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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
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- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
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- 17-Ch 17
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- 21-Ch 21
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- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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When Lord Voldemort entered, hours later, after the sun had
set and the curtains been drawn, it was to find Hermione curled up in the silvery
robes in a chair by the fire, immersed in a thick book on her lap.�

She looked up as he closed the door, taking in his deep
green robes with silvery embroidery at the hems.�

He wore an expression of distracted irritation and she styled her face into
something mimicking polite welcome.�

�Shall I kneel for you, my Lord?�

The Dark Lord appeared slightly taken aback but was visibly
pleased. �He paused and appeared to
consider before he countered �Yes, Hermione, show your respect.��

She laid her Tome upon the table and rose from the chair as
gracefully as she could manage, which was, she knew, not very, and walked to the
Dark Lord.� Two metres from his robed
form she stopped and lowered herself to drop lightly to her knees and waited,
her arms dangling at her sides, looking down at the ground before his feet. �

He stepped closer and placed a slender finger beneath her chin, raising her
head slowly until she gazed up at him.

He was smirking faintly and now obviously pleased.� She felt him paging through her memories
again, but it was brief, cursory this time, perhaps merely to confirm what Professor
Snape probably told him.�

She tried to shift away from those thoughts, feeling instinctively that her
natural reactions there could be unproductive at this point.�

She concentrated hard and thought instead about the book she had just been
reading about a particular lost branch of Ancient runes stemming from a culture
some believed to have been one of the peoples of the Iost
continent of Mu.�

�You are learning,
my dear� the Dark Lord�s voice was tinged with amusement and it was clear he
was not talking about Mu in any way.��

He cupped her face with his smooth cool hand, stroking her cheek apparently
affectionately and she managed even to suppress the shudder her body had wanted
to express.

The Dark Lord chuckled.� �Oh how
wonderful! I see that you have finally begun to understand what is expected of
you, Hermione.� Am I to understand that
you have decided you will offer me your assistance in whatever I might require
of you?�

She responded tonelessly. �Yes my Lord.�

The Dark Lord leaned closer, his voice soft and dark now �It
is not sufficient to merely go through the motions, Hermione... to show me what
you think I want to see.� You do
understand that, don�t you?��

�Although you have been trying to persuade yourself to the
contrary, you do have a choice.� You could accept the pain you would face -
accept that it would be beyond your control to prevent harm coming to yourself
or others.�

I promise you - if you were truly determined, there is nothing I could do to
force you to give me what I want.�

You could choose the ..as you seem to believe it.. �higher� path.�

�I hope that you do not, of course.� I abhor the waste of gifted minds.� But I want you to understand exactly what you
are doing.� I want you to admit to
yourself that you choose to serve me�

Hermione�s eyes flickered momentarily �..I...�
Her eyebrows drew together.

�..why does it matter?� she whispered miserably, feeling sick again in the pit
of her stomach, shifting her eyes to the side, away from the serpentine face
hanging above her.�

The Dark Lord ran his fingers down her cheek drawing her
gaze back to him.� His lips twisted
wryly. The light flickered off his vermillion eyes.

He laughed lowly.� �Oh
mudblood, you are so close to giving everything to me, can you feel it?� You desperately want me to force you to obey me with threats and violence, to
prevent you from having to face the truth.�

He leaned down closer to her, slowly, and she felt his magic
uncurl around her, faintly at first but growing slowly as if he were gradually
increasing the volume on a sound she hadn�t been aware of.�

At this level it wasn�t like a searing sun, but a warm buttery wave of tingling
energy flowing through her, twining and merging with her own magic deliciously.
She shivered in pleasure.�

He reached out and slowly ran a pale finger lightly down the
side of her throat and the touch went straight to her core.

She tipped her head back helplessly, her eyes closing and lips falling open in
unwilling bliss.�

She felt the Dark Lord bending over her face, his breath ghosting faintly
across her lips as his palm brushed up her cheek, galvanising her in pleasure.

His cool fingers continued their path upward, delving into her hair and she
moaned softly, unable to stop the feeling now flooding her.� His touch was like something electric, like a
kind of static shock that didn�t stop but tingled and seemingly filled her with
colours, with warm shivery clinging
lines of magnetic force.

She felt like she was falling backwards, spinning. His lips were a mere breath
above her own and she wanted nothing in the world more than for him to kiss
her, touch her, take her.�

�Oh circe.. anything
you want � anything - just don�t stop!��
This was better than anything she had ever felt. �

In that moment he pulled his magic back suddenly and she
gasped in the unwelcome sense of loss, like a chill shadow after the sun moves
behind a cloud.� Awareness returned
abruptly and she felt Lord Voldemorts lip�s lightly
brushing her own.�

She jerked in panic and tried to pull away, but his hand
clenched in her hair painfully, holding her in place.�

The Dark Lord kissed her lightly, chastely.�
A purely symbolic gesture, she had no doubt.� He released her at once, tossing her down to
fall back against her heels aghast, one hand on her lips as he smiled down at
her cruelly.

�..Was it as good for you as it was for me?�

She flinched and cringed, ashamed beyond measure, her eyes
fixed firmly on the floor.

�What is wrong with me?! What just
happened?!� she thought, horrified.�

�I don�t believe your memory is affected, Hermione� the Dark
Lord sounded amused �you know exactly what you most wanted when I touched
you.� You want it still, though you try
to tell yourself that you are appalled�

She turned her eyes up to him forlorn, confusion written
across her features plainly.�

Lord Voldemort smiled calculatingly, �I believe you have put
me in the mood to be social after all.�
Let us visit one or two of your former friends�

She had the heavy ominous feeling that this wouldn�t be a
kindness on the Dark Lord�s part.� She
didn�t want to go.� Didn�t want to see
anyone, didn�t want anyone to see her
now..after..�
However it was clear that it wasn�t an optional excursion. The Dark Lord
had mentioned earlier that he might take her to them and she was quite sure
that it wouldn�t have mattered how she might have greeted him when he returned,
she would invariably have ended up making a visit somewhere with Lord Voldemort
tonight.

�yes my Lord.� Thank You for your generosity, my Lord� she
responded hollowly.�

Hermione looked with trepidation at the black cell door that
Lord Voldemort had brought them both to.�

She suspected strongly that she knew who would be behind it.� She found she was actually afraid to see Ron.� She could already anticipate the things he
would say, could hear the harshness in his voice, the betrayal and anger.� She didnt want to
face him. Didnt want to face herself viewed through
his eyes.�

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to brace herself
for the painful experience.�

�It is not Ronald Weasely, Hermione�
the Dark Lord reassured her.� �Very nearly, but not
quite.� This Weasley is marginally
more useful.� Sly.� But just as insipid as her brother, in her
own way.��

�Ginny� her mind supplied with a groan. This would probably
be almost as unpleasant as meeting Ron would have been. �Would be, she corrected, she would probably be
dragged to him next.

�Not tonight� the Dark Lord sniffed.� �I
can only stand so much of this family
in one evening.� Little Ginevra will tax
my patience sufficiently for tonight I imagine.�� He placed his palm upon the door

�Hermione?� Ginny�s voice was weak
but incredulous. �you�re alive?� I thought you were dead.� I saw
you fall!� What are you doing here?! Oh Merlin,
i�m so glad you�re ok!��

Hermione was too shocked to even respond. �Ginny was chained to manacles affixed to the
back wall of the cell, she had been hanging limply when the door had first
swung open but had immediately lifted her head and tried to pull herself into a
standing position.

And she was naked.

Completely starkers.�

It was somehow infinitely more naked than the woman with Rodolphus had been simply for the fact that Hermione had
only ever seen Ginny clothed while Morel seemed to just be a naturally naked person in her mind.�

Hermione observed, appalled at herself for noticing such a
thing, that the hair on her sex was just as red as that on her head.�

She blushed stupidly.

�Ginny...��

Voldemort swept into the room after Hermione slamming the door
on his way.� �Ah ginevra,
chatty tonight I hope?� Good. Miss
Granger here has been stuck up in her room all day reading with no one to talk
to and she is in need of a good natter.� ...Well.. I say no one.. I learned shortly before visiting you Hermione, that Severus has been quite talkative this
afternoon. Positively running at the mouth in fact.� Highly unusual for him.� You do seem to bring out the worst in my
servants.� I�ll have to watch you or
you�ll seduce all the death eaters
away from me.� He sneered nastily.�

�Hermione??!� Ginny�s voice was
distraught and a note of pleading mingled with suspicion.

�What is going on?� Why are you dressed
like that?� Voldemort visits your room? Why do you have a room? say it isn�t true!!�
Please tell me it�s all a lie just to mess with my head!!� It can�t be true, you would never.. ��

�It�s not true!� Hermione
blurted quickly. �You should know better. He is screwing with both of our heads
for amusement.� Some death eater grabbed
me at the battle and I woke up in a cell here.�

I don�t know when I woke up.� Yesterday I
think.� Some time ago.� A lot of things have happened and some of the
time I was injured and unconscious.� It�s
hard to keep track of time.� I didn�t
betray Harry or the order!!� It wasn�t
me!� I wouldn�t, Ginny!� How can you think that?!!�

Hermione urged her with her eyes to believe her. Ginny
looked like she desperately wanted to.�
An expression of fear warred with relief. ��

�Oh Hermione, I�m disappointed in you� Voldemort chided with
a smirk.� �Bending the truth like
that.� Just because you weren�t actually
present in Harry Potter�s final moments, does not mean you haven�t betrayed him
and, of course, young Ginevra here, oh.. and all your other little order friends, not to mention yourself and everything you thought you
believed in.��

�You�ve hardly been an unwilling guest here so far.� You kissed the hem of my robes, quite without
prompting, my dear; �practically purred when I scratched you behind the ears as you knelt at my feet
yesterday.�

The pleasure on the Dark Lords face was hideous.�

�You slept in my bed last night, you recall and I�m sure you can�t have forgotten how just before
we came to visit dear Ginevra you begged me to take you six ways from Sunday.�

�STOP IT!� Hermione shouted turning away from them both. �That�s
not..� it�s not...�

She turned back to Ginny whose face was stricken as if she
had been slapped. �It�s not..like that.� He�s twisting everything.

I didn�t do anything!

All i tried to do was survive yesterday.

I didnt want to do it but i
didnt know what was going on and he was so...� �and
there were all these people watching
me and he just kept making me do things and he
put me on his bed - I had no choice - I couldn�t move at the time from the
after-effects of the cruciatus curse and nothing at all happened.� He knocked
me out.

...And before I came here he did something to me.� It was like the imperius
a bit and he kissed me.. but
not really kissed me - just a peck
and I think he just did it so he could throw it at you now.� Ginny, please believe me its�

�SHUT UP!!� Ginny screamed.�

�I don�t believe you, you whore!� I
always knew Harry shouldn�t trust
you.� I knew you were a two faced bitch
from the start.� You fucking DISGUST me.� If I could reach you, I�d tear your fucking
throat out!� I don�t know if you killed Harry
� I wouldn�t put it past you, you poisonous slag,� but I believe that you DID betray
everyone to this snake faced bastard.��

�Ginny.. I didn�t� Hermione sobbed.
�YES.� You fucking did, Hermione.� You knelt
down in front of him.�

You kissed his stinking robes!� Don�t you
get it? Are you thick?!�

Hermione dropped bonelessly to the floor, staring up at Ginny
through her tears� �I..I
know that.� I know it.� I just didn�t want to think about it Ginny.� What have I done?!� What am I going to do? �Oh Ginny!! What do I do now?!�

�You shouldn�t let her upset you, Hermione� the Dark Lord
offered in mock comforting tones.�
�Ginevra is somewhat hypocritical, in case you hadn�t noticed.� She is conveniently forgetting that she
herself..eagerly...knelt
for me years ago.� Quite the early bloomer,
weren�t you Ginevra.� You had a hot little mouth on you for one so
young and you were always begging for more, �I�d do anything for you Tom! ��oh yes, there! �Oh god, more�, cant you stay a little longer? Why do you always have to leave?!�
�

�You were such a demanding little chit�

Ginny looked like thunder. �Shut your fucking mouth you
white faced freak!� You possessed me with
your revolting book.� I wouldn�t touch
you with a ten foot broomstick!�

Hermione watched her face and found she suddenly wasn�t sure
whether Ginny was telling the truth.� Had
she been possessed the whole time back then?�

How much of it had been willing.�

Had she known?!� No.
She couldn�t have known.

�Perhaps..� Lord Voldemort appeared
pensive, wrapping one arm around himself and resting his elbow upon it to
stroke his chin with his hand, his fingers brushing his thin lips as they had
in the ballroom when she had first seen him.�

He shifted his gaze to Hermione and smirked faintly, then drew
his wand and raised it above his head, pointing it down toward himself, muttering
an incantation.� Sweeping his wand down
his body it was as if a heat shimmer followed, transfiguring his features.� The effect crawled out of his sleeves and
altered his hands in the same way.�

Hermione gaped and noted from the corner of her eye that Ginny
was similarly affected.�

The man.. she
almost wanted to say the boy,
couldn�t have been more than his early twenties.�

He was breath-stealingly handsome, his black wavy
hair glossy and perfectly styled, his face was... perfect..� nothing else could
describe it.� It was a sculptor�s dream
of angelic symmetry. �

He was pale, not as unnaturally white as he had been a minute earlier, and
certainly not at all pallid, rather his smooth light complexion only served to
highlight his dark hair and unusually beautiful features. �Fine eloquent brows, dark expressive eyes, a nose straight and chiselled as a roman centurion.

His perfect cupids bow lips were curved into a knowing smirk as he bathed in
the admiring expressions of the two girls before him.�

�..Tom� she heard Ginny murmur forlorn. �

Hermione tried to reconcile this ..person..
with the image in her mind of Lord Voldemort and it
was not computing.� �Circe.. they must have been falling all
over you in school� she muttered.�

�Oh they were, Hermione. Do not doubt it. �Girls, boys, teachers,
parents.� The face I wear now is
just one more reluctant sacrifice I have made in this war.��

His voice seemed deeper;� fuller.� More resonant. It
too was much more attractive.

The Dark Lord sauntered over to her, extending a hand to
help her to her feet.� She took it and he
lifted her, drawing her up against his body as he did.� His face was only a few inches from her
own.� She realised she was still staring.�

�On the other hand� the Dark Lord continued
conversationally, �My other form does have some advantages.� It evokes fear effortlessly, for one.��

�The men I command are not gentle fellows.�
In this body I had to be ten times as ruthless and cruel to maintain
their devotion...� ...and of course I
waste less time on washing and styling my hair and shaving now��

The adonis before her smirked but it didnt seem cruel - no on this face, it was cute.

She sputtered internally at her own favourable response to a
superficial change in the appearance of someone she knew to be an evil mass murderer.�
She could suddenly understand how helpless Ginny would have been against
this when she was a young girl � she had been barely more than a child just
trying to grow up, just beginning to notice boys.�

The full force of this creature�s flattery would be devastating.�

She looked over at Ginny, who had tears rolling down her
face and had pressed herself up against the wall so hard it looked painful.� Lord Voldemort
followed her gaze and his perfect face twisted in sympathy and regret.�

He let Hermione go and hurried toward Ginny.

�Oh Gin, my darling, I�m sorry.� I�m so so sorry, I didnt mean to hurt you.��

His face was so earnestly contrite and pained.�

He waved his hand and Ginny�s bindings snapped open
releasing her.�

�Tom?� she whispered, her eyes wide.�

Lord Voldemort swept her up and enfolded her in his arms
tenderly, pressing her head to his chest and kissing her forehead.�

�Its ok now my
love, my life.� Its all alright now.�
I�m sorry I had to trick you but they would have hurt you if they had known how much you mean to me.� But now you�re here and we can be
together��

Hermione bristled.�
She had felt a stab of something like jealousy when The Dark Lord had
left her to go and embrace Ginny but after hearing that last heartfelt gush, it
was obvious the Dark Lord was simply
being cruel again for his own entertainment.

�Oh Tom.. why
did you use me like that?!�� Ginny was
sobbing.� �I loved you so much.�
I would have done anything for you. Why did you try to kill me?� I would have found you someone else to use if
you had asked me to and then we could have been together forever!��

Voldemort�s face was strained and Hermione saw actual tears rolling down his cheeks.� Sickening.� Why couldn�t Ginny see how ridiculous it was?!..�

�I was afraid if I warned you, you would tell them and then
they would destroy the diary. � He tilted� Ginnys face
up to look at him

�It wouldn�t have killed you, my love, I would have brought you back and then I
would have taken you away from there with me, but we were interrupted before
the spell was finished and I lost you.. for so
long.��

Hermione felt a strange mix of emotions but jealousy and
insecurity were starting to move ahead of suspicion and disapproval and come to
the fore in a way she was definitely not comfortable with.� She discovered that she wanted this to be a lie.

�Kiss me, my beloved� the Dark Lord was saying and she
watched, pierced now by unfamiliar barbs of anger, as Ginny hungrily kissed the
beautiful boy who she reminded herself was still
the same Lord Voldemort she walked in here with. Their mouths wound
passionately against each other, tongues tousling.

Ginny had reached up to put her arms around Voldemort�s neck and was playing
with his hair.

Hermione heard her moan and found she wanted to stamp over
there and tear her off him.�

What was wrong with her?! �Feeling
possessive of the Dark Lord now?� Had she
hit her head?� He was an evil monster!

She certainly didnt want him anywhere near her! �

�Tell me you forgive me, Gin! � tell me you still want me!� the
Dark Lord was imploring.

�I do!� I do Tom!� I�ll always love you! Please don�t leave me
again!�

�Tell me you�d touch me with a ten foot broom, Ginevra� the
Dark Lord asked coldly, not releasing her and the sneer was actually audible in his voice.�

Ginny stiffened.�

�Tom?�

�Oh Gin�, Lord Voldemort
chastised smugly �Dont you get it?� Are you thick?!�

Ginny immediately started struggling and fighting against
him while he laughed cruelly, enjoying her distress.�

Hermione looked away and sighed.� She had thought that something like that
would happen.� Lord Voldemort was simply
not that nice.� Ever.� Hadn�t Ginny ever seen the real him at all
back then?� Had he acted the whole
time?� Had she just not wanted to see?

Voldemort, or even Tom Riddle, wasn�t the kind of gushing hearts and flowers
type that you eloped with.� He was more
the kind who shagged you up against a statue in the corridor, leaving you shuddering
and twitching in a puddle of lust and body fluids on the floor while he
sauntered off to bed.� �

The Dark Lord had thrown Ginny to the ground before him
where she now buried her head in her hands and sobbed like the world was
ending.� Hermione wondered incongruently
if she had cried like this over Harry.�
Poor Harry...

The Dark Lords attention flashed to her instantaneously and
he raised his wand �Do not try me, Hermione!�

She gulped and shook her head, looking once again at Ginny.�

The beautiful young man frowned down at the weeping naked girl
sprawled on the floor before him.�

�Ginevra.� Don�t you think you should apologise to your friend for your outburst earlier.� You, of all people, should have shown a
little more sympathy toward her.��

Ginny only cried harder at this.�

�Ginny.. I�m sorry� Hermione
whispered.�

�Shut up� Ginny bawled petulantly, her words slightly
muffled through her hands.

The Dark Lord sighed long sufferingly

�Hermione.. What am I to do with you?!� It seems you�re now so eager to obey me, you�re even following my instructions for others.�
Ginevra has mistreated you,
you have nothing to apologise to her for.�
Please reign in your hyperactive guilt at every little thing happening
around you for one minute, if you can.��

�Why her?� Ginny sobbed up at him
now. �What does that boring fugly mudblood slag have that I can�t give you?�

She wiped at her eyes with the backs of her hands, looking for all things like
a small child suddenly.

�why don�t you want me� she wailed.� �

The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes as he looked down at her,
his face twisting into a snarl.�

�Since you asked so nicely
Gin, my sweet, I�ll explain to you
exactly how overwhelmingly inferior you are to Miss Granger, currently standing
politely over there and suffering silently in her sympathy for you.��

�Hermione is first of all more interesting than yourself,
she has engaged in political and cultural activities such as those with her
misguided house elf movement, her interactions with magical creatures in the
forbidden forest, she is constantly involved in some school organization or
other, in tutoring less capable students such as yourself, patrolling the
corridors or in supporting her peers, not that those things are of interest to me, but while remaining well informed
and conversant on political, scientific and cultural developments in both the
wizarding and muggle worlds she also manages to keep constantly abreast of the
more hidden happenings in her immediate environment, the motives and
preoccupations of her teachers, of order members and now, even of my death eaters.��

�She is an interesting conversationalist for that reason.� Unlike yourself, Ginevra.� There is more to the world than boys, dresses and quiddich you know.��

�Secondly, as I don�t expect you to dispute, Hermione could
outthink you on your best day even if she had a concussion and were covered in
angry Cornish pixies.�

Hermione couldn�t help snickering at that image and Voldemort
flicked his gaze toward her briefly, smirking, before returning his attention
to the pale red haired girl.�

�Her mind SO surpasses
your own limited intellectual capabilities that it beggers
my capacity to describe exactly how far apart you truly are in a way that you
would understand.� You are an ape next to
her, Ginevra.��

The girl slumped slightly, wrapping her arms more tightly
around herself.� Tears sliding silently
down her face.�

�But let us move to areas you can better appreciate, since I
know that the mind has never been something you have been in danger of
overvaluing.� - Hermione is physically superior to yourself.� Her body is more shapely, her breasts more
pert, her nipples a more pleasing shade, her hips are slender and yet womanly,
her legs longer and more elegant, her skin is tanned and unblemished, with the exception
of a few scars which I can not really hold against
her, since I know quite well that my death eaters gave them to her.��

�Are you beginning to get the picture yet, Ginevra?��

�Hermione�s face is more appealing than your own, her lips
beg to be kissed; �her
eyes dance with constantly changing expressions. Her hair is soft and wild and shining and not at all ginger.��

�She. �Is. �More. �Beautiful. �Than. �You!�� -
And as for your appellation �slag�,
there is only one person in this room at present who would be able to collect
unicorn hair, Ginevra.��

Hermione blushed and frowned at him about to splutter in
embarrassed insult.� He waved at her
dismissively.

�How many boys have you given yourself to, Ginny?�
Harry would have been horrified to know.�

Did he believe he was your first?�

So many of your
classmates have tasted your rather mediocre wares.� Did you care for any of them?�

...I know that you didn�t.�

So there are two more things Hermione could
theoretically give me that you cannot - her innocence and her devotion.��

Ginevra looked like she was in shock.� She stared with gaping sightless eyes at the
handsome boy above her, her hands shaking.�

�And then we come to the most important part, at least in my
personal opinion:� magical ability.�

I�ll make it short and sweet.� Hermione
could destroy you utterly without breaking a sweat, you pitiable little tart.�

The fact that she hasn�t thus far is
perhaps a testament to her boundless patience, which, suffice it to say, FAR exceeds my own.�

She is not only extremely broadly studied, her knowledge base delving even into
the dark arts, but in terms of raw power she is formidable.� She was far stronger than poor..late..Mr Potter.�
Perhaps he should have sent her
to fight me instead while he waited in the castle.��

Ginny jerked as if kicked.�

�And there is one other thing Ginevra..��

There was a pause and then suddenly Ginny yelped and crawled
backward desperately scrabbling to get away.�

When she reached the wall she curled herself into a tight ball and
whimpered.�

Hermione understood then because she could feel it now from
where she was standing.. the
Dark Lords magic uncurling and licking at her own, teasing at her.� She licked her lips, fighting the urge to go
to him.

The force suddenly became ten times stronger and she fell to her knees
blindly.�

She could hear Ginny wailing in apparent pain, begging the
Dark Lord to make it stop.�

Hermione bathed in the glorious
energy washing over her; breathed it in hungrily.�

It became stronger still as the Dark Lord approached her and
she whined in the back of her throat at the pleasure that was almost pain, so
powerfully was it affecting her.� The
dark waves receded slightly as the Dark Lord scaled his magic back to a more
enjoyable level, and faintly Hermione registered that Ginny had stopped
screaming now.�

Circe he was beautiful, she thought, helplessly tossed in
the delicious nimbus of his magical aura.�
He was like a dark wild thing, like a force of nature..
except he was in control.� He was always in control..
of everything and everyone.�

It was breathtaking.�

The Dark Lord was standing directly over her, not touching
her, merely looking down upon her appraisingly, his eyes sliding over her,
marking how strongly he was affecting her by his will alone.�

�Do you see, Ginevra?� he tossed at the redhead curled
against the wall, watching them both.�
�Do you see how even her magic calls to mine, welcomes me, desires to
blend with my own.� Quite against her
will, she is mine.��

As if to illustrate this the Dark Lords magic swelled �and Hermione
moaned and shuddered, her fingers clenching and unclenching.�

�Please..� she whispered..

�Yes, Hermione?� Lord Voldemort
asked in a low voice� �What
is it you want?�

She wrinkled her forehead briefly.� What did she want.. she didnt know.� More.. more of this feeling.. something
was missing it was ..almost.. sooo good.�

And then it was better.�

She felt hands pulling her to her feet and it seemed wherever they touched her,
her body sang and pulsed.� Burning lips
brushed hers and she responded blindly pulling the body closer, her hands
coming up and clinging.�

She struggled to focus her eyes.� The
gorgeous black haired god holding her was the Dark Lord.� She needed to focus.� Ohh.. but she just wanted him... she had
wanted him even when he was pale and serpentlike.. and now he was so
beautiful.�

The Dark Lord suddenly crushed his lips against hers and she
parted her own lips eagerly for his questing tongue.�

It was like she was on fire.� Colours..� it
was like she was melting into his hard warm body, his warm slippery muscle in
her mouth sliding over and tangling with her own.�

And then she felt the magic receding gently, like the tide going out.� Carefully.. oh so carefully he reeled his magic back in.� Hermione continued to kiss him
passionately.�

The Dark Lord was walking her backward and then she felt the wall behind her.
She was winding her hips against him, an ache in her core that she had never
felt quite like this before.� Her fingers plucking at him, tightening, pulling.�

He was pressing her into the stone with the plane of his hard body; pulling
away from her mouth briefly to trail rough bruising kisses along her jaw, down
her throat, making her groan in heated hunger; returning to punish her mouth
some more with burning devouring kisses.

She could feel his cock hard against her and it only made
her hotter.�

She wanted to see him.. see
his body and then she felt his wand hand withdraw from sliding over her sides
and her breast and there was a faint flicker at the edge of her awareness.�

She registered that something had changed.. his kisses felt different.�
Something was missing.�

She blinked muzzily and found herself looking into
red glittering eyes with black vertical slits.�
She gulped.

His nose.. that
was what had been missing..�

Now though.. it
was peculiar.. she could almost see how aside from
those two features and the absence of all hair and the..ahem..
extreme bleaching.. his
facial structure was the same.. more mature perhaps.. he was older in this form. But..otherwise..
it was as if she could almost squint her eyes and see
the resemblance to that beautiful boy with the stormy hair and deep blue eyes.�

His eyes had been pretty.� It was a shame.

Lord Voldemort slowly..cautiously,
as if she were a skittish animal, moved forward again and kissed her
gently.�

Tilting his head slightly as if he still had a nose..nudging
her mouth lightly with his own.�

Unsure of why, she parted her lips hesitantly and allowed him to kiss her, his
tongue teasing her own and retreating, until she found herself following,
kissing him back, closing her eyes and giving herself over to the pleasure his
kisses and stroking hands were evoking.�

�Oh my god� the small shocked and disgusted voice of Ginny
broke through the wonderful haze Hermione floated in.�

She had forgotten Ginny was even there.� And now she had to face what she had done.. it was painted across the red
haired girl�s face.�

Hermione felt like her chest was caving in with guilt and shame.�

The Dark Lord read the change in her and his expression
darkened.� he
snarled, narrowing his eyes and whirled, rounding on the girl.� �CRUCIO!!� He
roared.�

Ginny�s screams were impossibly high and loud, they were mindless in their raw
painful urgent desperation.�

Hermione thought she must suffocate from the lack of breath it took to produce
the unnatural ongoing shrieking.�

The girls eyes were rolled back in her head and she
was shaking as if in a epileptic fit.�

The screams cut off abruptly but Hermione could see that the
Dark Lord had not stopped cruciating her, he had
simply silenced her and continued.�

He was visibly seething, his hand raised
and splayed, pointing at the writhing rolling silent girl.�

The sound of her limbs slapping against the floor and walls
could still be heard.�

Hermione moved nervously off the wall and gingerly
approached the Dark Lord.� His gaze
flicked briefly to her and then back to Ginny, his eyes narrowing
vindictively.�

She hesitated, afraid, and then put out her hand to touch his extended arm,
looking up at him, finally tugging weakly against his robe, her eyes imploring
him to stop.�

Astoundingly, he did, turning to her immediately and advancing on her
threateningly.� She backed up swiftly,
cringing and averting her eyes.�

�Sorry.. sorry..�
she flustered, her back meeting the wall behind unexpectedly.�

�Stop apologising� the Dark Lord hissed angrily. �

�Sorry� she said, meaning for apologising and then flinched,
her face somewhere between terrified and sheepish

�um.. i
didnt mean to do that actually.� Apologise again. And I�m probably going to do
it again any second now without realising it..� Hermione
babbled, flustered, her eyes flicking to the Dark Lord and away again
repeatedly, wanting desperately not to anger him any further.

He studied her with a dark mien, his eyes glittering for a
long uncomfortable minute before, finally, the dark cloud appeared to break and
he snorted softly as if amused against his will, running an exasperated hand
down his face.�

�Do you know, Hermione, exactly how many people in this world
would dare to actually tug at the
Dark Lord�s arm while he held someone under the cruciatus?�

Merlin.. do you know how many
people would dare to tug at my arm when I am sitting at state in a good mood?� I can think of only a handful who might try it if they believed I were
somehow in danger of catching fire
without immediate intervention.�

�I�m �s-�

�Dont
say it again, you infernal child�

Lord Voldemort appeared to take a deep calming breath before
turning and regarding the crumpled witch crying silently in agony on the
floor.� His eyes hardened again.�

Hermione whispered at him breathlessly, her heart beating
out of her chest� �Please,
my Lord..� Please can�t you just leave
her?� Its
enough.� Please don�t hurt her any more!�

He glanced with irritation at her.� �It is not enough. I am still angry.�

Hermione threw herself to her knees desperately and crawled
forward to reach with her fingertips toward the Dark Lords hem.� �Then punish me, my Lord. I beg you.� I will take her place.� �

The Dark Lord appeared to consider this possibility.� He tilted his head appreciatively, enjoying
seeing her prostrate and begging.� He
kicked his robe aside and extended his dragonhide
boot toward her.� �Show me..� he taunted.�

Hermione gulped.� She
kept her head down.� She couldn�t face
catching Ginny�s face even out of the corner of her eye.

�I�m waiting, Hermione� The Dark Lord pressed, testily.�

Hating herself she crept forward and pressed a kiss to the
toe of the Dark Lord�s boot, shuffling backward again quickly.�

�Mmm... you please me yet again,
girl� Lord Voldemort murmured.� �Very well.� I will
leave Ginevra alone for tonight.� Perhaps, if you are inventive and determined
enough, you may distract me from punishing her indefinitely.� I�m sure she will not be thankful to you in
the slightest, but I daresay it won�t stop you from trying to save her
worthless hide anyway.� Come to me, i wish to apparate us now.�

Hermione hesitated and remained on the floor beginning to
tremble.� �My Lord..�

�Oh what is it now, Hermione?! You are trying my patience
most severely now�

�I know, my Lord.. i�m sorr..-um
i wish to ask if there is anything I might do for a boon�

The Dark Lord inhaled disapprovingly, apprehension clouding
his face.� �What is it you want, Hermione?
I will decide whether you may have it and if so, what it will cost you�

Hermione�s trembling progressed to a fully fledged terrified
shake.�

�Please take Ginny out of the cells, my Lord.�
Give her a room and something to wear. She is only sixteen and despite
perhaps not being the nicest person at times, she doesn�t deserve this.��

Hermione paused and swallowed. �If you do this, I will do whatever you want�

The Dark Lord looked dubious, raising one hairless brow and
considering the level of commitment evinced.�
Finally he spoke.

�if I do this Hermione, you will take my mark and
swear your loyalty to me before all my death eaters at a time of my choosing.�

She froze, shocked.�
She had expected some degrading order of some kind, she had even
considered the Dark Lord might require of her some sexual favour but.. this.. was
much more serious.� Much
more costly than she had anticipated.

She heard slapping and looked over to see Ginny fighting
through her cramping agony, smacking the floor with her hand trying to get her
attention, her mouth moving silently and her head shaking frantically.� �NO!!�
NO!!�� She seemed to be screaming.

The Dark Lord noticed too and quickly stunned her. Ginny
collapsed, her eyes closed, although her random twitching continued.�

�Decide, Miss Granger� he commanded imperiously. �this offer is only good for the next five minutes�

She flinched, thinking hard about whether she was prepared
to go this far for Ginny Weasley.�

A dark part inside her was suddenly speaking up and protesting this sacrifice
for someone who had been so horrible to her and was asserting that she deserved
what she got � the silly cow hadn�t even wanted her help, she should refuse the
Dark Lord�s offer.�

Most of her tried to ignore the cruel voice.�

Suddenly an even darker voice put its two cents in.� �you know you�re
just going to end up taking the mark eventually anyway when the Dark Lord
decides he wants you to.� At least this
way you can get something out of it.�

You might need Ginny for something at some point in here.� You never know.��

She snorted.� Thank
you oh so much, inner slytherin, she thought. �

But she couldn�t deny that it..she.. had a point, as much as the idea might twist her insides
right now.�

The voice spoke up again, out of the depths: �you know.. the Dark Lord seems to really
want you to take the mark, and probably thinks you�ll refuse now, you could
probably get more out of this offer if you tried�

�My Lord..� she spoke hesitantly �If
i agree will you promise that Ginny will not be
harmed - �that she won�t be tortured or
raped?�

The Dark Lord appeared to consider this from all
angles.�

�I may be willing to agree to that Miss Granger..� he said slowly.�

�And I�ll want an unbreakable vow� she responded immediately.

�No!� the Dark Lord hissed, furious. �I will not risk my
life for this offal, neither will I allow the risk of
yours.� I determine whether you die, Hermione, not you. You belong to me.� �

�A wand oath then� she countered.�

The Dark Lord�s expression was surly.� �...acceptable.� But we will clarify the terms further I
believe.� Ginevra will not by my
intention or with my knowledge have physical violence employed upon her against her own wishes, nor will she be
obligated to engage in any sexual act against
her own wishes.

She will still be able to freely participate in acts with others of a sexual or
violent nature if she chooses to do so.�
Furthermore, I will not be responsible for accidental harm she may bring
upon herself or which may be enacted upon her without my knowledge, although I
will endeavour to prevent such incidents from occurring.��

�She will be given a basic room with a bed and some
rudimentary form of clothing sufficient to hide her nakedness.� I will not be outfitting her for a ball. �She will remain a prisoner, albeit a
significantly more comfortable one.��

Hermione thought about this.�
It seemed more than..reasonable.. She was sure
she was missing some angle somehow that made it possible for the Dark Lord to
do horrible things to her anyway but she couldn�t see it.�

�And for this I will agree to take the dark mark, at a time
of your choosing, my Lord.��

Lord Voldemort seemed pleased.� Now she was certain she had missed something
that would bite her in the ass when she learned what it was, but there was
nothing else she could think of to do to avoid a flaw she couldn�t see.�

�Then let us seal it�, Voldemort suggested quickly.�

�My wand?� Hermione reminded him.
�I don�t have one right now.�

�Of course you do� he countered �you are merely not trusted
to use it responsibly. Should I think you might resist the temptation to
misbehave I will return it to you, Hermione.�

He reached into an impossible inside pocket of his beautifully tailored fitted
robes and extracted her wand.�

�You had it on you
the entire time?� she muttered, disgusted, reaching for it impatiently with
extended arm.

The Dark Lord raised it slightly out of her reach, teasing her with it a few
times.� Finally she got to her feet and
leaped for it, ripping it from his hand, pulling it to her body and cradling
it, stroking it with her fingers, so happy to feel it again.�

She had almost reconciled herself to not having it and hadn�t realised how thin
and pale she�d felt without it.� Now it
was like all her magic was flowing smoothly through her, sharpened by this
slender focal point.�

The Dark Lord watched her caressing her wand with
amusement.� �Such a pity you wasted your ..boon on
poor unappreciative Ginevra.� You might
have secured your wand back instead.�
Would you like to change your wish?�
If you beg nicely..i
may consider it.��

She scowled at him.�
She really did want her wand back and Ginny really was an ungrateful
little snot but she still couldn�t toss her to the wolves.

�As you like, Hermione, Far be it from me to try to persuade
you to correct errors that benefit me. Raise your wand��

The Dark Lord touched his own to the tip of hers and they
made the vow.� As she felt the magic of
the oath pulse and be reabsorbed, once again the ominous feeling struck her that
something about this was going to bite her later on.�

After the oath Lord Voldemort held his hand out for her
wand.�

Momentarily she considered making a fuss about giving it back but decided it
wouldn�t help and she would probably just have a harder time getting the Dark
Lord to give it to her again.�

Extremely reluctantly she passed it back and watched
longingly as he replaced it in his inside pocket.�

�If you cant think of any other
irritating reason to delay, Hermione� the Dark Lord extended his hand for her
to step close for side along apparition. She quickly took his arm and they
popped out of the cell.
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