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The Defining Prophecy	By : Landquist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 21976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author's Note: Dark chapter ahead! Hermione will struggle in this one, BUT, there will be more insight into Voldemort, Hermione, and Harry's minds so yay for that! Additionally, I realize that I'm switching voices and person's around a lot, I'm shocked that no one has torn me a new one over it, so, to stop the impending criticisms...I am doing that on purpose. It is extremely important that readers see every view point available in this fiction. I know its not a respectable writing practice but shush you future critics because this is my fanfiction.haha

Hermione's spell hit the wall with an ear-shattering blast. The large crack left in the stone wall almost made her feel guilty, until she realized that she was probably at Malfoy Manor (thank you Draco for letting the Dark Lord's location slip, idiot) and decided that she did not care if she cracked every wall in the entire house.

She felt drained and realized her mistake instantly.

Under normal circumstances, putting almost all of your magical energy into one spell is risky, if a wizard chooses to do so he better be completely certain that his opponent is weak enough to crumble under one attack. However, when you put 98% of your magic towards one spell aimed at Lord Voldemort you are most likely suicidal.

She saw his wand give a quick jerk, even though she had not heard or seen his lips move, and quickly cast her shield, however the sheer force of his spell shattering her defense was enough to throw her across the room. She landed on top of a large desk that probably belonged to Lucius Malfoy. Her wand fell out of her hand as her wrist got caught between her chest and the desk. The sprain was intense and she wasn't sure she could flex her fingers, much less pick up her wand.

His Crucio was precise and controlled. The Torture Curse was an excellent teaching tool and the trick was to apply enough force to severely rattle the victim but not enough to drive a person insane. He did not want his prize to completely break.

He casually tossed her wand across the room in a movement that perfectly copied Harry's earlier move.

She was moaning pitifully from the Cruciatus and did not begin to object over her wand being thrown.

"Incarcerous" Her four major limbs were simultaneously pulled to four different corners of the desk and bound tightly. "Your stupidity angers me Mudblood, tell me, did you honestly believe that you could best Lord Voldemort in a duel?" Her response was meek and hard to hear clearly. He slapped her across the face, "speak up girl I will not strain my ears to listen to your mutterings." She did not cry but her moans increased and she did not seem to have the will to respond.

His patience wore out, "Legilimens." He saw her encounter with Draco, her boredom through the Sorting Ceremony, the confrontation with Potter, and then he studied her closely in the library, feeling her anger as she discovered his trick. He released her mind.

"You will speak when I address you, you filth, I do not enjoy having to delve into the mind of a Mudblood." She whimpered a clear, "yes sir." "Your dueling skills need work child, but I am the wrong person to practice on, I do not take well to attacks and the next time you attempt treachery like this I assure you that you will have far worse injuries than a hurt wrist and slight Crucio pains."

He studied her, detesting the horrendous bedtime attire she was wearing. Her pain seemed to be disappearing, quickly being replaced by fear. He detected a hint of arousal and thrill. The girl was the perfect definition of a submissive masochist and she didn't even realize it. She was trying hard to not make eye contact with him but he was giving her no other looking options. He watched her close her eyes and moan, knowing that his dominating presence over her was torturing her mind.

He raised his wand over he body. With her eyes still closed she didn't notice his actions until she felt her clothes being singed away. She began struggling and opened her eyes prepared to plead with the Dark Lord. He stopped her train of thought, "Those rags you were wearing as clothes were not acceptable. You remember our previous encounter when you pleased me so well?" Now that she was bared naked before the Dark Lord he saw that her blush nearly ran the length of her entire body, she nodded, "yes I remember." "That was proper sleeping attire, I will allow you to wear similar flimsy shirts to bed with no undergarments whatsoever, I'm sure Mr. Potter will enjoy my improvement as well." His malicious grin caused her to shiver, she prayed silently for this experience to be over soon, but she didn't know how long Voldemort could maintain the spell. She guessed that she had been in the office for maybe 10 minutes. She nodded in agreement.

Her submissiveness thrilled him and for the first time he took a moment to examine her body as she squirmed uncomfortably on the desk. Her breasts were impressive, much more ample than he expected. Her pale skin made her nipples a simple pink color, much more pleasing and erotic than Bellatrix's brown shade. A tiny waist filtered downward to rather narrow hips, with a soft maintained patch of brown curls.

He lingered at that spot for several long moments, Hermione could feel the possessiveness rolling off of him in waves and she could almost hear his thought process. Harry would get there before he could unless he took her virginity before her birthday. She knew he was weighing the options. He could take her fully now, and risk Harry discovering her deflowered state on the night of her birthday. That would surely create alarm and that old bat Dumbledore might discover his secret and take counteractive measures. He fumed.

He doubted the girl knew enough about Occlumency to deter Potter much less Dumbledore. If she gave them reason to invade her mind, such as suddenly appearing on the night of her birthday with a ruined virginity, his secret would be immediately discovered. Eliminating all contact he had with the girl. He could not take her now, another plan was needed.

His gaze left the area and traveled down shapely firm legs. She shivered again, wondering what was coming.

"It seems that you have an apology to make Mudblood..." his grin terrified her"...what do you offer?" She was stunned, not sure of what to do, what did he want? She was tied to a desk for Merlin's sake. "What would please you My Lord?" Her voice was huskier than usual, her aroused state was evident.

The desk began to shorten in length. She cried in alarm, unprepared for his wandless magic. Metal bars appeared out of the desk right under her knees. As her knees bent upward due to the bars the desk continued to shorten so that he ankles were still secured to the ends. The ropes around her wrists disappeared, but a thick band formed across her neck, still tying her firmly to the desk.

Her wet quim was on full display. She dared a glance at Voldemort as he stared intently at the area where her thighs met before meeting her gaze and with a quick flick of his wand she felt her wrist heal. The desk tilted slightly so that she was leaning upwards towards him.

"Masturbate yourself Mudblood." His voice was like oil and his face betrayed no emotion.

She was dumbfounded. He was telling her to do something that she never imagined ever doing in front of another human being. She hesitated long enough to irritate him. The slap echoed across the room, "You want to please me don't you girl? I can see the evidence clearly in that wet pink cunt of yours, now, masturbate for your Lord.

Waiting longer would have meant more pain for her so she abandoned her fears and brought her hand down to her waiting pussy. Her wetness surprised her, but she quickly circled her entrance enticingly, doing her best to put on a show for Lord Voldemort. When she finally entered her self with one finger she moaned loudly and heard the Dark Lord hiss slowly.

She began pumping her finger in and out of herself, enjoyed the sensation of her juices covering her hand. Daringly she looked up, attempting to make eye contact with her Lord. He stared back at her openly which caused her eyelids to flutter as another moan escaped her lips. "Add another finger girl, I want to see you stretch yourself a little."

She quickly complied and quickened her pace. Her moans became louder and less inhibited as her climax grew closer. She could hear his breath quickening as he moved closer to her, she welcomed it, hoping he would touch her.

Then she realized that her fingers were not reaching deeply enough into her, she craved more, and her cries became desperate as she removed her fingers and focused on her clit. The Dark Lord's gaze coupled with her attentions to her clit were driving her crazy and she begged, "Please my Lord, touch me, I need you my Lord."

He stepped closer, her eyes continued to beg him, and he reached out to her running a single digit up the slit of her vagina once before entering her. He hissed, "Don't stop what you're doing Hermione, let me help you come." She was to far gone in bliss to notice that he had used her first name.

She continued her movements as he roughly pumped his finger into her, being careful to not break her barrier. Her moans had reached a new level and he felt her walls begin to clench around his digit. "Come on my finger Mudblood, I want your come, please your Lord, show me how much of a slag you are."

She came hard. Her walls clenched violently around his finger as she saw stars. He quickly removed his finger, and before she came down off of her high he removed his robes and pumped furiously on his member twice before he came all over his prize.

Some of his liquid landed near her mouth and in her dazed state she quickly moved her tongue to lick up the substance. She loved the taste of him.

He released her bonds, but her legs were shaking to much to support her and she crumpled in a heap at his feet, naked and covered in his spunk

"You were magnificent Miss. Granger, you have pleased your Lord." She smiled up weakly at him, but did not try to stand up, she knew that he enjoyed seeing her at his feet.

Suddenly he became stern, almost business like, the change shocked her but she didn't know how to react so she remained still. "I will be to busy to spare any time for you over the next several days." She couldn't help but feel slightly upset. "Do you plan on going to Hogsmeade with the school the weekend after your birthday Mudblood?"

She was irritated, the man had just watched her masturbate and then had spilled his cum all over he body and now he was discussing her school activities as if nothing had happened. She replied with a short yes. He smirked, "Good, hopefully then we shall be able to enjoy each other longer than these short sessions." He thrust her wand into her hand and ran a cleansing charm over her.

Confusion would be an understatement, Lord Voldemort would not casually walk through Hogsmeade just to see her. She tried to ask about his plan but she felt the room fading and it was if she was being pulled in another direction.

~Early the Next Morning~

Harry woke up just as Hermione began stirring next to him. He noticed right away that she was naked and that her wand was clutched in her hand. Odd, he quickly grabbed the wand and placed it on his bedside table. Hermione was gorgeous naked. He spent several minutes admiring her until he realized that she would be fully awake shortly. He needed her to be drowsy at first in order to get what her wanted, not being in any kind of mood to persuade a fully awake and alert Hermione.

Not waiting to ask why she was naked, he quickly pounced on top of her, his morning erection quite evident. She was still dazed and drowsy when he quietly murmured, "spread your legs Hermione, let me taste you." She quickly complied without thought, giving into the sensations of his tongue.

Later in the day she would berate herself for allowing two different men access to that area within hours of each other, like a common whore.

But now all she noticed was that Harry was an expert with his tongue. He seemed to be drinking her eagerly as her pressed his tongue deeper inside of her, then quickly removing it to flick her clit as he pushed a finger into her, repeating the process with many variations and techniques.

She tasted clean, almost like water, with something like a light citrus taste. Unlike any other girl he had ever tasted. He pleasured her greedily wanting her to come as fast as possible, wanting to prove his skills in the bedroom. Her moans fueled the need that was growing under his briefs and when she came he sucked greedily.

Her second orgasm was powerful but did not last was long as her first. She screamed Harry's name and he smiled against her quim, drinking in the last of her cum. Then he smoothly straightened without bothering to wipe his face and kissed her vicious and passionately. She complied eagerly. Tasting herself on him and loving it.

He coaxed her down his body urging her to return the favor, and as her lips covered his tip he moaned loudly

Hermione sucked cock like a pro. He struggled to hold back his orgasm so that he could watch her mouth swallow his manhood. She worked her tongue furiously trying to please him as she felt him twitch in her mouth. "Such a perfect cocksucker, you were made for this Hermione, ughh." He moaned as she took him further into her throat. "That's it babe take all of me, let me fuck your throat."

He thrust his cock into her mouth, giving her strict commands to swallow all of his come. He moaned loudly during his release as Hermione sucked greedily. He tasted just as good as the Dark Lord.

.....The thought sobered her immediately and she quickly stood and headed for the bathroom. Ten minutes later Harry discovered her crouching in the shower crying. He did his best to comfort her and thought that he was actually helping somewhat. He knew that she was struggling and that hurt him, but Dumbledore made the prophecy very clear. He had to make his domination over her obvious, so that even if she did somehow fall into the hands of Voldemort her submission and loyalty to him might delay Voldemort from getting any power from her. The control was not just physical, there had to be mental submission as well.

He looked down at her crying body and felt a wave of guilt. His mood had been anything but good lately and he knew it, but Hermione was doing everything she could to make it clear that she was disgusted with him and how the hell was that supposed to make him feel. This morning had been a breakthrough and now she was crying pitifully. Fuck.

Her lack of understanding upset him, no one on this planet understood the stress he was under. Yeah so he had been harsh towards her a couple of times, but it never occurred to Hermione that her struggling against him was just making his already difficult life harder. He just wanted her to accept him so that they could get on with being happy and defeating Voldemort. He craved the power she would give him like nothing else.

He became lost in his thoughts and stood up to leave muttering apologies. Hermione watched him leave with red puffy eyes.
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