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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79307 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
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- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
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- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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She woke in
bed, arms curled around her and her face against a warm naked chest.�

Lifting her head she looked up to
see Tom, his face peaceful and angelic in sleep.�

The lack of other sounds of breathing behind her suggested to her that Severus
had slept elsewhere.

Tom frowned slightly and turned
more, curling into her.� �gba t�slee�
he slurred faintly.

She felt a warm wave of love for
him overwhelm her and leaned forward to kiss his chest, wrapping her own arms
around him.�

�mmm� he hummed.�

She closed her eyes and tried to
go back to sleep.� If he woke up then
he�d leave sooner and she just wanted to stay right here for as long as
possible.� Every time she left this bed
horrible things happened.

A slight snort met this thought from above her and then Tom sighed.�

�I feel the same way..� he said unexpectedly, softly.�

�Each time I wake.. I feel I may lose you.. that you might suddenly be
snatched from me somehow..taken to a place from whence
I cannot retrieve you.� ...sometimes I
feel it inevitable.� unavoidable.� You will make a horcrux for me today.��

She gasped and pulled back,
looking up into red serpentine eyes.�

�I.. I thought it wasn�t necessary.. I thought..��

The beautiful face shook
�no�.� �It was of concern to me before.. but
today..today I will disconnect you from Harry.� He is not aware of it but he will
comply.� I have that power over him
now.�

He will be angry.. he will be
furious in fact.. He will obey nonetheless. He belongs to me now.��

�And then..
you will make a horcrux to give me peace of mind that
you will not be stolen from me by death.�

Tomorrow I have ordered a revel.. You will take my mark.�

Tomorrow we will complete the ceremony and you will belong to me completely.. you will be mine ..forever.��

He smiled at her and brushed the
hair away from her face in an affectionate doting manner.�

She frowned.� The sound of that was so
final somehow.� She realised that she
really had no concept of what �forever� entailed. She hadn�t really had a great
awareness of time in her seventeen..call it eighteen
counting time turner usage.. years.�

The idea of living..forever..
for hundreds of years..unchanging...
God.. what if she lived a
thousand years as a seventeen year old.� Surely
there were only so many books you could read.. places you could see.�

She didn�t think she wanted to live forever.� Only Tom
would want that.�

Why would anyone fear death to that extent, she
wondered.� It was entirely
unreasonable.� There were finite
possibilities for what one could do in life.. death was a great mystery.�
How could he not at least be slightly curious?!

.. imagine.. living for a
thousand years just to avoid finding out.�

Tom pressed her back to his chest gently and said nothing.� His arms held her close as if she might
evaporate any second. He held her for a long time.�

She had almost begun to fall asleep again when he spoke.

�You will work with Severus for
the morning and then I will collect you and we will deal with Harry.� I have some other business to attend to this
morning.��

She opened her eyes again and
looked up at him curiously. �What do you do when you are not with me?�

�he snorted wryly.

�Many different tedious things, my dear.�� He seemed to hesitate, looking at her
thoughtfully before he continued slowly.�

�At present I am having difficulty with the American High Ordinate of Magic.� The man is a mercenary dog.

The americans are monitoring events here closely and
hovering like vultures in the hopes that I may fall into disagreements with the
muggle Prime Minister or lose my grip on the magical institutions within Britain.�

Should that happen, they might persuade other national leaders that instability
in the British isles threatens the safety of all
wizarding domains and that there is cause for international intervention.

My forces are substantial but i cannot compete with a
united European force.�

Even without that.. the
Americans are quite powerful alone.� The Chinese, in contrast too numerous to suppress, should they
attack.��

Hermione stared at him, absolutely
enraptured.� Tom never spoke of anything
of significance.

She always just assumed that everything had been managed somehow or other.. she never actually questioned
any of the practical issues surrounding his takeover.

It felt like..like a confidence.. or
like an honour that he was speaking to her of these things now. She felt..important to him.�
He continued on without pause, seemingly thinking aloud.

�I believe I am assured of the
complicity of the United Arabian Hatam and Russian Visoky-Sovet although I very much doubt they will rise to
assist should the Americans mobilize.�

It is better to circumvent such a possibility by managing affairs here in a
manner that defies criticism.�

I have been insufficiently attentive to ministerial matters over the last
days.� It seems that several Wizengamot ministers are expressing dissatisfaction with my
newly instituted policies.��

Hermione frowned..
what kind of policies
was �Lord Voldemort� instituting in Britain?! She had visions of concentration
camp like scenarios where muggles and mudbloods were dispatched day after day.�

Another thing she lamented internally, which she had never really dedicated
much thought to in the face of her own circumstances.�

Tom snorted at her �Actually my
dear, interestingly enough they believe that I am being insufficiently harsh
toward mixed and mud blooded witches and wizards.

It appears that many, particularly within the ranks of my servants, anticipated
a massive cull of those they considered �lower� magical beings.� This I have not done and have no intention of
doing.� It is a waste.

Not only a waste - it would certainly provide sufficient cause for elements in
the international community to justify intervention.� Grindlewald was
defeated due to his genocidal policies. Without them
he may have gained acceptance for unifying many wizarding populations.�

I will need to clean house this morning and oversee new appointments.� I shall also have to demonstrate to my
followers that I will not tolerate dissent.�

I want them to see your admission into their midst tomorrow..� I anticipate a period of rebellion will
follow.�

It is vital that I suppress it and demonstrate that I am their master! My decisions, even those they do not agree with,
are beyond question. ��

She sighed and looked away. �It�s
not going to just be taking your mark is it..� she
asked with trepidation.�

Tom�s silence did not bode
well.�

�I don�t know if I can...do that..�� she said quietly.� �I
watched Rodolphus.. um.. with Bill Weasley.. yesterday and it was horrible.� I.. I couldn�t do
that.� If you put me in front of them and
ask it of me.. I�ll fail and it will look bad.��

Tom pursed his lips and looked
quite stormy.�

�I require it of you!� He sounded
irritated.� �you
will not fail!� You will obey me and
demonstrate proper death eater behaviour.�

She shook her head.� �I won�t.. you know I won�t.� I don�t
get pleasure from hurting people.� You
know I�ll flake if some innocent person screams and begs me to let them go.� And .. and I can�t curse them anyway.. I can�t use a knife on a
person.� It was different with Ron �� with that knife, i knew
I wouldn�t really hurt him.��

Her response seemed to infuriate Tom.� He
looked away irritatedly.

�You can!� You will!�
You have!.. I have seen it..�� he trailed off
angrily.�

Collecting herself, she retorted,
confused and riled� �I
have not!..when
I hurt Lucius Malfoy it was in revenge for what he
had done to me..

Ginny too! �I have never attacked an
innocent person for no good reason, thank you very much!!��

Tom took a deep breath and closed
his eyes.� He visibly calmed himself,
although it seemed to be difficult.�

�Of course� he said lightly.� �you are right.� I ask too much of you, sweet innocent Hermione.� ..my precious..

I will find another way.� Do not
worry.� I will not require you to torture
in my name.��

She let out the breath she had
been holding.

�Thank you� she said softly.�

He turned his face toward her and
kissed her forehead. �It is nothing.�
These trivialities are nothing, my dear.� He pulled her close and kissed
her lips searchingly.

When she responded eagerly he went on to demonstrate to her once again exactly
how proficient he was in wringing pleasure from her body.� She was drunk on his body!

Somehow..he was so very different to everyone else.. He was perhaps not quite as tender as
Draco had been, nor as rough as Rodolphus
tended to be usually...but he was better than all of them put together.� Every time he kissed her..
every time he touched
her she realised again that he was actually the only one she truly wanted. The
one she loved best.

There would never be any choice between them.�
It would always be Tom.

Afterward they rose and showered
together and Tom ordered breakfast.� They
ate in the icy blue sitting room, both reading papers � Tom the French and Hermione
the American daily papers.�

After she had finished she passed it to Tom and she switched to the
prophet.�

It was.. nice..to wake with him and spend
her early morning in this manner.� It
felt.. it felt domestic in
some way.�

Tom bent the edge of the paper he was reading inward and peered at her around
it.� His red eyes
glittering in amusement.�

She huffed and looked away.

�Its not as if I meant it in
the white picket fence, 2.5 children and a dog way� she scoffed.�

He raised the paper and she thought she detected a quiet snort.�

When he had finished the prophet
he took four or five other papers and minimised them, slipping them into the
pocket of his robe.�

�Come.. I will take you to Severus.� He has just entered his workroom.��

She didn�t question how he knew but nodded and went to him, embracing his
standing form as he apparated them.��

Severus was dressed in his
standard tightly buttoned black robes, facing away from them both and working
at several cauldrons.�

�Good morning, my lord, Hermione� he said in quite a bright tone of voice, for him.�
Tom smiled, relieved.�

�I am glad you are feeling
better.� Hermione will assist you this
morning.� Draco may be along shortly also.� I would like for you to..continue..their studies in potions, beyond that which you taught them
last at Hogwarts.��

Severus half turned and raised a
questioning eyebrow.� �You require more potioneers?� he asked dubious.�

Tom sighed.�

�Hermione�s pursuits are somewhat
restricted, as you are well aware...As I recall, you informed me that she was
quite capable in potions. �I have detected
a desire in Draco to pursue potions with you for quite some time now.�

If it is too much, Draco can work elsewhere.�
I merely thought to do the boy a kindness by offering him his
wish.��

Severus shook his head slightly. �I
may have difficulties meeting my other requirements for you, my lord, depending
upon how much I can entrust them with at present.� I assume you wish me to continue working on
all assignments?...��

�Yes.� Tom replied unhesitatingly.�

�Yes.. and things must remain
as they are at present.� Find time.��

The long haired boy�s eyebrows
furled in mild irritation.� �Yes my Lord.��

Tom smiled and turned to Hermione.
�Have a good morning, my dear.� I shall
collect you for lunch.��

She nodded and he kissed her lightly, turned away and disapparated.��

After he had gone Severus stepped close to her quickly.�

�I can only assume from his mood
that you did not tell him about Rodolphus.��

She frowned and shook her
head.� �Of course not..
Why do you think I didnt summon him yesterday.� He�d kill
him.� He as much as threatened it when he
left me with him.�

What happened?!�

Did you obliviate him?��

Severus looked at her with a blank
impenetrable mask of a face. �Yes. �Do
not worry ...but it would be better if you would not allow the vampire to poke
around your mind in future if you can possibly avoid it.��

She sighed in relief.�

�He was right though.� I felt guilty about everything I hadn�t told
him.� And he was so angry about Lucius.� I can�t
imagine how horrible it must be to lose your best friend for that long and then
get him back.. only to lose
him again.��

Severus looked uncomfortable.�

�Yes, well.. he will come to
terms with it.� We all will.�� Let us not speak of the matter further.� I would like you to brew for me felix felicitas.� It is one of the more complex brews - I do
not believe Slughorn attempted to cover it.�
I will observe you while I work.��

She smiled widely, excited to be
brewing a �proper� potion this time in here.�
Severus smirked at her and waved his hand to cloak himself in his professor
Snape glamour.�

�Perhaps it might assist you if we pretended that this were
a class and you were being graded on performance.�� He sneered slightly.�

Somehow he was infinitely more powerful and dominant in this form, she
realised.� His voice..
his carriage.. all screamed
judgement. She just couldn�t help the respect and fear in a potions scenario
with the man in question looming over her.�
Whereas young
Severus was quite attractive and interesting but not yet truly intimidating.�

�When we are working.. you will address me as professor
or Sir, Hermione.�� Severus commanded
with more than a little visible satisfaction.�
�And.. I would remind you - in contrast to our time at Hogwarts..there are no overseeing wards here preventing me from
disciplining you physically or magically.�
Do not disappoint me or you will be punished��

He smiled like something that waits in dark alleys for unsuspecting prey. �She goggled at him slightly and nodded.�

�I�ll try not to.��

He stepped closer, leaning over
her threateningly.� �What did I just tell you, miss Granger?��

She swallowed.�

�Sir.�

I�ll try not to..Sir.� she frowned slightly, unsure
what to think about this.�

The man smirked darkly.

�See that you do not.� It will be one
lash for each subsequent failure to show the proper respect.� Begin your potion.��

He turned back to his cauldrons
dismissively, inspecting them and then moving to ingredient preparation.�

She watched him uneasily before
taking out an iron cauldron and setting it on the table.� Moving to the wall she silently collected the
ingredients she would need.�

The pop of apparition made her turn and she smiled as Draco noticed her and
brightened.� He walked over quickly and
embraced her, pulling her close and kissing her cheek.� �Morning..Hermione�� he said
softly.�

She felt strange hearing him call her that again.� He normally called her Granger.� It was easier.. it was more familiar.. it was less familiar in fact and that�s why it
was easier.� Granger..
held a certain distance.�

However that distance, it appeared, was forever crumbled away � hence Draco�s
immediate assumption that it was correct to embrace and hold her like
this.��

Severus..
Professor Snape materialised at their side, looming unpleasantly.� �Draco!� he barked. �Unhand her and go and
prepare a bench for yourself.� You are
both brewing felix felicitas.� You will
assist Hermione with the flame for her cauldron.� If I find you hanging all over her again
today, you will experience whatever
dark arts curse happens to float into my mind first.� At the moment
I am thinking about the entrail expelling curse. �Get to work!��

Draco, who had flinched when he
had appeared like that, now sprang away from her as if she were on fire and
snapped off a �Yes Sir�, shifting seamlessly into student mode. He marched off
to fetch his cauldron and set up both of their flames, obviously realising that
Hermione would bring the ingredients they needed.�

Severus remained and looked down at her with a condemning expression.

�I can only assume that the Dark
Lord has sanctioned this unholy little union. � Draco would not be foolish
enough to risk his ire� he snarked.

�Nevertheless.. It will not be disturbing your
concentration when you work here.� I
refuse to waste my time preventing hormonal little twits from exploding their cauldrons.. and if you ruin any of my own brews.. or
cause me to ruin them due to your
foolishness � I will inform our lord all about Lestrange
and allow the vampire to face his fate.�
It is merely misguided generosity that I have not already done so.��

He spun on his heel and strode away, robes billowing.�

She scowled and went back to the
ingredients.

By the time Tom returned, they had
finished brewing felix felicitas � Severus had showed them how to amend the recipe
to produce a perfect result.� She had
felt angry once again at Harry for having cheated with Severus old school
book.�

After that, they began working on the wit sharpening draught.� It required overnight brewing without
stirring and could therefore be left when Tom came for her.�

She was flushed and happy when he apparated in.�
It had been very enjoyable to return to an almost familiar environment.�

Despite his threatening attitude.. or perhaps because of it.. Hermione
had felt a lot of satisfaction working on potions with her professor.� She remembered clearly that when she had been
in fifth year she had wished for nothing more than to have the chance to work with
only her teacher present - with professor Snape dedicating all his terrifying
attention to her alone.�

This was different.. he wasn�t hovering over her all
the time.. and Draco was here.. but
it was very close to a dream come true nonetheless.� Her professor offered her personal feedback while she brewed.. and not merely snide icy
critical commentary � actual constructive advice.�

It was amazing. She wanted to leap upon Severus.. professor Snape.. and kiss him.

Obviously she couldn�t.. His very manner prevented her from doing so.. but she was walking on air,
nonetheless.��

Tom picked up on her happiness as
soon as he entered and went to her, enfolding her in his arms.� She grinned up at him jubilantly.� �Thank you� she hushed.� He smiled indulgently.�

He looked up and took in Severus appearance with mild amusement.�

�I will take her now, Severus.� You will
continue to work with Draco, if you please.�
Treat him as an apprentice of sorts, perhaps?��

Severus looked mildly irritated
but this was a normal expression for him.�
He nodded grudgingly and turned back to his cauldron.�

She had the feeling that he was annoyed about more than the current circumstances.�

Tom ignored his attitude and
pulled her close, disapparating them.� Before they compressed she caught Draco
looking at her in longing and frustration.�
Then they were gone.�

They reappeared in Harry�s
room.�

Harry was leaning up against the wall
painting on a canvas he held propped against his lap with one hand.� He looked up when they appeared and smiled
brightly, laying aside the canvas immediately.�

She saw that it was a beach scene in black and white.� An undefined figure reclined on the sand.� He hadn�t gotten to that part yet
apparently.��

He walked over eagerly and hesitated, seeming anxious to fall upon them
both.�� Tom sighed and opened his arms,
allowing Harry to step into them and kiss him hotly.�

After they had kissed Harry turned to her and advanced on her.�

She felt that momentary panic she
always felt when he did that and backed away slightly.�

Tom stepped quickly behind her and put his arms around her waist, holding her
gently and bringing his mouth to her ear.

�Harry will not hurt you, Hermione.� He regrets his past behaviour. �You must forgive him and move past this
anxiety��

She gripped his arms around her
middle and nodded weakly.�

Harry approached more slowly, his eyes shifting between Tom�s and her own
uncertainly.�

�Mione..I�m
sorry.� Please don�t be like that.�

She cringed and turned her head
slightly to see Tom in her peripheral vision.�
�

Harry stood close to her and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of her
mouth.� He looked so desperate to do
more, his eyes pleading with her.�

Against her own inner feeling she
turned her head and kissed him properly.�
He sighed in relief and tried to deepen the kiss.� She allowed it.

Soon enough though she felt his hands on her, one pressing to
the side of her throat and the other sliding up to cup her breast.�

�stop!� she begged internally.�

Tom quickly put a hand on Harry�s shoulder and stopped him.�

Harry�s eyes flashed in fury
momentarily.� Then he suppressed it and
sighed, smiling wanly.�

�Sorry.� Slowly.� Yeah.�
I�ll try to remember.��

Tom kissed her lightly on the
cheek.� �Never mind..�
he said softly.� �Let us eat
something.� Then we shall see.��

He had a house elf bring them some
food and they sat on the sofa and ate quietly.�
Tom summoned Harry�s newest paintings to look at while they ate.� He had painted a few of Tom in both his
forms.� There were a couple of Severus
and one of Draco juggling.�

There was one of Lucius hogtied.�

When they had finished eating Tom
lay back on the sofa and looked pensive.�

�Can we go out like that again� Harry
asked wistfully.� �Or..
will you show me somewhere else here?� Your room?� Or.. something?��

Tom sighed.�

�I could take you to my chambers if you wish�� he said somewhat reluctantly.� He looked to Hermione.� She shrugged noncommittally.� She knew that he was about to make Harry very
upset in the immediate future.� Did it
really matter whether they did it there or here?!�

Tom nodded and stood, offering his hand to her to rise.�

She followed him as he led them
all to a clear area aside from the sofa and coffee table.� He drew them both to him, wrapping an arm
around each of their waists. A moment later he disapparated them to his study.��

When they arrived Harry looked
around in mild amazement.�

�it really is
just like mine..� he said under his breath.�
He wandered to the bookshelves.�

�I have quite a few of these..� he observed.� He jumped and dragged a particular book out
eagerly. �But not this.. oh i
looked for this.� The maleficarum
was just too rare for me to lay hands on.��
Tom smiled, pleased.�

�I have had a lot longer to search, Harry.�
This is merely my private selection � The castle has a main library in
addition, that houses my full collection, including many books which I acquired from the family libraries of my
servants when the ministry began raiding in search of dark arts items.�

I was quite grateful to their misguided discrimination at the time.� Such precious objects would have never been
willingly offered had it not been for them.��

Harry replaced the book
reluctantly.�

Hermione watched him with mild amazement.�
She had never seen Harry
display �bookworm� type behaviour before.�
Although.. she
supposed the great improvement in his depth and breadth of magical knowledge
recently had to have come from somewhere.�

Tom smiled.� �I will allow you to read
from my libraries later, Harry�� The boy seemed excited at the
prospect.�

Tom gave him a cursory tour of the
rest of his chambers.� Harry was
astounded at the sitting room, so similar to his own, the bedroom also.� They only peeked into the viewing chamber
although Harry seemed interested.�

He brought them then to Hermione�s room.�

When they entered Harry seemed surprised.�
�Why don�t you just make her live with you in your rooms?� he asked a
bit incredulously.�

Tom rolled his eyes at him. �You
are so young.� Had I forced Hermione to
stay with me, she would have been afraid. �

She would have fought me tooth and nail from the first. �It was better to allow her to have her own
space.��

�At present she does stay with me in my rooms most of the
time...but that is because she knows that she could leave and go to her own room, if not whenever she feels like it, then often � certainly whenever I am not in my chambers..

...I do not force her to offer me her affection.� Although... I prefer that she sleeps in one
bed with me��

He added the last almost sheepishly.� It
sounded strange on him.�

�I find it more pleasant to sleep
when she is there�� he
supplied.

Harry looked at him with mild
scorn.� Tom narrowed his eyes back at
him.� He ushered them both into the room,
his manner becoming businesslike.�

They both stood in the centre of
the room and Hermione wandered off toward the window slightly.�

It was overcast outside.� The grey clouds
hanging low over the hills.�

Toms
voice sounded hollow when he spoke. �Harry.. I
understand how this will anger you..� I, more than any other, fully comprehend how deeply
you will despise me for what I will do to you now��

Harry, alarmed
and uncomprehending jumped back.

�What are you going to do?!� Don�t!� Whatever it is.. don�t do it!�

Tom sighed.� �I had hoped that Hermione would be amenable
to another m�nage et trios before I did this.� I know that we three will never again feel so
complete.� It is unfortunate.��

Harry gaped and dropped to his
knees begging.�

�No.. please don�t.� Don�t
take her from me.� PLEASE!!� Anything.. but don�t take her.��

Tom looked away.�

�She must wear my mark Harry.� It is imperative.

Remove your mark from her and I will consider it further.�

It is ..complex.. should I
leave her bound to you.�

Harry shook his head weakly. �No.. if I take it away I won�t be
able to feel her if she is hurt again..��

Tom agreed ��No.�
However, after tomorrow I will
feel her.�� He hesitated and then
offered, stony eyed� �...If
you take it off her I will allow your magic to remain unbound.��

Harry wavered and looked over at Hermione.�

She sat on the window seat looking uncomfortable.�

�But..� But she�s mine..� Harry whispered desperately.�

Tom stepped close to him, leaning
over the kneeling boy.� �No, Harry.� Hermione is and always was mine.� She has never not been mine.� She was mine before she knew it herself.. She was mine even before she was born.� Destined
for me.�

When you stole her from me and forced her against her will to submit to you �
it did not make her yours.�

You are lucky I will allow you to live.�

You may have the opportunity to see her again if you obey me.��

Harry had, astoundingly, started
to cry.

�Please.. please don�t take
her away�

Tom crouched beside him and
stroked a hand down his face.� �I will
think on it if you remove your mark.�� He
promised.�

Harry wiped the back of his arm across
his eyes.� �..Ok� he sniffled
miserably.� �

Tom brushed a hand through his hair gently.�
�Good, Harry.� ...Hermione.� Come here.��

She stood and padded over, gingerly
sitting down cross-legged beside them both.�

Tom reached into his pocket and
handed Harry a wand.� He recognised it as
his own and clutched it as if his life depended upon it.

Tom reached behind his neck and pulled apart the necklace he wore.

From her position Hermione could see that it didn�t break like links of a chain
but more like mercury separating into droplets.�
The two halves pulled apart like taffy and then tightened in a liquid
manner into chains with a catch at each end.�

Suddenly Harry fell to the floor,
yelping and shaking.�

�Harry!..�
Tom chided.� �You should know the
protections you built into your own mark.�
I cannot have you attempting to attack me.� If you abandon the intent to curse me the
cruciatus pains will cease.�

Harry whimpered and shook for an
entire two minutes before he stopped, panting, only to start yelping and
shaking only seconds later.� Tom
snorted.�

�It is impossible, Harry.� See reason��

Harry finally stopped shaking and
whimpering only to burst into tears.� �But
I don�t want to lose her.� Don�t make me
do it.� You already have her.� You can feel her through my mark. You don�t
need to..��

Tom shook his head firmly.�

�She will wear my symbol, Harry, not
that of a deceased discredited rogue organization.� It is not up for discussion.�

Harry sat up slowly, looking at
her so hurt and longingly that she felt sorry for him.�� He reached out for her arm and she placed
her hand in his.�

Stroking her skin over and over, looking brokenly at her he asked her wistfully.. �Would you kiss it, before I take it away?� ...You never even kissed it once..�

She looked at Tom.� He nodded understandingly.�

She lifted her own left wrist to her lips and placed a small kiss on the centre
of the shield.� Harry shivered.�

�Thank you� he whispered
disconsolately.�

Taking back her hand he placed his
wand in the centre of the shield.� He
took a deep breath and tears dropped from his eyes again.� Then she felt a strange wrenching tugging
sensation that seemed to be inside her veins.��

The black lines seemed to be crawling up through her skin and retreating into
the tip of Harry�s wand.�

It didn�t hurt exactly.. it merely tingled.. it was a very unusual sensation.�

When it was all gone, Harry fell down , crouching upon his knees, pressing her wrist to his
cheek.�

Tom stroked his back, a strange look on his face.�

�I have thought about it Harry and
I must force you to remove the bond also.� he said quietly.�

Harry sprang up, his cheeks wet, a
look of horror on his face.. �But you.. you said.. no.. please..I
can�t!��

Tom cupped his cheek and Harry pulled away.

�Don�t!� If you do this..
I�ll kill you.� I promise. �No matter how long it takes..
I�ll kill you.��

Tom�s eyes hardened.� �you Will do this Harry Potter.� You are lucky that you still live.� I will not allow you to potentially die and
take her with you.� Conversely.. her death will kill you
also.� .

..But then Hermione shall never die.� I
will see to that.�

Remove it or I will do it through you.��

Harry jumped back.� �That was the only reason you bound with me.. marked me.. wasn�t
it�� he accused - his eyes looked large
and wounded.�

Tom smirked.

�Of course.� However.. it is not the reason that I am
choosing to keep you alive.� Do not
despair Harry. You will still be mine.�

I ...regret asking this of you.� I
understand your pain.� It is necessary, I assure you.��

Harry shook his head angrily.� �I don�t care.� You will have to do it by force.� I won�t!�
I won�t give her up!� �

Tom set his mouth grimly.� �So be it.��

He reached out swift as a snake and grabbed Harry�s hand.� Harry tried to tug it away and raised his
wand, but only collapsed shaking and crying out in pain as the cruciatus effect
took him over again.� Tom tsked and reached for Hermione�s hand also, gently.�

She complied with reserve.�

She wondered whether this was really the best idea.� Harry really would do anything to try to kill
Tom after this, she was sure of it.��

She felt another strange feeling
then.� It was another tearing wrenching,
but this time deep within her.�

It felt like some part of her she hadn�t really consciously noticed was tearing
loose.�

It hurt!.�

She bent forward, drawing her knees together and putting them to her chest,
clenching around herself.� She felt tears
slide down her cheeks helplessly.� Harry
lay on his side and looked up at her, heartbroken.�

Finally it was over and Tom
released her and Harry�s hands.��

Harry slid around and put his head
on her knees, wrapping his arms around her.�
They both wept silently.�

Tom watched them and then got to his feet, turning away from them both.�

�I am sorry, Harry.� he said
quietly.

Harry said nothing, he just held
her tighter.�

Tom allowed them to sit together
in that way for perhaps half an hour or so, while he sat by the window watching
the slow drizzle that had begun, fall over the fields.��

At long last he said �Hermione, come here now.�
I wish to proceed.��

She flinched slightly and ducked
her head.�

Harry looked up, a dark foreboding
coming over his face.� �What does he mean?
Proceed?� What are you going to do now?�

She swallowed uncomfortably.�

�Is Harry going to stay� she asked
uneasily, ignoring his question.

�Do you wish me to take him back
to his room?� Tom asked softly.� She
looked away from Harry�s hurt accusing stare.

�What are you going to do Hermione?!�
he demanded angrily.�

Tom stood and paced to them. �I
see.. I will return shortly� he informed her.�

Harry reached for her as if he meant to shake her but Tom gripped his upper arm
and tore him back from her quickly.

�No!�
Foolish boy.�
Never..never..hurt her.� You really
lack all sense, don�t you?!��

They disapparated
immediately and it took almost ten minutes for Tom to return.� He brushed his hair back as if he had been
exerting himself. �My apologies, my dear.� Harry really is a boor.� Too young and headstrong
for his own good.�

But then you�d know that better than
any other, obviously.��

He offered her a hand and she reluctantly took it.�

�What will happen with him
now?�� she asked
uncertainly.�

Tom smiled thinly. �He will
live.� He will learn to adapt.� After we have made your horcrux I will return
to him and calm him down.�

Although I really have other matters to occupy my time today, I will spare him
a few hours.�

Do not worry, Hermione.� He will not kill
me.� He cannot.� His mark and his bindings prevent it.��

She nodded absently and then raised her eyes to Tom�s red ones uncertainly � �How am I
supposed to make a horcrux without magic?�
You can�t unbind my magic!� Really
� don�t!� Especially not..right now..

I never wanted to be bound to Harry...but I can�t..explain..how-...

If you released me now.. its possible I might put it back.� I feel..so empty now
that it�s gone.��

Tom smiled thinly and seemed to
choose to ignore her reference to Harry.�

�Do not worry.� I have another method of
creating horcruxes which requires neither
murder or magic.�

It is.. so-to-say.. a passive method.� A
rare potion spoken of in ancient Sumerian texts I located recently.�

I have tested it on..experimental subjects.. and it is quite functional.��
He drew a silver flask from his pocket.

�You take it.. and then you
wear or carry the object you wish to imbue with your essence and quite
peacefully, while you sleep, a portion of your soul wanders into the object and
becomes anchored.��

He smiled.� She did not.�

�I thought we might use a necklace� he said softly, and drew from his other
pocket a silver necklace with an large emerald
teardrop.�

She admired the necklace, smiling
weakly.� It was beautiful.� If he had given it to her under other
circumstances she would have been pleased.�

Tom stepped forward and kissed her forehead lightly.� �I know my dear.� I will give you other things. This one is..special however. I am glad you like it.��

He began to unfasten her robes.� She
allowed it passively.� He undressed her
till she stood naked before him.� Then he
took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom and undressed himself,
entering the shower with her and first washing her all over with mango butter
soap, then scourgifing her twice.� He did the same thing to her hair.� First washing it with the white creamy
shampoo that Severus had made for her and then scourgifying every last trace of
it from her.�

He did not bother with his own body, leading her out of the shower and casting
drying charms upon both of them.�

She followed him back out to the
bedroom and he looked deep into her eyes as he fastened the emerald necklace
about her neck.�

She fingered the black bead of the other necklace beneath it uneasily.� Tom placed his fingers over her hand.�

�It cannot be helped, Hermione.� You will
simply influence both objects.� The other
necklace will never be removed, so it cannot very well be hidden.� It will merely be a further protection. �Do not
trouble yourself.� You will not lose much of your essence.� A tiny sliver, no more.� Not half your soul.�

She nodded glumly.�

He did not touch her
overmuch.� Instead he gestured and she
levitated from the ground a few inches.�
He passed her the silver flask.�

�Drink, and we will always be together, my precious one.�� He encouraged her gently.

She sighed and tilted back the flask, drinking the sour tingling brew as
quickly as she could till the flask was empty.�

He took it back and levitated her further, tilting her in the air till she
floated horizontally on her back almost a metre over the bed.� High enough for the tips of
her hair to hang inches above the blankets.�

He waited with her as she started to drift off to a dazed trance.� Then she registered no more.

She woke again
in the dark, with Tom�s arms around her.�
He jolted awake seconds after her and stroked
her hair comfortingly.�

�Did it work?�
she asked, hoping it hadn�t.�

He kissed her cheek lightly.� �It did.�
I have removed the necklace for the moment. I will see that it is hidden
somewhere considerably less accessible than my own.. apparently poorly kept, horcruxes.�

I have some ideas where I might place it.��
Certainly nowhere personally connected with either of us, my dear.�

Do not worry.� It shall be safe.� You shall be safe.� You will not
die.��

Again as he clutched her to him she felt he was reassuring himself rather than her, that she would not fade away into smoke at any second.

�It troubles me that you are so frightened of Potter� he said, suddenly
switching the topic and throwing her off balance.� �He is..perhaps a
little quick to react.. somewhat mercenary and
manipulative.. but he is young.� He feels things strongly.�

He is... quite lonely and afraid.�� Tom
spoke quietly.�

Hermione half nodded.� �I know..� she said.
�I can�t help it.� He feels..wrong.� It�s not just
that I�m afraid of what he might decide to do.. he is wrong.� He�s neither you nor himself.� He�s like the worst aspects of both.� Your power, your
ruthlessness, his impulsiveness, his emotionality.�

�Tom nuzzled her gently.� She felt a moment of surreal
disorientation.� He was so affectionate
since she recovered from her fall.

�You must learn how to deal with
him.� Your fear only feeds him you
know.� He invokes it whenever he wants to
influence you to obey him.� You must
simply refuse to give him the satisfaction.��

She rolled her eyes.� �You
try saying that when you have no magic to draw upon.� If I had my wand, I�d hex his balls off and
he wouldn�t try it again..��

Tom smirked against her skin.� She could
feel it.�

�In terms of pure wandwork..
He is already far more powerful than yourself, Hermione.� He would win in a duel if you did not use
your ability.�

His knowledge of curses, both dark and neutral, is comprehensive.� Almost as broad as Severus.�

Not as broad as myself but if I allow him to access my library.. in time perhaps..� �

�Then how exactly am I supposed to
stop him from doing whatever he damn well wants?!� she demanded irritatedly, scowling.�

Tom sighed..
�You already know he loves you.� Surely
you can work it out.�� he
yawned.�

�I am not sure whether you are
suggesting that I emotionally manipulate him or fuck him into compliance.��

Tom yawned again and muttered �Whatever
works... �Go to sleep again Hermione.. it is the middle of the night.��

She was not content with this suggestion but the slowing breaths from Tom strongly
suggested that sleep was the order of the moment.�

She furrowed her brow in irritation and curled against him once again.

The feeling of his arm around her was comforting, warm, strong, a certainty.� She burrowed her face into his chest and
struggled into a more comfortable position.�

He made a sleepy noise of contentment.�
She closed her eyes.

She woke in bed
alone.� Feeling around for Tom the bed
was empty.�

She sat up and
looked around the room.� He was not
there.� No shower ran.�

She got up and wandered through
the rest of the chambers..

No.� No Tom.� He had obviously left early without waking
her.� She complained under her breath and
went to the bathroom in her own room to throw herself under the shower.��

When she came out and went to her
room to dress Draco was lying comfortably sprawled across her bed, his robed
arms out to the sides as if he hadn�t a care in the world.�

She frowned at his easy domination of the space, so different to his
supplication and begging when he wanted to be her pet ferret.�

He rolled his face toward her,
gifting her with an admiring look as he scanned up the length of her towel
wrapped body.� �Good morning, beautiful�
he smiled.� �Come here��

She shot him a sidelong
glance.� �Aren�t we going to Severus lab
this morning?�� she
asked uncertainly.�

He rolled his eyes slightly.

�Of course.. but he said to
bring you after you woke up.� He has no
way of knowing when you woke up, does he. Come here..�

She turned back to the wardrobe
and rifled through the clothes discontentedly.�
�When is the revel?� she asked, changing the subject.�

Draco, in her peripheral vision looked up at the ceiling and banged his head
against the mattress lightly in irritation.�

�Not till later. Other people.. people who don�t live here.. have
commitments during the day.� It is a Tuesday, you know!�

The Dark Lord normally at least waits till the weekend.�

Still.. it�s been a while
since there was a revel and it�s not as if anyone can just decide not to turn
up.�

I guess tomorrow will be a slow working day in the ministry.��

�It�s a Tuesday?� she asked
absently.� It had been such a very long
time since days of the week made a lick of difference in her life.�

Draco, apparently tired of her refusal
to come over to the bed, slid fluidly up into a vertical position and joined
her at the wardrobe.� He perused the
contents and selected a black and embroidered gold robe and dress set, then
opened the other side and pulled out pale cream satin lingerie to suit and
black silk thigh stockings.�

�I�ll transfigure you shoes.� he stated� �Now come to bed for a while.��

She hesitated.� She really didn�t feel like it this
morning.� Tom had been gone and she had
felt disappointed that they wouldn�t sit and read the papers together like
yesterday.�

�Draco..� she started.�

His face took on a very familiar
petulant pout and she felt like she was back in school suddenly.� �Fine..� he ground
out and turned away, striding off to the window.� His back was ramrod straight and his hair
shone in the pale yellow morning sun streaming through the window.�

His posture reminded her of his father suddenly and she felt guilty again.��

She went over to him, tightening
her towel around her slightly as she walked.�
�Look.. I�m sorry� she began.�

�Forget it� he interrupted.�� He turned and she saw him struggle to
suppress his upset.� �I just thought that.. now we�re both working together
we would be able to be together.� But Severus
obviously doesn�t want me touching you.�

He turned away and muttered �He�s got no problem touching me after you leave.�

She startled slightly.� �Did he.. does he make you do anything you don�t want to do?!� she
asked, worriedly.�

Severus wouldn�t.. surely.� But..he did get off
on control and she had seen the way he looked at Draco in a collar.�

But really.. it was Severus.. he
wouldn�t force Draco into anything!��

Draco folded his arms more
tightly.� �No.� I was willing enough. �It doesn�t matter. �I just..wanted to be
with you Herm..

...Granger.�� The last word was said
grudgingly. �

She stepped close behind him and
put her arms around him.�

�Sorry.� ...I just..
wasn�t...am not.. in the mood
this morning.� It wasn�t a reflection on
you.�

Yesterday was a bit unpleasant and now Tom�s gone off wherever and tonight is probably
going to be horrid too and I just don�t feel like sex right at this moment.�� Mentally she added to herself � and I�m also
on my period. Give me a break.�

�Please don�t be like this!��

Draco turned in her arms and
wrapped his own arms around her shoulders.�
�What happened yesterday?� he asked tentatively.

She told him and he made a sickened face and pulled her closer.� He didn�t offer any empty reassurances or
words of comfort.�

�Ok..� he said finally.�

He kissed her on the side of her forehead and released her.�

Leading her back to the wardrobe,
he cast drying spells, then sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for her
to dress.�

After she was dressed and he had transfigured some very low black and gold slingback heels for her that she proved able to walk in, he
pulled her close gently and kissed her chastely on the lips.�

He looked down at her and seemed slightly
conflicted.� �I...�� he started and broke off.� He looked away.�

�You don�t need to worry about tonight, Granger.� You..you won�t have
to do..anything.�
The Dark Lord already told me I�m going to take your place with polyjuice.�

You won�t even have to watch.�

It�ll be alright.� I�ll do what�s
necessary.� They�ll all see you�re not to
be messed with.��

She took his face and turned him
toward her.� �Draco!� He�s forcing you to do it in my place?!� That wasn�t what he said � he said I wouldn�t
need to do it at all.� It�s not right to
make you kill.� It�s bad enough that he
already forced you to do..other things for him.� You don�t do that kind of thing either, do
you?��

He blinked and looked away, turning his head against the pressure of her
hand.�

�Every Death Eater has to do that �kind of thing� if only to get in,
Granger.� I�ve killed.� Don�t worry.�
It�ll be fine.��

He swallowed and his adam�s apple bobbed in his slender
tanned throat.

�I just wanted to tell you so that you can relax.� You don�t need to think about it all
day.� You�ll go, you�ll take the mark and
then you�ll leave.� Don�t..worry about it,
okay?!��

She shook her head.� �I�ll talk to him.� I�ll do it, ok?!�� I don�t want you to have to-..�

Draco shook his head
decisively.� �No.� even if you can force yourself to cut someone
up a little on his orders � you have no magic.�
They can�t know that.�

And you won�t be able to look like you enjoy it.� I�ll take care of it for you.� Tomorrow it�ll be over and we don�t need to
talk about it.. alright?��

After a minute, she nodded
solemnly.� �Alright.� We won�t discuss it again.�

...thank you Draco.� You�re always saving me, somehow.� I..don�t know what
to say.��

He looked at her pleadingly.� �You don�t have to say anything.� I shouldn�t have been demanding before. �I�m glad just to be with you. ..

...Severus said we�d brew veritaserum today when we�re done with the wit
sharpening draught.��

As if the matter was concluded, he
wrapped his arms around her and disapparated quickly.�

Severus was an
absolute git all day.�

She fumed into
her cauldron as he stalked around, hovering over them and inserting pointed
remarks at the quality of their cutting, dicing, grinding, stirring and
attitudes.

Hermione seethed and felt somehow
irritatingly unable to just yell out her anger at the man.�

It was ridiculous.�

She had seen him fucked by the Dark Lord and she knew that he�d been Harry�s bitch too... she had saved his bloody life and yet when he
used that tone of voice and looked like that she just wasn�t capable of standing up to him like she
should.��

Draco was calm and noncommittal
all day, responding to Severus directives in a non confrontational manner.�

It seemed to piss him off even more.�

They had been at it all day.�
After veritaserum Severus had had them peeling pickled niffler testicles, desliming sea
cucumbers, sorting newt eyeballs into popped and whole.� All the kind of tasks that
she might have faced in detention at Hogwarts. �Not the sort of thing she would do in
class.�

When she pointed this out he asked her snidely how she imagined all these
ingredients got into their jars.� Did he
have an invisible army of dunderheads at the ready to task with their
preparation?� Was she too good for jobs
that he did himself regularly without complaint? Just what did she imagine a
potions master�s life entailed?!�

He ranted on and on for ten
minutes and then he had her press bubotuber vines for
their puss.�

Of course she burnt her robes and
her hands and he had no sympathy
whatsoever, simply healed her skin and told her the robes were unflattering to
begin with.�

At that Draco snorted but said nothing.

When Tom finally came to retrieve
her in the evening she was ropeable.� He apparated them
back to her room and she didn�t even speak, just stripped and stomped into the
shower and boiled herself for half an hour while she muttered under her breath
and imagined doing horrible things to Severus.�

If it was him she�d have to torture
she was certain she could do it all with aplomb and enjoy it.��

Tom left her in peace but when she
came out of the bathroom she saw that he had selected robes for her and left
them on the bed.�

They were black and made of
silk.� Red embroidery lined the bottom
hem and managed to look like she had been dipped in blood. There was a rather
brief red lace lingerie set placed with the robes.

Boots were laid to the side rather
than heels. They laced up to her knees.

She dressed and admired herself in
the mirror.�

In her reflection she saw Tom step up behind her.� He wore severe black robes and his
glamour.�

The red of his eyes matched her robes
well.�

He seemed to sigh unhappily when
he looked at her in the outfit.� She
frowned, worried that she did not look good or that he was displeased.�

�you are.. ravishing.. my dear�� he complimented.�

He cast a drying charm and then a
further charm which seemed to straighten and gloss her hair till it fell in
shining mahogany waves over her shoulders.�
Stepping close he swept it to the side with one hand and kissed her
neck, making her smile.

�We must be off soon.� My servants are gathered in the great hall
already.��

Worried, she turned to look at him.
�Draco told me that you�re having him impersonate me.� Is that really necessary?� It�s-... you said you wouldn�t force him to
do things for you like that again.��

Toms face became closed and resolute.�

�It is necessary Hermione.� You will
trust my judgement in these things.� Draco
is pleased to do this for you.�

He is pleased to do anything at all for you, as you know��

The last comment sounded slightly
acidic, she noted.�

He continued �and since you
created a horcrux yesterday as part of an agreement to protect him it is really only fair.�

We will not discuss it further.��

He spun her around delicately and pulled her to him.� �You will arrive with Severus and wait in the
mass.� It would not do for us to arrive
together.�� He leaned down and kissed her
deeply.�

He held the kiss for a long time, heating her and teasing her tongue with his
own and she started to wonder whether he might want to remain and do ..other things.. rather than
go.� She responded eagerly.�

When he finally pulled away slowly
he seemed almost afraid.� He kissed her
again, urgently and tugged her over to the bed, divestoing
their clothing and thrusting into her almost immediately.� He pounded her into the mattress, kissing her
and teasing her with slender fingers till she was screaming her release.� He hadn�t dropped the glamour but she really
didn�t mind.� She had grown to like the
strange serpentine features and when she closed her eyes she could feel his
nose and hair and knew he was Tom.�

When he came himself, he gasped and clutched her tightly, hissing the
parseltongue phrase that she now recognised.�

�my precious..��

Afterward they held each other, coming down from their high.�

He made no move to rise.�

She felt more than a little
worried now and turned, curling into his marble white chest. �Are we not going
after all?� she asked softly.�

He frowned conflicted.� �Yes.. we must go.� I..simply wish we did not have to.� I am very tempted to take you to a remote island
and enjoy you for forty or fifty years.. damn everything else.��

She prickled in alarm.� This was out of the usual for him..he seemed almost melancholy.� He had been wanting to give her his mark for.. well.. since
she first arrived really, she supposed.�
And now he wanted to leave?�

The red eyed serpent she lay against tossed his head in self critique

�Foolish.� Come, my dear.� Let us bring it to end�

He sat up and scourgified them both thoroughly, then cast the countercharm to
the divesto.�

When he had straightened and
smoothed and preened her to his satisfaction and she had made a short trip to
the bathroom he apparated them both to Severus chambers.�

The man in question, they found sitting in an armchair drinking firewhisky.� �

�Well.. about time� he slurred.�

Tom frowned at him
suspiciously.� �Severus..
starting the festivities early?��

�Yes� came the sulky reply. �...my
Lord.��

Tom�s frown deepened and he
pinched the bridge of his nose as if in realisation.�

Hermione wondered what it was.� Had he
upset Severus?� Was that why the man had
been so horrible all day?�

She shifted uneasily from foot to foot as Tom waved his hand dismissively as if
to say �no matter�.�

�Bring her immediately.� I will call upon
her early, before the revel begins.��

Severus nodded and finished his
drink in one gulp.�

Tom turned her and looked
searchingly into her face.� She felt
strange again.� He was behaving very
unusually today.

He started to say something but then shook his head and simply kissed her gently.�

A moment later he was gone.

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