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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
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- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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Hermione
scowled at the fire.�

Tom was
treating her as if she carried some kind of infectious plague.�

Since
they had left the knights chamber he had worn, at least in classes, an
absolutely bland and neutral expression, not even taking the trouble to raise
his hand for questions.� He was called
twice nevertheless and answered absently.�
She had had the feeling that he had not wanted to sit next to her but
had not been willing to allow her to sit next to anyone else.� Outside
of class he was very quiet.. He kept looking at her with a dark pensive mien
as if debating the relative benefits of her continued existence.�

She was here now because Tom had
ordered her to stay in his room while he went down to eat in the great hall to
have dinner with the others.� He had
phrased it in such a way as were this somehow an enviable fate and he himself
extremely generous.�

Where was
this generosity when she had actually wanted
to avoid the great hall, she wondered cynically.

He�d
warded her in, for Pete�s sake!� Some gift!

And so
she sat here..

Waiting.

She could open her charms text or work on the exercises for languages, but that
would only be a foil for the basic inescapable reality that she was waiting for him to return.� Anxiously
waiting for him to return and she wasn�t sure whether she hoped he�d reached
the end of his internal deliberations or not.

If she had been able to sneak away then she might have been able to go to the
library and look for a charm like the one Septimus
had apparently been using.�

She hadn�t had the chance to talk to him
alone either..

She rarely talked to anyone alone
these days, least of all one of those
three.�

If she�d been able to get the spell from Septimus,
she�d feel a lot better now.� There was
nothing more unsettling than ignorance.

To
reassure herself she had attempted to catch the flow of raw magic and use it to
levitate her glass on the table.� It was
a simple ask.� She could do it with her
wand with no trouble at all..�

She hadn�t managed it for more than a second.�
The glass had clunked back down on the table loudly.�

This was really the main contributing influence on her black mood.�

WHY wasn�t it working.. Why was she getting weaker.. or losing this ability.� Tom..-her
Tom- hadn�t said anything about conduits being temporary.�� This Tom couldn�t help because he had no idea what was going on himself
and, at this point, telling him would only make things worse.�

Well.. really.. at any point,
telling him would be bad.� He could order
her to do things and she was magically compelled to obey due to her own promises
at the marking ceremony.��

That had been a stupid thing to
do!� And all because she couldn�t refuse
in the face of her own imposed impotence and the thought of what Tom might do
to Rodolphus..and after
killing Ron and everything.. after that.. the
thought of having to do more and then
still having to agree probably... and
also, she conceded, maybe in part because of the watching silent pressure of
the death eaters (who she didn�t know and didn�t care about!) Stupid stupid stupid.

The Door
opened quietly.� Tom.� She looked around, trying to keep the hope
out of her eyes.��

He looked...calculating.

�Did you not eat?!�� He sounded vaguely concerned.

�You must eat, Hermione.� Particularly in
light of your current..circumstances.�

He summoned
the elf and ordered her a portion of the cottage pie that he had had for
dinner.� She picked at it uneasily,
watching him surreptitiously from the corner of her eye.� He sat at the end of the sofa.� He was not even making an effort not to
appear to be examining her like a slide under a microscope.

After she
had finished about a quarter of the plate, she laid it on the table and turned
to him expectantly.�

He looked...mildly confused. �Although
she didn�t have the feeling that it was anything in particular she�d done.

�Come here..� he murmured.

She
couldn�t help but notice that he held his wand in
hand.�

Her mind flashed unwillingly to Lucius on the beach
in Australia.

�Kiss me..�

Every
nerve in her body twinged in sudden terror and she
glanced at the door.� Could she make
it?�

He wouldn�t kill her in his room.. surely..

There must be some kind of alarm or magical warding against the unforgiveables.. surely.

.. but then there were a lot of spells that were not unforgiveable that would kill you just
as surely as that spell.

If the room wasn�t warded against.. harm in general.. and it clearly wasn�t, since he was so often able to punish
her for this or that minor indiscretion... then there was nothing stopping him
killing her and transfiguring her into a stone.. taking
her somewhere and dropping her.�

He could leave her in the forbidden forest... in the chamber of secrets... he
could take her up to the room of requirement and toss her out a door that
opened over the middle of the pacific ocean.�

There were any number of ways to get rid of a transfigured corpse.

Her magic
didn�t work against him since he�d marked her.�
She physically could not prevent him from doing whatever he wanted right
now.

She
couldn�t make it to the door, if killing her what he
was going to do.

...But he wouldn�t do that..

...Probably.

Maybe it
would be better to tell him what she was rather than take the risk, she debated
internally.

�Hermione..� Come here, I said!� I wish to kiss you.� What is wrong with you now?!�

She
shifted anxiously and then crawled over the sofa to him, entreating him with
her eyes not to do anything horrible.

He didn�t.

He did give her a soft lingering kiss
before he pulled away and hesitated for a moment as if attending to something
else.� His slight frown deepened..

�Undress..� he instructed quietly.

She
blinked, tilting her head slightly.� Ok..� that
was a bit abrupt.� She was used to him
taking her quite insistently at times, with little foreplay, when he was impatient
to be inside her.. but this
was really another level of abruptness.

Apparently
she wasn�t reacting with the appropriate alacrity.� He flicked his wand and divestoed
their clothes, shifting about to ease the removal of his own pants and
shirt.�� She was tossed more roughly as
her own uniform was yanked off her at speed.��

She was barely unclothed before he was dragging her forward with a hand on the
back of her neck.� He was only half
hard.� That was unusual.�

His hand at her neck pressed her down, obviously wanting her to suck him.�

Not.. principally opposed to this, and now almost able to
banish that image of Lucius kissing Severus before
the Avada freed him from the mortal coil, she applied herself avidly to
moistening his length with her tongue quickly and sucking him into her mouth. �

He was as rock hard as ever after only a few
seconds.� She swallowed his length with
practiced ease, feeling the hand alight gently on the back of her head, urging
her just a little deeper.�

He made a
languid sound that was half sigh, half groan. �

�You
really are.. very..good at that..precious one..� he
muttered.�

Her own
worry flared again.� He sounded
regretful.� As if he were considering a
course of action he didn�t much like.

She redoubled her efforts to please him, humming softly around his length and
hearing his caught breath and moan.

�Stop� he
ordered after a minute.

She
complied at once, sucking hard as she withdrew and looked up at him, afraid.

He saw the fear in her eyes and tilted his head, a small smile on his
face.� He stroked her cheek with a fingertip
but, ominously, did not move to reassure her.�

�I wish
to be inside you.� Straddle me� �

She
obeyed hurriedly, crawling up and climbing over him.� He placed himself without ceremony and she
slid down smoothly.�

It seemed she was, as she always seemed to be at the drop of a hat lately,
soaking wet for him.�

Even her fear had not stopped the reaction.�

The warm
firm body she loved so much to feel beneath her like this went almost unnoticed
in her desperation to do everything
she could remember him liking in the past.��
He lay back slightly on the sofa, watching her as she rolled and circled
her hips, rising and falling slowly on him..

His half lidded eyes and slack, smiling lips, told her that she was performing
more than adequately.�

She picked up the speed somewhat, clenching her inner muscles as she lifted
herself over and over again, milking him.�
This always wrung a groan from him.. as tonight also.� He
moaned low and his hands stroked up her thighs to grip her hips, assisting her
to move exactly as he wished, pushing her down harder onto him, evoking little slapping sounds when their bodies met.��

She rushed to drop herself down harder upon him, feeling the painful stab
against her cervix and ignoring it completely.��

He thrust up into her in counterpoint, She could feel his thigh muscles, hard
and straining, against the cheeks of her ass when she came down, as he braced
himself against the sofa for leverage.�

Watching
him like a hawk, completely ignoring the sensations of her own body, she
noticed the faraway look in his eyes change slightly.� It didn�t become less distant.. it seemed merely that his focus
changed.� She became aware of his hand
missing from her hip and located it at the side of the sofa on his wand.�

He was doing something with..

She
realised that she knew what he was
doing now.

He was
checking their respective magical potencies.�

He probably had been over and over since the knights
chamber.��

Apparently he suspected that the problem was something to do with sex.�

Her
rhythm slipped as she became distracted by the idea too.

The first
time she had used her ability had been in the aftermath of sex with Voldemort..that is.. with Tom.. well- but he was Voldemort to her then.� He�d collapsed after giving her an amazing
climax..� He�d
overexerted himself with his glamour spell.. and then she�d performed fellatio for the first time ever..

And then he�d been so magically depleted that he�d fallen unconscious.� From one moment to the
next.

And when
she�d tried to heal him, the first thing he�d done was check some kind of spell
she had at the time assumed was related to magical potency.� He�d been completely restored.� He�d said something to that effect to
Severus, hadn�t he?� Something about
magic.. She couldn�t remember.� It was frustrating.

So was
that the point?!

When she
had sex with people she was draining them magically in some way?!�

She�d
been having sex with Tom practically non stop over
the last few weeks.� More
and more.� This week it had been
about three or even four times a day...

She�d usually had him one way or another in the morning before the run.. or if not then, then
afterward.� Sometimes
both.� Once or twice he�d dragged
her into a passage between classes or pulled her up to his room during lunch..

�Then before dinner..
after dinner.. sometimes they�d
woken up in the middle of the night again and done it again.

But if
that was the answer it didn�t explain anything.�

Septimus had said that she was severely depleted.. and
that he was weakening much slower
than she was.�

If she was somehow draining him during sex then surely he�d be much weaker than
her by now.�

But the
others were getting stronger, Septimus had said.

They
weren�t having sex with her anymore and they were somehow, inexplicably getting
much stronger.�

All three of them.�

While she got rapidly weaker.. and
Tom got slowly weaker.

She
understood.

Finally that slotted into place in her mind and
made sense.

Probably
someone else would have worked this out if at any time in recorded history a
conduit had been allowed to live for any significant length of time.

It seemed that the list of ethivoric creatures just
increased by one.�

Although she supposed.. she
might not be actually consuming the
energy, in the sense that dementors or succubi consumed the energy of her victims.

What seemed to be occurring was some kind of near constant energy transfer via
magical connection, she realised. ��

With
those who she drew too close into her �allure�, to borrow the vampire term,
assuming it was something like that � with those
individuals, it seemed she was
forming some kind of magical connection - �which.. probably..
was unidirectional before she had slept with the
individual in question..

They were drawing energy from her.. constantly..
passively.. at distance.�

Or.. perhaps she was giving them energy.�

Did the semantics really matter.� They were increasingly desperately drawn to
her, and the process cost her magical potency.

But it
seemed like maybe during the act of sex, this relationship reversed polarity
sharply, allowing her to draw off their magical reserves somehow.�

She
expended her magical reserves making them want her and then when she had them,
she drew that, and, she surmised, probably more magical energy back from them.

And this was somehow connected to her
ability to use raw magic.� Apparently.�

It seemed she needed a high native magical reserve before she could do it.� The sudden boost to her natural level after
that first time must have just pushed her

It made
sense.�

Well.. it didn�t make sense. But it added up with what seemed
to be happening.

It explained why she was losing her magic rapidly � she was feeding..well.. obviously Abraxas, Septimus and Sorrenson..

..And probably Palmer, she considered darkly.

But more than those.�
What about Alex Potter?!.. what
about that other Diggory fellow?� Those two Slytherins
Tom had introduced her to?..

What about the �association� that the Ravenclaws
belonged to - which Septimus had mentioned?

And Grindelwald.. Not to
forget Grindelwald.�
He�d touched her..�

And of course not to forget the repugnant letch currently
snoozing the next few years of his life away.

God.. How many wizards were currently leeching her magic
away?!�

And Tom..

Tom was too.� That was why his magic was
decreasing much slower than hers.�

He was the only one she was able to draw from right now.�

Coming to
Hogwarts had been the worst idea ever.

She
became faintly aware of Tom�s attention on her..��

His eyes were not focused but there was something in them that suggested to her
that her moment of realisation had not gone unnoticed

He pulled
her down to kiss him.. She was hesitant.� His lips were hard and unforgiving.� He took what he wanted.�

How come the mark was allowing this, she wondered.� Wasn�t she harming him?!�

But then.. he was allowing
it.. he had told her to.� He-..

..He was doing the most amazing thing with his abdominal muscles.� She found herself grinding on him, despite
herself.�

He smirked and pulled her hips up uncaring, dragging her off him and
positioning his cock at her ass.� �

She
barely had time to yelp at the pain, as he forced himself into her unprepared
channel, before he murmured �shhh..
no pain.. let yourself feel
the pleasure...�

As ever.. her body responded
to his command.� This configuration made
it impossible to retain clear
perspective.�

Her mind fuzzed and hummed helplessly in the grip of the binding.�

He rocked
her and moved slowly, sliding in and out of her hot tight grip with closed eyes
and a face twisted in a guilty kind of rapture.�

�so.. perfect..� mine..� only mine, Hermione.. Precious witch..� This will only ever be mine..� Kill them.. him..� them all..if need be.. I won�t..�� ..won�t... let you go..�

She
mouthed his jaw mindlessly.. nuzzled
and then sucked on his neck.� She felt
his groans against her ear.�

Barely audible he breathed. �come.. now..�
and her soft, delicious world of sensation shattered into a rich wave of
ecstasy flooding her brain.. Her body spasmed and clenched around the hard hot
one below..�

Love.. love.�� She was whimpering her love in his ear.. Only him.. forever..
always only him.�

And he held her just as tightly.� She
felt him sigh against her neck, resting his head against her.

His hand stroked her damp, sweat-slicked back gently.

�I take
it you have understood what is happening too now� he said quietly next to her
ear.

She
hesitated and then nodded.� �I think so.. Its.. when
we have sex, isn�t it.�

He was
quiet for a while.

�No..

A touch is sufficient to reverse the flow..�

It merely..increases significantly.. during
any sexual act, it seems.�

She
swallowed.

Then she�d already consumed energy from Alex Potter.. Grindelwald..Slughorn even...

But not Palmer.�
Thank god for that!

Had Dumbledore ever touched her?!� She
couldn�t remember.�

the idea of donating her magic to him was somehow almost as annoying as giving it to Slughorn or Alex
Potter.

�I didn�t
know.. I�m sorry, Tom.� She whispered quickly.�

He
stroked her again.

�I know.�

I was suspicious at first that you might have... but you appeared truly surprised
when Septimus informed us..

Your fear when I returned after dinner made me wonder again whether you might
not know more than you said, however.. it was actually visible
on your face the moment you realised what I was doing and..why...

...I would like to see your memories of this.. potions
accident..�

She hadn�t
any idea of the energy her body apparently possessed because she was up and on
her feet and at her wand in under a second.�
Course.. there wasn�t anything
she could do with it but she held it
uncertainly pointed in his direction.

�No!� You said you wouldn�t!� No.. you�ll see too much.. you�ll see yourself.. and..everyone.. and.. NO!�

Tom
glided smoothly to his feet and approached her slowly.

�Hermione.. I must understand what exactly I am to
deal with here.. I wish to know how this came
about.�

This is far more than an amortentia-like attraction.. You
see that too, I am sure.��

He held
his hands out as if to pacify her..� His face was too caring..
too comforting.. His eyes flicked to her wand
momentarily and she caught a flicker of worry on his face.�

But he
knew she couldn�t repel him with it!

Her hand
trembling slightly, she turned the wand upon her own head

�Stop!� she demanded

He
stopped and the comforting look dissolved into infuriation.

�Hermione � stop being so melodramatic.� There is no
need for this.. You may use a pensieve
to remove the memory in question.� We do
not have to have a bloodbath over it!�

She
snorted humourlessly.� She didn�t
anticipate a bloodbath and neither, she was sure, did he.�

She found
a memory.� The time between Voldemort�s
sitting room and the mortuary on the day she first woke was sufficient.

�Obliviate�

�NO!!�
Tom cried and leapt upon her, bearing them both naked and struggling to the
hard stone floor.� She cracked her head
on the stone painfully and oofed at his weight
crushing her with the impact.

�Stupid little Slattern!� He hissed into
her face, his hand at her throat, choking her.

He had summoned his wand and had it already at her temple.�

She had achieved nothing.� Pretended to obliviate a memory that had never existed in the first
place.��

He would see everything.� He would see the truth..
he would KNOW!..

�Legilimens�
he spat, his face a rictus of fury and spite.

His
penetration was like razors in her head.�
It hurt immediately
.. it was even worse than Harry. �He fumbled around at first as if unsure where
to look first.

She hadn�t
the slightest idea how to get him out..

But.. the music..� the music worked on Rodolphus.. ..and Tom was still
fairly new at this..maybe�
maybe she could choose
the memories.

She concentrated.

Despair.

The ground rushing up toward her in the dim night.� Large pointed stones

The impact stunned her.. so much
pain.. wet.. warm.. tired..

She felt Tom�s panic in her head.� He
struggled in shock and nearly pulled out before he recovered.� A burn of anger replaced the panic.� She fumbled for something else to push
forward

She hung from her wrists. Excruciating pain..The
barbed wire cooking her flesh.. croaking
her screams as Lucius looked on, delighted.

Toms anger flared to panic momentarily but it became
apparent that it was merely the surprise of the scene.� She felt not only anger from him now but also
jealousy and a faint flare of lust and fascination..
It reminded her of Harry suddenly.�

Probably not best to show him any more of what Lucius
did then..

She struggled with her last energy.� He
was fighting against her, trying to wrest control of the direction.� She felt a faint shimmer of red eyes flash
through her mind.. He was looking for memories of himself. �

Straining, as if pushing a boulder uphill she managed to concentrate on her
last hope..

The quiet stillness in the dark cell.� The insular safety in her own mind.. Deep deep
inside.�

Where Severus.. Lucius..where no one could find her.� Peace.�

Time outside time.�
No time here.. no
day.. no night.. No people.� Just quiet.�

Sleep.. �no thought.. mazed
mind..and quiet..�
Lying in the dark

At this his panic was excited to incredible levels.� He thrashed
in her mind, as if trying to fight his way out of a cloying swamp.

She gasped as her awareness shifted to the outside world and to his horrified
furious expression, glaring down at her.�

He had given up!!� He�d pulled out!� She had actually beaten him!� She resolved to
kiss Lucius and Severus if she ever saw them again.

After she�d hexed them to begging screaming piles of mush of
course.

She felt
exhausted.

�Don�t do that again please� she whispered up at him.�

His ire increased if anything.

�Your
memories belong to me, Hermione.� As you are mine, so are they.� Do not resist this time.�

She felt
her triumph die inside her chest.

He seemed barely affected and the effort of repelling him had physically
drained her.

�Please
Tom..� she whimpered.�
�Please don�t .. Please...� I can�t....�
If you do it again I�ll..��

She paused.� What would she do.

�You saw the memory.. I�ll do that again..� I won�t come back this time..� Please..�� It won�t be resistance..
it�ll happen without my even trying��

She wasn�t sure whether she was lying or not.

And, it appeared from his slight wavering expression, neither was he.

He
dropped his head, closing his eyes

�Hermione... You are-..�� He shook his head.�

�You are..making it difficult for me to think of valid reasons not to punish you
harshly.� Come..
you are being..foolish.. What
difference does it make whether I know now or later?!� Stop making such a terrible fuss over nothing..�

A little
hope flickered.�

He was afraid she might be telling the truth.�
He was afraid of...breaking her...He�d told the truth..
he didn�t have any intention of losing her.. wasn�t going to kill her.�

She wrapped her arms around his neck tiredly, feeling the warm rush of happiness
again.�

Tom ..cared.. in his
way.�

�I love
you..� she mumbled, sighing.� �

�So you
keep saying..� he growled before looking up at her
with a frustrated expression.�

�Damn you..�� He
glared.�

�Which one.. Which one shall I call?! �I want you again and you are too weak..�

�Abraxas�
she answered without hesitation.

It wasn�t even a matter of who she wanted.

She wanted Sorry, she realised incongruously.

But Abraxas was in the worst way of the three.�
He needed her more.�

Tom�s face
tightened slightly with a hint of bitterness.�
�Fine.�
He is on his way. ...I need to patrol tonight anyway.�

Finish before I return and send him away again.�

He rose
to his hands and knees and looked down at her searchingly, his eyes hard.�

�Does it bother you at all-...� he
started but broke off and looked away angrily, shaking his head slightly.�

He climbed to his feet and paced away toward the couch and his clothes.�

She
watched his perfect arse.. his
beautifully formed thighs... back... hell.. his
entirely lovely body � walking away from her.�

She was
tired.�

It appeared that tired wasn�t really an option however.�

Perhaps after Abraxas, she�d have enough energy to access the raw magic and
give herself a boost..

Tom was
almost dressed as she sat up on the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees
lightly.� She looked up at him and felt
the sudden pang of wistful sadness.��
She�d..never.. just have
Tom.�

She�d never just have anyone..� Apparently she
wasn�t made for monogamy.� Physiologically.. magically..

And it bothered Tom.

A lot, it seemed.�

He had said that he didn�t intend to share her.. and now he was faced with the choice of doing so or risking
the loss of his magic.

She
decided she would give him all of his power back when she was..charged.. enough
- or whatever it was that happened to her that made it easier to access the raw
magic..� She�d heal him again..

Tom
tightened his tie, still looking away from her.�
When he spoke, his voice sounded distant and vaguely repulsed.

�...Shower when you are finished.� I do
not want to be reminded of him when I touch you.��

Then
without a backward glance he stalked to the door and let himself out, closing
it perhaps a tad firmly after
him.�

She
stared at the door for a minute or so, feeling a dull ache in the vicinity of
her heart.

Not even Lucius had made her feel as cheap as she
felt right now.

It didn�t
take very long until there was a knock on the door.��

She
sighed deeply and stared until it repeated.�

Not bothering to go for her clothes, she got to her feet to answer it.� What point would there be in dressing?!� She�d only be undressed again in a moment
anyway.�

She did however make sure that she
kept herself behind the door when she peered around the edge.

Sure
enough, Abraxas stood there nervously.

Nervous was
an inadequate word to describe him.� She
had seen some junkies in Muggle London in the subway before.� He looked like that.� Wide, darting eyes..
Trembling hands.. His hair was lank and looked like it
hadn�t been washed.��

She hadn�t really noticed how he�d lost weight until she saw him standing there
like a heroin junkie desperate for a fix.

She felt terrible suddenly.� She�d done
this to him.

He was
wasting away.. even as he
became gorged with magic.. His mind
was fraying.��

When he
recognised her face peering around the door he leapt forward, throwing the door
open and knocking her flying.� She heard the slam of the door and was
looking up, picking herself up slightly from where she�d landed.�

She didn�t get far.� He was on her like a
ravenous animal immediately.�

With a roar he�d pinned her arms down and was freeing himself from his robes, too
impatient even to undress.�

It wasn�t
gentle.� It wasn�t enjoyable.� He simply fucked
her, holding her in place to prevent her from moving..
escaping.. his face pressed against her throat, kissing, sniffing and
sucking, in a way that almost reminded her of Rodolphus.�

�Maia..� he groaned against her ear.� �So long..� I needed
you..�

He didn�t
last very long.�

She realised when he�d grunted and pressed deep into her, spilling warmly
inside, that she actually felt less
tired than she had.�

She probed lightly.. there
was a thin stream of magic there if she felt like twisting it..

She didn�t for the moment.�

It was clear that Abraxas was far from
finished with her.� He refused to allow
her to move, wouldn�t release her wrists, ignoring her when she tried to
reassure him that she wasn�t going anywhere.�
He simply stared at her in a way she was starting to find creepy.

The second time was less violent and selfish.��
He seemed to realise, on some level, what he�d done.� His eyes begged her for forgiveness as he
hardened within her and started to move slowly again.

She felt,
guiltily, that what had happened to him was essentially her fault anyway.��

Irrespective what countless rapists protested � Abraxas truly couldn�t
help himself.�

And she would have slept with him anyway.�
It hardly mattered.�

She
tugged at her wrists lightly and, with an expression of guilty terror he
released one tentatively.� She wrapped it
around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him.

He whimpered..
kissing her desperately, and released her other wrist,
which she raised to join the first, holding him.

�Maia..� please..� he sobbed against her lips.�

She didn�t
know what he wanted.. didn�t
know what to tell him.�

She
murmured �Tom�s changed his mind.� He won�t
take me away again.� It�s not good for
any of us.�

Abraxas
burst into tears and buried his face in her neck, his arms delving beneath her
to crush her to him tightly.

�I need you� he slurred almost incomprehensively.� �It hurts..� I.. need you again..�

She
kissed his ear gently.�

�It�s ok Abraxas.� It�ll be ok now.� I won�t go away...�

He looked up, red eyed and tear streaked.� He looked a mess.� His son would be appalled, she thought.�

She had a feeling that Draco would be more understanding regarding his current
condition.

�Undress.. There�s time for that..� she
whispered.�

As if she�d pressed a button Abraxas shifted to full panic mode
again.�

�There�s time?!� What are you talking about?!� How much time is there?!� You�re going to make me leave!!..

NO!!�

I won�t give you up again.. he�ll
take you away from me!� I won�t let
him.� You�re mine! �You were mine first.� He stole
you!

The distressed blonde seized her hands from around his neck and brought them
together, holding them with one hand tightly.�
He�d drawn his wand and bound them together before she had time to
react.�� He started to climb to his feet,
dragging her up after him.

�WAIT!!� STOP ABRAXAS!!� STOP!!!�
YOU HAVE TO CALM DOWN!!� she
screamed, starting to panic, herself.

�No.. No!.. I�ll hide you.� I�ll take you home.� Father will change the wards if I ask.. I�ll leave Hogwarts..� I�ll get a tutor..� You can stay with me.� I�ll persuade Father to let me keep you..� He�ll be difficult
at first perhaps.. but you�re
impossible to hate, Maia.. He�ll let me have you in the end..� We�ll be safe from him..From Them....�

She
thought she�d had just about enough of this now.� The completely batpoo
crazy fool was about to heft her onto his shoulder and drag her naked and bound
through the corridors.

Hell no!

She
reached for the little trickle and diverted it to capture control of his mind.�

It wasn�t the imperius.. It
didn�t require an incantation at all. She simply knew how she wanted him to be,
and he was so.�

It was mildly taxing to access the magic.�
At least ten times easier than it had been this time yesterday though,
she realised.� Much, much,
easier.�

It seemed that being with Abraxas, however unsatisfying it may have been, was
far more beneficial at the moment than being with Tom.

Abraxas
froze in place, leaning down over her.� His
expression smoothed into peace that bordered on blankness.�

She shouldered her way back out from under him and got to her feet, walking
across the room and retrieving her wand, unbinding her wrists with it.� She then summoned his wand.

�Come
here Abraxas.� Lie down in front of the
fire please� she instructed quietly.� �

He straightened
slightly stiffly.� His walk toward her
was somehow not quite natural.� He looked puppetlike.� But he lay down.� She divestoed
his clothing quickly.�

Naked, the full extent of his wasting was exposed.� He was..weaker.. She tried to think of
the last time she had seen him eat something.�

Damn it.

This was dangerous.� How many students were fading away right now
even as they became daily more powerful

Oh no...�

Had anyone else made the
connection?!� The Ravenclaws
had been monitoring Tom�s magic.. Was it too much to
ask that they hadn�t been monitoring hers!?�

What if there were someone who knew what this
information meant?!� What if someone had
access to books that Tom hadn�t ever read?!�
What if someone knew what she was?!

What if Dumbledore worked it out somehow?!

She had
to assume that he hadn�t or else she wouldn�t be here looking down at Abraxas
right now.�

She
lowered herself lightly to her knees and used the wand to bind Abraxas with
sticking charms in place.� Then she
dropped her grip on his mind cautiously.�

He started struggling the moment his eyes cleared.�

�Maia.. Maia.. Please!! ... Let me go!� I don�t want to hurt you..
I promise.�

She noted
the phrasing.� He didn�t want to... not �he wouldn�t.�

�Shhhh.. Abraxas.. calm down.. You�re fine.� I�m here.��
Not going away.� Okay?�

He didn�t
calm in the slightest, but struggled harder.�

When she
crawled closer and started to stroke his skin gently he finally began to
calm.�

It felt.. strange..� almost like static
electricity.�

It felt good, �she
realised.�

Apparently this was the sensation of consuming the magic of another.� ��

She
shifted her attentions to his thighs straining, and then his groin, watching as
he hardened again in seconds and stared at her with pleading eyes.��

Obligingly, she bent and licked the head of his cock.� She could taste herself on him.� It didn�t
bother her.�

She sucked the head of his prick into her mouth and swirled her tongue around
it.�

Abraxas moaned loudly and bucked up against her mouth.

�More.. deeper... please.. please Maia..� I need
you..� he begged.

She dipped deeper, feeling strangely energised at the tiny rush of bitter precum.�

She
sucked him quickly to a gasping, bucking, groaning
finish, swallowing his bitter milk quickly. �

Abraxas barely sank into the pleasure for half a minute before his eyes were
wide in fear again that she might leave.�

�No.. I�m not leaving yet.�
But Tom will be back soon.�

His horror and dread at this was like a physical cloud around him.� �No!!�
Don�t make me leave, Maia.. We�ll go
together.� We�ll go to the Manor!� You must listen!�

She
sighed.�

�No Abraxas.� I will never leave Tom.� I love him�

His
distress at this was painful to watch.

�I will
not leave with you.� If you take me from
Tom.. he will retrieve me and
then he will kill you.�

This information seemed to make no
impression on Abraxas at all.� She tried
again.�

�If you
take me, and you somehow manage to keep me from him � I will die there, Abraxas.�� Do you understand?!�

This struck him, in contrast to the
threat to his own life.

�No!� No � you�ll be safe there.. I�ll protect you, Maia!�

She shook
her head.�

�I�ll die.� I�ll fade away.. I can�t be taken away from Tom. �I will literally die Abraxas.� The same thing
would happen if Grindelwald got his hands on me. �

Abraxas
face turned rabid.

�NO!!� HE CAN�T HAVE YOU!!� NEVER!!��

She
smiled faintly.�

In the back of her mind she wondered how Grindelwald
would react to the idea that she would die without access to the wizards who
were connected to her.�

Knowing him, he�d probably just scour her memory to find anyone who might have
had contact to her and then kill them all.�

...she wondered for a moment.

Something Tom had said earlier..�� The thought drifted off again.� She couldn�t quite remember it..

Was it something about Grindelwald?� Or killing?�
She had a distinctly tip of the tongue feeling.

�But...I
need you..� the plaintive voice whined

She sighed.

�Don�t worry, Abraxas.� I need you too.�

At that
she crawled over him to lie on him, She rested her
head on his shoulder.�

She needed to sleep with him and seeing him this broken and desperate was
definitely not doing it for her.�

Drawing her resolve she reached for the thin stream of magic again.�

She didn�t
hear the door close as she stood under the shower.� She had no idea that Tom had returned until
she turned under the shower and found him standing on the other side of the
door, glowering.

�What is
he still doing here?!� he snarled.

She
swallowed and turned back, washing the rest of the lather from her hair.

�You need to stop this now..� she said, as lightly as
she could manage. �He�s here because he was exhausted after I..
I..

�Fucked
him� Tom finished sourly.

She
grimaced.

�I was going to say.. drained him.. but.. if
you insist.� Yes.� After I finished taking from him..

I feel..a lot better now.��

She closed her eyes, tilting her head under the water and stroking her fingers
through her hair to get the last soapy rests out.

She heard
the shower door open and close again a few moments later.� The cool draft chilled her skin.� Then his hands were on her.� It felt as if he was examining her.. as if he were going through a
thorough proof of the continuing quality of his possession.. ensuring
she was unchanged.� Stroking.. squeezing..fondling...

�Hermione..� he sighed discontentedly.� �Look
at me..�

She opened her eyes and took in his gorgeous naked form and the pile of clothes
discarded uncaring on the floor outside the shower stall.

Tom tended to be quite careful with his clothing, as with all his possessions.

She let her gaze drift up his pale chest..collarbone..
his throat with slight adams
apple...his chin.. the lips she adored kissing..eventually she reached his dark blue eyes..

they were the colour of the deep ocean, she had
decided a while back.��

Right now they were frustrated and unhappy.

�I do not
...want... him...any of them touching you!.. �This entire situation is..unacceptable.� I will find a means of counteracting this
condition you apparently suffer from..�

She moved
closer till they touched.� He seemed to
half sigh..enfolding her in his arms and relaxing somewhat, as if a physical pressure
had been relieved.

�No..� she said quietly, her arms slung about his hips, her
cheek resting against his shoulder.��

He stiffened.

�No?!� he
questioned with a dark undertone.

�No.� she
confirmed.

�You have to stop now.. You have to let it go.� This is the way it is.�

I am yours.. yes..� I will always..only
ever.. be yours...

...but if you don�t allow what you know
has to happen, then you�ll not only destroy your three most loyal knights...
you�ll weaken both of us.. and..we can�t afford that right
now.�

- After the things Septimus said..
and.. and we haven�t heard
from Grindelwald in a while either.�

You have to find a way to accept
this, Tom!�

She could
feel him struggling with a lot of different thoughts.

�No!� I will find
a way..�

�Have you
checked my magical levels, since you returned, Tom?� Have you been watching your own?� I bet you have!

You must have seen the
improvement!� Stop being so pig headed!�

�valu keele� he hissed furiously, his eyes spitefully
narrowed.�

Her tongue burst into a flare of sharp
pain.� It felt as if it were flayed and
dipped in salt. She yelped and struggled against his tight embrace, tears
springing to her eyes, unable to speak for the horrible sensation.� She blinked up at him pleadingly.� If he didn�t take it off soon she was just
going to have to do it herself.. this feeling was intolerable.. she couldnt�s
stand it!!.

Thankfully he did relent and remove the curse a few moments later, looking down
at her with a dark glower of righteous indignation.

�You will curb your tongue, Hermione...�

She
nodded, chastened.� Perhaps it was
slightly unwise to take.. that tone with him.� He was just being so infuriatingly
stubborn.�

He walked
her forward slowly till her back met the wall..

�Tell me
what you did with him...� Did you enjoy
it?�

You...desire..
him.. I have seen
you watching him in the Great Hall...and in classes..

Was it not sufficient?!!� Is that why you left him on my sofa.. did you intend to have him
again?!��

His voice was soft but his eyes were chilly sapphires and his hands slid down
her arms till they held her wrists tightly.�

She passively allowed him to press her hands to the shower wall, sliding them
up until they were parallel with her head...

till he was holding her against the wall oppressively, leaning against her with
an expression that promised the likelihood of further curses in her immediate
future.

She
remained silent and steeled herself for whatever he might decide to do.�

He slid his hands down her forearms and she was unsurprised to note that she
could no longer move her hands from the wall.�
His hands smoothed down her slick cooling skin and over her body.

�Did he touch you like this?!..�
he murmured angrily.�

She shook
her head mutely. �

He hadn�t.� At first he had been too
overwrought and later he had been restrained the entire time.� She hadn�t taken any further chances, even
when he had appeared restored to his former glossy appearance..

...not even when he had started to speak more rationally...

Tom�s
hands glided down, over her hips, around to her ass.

�Did he take you..here..� he demanded in a soft hiss..

�No..� she answered this time, seriously � leaving no room for
doubt.�

�No one ever has..�
Only you.�
I promise.� Only
ever you.�

He leaned
in and bowed his head against her own.. brushing his cheek against her and dipping lower to lick the
moisture from her neck.

�No one ever will� he muttered, sounding somewhat reassured as his hands
slipped lower.. low enough to
grip and lift her.� She wrapped her legs
about him willingly.

�I could kill them�

His voice was contemplative.. she
wasn�t certain whether he meant that he could kill them for the irritating
trouble he was going through.. or whether he really
meant.. he could kill them.. �and then there would be no more problem.

�Tom.. I am yours.� I will
always be yours..
please... You know
Abraxas isn�t the one I want.. You�ve seen... I�ve already told you how he is.. ..stop going on about him and
damn well fuck me!..�

He
snorted against her ear and nipped her lightly as he moved his pelvis, sliding
himself against her tantalisingly.� She
pulled at her hands and tried to wriggle into place.�

�Why is
he still here?� he whispered next to her ear.�
She growled in growing frustration as his hands released her arse and
traced back up her body till he was caressing her breasts.

�Tom!!..� she whined..

He nuzzled at her neck, sucking gently on that exact place that always made her
melt into a puddle of helpless need.

�please.. ..I need you..� she sighed,
giving up on trying to maneuver herself into a
position where she could skewer herself upon his hard length.�

�Why?� he
insisted, swiping his tongue up the length of her throat, one hand sliding
behind her to the small of her back and pressing her harder against him.�

She groaned and turned her face till she could capture his lips.� He kissed her roughly, knocking her head back
against the wall and releasing her immediately.�

�Answer the question.� He is..recovered.. why is he still in my
room, Hermione?!� Tom needled.

She
huffed in frustration.

�Because you need to do what the others did.. You need
to join with them too!..� she growled.

He pulled
away immediately, his face wore a closed, slightly
shocked, expression.�

She assumed he had thought that she had kept Abraxas here for her own use later.. or perhaps tomorrow morning.

This, it seemed was not what he had expected.

�No.� he
said without hesitation, dismissive.�

�You may as well have sent him away if you imagined that I would touch
him.� I haven�t the slightest intention
of ever allowing that kind of familiarity between myself and any of my servants..� And
particularly not Abraxas.�

She
wondered at that, vaguely.� Why
particularly not Abraxas?!�

Her mind flicked to Lucius..
Tom.. or at least.. Voldemort.. had always seemed rather
dismissive of him.. he had quite a low opinion of
him..

On the other hand.. Draco... Draco, he had been quite keen on..
What was the difference?!� Why was
Abraxas particularly unsuitable.

�Ok
then... forget it� she tried, trying to pull him back with her legs, which were
slipping down his slick body.� He caught
her before she slipped off but did not move forward again.� She noticed that his erection had flagged
somewhat.� Apparently the idea really did not appeal to him at all.

�Why do
you believe this is necessary� he questioned curiously.

She
sighed.

�I don�t know.� It just felt.. important.�� She responded somewhat lamely.� �I..� I think.. it
increases the effect.� I can�t explain.. I felt..good after Sorry was with Abraxas.. Even though I wasn�t
actually.. involved.. Or.. wasn�t involved much I guess..

I... I think.. I felt the same way when Septimus and Abraxas.. that time.. the night Sorry joined
us.� And I wasn�t even touching
them.� When we�re all together.. it feels...good..� it feels more..�

Tom
looked at her thoughtfully.

�How can this possibly be the effect
of a potion?! �I cannot imagine a potion
that could cause this manner of peculiar bond..purely
based upon a single skin contact.� It�s
preposterous.

She tried
to drag him closer with her legs again.

�It doesn�t
matter..� You
don�t want to do it.. I won�t mention it again.� Please.. come back now..� Don�t
leave me like this..�

His lips
twisted into a wry smirk, although the thoughtful expression never quite left
his eyes.

Stepping closer he pulled her tighter against him again.� His cock, half hard as it was, hung lower.. it prodded against her temptingly�

She whined and tried to pull him even closer..

He
reached down for his length and gripped it, rubbing his head up and down her
dripping folds..

�Impatient little witch..� he murmured, sounding
pleased.� �

She tugged at her arms and tried hard to be patient.

Her
patience was rewarded when he pressed himself to her entrance and slid into her
slowly.�

She watched, transfixed by his beauty, as he closed his eyes and tilted his
head back, as if basking in sunlight.� His
lips were slightly parted.� He looked
like he was caught in some private rapture as he sank himself inch by inch into
her, pulling her tight against him with his hands cupping her ass. �As he was pressed as deeply into her as this
position allowed, he dropped his head, bowing it and remaining still for a
moment.� She felt him throbbing within her.. a swift tact that was no doubt synchronised with his heart
beat.

When he
looked up, there was something unguarded in his eyes..
Something soft and bright.� He leaned in and kissed her gently, teasing
her lips with the tip of his tongue, drawing her forward to chase him.

As she strained and wriggled he drew out slowly and plunged back into her.� She gasped, losing interest in the game of
catching his lips, in light of the other sensations on offer.� She tightened her muscles around him and
rocked her hips, urging him to continue.�

He required no incentive.� He was already
pulling back and beginning a slow easy tempo. �He knew so well exactly what she liked..

He took his time...

When they
walked out of the bathroom, both slow and sated, Tom glanced pensively over
toward Abraxas, sleeping on the sofa, naked under the transfigured blanket she�d
given him before she put him to sleep.��

It was Friday.. there was no
pressing reason to force the other wizard to wake and go down to the Slytherin dorms
but she could tell that Tom was considering doing so anyway

�Leave
him to sleep� she mumbled, already moving toward the bed.� �He�s not doing any harm there.� Come to bed, Tom..�

The deep
blue gaze sharpened fiercely for a moment as the wizard, �who would one day freely accept Abraxas
murderer into his fold, debated.

She
sighed and slipped under the covers naked.�

The bed was warm on her side.. She felt across and
found the side that he preferred to sleep on cooler, as he liked it.�

He�d placed a warming charm for her before he came into the bathroom?� After
he�d seen Abraxas was still here?!�

Her heart clenched for a moment.

She had no doubt that Tom would never.. ever.. say
that he loved her.� The closest he would
ever come would be to assert that she was his.. alone.. forever..

But just occasionally.. when
he would do something small and unnecessary like this, she felt..cared for. It felt like almost the same thing.

The
candles extinguished themselves as Tom moved to get into the bed.� His every gesture betrayed mild
irritation.� He had left Abraxas on the
Sofa.

Possibly he had simply not wished to have to deal with the irritation of waking
and waiting for him to dress.�

She
inched over in the bed until she could reach him.� The faint sigh he expressed was almost
inaudible as he pulled her the rest of the way, wrapping his arms around her
and turning her, easing them into the spooned position that they had both come
to sleep in habitually.�

He held her somewhat tighter tonight than usual and she felt him press a weary
kiss to the skin below her ear.�

She placed her hand over his on her abdomen and relaxed into the feeling of his
warm breath on the back of her neck.

This was
the place she felt best in the world.�
This was the place she�d stay forever if she could.�

And maybe.. she�d enjoyed Abraxas.� Maybe she�d needed him.� Maybe she still needed the others too...� �

But she loved Tom.

She
worried for a moment about what would happen with the other students that Septimus had warned
them about.

She needed to get back to full strength.. He needed to get back to full strength.

�Sleep,
Hermione�� The
mumble at her neck told her that her ruminations did not go unnoticed.

�I love
you, Tom� she breathed inaudibly.�

It seemed almost that he heard her even so, as he pressed a soft lingering kiss
to the back of her neck again before he shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable.

She
sighed and tried to let go of everything.�
It could all wait.� She would deal
with it all in the morning.� They would
come up with a plan in the morning.� It
would be fine.�

At least she understood now..

If she could just.. get
enough control back .. maybe she could use the magic
to do...something.. Fix things.. somehow.

She
yawned.�

Tom would see reason, she was sure.�� He valued power.�� He�d never willingly accept weakness, just
to make sure that no one else touched her.

She let
it go and allowed the soft rhythm of Tom�s breathing to lull her to sleep.

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