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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N : All the scientific information in this chapter, though true, are not suitable as a reliable source for schoolwork, for they are also tweaked to suit the plot.

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‘This is for thoughts’

“This is for conversation’

‘This is for flashbacks’

Chapter 7: Through the wormhole

Mortified by the experience as a whole, her sobbing, runny nose, and blotchy face, must have given away her thoughts. Hermione was focused on her shameful weakness and reactions. A moist warm and scented handkerchief started wiping her red puffy eyes, face, and cleaning her upper lip from nasal mucus. While oblivious to her surroundings. She was sat sideways in Voldemort’s lap, who positioned her with her left side to his chest.

Her extremely sore bottom was rubbing painfully on the fabric of his trousers. She flinched, bowing her head, embarrassed by her naked state and she just wished the ground would swallow her up.

She felt his warm and soft lips on her forehead and shivered. Whilst his right arm encircled her waist, anchoring her to him, his left hand finished wiping her face. He could have used Scourgify or Tergeo, but he felt she could use some TLC, though it was not obviously his forte, but he did it anyway.

His pet deserved it. She took her punishment like the Gryffindor lioness she was. He almost kindly combed her wild hair back off her face with his long tapered fingers and whispered in her ear, in hushed tone, comforting her with praise.

“Shush little one, you did great, taking your punishment with not a plea, or a scream. I am proud of you. Now stop crying…that’s a good girl…”

Said Gryffindor was gasping for breath, like a baby, after a temper-tantrum. She was adorable, with her teary sparkling eyes, and her wild mane framing her flushed face with curly brown hair. Her lower naked half enticing him, still radiating heat from her smarting cute round shaped bum. His still hard penis twitched, the tight pants making it painful to shift. He’s been amazed and elated by how sensually responsive and voluptuous she is, yet unaware of her seductive understated beauty.

He knew how mortified she must be feeling right now. Her innocence and pride won’t let her live it down, after all, finding pleasure in pain and humiliation is not on the daily to do list of his little Gryffindor princess.

He smirked evilly, ‘well, it was a punishment after all, he couldn’t let her cum!’ But he will guide her, train her, and in time she will understand that there’s nothing to be ashamed of. To the contrary, she will blossom, and thrive in uninhibited sexuality. In spite of what others may think, his little “bossy” know-it-all witch wouldn’t be bossy in the least, when handled right. She only needs a firm hand to know her place. Kneeling at his feet’.

She always followed the rules, to the letter, as per Snape, except when that poor Harry-boy-who- died-Potter took her gallivanting into one hazardous adventure or another. She is respectful of her elders, and she especially is attracted to authority figures, despite not knowing why, but he does. She's his beautiful natural submissive.

’Ah! The innocent witch had a crush on Severus Snape, for a while, during her 4^th year. She wanted his approval so badly, and the ass made her work for it. Severus is a good man, but she is not for him. Besides, he’s got that …what was her name already? Rose-Mary…or some other herb?? Lavender! Miss Lavender Brown, to deal with. As for Draco, regardless of his attraction to her, he’d better forget about her. He’s betrothed to Astoria Greengrass, and that is that.’   His Princess will be yearning for him, wanting and needing only him’

Deciding not to be tempted, more than he already is, to simply throw her on the couch and have his way with her, he flicked his right hand and her white cotton panties were covering her again.

At the same time, while the Dark Lord was lost in his thoughts, Hermione was lost in hers. She was grateful for his “thoughtful” gesture, sparing her last shreds of modesty and dignity, by transfiguring her panties back on. Though she was sure, it wasn’t out of the kindness of his heart, since he doesn’t have either.

Alas, her shame did not abate. Worst of all, she couldn’t deny what she felt, Merlin! It was a whole new experience; on a totally different level! Never in her life did she associate pain with carnal pleasure.

She of course had an idea about sadism and masochism. She read as many books about sex, as any other subject matter, though it was a personal quest, to understand her lack of sexual drive. Especially after Ron’s jibes, accusing her of being 'a frigid prude'. She was afraid he might be right. Now she knows, he couldn’t be farther from the truth. Even so, she never considered such hedonistic inclinations might be to her liking, or she could be harboring such a masochistic tendency either.

She shook her head; it was all a reaction brought about by stress, fear, and frustrations. It was simply an outlet, she decided. All the pent-up tension had to be released. She needn’t fuss about her physical reactions, what’s done is done, period. Crying over spilt milk is a waste of time, and won’t do her any good. Suffice it to say, she won’t be able to sit, maybe for a whole month, thank you very much Lord I-am-a-sadistic-cruel-pervert-Voldemort! That is reminder enough!

Regardless, she survived to tell the tale, not that she’s going to. She’ll be taking this episode with her to the grave. The only encouraging detail, albeit very insignificant, is that she did not scream or plead for mercy. Even he admitted it! Recalling his praise; a smile etched her lips, with her unaware. It pleased her to hear his admission. A small battle won, in her book. Victory is made of small successes! If she kept herself on track, maybe she could gain some leeway, and try to sneak out of this “center”, but above all else far faraway from Him. What’s important now is to not repeat the mistakes of today.

She needs to gain his trust, by any means necessary, to a certain extent that is! She needs to draw the line somewhere, she cannot whore herself for an escape. This is not an option. She would try to be obedient all right, and compliant, as much as she could…

‘Not a good prospect if you ask me’. Her inner self commented dryly.

‘I didn’t ask you’

She was drawn back from her musings and plans by a twitching appendage under her left ass cheek. Her face couldn’t redden more. Godric’s sword!! She was sitting in his lap, all this time, oblivious to her surroundings!!!

‘Oh My! Is that what I think it is???’ She never thought of herself as athletic, agile, or supple, until now! She jumped from his lap, to sit on the farthest couch from him, distance covered in one leap. Such performance would have garnered, any gymnast, a Gold Medal in the Olympics, if she could say so herself.

‘Delusional much? With the Dark Lord’s penis poking one’s ass? Even a sloth would be zooming atop a tree’

Chuckling he stood up, and to her growing embarrassment and shame, she saw a very noticeable stain of fluid showing on his pants, right where she was sitting, which he nonchalantly scourgified, wandlessly and nonverbally.

Avoiding his eyes; She was sickened and disgusted with herself.

Now she is clearly recognizing the difference between punishment and humiliation, just like he promised her. ‘No pet, this is not humiliation, it is a simple punishment, you will learn the difference for yourself between the two, later on.’

She couldn’t but cover her face with both hands, and try the ostrich technique. If she cannot see him, he cannot see her and her blazing shame. Her hands will do, since there’s no sand around, though she would have rather be totally buried from his knowing stare. Only, she was agonizingly aware of his evil smirk, even behind her closed lids and trembling fingers.

‘Please kill me now…Please kill me now…please just get it over with…this is beyond the pale’

When Draco informed her of Harry’s death, she thought it was the worst moment of her life. Sadly, this wretched evening, -which seems endless- is now seriously competing for first place!!

How could she look him in the eyes anymore, and not remember what he did to her??

The utter humiliation! It makes her blood boil in indignation and also in helplessness, because she knows deep down inside, she’s got only herself to blame, reacting the way she did. He spanked her yes, but did she have to like it? Enjoy it? Hell!! Get aroused by it and almost climax had he not stopped?

‘Oh sweet Merlin! I stained his pants…. kill me…. kill me …kill me now!! That big dark black spot on his lap, Oh My! Avada me someone please…. I need to put my pants on, and the bastard vanished them. What have I done to deserve this?’

Being totally engrossed in her self-inflicted castigation, she bent lower, and lower, until she was folded in two, still face hidden in her hands, forearms resting on tightly closed thighs.

She was wallowing in her own self-recrimination, until she felt his fingers on her hair, taking a handful, and gently forcing her to sit up, uncovering her scarlet face. She avoided his eyes; by turning her head sideways, and fastidiously straightening her hair back with her fingers.

“Dinner is ready, come let’s eat” He said casually, as if nothing happened.

Somehow his imperturbable attitude calmed her frazzled nerves. Looking at the carpet, still avoiding his eyes, at all cost, not wanting to see what she assumed would be his gloating gaze, she cleared her throat; asking hoarsely, in an almost inaudible voice “May I have my denims back, sir?"

“Believe it or not witch, you do not want to wear them now.” His amused tone was the straw that broke the camel’s back, but she reigned in her temper, embarrassment forgotten; she seethed “Are you expecting me to have dinner half-naked...Sir?”

His back was to her, as he was stepping to a lavishly arranged dinner table, near the windows, with two dissimilar chairs. The leather imposing one was certainly for him, and the wooden old-fashioned one – uncomfortable from the looks of it – was undoubtedly for her, with not even a cushion to rest her smarting ass on it. The gall of the man!

Not only is he twisting the knife, rubbing salt on her wound, by the same token, but also adding insult to injury.

Stopping mid stride, turning on his heels towards her, folding his arms, he calmly deadpanned, his eyes glowing red.

“If you’d rather be totally naked, I have no problem at all”

She could have sworn her jaw hit the floor, looking at him with mouth wide open. She was speechless, appalled, angered and scared, very scared, because a fleeting thought made her body freeze. ‘What if he wants to sleep with her after dinner??'

Her face paled considerably, all redness was sucked up in an instant. She was still looking him in the eyes, until she heard him say, “Not tonight pet, no need to exert your strength, yet! In a couple of days, we’ll see how you fare”.

‘Sweet mother of Merlin!!! He is intending to …to…do that in couple of days!!’

She blinked once, twice, looked at him again, mouth still open, then snapping it shut, she swallowed the lump, that irritably kept on re-lodging itself in her throat. With big saucer like eyes she croaked ” But …but… I am a …a mudblood … remember? And… and Harry Potter’s friend…and... you hate mudbloods and muggle-borns, they are sooo beneath you…And you just wouldn’t want to….to touch filthy ...un… undeserving woman ….like me… to have ssse …to fu…umm... to make love to one, would you… sir??”

She was trying to find any argument, any fact, grasping at straws, to get herself out of this surreal predicament. She was thinking fast, trying to play his bigotry card against him. She even denigrated herself, though she was proud of being a muggle-born, but hell, she would say anything now to save her ‘ass’ later.

‘You should be proud of me Malfoy, you cannot grovel this low’ she thought snidely, while trying to look meek and tame. She waited bowing her head; still sitting wringing her hands in her lap, heart thundering in her chest.

She tried to figure out how to avoid both expressions, “to have sex” and the cruder F word version, but she drew a blank. She was out of her depth when it came to sex. She read tons of books on the subject, but never talked about it, not even with Ron. Not in this manner. She was at a loss how to mention such an intimate act without sounding either vulgar or pedantic. So she decided, no matter how ludicrously unsuitable it sounded, -especially with such a partner-“making love” was the best she could come up with, and the least awkward for her.

‘Well, you could have used Intercourse’ Her Bossy self scoffed.

‘Are you kidding me? I definitely couldn’t use such word; it implies more closeness than a roll in the hay’

‘Coitus? Copulation? Insemination? Defloration perhaps? It’s so à propos!’

‘SHUT UP! You’re driving me nuts! Now is not the time for your digs!’

‘Suit yourself, just trying to help, as I always do’

No wonder why Snape nicknamed her a know-it-all!

She was pulled back to reality by his hands tightening painfully on her arms, yanking her up, making her head jerk back. A yelp of surprise left her lips, her already taxed nerves making her shiver in his grasp, breathless. It got worse when she saw the blazing fury in his crimson eyes.

He shook her with every sentence he uttered, though, she surmised, from the look on his face, he would have rather gladly slapped her, but being out of a coma, not 12 hours ago put a damper on his choice. For now! Looking down at her from his 6ft 3” height, eyes locked with hers. Separating each word from the next, maybe to dowse his anger, or to drive the message home, she really didn’t care which, he retorted, icily, his hisses reminding her of Parseltongue, which the Heir of Slytherin innately spoke.

“Apparently, the lesson and punishment did not register, but we’ll go over both again later.

First, You are not to debase yourself again in such manner, ever!

Second, the word mudblood is banned; outlawed, no one is allowed to use it, or the consequences will be dire.

Third, I don’t make love. I fuck...Hard!

Fourth, You will have dinner, as you are now, or else, I will Diffindo the rest of your clothes and you will eat naked. Now come, let’s eat”

Without waiting for her reply, he turned and sauntered to the dining table. He stood there, waiting near her chair, hands on its stiff back, brow less eyebrow arched, as if daring her to defy him.

Hermione was still stunned by what she just heard, and from the Dark Lord’s mouth no less! She can comprehend his reaction concerning the1^st point, since he loathes weakness, despise groveling servants and abhors sniveling followers.

It is the second point that struck her speechless. The word mudblood is banned, outlawed?! As in prohibited? As in forbidden?!

Either she hadn’t woken up from her coma at all, or her brain damage is worsening, or she woke up to a parallel wizarding world. There couldn’t be any other possible explanation, for this miracle! Not even magic could accomplish such feat!

‘Skip the last 2 points, you don’t want to go there, and head to the table now, or you will be making an impromptu strip-tease for his Lordship, move!’

Occasionally, it is good to have an inner nagging, bossy know-it-all alter ego!

Scurrying to her seat, he pulled out the chair for her. He sat in his plush leather seat facing her, when she was as “comfortably” seated as her chair allowed. Not much, if her grimacing face was any indication, not to mention, her butt could attest to it. It felt like she’s being spanked again. The sadistic prick is prolonging her agony!

Keeping her head slightly bent, eyes looking at the table, she wondered when Brandon the house-elf came and prepared all this. Oh my freaking Merlin! Must have been during her punishment! Her face was undecided which color to choose, and settle on, sickeningly pale or feverishly flushed.

Her humiliation extended and covered a whole new level!! It is getting worse than she ever thought possible. The house-elf saw her degradation episode! Her nakedness, her spanking, her sobbing! Forget about dignity, there’s nothing left, she is absolutely crushed, and this is just the beginning. Godric!

Pulling her from her personal hell, his voice was like an inviting warm blanket, to hide under, and slip into oblivion, her ultimate wish just about now.

“Brandon was never here during your punishment, witch.”

Head jerking up, she looked at him, -finally with decided upon skin tone, - a very flushed face. His knowing smile irritated her, why can’t he take the hint and stop reading her mind. This is so rude!

“But how he brought all this? When did he bring the Table? It was not here when I first came in!” Deciding she couldn’t swallow this precise bitter pill, she continued “Also, could you please stop invading the privacy of my mind SIR, it is terribly rude!”

Spanking or no spanking, she just cannot let it become a habit. Merlin’s balls she’d go berserk in no time.

“Believe me little girl, I do not need to Legilimens your mind to know what you are thinking. Your face is like an open book; all I have to do is read. You have such a beautiful expressive visage my dear”. He deadpanned, elegantly taking a sip from his crystal wineglass, mirthful eyes glowing with the same tint of red as the wine he’s drinking.

“As for this lovely dinner and table, it was sent here directly from the kitchens, already arranged, via what you used to know as the Vanishing Cabinet”. He replied matter-of-fact, to chew after on a piece of lettuce.

Hermione’s ears perked when he mentioned the Vanishing Cabinet, there was only 2 of those, one in Hogwarts, fixed by the Malfoy brat, and one in Borgin and Burkes.

It is through those some Death Eaters were able to enter the school, and the Astronomy Tower battle commenced, during which Snape tried to kill Dumbledore, and then ran away with Draco when he failed to do so. later Draco told her he was killed by Voldemort, because of his failure.

Shaking her head as if to get rid of those bad memories, she looked at the scrumptious meal on the table. Once more the nutritive value took precedence, what with the chicken diced portions on wild rice, sprinkled with some white sauce, that smelled heavenly delicious. The fresh green salad looked appetizing. Crystal goblets of wine and water were already filled, and for dessert, a mouthwatering exotic sliced fruits selection, all superbly presented in the finest of cutlery. Obviously all prepared to be eaten with no need for sharp utensils.

She started eating pensively, after swallowing, she sipped from her water goblet and asked “this Vanishing Cabinet…is it the same that was in Hogwarts, and if so, where is the twin cabinet, I do not see it around here?” To make sure, she looked around again, just in case she missed the object in question.

Taking his time to chew and swallow, the Dark Lord smiled while wiping his mouth daintily with the luxurious table napkins provided, then slowly sipping his wine he explained, “ I said what you used to know as a Vanishing Cabinet. I never implied it is the same one, pet” he dryly smiled, knowing she will huff and puff to know about the whole subject. If anything the Gryffindor princess is known for, it is her need and never ending pursuit of knowledge, and she did not disappoint.

Indeed, chewing and swallowing as fast as she can, she asked impatiently, eyes sparkling with interest and anticipation at the same time, all her conflicting feelings about the last half hour trial forgotten.

“All right, so from what you said, this table was already arranged and sent here, via a one way opening of sorts. So house-elves, or Brandon in this case, won’t need to come here, to transfigure a table and bring the food obviously. My question is, how this spatial Opening or way or whatever it may be called, works? Since logically a tunnel has 2 ends. I do not see the second part!” She was talking excitedly her fork held up over her plate, unused.

The Dark Lord sipped from his goblet again, then replacing it back on the table. He replied, his deep velvety baritone voice stroking not only her ears, but her whole being. Her skin developing goose-bumps, she shivered imperceptibly, while oblivious to her bodily reactions, seeing as all of her focus was on the alien being, this snake deity of sorts, sitting regally in front her.

“What you said is almost the answer. Let me put it this way, It is the same principle of the vanishing cabinet, but tweaked a little bit. Rather than working with 2 separate units, we juxtaposed both units in one cabinet, the start and end, the ‘start-end’ of the cabinet works like a ‘wormhole’”

Excitedly Hermione almost fidgeted in her chair, and interrupted as usual “So you’ve used the ‘Einstein-Rosen Bridge’ theory, how did you do this?! In physics, It is supposedly a theoretical feature of spacetime, a "shortcut". Much like the tunnel I mentioned, with two ends, each in separate points in space, but having the same time. Albeit it’s not applicable; they found that such wormholes collapse quickly if an object is to pass from one end to another.” She argued.

“Indeed, but you are thinking like a muggle!! Wormholes which could actually be crossed in both directions, aka traversable wormholes, would only be possible if matter with negative energy density could be used to stabilize them. And since Casimir effect is evidence that negative energy densities are possible in nature, we simply used this negative energy through magic to create these practical wormholes.”

The Know-it-all witch was awestruck, and speechless, looking at her interlocutor not believing what she is hearing. She cleared her throat awkwardly and then dared to ask,

“You mean to tell me that you proved Lorentzian traversable wormholes theory?”

“Not only proved but also enhanced and surpassed it.” He deadpanned proudly, bordering on arrogantly.

“Unlike Portkeys, Apparition, or Floo Powder; through these devices, known nowadays simply as ‘Distributors’, you can send whatever object you want without being forced to go there yourself. There are many sorts of these Distributors, for objects, animals or humans, each having their respective specifications. You simply put the object inside the ‘cabinet’, and state verbally its destination, which is pre-established, and appears specifically in the beforehand-designated space, intended to appear in. Et voilà!”

She was eating and absorbing his every word with her food, all of these discoveries and inventions and she was asleep! Merlin, she needs to get herself up to date on 2 years of information, a task that she eagerly and impatiently wanted to tackle. She refocused on his silky voice; appreciative of both his explanations, and the alluring tones he voiced them with.

Lord Voldemort continued his speech, aware of how entranced his little witch was, and delighted with her level of knowledge on the subject, which made his explanations that much easier to clarify.

“In our case, Brandon simply prepared our dinner table, placed it inside the Distributor and said ‘The Dark Lord Office’ It goes without saying that the pre-established space where the table would appear once sent, is where we are sitting now. You don’t want to send an object to someone’s head, it would be unfortunate. Hence every time food is sent here, the table appears in the same place.”

Wiping his mouth, putting the napkin, near his empty plate, he stood up and stretched his hand, inviting her to do the same.

“It is getting late, and you need to rest and have a good night sleep. We have a busy schedule ahead of us tomorrow. We shall meet here in the morning, for breakfast at 8:00 am sharp. We will be touring the Center, and I shall explain your duties, what is required of you, and answer all your questions, to your heart’s content.”

Not wanting to stand up, without any pants on, she looked up at his face, then his still stretched hand, then eyes again, blushing scarlet, enquiring about her pants. “Um… Could you please hand me my pants back sir?”

“I don’t have them anymore, pet. I banished them to your room.” He replied smirking evilly, bending towards her, he captured her right hand that was trying, with her other hand, to cover her panties clad lap. Knowing that her hand is secure in his grip, he bent even closer and whispered in her ear,

“Do not fear, no one is allowed to see your lovely legs but me. You won’t be walking, I will side-apparate you to your temporary quarters”.

The butterfly touches of his lips, and his warm breath tickled her torturously, causing goose flesh all over her skin. Her knees felt unscrewed, and her heart thundered in her chest. Her vagina contracted, her clitoris pulsed, and she was sure the tell tale sign of her state glowed cherry red on her face.

‘Oh Merlin! I am reacting like Pavlov’s dog to his metronome ’

‘Salivating in both orifices as well’ her inner doppelganger scorned haughtily.

‘Shite !’ Awkwardly standing up, Hermione was sure her face will never get rid of the red blush anymore. Cursing her traitorous body and reactions, she gingerly stepped towards him, then all of a sudden remembered to ask about what was niggling at the back of her mind.

“Before we leave, may I ask one question?”

Pulling her close to his chest, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and then he nodded his permission.

“You may” and kept on stroking gently from her lower back and up to the nape of her neck.

Hermione’s whole body was electrified, a current of warmth was spreading, her blood heated and her breathing accelerated. She needs to control herself, NOW! This is becoming ridiculous!
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