Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 45 ~ All or Nothing

Peter Pettigrew whistled as he stood nude in front of the mirror in his small, bare room. A twin-sized bed, a dresser and a rickety chair were the room's only adornments. The walls were made of gray-ridged stone. The Dark Lord provided him with only the barest necessities.

The wizard lifted his belly a little so he could examine his cock. It was erect, and had been in a perpetual state of arousal since he woke up this morning. After all, today was the day he would get Severus' wife in the sack. He intended to experience all Hermione's charms. He couldn't wait to taste her.

In celebration of his upcoming fuckfest with Hermione Snape, Peter had actually showered, though not very well. He had rushed through his toilette and was now liberally applying a very loud, cheap scent to his rotund, hairy body. Peter had thick, brown hair pretty much everywhere except the top of his head and the back of his hands. He even had hair on his plump ass, probably some holdover from his animagus form of a rat. He looked like a squat, little bear, though in his mind his body hair was the epitome of manliness. Hair was manly, right? Right.

The wizard examined his teeth. They were still discolored, light shades of yellow, green and gray. His two front teeth were slightly larger than the rest, giving him a rodent-like appearance when he smiled. He imagined he'd be smiling quite a bit tonight while riding the delicious witch's body. She would be here shortly.

Peter had made reservations at the "Quick Stop" motel in Knockturn Alley. You could rent the rooms by the hour there, but you had to change your own bedding. He booked it for the hours between ten and two, figuring that was enough time to fully explore Hermione. He turned in the mirror, looking at his back and buttocks, flexing a little. Peter knew he wasn't as attractive as many wizards, but believed Hermione was attracted to him because of his connection to the Dark Lord. It made him a powerful wizard to know, and witches often fucked him because of his position and not any great attraction for him. Peter didn't care. He'd take them any way he could get them. Hermione was no different.

He pulled on his boxers, and slipped his robes on. No need to be overdressed. He was hoping Hermione would be naked under her robes, or only in her underwear. Less time spent undressing that way. He couldn't wait to see her naked breasts again. They had been magnificent at the ritual, and were full and firm in his hands last night. He stiffened, fighting the urge to ejaculate at the thought of them. He failed, his little eyes rolling up in his head as he grunted, filling his boxers with come. Shit. He lost a load. That would be one less for Hermione.

The wizard quickly scourgified himself, checked himself in the mirror, smoothing down the hair on the sides of his head with his hands. There, he looked as good as he was going to get. He exited his room and entered the throne room to wait for Hermione with the Dark Lord. He walked up to the throne and bowed to Voldemort, who was sitting his chin propped up by his hand, looking bored. The wizard's red eyes looked down at his servant. Then the thin slits of his nostrils pulsated, and his tongue flicked out, tasting the air. The Dark Lord sat straight up in his throne.

"Peter," he said, his eyes narrowing in distaste, "What in the world is that awful scent?"

Peter looked up at him.

"My cologne, my Lord," he replied, reddening a little.

"Cologne? It smells like manticora piss," Voldemort replied, his face contorting slightly. He waved his wand at Peter, scourgifying him thoroughly. He looked at the wizard with curiosity.

"Why did you find it necessary to drench yourself in such a foul-smelling solution?" Voldemort asked. His face was still scrunched up from the remaining scent in the air.

"Tonight I'm going to bed Hermione Snape, my Lord," Peter replied a little proudly.

Voldemort's scaly brows lifted.

"Don't tell me the witch has accepted you?" he said in disbelief.

"Yes, she has succumbed to my charms, my Lord," Peter affirmed.

Voldemort wondered why Hermione would accept Peter. Maybe she and Severus had a falling out after the ritual, and the witch was just horny. She didn't see many other deatheater males. Voldemort kept her rather secluded since she was a muggle-born. Peter was probably the only one who approached her. Since the pickings were slim, she must have just taken what was available. Either way, Peter was a very lucky wizard. Voldemort didn't often envy him.

"You are extremely fortunate Peter. I hope you take full advantage of her charms," Voldemort said. "Her ass is quite fuckable, as Severus showed us at the ritual."

"Yes, my Lord. I intend to take her fully. This might be my only time so I am going to make sure I am completely sated," the fat little wizard replied.

"Very good, Peter. Be sure to get the Oath of secrecy from her. Severus will castrate you if he finds out, if not kill you," Voldemort said, his red eyes glittering. "And I want you to come to me directly and share your memories of the act. The witch is lovely and I would enjoy seeing her fucked again. Be sure and do a good job of it."

The Dark Lord had witnessed Peter's sexual prowess at the Revels. He was enthusiastic, if nothing else. But his fucking wasn't that exciting to watch. Hopefully he would show some finesse with the witch.

Suddenly there was a clap of thunder, and the topic of their conversation appeared. Peter's tongue almost lolled out at the sight of her. Hermione curtsied.

"Good evening, my Lord," she said to Voldemort.

"Good evening, Hermione. Rise and remove your mask," Voldemort said, eyeing her.

Hermione did so and was once again subjected to the Dark Lord's lust perusal. Suddenly she sniffed and turned a little green.

"What is that awful smell?" she asked, her face frowned terribly.

"Manticora piss," Voldemort replied, his eyes shifting toward Peter, who ducked his head. Good thing the Dark Lord scourgified him. Hermione obviously wouldn't have liked his cologne.

Hermione had no idea why the throne room would smell of manticora urine, but this was the Dark Lord. There was probably some twisted reason for it that she didn't really want to know. The Dark Lord looked at the witch intently.

"I understand you have accepted my servant to be your lover tonight," Voldemort said to the witch, a scaly eyebrow raised at her.

Oh gods. Did Peter brag to the Dark Lord? Merlin. This was horrible.

"Yes, my Lord," Hermione replied, reddening.

Voldemort looked at her speculatively.

"Your husband won't like it, Hermione," the Dark Lord said.

"What Severus doesn't know won't hurt me," she responded, giving the Dark Lord a crafty smile. He nodded approvingly. The witch did have some dark, deceitful tendencies. Very good.

"Very well, Hermione. I hope you find Peter to be all you want him to be. Now, it is time for you to go to your lab. Remember my warning. Do not leave it until Peter comes to you and gives you clearance," Voldemort said warningly. "If you do, my wrath will be great."

"Yes, my Lord. I will remain in my lab. Thank you, my Lord." Hermione said curtseying again before heading for the door that led to the lab area. Both Peter and Voldemort watched her go.

"Exquisite," Voldemort breathed, then his red eyes turned toward Peter, who was still staring at the door Hermione passed through. Again the Dark Lord felt a burst of envy. After the Final Battle, he'd fuck the witch before he killed her. That thought made him feel better. Voldemort looked at the smitten Peter and felt a pulse of irritation.

"It is almost time for my feeding, Peter," he snapped at the wizard, startling him out of his reverie. He had been imagining Hermione on her knees pleasuring him.

"Yes, my Lord," Peter said, going to retrieve the elixir.

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Hermione's stomach was in knots. She entered her lab, leaving the door cracked so she could see when Peter entered to retrieve the elixir for the Dark Lord. She sat at the counter and pretended to study her notes. She heard Peter walking down the hall, and pause outside her door. He pushed it open a bit.

"The reservations are made, Hermione. We have the room from ten to two," Peter said.

Hermione forced a smile. "I can't wait, Peter," she crooned at him.

Peter grinned. "Me either. You are in for quite a night of pleasure," he replied, "I have to feed the Dark Lord now. I will see you in a bit." He pulled the door closed and continued to his lab.

Hermione couldn't believe it. He rented a room for four hours? At least he could have rented it for the entire night, rather than timing their supposed interlude. What a pig he was. She was looking forward to stunning the little bastard.

She heard Peter walk back down the hall and exit to the throne room. She tensed up. Gods, this was it. Hermione walked to the door of her lab, opened it and disillusioned herself. Then she stepped into the hallway and furtively headed for the door to the throne room. She opened it slightly, peering out. She could see the Dark Lord standing before his throne, his arms outstretched as Peter unbuttoned his robes and removed them. Hermione blanched. The Dark Lord was naked, his thin scaly ass turned toward her. He was almost like a living skeleton, he was so thin. No wonder he wore such voluminous robes. To add some size to his slim body. Hermione noted he did not have his wand.

She watched as Peter offered the Dark Lord a bowl. Voldemort took it, raised it to his lips and drank it down, handing it back to Peter after he consumed its contents. Peter stepped a good distance away from the wizard.

She heard Peter mutter a ward, presumably keeping up the protection that Voldemort had to let down while he underwent the effects of the elixir. Peter's ward was nowhere near as strong as Voldemort's, because the Dark Lord maintained it constantly, and was able to tell when someone was attempting to get past it. Peter's ward was like any other…meant to block entrance only. Voldemort would pick it back up when he recovered. He was at his most vulnerable now.

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Back at Hogwarts, Severus was finishing his preparations. He examined his knives carefully. He would need them. He wrapped them securely, tied and miniaturized them, placing them in his robes pocket. He could sense Hermione's nervousness and excitement. He was waiting until her emotion became one of need, then he would disapparate directly to her. He waited tensely for her call.

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Hermione watched as the Dark Lord stood, his arms outstretched. Nothing was happening yet. Didn't the elixir work? She chewed her lip nervously.

Peter was watching the Dark Lord closely, waiting for the inevitable reaction. Then it began. The Dark Lord let out a high-pitched groan, and clutched his arms around his mid-section, bending slightly. He began to stagger, the groan becoming more intense. Then he fell, rolled to his back and stretched out, arching up from the stone floor. He let out a scream and began to shudder violently, so violently his body shifted about on the floor. He screamed again and flipped over.

Hermione watched in horror as the Dark Lord began to slither about the floor like a snake, his body impossibly limber as he undulated, hissing as he moved. Peter stepped back a little farther as the Dark Lord slithered in his direction. Then suddenly, he screamed again and flipped to his back, his limbs going all askew and lashing out, his body contorting as scream after scream erupted from him. He went through several minutes of the agony, his body flipping back and forth, sometimes flopping like a fish, sometimes twisting in almost impossible angles. Hermione couldn't understand why none of his bones were breaking.

Suddenly he fell still, his thin chest rising and falling. Hermione could see his cock. It was impossibly long and thin. Then it writhed on its own, curling upon itself and Hermione covered her mouth in horror. His cock was like an actual living snake, moving independently. Then it fell back against his leg and stilled.

"Peter! Peter, something is wrong!" the Dark Lord cried out at the wizard. "I can't move!"

This was it.

Peter began to walk toward the stricken wizard when Hermione dashed out of the door and hit him with a stunner. The wizard dropped heavily. Hermione then performed a full body bind on him, and removed her disillusionment spell. She walked over to the Dark Lord and looked down on him. He really couldn't move, but he could speak.

"What? What are you doing out here? What have you done to my servant? You shall be punished! You shall die for this!" the Dark Lord lisped at her.

Hermione looked at him calmly, hatred in her eyes.

"No my Lord. I believe it is you who will be punished, and you who will die," Hermione said to him softly.

Suddenly there was a clap of thunder, and Severus appeared next to Hermione. His black eyes looked down at the stricken Dark Lord without expression.

"Severus! My loyal servant! Help me! I will reward you greatly," the Dark Lord said to him imploringly.

Severus considered him.

"Seeing you helpless like this is almost a reward in itself, my Lord," he said coldly.

"What? What do you mean, Severus?" the Dark Lord asked, his red eyes beginning to cloud up with fear.

"I mean, your day of reckoning has come upon you. It is time for you to pay for your crimes. It is time to rid myself of your evil," Severus said.

Hermione continued to look down on the naked wizard with contempt in her eyes. At last, the Dark Lord was fallen.

Severus looked over at the stunned and bound Peter Pettigrew, then at his wife.

"Peter's going to be very disappointed, wife," he said, smirking at her.

"He'll get over it," Hermione replied, her eyes not moving from the Dark Lord.

Severus walked over to the stunned wizard, and kicked him squarely in the face.

"Severus!" Hermione cried.

Severus ignored her and began kicking the wizard viciously all over his rotund body until he was panting and exhausted. Peter was bloody and bruised. Severus had broken his nose and kicked out a few of his discolored teeth.

"He's lucky that's all I did to him," Severus growled, looking over at Hermione. "I looked in your mind while you were sleeping. I saw what you had to do to switch the venom."

Hermione swallowed. Peter was indeed lucky.

Severus grabbed the broken wizard by his robes and hauled him up.

"Stay here with Voldemort. I will be right back," he said, disillusioning himself then disapparating with Peter.

Hermione turned her eyes back on Voldemort.

The wizard looked up at her with hatred.

"I accepted you as one of mine," he hissed at her, "I treated you as well as any pureblood. I never laid a hand on you."

Hermione scowled down at him.

"Yes you did. You ordered my husband to hurt me for your pleasure. You ordered him to brutalize me, to break me to satisfy your lust. You hoped I'd hate him for it, but I know who really injured me. It was you. I've only hated you, and dreamed of this moment. You're going to die Voldemort. For your crimes against Harry, for your crimes against the wizarding community, for your crimes against muggles and muggle-borns and especially for your crimes against me. I have never before wished anyone's death…but you, my Lord, you are the exception," Hermione said.

"I have a great destiny!" the Dark Lord declared.

"Only those with a future have a destiny, my Lord," Hermione replied, "You are meeting your destiny right now."

There was a crack of thunder. Then Severus removed the disillusionment spell.

"Where's Peter?" Hermione asked him.

Severus gave her a crooked grin.

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Two Aurors walked out of the Ministry building, intent on grabbing a bite at the Three Broomsticks before heading home. One of them stumbled over something rather large. Both Aurors looked down to see a fat and obviously beaten wizard lying on the ground. They peered closer.

"Blimey, that's Peter Pettigrew. I thought he was dead," one Auror said in amazement as he looked at the bleeding wizard at his feet. "Someone's given him a good working over."

"Yeah," the other Auror agreed, cocking his head at the bound man. "then dropped him off here. Better get some help."

The first Auror ran inside while the other stood guard over Peter.

"Peter fucking Pettigrew. Imagine that," he said, shaking his head.

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A/N: Wow. They got Voldemort. Severus dropped Peter off at the Ministry. Make room in Azkaban, boys…got a delivery coming. Now, what are they going to do to Voldy? We'll find out next chapter, won't we? Please review.