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Is This What Love Is?	By : Earthgoddess Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own nor did I. Create anything in this universe. I do not make any money from this story it's simply just for fun. I hope you enjoy

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Okay, for some reason, this story was deleted, have no clue why, as well as all the comments, maybe because I hadn't updated it recently, but now that I'm in school, I'll be online at least three nights a week and I can update it as soon as I possibly can. For all of you who was following along in the same story as this one, please, let me know what you think. Thanks bunches.

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER NOR ANYTHING ELSE IN THE HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE, i'M DOING THIS JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT AND BECAUSE i ENJOY WRITING AND GETTING PEOPLES OPINIONS! BRING IN THE REVIEWS PEOPLE!

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Chapter One

            The fighting had ended but it hadn’t ended how everyone had wished it to end. Harry was dead, Fred, Ron, George, Tonks… Everyone she knew and loved was dead… except for her… And she didn’t understand why…

            The banging of a door opening near her, made Hermione jump. Hazel orbs shimmered with unshed tears as she’d look around the dark, damp, smelly dungeon type room she was in. She had no clue how she had gotten here, but she knew that Voldemort had brought her or at least his Death Eaters had.

            She was in a cell, she knew that… and it stunk to high heaven with the death and decomposition that carried throughout the hall. She figured she was in the Slytherin area in the bowels of Hogwarts. It was dark, the bared windows, let that a little bit of the moon light through.

            A shiver of fear raced down her spine as she heard the howl of Remus Lupin’s wolf. He had been brought back from the edge of death to be a pet to Voldemort. He had been his pet since the loss at Hogwarts four months ago. And that was how long she had been in this dank cell, arms chained above her head. She was able to sit, but to stand and walk around a few inches, was impossible.

            The door to her cell opening, brought in the torch light from the hallways, blinding Hermione for a matter of moments. She could hear the shuffling of feet and the clink of her chains being released. Another clink followed the first and she felt her arms fall limp into her lap, wrists bound together by manacles.

            “Up!” She heard some gruff voice say.

            Narrowing her hazel eyes she’d push herself up to her feet, her dirty and ripped robes swaying around her ankles. With a deep breath she’d take a few steps forwards, her eyes closing as she’d walk forwards. Her steps were week and dragging against the ground even as she was propelled forwards. Her hands rose to block the bright torch light from her unused eyes as she walked forwards.

            “Where are you taking me?” She would ask her guard but only getting a shove in the shoulders in response she’d quickly quiet herself, refusing to ask the questions that kept running through her mind. Her lips were chapped and her soft pink tongue, though itself was dry, would dart across those lips, trying to wet them somewhat.

            She was propelled forwards through an opening and into one of the old Prefects bathrooms. With a soft smile coming to her lips she felt the manacles being removed and placed upon a dresser in the corner of the room.

            “Bathe and dress in the dress upon the chair… Be quick about it… The Master doesn’t like waiting…” The man grumbled before he’d close and lock the door behind him.

            Hermione couldn’t help but smile wide as she’d walk towards the bath tub, stripping from her garments and letting them fall onto the floor. A shiver of pleasure ran through her entire body as she felt the hot water brush against her feet before she’d lower herself fully into the water, keeping herself beneath it’s warmth for as long as she could hold her breath.

            Surfacing she’d look around, seeing everything in a brand new light. The walls had been washed and painted in a dark emerald green, the curtains and paintings had been changed to suit the King of the Wizarding world. It was interesting to say the least.

            She laid there, letting the hot water soak into her skin and wash away the months of grim and dirt from her person as well as her now mid-thigh length dark brown tresses. She would hurry and wash her hair and body, giving herself a double washing to get as much dirt off of her person as possible. Slipping from the bathtub she’d drain the dirty and murky water as she’d dry herself off.

            Her fingers slid along the black silk that the dress was made of… Well technically she wouldn’t even call it a dress. Once put upon a person, the dress fell past floor length, pooling around Hermione’s slender legs and feet and ending in a five foot long train that would brush against the ground when she walked. The front of the dress was low plunge, ending at just below her navel and in a halter type fashion but didn’t tie. Instead it was connected by a chain in the back. The chain was silver and ended in a s-curved snake with emerald green eyes and a blood red tongue darting out. Her long hair was pulled over her shoulder in a shining wave of chocolate brown, so she tried to buckle the snake in with the hook that dangled from the end of the chain.

            She groaned as she bit down hard upon her lower lip. Stopping for a few moments she turned away from the mirror and walked towards the windows that were barred. Seems like all the windows on the bottom floor were barred so people, prisoners couldn’t escape. With a deep shaking breaths he’d began to brush her long hair, her eyes closing as she’d massage the straightener into her hair. It felt so good to be clean finally, she thought as she’d let her eyes close, enjoying the way the dress caressed her womanly body.

            A slight touch made her jump but she didn’t move as slender fingers moved down her bare back caressing the curve of her hip before attaching the snake charm to the hook on the chain. Taking a deep breath she’d slowly turn around, gasping as she’d lean against a wall. Her thank you died on her lips as she looked up to the 6’8” frame of Tom Marvolo Riddle. But he wasn’t the snake looking creature that had been reborn during the rebirth at the cemetery. No… He was now human looking with perfect ebon-black locks pushed back in a perfect hair cut. With a beautiful nose and nice emerald green eyes. “Voldemort.” She’d whisper softly her body shaking as she’d press herself hard against the wall, trying to get away from the man who’d captured her. Who had destroyed her life and had taken without remorse the life of her family and friends.

            “Good girl Ms Granger…” Tom smiled as he’d get onto his knees a pair of black lace up stilettos came to his hands with a flick of his wrist. Pushing up the young witches dress he’d slip the shoes on, tying them at the back of her calves and with a gentle flick of his wrists he saw up the rest of her skirt and couldn’t help but smile wickedly.

            “I knew you would grow up to be a gorgeous young woman and I was right.” Tom smiled as he stood up, towering over the petite young thing in front of him by a good foot and half. With a small satisfying smirk he’d lightly run his fingers across the curvature of Hermione’s breast before grasping the young woman’s elbow and leading her away from the wall and out of the bathroom. “Come it’s time for your dedication.”

            “Dedication? To what?” Hermione whispered as she was pulled beside Voldemort, out of the bathroom and up the winding stairs towards the great hall, where she and her friends had had every meal, during the school term, at. She realized that Voldemort had rearranged the castle in the last four months she was in that cell. The stairs weren’t wide and deep anymore, they were now a winding spiral stairs that went up the inside of the place. A torch light on the inside wall to give them light to move.

            “What are you doing? What did you mean by my Dedication?” Hermione would continue asking as she’d look at him, her eyes shimmering and shaking as she was propelled forwards out of the stairwell door. Her eyes grew wide as she would notice that she was now in a double line of death eaters. Breathing heavily she’d quickly turn around only to knock into Lord Voldemort who was now in his snake-like appearance.

            Shaking her head Hermione would begin taking a few steps backwards only to knock into Fenrir Grayback, the werewolf who’d attacked Bill and put the lycanthrope virus inside of him. The last time she had seen Bill was

during the full moon, when he had changed, apparently he did change into a werewolf but nobody was there to see it besides her and the death eaters ad well as Voldemort and Remus.

            “Precious little Mudblood… Makes a man’s mouth and cock water…” Grayback growled softly into Hermione’s ear as he came up behind Hermione and grabbed her around her waist, grinding his slowly hardening crotch against her rear, though he had to crouch down somewhat.

            Hermione gasped as she’d try and step away from Grayback but wasn’t able too as his grasp tightened around her waist. “Lemme go!” She’d gasp as she’d begin hitting and scratching at his hands even as she’d continue to struggle against Grayback’s grasp. She’d groan and bite down on her lower lip as she felt her hair being lifted from her head and pulled into a tight bun by unseen hands. A gasp escaped her thick lips as she felt Grayback’s tongue lightly dragging across her neck, making her shiver.

            “Take her to the hall… I Wish to see her Dedication to our cause.” Voldemort said with a soft smirk as he’d walk forwards passing Grayback as he would watch the two before he’d brush past them, his black floor length robes brushing against the ground. With a soft smirk against his lipless lips he’d walk into the great hall, the doors thrown wide so that the death eaters could walk into the room in groups of four.

            Hermione growled as she was lifted up and carried, though she struggled, into the great hall and dumped unceremoniously upon the large king sized four poster bed that was covered in black silk sheets. She was about ready to get up when the death eaters surrounded the bed on three sides, the head, and the sides, the bottom was clear and was in view for Lord Voldemort who sat upon a dais in at the front of the hall where the table for the headmaster and teach used to be. Hermione would try and get away from everyone but gasped and let out a slight scream as she was grabbed by the arms and pulled back to the head of the bed wear her hands were tied to the posters. Breathing heavily she’d look down at Voldemort even as she’d struggle.

            “Can I take her first boss? She’ll be even more prepared if I take her than the others…” Grayback smiled as his eyes took in Hermione’s body, his hands moving to caress the curves of her breasts through the v-neck of the halter dress.

            “No… Bring in the newly changed… He’ll be fun to watch.” Voldemort smiled a cruel smile as he sat upon his throne though with a wave of his wand his throne had gotten nearer to her.

            Grayback growled despondently but he’d do his master’s bidding, knowing the consequences of not doing what he was told to do. Sighing he’d reach out and from a corner Hermione couldn’t see, would pull out a growling and struggling Bill Weasley. He pulled Bill like he was pulling a dog on a chain and basically that is what he was.

            When Hermione saw bill upon that chain that was also wrapped around his neck, she could see the torture he had been through. A gasp escaped Hermione’s thick lips as she felt hands turning her onto her side unchaining the snake from the hook and then the chain from around her neck before pulling off the dress and revealing those knee high lace up shoes. Hermione would kick and scream as she tried to free herself from the grasping hands but it wasn’t possible. Soon her feet as well were held down on the bed while Bill was placed at the foot.

            The feral look in his eyes faded slightly as he came back to be somewhat of his normal self even as the sheet wrapped around his lower hips were pulled away. He’d notice that it was Hermione they were wanting him to mate with and he’d shake his head. “no… I can’t.” he’d mutter even as he responded to Bellatrix’s swift and ardent stroking of his half hard member. He’d groan and bite down upon his lower lips as that feral look came back into his eyes though he did know who he was climbing into bed with.

            He’d climb onto the bed, hands bracing himself above Hermione’s lithe frame as he’d look down to her. The long hair was longer than ever and hung like a curtain around their face but that was quickly pulled back to reveal a sniffling and crying Hermione. His hair was tied at the base of his head and once given the go ahead he’d look up to Voldemort before looking back down. “I’m sorry Mione” He’d whisper softly before beginning to kiss and nibble upon Hermione’s neck.

            “Bill… Please…” Hermione would whisper as she’d look up to the high ceiling that depicted Hermione’s own predicament but with another woman. Tears began to fall down even more as she felt Bill’s engorged cock pressing against her opening. She’d close her eyes tightly as she’d turn her head to the side, as she felt Bill’s kiss upon her neck and shoulder. “Don’t do this…”

            “I can’t help it Mione… You smell so good.” Bill would mutter against her ear before he’d slam his hips into her, breaking her hymen with that first quick thrust. He shivered at the feeling of her walls clamping down around his rock hardness. Taking deep breaths, he’d wait within her walls as she’d adjusted to him, “I’m sorry Mione… I’ll try and make this as enjoyable to you as I know it’ll be to me… “ He’d whisper before his lips pressed against his. Her scream hadn’t even been heard by him since he’d been too preoccupied with that head between his legs feeling the hot clenching walls around it.

            Hermione’s hands grasped tight to the silk bindings that held her arms down as Bill’s engorged member slammed deep and hard into her. Tears streaked down her cheeks even as she’d kiss him back, her back arching as she felt that pain erupting through her body as his length was inside of her. She’d kiss him back, her legs having been released so they could wrap around his body. She’d understood why he wanted to make this pleasurable for her but she was still scared out of her mind.

            Breathing heavily, Hermione removed her lips from Bill’s resting her forehead against his. “I’m ready Bill.” She’d whisper softly to his lips as she’d begin to move her hips against his somewhat. Breathing heavily she’d yank at the bindings and was shocked when they came loose. Taking deep breaths she’d moan softly feeling his length beginning to move slowly but surely in and out of her. Her hands would now rest against his back, underneath his arms as she’d move with him, making her toss her head back somewhat as she’d rock against him.

            Bill couldn’t help but moan as he’d press his forehead against her chest, his breathing heavier as he’d move his hips in and out of her, his knees pressing against the bedding to gain more leverage. “God your so tight “Mione. So fucking tight… “ He’d moan against her body while his lips pressed against her breasts, pulling her nipple into his mouth to suck upon.

            Hermione couldn’t stop the moans that came unhindered from her lips, her hands moving up and down his back occasionally scratching at him while she’d press her body hard into his. She knew she shouldn’t like it but there was something about Billie and the men watching that turned her on. “Oh Billie.” She’d breathe as she’d respond to his faster thrusting. Her body arched up farther off of the bed as she felt his mouth around her nipple, sucking upon her.

            Bill moaned and groaned, shivering as he heard his name from Mione’s lips. Feeling her arching up against him, he’d wrap his arms around her waist and pull her upwards and grinding upwards against him. Breathing heavily he’d bounce her up and down on his length, looking upwards as he’d watch her breasts bouncing. His mouth had left her breasts as he grabbed Hermione’s ass, gripping it tightly as she fell down upon him, with the help of gravity.

            She cried out in pleasure as her hands moved to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him tight to her as she’d move her hips back against him. She’d slowly tilt her head and body backwards, her hands catching herself as she’d grind against him, her legs resting against the bedding as she’d watch him from her half lidded eyes.

            Even as Bill and Hermione were oblivious of the fact that they were being watched, Voldemort couldn’t help but lick his lipless lips as he’d watch the two fuck. That’s what they were doing… There was no love behind that joining… Just pure want… Well, Hermione first didn’t want it but now that she had it, it looked like she couldn’t get enough. And as Hermione couldn’t get enough, the member between his own legs was getting harder and harder by the moment. Snapping his fingers Bella was there in a matter of moments, pushing his robe up and wrapping her lips around his member.

            Hermione’s eyes would shimmer as she’d watch Bellatrix sucking Voldemort’s rock hard cock. Voldemort’s cock seemed look at least about 9 if not 10 inches in length and five inches in girth. She knew that it would hurt when he went inside of her but she didn’t care… She knew that eventually he’d have that thing inside of her within a matter of days.

            Bill, noticing that Hermione’s attention was wavering, his lips would part and his teeth sunk into her neck, as he’d pound harder and harder into her, bringing his own orgasm closer and closer to the forefront.

            Hermione gasp end and tossed her head back as she felt his teeth sinking into her shoulder. Though his teeth didn’t pierce her skin, she still went over the edge, her walls clenching tight around his member even as he’d slam her back down onto the bedding, pounding violently down into her, while he’d lift her hips up to gain even more leverage.

            “Cum inside of her Wolf.” Voldemort growled as he’d slam his hips upwards into Bella’s awaiting mouth and throat, his head resting back against the back of his chair as his eyes took in the lovely sight of Hermione cumming, squirting all around Bill’s pounding cock and out onto the black silk sheets. He’d groan and shiver as he’d continue to fuck Bella’s throat, not caring for the little whore’s discomfort, only wanting to get his. “Make little Redheaded, freckle faced baby’s with her. Fuck her and pound her like fucking crazy…. Make her your bitch.”

            Bill growled and tossed his head back as he felt himself exploding inside of Hermione. He felt her nails rake his chest and he’d howl loudly as he’d grind himself hard into her. His own hands would dig into her hips as he’d arch them upwards, pushing in them one final time before collapsing on top of her spent, exhausted and blissfully happy.

            Hermione would moan and whimper as her arms would wrap around Bill, holding him tight to her. A shiver ran down her back as she felt him nuzzling her naked breasts. She’d breathe softly as she’d slowly open her eyes looking towards Voldemort and seeing him as a human, not some animal that walks and talks, even if he was choking Bellatrix with his long and thick cock while he spent in her mouth.

            That was the last thing Hermione saw before she passed out, exhausted, albeit happily, beneath Bill, clutching him tight to her as he clung to her while his member went soft, escaping her walls with a slight pop and a slight shiver from the both of them. She did remember that Bill was pulled from her grasp while she was covered up with something that kept her chilled body nice and warm as well as the fact that the curtains she’d not noticed on the four-poster were closed, blocking out the light of the grand hall.

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There's chapter one.... I know I had chapter two up, but I do not have my back up hard drive with me so I'll have to wait until tomorrow to upload it... I know I purposed a question to my avid fans about who I should pair with hermione next, so just let me know what you came up with.

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