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The Defining Prophecy	By : Landquist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 21976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hermione woke up extremely early the next morning feeling fulfilled. A very dim light was creeping in through the window curtains into what was otherwise a dark room. Harry wouldn't wake up for another hour therefore Hermione had time to herself to lay in bed and contemplate her night.

September 14, five more days until her birthday. The daily marking off of her mental calendar had become her first daily ritual and one school week separated her from her apparent purpose in life. Chagrin flooded her mind.

Harry slept peacefully most of the time. She had expected his dreams that he was so famous for would bother her sleep, or at the very least stress her out, apparently the Dark Lord truly had cut the connection the best he could. She did not dare to ask him why, she assumed that talking about Harry in front of Voldemort would only mean severe pain for her.

Harry Potter really was an impressive physical specimen. He slept in nothing but his briefs and even in the dim light she could see the lean muscles of his upper body. Harry wasn't skinny in her eyes, he was fit, Quidditch had given him an athletic body without gross bulky muscles and she liked that. He was shorter than she usually liked, thinking of the wonderful way that the Dark Lord towered over her, but still tall enough that she had to tilt her head back and lean upwards to kiss him.

She prayed he would be gentle with her five days from now, and realized for the first time that Harry would probably be much more considerate than Lord Voldemort. She loved the Dark Lord's dominating nature but he probably wasn't the one you wanted taking your virginity unless a trip to St. Mungo's was your ultimate goal afterwards. Hermione blushed at her thoughts.

A few hours earlier she had appeared in the same dungeon she had visited weeks ago and her excitement was so great that she failed to notice the Dark Lord's quick movements.

She felt herself suddenly fly across the room and land against one of the stone walls. Ropes immediately flew from the ceiling and attached to her hands leaving her standing on her tip toes staring into the darkness of the room.

Voldemort emerged from a corner of the room wearing nothing but black trousers. Hermione balked, she had never seen him wearing anything but his wizarding robes and to see his snake-like face wearing such casual attire was bizarre, but not all together unpleasant. In her mind she had picture him as an emaciated figure. The physical product of Dark Magic could not be attractive, she was certain his body would be deformed like his face, but was proven wrong. He was lean and muscular, bigger than Harry as she would conclude the next morning, his body screamed physical strength and dominance.

Herimione's mind was reeling. The Dark Lord had a body like a greek god and as far as she knew he did not practice any sport or exercise, the idea of Voldemort in a gym was absurd. She realized the raw power of his magic probably maintained his body, someone with magical capabilities like him did not grow physically weak, that was part of the reason why strong wizards lived to be so old. For the first time, since she was made aware of the prophecy, she felt lucky.

During her inner musings Voldemort had vanished her clothes and now stood in the center of the room allowing her to admire him. His need was terrific but he had to maintain his composure, it would do a slave no good to see her master lose his control. When she finally made eye contact with him he sneered, "Have you missed me Mudblood?" Her response was quick, without hesitation, it pleased him greatly, "I'll admit that I have missed our meetings as well my dear." She smiled back at him.

He chuckled quietly, since their last visit he had done vast amounts of research on bindings like theirs, the most interesting information had come from a very old, almost rotting, book. The girl would have a physical need to be around him constantly after her birthday, and even with Potter involved he was sure she was already feeling the effects of her future so close to her birthday.

Shackles came out of the floor wrapped around her ankles and spread her legs, she shivered in anticipation. Voldemort walked towards her until he was mere inches from her chest and then stopped. Hermione strained against her bindings, desperately trying to make physical contact with him. His face revealed no expression but he reached out to caress her face. When she moaned and pressed against his hand his eyes flashed a brilliant red. "You've earned this, I see how hard my absence has been on you." She looked at him longingly but did not say a word.

He dropped to his knees and Hermione, even in her dazed state, realized the meaning behind his actions and reveled in what he was symbolically giving her. His hands rubbed her hips and she bucked against them, when he placed a light kiss on her folds she nearly screamed.

His tongue was not forked, like most people probably thought. Had Hermione been mental available she would have noticed startling similarities between Harry and Voldemort's technique. His tongue seemed like it was everywhere at once, he would tease her clit until she almost came, and then move his attentions elsewhere. When she began crying and begging for release he smiled against her entrance.

"You will repay me for this girl" She screamed in agreement and when he began nibbling on her clit Hermione in her crazed state made the biggest mistake of her life to date. Screaming his name, his actual name given to him at birth, before her orgasm knocked her out.

Her bonds released her and she crumpled to the ground, laying there in a heap, still blacked out. "How dare a MUDBLOOD use that name! HOW DARE SHE! DOES SHE KNOW WHO SHES TALKING TO!!!" Voldemort was screaming audibly, before grabbing the unconscious girl and dragging her by the hair out of the room.

Lord Voldemort dragged her through the hallways of Malfoy Manor, not caring who saw, he cursed Narcissa Malfoy as she passed by and left her as a crying ball on the floor. He reached his chambers and threw the girl onto the bed, still fuming with anger. Rennervate

Hermione realized her surroundings had changed, with her mind still blurry she moved her hands around the bed, feeling the sheets. Then realization struck. Panic, for the first time, took over and her adrenaline spiked into defensive mode.

She flipped her body over, slid off the bed and crouched next to the bedpost. Her moves were animalistic and surprised Voldemort, he made a quick decision and tossed his wand across the room. "My Lord I'm sorry, forgive me please I was dazed and overwhelmed, please please forgive me." Hermione knew her pleas were falling on deaf ears and her defensive position deepened. "I rewarded you whore and now you will pay for you insolence. You will never be worthy of using that name, your blood does not grant you the status of even thinking it." He lunged at her and instinctively she ducked. Lunging away from his grasp she sprinted a couple of steps before hurtling a chair, then kicking it back in his direction, hoping to slow him down. Her movements surprised her and she felt a moment of athletic pride before she heard him hiss behind her.

The chair had struck his shin and his eyes blazed with anger. Hermione felt every ounce of her Gryffindor pride swell up inside her, and with the combination of the panic, she changed her tactics. "You cannot kill me my Lord, your plans would be completely ruined, I am truly sorry for what I did, but send me back now and I swear I'll redeem myself for my terrible mistake." My God, I really need to learn how to persuade, realizing at once how stupid her little speech was.

His laugh was manic and he lunged for her before she could react, his hands were around her neck before her mind registered what was happening. He lifted her from the ground and ignored her frantic grabbing and clawing at his arms. Throwing her on the bed, he turned her onto her stomach and held both of her wrists above her head with one hand. "I have decided how you will repay me, my precious whore, I cannot take your virginity, but I will help myself to another hole I enjoy almost as much."

Her screams, mixed with his laughter, echoed throughout the entire mansion. Her struggling doubled in strength but she was unable to dislodge him. Her screams and begging were incoherent and manic, hoping he would relent, being terrified of the complete pain he would give her.

His member pressed against her rosebud, ready to take her without any preparation, but realized quickly that the hole would not give to him that easily. He grabbed the back of her head, thrusting her face upwards, ignoring her cries of pain he placed two fingers against her mouth. "Suck them slut, this is your one chance to ease the process, I suggest you take it."

She began sucking fiercely, hoping to ease her punishment, lubricating his fingers the best she could. He removed them after a moment and thrust them into her back entrance. Hermione screamed in pain and bucked forward hoping to dislodge his fingers. He hissed at the tightness of her hole as her body tried to remove his digits.

He did not speak but did still for a moment. She quieted down quickly, realizing that he was giving her a chance to adjust. He pumped his fingers roughly for several long moments, she did not cry out but moaned into the sheets as quietly as she could, not wanting to anger him more.

Voldemort admired her effort to appease him, but not enough to retract his threat, a lesson had to be taught. He removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his member at her entrance, thrusting in quickly, feeling her skin give way and then rip as he moved past her entrance. Her scream would have been maddening to a normal person, but Voldemort ignored her.

After a few moments her screams of pain died down into moans and he began thrusting roughly, knowing he wouldn't last long when surrounded by this kind of tightness and heat. "When that boy takes your virginity I want you to think of this night, remember that I had your body first, remember that the pleasure and pain I give you are beyond anything he is capable of giving." His thrusts became frantic and sporadic and Hermione could physically feel him nearing his end, therefore, in an desperate act of trying to please him she thrust her arse against him, ignoring the mind-numbing pain, and clenched her muscles around him. He grabbed her body and pressed her against him as he came, moaning into her neck, sending chill bumps down her body despite the pain.

A moment later he released her body fully. He stood up, found his wand and cleansed himself. Sitting down at his desk he watched her. She had barely moved but was crying pitifully, he saw that she was bleeding rather badly. He made no movement to rise and go to her and she said nothing to him. After several long moments she looked up at him imploringly, "I am truly sorry my Lord." He stood and walked to the bed.

"You are forgiven, now, you need to lay still, I'll heal you." Hermione was shocked, she was prepared to be sent back to Hogwarts and being expected to heal herself, she knew that this was as close to an apology she would ever get from him. He began muttering incantations that she had never heard before, she supposed the language he was using was considered dead, but was unable to identify it.

She felt the changes in her body, her wounds were healing, and she knew her body would show no signs of this abuse in the morning. However, he stopped his chants before the pain had completely subsided. "You need to remember the pain Hermione, you will be sore tomorrow." She caught the use of her name this time and looked searchingly into his eyes. He acted as though he had done nothing out of the ordinary, but did adjust her body so that her head lay across his chest as he leaned against the headboard of the bed. She broke the silence, "what was that incantation?" He chuckled, "I just raped you girl and your interested to know how I healed you?" She nodded. "It is an ancient Visigoth chant that heals to the same effect as a nurse's potions, but much more quickly, I was worried you had severe internal damage and did not want to waste the time to brew a potion." She did not speak, a little dumbfounded by his attentions. "The language you heard was a modified Latin used by early Germanic tribes."

"I'm going to send you back now, I know you probably wish this meeting would have gone differently, but I do not regret it, you will never use that name again." She nodded. He picked her up gently and held her gaze for several long moments.

Then he kissed her. She almost gasped into his mouth, completely shocked by his actions. THE DARK LORD WAS KISSING HER! She returned the kiss, but he felt her shock and snickered against her mouth. When he broke the kiss she was breathing hard. She felt magic swirl around her and as he placed her gently on the floor the room became blurry.

Now, laying in bed with Harry Potter, she contemplated her situation. Lord Voldemort had raped her, violently, and yet she wasn't angry. She was scared, but that was a constant around him, however mad did not appear in her emotional sphere. He had been undoubtedly cruel, which was expected of him, what shocked her was the kindness afterwards. He had been borderline affectionate, he had kissed her! These actions were unheard of for the most powerful Dark Wizard of all time and she enjoyed knowing that he was developing some sort of emotion for her.

She stood and stretched, feeling the soreness in her backside, but enjoying it somehow. After not being around him for so long the slight pain was a comfort for her. Her movements woke up Harry and he looked at he quizzically. "I'm sorry Harry, but I need to go to the library, last minute checks on an assignment for Snape." He laughed sleepily and fell back asleep.

After showering and dressing quickly she tried the main door to find it unlocked. She hurried through the common room and stepped out into the corridor, running straight into Draco Malfoy's back. "Granger?!?! You're alive?!" She looked at him, clearly confused.

"My mother owled me just an hour ago, Lord Voldemort was dragging you through the halls of my Manor, completely naked!" Hermione moaned, she knew how Voldemort had moved her to his chambers now. Her mind moved quickly, she drew her wand quickly and thrust it at Draco's neck, "Listen Malfoy, I don't know why you rushed here, but I know it wasn't to check up on my wellbeing. I'll admit that we both know things about each other that we shouldn't, but if you tell a single soul about what your mother said I'll have you arrested for that Mark on your arm." Draco was a stuttering mess, trying to articulate a retort, "I will not explain what your mother saw, it is not your business, tell her to shut her disgusting pureblood mouth or I'll have your Lord do it for her." His eyes were filled with anger, but he did not call her bluff, sensing the seriousness of the situation.

Hermione lowered her wand and walked past him, as if he had disappeared. She had found a usefulness in her relationship with Lord Voldemort, besides explosive orgasms, and she intended to put the benefit to use. She practically jogged to the library to research Visigoth healing practices.
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