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Taking a deep breath, she raised her wand and aimed
resolutely at the miserable little whimpering form in the corner.

��Avada Kedavra�

There was a green flash and then the world rolled up around
her as she dropped to the ground heavily.

Wow.�� That spell was ...really...
really.. tiring..� Damn..� Her eyes closed without her permission and
she felt herself relax.�

She could hear Lord Voldemort.� He was actually chuckling softly..

chuckling...�

In amusement.�

It was surreal.

�Foolish, inconvenient little creature� he muttered in a way
that sounded quite affectionate and then hands were sliding beneath her and she
was � joy of joys � lifted up and cradled against his body.

The apparition was so much nicer when she was held like this.� She�d have to make a note to always have Lord
Voldemort hold her like a child when she needed to apparate somewhere.

She could feel the gentle sway as he walked.� Then she was being lowered onto a bed.�

A bed.� Not the cage.�

Something that had been tight and tense inside relaxed just a fraction.�

Fingertips stroked her hair momentarily.��
He was standing over her, looking at her.� She could feel
it..

There was a soft crack.

�Prit � Go and deliver my sincere apologies to Lucius.� I will unfortunately miss the Saturnalia this
year.� Other more pressing matters have
intervened.�

The house elf popped away again.

She lay still, feeling wonderfully limp and relaxed,
although she didn�t feel she was close to slipping into unconsciousness.�

It just felt as if the energy required to open her eyes.. to sit up or move..
would be an unnecessary expense

- so much more pleasant to simply lie here in this rare comfort of a soft bed
rather than a hard floor.�

Voldemort had cancelled
what was obviously a New Year�s celebration.�
She wondered whether he would be angry with her for making him miss it.

The bed below her dropped away as she was levitated
slightly.� She felt the blankets beneath
her drawn down and then she was lowered again before they were lifted up over
her.� Her dress was itchy and annoying.� She wanted it off..

Voldemort�s soft chuckle surprised her again.�

�Impatient witch.�� I will tear your
clothes off in a moment.� I am busy at
present.� You will wait.�

She felt a warm blush creep up her neck.. she.. she hadn�t meant that.. um..� Not..that she was necessarily opposed to...�� The blush deepened slightly.

�Drink..�

The strangely soothing voice emanated from a point that was quite near to her,
as if he were bending over her again.

Wondering what he wanted her to drink would be pointless on so many levels, she
reasoned as she parted her lips and got a mouthful of something violently
bitter.� She swallowed the unpleasant
liquid.

�Good girl� Voldemort said distractedly as if attending to
something else.� There was a plink sound
and then dripping faintly.

She started to feel very strange.�
Whatever he�d made her drink- it felt like there was a warm shivery
feeling tracing out to her extremities from the centre of her body.

Her silent wondering did not escape him and he explained quietly. �It is a
little known potion.. it..� he paused as if thinking �It..functions as a guide
for a spell which transports other
less potable potions into your bloodstream.

...The warmth you feel is due to the serum you are currently receiving.�� You should be..quite well...in an hour or
two.�

There was the sound of steps walking away and then the man�s
voice drifted over to her from somewhere that, her mind charted, was close to
the bookcases by the desk.

As I said.. Severus was an extremely useful
man to me.� Just as he developed the
potion to counteract the physically debilitating after-effects of the
cruciatus.. this is another of his little creations.�

The voice approached her again slowly�

�It stimulates a wizard�s core to replenish itself under conditions of magical
depletion.��

She marvelled over this.�
Magical depletion was a malady without a cure in the Wizarding
world.� Those suffering from it were
generally restricted from possessing a wand and were left in the hope they
would recover naturally. It seemed that Lord Voldemort had solved the problem
already and simply neglected to share it with anyone.

She felt the other side of the bed dip and then move a bit
as the Dark Lord made himself comfortable.��

�It was..unwise...of you to decide to use the killing curse after I had already
warned you to take care not to overexert yourself.� I do not believe you were ignorant of how demanding that
particular spell is.. and I had already told you of how unenthused I would be
to have to look after you...exactly as you have now necessitated...�

She shrank internally.�
He wasn�t pleased.� He was annoyed.� She�d done another stupid thing.� She�d essentially disobeyed again.� And now he was missing his thing and he�d
used potions that..he maybe couldn�t get more of, since Professor Snape
was..� gone.�

Which was also her fault.

He was disappointed in her.� And
annoyed.�

A finger stroked her cheek gently.� �No.��

It was said very quietly.�

�...No.� ...I am
not...disappointed...or annoyed with you, Hermione.�� I ..understand..why
you chose to use the curse.� I clearly perceived
your intent.. had I wished to stop you, it would have been little trouble for
me to do so.�

�I allowed you to
deplete yourself in order to learn whether you were capable of casting the most
demanding of the unforgiveables.��

It was ..a wonderful opportunity..that did not require tedious cajoling and
threatening on my part.� Under other
circumstances no doubt you would have made an inhuman fuss.

I was not at all disappointed in you..

...To have succeeded when you were already so near
exhaustion is a credit to you.� To have
chosen to accept the risk purely in
the hope of pleasing me...almost persuades me to forgive your behaviour over
the last month.��

A hand cupped her face and turned her head slightly.� It lolled in the direction in which the Dark
Lord guided it.� There was no pain
however... she felt lovely and relaxed...unnaturally so.� Like the feeling of sunbathing for too long..
slow and lazy.

�And I was not particularly annoyed to miss the Saturnalia
either�� Voldemort�s voice assured her softly,
his fingertips barely grazing her jaw, lighter than butterfly wings.� �I find celebrations at Malfoy Manor to be an
odious chore, generally.� So many
self-important scoundrels posturing and climbing over one another to flatter me
...in the most transparent manner trying to persuade
me to support whatever pointless endeavour would benefit them most.� I struggle not to curse more of them.� One must maintain a bare minimum of decorum,
after all.�

She felt the bed shift again as he moved.� Then she had the impression that he was lying
parallel to her.� She couldn�t say what
exactly it was that made her think it, since her eyes were closed, but it was
confirmed when his arm came to rest over her in a light embrace above the
blankets and his voice spoke from inches in front of her face.

�No.� I am quite
certain that I would rather watch the year die in your rather aesthetically pleasing company than yet again bear
witness to the entire Goyle family�s inability to chew with their mouths
closed.��

She wanted to smirk.�
She could remember feeling the same way on those times that she had
dined at the Burrow.� It seemed as if,
with the exception of Percy, the rest of the family just did not understand the
concept of chewing silently and not talking with their mouth full.� Even Percy,
who was otherwise a completely officious creep, would still slurp soup
loudly.�

When they were all in jovial spirits and laughing and eating together, she
sometimes felt quite sick watching the little bits of food fly across the table.�

�I shall read to you..�

She couldn�t express her shock at this which was probably
for the best.� The little excited frisson
was entirely mental as the rest of her body lay in warm comfortable quiescence.

Lord Voldemort was going to read to her.�
He�d given her something to heal her and now, rather than going and
doing something else with his valuable
time, as he�d described it, he was going to actually read an actual book to her.�

This morning when she woke she had hoped that she might.. if she begged.. get a
look.. a simple glance..� Perhaps even a
command to be silent...�

This was..beyond everything she had hoped for.�
It was miles... hell it was light years beyond her hopes

There was the sound of turning pages.�

�In view of your..particular origins.. I have selected a
book you may appreciate.� The author is
one of the few muggles I credit with some
worth; Nietzsche - a German who wrote before my own birth.�

Hermione was astounded that Lord Voldemort would read any work written by muggles.�

She was less surprised by exactly who
he might deign to read.� Although.. she
supposed it could be worse..� He could be
reading the Marquis De Sade or something.

She heard the soft inhalation that preceded the man in bed
next to her beginning his reading.

�The Will to
Truth, which is to tempt us to many a hazardous enterprise, the famous
Truthfulness of which all philosophers have hitherto spoken with respect, what
questions has this Will to Truth not laid before us!� What strange, perplexing, questionable
questions!

It is already a long story; yet it seems as if it were hardly commenced.

Is it any wonder if we at last grow distrustful, lose patience, and turn
impatiently away? That this Sphinx teaches us at last to ask questions
ourselves?

Who is it really that puts questions
to us here? What really is this
"Will to Truth" in us?

In fact we
made a long halt at the question as to the origin of this Will--until at last
we came to an absolute standstill before a yet more fundamental question.

We inquired about the value of this
Will. Granted that we want the truth: why
not rather untruth? And uncertainty? Even ignorance?...�[i]

Hermione listened to the horribly tantalising voice with
fascination and abject delight.� No one
had ever read to her before like this.�

It was ..strange.. that it should be this
man..of all possible wizards who would introduce her to the pleasure of the
written word refracted through another�s voice.�

And what a voice to refract Nietzsche through..� It was audible as he read page after page,
the way some of the ideas had touched
the man by her side.��

Not that she felt entirely at home with everything he read, ...nevertheless the
regular cadence.. the gentle breathy harmonics of his voice � the depth of it when he spoke, particularly
as he was so close to her, it was all so engaging.. Like a long slow massage
for the mind.�

Sometimes he would pause and then she would feel his fingers
brush lightly over her as if examining some aspect of her features he had not
yet adequately investigated.�

The barely detectable flicker of sensation across her eyelash.� A thumb grazed over the cupids bow of her
upper lip.� She realised she was feeling
better when she automatically licked her lip to still the tickling left in the
wake of his smooth finger.�

Then his mouth was hard against her own, taking the kiss from her impatiently,
as if he�d been waiting all the while for this.

He tasted of something sharp and alcoholic that burned her tongue, making her
flinch at first, but it left a sweet taste after the burn.� She found she quite liked it.

Pursuing her tongue tirelessly, he finally managed to catch it, tempt it back
into his own mouth and suck at it gently.�
She mmmmed, feeling her breathing speed, as he moved closer, rolling her
gently onto her back and leaning over her.��

She became aware, again, of how much taller.. larger.. he felt.� ��

When he drew away it was only to press hard, biting kisses along her jaw and
down to her neck.� The nips there were
more painful than pleasing, she turned slightly, discomforted.

�A month I have foregone this.. little witch� he muttered
against her throat before his tongue trailed a hot wet line up to her ear.�� A month of enduring insipid drivel in my
mind each day..��

She opened her eyes in time to see the pale smooth head pull
back.. in time to see his blood red eyes burning intently.�

She wondered ...if he had wanted her, why he didn�t just
take her?!� He was..him.. after all.� He hadn�t
been very interested in her permission the first time.� If he was tired of her thoughts, why hadn�t
he punished her.. or

If he heard the thoughts.. he didn�t bother to answer the
questions.� He simply dragged the
blankets down off her and looked over her entire body possessively.�

With an expression reminiscent of concentration and satisfaction he extended a
long white slender finger and touched it lightly to the neckline of the lacy
dress.� There was a sss sound as the thin
strands in the lace singed through and came apart.�

She winced, still not quite capable of the degree of movement that would be
necessary if she wanted to avoid the painful searing sensation his finger
evoked on her bare skin.

He dragged his finger slowly down the front of the dress, parting it, and,
incidentally, leaving a thin line of angry pink burned skin in his wake.

It was worse when he had reached her abdomen.�
She had regained, perhaps through the adrenalin of the pain, sufficient
energy to jerk and try to move.� All this
did was skew the straight line into curves and zigzags.� He didn�t even pause, although his eyes
flicked up to her as if chastising her for being inconsiderate and spoiling his
pleasure.��

When he had reached her pubic mound and her hair actually singed with a terrible
smell, he frowned.

�I think we shall remove that, don�t you?� he murmured, still focused on his
current preoccupation.�� She whimpered as
he burned the sensitive skin lightly.

He veered to her thighs, zigzagging intentionally and leaving little curved
trails alternating down them until he finally reached the hem of the dress and
it parted, the fabric springing apart slightly.�
He brushed it further aside baring her and looking her over with visible
approval.� For a moment he trailed soft
fingertips over her burn before he wandlessly vanished the dress.�

In the back of her mind she growled.� �was
that really necessary.. Could have just removed it like that without hurting me�

His smile widened nastily.�

�You enjoy it when I hurt you, my
dear.� As do I.� Do stop complaining.�� He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to
her lips then shifted until he could trail the point of his hot wet tongue down
the stinging line of burnt skin.�� She
winced and shivered.�

He followed the line all the way down.. painfully slowly.�� Here and there he veered off to the side to
kiss or nip at her flesh.�� By the time
he had reached her lower abdomen and started to suck her hipbone she was
already breathing fast and shallow and trying not to squirm.� If he was going to do what it looked very
much like he was going to do..� Oh god.. She
didn�t know whether she could handle that.�

Then he whispered against her skin and the blinding pain as
her pubic mound burst into a bright flare
of flame, distracted her quite effectively from her anxious
anticipation.� She screeched and
struggled.� The flame had flared briefly
and extinguished immediately, singeing away all her hair, but the pain had been
exquisite for that moment.� It still
stung now.�

She wailed and tried to wriggle away when Voldemort started to lick at the hot
sore skin

�No.. don�t.. It hurts.. Please.. stop hurting me.. I don�t..� I don�t
enjoy it.. please..�

The tongue that had been flickering up the seam of her thigh
withdrew and dark blood red eyes smiled up at her.

�No? My mistake.. Well..either way..I enjoy
it... and after being so disappointing for so very long.. you do wish to please
me now, surely.�

She grimaced..� There was no right way to
refuse, clearly.�

�Yes..master� she tried, hopefully.

�Transparent, my delicious little Slytherin-in-training.� �Your first deduction was correct.� There is nothing you might say at this point that
will dissuade me from enjoying you as I most
desire.� I am certain, however.. that
over the course of my exploration, you will
come to find some pleasure also.

He nudged her thigh gently wider and kissed it gently.� �Do you know.. I have enjoyed a number of
others over the last weeks.. Of these, I have tasted several... however I have
not found a witch to match the tiny taste I garnered on the evening that I
first took you.� I have been most impatient over the last weeks for you to
finally see the error of your ways so that I might sample you once again...

Hermione bristled.�

Others?!

It was completely stupid of her to feel jealousy, she told herself.� She was just a mud..muggleborn in a cage and
this was Lord Voldemort.� He might have
let her read a few books.. he might have spent a little time amusing himself by
trying to corrupt her.. but clearly there was very little she saw from her
small silver world.�� Of course he would
have an entire scree of witches somewhere around the place ready and waiting to
do whatever he wanted.� He was the Dark
Lord.� Bellatrix wouldn�t be the only one
besotted by him.

It was completely stupid to feel like she had anything at all to think about
that.� Really � she didn�t.� She was an idiot.

And.. and he was Voldemort.�

Voldemort!�

It�s hardly as if she was gagging to be the only lover of the psychotic mass
murderer who wanted to wipe out all of her friends and everyone like her.

That was a ridiculous thought.

He bit her.

Hard.

On the inside of her thigh, right in the sensitive soft area
at the top.

She yelped and spasmed in pained shock, struggling to try
and get away � to try and get him off. ��He released her flesh a moment later only to
tut her disapprovingly.

�Now now, my dear.. such unflattering thoughts.. after all I have given you..

Do you truly believe that you have
any justifiable claim over my ..fidelity...� You are yourself not quite the paragon of
loyalty you realise?�

Besides.. it is entirely possible that I may not have taken others to my bed,
had you not chosen to carry on in a childish manner. �I was enjoying
our little games, Hermione.. It was you
who repudiated my affections..

Indeed I believe I cannot be faulted for ..respecting.. your wish to be left
alone.�

But.. in the spirit of disclosure.. allow me to share the pertinent details with you... since, apparently, with whom I have
occupied my time is of far more interest to you than my expressed desire to
drink of your sweetness.�� He trailed a
warm flickering tongue from the bite up to the crease of her thigh.. halting
just before he reached her stinging pussy, which � truth be told � was stinging
much less now.�� She released the breath
she hadn�t realised she had been holding.�

Did she really want to know this?!.. �No.� Not
in the slightest.� it wouldn�t make her
happy.� What would make her happy seemed to be if he would just.. continue.. along
the line he had been tracing.� The
feathery damp movement had been...

She had no sensations to compare it with.�
No one had ever used their mouth on her in that way before..

�Perhaps.. we might combine your interests then..� the pale
serpentine gestalt lying between her splayed legs murmured before he licked a
swathe up the inside seam of her thigh again.�
She gasped at the sensation that set her clitoris to tingling
needfully.�

it seemed he realised her ache since she heard him chuckle softly.

�Medra� he remarked contemplatively, punctuating the word
with a feather light kiss to the inside of her other thigh.� She twitched, not expecting the kiss
there.� �Was a pureblood witch of the
house Gabron.� She was twenty two, or so
she informed me.� An extraordinarily
attractive young witch.�� He trailed
lingering kisses up her thigh toward the place she most wanted his
attention.� She squirmed uncomfortably �
both at the sensation and the things she really didn�t want to know.�

She didn�t want to hear about Medra Gabron the pretty witch he shagged in her
absence.� She didn�t want to know how
many he had or who they were.� She just
wanted him to stop so that she could pretend she didn�t know about it.�

And yes yada yada it was irrational and it was bloody stupid
but that was the way it was.�

She might be relatively willingly sleeping with Lord
Voldemort but her own somewhat idiosyncratic personal standards dictated that
she would never sleep with someone if
she were not in a relationship with them � a stable one, mind! Not just a bit of fun.. That was why she�d never
entertained any of Ron�s advances.� There
was no way she�d ever have considered
marrying him.. having an actual life with him.. a family.��

And although thinking of those things in connection with the man currently
nestled twixt her thighs was beyond perverse.. that didn�t mean that she wanted
to abandon the paper thin delusion that, although he was obviously evil and
despicable and ...everything..� he�d said
he didn�t involve himself much with others in that way... he�d said he chose
her.. He�d said he�d keep her.. protect her.. if she obeyed.� He was possessive
of her.. to the point of cruelty.� ��Those things, flimsy and deranged as they
might be, were sufficient to allow her the barely acknowledged assumption that
she was in some kind of relationship
or other with him.�

The delusion had as one of its core assumptions the notion that he wouldn�t be sleeping with others.�

Although she had nothing whatsoever to protest against it..
she really wanted him to stop so that she could go back to the assumption that
rendered everything sufficiently parsimonious in her head to tolerate what was
happening without rubbing up against the morals that her parents had instilled in her.

�Ah yes.. more moral baggage, my unfortunate little pet.. I
do see how damaging these.. unfortunate influences around you have been.�� Dumbledore.. Potter.. your muggle
upbringing...

perhaps in time you might come to let go of their teachings as something which they believe, but which nevertheless
does not apply to you.. ��Now.. as I was saying... Medra.�� A young lady with a formidable pedigree...
and barely two brain cells to rub together unfortunately..��

He stroked the length of her leg with a soft hand, following the curve.� When he reached her hip, he continued over
the hollow of her abdomen and rubbed gently.�

�She had large, startling blue eyes.. Black hair that reached the middle of her
back..�

Hermione grimaced, turning her face to the side.� She didn�t want to hear this.�

The hot wet flicker at the edge of her pussy lip made her twitch away and
gasp.� The tongue returned and traced up
the edge of her lip.� She squirmed as her
pussy sucked involuntarily and blushed ashamed at the soft snigger from the
wizard to whom the tongue belonged.�

�She was the youngest of three� Voldemort said distractedly.� �a very quiet girl, I thought at first..
Apparently, her parents � who sent her to me, naturally � were quite aware that
she was not the brightest witch, for all her other..graces.. and had instructed
her to avoid speaking wherever possible. �This might have stood her in good stead, had
she been capable of listening to them.��
She maintained her silence.. well... she did not speak words.. while I enjoyed her..�

Voldemort�s tongue traced the opposing lip�s outermost edge and she arched her
back slightly.� Her clit ached and she
wanted him to move.. just an inch or two inward.. The sensation was
maddening.�� She shuddered as a soft
breath caressed her tender weeping orchid.�
�please� she whispered and was rewarded with a gentle lick precisely one
inch further in.

�Medra... tasted..of perfumes.� Vile.. I had to scourgify them away.. Her own
taste was rather mediocre.� Neither particularly
offensive nor especially pleasing.� She
was bland.. not sweet.�� She was not virginal.. Nor had her parents
announced her to be, I concede, however there is something..distasteful about
placing one�s mouth where another has been.. even after cleaning charms.� I believe I would not have even bothered, had
I not been curious whether she might demonstrate any superiority to your
own..tart sweetness.. after all.. her blood can be traced back to Renro Gabron,
an associate of Salazar himself, or so the official recorded history quotes.

I was... disappointed.. at how utterly inferior she revealed herself to
be.� In.. every respect..� When she set
to babbling inanely after I had sated myself upon her rather underwhelmingly
limp and inert body...I rather lost my patience with the foolish chit.�

Hermione couldn�t help the nasty little hope that fluttered
fragile within.�

It was an evil little wish..

It was granted.

�I returned her body to her parents of course.� With my sincere condolences.� In respect for their sacrifice I employed a
curse that would not disfigure the idiotic, pretty creature.� Her family was able to perform a traditional
burial.�

Hermione couldn�t prevent the little warm glow of schadenfreude
at the thought that Medra whatever had been killed.. had been inferior to her.. had not pleased
Voldemort at all.�

She moaned softly as the wizard�s hot tongue laved the centre of her pussy
suddenly, from bottom to top, stopping just below her clit.� He traced a circle around it with the tip of
his tongue.� She made a little impatient
noise and tried to wriggle her hips to bring him exactly where she wanted him.

�Patience..Hermione..� he murmured, sounding pleased.�

She whimpered softly, and tried to calm down again.. Her
entire pussy seemed to be tingling and wanting..

�Seraphina� he said thoughtfully and she groaned in frustrated
annoyance.�

He chuckled, amused, and continued in spite of her blatant infuriation.�

�Seraphina Ogden.. another fine pureblood witch, approached Lucius, seeking an
introduction.� At twenty five, she was
quite mature enough to pursue this course independently.�

After I viewed Lucius� memory of the incident, I allowed him to deliver the
witch to me.�

She was.. tragically, an affiliate of Dumbledore�s little order.� I knew it before I invited her.. which did
make the entire incident marginally more enjoyable, I believe.��

Dumbledore does like to recruit
Gryffindors � none of whom can act to
save their lives.� Seraphina knew quite well what she was getting
into.� She approached me with the intention of seducing and subsequently
poisoning me��

Voldemort sighed and laid his warm cheek against her inner thigh
contemplatively.�

�I kept her alive for two days.� She was passably skilled.� A blonde.. long curly hair, not unlike your
own..� Green eyes.

I puzzled to myself, why they might imagine I would be drawn to a green eyed
witch of all possible candidates.. Did Dumbledore believe I harboured a suppressed
desire to bed his little saviour?!�� He
shook his head slightly and snorted.

�Nevertheless.. I am not adverse to the old madam sending me his finest young
whores to dispatch.� He tried the same
thing again early this week.. Perhaps you recall the brunette who begged for
her life..� Her mind was promising all
the order�s secrets.. promising her body.. confessing her secret
adoration..�

Unfortunately for her..by Monday you were already pining after me and whining
all day about my lack of attention and I was irritable and in no mood for a
witch so very similar to yourself.� She
was of greater benefit as a target for my curses.�

Hermione wilted.� He
had heard her.. he just hadn�t been interested. He killed another order member
simply because she reminded him of her.� Which
meant.. he probably wanted to kill her.�
The only reason he hadn�t, was obviously the same one he�d already given
� that he wanted to use her to destroy Harry when he eventually arrived.�

�Hush..� he muttered �I have.. very nearly.. forgiven
you.� Do not spoil it..��

She sighed.� She�d
lost her appetite for more of this.� This
was a horrible game.�

�You do not wish to hear
any more?�� he asked with a barely
suppressed smirk in his voice?�

�No ..thank you� she responded hopefully.� Maybe.. just maybe he would stop and just
do.. the other thing he was doing..

�Ah.. I see.. you would rather my mouth were occupied elsewhere�
the dark knowing voice floated up to her in the dim room.� It felt like something barbed or jagged
toothed that lay hidden under a leaf cover waiting for unsuspecting prey to
amble by.�� She didn�t answer.

�I would so hate to deprive you of information, however..� Perhaps ... Yes... I see a solution..��

He climbed to his knees and crawled up the length of her body with a sadistic
little smile.� She noticed well that he
had his wand in hand.�

�What... what are you doing!?�� she whimpered.�

�No.. I.. I don�t need your mouth.. what you said.. I .. I don�t need
anything.� Please.. don�t hurt me..� Do what you want.� I�m sorry!!�
I..�� please?!�

The pale lips smiled even wider.� Whatever it was he was about to do � he did want to do it.. he was going to enjoy it.. That didn�t bode well, she
decided.�

In a last ditch hope, she pushed herself up and pressed her mouth to his,
wrapping somewhat weak arms around his neck and trying to pull him down to
her.� He seemed to allow it.� He lowered himself, balanced on hands and
knees over her body.

The silk of his skin against her own was hot and felt..good..� Very good.�
Soothing somehow.� She wrapped her
legs around him automatically, feeling his hard shaft compressed between them
against her pussy.� If she could..
angle.. herself.. just a little more.. ��...she wanted him inside her..

He kissed her more deeply, grinding gently against her.� She felt her need grow slightly.�

Something chilly and slightly slimy touched her forehead.

She stiffened through the kiss as an unfamiliar sensation
spread through her mind.� It reminded her
somewhat of a pensive.. except it was worse.. There was no tumbling.. she was
simply being led through a memory.. much like a pensieve memory... with the
main difference being that it was her
memory.� SHE was the one walking.. she
could remember thinking impatiently about.. about herself � the little witch in
the cage.. disparaging thoughts.. disappointment.�

She.. what had he done?!.. this wasn�t her
memory!�

She fingered her wand absently as she strode down a corridor that was both familiar
and unfamiliar to her.� The long dark
passage turned and she gestured at the door, feeling a pleasurable hum of magic
rush through her momentarily before it opened.��
The room within was as unfamiliar and incongruently known to her as the corridor outside had been.� It was not
the room in which she was currently lying on the bed with the Dark Lord above
her.� It was a different �room.. far more
opulent.. rich silks and hangings...�

There was a girl reclining on the bed.�
Her eyes widened as Hermione stepped through the doorway slowly,
stalking thoughtfully closer, examining her.�

The girl raised herself slightly into a more flattering
position.� She had quite pleasing
breasts.� The thought fluttered through
Hermione�s mind confusingly.� Her own
reaction was divided between embarrassment and indignation.� The girl had larger breasts than her own..
with dark pink nipples already standing at attention.�� She was a brunette with straight chocolate
brown hair that reached just below her shoulders.� Her eyes were a soft brown and her lips full
and painted deep red.� There was an awed
expression in her wide long lashed eyes.��

This one, she thought with mild relief, this one it seemed actually wanted to be here.. Was neither sent,
nor on a dubious mission. - merely..enamoured..

Hermione fumed in reaction.�
She Did Not Want To See This!!�

It was impossible to escape the perspective and the events dragging her forward
however.� She struggled to think of
something else but could not.� It seemed
she was a silent passenger to this memory.�

The unpleasant likely immediate future loomed in her mind.� She was going to ..uh.. sleep with this
girl..

God.. She�d never had one of those �curious�
moments that other girl�s (especially blasted Lavender!) had giggled about in
the dorms when they had their little pajama parties on Saturday nights.

She�d never wanted to kiss a girl..

she�d never wanted to ..do anything more
than kiss a girl.� She was decidedly not
attracted to females.�

She really, really, didn�t want to be
forced to watch.. worse.. to feel
herself doing things with this
completely unknown girl...� This
..naked.. extremely naked in fact..
young girl.��

It occurred to her that this girl was completely shaved.. had Voldemort removed
her own pubic hair because of her?!� Did
he prefer that?�

�I assume you understand what you are doing...�� she heard her voice.. it wasn�t her
voice.� It sounded different to her in
this memory than it did in real life.�
Was this how the Dark Lord heard himself?!

�Yes, my Lord� the soft eager voice responded.� She stalked closer, her eyes sharpening as
they drifted over the supple young body.�
The thoughts in her mind did not
please her.�

He was attracted to the girl.� Hearing those
observations was like having an internal battle for her sexual
preferences.� �This was just.. horrible.

There was a remote feeling.. something stroking down her
body.. It jarred her mind a little.. The sensation was at odds with her present
position standing next to the bed, looking down in pleasant anticipation at the
girl posing herself for him.� Her.� Him.� She was a he.�
�She had the familiar tightening
feeling of her cock hardening.�

Except that she was also lying down somehow.. and a hand had just smoothed down
her ribs, over her hip to her thigh.

She unclasped her robe slowly, parting it and revealing
herself.� The girl on the bed looked at her
hungrily.�

�You are..stunning, my Lord..� she sighed and reached out a red fingernailed
hand.� Hermione intercepted it with her
own snow white one and drew it to the side, releasing it as she shrugged her
robe from her shoulders absently, allowing it to fall to the floor.� The air caressed her skin.�

�Your name?..� her wrong-sounding voice spoke as she lowered herself on one
knee onto the mattress.

�Adele..� the girl breathed.�

�Adele Carne�� She surged forward and wrapped
her arms around Hermione�s waist.. the red fingernails scratching lightly at
the small of her back as she pressed soft heated kisses to her abdomen.

Hermione was extremely torn by this development.� Even as she tilted her head watching the girl�s
overeager devotion.. raising a hand to brush through her silky hair, part of
her was wanting to back away from this.. push the girl off, retreat,
repulsed.�

The sudden distant sensation of hot breath on a body part she did not currently
possess was even more confusing.� She
tried to reconcile the feeling of the soft red lips trailing over her cock with
the strange invasive awareness of a tongue gliding wetly through her folds.� The two did not compute.�

Nevertheless it was a relief when she had submerged herself in the hot damp
cavern of the girl�s ... Adele�s
mouth.� She guided the head lightly,
adjusting her movement to the rhythm and depth she preferred and drawing a deep
shaky breath at the satisfying sensation.. She allowed the girl to bob for a
minute or two, thrusting against her with slow easy strokes, before she pulled
her off and examined her once again.�

Her eyes were.. vaguely reminiscent of the confounded mudblood.. But not quite
as bright.. not as amber... more of a
dull brown.

Hermione wanted to shake her head.� The things she was thinking were
bizarre.� Wrong.� Her mind kept jarring with the thoughts that
made no sense.� Was she just thinking
about herself?!I� She thought she might be losing her
mind.� What was she doing with this..girl?!..�

OH!!

The sensation!�� Sucking.. her clitoris..
oh god.�� Fuck!!� She wanted to move but couldn�t work out
where her body was in relation to the sensation.� She was pushing the brunette down on the bed
and leaning down over her, kissing her roughly.. impatiently.� Her hand wandered down the body, stroking,
fondling..� She slid her fingers through
the slick folds and now.. now it
almost seemed like the sensations she was experiencing could be reconciled �
although it felt bizarrely as if she were masturbating.. the loop of signals in
her fingers and her pussy..��

Although.. they didn�t match exactly.. and now.. the fingers that were probing
gently at the small wet hole felt wrong.. didn�t match the wet.. hot.. slickness
she was feeling there.�

She felt the tiny constriction.. the barrier..� The girl was virginal?!..� How delightful!�

The possessive and destructive instincts within her joined forces as she pulled
away from the excited girl�s mouth.� She
did not linger overly as she moved down her body to the apex of her
thighs.�

The first taste was..disappointing.�

Hermione�s mind thrashed at the
conflict within.� Too much.. sensation..
too many.. things happening.�� She could
taste the sour tart dampness on her tongue and wanted to wash her mouth out.

Oh god.. make it stop!!� �She rocked at the tongue bathing her pussy
even as she traced her tongue around the tight hard clit and flickered it,
feeling the fluttering of the girl�s thighs against her hands, the tightening
of her pussy around her..his.. finger...�

Unsatisfying.� Why was she
bothering?!� This girl would not compare
to the other.. the one waiting sadly in
her box in the grand hall.� She could go
and retrieve her.. take her instead..�
But no.� The girl had not yet
recognised her error.� To force her would
only compound the problem.

She raised her head, moving away from the small pink shaved
pussy spread before her, hearing the soft whine of disappointment.� The delicious sensation continued unabated
and she wanted to writhe but it wasn�t her body somehow.� Her body was lying face down, considering the
brunette currently on offer.

She would take her.� Possess her.� The girl had offered.. wanted nothing more
than this..

She climbed lithely up the slender body and caught the soft
lips again.� The girl sucked at
her..obviously not at all perturbed by her own taste.� With a hand, she caught the smooth thigh and
lifted it.. pulled it up higher, pressing it forward against the girls upper
body.� It would compress her channel.. it
would make her even tighter.. even more satisfying.�

�I wonder, my dear, if you truly knew what it is you desired..� she murmured
against the red lips with dark amusement.�

The answer came as an ecstatic sigh �You!� Oh You, my Lord � I desire YOU... take me.. I will give anything for you..��

She had positioned herself against the girl�s small entrance
and had been rocking lightly, feeling the small sucking movements the girl was
making against her cock.

her?� Cock?� That didn�t even make sense to her own
mind.� She reeled.

Not her memory � her mind pieced together again as if for the first time.� So hard to focus.. The sensations..� her body..�
her bodies..� both of them. Overwhelmed with lust and
feeling..

She tried to pull the signals apart but her mind was swept back into events
forcefully as she plunged her hips forward sharply, stabbing deep into the
soft, boiling glove of the girl�s body.�
Oh.. sweet relief.. hunger.. her lust increased tenfold.�

A moment later she felt an echo of the sensation.. the feeling of being
filled.� It was heaven.�

The scream emitted from the body beneath her didn�t seem to agree with that
sensation.� She ignored it and began to
move, withdrawing against the hot sucking clamp of the pained muscles and then
thrusting forward once again hard, delving deeper.� The scream went on � it became even more
distressed.� She silenced it absently and
caught the hands that moved to fight her, capturing the wrists and forcing them
back down against the bed as she moved hard and fast against the delicious
slippery friction.�

�Now, now, Adele.. this is what you wanted..
�have you forgotten?!� she murmured
against the sobbing girl�s ear. ��The
girl shook her head, her mouth moving silently, struggling, trying to free her
leg.�� He smiled at her and dropped his
head, biting her neck viciously.� The
responding clench in the girl�s pussy was pleasing.�

The feelings didn�t quite overlap.. the sensation of being
entered.. being fucked.. and the sensation of fucking.. entering over and over
again. �They didn�t match.� There was too much.� She moaned.. but it wasn�t her voice..� gripped the girl�s other thigh and pulled it
up, pressed it down against her chest, spreading her, compressing her as she
reamed her pussy thoroughly, rolling her hips, stretching her.�

She panted, revelling in the feeling..� But there was still one more thing the girl
could give her, she considered.� Pulling
out swiftly she aimed unerringly and skewered the tight clenched arse on her
first try, forcing her head through the closed ring of muscle.� It was so tight that the pressure hurt her cock..� She forced herself through.. deeper.. feeling
the girl�s entire body thrash and fight.�
Ah.. ah.. yes.. merlin.. yes..�
so.. good..� It was more difficult
to move in this channel.. too restrictive.. tight.. still fighting against the
invasion..� The sensations now no longer
meshed at all.� Well... apart from a
feeling of fullness.� Friction.. her eyes
told her that she was thrusting into the red stretched rosette.. while the
sensation of something in her pussy confused her to no end.�

She climbed swiftly to her release.�

there was a strange impending sensation.. she actually felt afraid.� She didn�t know whether she could stand the
sensation.� It felt.. too much.�� Too much pressure.. too much potential
energy.. like a spring that was tightened more and more..� Her heart pounding.. Two hearts pounding..
tightness and mounting.. urgent tension..�

Her wand in her hand.� �ngusht�si rras� she hissed, feeling
the hot sticky pressure around her cock increase exponentially.

Somewhere else..Lips.. kissing her.. she was responding madly, clenching..
clutching.. except she was also balancing herself on her hands, holding the
wrists and ankles of the now quiescent girl below her as she slapped into her
roughly.. so close..

She reached the apex..�
the feeling of pendulous tension.. like the top of a roller coaster...
before she tipped.. crashed.. falling.. drowning.. Someone was screaming..� She couldn�t think.. her body moving as if
possessed.. she didn�t know who she was.. where she was..� ecstasy..�
a tongue..sucking and kissing as she sobbed and writhed.� On and on.. forever..

She felt too much..� the feelings didn�t
fit.. it was.. overwhelming.. blinding..

�Avada Kedavra� she sighed breathlessly as she withdrew from
the girl. �The green light soothing on
her wide dilated pupils..� She stroked
the silky sweat damp hair from the young brow and turned away without another
thought, vanishing her body as she paced slowly..sated.. completely
relaxed..from the opulent bedroom.

Gradually the disparity dissolved and she remembered..�� she understood
again.. who she was.. where she was.. what he
had done..� She couldn�t catch her breath
yet.� He was leaning over her, placing
small kisses on her jaw.. cheekbone.. the corner of her lips..� she had the impression that he was
pleased.� It was in the soft, half lidded
way he looked at her, almost dotingly.�

�My..Hermione..� he murmured softly.. his lips against her own.� his hot.. tangy..tongue slipped between her
lips, caressing the curve of her top lip slowly. ��I have missed you�

The days afterward passed in a quiet rhythm.�
She hardly saw any of the death eaters in the grand hall anymore
somehow.�

Probably because she slept most of the day (or was it night?) and in the night
(day?) he would come and take her to his room.�

He had given her book after book: astronomy... arithmancy...
transfiguration...runes... even languages.��

No curses.

He was...strangely affectionate.� When he took her it was beyond amazing.�

It was disturbing how good it felt when he used his mouth on
her.�

Without distractions..�

Seeing that strangely flat serpentine face at the apex of her thighs, the red
eyes, half lidded in pleasure, watching her reaction with enjoyment as he
lapped and twirled her into a frenzy... it was intoxicating.� A rush.�

He hadn�t ever required her to return the favour but she had found herself
fantasising about doing it anyway.�

Surely there was something wrong in her head that she honestly
wanted to see what it was like to perform fellatio on Lord Voldemort.�

Or... really... to perform fellatio at all, might be more accurate �since she
had never done it before.

Although... perhaps she could admit to herself that it was also...him she wanted to do it to.�

She couldn�t help it really.�
The more time she spent around him... and the better he made her feel...
the more she found herself craving his presence, wanting to please him so that
he would look at her with that approving, on occasion even impressed expression.�

But just when she had decided to pull her courage together and just do it
without asking the next time he took her into his bed, he�d given her another,
much thicker and more advanced,� book of dark curses.��

Refusing it was not an option, she realised.�
His eyes said it all.� He�d
stopped working on whatever it was he was so often working on at the desk, to pay
attention to her as she read, discussing various points with her as he listened
to her mind work through the curses.

These curses were different..�

In the last book.. several of the curses had been potentially life
threatening.. Some had been deadly � such as the blood thickening curse..� But on average, the curses contained within
were primarily for the purpose of torture.. discomfort.. stress..
incapacitation..

This book was different.

Every single curse within it was designed with one purpose � to end life.

Whether immediately or in a delayed manner, every single curse would lead to
death.

His attention to her as she read it.. as she absorbed the inhuman knowledge within,
was acute.� She felt her every
expression, her posture.. her very breathing was being examined.�

He would want her to demonstrate learning again.� She had no doubt.

There were forty curses in the grimoire. ��

She glanced up at him again nervously.� The red gaze was calm.. settled..
excruciatingly patient.�

�Questions?� he inquired, his voice sibilant.

She shook her head.

Forty.

There was no way.

He moved closer, seating himself on the bed close beside
her, and embracing her shoulders gently with one arm, pulling her against
him.��

�You have been...happy... of late, Hermione?�
With your life.. here?�� With.. me?�

She swallowed.

yes.� She had.� But.. forty was rather an intimidating
number.

Ok.. she�d k.. she�d killed
.. before.. accidentally and...�
intentionally.. but.. but it was different if she..�

Forty!!

How in..� Merlin�s
name.. did he expect her to..

Why!?� Why was this necessary.. He could feel that she didn�t want to..� He couldn�t.. this was.. she couldn�t do it!! ..

Forty innocent people in order to keep reading books and spending her time with
him in comfort.. keep eating meals with him.. Once or twice he had allowed her
to fall asleep in his bed.�

She had woken in the cage when he had retrieved her for the evening.

Even if she was... maybe.. not ..entirely unhappy with the way things were
these days. ��That didn�t mean that she
could.. that she would..

�You do not have to demonstrate.. every curse, Hermione� he whispered generously against the shell of
her ear.� �I would not expect such an
offering from my finest Death
Eaters.�

no.. I think... five.. should
suffice.� I will of course select which
curses you are to perform.. and you shall not know in advance which it is to
be..

Is that.. perhaps more palatable...my dear?�

She mused on the fact that if he�d started out demanding
that she ..murdered.. five people.. for no good reason.. she�d have been
panicking and trying to refuse automatically right now.

However..five.. in contrast to the forty she had for a minute imagined that she
was going to be forced to curse...

Five was still ..

she sighed.

�Tonight?� she asked, tonelessly

He wrapped his other arm around her and slid down in the bed
somewhat, dragging her to lean herself against his lean hard body.�

�No.. Not tonight, my sweet.� I believe I
am inclined to reward you tonight for pleasantly surprising me and sparing us
both the fuss I felt sure you would make.�

...Would you perhaps like to take a walk in the garden, Hermione?��

A garden.

Outside.

Something
other than the two rooms that were all she had seen for...months.�

�Yes!�
she answered immediately. ��yes please!�� She intentionally employed the word that he
enjoyed hearing best of all... even more than �Lord�, she had come to learn.�

�Thank
you.. Master..�

It was an
uneasy acceptance she found within her heart.�

At some point in the future there would be death... murder.. it would
undoubtedly be bestial.. horrific.. He would insist.�

but tonight.. Tonight there would be a garden...� Fresh air..�
there might be a moon.. stars..�

He would walk with her..�

there would be peace.. approving glances...�

For tonight, she could forget all of the things she knew were wrong or right and pretend to herself that this was all
there was..

These simple moments.�

He took
her hand and brought it to his smooth lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the
inside of her wrist.

�Perhaps
we shall walk there..� he offered generously.

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Quote taken from �“Beyond Good and Evil�, translated
by Helen Zimmern, 1906, reprinted in Courier Dover Publications, New York,
1997, ISBN 0-486-29868-X
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