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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
- 32-Ch 32
- 33-Ch 33
- 34-Ch 34
- 35-Ch 35
- 36-Ch 36
- 37-Ch 37
- 38-Ch 38
- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
- 43-Ch 43
- 44-Ch 44
- 45-Ch 45
- 46-Ch 46
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- 73-Ch 73
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- 75-Ch 75
- 76-Chapter 76
- 77-Ch 77
- 78-Ch 78
- 79-Ch 79
- 80-Ch 80
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The door closed and she was alone with the Dark Lord
again.�

She tried to remember what had made her think that this was
a safe place to be.�

He was the only person in the building who would kill her if the mood struck
him - clearly the best place to run to and hide from the bad man with the
blonde hair.�

She tried to remain perfectly still and keep the slight
shaking that had started under control.�
She heard Lord Voldemort laying aside his book and rising from his
chair; his footfalls soft on the oriental-rug as he approached her.�

�Hermione, look at me� he spoke softly, and she almost felt
lulled into thinking it was all going to be alright; that he wasn�t angry for
her saying that she only had to pretend
to respect him and it was sufficient.�

She unfurled herself carefully, rising up on her knees and craning her head
back to look up at Lord Voldemort who stood an ar�ms
length away.�

She felt him in her head now.. shuffling
through her mind.� Images from the last
hours flashed before her eyes.�

He seemed to linger a particularly long time on the moments
in the morgue when Rodolphus kissed her and again in
the stairwell he paused, as if to dissect it..

He picked through her experiences in morels room with Rodolphus
focussing in on certain moments - When she had chosen punishment for the girl; when
she had despaired at having caused the girl to suffer for absolutely no reason;
Rodolphus telling her she should give herself to him
instead of saving herself for someone who would only hurt her;
�Rodolphus
mouth on her neck and pained retreat hissing at his mark; her continued refusal
to offer herself to him.

She could feel he was pleased at that memory but she
couldn�t have described how she knew.�

When the memory slid on to her arousal at watching Rodolphus fucking the girl, the Dark Lord pulled back,
glancing only fleetingly at the rest of the time up till she entered his
chambers again, noting her fear at seeing Lucius
again but moving on immediately and soon pulling out of her mind again
completely.� �

She looked up at Lord Voldemort�s face and before she could think his wand had
come up and he hissed crucio.�

The pain was so much worse than she remembered it had been
with Bellatrix.� She could do nothing
against the frantic shrieks that spilled from her as she shook and rolled,
every muscle in her body cramping and overextending, her eyes rolling back in
her head.�

After what seemed like hours, the bright thermonuclear lance of pain faded
leaving only the relatively mundane indescribable agony of twitching cramping
limbs and throbbing head.�

She could hear Lord Voldemort pacing, somewhere behind
her.� It was all none of her concern. All
she had to do was lie very still here on the floor and try to prevent herself from
throwing up on the carpet.�

Perhaps if she was very very
quiet he wouldn�t do that again.�

She heard him sit down in his wingback armchair again and
remained still, or as still as she could in her current twitchy shuddering condition.�

�I am disappointed in you, Miss Granger�.� Lord Voldemort�s voice was hollow and cold.

�I was informed that you were intelligent.� It appears that rumours were greatly
exaggerated and you are quite foolish.� Or perhaps just suicidal.�
Which might it be, hm?��

She tried to swallow; tried to get some fluid in her mouth
in order to produce sound.� �m � her voice was creaky and broken from screaming.� �m- sss-ry� she
swallowed again, coughing weakly.� �i�m sorry� she tried, and this
time managed to get the words out in a recognisable, albeit weak and shaky
manner. �

�Yes?� What are you
sorry for, Miss Granger? ��
Lord Voldemort sounded interested.�

She licked her lips and worked her throat spasmodically
again, trying to bring her damaged vocal chords back under control.� �Rodolphus� she
whispered.�

�Not your lack of respect, Miss Granger?� No? �Well
at least you aren�t that foolish
then.� ...so you�re sorry for Rodolphus..� I believe he is capable of answering for
himself.� What exactly are you sorry about?��

She was silent.�

The silence stretched on..�

Everything in her body just hurt right now.� This was almost the worst thing she had ever
felt, except that the worst thing had been five minutes ago when the Dark Lord
had been holding her under his cruciatus.�

�You know.� She said finally.�

�I want you to say it� he hissed back.�

The silence lengthened again, broken by the intermittent
crackling of the fire.� ��

�...I�m sorry for� ..her voice
broke. �-not fighting enough.� ...I was
weak ... I knew it was wrong��

She heard Lord Voldemort snort.� �and is that all you
are sorry for, Miss Granger?�

�No� she muttered.�
�I�m sorry I never learned occlumency.��

This time she thought he snorted in amusement.�

After a few minutes in which Lord Voldemort observed her lying on her back,
pitifully struggling to stay still and remain silent through waves of cramps, she
felt herself levitated and the sudden pressure change on her back made her yelp
and jerk which in turn set off all her other cramps again so that she groaned
with the horrible unstoppable sensation.

She clenched her eyes closed and tried to move as little as possible.�

Eventually she felt herself lowered onto a soft surface.� �bed� she
thought.�

Cracking her eyes she found herself in a darkened chamber on a large four post
bed surrounded by curtains, much like those at Hogwarts, but larger.� She felt the bed dip slightly behind her and
the panicky realization came to her that someone was getting into bed with her.�

�I cannot do much for the after-effects of the Cruciatus,
Miss Granger,� I
will have Severus see to you in the morning.�
But I can give you rest without constantly awakening from the cramps you
will experience.� Do not fear.�

�i�m in Lord Voldemort�s bed� she thought with
exclamation points exploding all through her mind. �

With him! �

How is this even possible?!� WHY am i here?� Why didn�t
he just leave me on the floor in his study?�
Or the couch?�
Or any of a thousand rooms in this place? A cell
perhaps? �Oh god!� Is he going to...

She heard Lord Voldemort sigh in tired exasperation behind
her.� �just
sleep now.�

His hand pressed gently against the back of her neck, his
fingers touching the base of her skull lightly.�
Then she felt his magic flare up more brightly than ever before and then
there was nothing.

She awoke slowly,� her bed was warm and pillow soft.� All was well in the world until she tried to
move and then everything shattered into long sinewy stripes of pain.�

She screamed in shock and sobbed as hot tears flowed from
her clenched eyes and every part of her body started frantically sending distress
calls to her brain.��

�Silence.� a sleep softened voice muttered from only inches
in front of her face and she jerked back in shock, blinking to try to see
through the blur of liquid.�

A white shape hovered into view in front of her face.�

�It is too early, Miss Granger.� Go back to sleep�

She felt a hand reach over her body and the incongruent
thought barrelled through her reeling mind �i�m in
bed with the Dark Lord and he�s hugging me��

The snort from the form in front of her was distinctly amused. �no.� Not hugging you,
my dear, knocking you out so that i can get some more
sleep�

She felt his hand on the back of her neck and then everything drifted away
again for a while.�
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