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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
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- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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She looked around when they
reappeared.�

The room was still large and white and round without windows or doors but it
looked very different.�

It was much bigger, for a start. �

The black sofa that had been here in
the middle of the room was gone and instead there was on one side a suite with
a long low leather sofa and three chairs, much as there had been in Harry�s sitting
room.�

A black solid metal block lay in the centre of the suite.� It had rounded edges.��

On the other side of the room a kingsize bed with industrial looking metal frame and tall
corner posts sat.� There were no blankets
or pillows and the frame was studded with rings suitable for
attaching...things.� An X frame joined
the four posts high over the bed and another ring was set in the centre.� A chain dangled from it at present and pooled
in a pile in the centre of the mattress.��
But that wasn�t what really drew the eye first in the room.�

The juxtaposition of two
collections of items was disturbing.�

The first collection consisted of items of dubious purposes � Hermione
recognised a rack among them.� A large X
shaped apparatus against the wall and something that looked like a wooden horse
from gym class.�

The other items she couldn�t work out the purpose of but they looked decidedly
ominous all the same.� �

The second collection was arrayed
on the floor and against the walls on the other side of the room behind the
lounge suite.�

It was a large number of paintings
and drawings.� Most of them seemed to be
of her.�� There were many portraits but
also some ..um.. quite
detailed.. nude studies and erotic pictures. �

She blushed.�

Harry was sitting on the floor facing away from them, painting on a canvas
propped against the wall.�

He wore a plain black robe and his hair had been shorn off.�

She looked over the images,
shocked.� Harry could paint.�
He could really really paint.�
These were amazing!�

Harry hadn�t turned around to see
who had arrived or even moved.�

He continued to paint placidly, but he had straightened since they apparated
in.

There was a sense of alertness about him now.�

He daubed at the canvas before
him, tilting his head slightly.�

She couldn�t make out what it was of. ��He was sitting in the way. �

Tom dropped Draco to the floor,
not unkindly and walked over to Harry.� Hermione
followed tentatively, her shoes made an unfamiliar clack clack
sound on the stone floor.�

�Harry..�
Tom said in a dark entertained tone of voice.�
�I�ve brought you a visitor.� Don�t
you want to say hello?��

Harry�s shoulders bunched
defensively and he shook his head.��

Hermione felt shocked and,
paradoxically, a little hurt.�

Harry didn�t want to even look at her.�
Was he so angry with her for what Tom had done with her this morning.�

She stepped closer, Draco trotting beside her.�
�Harry?� she asked tentatively.��

Tom grinned. �Oh come now, Potter.� Hermione is not the superficial type.� I�m sure she will not mind that you�ve
changed somewhat since she last looked upon you.�

Come to think of it.. it
would be very difficult for you to look worse than you did the last time she
saw you.� �

Harry�s shoulders slumped,
defeated.� She saw that he had apparently
learned in the meantime that what Tom wanted he got one way or another and it
was better to just give it to him.��

Harry stood and took a deep
breath.� He turned slowly and Hermione
gasped, shocked.�

A deep, livid red scar started an
inch above his left eyebrow and scored down, jumping from his bisected eyebrow
to his cheekbone and winding down to his jaw.�
It had obviously been left unhealed intentionally.� He had a thick ring through the septum of his
nose and his lips were pinned shut by two more links that entered above and
below his lips on either side of his cupids bow. �

Together with the absence of hair, he looked like a prisoner of war, a victim
of torture.�

His eyes were changed. �

Harry looked resigned.�

Hermione�s hand flew to her
mouth.�

Tom was looking at Harry
admiringly.� �He is a lot quieter these
days.� It�s rather a droll story
actually.� Do you recall what it was you
said Harry to get me to button your lips permanently?��

Harry nodded slowly, his eyes darting from Tom to Hermione warily. Tom
sighed.�

�Of course I can still hear him,
naturally.�� He is cursing me right now
for bringing you here.� It seems he is
not happy to see you after all.��

Tom paused, looking at Harry with
glittering red eyes.� �Oh.. you are?� Oh I�m sorry Hermione � he is.� He is merely
ashamed.�� The beautiful boy smirked at
her.�

The difference in the two boys appearances was
dramatic.� Harry looked..
ruined. �

She felt her heart weep for him and tears spilled from her eyes.� She
had done this.� She had brought him
here.�

She looked down at Draco and the black ferret looked up at her, he seemed
uneasy too.� She bent and picked him up
and held him to her, stroking him, whether to comfort him or to seek comfort
for herself she didn�t know.� Through her
blurred vision she could tee Tom snarling at her emotional reaction.�

There was nothing she could possibly say.�

Tom glared at Harry and flicked a
hand, banishing the rings binding his lips.�
Harry looked at him, startled.�
The boy gestured dismissively as if to say � go.��

Harry walked carefully to Hermione.� He stopped
a metre away and looked at her desperately, his eye darting back at Tom
fearfully.� He tried to speak but his
voice sounded uneven and cracked from disuse.�

�M-ione�
he creaked.� �don�t
cry. It�s ok� Hermione only cried more.�

�i�m sorry Harry.�
I�m so sorry that they did this to you.�
I�m sorry! ��
she just kept repeating it over and over helplessly.��

Harry flinched and crashed to his
knees before her.� She saw Tom with his
hand raised and an expression of rage on his face.�

�foolish girl!� he spat, sounding disgusted.

�I warned you!� Now you�ve ruined my good mood.� How dare
you weep over this creature!.. this..pestulant blot in an otherwise
sparkling vista of triumph and achievement!�
HOW DARE YOU REGRET RETURNING TO ME!!!��

He raised his hand at her as if to curse her and she didn�t even flinch, just
waited, feeling she deserved it.��

Tom swore loudly and lowered his
hand, then raised it again to run it through his hair.� �Damn it..� he
hissed, infuriated, his eyes narrowed and staring at Harry venomously.��

He waved a hand and the ring through Harry�s septum vanished.�

He stalked over and cast another charm.�
Hair grew rapidly from Harry�s head.�
Tom fisted it roughly and ripped his head backward, holding a slender
graceful hand over the holes left by the rings.�
He chanted low and the holes healed completely.�� He did the same thing to the scar but it did
not heal completely.� It left a thin
white trail jagging down Harry�s face.

The overall effect was still a thousand times better.��

She ran to Tom, in her heels and
flung her arms around his neck thanking him compulsively over and over as she
wept.��

He stood and allowed her to embrace him but did not respond in kind.� His face still looked hard.��

�Thank you... my Lord� Harry said
grudgingly.�

Hearing Harry call Tom his Lord
was somehow the audible equivalent of the rings and the shaved head.�

She gulped a breath and tried to calm herself.�
Tom�s cold eyes softened to an exasperated frown..� He cupped her cheek and brushed her wet
cheeks with his thumb.� �Silly girl� he
said wearily �yet again I find myself
moderating my own desires in the attempt to make you happy.��

�Look!� Harry still has all appendages attached.� Genitalia still present and in working
order.� Both eyes..
most of his teeth.�
Fingernails reattached.� All of
his skin is in place.� He has not been
raped.. although he has
become a passable cocksucker when charms are applied to prevent him biting.� He is not presently
cursed.� I have given the boy furniture.. allowed him to paint..
am I not merciful?��

Hermione nodded.� It could be worse.� �Thank you, Tom� she said genuinely meaning
it.�

�Tom?!� Harry
enquired in an amused tone of voice.�

�Silence, Potter� Tom hissed.� �You are tempting me to pin your lips again
already.� Please try to apply your survival instinct as a buffer between the
production of your thoughts and their verbalization��

Hermione stroked Dracos head and he twisted his head up and licked the
inside of her wrist.� Tom�s eyebrow raised slightly.�

�What�s with the animal?� Harry asked, a suspicious tone in his voice.�

Hermione stopped petting Draco guiltily and put him upon the ground.�

Tom quirked.� �Don�t you recognise your �friend� Harry� he taunted.�

Harry furrowed his brow confused
then goggled incredulously.� �SERIOUSLY?!!�� he fell over laughing.��

The ferret bounced forward at high
speed and leapt for his face, scratching and biting him viciously on his
cheek.�

Harry yelped and batted at the animal on his face, knocking him off and
scrambling out of reach.� The ferret stood
on its hind legs at the ultimate end of the leash, straining.�

Tom was laughing full throat at the scene � the collared Malfoy hissing and
squeaking at the end of the leash and the boy wonder with scratches and blood
dripping from a nasty bite, looking shocked.�

�Bloody hell Malfoy.� No need to get your knickers in a bunch� Harry
complained, shocked, his hand on his cheek, wiping at the blood.�

Draco shot into human form, Harry�s
blood smeared around his mouth, and leapt toward him, the leash flying out of Hermione�s
hand.�

Tom was still laughing, his eyes narrow in mirth,
almost crying at the laughter wracking him.��

Draco had pulled back and was about to punch Harry, who was cowering.�

�DRACO!� She barked.�

Draco froze, shocked.�

�Come here..� She demanded icily.��

Draco looked angry, frustrated, rebellious and afraid all at once.�

�Draco..� she said again, quietly this time.�

The black haired youth rose
elegantly to his feet and walked back to her with dignity.� He wiped the blood from his mouth and bowed
his head

�Forgive me.� I forgot myself��

She smiled brightly.� �Well.. Harry
probably did deserve the bite, but it was enough.�� She looked back at the other two.�

Tom was looking at her with an
interested speculative expression on his face, a small smile on his lips.�

Harry was horrified and confused.� �I
actually thought Malfoy had betrayed me..� he
confessed slowly.� �you�re
telling me he�s your slave?!��

Hermione looked at Draco with an
indecisive expression.� Draco met her
eyes, realising she didn�t know how much he wanted her to reveal, and turned to
Harry.�

�I did betray you, Potter� he spat.
�You imprisoned, raped, cruciated, imperiused and
prostituted her. �I had to stop you. �

Now I am grangers willing slave.� I would give my life for her!�

I am her pet because it makes us both
happy. �I can�t compete with her mate.. and I will never try��
Draco�s eyes flicked briefly to the Dark Lord in acknowledgement.�

Tom smiled contemplatively, his
head tilted slightly at the strange dark haired Malfoy. �Harry, though, narrowed his eyes at Draco.�

�I offered you shelter, Malfoy!� I hid and protected you.� You were a traitor � I should have known
you�d turn on me too.�

I love Hermione.� Everything I did � I did to protect
her!��

Draco was incredulous. �Are you
joking or do you really believe that, Potter?!�
I was there.� I saw you!�
You sold her body to me for
the night, you obliviated her afterward.� From the self satisfied look on the weasel�s
face I�d say you gave her to him too!�
You�re full of shit, Potter.� The
Dark Lord has been merciful to you.��

He turned away and looked at Hermione in concern.�

She was feeling anxious.� Everything that Draco had said was
right.� She found it so difficult to think about Harry.�� She�d known him so long that everything in
the recent past just got submerged under the weight of the years of love and
adoration for him.

The horrible things he�d done just blended in with Lucius
and the initiation and everything else.��
It was hard to find anywhere solid to angle her scales to get
perspective on the relative wrongness of the things that had been done to
her.�

She found herself wanting to protect Harry from harm even when she knew he was
dangerous.�

She sighed.� Draco gave her a �you ok?� expression, to
which she nodded.�

Draco looked back at Potter and glared once more, then shrunk back down to a
silky black ferret.� She bent and picked
him up, holding him against her like a doll again, his head resting on her
shoulder as she stroked him.��

She noticed both boys.. men..
looking at her with a faint expression of envy and
glowered back at them defensively.�

Harry seemed to abandon the previous
line of conversation.� �What�s with his
hair?� he asked curiously.�

�Never mind, Harry.�
Tom responded� �That�s
not important.� What is important is the deal I am going to offer you.� You may want to think about it very carefully.. particularly in light of your
claim to love Hermione.�� Tom strolled closer to the boy still sprawled
on the floor and offered him a hand.��

Harry looked at the hand suspiciously and then allowed Tom to pull him to his
feet.��

�let�s
sit down and chat� Tom suggested, gesturing at the lounge suite.� ��

Hermione followed the two boys..� �men��
she reminded herself, since Tom was in his seventies, relative to his
year of birth and� Harry was hardly a
little boy anymore either considering his life and the fact that he shared a
part of Tom�s soul.�

It was just hard to think of them as anything other than boys due to their
youthful appearances.�

Tom had warned her not to think of him as a peer � but it was seductive the way
the word �boy� crept into her mind when she looked at him.� It made it all the more severe a contrast
when he glamoured himself to look like �Lord Voldemort.��

The two identities.. Tom and Lord Voldemort.. had become completely separate
to her now.�

It was a dangerous trick of the mind.�

Tom was Lord Voldemort.� He was not a 17 year old boy, but a cunning
and powerful 71 year old wizard � probably the most powerful in the world at
present.� ��

She sat down in an armchair.� Harry sat in another.� Tom sat on the sofa and leaned back, stretching
his lovely body languorously.��

The angle Hermione sat at placed Harry on her left and Tom before her and
slightly to the right.�

Spread around the background was a veritable mosaic of Hermione themed images.�

Here and there she saw an image
that wasn�t of her.� Here was a scene in
a dark forest.� There was a waterfall, a
picture of the burrow, a picture of Hedwig, a picture of the tree by the lake
at Hogwarts, another of a beach with the sun setting.� There was a picture of the library at Hogwarts.��

The rest seemed to be of her face or her body.. or some scene featuring her.��

She saw one of her suspended, barbed wire wrapped body straining in agony, Lucius Malfoy standing to the side and looking on.�

She glared.��

Tom looked at her face and turned
around, following her eye and then turning back and smirking when he worked out
what she was looking at.�

�Delightful, aren�t they?!� he remarked innocently.� �Such a talent the boy has.� ...and probably a
photographic memory, although some are more abstract or impressionist perhaps.�

I allowed him to paint after I discovered an image of you sketched in his own blood,
hidden on the floor beneath his bed.�

Finding it was an accident.� I enlarged
the room to accommodate some of the toys you see around us.�

When I saw his skill I supplied him with canvas and medium to more fully
capture his subject matter.��

�My personal favourite is this one� �Tom gestured summoning a rather modest
sized canvas in dark blues, black and white.�
It depicted her face and upper body, being held down upon a bed by hands
at her wrists.� Her head was turned
slightly to the side and tears were streaming down her face.� She wore an expression of miserable terrified
resignation.��

She couldn�t look away from it.�

�It reminds me somewhat of the
memory you have of Harry ...encouraging...
you to take his mark � however.. in
this picture.. as you see here � you already have
his mark.�

I have divined from Harry�s own memories that this image pertains to the
morning of the day that you spoke with Draco.�
The picture is very evocative.. don�t you agree?��

He looked at the canvas again appraisingly and levitated it back to the
others.��

Hermione looked at Harry
accusingly.� He had his arms folded and
was looking away from her stubbornly.�

Draco, who had turned around from her shoulder to look at the image when Tom
displayed it, turned back around and pressed a cool nose against her neck.� She stroked him absently, feeling
comforted.� She was glad he was here.� Without him, she suspected being with Harry
and Tom might be just a tad too intense.�

�What�s the deal then?� Harry
demanded shortly.�

Tom studied Hermione a moment
longer thoughtfully, seeming to be weighing some decision internally.

After a minute he said, with absolute finality.�
�I am going to bind you to me, Harry.��

Hermione blinked at Tom in shock
while Harry leapt up and sputtered unintelligibly in dismay,�

He cried out �No!� I refuse!� I won�t do it.� You can�t make me.� The sharp angular face
shifted, displaying an averse, fearful realisation. ��..Don�t
make me do this!� Please!� Please..my Lord.�� He dropped to his knees and started to beg
helplessly.�

Tom watched him dispassionately for a while and then silencioed
him impatiently.�

�You will accept it Harry, or you will not � but it will happen either way.� If you refuse to embrace my binding - if you
refuse to ask me for it, I will send Hermione to Lucius
immediately and you will not see her
again...ever�.��

Harry started screaming something silently, desperate and stricken.� Tom made a pained face and put his hand to
his temple as if the boy were giving him a headache.� �Be quiet now, Potter..�� he said mildly.��

Harry crumpled in on himself weakly, despair and fear further marring his
scarred features.��

�That�s better� Tom said, sounding relieved.�
�What is your decision?��

Harry turned to look at Hermione, she
saw glistening tears track a path down his cheeks.� He turned back to Tom and hung his head.�

Tom brightened.� �Excellent, Harry.� I�m so pleased you are reasonable.� Shall we get to it immediately?�

Both Harry and Hermione gaped,
appalled.� Even Draco turned and looked
at the Dark Lord in shock.�

Tom stretched his limbs, doing an amazing impression of some kind of greek sculpture depicting male
beauty.�

Hermione frowned.� �What the hell is this bullshit?!� she thought angrily at him.� Tom blinked at her innocently as if he hadn�t
any idea what she�d just ranted at him loudly in her head.�

�There is after all, no time like
the present Harry.� Perhaps...Hermione
and Draco would like to join us?��

Tom arched a brow expressively at Hermione.�

That brow arch, she knew, meant � I would really prefer you to join in, but do
feel free to make your own decision.� No
pressure.� No pressure at all. It really
would be better if you indulged my wonderful mood though.� Not getting my own way does make me so
snippy.��

Draco put his paws on her chest
and stood up to look into her face.� She
stroked his head absently.�

�Do you want to?� she whispered softly.�

He turned and looked at Tom and Harry and then back at her.� He patted his paw on her and squeaked.�

�Does that mean only if I do?� she asked suspiciously.� The animal nodded.� She stroked him again.�

Harry was looking at her
longingly.�

�Define..
�join�� she demanded of Tom suspiciously.�

He snorted.� �I cannot.�
It remains to be seen.� I am
certain only that I will have Harry
and he will come by my hand
alone.� There is however no need to make
it a terrible ordeal, necessarily.� Today
has been.. entertaining.. thus far and I am prepared to continue in the same fashion,
provided I do not have to deal with too much irritating resistance.�

If I must fuck..any
other..letalone the saviour of the wizarding world, I rather
suspect you would prefer to be an active participant than that I return you to
your room to wait anxiously with your pet.�

�Mione!!� Please!�� Harry said desperately, clearly no longer silencioed.� �Don�t
leave me alone!!��

Tom sniggered nastily at him and Hermione
frowned at the cruelty displayed yet again.�

�I feel it only fair to warn you-�
Tom said to her. smirking �- Harry is a devious little snake � he is not afraid
in the slightest to be left alone with me � the thought of me fucking him
actually excites him even though he,
of course, despises me and is afraid to lose power in the binding,�

His emotional plea is solely in the
hope of having the chance to slide between your thighs again, Hermione.� It was the first thing his mind flashed
to.� He has such difficulty occluding
these days.��

Harry glared at Tom venomously. �Bastard..� he hissed.�

Hermione was not altogether
surprised, she had already realised in the past that Harry would freely pretend
to be the needful boy he used to be in order to get what he wanted.�

But he was so good at it that she
wondered every time whether this time
wasn�t the last remains of Harry in the Lord Potter shell.��

She sighed.��

�Of course �I would enjoy it if you were to remain..�
Tom said quietly. �

Hermione swallowed.� That was essentially an underlined italicised
form of the tricky �but do what you want-no pressure� eyebrow lift.�

�Ok Tom� she said quietly, a slight ominous foreboding in her chest.��

Draco�s small furry face studied hers and then he turned and tumbled down onto
the floor, spilling upwards into his human form.�

Hermione, who had been scowling at
Harry noted the slight flicker of interest in his eyes
when Draco reappeared.�

Clearly she had been right in her guess of Harry groping Draco when they left
to try to capture Rodolphus.�

Draco looked at her uncertainly
and then at Tom.� He seemed
indecisive.� Finally he pressed his lips
to a tight line and turned to Tom, dropping to one knee and bowing his head
respectfully.� �what
would you ask of me, my Lord?� he enquired tightly.��

Tom snorted, mildly amused.� �I am so glad you recalled to whom you owe
your primary allegiance, Draco.� It would
have been a poor start to our play to have to discipline you.�� Do
remember your place!��

Draco curled lower, submissively.�

�Yes my Lord.� Forgive me, Master.�

Hermione stood up and moved to
stand beside Draco, stroking his black silken hair once again as if he were a
dog.�

�May I, Tom?� she asked uncertainly.

The dark haired boy tilted his
head, smirking at her faintly.� �Yes.. I believe I will allow it.� If only because it will irritate poor Harry
terribly��

Hermione smiled back at him.� She felt an
inexplicably strong pull and wanted to walk over and climb onto the demon eyed adonis but she was afraid to leave Draco with Harry until
she knew that Draco was truly willing to engage him, and not simply
participating to please her.�

Harry darted an annoyed glance at Tom.� �But I want..� he
began.�

�No, Potter� Tom waved him down
dismissively.� �You are lucky to be
allowed to see Hermione and as for Draco
- he belongs to her.� I have given him to her and at present I believe I will defer to her
wishes regarding him.� He is hers to share or keep apart, as she
chooses.��

Hermione decided quickly that she would not make the slightest peep against Tom
should he desire Draco for any purpose whatsoever.� She had seen him fuck Draco before while he
was polyjuiced and he hadn�t harmed him.� His fascination with him since changing his
hair colour suggested that he would probably not be pleased to face a fuss when
(not if) he felt like taking Draco again.�

Tom smirked at her and his red eyes glittered.�

�Thank you, my Lord.� She murmured
quietly.� �Stand, Draco.� I want to undress you��

Draco stood gracefully and turned to her.�
His eyes were eager with barely restrained excitement.� He seemed uninterested in the other two
boys.� �I�m yours� he said softly.�

She smiled and began to unfasten his robes, removing them swiftly and leaving
the boy standing in black boxer shorts and his boots.�

He toed the boots off and removed his socks.�
She could see his boxers tenting already and took a moment to admire his
body.�

Behind Draco she saw Harry and Tom equally pleased with this display of firm
sculpted flesh.�

Draco stood, calmly looking down at her with eyes darkened to stormy grey in
lust.� She ran her hands lightly over his
chest, tweaking a nipple, scratching nails down his compact abdominal
muscles.� �beautiful�
she declared faintly.�

Draco stood up a little straighter, preening at her compliment.�

She slid
her hands into his boxers but did not pull them down, merely reached behind him
and cupped his small rounded buttocks.�
The glimmer of interest in both Tom�s and Harry�s faces behind Draco sharpened
intensely.��

Leaning forward, Hermione licked a
trail up Draco�s chest to his neck, raising herself up on her tiptoes to suck
at his neck below his ear.� She heard him moan under his breath, turning
his head and trying, and failing, to capture her mouth as she moved away
again.�

Pulling her hands out of his boxers she shot Harry a nasty look and dropped to
her knees lightly.� Pulling with her
teeth she dragged Draco�s silky boxers down while he looked down at her in
surprised pleasure.� Not at the daring act,
but merely at the fact that it was her
doing it, she suspected.�

When his cock sprang free and his boxers fell she was already licking at his
balls, her small fingers teasing his length.�

Draco groaned and moved to rub his cock over her face.� She smirked and sucked at the base of it.�

A movement disturbed her and she
saw Tom stand and walk to the still kneeling Harry.� �up.� He demanded.�

Harry pulled a face at being disturbed while watching the action in front of
him.

Tom made no comment but fisted his hand in Harry�s hair and pulled him bodily
to his feet.� He sat in the chair Harry
had been sitting in and dragged the boy down onto his lap sideways.� �Much better� he said lazily, ignoring Harry�s
poisonous glare.

�The view from the sofa is not ideal and now I have something to play with
while I enjoy the show.� Continue� he
waved at Hermione and her robes disappeared, leaving her in her white satin
lingerie and thigh high lace stockings, hair silky and still perfectly curled
into a French twist.�

Draco hummed approvingly.� �very nice, Granger. � �

She raised an eyebrow and captured his cock, pulling it down and into her
mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and releasing him again.�� Lie on the table� she instructed quietly.�

When he did she pulled him forward
till his ass hung off the end slightly.�
�spread yourself for me...��

Draco gasped slightly but drew his legs up and pulled them wide into a near
splits.�

Hermione turned to Tom.� �If you wouldn�t
mind..�

Tom, who looked delighted, flicked a finger and Draco flinched as he was
cleaned internally.� �Thank you, my lord�
she smiled and started to run her fingers down the inside and back of Draco�s
thighs.�

While Hermione worshipped Draco
gently with fingertips and soon lips and tongue, Harry shifted on Tom�s lap
excitedly, leaning forward to see better and the older boy looked at him with
interest.�

�I am curious, Harry... what does it feel like for you when I am close to
you.��

Harry hummed distractedly, unwilling to turn his attention away from Hermione.� Tom flicked his hand and Harry�s robe
dissolved into fog and dissipated.� The
younger boy jumped in surprise and flinched as Tom ran a hand down his spine.� �answer me� Tom
said, not unkindly.�

Harry frowned, his eyes still hungrily fixed on Hermione.� �feels strange.� Familiar.� He muttered.�

Tom looked thoughtful.� �yes.. I have been thinking the same thing..
�

�lean back against me.� We will watch
together.� I would like to explore this further��

Harry darted a suspicious look at Tom.�

Hermione stopped in her
ministrations where she had been tonguing over the boy�s cheeks, moving ever
closer to the small wrinkled hole.� She
turned and fixed Harry with an �I�m waiting� look.�

�Do as you�re told Harry or I won�t continue.��

Draco groaned in impatience.� �Fuck!!..Potter!� be a sport and do whatever the fuck the Dark Lord wants,
would you?!� Hermione!!..� he whimpered for her to
continue and she smirked, trailing her fingernails up his cock and making his
entire body shudder in pleasure.� �POTTER!!� Draco wailed angrily.

Tom chuckled at them both and put
his hand on Harry�s shoulder, gently tugging the boy back and around to lean
against his chest.�

Harry swallowed and uneasily allowed himself to turned, sliding one leg either
side of the Dark Lord�s�

�Good, Harry!� Hermione praised and
returned to tonguing Draco, to the tune of tiny gasps of pleasure and a groan
of relief when she finally reached her destination and started to lick and
thrust her tongue into Draco�s small hole..�

Tom, who had been stroking Harry�s
chest absently, turned again to his passenger and trailed his hand down to the cock
which was already standing at attention.�

Harry shivered at the passage of the slender fingers.� His shoulders curved slightly in defense.�

Tom tsked chidingly. �Now, now...you�ve been thinking
about me touching you like this for the past couple of weeks, Harry.� Don�t be tedious when you�re finally getting
everything you could possibly wish for.�

Look.. I�ve even brought you your other two favourite
daydreams.� If you�re very good, I may allow you to play with them.��

Harry shivered.� Tom had gripped his cock lightly and was
stroking up and down it teasingly.� He
could see that Hermione had already moved from tonguing Draco to licking up the
boy�s shaft.�

Harry raised his head to look at the face of the boy/man he lay upon.� �Make Draco sit up� he murmured.� �please..� he added
as an afterthought.� �And.. and..let
me see Mione�s body��

Tom grinned.�

�Hermione.� He called her attention.� She stopped and looked at the two, who looked
much more friendly now, she noted.

�Yes my love?� she said, knowing
that this term would probably irritate both boys in different ways.� She was not wrong.� Twin scowls of annoyance flashed on both
faces.� Harry wanted her to call him her love while Tom neither favoured
the notion of love in general, nor the absence of the honorific �my Lord�.� My love was even worse than �Tom�.� At least Tom was in some sense an identifier
� my love was a possessive descriptor.�

He lowered the hand that had been about to unclothe her and demanded coolly
�strip! Draco, sit up now.��

The black haired boy got up
unhesitatingly, not wanting to miss the show either.�

Hermione was unfazed.� She looked down at herself.� The satin lingerie and lace stockings left
little to the imagination in her own opinion, and it
hardly mattered if she took them off.�

�Slowly..�
Tom said.�

Hermione performed a miniature
striptease a-la late night tv
and found that she enjoyed the utter focus with which the three boys fixated
her.�

When her bra and panties were gone she pointed a toe in Draco�s lap, leaning
down and purred �take it off��

Draco smirked at Harry smugly and trailed his fingertips down Hermione�s thigh
till he caught the edge of the lace stocking, sliding it down and off her silky
leg.� Hermione turned and repeated the
process for the other.�

�Continue..�� Tom�s voice commanded airily but Hermione was
already dropping to her knees before Draco.��

Harry frowned and half turned to Tom.� �I want her to suck me instead!� he said
urgently. �please!!��

Tom snorted. �I�m certain you do, Harry.� But I
am quite content with the present performance.�
Perhaps if you are good and Hermione is amenable we shall see afterward.��

Draco threw his head back in surprised delight as Hermione started to suck him
in earnest, taking him deep into her throat.�

Harry pouted, folding his
arms.� Tom unfolded them with a frown. �That
is not being good, Harry� he warned
him.�

�Why are you doing this?� the
younger boy whinged.�

�Because it pleases me� came the reply, and Tom�s hand stroked down Harry�s chest
again.�

�At least make Draco look normal!�
Harry demanded petulantly.� Tom
sniggered.� �You are under the mistaken
impression, Harry, that because our desires coincided
in wishing Hermione naked and Draco more advantageously displayed, that I will
bow to your every request.� I prefer the boy this way. ��

Harry persisted.� �Why?!� He doesn�t even look like Draco Malfoy
anymore.� With his eyes closed he could
be anyone.. The point isn�t that he�s hot.. it�s that he�s Malfoy.��

Tom appeared to consider this
evaluation carefully. �..perhaps you are right� he
conceded eventually.�

Draco was moaning and leaning back
on his hands to roll his pelvis against Hermione�s mouth.�

Tom turned Harry�s face toward him
with a finger on his jaw, against considerable resistance since Harry was
disinclined to look away from the scene before him.� �Kiss me and I will make him look �normal�� Tom
offered.� Harry�s eyes widened.�

He looked back at the pair before
him.� Hermione�s hair was still perfectly
coiffed, curled into a French twist that was entirely alien relative to her
normal wild mass of wavy hair.� He turned
back to Tom.� �Hermione too..� he required, swallowing.�

Tom smirked and cast a finite incantatum on the pair.

Hermione paused in her movements as
her hair spilled down her back.� Draco
didn�t even notice that the black slid down out of his hair, he put a hand on Hermione�s
head. ��Don�t stop, Granger!!..� he begged breathlessly.�

Harry smiled in pleasure.� It now was unmistakeable that Hermione was
sucking off Draco Malfoy, with mutual enjoyment.�

�Harry..�
Tom warned lowly.�

Harry turned his head and pecked Tom on the lips, turning back to the pair.�

Tom sniggered. �You call that a
kiss?.. I�ll blind you and watch them finish by myself..��

Harry growled angrily and kissed
him hard, closing his eyes as if he wanted to pretend he was not passionately
kissing his greatest enemy.

Tom allowed it and sunk into the kiss, their tongues wrestling and struggling
for dominance.� Tom won in the end, but
the kiss continued.� Harry whimpered into
his mouth when Tom started to stroke him off again.�

Hermione and Draco finished while
the two were occupied and sat, staring at the aesthetically pleasing image the
two black haired boys made, snogging with Tom�s hand
around Harry�s cock.�

Tom had not closed his eyes and he smirked at Hermione through the kiss.�

Hermione thought clearly at him �do you want us to go away?�� Tom�s eyebrow lowered in irritation.�

�do you want us to join you?� she thought at him.� The red eye blinked and Tom nodded slightly,
still kissing Harry.�

Hermione crept over, tugging the
somewhat weak and blissful Draco silently in an indication that he should
follow, and lowered herself to kneel before the pair, bending forward to lick Harry.�

Draco stopped her, pulling on her shoulder, a pleading expression on his face
and she tilted her head quizzically. In answer, he leaned in and tentatively
kissed her.�

Understanding, she gave herself
over to the kiss for a minute, kneeling up and holding him against her
closely.�

Draco�s hands glided up her back.� His
eyes were closed.�

When she ended the kiss and pulled away, he looked happy and slightly
glazed.�

She pointed at his chest and indicated Harry�s balls.� He nodded.�

Quietly she stood and moved to the
side of the chair so that she could lean over the arm and suck Harry�s cock
without getting in Draco�s way.�

Tom had his eyes closed.� One hand was in
Harry�s hair and the other stroked him still, lightly..teasingly.� Both were breathing faster now, she could
see.�

She felt a strange diffuse kind of jealousy, but she couldn�t for the life of
her figure out who she was jealous of.�

Perhaps simply that they were not all focussed on her anymore as they had been
before.�

When she leaned down and quickly
wrapped her lips around Harry�s cock, Draco following her lead and burying his
face between Harry�s legs, the boy who lived made a sound of alarm and fought Tom
to turn his head and look down.�

Tom allowed him, after a brief tousle to escape his mouth.�

Harry looked ecstatic and
disbelieving.� �Oh god...� he groaned.. �Fuck... deeper
Mione..��

Tom raised his hand and slid his
fingers into her hair on the back of her head.�
She willingly allowed him to direct her movements till Harry was
whimpering and groaning upon the older boys chest,
bucking his hips and arching his back.

Tom�s other hand, which had been
playing in Harry�s hair gently tightened and he dragged the boy back to his
mouth, kissing him with gusto.�

Harry didn�t fight.� He moaned, the sound
muffled by the tongue wrangling with his own.��

Hermione could see that Draco,
below her, had moved down to tongue Harry�s ass and moved back and forth
between his tight balls and the little pink ring exposed further down.� Harry seemed to be in a state of helpless
bliss.�

Seconds later, Tom forced Hermione all the way down onto Harry�s cock and he
pulsed inside her, making her swallow desperately or risk choking. Even so a
small amount of his fluid escaped and went down the wrong way and she pulled
away, coughing and struggling to clear her airway.�

All three boys looked up at her. Draco
looked mildly concerned and empathic, but Harry and Tom wore identical
expressions of delight at her discomfort.�

�this is not a good thing� she thought very quietly in
the back of her mind.

Harry, exhausted and satisfied sighed
and let himself relax against Tom�s body, apparently
lulled into a sense of complacency by the relatively gentle manner in which the
Dark Lord had been fondling and kissing him.�

His softening cock dripped a small amount of come onto his thigh.� Tom indicated to Draco that he should clean Harry
and Draco just prevented himself from looking to Hermione to verify that this
was expected.� He knelt up, licked away Harry�s
milky release and took the soft member into his mouth, sucking it clean and
laying it back down gently.�

Harry�s eyes glittered in
excitement and his cock actually hardened a little again.�

Tom, watching Harry closely
snorted in amusement.� �Already Harry? �You only came a minute ago..� You really do have a thing for Malfoy, don�t you?!� �

Harry swallowed and nodded.��

Draco looked undecided whether to
be repulsed or amused.� He rose
gracefully and retreated to where Hermione was standing, his eyes pleading and,
when she assented silently, kissing her tenderly, wrapping his arms around her
lower back.�

Tom snarled silently, watching the
two together and the adoring manner in which the boy held Hermione.�

�Malfoy!� he hissed when the kiss
continued longer than he felt was acceptable.�

Draco broke off the kiss and looked down, immediately, submissively.� �my Lord?� he asked
with a note of fear.�

�Perhaps I will send you to wait
with Severus after all.� You are.. somewhat superfluous.. to my current needs��

Draco looked up, horrified.� His gaze
flicked to Hermione, who also looked worried and disappointed, and then back to
the Dark Lord.

The blonde dropped to his knees.� �Please
my Lord.� It won�t happen again.� Please
may I remain?! �I�ll do whatever you
want.� With..with
Potter too.� Don�t make me leave her.� he
ground out in a low voice.��

Tom narrowed ruby eyes at
him.�

�Why isn�t Severus here, Tom?�� Hermione
asked, genuinely curious. �you are letting Draco and
myself join you. It feels wrong to leave him to work.� Does he know what you�re doing now?�

He said something this morning � he does,
doesn�t he?!�

Tom!!� That�s terrible.� He�ll be thinking about it..
and you let me come here knowing..�� she felt distressed
at the thought of Severus, after how emotional and insecure he�d been this
morning, having to wait in his lab knowing the two.. three
people he loved were here, probably enjoying themselves without him.�

Tom sighed irritatedly.� �Severus and Harry do not get along at the
best of times.� I have brought him here
several times and it invariably ended up with Harry screaming under Severus�
wand after he made some unwise comment.��

Harry burst out, trying to sit up
and being restrained, �I hate the
fucker, Mione.� What are you talking about.� Don�t even mention him.� Especially not right now.� God.. he makes my skin crawl.��

Hermione looked at Harry acidly,
eyes narrowed in hate.� �I�d like to go
to the lab with Draco please Tom� she said coldly.� �Harry, I really don�t care what you like or dislike anymore.� I love
Severus. He�s brilliant and loyal and sexy as all hell and I don�t want to hurt
him by staying here any longer.��

She bent to retrieve her underwear. Her robe was gone, since Tom had vanished it.�

Draco glanced at her fearfully and
crouched lower on his knees, anticipating a massive shitstorm
any second.�

Tom indeed looked extremely nonplussed.�
He looked like one whose parade had been pissed upon. �

�Hermione..� he began in a low voice.�

She had retrieved and replaced her
panties and was fiddling with her bra.�

Harry looked upset and conflicted,
worried that she was going to be allowed to leave.�

�Hermione!� Tom demanded her
attention.�

She folded her arms over her half
fastened bra and looked at him resentfully.�

�Severus would not be happy here.�
He said quietly.� �He was distressed that
I bound you this morning. Not merely because he would not be able to, thanks to the boy who always ruins everything-��

Harry smirked in satisfaction at the moniker

�-but also because, when I claimed him years ago, I did not even consider binding him.� The thought never
crossed my mind and if it had, I would never have entertained the prospect of
doing something so sentimental or unnecessary..

...the situation was different with you � as you know...

Although I could conduct some lesser.. more symbolic.. rite � Severus will
never be connected to me as you are..��

Tom paused significantly.� �And as Harry
is about to be..��

He sighed wearily.� �And it would make the event less pleasant
for me to sense his unhappiness throughout.��

�Moreover..
seeing Harry with you
may drive our brilliant potioneer mad.� He was very resentful for a long time when I
killed another mudblood that he desired.. and Harry looks so very much like his father..��

Harry, on his
lap visibly put two and two together and started to struggle to get free.�

�DON�T YOU DARE CALL MY MOTHER A MUDBLOOD, YOU SNAKEFACED MURDERER.��

Tom snorted irritatedly,
silencioing him, and scowled at Hermione while
restraining the struggling boy with some difficulty. �Now look at what you�ve
made me do.�� The boy is seldom as calm
as he has been today.��

Hermione was processing the fact that
Severus had apparently wanted Harry�s mother.�
A lot of things seemed to become clearer in light of that little
factoid.

She spoke quietly.� �You know it doesn�t
matter whether Severus is here or not.�
He�ll still be hurt.� Oh for Pete�s
sake!� HARRY! �STOP IT!��

Harry stopped moving and looked at her with an unreadable overemotional
expression.�

�Thank you..� at least that� Tom said wryly.�

�Harry-� she
said in her most reasonable tone of voice �you need to get over that word.� It�s used a lot around here.� If Tom truly
cared about blood status, he would hardly be with me..
or Severus for that matter.�

Tom cares about power.� He used the word
purely to draw a parallel between your mother and myself.� It�s just a word.� Now calm down.��

Harry looked at her angrily but remained still.�

Tom released the silencio and looked at him pointedly. His voice was cool
and unemotional when he spoke.

�Yes Harry.� I killed your mother.� Your father too.� Yes � I tried to kill you.� Many times.� You are truly like the most irritating
cockroach � I stamp and stamp and you refuse to die.� If you want to blame anyone for the sad
affairs in both of our lives � blame that ridiculous woman who dared to make a
prophesy threatening my life.� It was she
who condemned your parents.��

Harry�s gaze upon Hermione could
have cut steel.�

Tom�s face darkened.� �If you feel that way Harry, you know I would
be overjoyed to prepare the ritual to release your binding with Hermione.� We could take your mark off at the same
time.��

Harry looked away.� �Let go of me� he said.�

Tom, apparently having had enough
of his difficult behaviour, threw him off his lap to sprawl on the floor.� He crossed his legs and drummed his fingers
on the arm of the chair, his gaze shifting between the three, the only robed
person in the room.�

Harry had scrambled to his feet.� Naked,
he advanced on Hermione.� She looked at Tom
and took an unsteady step back.� Tom
watched but did nothing.�

�How could you do it, Hermione?� Just about every person I ever hated � you�re
fucking them! �Snape?� Malfoy? �You chose to betray me to the man you knew had
been wanting to kill me since I was born.�

You chose to give yourself to him.. after you refused me.�

I loved you!� More than
anything in the world.�

Worse - You were my friend..

I held on through everything that they did to me.. everything they promised me.. because
I didn�t want to lose you.�

I held you in my mind � I painted you on everything I could find so I could
look at you.. talk to you..

but I just don�t understand.� How could you do this...any of this?��

Harry rubbed a hand over his face.� His
rage had subsided and he just looked tired and defeated again.� He turned to Tom and grimaced.�

�I won�t do it.� Send her to Malfoy if you want.� Take her away.� I don�t care if you never bring her
back.��

Hermione had been afraid till Harry
had thrown her actions in her face.� Now she just stood, shocked, her bottom lip trembling, swallowing
and trying not to let any of the tears fall that she felt crowding her eyes.�

Draco looked at her and looked at the Dark Lord as if considering whether to
chance pissing him off by going to her and offering a shoulder.�

Tom narrowed his eyes at the blond boy and turned his gaze upon Hermione, his
eyes softening.� �Come here..� he said kindly.�

She swallowed again and, not
looking at Harry, hurried to him and climbed onto his lap, burying her face in
his robes and finally letting silent tears fall.� Tom put his arms around her and soothed her
back, bending and kissing the top of her head.�

�I�m sorry� she whimpered, muffled
against him.� �It still hurts to think of
it like that.� I�m sorry Tom��

Behind her, although she couldn�t
see it, Harry was aghast.� He stood
watching her be comforted and held by the most evil reprehensible man in the
world to his mind and was confused.�

Draco muttered to him, so low it
was barely audible. �You really have no sense at all, do you Potter?!� ��

Tom stroked Hermione�s hair
patiently.� He didn�t shush her. The agonized
look on Harry�s face at seeing the girl he loved run from him into his enemy�s
arms was sufficient to render the Dark Lord very tolerant to her tears at
present.�

Harry scowled and stalked away
tensely.�

Tom sighed.� This was all not conducive
to binding the boy.� �Hermione..� he said with a faintly chiding tone.�

She looked up, eyes puffy.�

�yes?��

Her voice was very small, not just
because of her little emotional moment �but because she knew she had
disappointed Tom.� She had ruined his
seduction of Harry by first allowing Draco to upset him and then asking about Severus
when he had obviously decided that he wasn�t to be present for a reason.�

Tom knew she understood her mistake.�

He fixed her with a slow even gaze.�

�You know what I require..� he murmured and frowned when she blanched.

�I don�t know if I can talk to him
right now� she whispered.� �And it won�t
help anyway.� He hates me��

Tom snorted, gesturing at the
extensive artwork � �Look around you.�
The boy wallpapered his room in you.�
Right now he is simply petulant.�
Go and bring him back.� It is important
that he accepts this binding.� Obey me,
my precious..��

Hermione sniffed and nodded
reluctantly.� Tom reached behind her and
fastened the second latch on her bra for her.�

She climbed off him carefully and looked for Harry.�

He had gone to the other side of
the large room and laid himself down on the bed, one arm over his eyes, the
chain pushed to the far side.��

Behind her as she walked away she heard Tom call Draco to him and hoped that Draco
would be ok.�

She tried to communicate to Tom that she would succeed and that he should
please not hurt Draco.� ��

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