted as Severus pulled her into a
suitably open position and burrowed his face between her legs.
She bucked in pleasure , Toms tongue in her mouth, as Severus’ tongue began doing amazing
things below.
Tom rose, leaning over her, still
kissing her and toyed with her breasts gently.
He pulled back and gazed on her with an appraising possessive
expression.
“We are both going to have you, my
dear. I am allowing Severus to fuck
you, as we both know he has been dying to for so long it is practically driving
him mad. ...You are going to offer me the last untouched place you
possess.
It will hurt. I could ensure that it does not.. but I will not. ...I
am still angry with you for daring to try to take your own life when you know
that it belongs to me..”
‘I wanted to protect you’ she
thought, gasping as Severus sucked on her clit. ‘I love you.. I don’t
want you to be in danger’
She pulled his head back down, kissing him hungrily as her body wriggled and
rocked against the smooth face sucking and licking at her pussy.
Tom growled low, nipping at her lip and pulling back. “I don’t care about your
intentions. You are mine. The decision is
mine.
He reached down under the covers and grabbed a handful of Severus hair, dragging
him up her body. When the long haired
boy emerged, his face was slick and he was licking his lips, black eyes
glittering with lust.
He leaned down to kiss her but Tom dragged him back, pulling him to his own
mouth, kissing him brutally, biting and sucking before releasing his lips and
proceeding to lick the shiny juice from the boy’s face.
“Mmmmm ...take her” he muttered.
She felt Severus heavy cock
lowered for the first time against her since they’d bathed. He rubbed it against her, slathering it in
her sopping wetness and looking down at her as if he wanted to memorise her
face.
Then, in one movement he pulled back and with unerring aim thrust forward and skewered
her.
She gasped,
her back arching painfully as his size seemed to both stab at her womb and
stretch her walls.
“Uhhhhhh” Severus groaned, his eyes slipping
closed. “Even better than I imagined.. so
hot.. wet..tight.”
Tom pulled her face to the side
and kissed her again, stretching his tongue as deeply into her as he could, trying to push it into her throat.
Severus started to move and the intense slippery pressure was amazing. She moved mindlessly, rotating her hips.
After Tom had kissed her for a few
minutes, allowing Severus to continue to fuck her with audible enjoyment, he pulled away and without warning shoved Severus
hard, pushing him off her to the side to land on the bed.
Severus glared at him in surprise,
a barely veiled snarl on his lips.
“Thats enough.” Tom smirked. “On your back!”
he glanced at Hermione imperiously.
“Ride him.”
She twisted and moved to climb
over Severus but he was already gripping her and forcefully pulling her where
he wanted her, shoving his cock back up into her with a groan of relief.
She sighed happily and moved on him, his hands on her ass directing her as she
rose and fell.
Tom had moved too.
He had positioned himself behind her and now his hands slid around her, moving
over her belly, breasts, sliding down to toy at her clitoris, making her bounce
on Severus and pant, thrilled. “please.. don’t stop!” she begged Tom,
but he removed his hand, and wiped it over her lips, smearing her with her own
juices.
Severus black eyes flashed and he tore her down to his mouth with a hand on the
back of her neck, kissing and licking at her.
She felt Tom’s fingers exploring
the place where Severus’ cock was pumping up into her.
Severus moaned, obviously enjoying
the unexpected touch as much as she. The
fingers travelled up from her pussy to brush over her ass and tease at her tiny
rosette.
“It will hurt, my dear. There
must be blood” Tom said in a low voice.
She whimpered and tried to pull
away but Severus held her fast. He broke off the kiss to pull her down even
lower, pushing her ass up for Tom and mumbling against her neck.
“it is only a little
pain. You’ve had worse. Let it happen, Hermione.”
She felt Tom’s fingers probing her
again and it hurt unreasonably much when he forced the tip of his finger into
her. She squeaked in shock.
Tom laughed low.
“It will not feel as it did last time you felt a cock in your polyjuiced ass either
my dear, even taking into account this body’s inexperience. Unfortunately the female anatomy is simply
different. It is not as..accomodating..to
this pleasure.
But over time you will learn to enjoy this when I wish it. I can
make it more pleasurable for you.
But I will not this time. This time you will feel the undiluted
pain.
You say you wish to protect me.. you
claim to accept my ownership of you.. you claim to.. love me.
If those things are true- you will ask me for this.
Offer yourself to me, Hermione. Offer
yourself up to the pain I’ll give you.
Show me you desire to be mine..”
The fingertip slid out of her
again and she felt a terrible fizzing sensation inside. He had cast the scourgifying colonic
spell.
She froze, although Severus
continued pumping up into her very slowly, his breathing fast. She could feel his pulse racing in his throat
by her lips.
“I’m scared” she whimpered.
A hand stroked down her back. She could
not tell if it was Tom or Severus.
“Could you use a spell to-“
“No.” Tom’s cold voice
interrupted. “I will not influence your
will in that manner today. You must
decide. If you cannot accept this fate
and offer yourself to me despite your fear..” he
hesitated.
“..I will leave you alone with Severus.
I will not deny him what he has so long desired. But I will not see you again.”
Her breath caught. Did he mean it?! She’d never see him again if she didn’t ask him to hurt her horribly!?
What kind of bloody psychopathic deranged.. she launched into an
internal panicked bout of cursing.
A pair of hands slid gently up her
back and back down to grip her hips loosely, fingertips stroking her silky
skin.
She thought about Tom sleeping behind her last night, his breath on the back of
her neck, arm around her.
She couldn’t..not.. see him
again.
She didn’t want him to go away again.
She wanted to fall asleep that way every night.
“-and you can..”
Tom urged convincingly.
“embrace the choice.. be
mine.. it is such a small thing that I require.
Hardly to compare with a cruciatus curse or the rigors of
your initiation. You want to please me..
don’t you?”
Hermione felt a stab of fear
inside her again but what he was saying sounded so reasonable really.
He was going to have anal sex with her.
It was not as if he was going to string her up and whip her or burn her
or flay her. It was hardly an exotic and
forbidden practice – she’d heard some women enjoyed it.
It could not possibly hurt as much as the cruciatus and he would probably heal
her afterward.
“Indeed” he responded again to her
thoughts. “you
will be fully restored. No trace will
remain.”
She swallowed. Severus hands, which had been resting on her
lower back, stroked her reassuringly and he stilled his subtle achingly slow
thrusts into her. Sighing, she forced
her hands underneath his back and gripped him hard.
She said in a small, not particularly enthused voice. “Ok.”
“If this is what you want..if this is what it will
cost.. do it. I
give myself to you, Tom. I’m yours. Take me.”
She braced herself, curling her body tightly around Severus, her head pressed
into his neck. One of his hands came up
and stroked her hair, the other moving from her lower to her middle back.
It felt comforting. Well.. except perhaps for his cock that
he had started to rock in her gently again.
Tom sighed in satisfaction and she
felt something brush up against her ass.
One of the hands on her hips was removed.
She felt his large, hot, slightly weepy cock positioned against her
rosette and then there was a feeling of increasing pressure.
She clutched Severus even tighter
and he rumbled. “easy.
Shhhhh”
The pressure on her ass rapidly
evolved into pain as Tom started pushing – hard – trying to force the head of
his cock inside her. She bit her lips
and tried to be quiet and relax. It
felt like he was trying to shove a baseball bat into her, it was
impossible. The flat wide pressure just
pushed her sensitive flesh in, without parting it.
His hand returned to her hip to
join the other and then he was pulling her and forcing that blunt pressure
against her harder.
She hummed uncomfortably, her eyes closed.
A growl from behind her indicated that Tom was less than satisfied with
events.
The pressure vanished and then she
heard him spit, feeling wetness land on the cleft of her ass. He smeared it down over her rosette and
roughly forced a finger into her, making her squeak and flinch away.
His hands caught her hips again and he hissed low. “stay..” then one hand vanished and the horrible pressure returned,
worse than before.
She could feel him rubbing his cock over her tiny puckered hole trying to find
an angle that would allow himself to force through the
ring of muscle.
He pushed with his cock in his hand and pulled at her hip at the same time and
just as the painful pressure became unbearable it got worse. Sharp stabbing and stretching pain lanced
through her ass as he forced the very tip of his head in.
She whimpered, digging her fingers
into Severus. It really hurt! it got worse as he
worked and stretched her further, the pressure never letting up. She felt like he was splitting her open.
“Relax, damn you!” he hissed and
slapped her ass, shocking her.
He thrust forward hard and the head of his cock finally slipped past her tight
ring, She felt her ass spasm, trying to eject the
uncomfortable foreign mass. It truly
felt like he was massively huge.
When he started to push forward again and the horrible sharp stretching feeling
was joined by a burning, she tried to crawl forward to compensate and keep him
still.
His hands tightened on her hips.
“Hold her, Severus” Tom growled
low.
Severus comforting stroking hands
moved immediately, one sliding over her upper back, gripping and bracing her
shoulder, the other holding her around her lower back. She found that any movement was now
thoroughly impeded.
Tom’s hands on her hips prevented her doing much from the waist down to avoid
the terrible sensation. He held her
immovably in place.
She whimpered, starting to
cry. At that moment Tom suddenly drove
forward into her. She screamed against Severus
neck.
It felt like being stabbed.
It was bad! Really
bad. Par with the cruciatus, she
thought.
“Shhhh shhhh. I’m sorry Hermione.” Severus was saying into her ear. “Be strong.
The pain will recede soon” She sobbed against him.
Tom forced himself further in, shoving hard, and she bit down on Severus flesh
where his shoulder met his neck, screaming through her teeth. He winced sharply and held her more
tightly.
Tom was pulling back now and it hurt just as bad. When she thought he might remove that
baseball bat from her ass he drove forward again
violently, impaling himself to the hilt. She screamed again. It felt like he
tore her wide open.
Her ass burned and stung and ached...
She could feel his short curled hair brush against her crack.
He did it twice more and at the last it felt slightly easier, as if she were
lubricated.
She realised that it was probably
blood.
He stopped and she heard him pant
at Severus “sweet fucking Merlin, she’s almost too tight. ..I need to stop for a minute. See if you can’t heat
her up again.
Not that I do not enjoy sodomizing crying girls, but you know
where this must lead if it is to be successful.”
Hermione was somewhat beyond
caring about where this must lead or what success exactly meant. She just wanted it to stop. She didn’t understand why he had to hurt
her. She knew damn well that he probably
had dozens of spells that he could use to make this better. He was deliberately not using them.
Severus started moving inside her
again slowly. She felt stretched beyond
capacity. Severus movements seemed to
rub against the pressure in her ass.
When Tom remained quiescent it almost didn’t hurt so much. Her entrance burned and ached and it felt
like his huge cock throbbed inside her, but it was not as bad.
It just felt like she really.. really needed to use the
bathroom.
“Stop biting me now, Hermione. There’s a good girl” Severus said
gently.
She realised that her teeth were sunk quite deeply in the man’s boyish
flesh. She could taste a little
blood.
Letting go and lifting her head somewhat she saw an angry purple ring of teethmarks and some small drops of blood welling up . Her jaw ached.
“sorry..”
she muttered.
“Mm.. its quite alright.
Kiss me..” he purred.
She frowned anxiously. She didn’t want to
move in case Tom started moving again.
“Perhaps it would be better if..” Tom’s voice trailed off and the next thing she knew he
had leaned down over her back, tossing Severus arms off her impatiently and
clamped her to him, then rolled to the side, tearing her off Severus again, to
rest on his chest as he lay on his back, up against the pillows.
It felt like her weight forced him
even deeper inside her. She lay limply, her head on his shoulder.
He arranged his arms so that he could cup her breast and play with her
pussy.
She barely responded.
The surly looking man at their side watched with visible irritation. “Must
you keep doing that, my Lord?” he grumbled.
Tom chuckled below her, the movement
shaking her slightly and making her breasts jiggle.
“There are more important things, Severus”
he reminded him. “lick
her. Ignite her passions again and I will allow you to fuck her to completion
before I finish it.”
Severus rolled lithely to his hands and knees
and she parted her legs eagerly, Tom parting his own beneath her, for Severus
to lie betwixt them.
His body was lovely. Broad shouldered milky skin tapering down to a rounded attractively
muscled arse. Strong thighs
parted slightly to allow him to grind against the mattress as he applied his
face to her pussy once more, obviously very much enjoying her taste.
His efforts soon bore fruit. Lying like this the pain in her ass faded to a background
discomfort and the stimulation of her clit moved to the forefront of her
attention.
She sighed as he inserted his tongue into her as far as it would go; thrusting
in and out and calming the reddened flesh from where he’d been fucking
her. Soon enough she was rocking
slightly against his sucking lips on her clitoris.
She’d winced the first time she
tried to move like that and then Tom had started to play with her breasts
gently; the next time she’d tried to move, he’d moved with her, very slightly
shifting within her.
It hurt, but in conjunction with Severus’ talented tongue on her clit, it was
almost ok.
Severus seemed to notice her
change and increased his efforts severalfold, gently
plucking at her tiny bud with careful teeth.
She gasped and moaned. Two of his
fingers slid into her, increasing the pleasurable stimulation and, when she bit
her lip, rolling her hips in time with his fingers thrusting, he inserted a
third finger.
The tightness was delicious when he twisted them in her.
Tom had started to slowly move in short thrusts in her ass, circling his pelvis
and stretching her. The pain seemed to
actually enhance the feelings in her pussy a bit now. It was like a sharp edge on top of the smooth
waves.
Severus got up on his hands and
knees now and crawled up her body till his knees were pushing Tom’s and hers
wide.
Her pussy was at just the right height with her lying on Tom this way, he could lean
forward slightly and position his cock at her entrance.
Pushing in, it felt again as if he was brushing up against Tom, increasing the
pressure within her, but he reached down and played the pad of his thumb over
her clit, expertly teasing her to a mild frenzy.
When he started to thrust into her
in earnest he keyed back his stimulation, leaving her panting and eager but
keeping her just far enough away from her climax to feel it almost upon her without
being able to reach it.
Tom started kissing her neck and she tilted her head away, baring her throat to
him.
Severus was growling and fucking
her harder and she could feel Tom thrusting in and out of her slowly too
now.
It felt..
it felt quite good actually. She could come like this..
if Severus would just touch her clit.
She reached down to do it herself
and Toms hands slid from her breasts to her wrists, capturing her hands and
wrapping them around her. He tutted in her ear. “Now now.. patience, my dear.”
She groaned in frustrated need as
he started sucking on her earlobe and then nipped a line down her throat.
Rolling her hips helplessly between the two thrusting cocks rubbing against
each other through the thin skin she tried desperately and futilely to get
enough friction where she wanted it in order to tip over the edge. It seemed
that that was not what either of her partners wished however. Every time she
was close, they would stop or alter their movement to prevent her from reaching
completion
With a low growl of urgent need, Severus
suddenly kicked up a gear, starting to slam into her and a few seconds later he
groaned deeply and burst, filling her with his seed as he jerked weakly, his
pelvis clamped to her by his hands on her hips.
She cried out in frustration. She
had been so close..
if Severus had just kept doing that a little longer..
Tom started moving more vigorously as soon as Severus had stilled and she found
that the pain in her rear was almost gone, it just felt a little uncomfortable
and strange.
And wet, she added thoughtfully.
Severus flinched slightly every time Tom thrust and soon he withdrew his overly
sensitive cock and sat back on his heels.
In response, Tom released one of
her wrists and gestured, cleaning them both, never stopping his own movement in
her.
She felt frustrated and needy at
being empty and understimulated.
Severus looked past her head and
seemed to attend to a silent communication.
He nodded silently and climbed off the bed, retreating to the bathroom
with a final long look back at Hermione.
A moment later she heard the shower start.
She whined in frustration and Tom nipped her neck sharply, wringing a
breathy yelp from her.
“Hush, my dear. Concentrate on the feeling.
Doesn’t it feel..good... so dirty
and wrong.. so slippery and strange.”
Toms mouth at her ear made her shudder in lust.
His breath.. the dark promise
in his voice.
He fucked her a bit harder and she wriggled, bucking her hips at air, feeling
like she needed Severus back again.. needed Severus mouth on her clit.. or
his thumb.. anything. She had been so close!
Toms hand slid down the damp skin
of her abdomen, over her mound, down to her clit.
She whimpered and tried to raise
herself up against his fingers..but they remained a
half a millimetre too far away.
She could feel them..
just there.. every so often a
feather light touch across her clit. It
was maddening.
Her pussy clutched and sucked at air.
Tom’s cock pumped up into her hard and he was breathing fast across her ear now.. making her heart flutter.
She thought she might go mad if he
didn’t let her come soon.
His finger touched her clit again
lightly and she cried out, bucking her hips as her climax inched a little
closer again.
“feel it, Hermione.” He
urged.
His finger hovered nanometres out of reach and she growled in frustrated urgent
desperation.
His cock in her ass made her yearn to come but it wasn’t quite enough.
“Do you remember when I took you
against the wall in the shower” he said low and punctuated his words by sucking
on a sensitive spot below her ear.
She whined and remembered how he’d looked at her with such a penetrating
demanding hunger as he’d nailed her to the wall. Hearing the shower running in the background
now made it more tangible. She imagined
she was back in the shower again and he was holding her against the wall, his
hands on her wrists, pressing her face to the cold stone as he slid in and out
of her ass.
“Yessss..” he hissed. “like that.. Mmm...I want you to come for me... Show me you belong to me, Hermione..
come with my cock in your ass.. Do you remember how I fucked you when you
wore my own body.. come for me!”
His hand that wasn’t hovering over her pussy suddenly pinched her nipple hard and
she gasped in pleasure.
When he’d fucked her that night
he’d hurt her so much but it had felt amazing and she’d come so hard.
She felt the ghost of his finger over her clit, not even touching, just
hovering. The weight
of a shadow. She clenched her ass
around him, feeling his slick oily movement through her.
He was right.. it felt so wrong
but somehow so hot..like it was bad or shameful.. degrading.. to enjoy it.
Tom sniggered at her ear. “Indeed, my dear” he panted. “what would your former acquaintances at the
order think ..if they saw you writhing in sodomite pleasure
on my cock. ..Perhaps i’ll send them a pensieve
memory. I’m sure the remaining Weasleys would find it.. edifying”
She gasped and bucked on his
prick, her clit spasming quite without
stimulation.
“You like that.. my filthy
little mudblood queen?” he laughed breathlessly.
“I’d flip you over and drive you
into the bed if I didn’t know you’d
rut the mattress and bring yourself off immediately”
She whined, trying to turn her head to catch his lips,
He cooperated and brought his mouth to hers, putting his hands onto her hips
and effortlessly lifting and slamming her onto his cock.
Pulling away from her thrusting tongue he hissed “Raise your knees, my
beautiful whore”
Hermione complied after a few
seconds. It was difficult to do it...
lifting her legs changed the angle of her ass upon him, seemed to spread her to him even
further.
He caught her under the knees and pulled them up and apart, holding her wide
open for his long plunging length. She
found herself moaning. She was
surprised.
If he.. if he just.. she could almost
come.. it felt strange and different, her pussy
clenched at nothing.
“Do you know...at your initiation..” he hissed excitedly. “I had intended to fuck you like thiss in front of all my asssembled
Death Eaters after you killed the Weasley boy.
I would have used the lussst incantation to forssse you to come in front of them all..
begging and ssscreaming for Lord
Voldemort to fuck you even harder.”
The image was too much. She felt herself
pitch violently into her climax, her clitoris twanging and throbbing untouched,
every muscle clenching. She heard her
own voice shrieking in pleasure as Tom fucked her wildly and exploded inside
her bare seconds later, as if he’d been hovering on the edge, only waiting for
her to come to let himself go.
They coasted down from the high together slowly, his movements in her gradually
winding down till they lay, both breathing fast, glazed in sweat.
He released her legs and she let them slide back down to lie atop his. She felt her skin sticking to his beneath her.
“Uhh” he
huffed exhaustedly, letting his head fall back. She sighed in blissful
afterglow. His hand came up and brushed
her damp hair away from her face.
“My precious..” he murmured distractedly, as if he
were talking not to her but to himself. “Severus is correct. It matters not why you are so deliciously tantalizing. It is sufficient that you are.
If it is a drug...If I am drunk on your essence – you will still be mine.
Utterly.
Forever.
I will kill any wizard that tries to take you from me.”
His arms curled around her possessively and he rolled them onto their sides,
his soft penis slipping from inside her.
She felt liquid drip out slightly at the same time.
He kissed the back of her neck and
then rolled away from her, getting out of bed. She rolled onto her back, looking curiously as
he retrieved his wand from his robe and returned, climbing back onto the bed
and crawling gracefully to straddle her.
When he pointed his wand at her
forehead, she felt no fear. Not after
what he had said before he got up.
He probably wouldn’t hurt her.
She shivered pleasurably when he started
speaking in parseltongue and his wand moved over her forehead, drawing a sigil. He moved it
down and pointed over her left breast, speaking again in those soft dark
hissing tones and drawing another sigil. Then he moved off her and knelt to the left
in order to roughly pull her onto her side, and she felt his wand dip into the
cleft between her buttocks.
She frowned over her shoulder at him as he incanted in parseltongue once again,
she could feel the thin wooden shaft moving against her flesh, drawing.
He released her and then pointed
the wand at his own cock. She noticed
that it was covered in drying blood and blinked, wide eyed.
It hadn’t hurt except in the
beginning – how the hell was there that much blood?!
Tom had finished incanting and was
already moving to his own heart. She
watched as he also spoke the words and drew a sigil on
his own forehead and then he performed a complex curling wand movement and
spoke one final lengthy stream of parseltongue.
There was a strange unbalanced
feeling as if the world was shaking beneath her slightly or as if she were
standing on a beam and losing her balance.
Then it settled.
She frowned at him. Was something else
supposed to happen? She didn’t feel any
different.
He smirked.
“You’re not supposed to. If the spell
were bidirectional, you would feel me as I now feel you.
But do believe me.. it was
successful. You are bound to me
now.”
She smiled, pleased, looking up
into his red eyes brightly.
Her joy dimmed when a thought occurred to her then. “What about Harry?” she asked
tentatively.
Tom’s expression darkened.
“You are also bound to him. Our bindings
are currently of similar strength, due to young Harry’s thankfully imperfect
understanding of the nature of parseltongue mediated bindings.”
“He did not realise the important
role of will. Your unwillingness to
engage in the sex act with him and his use of a lust incantation to force you
to comply, together with your ignorance
of his intentions – your lack of desire to be ‘his’ - severely weakened the
effect of his binding.
Unfortunately, his mark upon you..and the use of the blood
of your maidenhead in the incantation are both strengthening factors and thus
it was completed even so.”
“Had he secured your willing and
informed participation.. it
is probable that I would not have been able to bind you now.” Tom appeared pensive for a moment, sitting
back on his heels.
“it is also possible that his blending with part of my
soul may have rendered him magically similar enough to myself that I was able
to usurp his binding to cast my own.” He
frowned, looking darkly at the candles in the candelabra on the bedside
table.
“In any effect, the fact remains
that you have willingly offered me..a form of
virginity..you have suffered in sacrifice, I have
spilled your blood and you have expressed the desire to be truly mine.
You have climaxed from the art of my manhood alone and we have reached
our pleasure together. This satisfies
all the conditions of the binding, even if my mark and your maidenhead would
have been the optimal configuration. It
is still sufficient to match Potters connection.”
Tom’s eyes flashed in pleased
surprise and he smiled nastily suddenly, looking at her.
“I can feel him faintly.. through you.. He has realised what has happened and is
furious. How
delightful!”
Tom reached out and grabbed her
left arm, pulling it up and licking over Harry’s mark slowly and lingeringly.
He fell into cruel laughter. “The boy is
in a frenzy now.”
The door to the bathroom opened
and Severus stepped out in a towel, stopping and looking at them both
questioningly.
“it was successful” Tom said in a satisfied
voice.
Severus brightened. “Excellent my lord.
Congratulations!”
Tom rolled his eyes. “Thank you for the half hearted attempt to
veil your envy, my servant.
– know, that had it not been for Potter, this
binding would have been yours, Severus.
Alas, we seem to have run out of virginity.
You will therefore remain unsatisfied.
Take it up with the boy if it frustrates you.”
The long haired youth scowled
blackly. “I regret my inability to
sufficiently suppress my own desires in this instance, Master. I shall certainly take up the matter with
the boy at the earliest possible convenience.”
He stalked to the bed silently and slid into a horizontal position with lithe
catlike fluidity.
“Would you like me to heal her while you shower?”
Tom looked into his eyes and seemed to sigh gently. Communication passed between them for almost
a minute.
Finally Tom looked to Hermione with an unreadable expression. “Is that acceptable for you, my dear?”
She looked at him curiously. It was unexpected that he would ask her
instead of simply deciding.
“Of course” she responded lightly.
She felt a tiny bit disappointed that Tom would not heal her himself but she
thought that Severus probably wanted to be alone with her. He seemed a bit upset.
Tom’s shuttered eyes blinked
slowly and she somehow felt he had acknowledged her understanding of the
situation.
He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Precious girl..” he
murmured and got up, going to the bathroom and closing the door after
himself.
Severus sat up and moved closer to
her. “Are you ok?”
She smiled and sat up, wincing
slightly. The movement, stretching her
skin, made her bottom hurt a bit.
“Well.. I was before I moved. But it’s not so bad”
Severus looked relieved.
There was a faint squeak.
Severus’ head whirled in that direction, alarmed. Hermione realised what it was.
“Oh my god. Draco!
I forgot that you were even here” She blushed bright red.
It seemed that Severus had
too.
Tom she couldn’t be sure of – it was possible that he simply did not care that
he was there.
There was another squeak which
sounded indignant and the blond boy unfolded at the foot of the bed.
“Granger..
you ok? That
was.. intense.”
He looked at Severus and the two ‘boys’ exchanged a look that held an undertone
of challenge.
She had the feeling Severus wanted to piss a circle around her and bare his
teeth at Draco, metaphorically speaking.
“I’m fine. Thanks.. both of you.”
Draco looked down, alarmed, seeing
her red face. “Don’t blush Granger.. I- I shouldn’t have said anything. I was just.. concerned.
You don’t have to ever feel embarrassed about anything in front of me, ok? You were.. amazing”
The blond boy swallowed and darted a look up at her nervously. His eyes were stormy with emotion.
“Thank you Draco” Severus said
dryly. “Get back in your basket, if you
please. Hermione will play with you later.
Perhaps I can procure her some cat toys for you.”
Draco’s face twisted in a snarl
and he took a half step forward before he forced himself to stop.
Realistically seen – Severus had his wand already in his hand and, even on a
good day and with the element of surprise, Draco would probably still have his
arse handed to him. The man was a world
class duelist, a dirty fighter and due to his
experiences with the marauders during his Hogwarts years, he had a paranoid
nature and the reflexes of a cat.
Draco backed off and shot her a
regretful look before transforming and slinking back to the basket Tom had
transfigured for him, curling into a sulky ring of ferret.
She offered Severus a ‘was that
really necessary’ expression and the boy raised his eyebrows and smirked
innocently.
“He did say he did not want to be a wizard.
I am only giving him what he apparently wants, Hermione.
Now roll onto your stomach for me and I shall repair you.”
Hermione frowned ruefully but lay
back down and turned over.
Severus wince suggested to her that there must have been quite a bit of
blood. The black silk sheets were
probably hiding a multitude of sins, she thought.
His hand brushed lightly over the
cheeks of her bottom. Then she heard him
singing quietly.
Once again she thought to herself what a lovely voice he had and that it was a
shame that he seemed shy about raising it.
After a few minutes he said
quietly. “I have healed the physical
damage but I will give you a couple of potions after you are dressed.
One to ensure against any sepsis which may have occurred –
unlikely though it may be. And.. a contraceptive.
A real one, not
like Potter’s lie that you described in your pensieve
memory. That was to block Lestrange, I gather – it sounds like it could be Melgar’s protected-sleep elixir or something else in the
dreamless range.
The little bastard was probably hoping to impregnate you if he could. Thank Merlin he was unsuccessful.”
Hermione smiled grimly.
“What has happened to him?” She asked
carefully, hoping that this wouldn’t make Severus angry.
His young face darkened.
“He is still in the room in which
you last saw him.
Physical and psychological torture proved ineffective. Persuasion and coercion and even seduction
failed but eventually I managed to find an agent to impair his occlumency and the Dark Lord was able to discern what
binding spell he had used on you.”
“He refuses to participate in any
rite to release the binding. He offered
to remove your mark once but it was merely in the hope that the Dark Lord would
release his magic.
We are looking into other methods of
neutralizing the mark. This binding was the
first step toward that end.
If we are able to remove his binding with you then it will be possible to kill
him and that should remove your mark.
The Dark Lord plans-..” Severus broke off and seemed to
reconsider.
“Plans what?” Hermione asked,
concerned now.
“it is of
no consequence.” Severus said dismissively.
“Come. I will escort you to your
room and wait while you dress. You may
bring your..pet.
I imagine he would prefer not to remain here alone with his Master.”
Hermione stood, unbothered by her
nakedness and walked to the cat’s basket, crouching and lifting Draco
carefully.
“Come on then ferret” she said, smirking.
The small animal let her pick him
up and cradle him against her breast in the crook of her arm.
Severus shot him a disapproving..and faintly envious..
look.
She stroked Draco’s stomach and
the ferret basked, his head falling back.
“You realise you are not helping
matters by coddling the whelp?!” Severus
said acidly.
“But he’s adorable!” she
protested. “How can you not want to
tickle his tummy.
Look at him!”
The ferret turned his face toward the sable haired boy again and looked somehow
smug.
“Oh come on then.” Severus snapped
and stalked to the door, throwing it open and marching out in a huff.
She followed at a more sedate pace stroking Draco’s head.
He twisted his head around and licked her hand, squeaking at her softly.
“its ok. I know
you were just worried.” She whispered at him and held him closer.
When she got to her room she could
hear the shower running already.
Walking into the bathroom she found Severus lounging against the vanity
in his towel.
She smiled at him
“Would you like to join me?”
He raised an eyebrow and looked
pointedly at the ferret in her arms. “Will wildlife be involved?” he asked
sardonically.
She sighed at Draco. “You can’t expect me to wash you every time
you shower!” she said to the small white face.
The ferrets head swung toward
Severus uncertainly.
“You may join us..in
human form” Severus offered
generously and inspected nails that were perfectly filed and clean, looking up
at Draco as if to say ‘hurry up and decide, you’re wasting my time.’
Hermione put the small animal on
the ground. The ferret craned his head
up to look at them both, sitting down on his haunches and thinking for almost a
minute. Then he squeaked once as if to
say ‘shan’t’ and turned and bounced out of the bathroom.
Severus scowled.
“Damn it all to hell!” he cursed under his breath. “I’m concerned about this, Hermione.”
“Apart from the question of Draco’s
mental state - have
you any idea how Lucius is going to react if... When.. he learns that his only heir has abandoned any and all
duties in order to be your housepet?!
He has already been quite vexed at being denied access to you. He was not informed about your..accident and resulting condition.
He seems to believe that he has some claim to you – that you share some kind of
mutual affection– he has become quite
obsessed. The Dark Lord’s continued
refusal to allow him to see you has made him volatile.”
“Draco’s absence if he remains
here with you, will be conspicuous and Lucius will find
out one way or another where he is. At
that point I am entirely certain that all hell will break loose.
Beyond the shame of Draco’s behaviour – Lucius will
be enraged that his son is in your presence.. in your graces.. when he himself is
denied.”
Hermione swallowed and
frowned.
“I see” she said softly.
She looked down and gently undid the towel around Severus waist, laying it on
the vanity.
“Come on.” She tugged at his waist and
turned, going to the shower and slipping inside.
They took a long time in the
shower. Severus washed her body from
head to toe, and although he did not try to touch her sexually, he washed her
hair for her with great care and apparent relish and then he held her to his
chest for a long time with the water splashing down on her back.
Eventually she sighed.
“I will have to see Lucius.” she said quietly.
Severus stiffened but he did not
try to pull away. “That is not
necessary, Hermione” he said in a low voice.
She lifted her head and tried to
read his expression. “Perhaps it is,
perhaps not. It is the easiest way to
deal with this situation. If I see Lucius, he will not become an unpredictable potential
threat to Tom and I can request he offer Draco as a guard.
If I refuse to see him.. as
you said – he will be very angry about Draco, i don’t
know what he might do to him - and he will resent Tom for denying him what he
wants.
Tom did say that Lucius was a spoiled child. It’s the only real solution. Let’s not dwell
on the inevitable.”
Severus arms tightened around her
slightly.
“it is not
the only solution. Draco could pull
himself together, stop avoiding his problems by posing as wild vermin and Lucius would simply have to accept that it is no longer
appropriate for him to spend the...time... he desires with you now that you are
blood bonded to his master.
THAT is the easiest solution, Hermione”
He sounded slightly petulant.
Hermione thought on his solution
for a minute. She contradicted him
finally-
“The problem isn’t Lucius understanding of the
situation. As you said – he is
obsessed. He will desire me even if he
is given a reasonable explanation as to why he cannot see me. His anger and frustration will only make him
more of a risk. And..
and I don’t want to make Draco return to a life in
which he is tortured and prostituted constantly.
He doesn’t deserve that.
The only reason he betrayed Tom was that he wanted to be able to sleep without
fear. If he feels happy around me – if
he prefers being a ferret to being a wizard for the moment – I won’t force him
to do anything.”
Severus said nothing.
She turned and shut off the water,
getting out and reaching for two towels.
As she handed Severus his, he said, with a troubled look on his face – “i tried to protect him, you know”
She tried not to look too
sceptical. Severus looked hurt at her
disbelief.
“I warned Lucius. I appealed to the Dark Lord. He is not my
child.. nor my servant. They both essentially instructed me to keep
out of it.
You have no idea how often I fought.. physically fought.. with Lucius over Draco.” Severus
looked slightly sickened.
“what.. happened with the polyjuice was wrong.. it
should never have occurred. I have since
cursed myself over and over. ..I am
afraid Draco fears me now.
He has never ...never
feared me before. He would come to me
when he needed to talk.. or
hide.
What have I done?! The boy won’t even
remain in a human form now. I should
have stood up to the Dark Lord.
But..at the time I thought it better to do whatever it
took to keep him in a playful mood.
He might have reacted quite differently to finding you both, you know. Draco knew that he was taking his life in his hands, touching you – and
daring to use the Dark Lord’s hair in your polyjuice?!!”
Severus sounded exasperated.
“I was quite certain that the boy
would see a green light before the night was out. Faced with that or even with an extended bout
of crucio as an alternative I thought it would be
better if I touched him.. kissed
him..brought him off as expected of me – I thought that
Draco would be in less danger than if I refused to indulge our lord.” Severus trailed off.
His eyes implored her.. seemed to ask for some word of
understanding, forgiveness, some answer that would undo what had been
done.
Hermione swallowed. She didn’t have
one. Short of obliviating
Draco – and that would erase important contextual information, probably
rendering the boy a bit unstable in his view of reality - she didn’t see how you could take back
a blowjob. It went somewhat beyond the
bounds of normal, healthy, family life.
She set her mouth.
“Well.. the way I see it.. things are different now.
Whether for better or worse is too early to tell. You both need to adapt to this new view of
each other.” She looked at him
seriously.
“Do you truly completely regret being
with him in that way? You invited him to
shower with us, Severus. What if he had? You would have stared at the wall and
pretended we weren’t all naked?!
Are you only unhappy that things have changed or is
there some part of you that’s unhappy because he’s avoiding you when you have
just figured out that you might fancy him a wee bit.”
Severus looked ashamed. “I don’t want to ‘fancy him’ as you say. He is practically my son!”
At that moment the fully dressed
human Draco marched into the bathroom with a furious expression on his
face.
They both turned, taken aback, as if they had forgotten that he was in the next
room and that even as a ferret he did have the capacity to hear and understand
human speech without difficulty.
Severus looked panicky. “Draco..” he started.
Draco did not pause for a moment, he stamped up to him and violently kissed him,
forcing his tongue into Severus mouth.
Severus froze but when Draco
continued to snog him quite determinedly, he suddenly
melted and wrapped his arms around the boy, his hands wandering over his back
and into his silky hair, eyes closed with a look of ecstasy on his face.
Draco slowly ended the kiss and
glared at him. “Not everything is about you, you
know.” He growled.
Hermione recognised that she had
said the same thing to him when he had thought she’d tried to commit suicide
because of him.
“Don’t overthink
things, Severus.”
Draco turned then to her “And you
are not going to see my father, Granger. You know
how he can be... I’m not going to let you do that so that I can stay
here. I’ll go back. Severus is right.”
Severus looked relieved and proud
at the same time. He seemed to sigh then
and took a deep breath.
“I’m.. sorry Draco”
Draco looked at him and
snarled. “Damn it! don’t
make me shag you on the spot just to reassure you. I wanted to stay in my animagus
form because I thought the Dark Lord might allow me to see Granger that
way. You know that as a wizard..he’d send me off like my father. I..needed to see her.”
Severus looked torn “He’s right.”
He reluctantly agreed.
“If you do not see Lucius, the Dark Lord would likely
also choose to keep Draco at distance in order to avoid provoking a situation. Draco you will have to come to terms with not
seeing her.”
Draco looked upset but
resigned.
“No he won’t” Hermione
interrupted. “I’ve already told you what
is going to happen. I didn’t ask for a
democratic vote. I will ask Tom to allow
me to see Lucius.
I expect he’ll allow it in order to keep Lucius
managed and reasonable.
Besides.. if I’ve...infected..
or affected Lucius in the same way as i seem
to have everyone else then it would be cruel to refuse to see him.
Even if he is an utter bastard. I am not one.
And if I am going to have to see him anyway
then I damn well want Draco out of things.
I want him to stay here in this room in whatever form he chooses – but I
do agree that Tom is more likely to be amenable if he remains in animagus form for a lot of the time. So fine. He can be my familiar and my guard. Problem solved.
Now move. I want to get dressed. Someone cast a bloody drying charm on my hair
please.” She pushed between them and
stalked out of the bathroom.
The two boys..
men.. did not follow her out
of the bathroom immediately and as she dressed in white satin lingerie and pale
blue robes that gathered in an empire waist, she suspected they were snogging again.
Confirming this, Draco marched out
of the bathroom with swollen, thoroughly kissed lips, Severus trailing dazed
after him.
He inspected her outfit and raised
an eyebrow. “Very nice..”
he smirked.
She reached for silk slippers but
he took them out of her hands and pulled a pair of black heels out of the
wardrobe.
He tapped them, transfiguring them to the same blue as her robes.
She frowned at him. “I can’t walk
in those. Look at them!”
Draco looked at her in disdained amusement.
“Of course you can, Granger. Try.” He placed them down in front of her.
She slipped her white stockinged toes into them and stood up, wobbling slightly
in place.
“Now walk” he suggested. She did, very shakily, looking like she was
standing on stilts.
Draco gaped almost disgustedly.
“How could you possibly have reached this age without ever
walking in heels, Granger?! You
have to learn. You can’t go the rest of
your life wearing children’s shoes!”
She glared at him and kicked the
shoes off. “Shut up, ferret. You walk in them, if you think it’s so
easy. Prancing around in full
man-hunting kit hasn’t been exactly on the top of my list of priorities, you
know.”
Draco snorted and transfigured the
shoes into a larger size, toeing off his boots and socks and slipping his bare
feet in.
He walked up and down the room once gracefully.
On the return route he actually adjusted his pace and swung his hips
sexily. Both Hermione and Severus gaped,
their jaws very nearly hitting the floor.
Draco rolled his eyes at them. “You
do know the kinds of things I’ve been
doing for the Dark Lord for the last couple of years, right?”
They exchanged a mutually
discomfited expression. Hermione tried
to think of a way to ask politely “seriously?
Tom made you cross-dress to fuck bloody pervy
foreign men?!”
she couldn’t think of one.
“Ok. sorry
then. I take it back” she said weakly.
“But tell me again why I have to learn to do it?”
Draco looked like he didn’t quite
understand the question. “because.. its expected?” he supplied,
looking at her strangely. “Because the
Dark Lord might dress you in Marie Matoine designer
robes but if you are going to ruin the elegant line by wearing those ridiculous
flat things then you might as well be wearing an off the rack from Madame Malkin.”
He frowned at her expression which remained unconvinced.
“Because.. the Dark Lord will
like to look at you more in these.” He
pointed at the shoes. “As will my father. And If you can put
him in the right frame of mind perhaps he won’t see you as something to beat to
the ground and piss upon.
If you dress correctly... if you respond like a pureblood..
maybe..just maybe he might
act like an almost normal human being.” Draco
looked slightly distressed.
Hermione responded quickly. “ok. ok.. I’ll try. I’ll
learn to walk in them. You can teach
me. I’ll get it. Don’t worry.”
Draco looked relieved. He slipped the heels off and transfigured
them back to Hermione’s size.
She put them on and wobbled again.
Severus cast a drying charm on her
hair and Draco looked at her speculatively.
“Up, I think” he said and started casting upon her hair.
Somehow or other he managed to tame it into a French twist. She looked at him as if he’d just solved
world hunger.
“you really really should stay here and be my guard and occasional
pet. Seriously. Please stay!”
He smirked and offered her a hand to guide her back to the Dark Lord’s
bedchamber.
“Draco..”
Severus started and the boy realised his error and shrank back into ferret
form.
Severus smiled nastily down at him suddenly.
He retrieved a pair of Hermione’s white panties from her wardrobe and
transfigured it into a tiny diamond studded collar and thin silver rope
leash.
The ferret stood on its hind legs
and put tiny paws on where its hips would be if he didn’t have a body like a
slinky-spring, looking up at him irately.
Severus lowered himself to one
knee and stroked a finger over his head.
“if you wear a leash, perhaps you will be
allowed to leave with her” he cajoled.
Draco took his hands away from his
hips and grudgingly offered his neck, standing up and balancing his paws on Severus
knee.
He looked away in shame as Severus attached the tiny soft leather collar.
“What will
happen if he tries to transform?!” Hermione asked anxiously.
Severus pursed his lips. “It should
expand. I placed a charm upon it to remain
a millimetre away from the surface of whatever it surrounds. As he changes it should simply expand to
retain this property.”
The ferret squeaked nervously. Hermione
looked uneasy too.
“So you mean.. there’s a
small chance that if he transforms it might break his neck?! Take it off!”
Draco looked at her and then he
was transforming. Her heart nearly
stopped in panic.
But the collar worked perfectly and he was left standing looking unbearably
delicious in a white diamond-studded collar and leash that set off his silvery
eyes brilliantly.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him as she calmed again. “you know-...” she
began.
“I know” he interrupted and rolled
his eyes. “The whole bit with the collar and leash and leather and paddles and
saddles and cages.. all not
new to me. You like it. I’ll wear it.” He stated it flatly in an absolutely jaded
fashion.
Hermione blushed slightly. “well.. it.. it does suit you a bit.. sorry...”
Draco stalked up to her with a wicked little smirk
“I’ll be your pet, Granger.. I
already said that. You can do what you
want with me. Anything you want. You only
have to say the word..”
He shrank back down into his ferret form again and preened his ears for a
moment.
She nodded, feeling a wee bit
flushed at Draco’s implication that he’d be her willing slave.
She darted a shy glance at Severus. He
was staring at Draco as if the boy had suddenly pulled a rabbit out of his
arse. He seemed..very.. alert. She had a sneaking suspicion that if he had a
tail he’d be wagging it.
Focussing and taking a deep
readying breath, she prepared to try to walk the entire ten or twelve metres to
Tom’s bedroom. At that moment the man in
question appeared at the door.
He stopped still, taking in the scene before him. Severus naked with his arms folded. Hermione
dressed elegantly as if she were off to tea at the ladies club, high heels and
coiffed hair no less -and finally, Malfoy at her feet in a collar and
leash.
It took about two seconds and then
he burst out laughing. All three people
occupying his attention looked somewhat resentful.
“I won’t ask. “ he
sniggered. “Will you come with me to Harry,
Hermione, or would you prefer to go to the lab with Severus? Your..new pet.. may come
along if you decide to come with me. It
will tickle me to watch you take a Malfoy ‘walkies’.
She glanced at Severus willing him
not to be offended.
“I’d love to come with you. Thank
you. I.. I need
to talk to you about something though.”
Tom looked immediately worried and
alert. “What is it?” he said
impatiently. “out
with it”
She held up a finger in front of Severus
as if to say ‘not one word’.
“I want to see Lucius Malfoy at some point. Severus said he has been difficult and I also
want to request him to allow Draco to guard
me..”
Tom looked relieved and then
smiled, pleased. He stepped close to
her, Draco springing out of the way hurriedly.
In the heels he was only an inch or two taller than her.
He cupped her cheek and
feasted his eyes on her. “you are a clever.. brave..girl, my dear. I will
arrange for you to visit Lucius. Preferably in a context in
which others are present.
Hopefully it may curb his more impulsive tendencies.”
“...Perhaps-.. He looked down at Draco speculatively.. “Does your father know of your animagus
form?” he enquired, inspecting him judiciously.
The ferret shook its head.
Tom pointed at him and darkness spread through his fur until he was black as
night. Finally the tiny white collar turned black too, the diamonds now
standing out in sharp relief.
Draco squeaked in alarm, spinning and looking at himself. He transformed back suddenly and both Severus
and Hermione gasped.
Draco looked entirely different with silky black hair. His silvery eyes were brighter and the tan of
his skin gave him a mediterranian look. She thought he looked good. Different but good.
As a blonde he looked more aloof, more coldly perfect. Like this.. he looked like a younger variant on Severus in some
way. All angles and
lights and fragility.
Tom also looked at him with
interest. He stepped up to the boy and
twitched aside his black silk with a finger, turning his head and smiling
darkly. “I am being extremely generous
to you..Draco.. you do realise that, don’t you?”
Draco nodded quickly. Hermione could
almost smell his fear.
“Good..” Tom said quietly. “See that you remember it” he warned.
Draco swallowed and looked down. His
subservience seemed to delight Tom. He
turned away and Draco immediately transformed into his animagus
form.
Hermione felt uncomfortable. “um..” she began.
Tom turned back to her, one perfect brow arched.
“I.. I can’t actually walk in heels. Draco said he’d teach me but right now.. I’m probably going to fall over.”
Toms face split into a massive
incredulous grin. He burst out laughing
and walked back over to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek and wiping an
eye.
“Oh..you are such a treat, girl. What am I to do with you?! Shall I have you humple
around and possibly fall and embarrass yourself entertainingly.. “
he sighed as if he really wanted to do that.
“alright. I’ll
charm them for today. Have your pet
tutor you in how to be a..lady.” Tom looked down at Draco with a nasty smirk
on his face.
Hermione was absolutely certain
that yes. He had in fact demanded Draco
cross dress for some horrible wizard or wizards at some point.
Arse.
He looked back up at her, still
smirking. “Now now, my
dear. I am in an excellent mood
this morning. Don’t spoil it.”
She pursed
her lips stubbornly and he kissed her on the cheek again, lingeringly, wrapping
his arms around her possessively.
“Come then. Let us visit the boy who
still continues to elude death in an annoying manner”
He cast the charm on her shoes and levitated Draco, reaching out and gripping
him at the middle in a way that looked a bit more gentle than he had clutched
him last night.
Draco hung down from his hand on either side like a piece of rubber.
Severus stepped forward and kissed
the corner of Hermione’s mouth, then did the same to Tom, taking a bit longer
and looking at him entreatingly, before he backed off and nodded,
disapparating.
A moment later Tom
wrapped his ferret free arm around her and disapparated
them all too.
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