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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
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- 8-ch 8
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- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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After they had all left through
the door, Hermione sat down in the doorway.�

It amused her to know that half of her body was apparently in a field opposite
the gates to Malfoy Manor while the other half was
securely warded into Hogwarts.�

She stilled herself and focused
inwardly reaching for her magic.�

What I need is a book on breaking
vampire blood bindings she thought to herself.�

The slight change in the internal
pressure of the room behind her caused her to turn.�

The former circular chamber had
changed and now held a table with five books on it.�

Unwilling to move from the door
she summoned them to her.� Reading the
titles she actually cursed out loud.�

Why hadn�t they just done this in the first place.� STUPID.� If the room of requirement had duplicated her
library from the future, of course it could replicate what she needed.�

She flicked through the first
book.� It was very old.� There was a lot of waffly
rubbish and superstition in it.� It
seemed like more an anthology of folklore. The best way to break a binding
seemed to be various methods of killing the vampire.�

The next one was a bit better.� There
were two spells in there that would lengthen and prolong life, while not
breaking the binding, but which did not require any children to die. She laid that one aside, noting how the room shifted even as she
did so to duplicate Severus� potion lab at the burg-castle.�

She summoned the equipment she would need to the bench without moving and, thinking
on Tom�s summoning of alcohol at the beach, pointed her wand out the doorway
into the meadow and, strengthening her command with just a little trickle of
raw magic, summoned, one after another, the ingredients that she needed for the
potion from the outside.�

She had no idea where they came
from � perhaps they escaped from an apothecary or even from Malfoy
Manor but one by one as she called for them, with delays of varying lengths the
ingredients flew through the door onto the bench.��

While she waited
for the last one. �poppy seeds� she flicked
through the next book.� There was nothing
much of use in there.. although
there was a potion for vampires without their blood mate to stave off the
corresponding weakening.��

She decided that she�d have to give that to Tom when he came back and demand
that he learn it for the eventual day when Rodolphus
would be in need of it.�

The fourth book held several more variants on the two potions she already had
and something quite interesting.�

It reported that as the negative effects of the blood bond stemmed from physical interdependency factors rather
than etheric ones, and that for this reason, polyjuice was capable of replicating the effect of the
vampire if their hair was available.�

She seized upon that idea.� That would be ideal really.. It would last for almost
four weeks and it would be so..so ..much more
pleasurable than a potion.�

She placed it to the side thoughtfully and turned to the final book.�

In the very back of it, when she
had almost given up she found exactly what she didn�t want.�

There was a potion to cure the blood binding.�

If imbibed it would pass along the
connection, destroying it and simultaneously killing the vampire that had cast
it.�

She had no intention of killing Rodolphus.� He had
been an arse at the end..and he was..certainly a bloodthirsty cruel psychopath in many ways.. but she liked him.�
She didn�t want him dead.�

She hadn�t even wanted Lucius dead � and she�d hated him a lot more than Rodolphus.�

She banished the book back to wherever it had come from, firmly and hoped there
wouldn�t be another copy of it in the Malfoy
library.��

Returning to the fourth book she
thought again about the polyjuice idea. Clearly they
had a supply of it ready made if they had simply polyjuiced someone for her detention and were planning to
keep them polyjuiced all day tomorrow.�

That implied a lot of polyjuice.�

It would surely be possible to create or summon some of Rodolphus
hair.. She had summoned her wand from nothing, after
all. Why not the hair?.�

She beat down the thought of summoning the man himself.� Firstly, moving herself through time had
nearly flattened her for days.. secondly
� what was she supposed to do with an adult Death Eater vampire in
Hogwarts?!�

He�d need blood and she suspected he consumed more than just hers.�

And he might get it into his head to try to get rid of Tom in the past when he
was weaker.. or Tom might
simply kill him to free her of the binding. �Both were more than likely.�

But.. a small sample of his hair.. should
fix the problem.�

She leaned back against the
doorway, flicking her wand at the cauldron on the bench on the other side of
the room to light the fire beneath it.�

Turning to the second potions text she summoned the wasps and the paring knife
and set to carefully separating their wings.

How could she justify having his
hair here?! �She mused on the
problem.��

By the time she had finished with
the wasps and started peeling the first inner layer of the birch bark away she
had decided that she might be able to hide it the same way as she was currently
�holstering� her wand.� Some kind of bracelet or locket or something perhaps with a reduced
lock of hair?� She could then say
that she�d been keeping it for the event that she didn�t manage to find any
cure.

Hence why she wasn�t particularly worried about it.� She hadn�t wanted to bring it up unless she
had to because someone would have to play the polyjuiced
part of her vampire and she wasn�t sure how to go about having that
conversation.

In fact she was quite certain that any of the three would eagerly play
it and Tom would end up doing it because he held the power.

The rest of the ingredients
required only chopping, grinding and grating � and could be done remotely by
charm.� She set the knife to work on the yape roots and the diamond coated mortar and pestle
grinding at the onyx chips. The soft lime clay had to be grated into fine
slivers and she levitated it into place and then set a charm to move it in
forward circles, linking its movement to the circling of the mortar in the
pestle.�

The charms thus sorting the ingredients for themselves, she turned to the more
difficult work of summoning the items she needed from a point more than fifty
years in the future. .. or.. they
didn�t need to come from there
necessarily.. she reasoned.� They could be created here from energy or
something..

Especially the locket.. or.. in fact.. it might be easier just
to..

She sent a summoning charm out for
a silver locket and turned her focus to imagining Rodolphus�
hair.�

Not just Rodolphus� hair in fact but Rodolphus.� It wasn�t sufficient for it to just be hair like his.. It
had to be his hair.�

She concentrated as hard as she
could upon him.. and
specifically upon a particular hank of his hair and imagined severing it being careful
not to hurt him.�

She wanted that particular hunk of hair to be here, without the rest of
him.� Just that hair..his
hair.� Hair of Rodolphus,
from Rodolphus.. but not all of Rodolphus � just that little section.�

It was a lot more complicated to fixate the idea in her mind.� There were ...contingent..
properties to it.�
But after a time she felt like she had it suitably conceptualised and
reached inside for her power, holding her hand out and wanting the hunk of hair
to lie in her palm.�

She pulled at the power, drawing upon more and more of it and trying to
solidify the concept..

There was a faint tickle over her
palm.�

She wanted to open her eyes and check but knew
it would break her concentration.�

Pulling still more power, she
struggled to imagine the hair almost in an inventory of single hairs � a hank
as thick as two fingers.� A large lock..cut from his hair neatly.��

Finally she felt the ghosting
weight on her palm and tentatively opened one eye.�

A thick shiny swatch of brown wavy hair lay across her palm.�

She closed her fist around it
gripping it, grinning triumphantly.�

�And now � for my next trick!� Air into parchment!� she crowed inwardly.

The locket she had called for was
floating patiently in the air a half a metre in front of her and she claimed
it, frowning at the Malfoy insignia on it and
transfiguring it into a plain silver locket.

She bound the lock of hair at one end with a sticking charm and shrank it down,
curling it into the locket.�

Hiding it would be more effort
again she sighed inwardly.� Perhaps she
could put it in the same place as her wand?�

Tentatively she held the chain in
her hand as if she were holding her wand, her hand upright in order to let it
fall straight down.� Flicking her wrist
in the way she did to retract her wand, she was surprised when the locket was
sucked back and down into nothing.�

A terrifying moment she worried that she�d gone and lost it and would have to
go through all that again, as when she flicked her wrist only her wand
appeared.

But she removed her wand from her hand, holding it in her other hand and
flicked her wrist and the locket shot out in a straight line into her
palm.�

She actually leapt to her feet and
did a little yay-for-me dance.

Then she flicked it back in, in the same way, and sat back down, turning all her
attention to the potion instructions and the effort of brewing the whole thing
by remote control from across the room on the floor.�

The things needed to be here. �

and then they were..� Happily she surveyed her work area spread
around her on the floor �and reached for the salt water to begin
the first stage of the potion.�

A soft..almost
polite squark
whipped her head around out the door.�

She very nearly leapt inside and closed the door.�

The parrot..
the vosmaeri or whatever it
was.. Mencius.. was sitting
on the ground a few feet away looking at her.�
It tilted its head queerly and hopped a couple of steps closer.�

She raised her wand warily.�

�Stay there Mencius. �I�m busy right now.� I don�t want to have to defend myself but I
won�t allow you to drag me off!��

The parrot squarked
again in an almost deferential manner and came no closer, but began to preen
instead.�

�No messages today?� she asked
suspiciously.� It whistled back.��

She looked at it uneasily but turned one eye back to her cauldron.� When she started this she couldn�t afford to
turn her attention away from it.� And she
didn�t want to be completely distracted if that bird was sitting there.�

More importantly.. she didn�t
want it to flash away and bring the wizard himself back.� That would be very bad indeed.��

Reluctantly she levitated the
complete potions apparatus and ingredients up and to the side, away from the
doorway and turned back to focus her attention on the bird.�

She had the hair.. It would last longer anyway.�

The bird, seemingly delighted that it had her full attention, hopped back and
forth playfully and fluttered it�s pretty red and blue wings at her.

�Yes yes..
you are a pretty thing.. but
I�m still not coming with you� she informed it.�
It whistled a mournful tone.�

She summoned crackers from out the
door and after three minutes a packet came sailing in.�

Apparently Malfoys ate water crackers.�

Tearing open the packet she broke a bit off and tossed it at the bird. �Polly
want a cracker?� she quipped with a smirk.�

The bird managed to look at her
like she was completely daft and hopped away from the cracker.�

Frowning she required a book on vosmaeri species from the room and learned that it only ate
fruits and nuts.�

�Oh.� My mistake.�
She commented at it and summoned a mango, a banana and a pecan nut for it.�

The bird squawked delightedly and
set upon the mango with vicious fervour.�
She watched it in the light the room threw over the meadow grass.�

After some thought she transfigured a wide shallow dish on the grass and used
her wand to fill it with water.�

The bird� hopped
over and drank and then went to the pecan and struggled amusingly with that for
a while till it cracked it and drew out the nut.��

She watched Mencius eat and hop
and sing and even enjoy a short birdbath until the angry disbelieving cry broke
the silence and a hex singed the grass only inches from the bird, which flew up
with a shrill cry and refracted itself away.

�What in Salazar�s name were you
doing with that bloody buzzard again?!� Tom demanded furiously.� �I told you to stay away from it.� Did you accept a message?� Did you send one?� Merlin, Maia � can I not leave you unattended
for a few hours without reason to
suspect you of foolishness or duplicity?!�

�She prickled.�
�It didn�t bring anything and I didn�t send anything.� I had to leave the door open, didn�t I or
where would you be now?� And I couldn�t
do anything else while I sat in the doorway so I thought I�d keep it busy.� There�s no use in ticking Grindelwald
off more than he already is, you know. �

I wanted to brew a potion I found but I didn�t want to do it with Mencius � the
bird, that is � hopping about the place.� It was better to keep my eye on him.� Jeez.�
Calm down.� Did you find anything?�

Tom�s scowl lifted slightly� �Actually we
did..� he said, stepping over her in the doorway and back into the room.�

Septimus
and Abraxas followed him in and she vanished the birdbath and closed the door.�

Septimus looked around the potions lab with a pleased
expression.

�A nice setup..
What were you planning on brewing?��

She showed him the text she had and
he groaned in frustration. �She found exactly what we found and she didn�t need three people digging through shelves
and shelves of books to do so!��

Tom was by his side in half a
second inspecting the book with annoyance. �Where-..� he looked around at the
potions lab and the same thought of her bedroom library obviously occurred to
him too.

�Oh.�� He looked at her angrily

She informed him that she hadn�t
thought of it either and it just happened by accident and this seemed to
mollify him somewhat.� The idea that
someone could have an idea that he hadn�t thought of had seemed to bother him
greatly.�

�But there is..
something else...� she said quietly.�

Tom reacted in an almost pavlovian manner to her reticent tone.�

�Yes?!� he stepped nearer, deliberately using his physical presence as a lever
in the erroneous belief that she was not eager to reveal her other plan.�

�It�s um..
in this book� she pointed to the fourth text and he
summoned it to him and read it, his brows furrowing

�how exactly does that help us?!� It�s
useful to know..but the vampire in question is still
..quite far away and out of reach.�

She licked her lip nervously.� �Yes..he is..but..well..�
She flicked out her wand and holding it in the other hand, flicked out the
locket.�

All three boy�s jaws dropped.

�How in Hades
did you keep that in a wand holster this entire time?! Septimus asked bemused. �Simply..in
terms of the operation of the device.. It is impossible. �Do that again! �Put it back in and take it out again.�

She rolled her eyes as if they
were being silly when she really did not want to demonstrate this particular
point of the plan too much. �Could you focus?!� she sniped.�

Opening it she tipped out a tiny curl and enlarged it with her wand to a large
swatch of hair.�

Tom blinked and widened his eyes. �You had that the entire time?! Why didn�t you say?!��

She looked at him with
consternation. �I told you it was
nothing and that I�d take care of it.� It
was you that flew off the handle and
started talking about sacrificing virgins and drinking unicorn blood.��

Septimus
and Abraxus looked at Tom with poorly disguised
horror�

�I didn�t want to turn to this
option until I was certain there was no other.�
There clearly is another.� This potion � which you�ll note I have all the ingredients for and am already ready
to begin brewing � will give me two weeks of perfect health.� It requires no death at all in its construction and I stole every single ingredient from
out the door of the room of requirement so no Hogwarts potions stores had to be
raided.�

As I said � I can handle it. It just
caught me by surprise.� I was a bit
distracted lately for reasons I�m sure you can understand.� I didn�t expect to actually collapse on the
stairs � I thought there�d be some
warning at least.��

Tom was looking at her as if she
had once again astounded and pleased him.

�Yes...you did say that, didn�t you...� He murmured
and stepped closer, moving to sling his arms around her.

�I should not have doubted you, perhaps.�
If you have the potion ready to prepare.. why then are you telling me about the hair after all?��

She bit her lip and looked away.

�I thought you might like to
know.� And.. well.. the potion lasts for two
weeks while the polyjuice method lasts for four.�

I didn�t think anyone would particularly wish to play the role of a vampire for
me..

...I didn�t really want anyone to know. �It�s
rather embarrassing that I fell for his �allure� when I had been taught all
about it and should have known better.� I
thought I�d just find a way to deal with it by myself and not tell anyone that
I was so stupid.�

Tom smirked, delighted and kissed
her softly on her cheekbone. �It is not something that is easily resisted,
apparently� he reassured her. �like yourself.��

His eye flicked to the blond and black haired boys looking longingly at
Hermione.� They were relieved too and
wanted to hold her and comfort themselves that she was now officially no longer
going to die soon.

�I will play your vampire� Tom
whispered against her ear.�

She turned back to him
smiling.� �I do have..
quite a lot..
of hair you know.. certainly
enough for several years if rationed.��

She took a breath and said what she needed to say.

�I don�t want you to use it first.� The
vampire in question would get..a bit crazy..rabid almost.. when he didn�t get to be with me for a long time.. ...not
only that but.. he said my
blood was like a drug, that it was different to other blood and it was hard
for him to stop.�

He was an actual vampire and used to
restraining himself from taking too much.. whoever polyjuices themselves won�t
have any experience in dealing with the sensations of being in his body.�

I need you to be in control and make sure that whoever takes it doesn�t
accidentally kill me.�

�The person in this form will be ..really..really strong.� And still able to perform
magic easily.� I don�t want to
face you if you have suddenly decided that you actually really need to drain me
dry right now or you�ll lose your mind.��

Tom looked disappointed and
conflicted but eventually nodded..

�You are right.� I take it back, you are
not irrational, I was merely not in possession of all
the relevant information.

Your idea is more sensible.� If it seems that
whoever takes on the form is able to control themselves,
I will take on the role the next time.��

Hermione brightened.� She looked to Abraxas
and Septimus who each were showing particular
interest in the conversation.�

�I�ll duel you for it?� Sbraxas suggested.

Septimus treated him to a withering expression. �Don�t
be juvenile� he reprimanded.� �Maia.. you will choose.��

She snorted. �Tom,� you choose.� I�ll accept your decision.� �

She felt the hands around her stroke her approvingly.�

�Septimus
� you generally display greater restraint.�
You will try first.� Abraxas � if he manages it, I will perhaps allow you to
play the role after I have done so myself.��

The blond looked like he wanted to
literally stamp his foot in temper.� He
snarled �fine� and folded his arms petulantly.

�When..are
we to do this?� Septimus asked as neutrally as
humanly possible, his face betraying not an inch of eagerness suddenly � as if
Tom might say � oh.. sometime
in mid December might be nice.� Mark it
on your calendar and we�ll talk closer to the date.�

�There is no time like the
present� tom smiled with a slightly feral twist. �After all..
we are burning up polyjuice
with every hour that Maia remains in here.. Perhaps you might go and fetch some..��

Septimus exited the room immediately, with the
slightest spring in his step betraying his eagerness.

When he returned, the potions
setup was gone and the room resembled the round starlit space it had been
before.�

He hesitated at the door, looking
around the space.�

As if in response to his desire the
room shifted and while still round and still stone, was now the room downstairs
where the knights met.�

A sunken round area beneath the high oculum was
filled with mounds of soft pillows.�

Hermione looked about,
approving.�

It was better.. it was theirs.. rather
than Rodolphus��
It would help her remember who she was with. �

She stood just behind the sunken
pillow pool with Tom and a still pouting Abraxas.�

In Septimus absence she had tried to kiss him and
coddle him somewhat but he continued to be sulky that he wasn�t going to get to
be with her and Septimus was.� She was actually a bit irritated with
him.� It was like they were siblings such
that whatever one was given, the other had to have too.� She wondered whether Lucius
and Severus had ever been that way.�

Probably not, she assumed, due to their particular unnatural relationship with
one another.�

Septimus
skirted the round area and joined them.�
He held a book in his hand but cast finite and it revealed itself as a
large glass jar full of thick sludgy polyjuice.� A glass beaker suddenly appeared in the air
next to him and hovered.� He took it
appreciatively and knelt on the floor to open the jar and pour it.�

He poured only a finger thick layer in the bottom and then capped and sent the
jar to the wall.�

Hermione passed him the hair and he dropped it in, watching it sink slowly into
the thick sludge, with a discriminating eye.�

It suddenly occurred to Hermione..too late, too late.. that when he
transformed..Tom and Abraxas would recognise how
similar he looked to Sorrenson.

She cursed and tried frantically to come up with an excuse for Abraxas and Septimus.� Tom would realise at once...

Another thought dawned on her inappropriately. �Rodolphus had been..changed.. into a vampire comparatively
recently - the Dark Lord had said he was still getting used to his new
lifestyle.�

What if, knowing what she had now told him.. seeing Septimus transform � he
would later order Rodolphus to submit to the change
purely because she had known him as a
vampire?!

It seemed highly possible, she realised.�

Damn.. she had probably done
it again.� She just kept on creating the
future while she was here.

Tom had said that everything that was going to happen would happen no matter
what she did, but that wasn�t the impression she had gotten since being here �
No.. it seemed like everything that had been, had
happened because she had done
something here.�

It was an upsetting thought.� She really
was beginning to think that she might end up being responsible for all the
deaths that Tom would go on to cause.

Her attention was pulled back from
her horrified thoughts by Septimus resolutely tossing
back the glass beaker of sludge.�

He swallowed it as if he had done so many, many, times before and was used to
the disgusting taste and texture of the potion.�

Tom and Abraxas
watched in rapt anticipation.�

The first cramp hit and Septimus bent double, dropping to one knee.��

Suddenly realising the spatial difference in the two men, Hermione quickly drew
her wand and charmed his clothing off.�

He was in such discomfort with the changing, his joints cracking and popping
and entire body shape altering, that he did not seem to even notice his sudden
nakedness.��

After a minute or so it was over,
apparently and an entirely different figure knelt on one knee before them.�

She had forgotten how beautifully
muscled the man was. The starlight showed his broad smooth back shimmering off
posterior deltoids, rhomboids, trapezius...her mind
mentally ticked off each muscle group in turn.�

Rodolphus
raised his head, his dark blue eyes blinking as if adjusting to a slightly
different spectrum.�

And indeed this was �the
case.

�You are all.. glowing..in a faint..pink..aura� he said in Septimus voice.�

Tom and Abraxas
just stared at his face in, respectively, comprehension for one and horror for
the other..

�What is it?!� he asked concerned.. �Am I hideous?!�

�No� Abraxas
bit out. �You look like an adult Sorrenson with brown
hair!��

Rodolphus
furrowed brows that Hermione had rarely seen furrowed.� Rodolphus tended to
wear various expressions of casual powerful lust, humour or placid violent
anger.� Furrowed brow consternation was
not at home on his face.�

Septimus required a mirror into existence and
examined himself.

�All of himself, including the back.�

�So I do� he agreed. And after a
moment added..�I can hear each of your heartbeats.. and.... and smell you also..� as
if this information was currently more pertinent to him than Sorrenson�s unknown vampire relation.�

Tom looked fascinated. �What
else?� he inquired.

Rodolphus-Septimus
turned and narrowed his eyes.� �I feel..quite..strange..it�s like lust..well.. it is lust.. Right now I want to throw Maia down and fuck her
senseless, she smells so good..�

Three pairs of eyes automatically dropped to look at the hardening organ
hanging heavy and long between the taut thighs.�

Septimus-Rodolphus was introspective and didn�t seem
to notice.�

He went on thoughtfully. ��But it isn�t
only lust.. The other part is..like lust however. Hungry lust.� Or thirsty. It�s more like
thirsty.� Parched.� Needing a drink of water in
a desert.� A
drink of water that can be fucked as well as drunk.��

He stepped closer..or..Rodolphus body stepped
closer.� Hermione felt her nipples harden
at once in helpless reaction and she shivered.�

�I feel..�
Septimus observed.. �I feel her..like..a pull..or an awareness.. of her.. I can..increase it..�

He did so and she felt her own eyes glaze slightly in lust.� Rodolphus was
standing there naked and calling to her and she needed to touch him or she
would just die of want.� She took a
helpless step toward him.

Tom snorted in amusement and
walked to her, restraining her with his arms.�
�Calm, Maia.. shh..�

She felt his magic tangle with hers and it was relaxing..
subduing.� �Tom..� she whispered happily.�
�Yours..��

He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. �Yes precious one.� Mine.
Always.. always mine.� He kissed her passionately and then pulled
away, releasing her..

Septimus.. in Rodolphus
body was shaking slightly, snarling... he gritted out through his teeth. �hard..to..see
you...with her..in this form..Hurts..want
her.. please
my Lord.. need..�

Hermione observed through her own haze of lust that whatever strange quirk of
being a vampire made Rodolphus communication quite primitive
at times was affecting Septimus the same way.�

Tom, wary, drew his wand and held
it at his side.� �Very well, Septimus.� You may
proceed.. but you will
control yourself or I will punish you and you will not be allowed near her
again.�

Rodolphus septimus groaned
in complaint but nodded grimly.

�It is.. difficult..my Lord.. the scent.. her scent.. makes me want to..�� he broke off. �can�t say.� things.. tear.. rip..
hard to think..like this..�

Hermione stepped closer to the
trembling Septolphus.. At
once he flashed forward faster than she could see and she found herself lying
in the sunken mound of pillows.� Her legs
were pulled up and parted and violently the familiar cock buried itself in her.� Septimus let out an
animalistic groan of both relief and need and began to fuck her brutally.

Rodolphus was the most endowed of all the men she had
slept with and the way Septimus was using his body
felt like he was actually in danger of causing internal bleeding.

She yelped and whined in pain and called out �Septimus..gentle.. you�re too strong in this form..you�re
hurting me��

With shuddering difficulty Septimus, panting, slowed and softened his movements.� It still hurt a little but it was ok.�

She reached up for Rodolphus face and dragged him
down to her to kiss.� Septimus
responded ravenously and when his fang scraped her tongue he sucked upon it
desperately, abandoning her mouth soon after to nuzzle at her neck.

In between his panting thrusts he
bit out. �Here.. here it
sounds best..smells..so
clear.. god.. like..amortensia..fresh..
bright.. sunlight.� Clean.. springtime..life.. mine.. want..need..�
he started to lick her throat slowly and she moaned in pleasure, bucking her
hips against his , her arms wrapped around his back and his neck.�

�It tastes better when I�m coming� she informed him softly.�

Septimus choked out �It can get better?!.. fuck..�

He adjusted his movements in her tactically to increase her pleasure.

�You can use the..pull
thing.. to make it faster..� she murmured against his
ear.�

A moment later she moaned
helplessly at the mindless lust that flooded her. �God...so good� she groaned,
grinding against him and bucking in counterpoint to his thrusts..� Within less than a
minute she was nearing her peak and as if he felt it too Septimus
was licking at her throat and scraping his teeth lightly over her as if the
restraint was difficult..

A sudden hard thrust shattered her and in the same moment she felt him bite
down on her hard.�

It heightened the pleasure exponentially and she screamed in bliss, even as she
felt him sucking and swallowing and lapping frantically. He was making low
rumbling growls of enjoyment and still fucking her through his consumption.

Her own climax went on and on in response to the moving tongue.. the swallowing throat she felt
against her and she panted and tossed her head, helpless to the sensation, her
fingers clenching on his back and then loosening, her arms slackening as she
became lighter and started to drift into unconsciousness.�

�Stop now� tom�s voice floated down
to her.�

A moment later.
�Stop, Septimus!!��

She slid into a warm beautiful
peaceful sleep.�

When she woke she had that horrid
feeling of enervation disorientation.

Tom was kneeling beside her and lifting her head.� He held a phial of some kind.

�Drink it. �It�s blood replenishing potion.��

She drank it gladly,
the coppery bitter taste was familiar and not unpleasant.

�Thanks.. I forgot about that.� Rodolphus usually
kept some here..there..I mean..��

Tom frowned, perturbed. �You didn�t
mention how difficult it is to stun a vampire. I stunned him seven times before
he finally collapsed.��

She blinked.

�Oh.� Well.. I�ve
only seen it done once.� The other time
he got..um..out of control..you just caged him in a silver cage.�� Tom�s eyes widened and in one movement he
stood and spun, stunning Abraxas who was gaping
confused.�

An obliviate later he returned to her

�I realise you are disorientated and light headed right now but do not force me
to obliviate them too often...

Now .. you knew that the vampire had gotten out of
hand before and did not tell me about this?! Why?��

She hesitated and then turned,
concerned, to Septimus lying in the pillows next to
her.� He had already transformed back and
looked peaceful, although there was blood all over his mouth, chin, neck and
the top of his chest.�

She looked down and saw that she was covered in it too.�

Grimacing, she turned back to Tom.
�It only happened once and there were extenuating circumstances..

besides � I did
warn you.� If I�d let you take the
potion, I�d probably be dead now.� I
doubt you�d have allowed either of them to stun you.��

He looked annoyed. �We will find a way to...�� he stopped.. obviously
thinking the sentence through to the end.�

She smirked. �What.. we�ll think of a way to render
you utterly vulnerable?!� she challenged him.

�I�m so sure that�s going to happen��

Glaring at her, he changed the
subject.

�Is there anything else you have
forgotten to mention?��

�About Rodolphus?�
she sought clarification. �

He nodded after a moment, gritting his teeth.�

Her eyes sliding away from his told him that there was.�

�What?� Out with it!� he commanded wearily.�

She told him hesitantly about the
effect of her menses upon him. �um..when
i have..uh.. my..monthly blood..� she started
and he raised a perfectly shaped brow at her, a faint expression of mildly
revolted curiosity on his face.

�Uh.. it has kind of
paradoxical effects.� Usually he was
really tender and gently and adoring and tender.. kittenlike almost but um.. another time � when he may have been under some considerable
stress � or perhaps he was affected by the fact that I �was very shocked and upset
over something � but whatever the reason it sent him almost into a frenzy and he
hurt me...��

About the only thing that will reliably
restrain him is silver.� It burns his
flesh��

Tom nodded introspectively. �And ..when..� he trailed off suggestively.� She thought for a while.�

�Um.. about a week from now
or so..��

Relieved he responded �At least that then..� Come.. it is getting late.�
I�ll wake them and we will escort you to the dorm.��

Without waiting for a response he
enervated Septimus and turned casting the same spell
upon Abraxas.�

Hermione turned to the Severus-like wizard lying blood coated and thoughtfully scourgified them both before he was fully awake.�

�...Salazar!..�
he exclaimed weakly. �that was-...��

She leaned over him and stroked a hand down his face.� He turned to her and then after a blink of
surprise and recognition he had grabbed her and twisted her underneath him,
bearing down on her. She felt his sudden hardness at her thigh.

�More than I could have ever expected!!.. I am tempted
to go and look for a vampire to ask it to change me if that is the sensory world they inhabit.� Merlin.. I want you again.��

He kissed her hungrily, lingeringly, then nuzzled into her throat.. �Oh... why can I still smell it?!� You
smell.. so..enticing.. How did I never notice it
before?!�� he
licked up the column of her throat and nipped her
along her sensitive points, making her mewl in pleasure.�

�You say you still smell her as you did when you were under the effects of the polyjuice?!� Tom demanded from above.�

Septimus
flinched and his arms tightened around her possessively. �yes
my Lord.� Not as strongly... it is slightly
different.�

This scent just makes me want to bury
myself to the balls in her and not move till compelled by threat of
death.��

Tom snorted above them and then informed him that he would quite definitely
kill him if he didn�t get up now so that they could return to the dungeons.

Septimus growled in irritation and kissed her again..and once more.. before
reluctantly pulling away and climbing up, extending a hand to help her to her
feet.

She looked up to see petulant
jealously on Abraxas face, as he looked at Septimus.

�My Lord - I want to play the vampire
next time!� Abraxas demanded. ��Septimus looked at
Tom, stricken. �No, please, my Lord � you already let him date her..��

Tom snarled at them both to shut their whining off and helped her out of the
sunken pit, drawing her to him and holding her tightly as if to reassure himself that she was his and nothing had changed.�

The other two looked at one another hatefully.��

When Tom finally released her, she
asked the room of requirement for her uniform back and, once dressed, they all
returned downstairs in silence.�

It was only when they walked
through the shield hole that the trouble began...

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