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The Hogwarts Christmas Orb	By : Nerys Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 8467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight

Christmas Eve, 2008

Only a few minutes to Christmas Eve, Tom’s eyes flickered between the alarm clock on Hermione’s nightstand and the drugged witch on the bed. Gently, he cupped her cheek, stroking her soft skin with his thumb. She didn’t react to his touch; he’d slipped enough Sleeping Draught into her breakfast for her to be out for a couple of days. Then, he’d owled her friends with some excuse as to why she couldn’t attend their party. It had all gone smoothly. After a year in her presence, he knew enough to mimic her writing and word choice to perfection. Nobody had suspected a thing. He was almost there.

Soon, Lord Voldemort would return, very much alive indeed.

He tossed the Hogwarts orb in his hand through the air casually. His cold laugh filled the room as he looked through the window. It still wasn’t snowing. His Atmospheric Curse was working perfectly. That bloated redshirt would probably be desperate by now, needing the snow to eat the little kiddies. Mr Claus should never have tried to trick or underestimated Lord Voldemort, and any minute now, he would learn why.

Finally, it was time and he placed the orb on the bed, picking up Hermione’s hand and holding it above the orb. He retrieved the silver knife he’d stolen from Borgin & Burkes and placed it against her palm.

‘This will sting a bit,’ he said, not sure why he even bothered.

With a swift motion, he sliced into her palm and her blood filled the orb. Quickly, he pocketed the knife and retrieved his wand, healing her wound as the landscape in the orb turned from blood-red to normal again. A purple jet erupted from his wand, impacting on his and Hermione’s chest before charging into the orb. He waited until the orb had settled back to normal before he began chanting, tapping the orb. Without him shaking the item, it slowly started to snow and a tiny Santa appeared on his sleigh, looking up at him in anger. Tom smirked evilly—it was always pleasurable when his victims realised he was sentencing them.

The Hogwarts orb had been a perfect replica. That had been the reason he’d picked it out for his task years ago. Right now, everything that happened inside the orb happened outside of it in reality. The proof of it was staring him in the face in the snowfall that was visible through Hermione’s bedroom window. Calmly, Tom circled his wand around the orb, causing the snow to speed up. Santa Claus mouthed something in his direction. Looking forward to the entertainment, Tom cast a spell enabling them to communicate.

‘You can’t kill me!’

Tom laughed loudly, tossing his head back. Tauntingly, his wand circled the orb more rapidly, making the snow fall faster. ‘Pray tell, why not?’ he mocked.

‘If I die, you’ll die, too!’ Claus shouted, furious.

‘You broke your vow to me; you were supposed to give me immortality.’

‘I never said how you would exist in said immortality.’

‘Oh, how clever,’ Tom sneered. ‘You’ll find Lord Voldemort doesn’t take well to deception.’ He whirled his wand around the orb again.

‘Then Lord Voldemort better be prepared to die with me!’ Santa yelled, trying to keep his sleigh steady in the blazing snow. Something Tom knew was happening right now outside of Hogwarts.

‘I think you’ll find I won’t. You think this orb, with our blood in it, is all that’s connecting us, all that’s keeping me alive, but it’s not. Lord Voldemort is always ready for treachery and plans ahead far further than the tiny insignificant brains of others could ever begin to comprehend. You see, that snow potion you used every year to eat Muggle children did a bit more than enable that. It weakened you, made you dependant on Lord Voldemort’s mercy.’

Once more, he sped up the snow, enjoying the loud shriek Santa Claus made when his sleigh nearly collided into the Astronomy Tower. He had trouble steering it because the increasing speed of the snow corresponded with the increasing speed of the sleigh.

‘You never wondered why I didn’t come out of the orb right after my death?’

Tom didn’t wait for the answer to his rhetorical question. He continued viciously, ‘I waited because every year you poured more and more of your energy into sustaining me by eating children with the use of my potion, the balance of our connection would slowly flip to me. Nine years I waited; nine years to find you betrayed me. And now in year ten, I will exert my power of you. I will get my vengeance. You’re no longer the one in charge of how much life-force you send my way. I am, and I will gladly take it all. All of your immortality, strength and power will come to me. You will feel the wrath of Lord Voldemort to its fullest and you will die tonight, Mr Claus, while I will live. Forever!’

The snow turned into a blazing blizzard. Everything inside the orb was invisible; it seemed like an opaque glass globe now. If it weren’t for the spell Tom had cast on the orb, he’d never been able to hear Santa Claus’s final words.

‘My death will destroy the orb. Without my blood, there is no connection that will allow it to reassemble. Enjoy my life-force, my Lord, it won’t last for longer than a second.’

Tom laughed coldly. ‘The orb only needs a blood-connection to reassemble,’ Tom said quietly, knowing the spell would make his words heard as if he’d been speaking into Santa Claus’s ears. ‘It doesn’t have to be yours. Goodbye.’

One last twirl of his wand, and with a loud crash, the glass exploded, tuning out Claus’s death cry and darkening the bedroom with magical energy. It surged through the air, making everything invisible to the naked eye. Tom didn’t care about that. So much dark power was intoxicating. He leaned back, inhaling it, relishing in it, cherishing it. This was the true meaning of power, of being a wizard, and it was all his for the taking. He spread his arms wide and drew it in, slowly, wanting to draw out the sensation. It was electrifying. He was Lord Voldemort, the greatest, most powerful wizard of all time, and all would grovel at his feet.

He didn’t remember when he’d closed his eyes to enhance his other senses into enjoying what was happening more, but when he opened them, his blood turned to ice. Granger was sitting upright, her eyes fierce, her hair static with power, her wand pointed at the glassless replica of Hogwarts, her curse already en route. The bolt of red struck the double, oak front doors of Hogwarts dead on.

‘NO!’ Tom yelled, feeling the pull and trying to fight it.

But the force was impossible to block because it was partly his. The blood, their blood with all its combined power, sucked him right in. He crash-landed on the flagstone floor of the Entrance Hall, protecting his face with his arms against the impact. When he was finally lying still, he carefully moved his limbs. Relieved when he realised he’d not broken anything and would only have some major cuts and bruises to heal, he remained cautiously where he was, lying on his belly, when all the air got pushed out of his lungs as a soft body smashed on top of him.

‘Umph,’ he groaned, overpowered by her loud shriek.

She rolled away, her arms curled around her head.

I should’ve rolled, too, he realised inconsequentially, much less chance of serious damage.

She stopped a few feet away from him, lying on her back and immediately trying to get up.

That’s a mistake, he thought, watching her fall back and clutch to her head in pain. He’d done the same thing years ago and knew what it felt like. It was not pleasant.

Yet, her pain hardly gave him any satisfaction as he heard the front doors close. He knew the orb had been restored to its former glory and he wanted to curse her into oblivion for what she’d done. He wanted to shake some sense into that idiotic, self-sacrificing mind of a Gryffindork. Without an anchor in the real world, there was no way to leave this place. She had to have known that. She had to have known this was the only way to stop him. All this time he’d thought she’d been unaware what he was up to, unaware of his improving capabilities, and she’d been one step ahead of him the entire time. She’d been pretending to be asleep the entire bloody day! A Mudblood had outwitted him. This tiny, little witch had out manipulated him, the heir of Slytherin.

He snorted, his body shaking as he began laughing uncontrollably, rolling onto his back while clutching to his belly.

‘Are you all right?’ Hermione asked tentatively, a worried expression on her face as if she thought he’d finally lost it completely.

He turned his head to face her. ‘Why weren’t you asleep? I gave you enough to knock out an Ukrainian Ironbelly.’

‘Antidote.’

‘There are no Sleeping Draught antidotes you can take pre-emptively; the only way to reverse it prematurely is to use an antidote after you’ve taken the Sleeping Draught,’ he countered.

‘It’s a new antidote, not yet approved for mass consumption but finished with all the phase trials. They’re just waiting for the ministerial approval to come through and supply them with the proper paperwork to start mass production. I happen to … ermmm … know the person who owns the company.’

‘Malfoy,’ Tom hissed, staring at the ceiling furiously because that blasted pureblood was out of his reach now.

Hermione grinned. ‘Yeah, Draco kindly gave me a vial when I,’ she coughed, ‘asked.’

‘Right, “asked”. I trust you made him wet himself,’ Tom said, feeling slightly vindicated.

‘I wasn’t paying attention to his pants.’

‘I’d have cursed you if you had,’ he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Hermione flushed red and looked away.

‘I’m still going to curse you for getting me stuck in here again,’ he quickly added. ‘I finally can hurt you, and I’m really looking forward to hearing your screams and pleas for mercy. I’m going to make you beg for forgiveness, Hermione.’

‘Beg for forgiveness?’ she repeated mockingly and let out a derisive snort. ‘Dream on.’

‘Is that a challenge?’

‘No, a given. I have a wand, too, in case you’ve forgotten. Besides, it’s a bit pointless to make each other’s lives miserable when we’re stuck in here together forever. So, why don’t you instead tell me what it’s like living in this orb?’

He stole a glance in her direction, enjoying how coolheaded and collected she was despite her predicament. It was so much more fun breaking the strong ones. Her hair still crackled with power; he’d love to bury his fingers in it, yank her head back, capture her mouth with his, and fuck that delicious body of her senseless.

Sweet Salazar, he was losing his mind around this witch. That had to be why she’d been able to trick him. He’d never been susceptible to feminine wiles until he met her.

Focus, he reprimanded himself. What was the subject again? Oh yes, living in the orb—a realm he knew more about than her. This was an advantage he’d milk for all it was worth and he knew where her interest would mostly lie. Hiding his actions behind his body, he flicked his wand, locking the library and summoning its keys nonverbally.

‘It’s a perfect replica,’ he said conversationally, feeling the keys drop in his hand. ‘It’s got everything Hogwarts has in the real world.’

‘So, it evolves, too,’ she immediately concluded. ‘Does that mean there will also be a constant influx of new literature in the library?’

‘Yes, not that I’m letting you anywhere near it,’ he taunted, holding up the dangling keys.

Her eyes narrowed at him.

‘What was it you said to me again?’ he asked, faux-pondering. ‘Oh yes, “dream on”.’ He sniggered, jingling the keys above his head.

Accio!

He could just hold on to the keys, but the force behind the charm was too great and he glided to her. His key-filled hand landing in her outstretched one. He quickly banished the keys to one of his secret pockets, enjoying her frustrated scream. Taking advantage of her brief distraction, he rolled on top of her, grinding his body into hers. Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise as his darkened at the feel of her pinned down underneath him. They lay there utterly still, gazing into each other’s eyes, while each ignored the wand in their hand.

‘I believe you owe me an apology,’ Tom breathed seductively against her lips, smirking evilly when that tiny action made her shiver.

‘I could say the same,’ she countered, sticking her nose haughtily in the air. Her act was utterly undone by the breathlessness of her speech.

‘I require compensation.’

‘Me too.’

Abruptly, they became a tangle of limbs, snogging so hard as if they had a point to make. Their wands forgotten, they tore off each other’s clothes violently. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he’d just envisioned himself doing, and attacked the hollow of her throat with his teeth and lips. A soft mewl escaped her when his other hand found her clit, rubbing it hard and fast, going left and right, round and round, varying his movements so she couldn’t anticipate the sensation that would come next. She squirmed and twisted underneath him in response, her moans getting louder and louder. Her one hand was in his hair, holding on tightly, while her other stroked his rapidly hardening cock. He trailed her skin with his mouth, occasionally nipping at it with his teeth and then soothing the mild pain with his tongue. Hurriedly, she guided his cock to her entrance, slipping the tip into her wet folds and clasping her legs around his back. Before she had the chance to pull him down into her, his teeth clamped harshly around her skin, right at the curve between her neck and shoulder, causing her to still in fear. He loved the scent and feel of fear; it made him so hard.

‘You. Are. Mine,’ he hissed, slamming his full length into her while biting down hard.

Her blood tasted lovely on his lips; her screams a testament to his dominance as he fucked her roughly. Her nails drew blood on his back and several strands of his hair got pulled out. He captured her mouth, making her taste her blood on his lips. She sucked forcefully at his mouth, and he deepened the kiss at once, taking over control again. Using her legs, she met his brutal thrusts, wanting it harder. He was more than happy to obliged.

He pinched her clit with his fingernails and that pushed her over the edge. Her whole body shook as her first orgasm rippled through it. While continuing to torment her clit in every way possible, he angled his hips, now also targeting her G-spot as he continued thrusting into her and thus expanding upon the sensations that overwhelmed her fully. Her screams vibrated into his mouth, but he didn’t grant her an ounce of freedom there. He kept covering her mouth with his, forcing her to take air in through her nose. The slight oxygen depletion enhanced the height of her climax. She thrashed and writhed, perspiration dripping down her forehead, as jolt after jolt after jolt sang through her body.

He let go of her hair and grasped his wand, nonverbally casting a Preservation Sex Charm on her. Her whole body would now intermittently flex between this current orgasmic state, as aroused and sensitised as it was, and brief periods of normalcy, unless she peaked higher and then that would be the new baseline to stay in. Forcing someone in a climatic state for a long duration was almost crueller than withholding them from reaching their peak. So much pleasure was not something the mind and body were used to receiving and delirium would set in. However, she’d have to show some serious atonement before he granted her the relief of coming down from it.

Abruptly, he pulled away from her.

‘Oh God, oh God!’ she yelled, shaking relentlessly.

He flipped her over, yanking her arse into the air and pressing his tip against her vagina again. When she tried to push herself up on her arms, he shoved her back to the ground.

‘Shoulders on the floor,’ he bit. ‘Arms stretched out in front of you. If you try to move back up again, I’ll take the other opening that’s available to me now.’

He planned to go there later anyway, but no need to inform his little pet of that now. She didn’t attempt to move back up, but he couldn’t quite tell if it were because she obeyed him or because she was overwhelmed by the other climax running through her. It didn’t matter. She had the right position and he quickly filled her up, causing her to yell out random syllables.

The feel of her clenching around his cock again was almost too much to bear and he flicked his wand, preventing himself from losing his control. Knowing he could safely move now without risking an unplanned ejaculation, he changed his plans. This time, he stayed fully sheathed inside of her, gripping her hips as he began rotating his, caressing every inch of her inner walls and stretching her wider and wider with his cock. She groaned, her arms flailing in front of her.

‘You like this, pet?’

She mewled, unable to articulate her contentment properly.

‘I believe your pleasure is making you a bit too wide to my taste. Clench your muscles around my cock,’ he ordered just when another rush overtook her senses, making her unable to comply as he perfectly well knew.

‘Hmmm…such a disobedient, bad girl, only focused on herself,’ he tsk-ed. ‘Let’s fix that, shall we? Disobedient girls don’t deserve to have control over their muscles; that’s their master’s prerogative.’

He pulled out of her fully, ignoring the cry of distress. Then, he wrapped one arm around her hips to hold her up and used the other to draw one long finger through her folds. She shuddered when he passed her clit, tossing her head back wildly. He laughed mockingly.

‘So responsive to my touch, yet so unruly and disrespectful. Don’t worry, dear, I will fix that rebellious streak of yours.’

He inserted two fingers into her pussy and pressed his thumb against her clit. Then, he unleashed his magic straight into her sex and she screamed herself hoarse, thrashing violently as her inner muscles tightened and tightened in her ecstasy. He laughed, knowing a new baseline had been set, whilst he’d turned her tighter than virgin. Knowing this would hurt, he grabbed her hips again and thrust his cock back into her pussy forcefully.

‘Oh yesssss,’ he said, tossing his head back as she clenched all around him. Hermione whimpered uncomfortably, but didn’t move away to his satisfaction. ‘That’s better, pet. A bit of pain makes it all so much sweeter, doesn’t it? I want you to remember this,’ he said, stroking her clit to turn her pain-filled whimpers into something else entirely.

As he spoke calmly, showing her his dominance by his capability to still properly articulate his sentences, he marvelled at how she unravelled completely at his touch, clenching hard around him when she reach another orgasm. He let go of her clit, letting his fingers tease her skin until he squeezed her butt.

‘Next time, you’ll clench your muscles properly, won’t you? You will remember how you enjoyed the feeling of being filled to the hilt and pleasuring your Master properly. You’ll beg me to subjugate you again, and I—being a merciful Master—will oblige you. Now let us begin, my dear. I’m going to fuck you raw.’

And he gripped her hips, moving in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out in such a rapid pace, her face was scraping the floor and she tried to lift it.

‘Don’t lift your head,’ he warned. ‘Lick the floor instead, my pet. Show me your skills and maybe I’ll give you something else to suck on later.’

Satisfied when she complied, he continued fucking her. Watching her obedience was thrilling and it sent him into a feverish pitch. He wanted, needed to come now, too. So he did. He gave her one more thrust and spilt his seed inside her womb. Well, that was something his little pet would just have to fix, wasn’t it? He pulled out his already softening member and let go of her completely. She splashed down on the floor like a fish on land.

‘Tired already?’ he taunted, lying down on his back next to her. ‘We’re nowhere near done yet, little Mudblood of mine.’

Still, he didn’t want her to have a heart attack, so he placed his hand on her head and cast, causing the sex charm to temporarily abstain and enabling her to move. She was panting heavily while he stroked through her wet hair.

‘I enjoyed your performance just now, Hermione. I think it’s best to give you something more worthwhile to lick.’

With a flick of his wrist, she was airborne and landed with her face between his legs. ‘Suck me, Mudblood,’ he ordered harshly, grabbing her hair with his fist. ‘If you don’t have me hard again within the next ten minutes, I’m going to drag you to the dungeons and whip every inch of you. And while your skin peels off your body, you’ll still scream out for more.’

He let go of her hair when she started to lick his head, swirling her tongue around it. Casually, he placed his hands underneath his head, watching her performance. Soon, he shifted slightly, enjoying how far she took him into her mouth. She stroked his balls simultaneously, making him groan and close his eyes. Her dexterity and ingenuity with her tongue was beyond anything he’d ever experienced and he knew he wouldn’t have to back out on his threat when she began sucking hard on his head, pressing her tongue firmly against that sensitive spot. He was hard in no time, though he’d forgotten to keep track of the exact duration.

Still, he was hard. She was right there. It would be a waste to whip her now. ‘Ride me.’

She crawled over him, her legs on either side of his hips as she guided his cock inside of her. She was still incredibly tight and this way he could witness her various expressions as she lowered herself slowly all the way down. Pain and pleasure nerves were so easily confused by the mind and he could already tell she couldn’t distinguish quite adequately between the two anymore as she moved before his eyes, her breasts bouncing invitingly.

‘Lick your finger,’ he ordered. ‘I want you to pleasure yourself as you ride me. I want to see you unravel.’

He got his wish. She continued riding him, and it was marvellous. He loved how she stroked herself, tossing her head back and closing her eyes in rapture, whilst she rode him harder and harder, trying to reach her climax that wouldn’t come because he’d halted that spell. His cock enjoyed her attempts but he was in control of his wits again and he decided it was time she recalled who was truly in charge here.

He reached out to her, teasing her sides with his fingertips as he moved up, circling her breasts and teasing the sensitive underside of them, before he pinched her nipples abruptly. She yelped; her eyes glazed over, and she swayed on her knees. He quickly grabbed and steadied her, holding her still as he rose up and licked her nipple with his tongue. Then, he moved to the other breast, licked it and whispered the counter spell. Her previous susceptibility came back in full force.

He smirked, wrapping his mouth around her nipple and suddenly sucking on it as hard as he could. The effect was spectacular. She jolted in his lap and clenched around his cock so hard he moaned in delight. Her hoarse voice screamed at the top of her lungs, while he continued to pleasure her breast. Wanting to do more to her and being unable to let go of her in their current position with the way she was shaking, he pulled her against his chest and lay down on his back before rolling them over.

Being on top of her again was the right choice. She had nowhere to go. He was in charge. His mouth now engulfed her other nipple, whilst he rolled the previous one between his thumb and middle finger. Simultaneously, he sucked hard and dug his nails into her nipples. She yelled, her limbs shook uncontrollably as another orgasm overtook her senses, followed by a brief period of ease for her. She was slippery with sweat and her body heat was tangible. Panting heavily, her face flushed, she looked positively exhausted and he realised that fucking her in the arse would’ve to wait for another time. This had to end now.

‘You know what to do,’ he whispered, kissing her gently on the mouth, feeling her walls spasm around his cock pleasurably.

Confused, she looked at him.

‘Beg,’ he said coldly. ‘Acknowledge my superiority, acknowledge you’re mine to do with as I see fit and I will be a merciful Master and allow you one last climax before releasing you.’

She swallowed, clearly having issues with that order. He tilted his head, licked his finger demonstratively before placing it against her clit. Her eyes widened.

‘I can go all night long, Hermione. How long do you think you can take this? You can’t die here. I can do as I please without worrying I will lose my new favourite toy. And you are my toy, aren’t you? My precious little sex doll. Now, say it!’ he spat.

‘I…’ she swallowed, moisturising her mouth to improve her ability to speak. ‘I’m yours.’ Her voice was raw from all her screams, but she was able to make herself understood.

Unsatisfied, he shook his head. ‘That’s not begging, doll.’

She inhaled sharply, fighting with herself. ‘Please, Master, I’m yours, please, please release me of this spell.’

He smiled, liking her intelligence. So many would’ve missed that in her current state of being. Still, she’d left out one vital thing—one vital thing that he needed to hear to establish and finalise the power balance in the state of their relationship in this realm.

‘Not good enough,’ he said ruthlessly, rubbing her clit and watching satisfied how she screamed and thrashed again as another wave of pleasure rolled through her.

‘Acknowledge it, Hermione,’ he said gently. ‘I’ve seen inside your mind at your flat. I’ve seen inside your mind during my actions here. You could have stopped me at numerous occasions. You could’ve undone this spell yourself. You still can. Your wand is right there. It is and has always been within your reach and you ignored it deliberately. You like this, but you think it’s shameful to want it. You think it makes you less of a woman, less of an individual to submit to a man, but it doesn’t. Don’t fall prey to society’s ignorance and bigotry. This is still your choice. It will always be your choice to make … every … single … time. Now make it.’

She stared at him; he could see the wheels of her keen mind turning, the internal battle that was fought within and the resolution that followed. He smiled, already having seen the answer.

‘I submit myself to your care completely,’ she said, steadfast. ‘You’re my Master and I’m yours to do with as you see fit.’

‘Very good,’ he purred.

Her eyes twinkled mischievously, and he could just sense the smart alec comment coming before she uttered it.

‘I always knew Lord Voldemort only needed a little doll to dress up and play with to cease his reign of terror.’

He growled, causing her to roar with laughter. ‘You’ll pay for that, little one.’

‘Bring. It. On.’

As he kissed her languorously, he realised that perhaps being stuck inside an orb for eternity wasn’t so bad after all. It meant they would be together forever.

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