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Adult ++
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royal purple
alright, i have a beta now. ferieflightz is the best. this is chapter 10 every one. still no sex but were getting closer.
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The world was incredibly quiet. Not a sound could be heard at first but slowly a pounding noise was ebbing its way to the surface
Hermione had her eyes squeezed painfully shut, trying to block out the pounding noise until he realized it was coming from in side her own head, from behind her eye lids. She realized she was laying face down on a hard cold surface and that every bone in her body hurt beyond recognition. Slowly she attempted to open her eyes, scraping her already abused face against the freezing ground turning it out towards the room, eye lashes fluttering against her pale cheeks in a dark contrast to those that were watching.
“Uggggg, what the fuuuuckkk…” her words were slurred and drawn out as if involuntarily. The light was blinding once her eyes were open and flung an arm over her eyes and pulled her body in a fetal position. What the hell had happened to her?
Peeking out under her arm, the room was dimmer and she suddenly remembered where she was.
Hermione was lying on the cold hard ground of the dining hall, in a circle of death eaters, at the feet of Lord Voldemort. Some one was saying something but she was unable to comprehend as she attempted to push her self up in to a sitting position. She wavered and crashed back down to the ground hitting her head once again. The ringing in her head was no longer able to block out the cold slithery voice of the Dark Lord.
“Where is he Mudblood? Where did he disappear to? Tell me or suffer my wrath yet again. Or do you like these little games?” there was chuckling coming from the circle surrounding her.
Hermione opened her eyes to stare at Lord Voldemort, to look in to his red snake eyes, so cold and unfeeling they were, as if she were looking at a dead and emotionless doll, his eyes held nothing.
“I don’t know. I don’t know where they are.” Her voice was harsh as if she had not spoken in a long time, as she had not, she would not allow her self to scream for him, would not give him the satisfaction. She steeled her self for the pain, knowing that it was coming again. She was not disappointed.
“Crucio.”
Her back arched off the floor as she refused to scream yet again, her body felt as if it was being ripped apart from the inside, as if her insides them selves were boiling searing their way through her, burning her. She wished for death at that point, fuck everything else, she only wanted the pain to stop, she brought her breath in a ragged gasp about to break, about to let out the scream that had been building in her throat when it stopped. She slumped back down on to the ground gasping, choking on the air she had just drug in to her lungs. Her hands were lying across her chest, against to soft satin of her bra. She opened her eyes, looking at her self. She had torn off her own shirt while dying inside, had cut in to the skin of her chest as if trying to carve the pain from her self. She cradled her arms around her self and rolled on to her side to hide her self from their prying eyes. She could see them glinting behind their steel masks, the death eaters eyes hungrily devouring her flesh with their eyes. She was shaking her head when she started coughing, her chest feeling as if it were breaking, her lungs felt as if they were bleeding with every breath, as they probably were. There was blood coming from her mouth now with every cough, she was choking on it.
Lord Voldemort laughed and it itched along her skin, causing it to attempt to crawl away. “If only you weren’t a Mudblood, if only you were a pure blood you would be an amazing addition to my ranks, you would be my prized center piece, so fierce so strong. Too bad.” he raised his wand to utter that one incantation, she almost welcomed it, but part of her was afraid. She was choking to death on her own blood anyways, this would be quicker. She wondered what it would feel like to die.
“Wait my lord. Please my lord.” some one was pushing his way through the crowd, through the black cloaks. Blaize Zambini rushed toward them, dropping to his knees next to Hermione and sliding to the dark lords bare feet, head bowed. “Please my lord, she is a pure blood, please she needn’t die for this.”
“How do you know such a thing? I should kill you along with her Zambini.” the Dark Lord’s eyes shown with contempt of the young man. The Zambini’s weren’t worth their weight in gold to him.
“I beg your pardon my lord, I do apologize but she is.” his head was bowed, touching the rough ground with his forehead as he worshiped at his lords feet.
“What proof do you offer?” His voice was casually interested now, for he did wish to own a witch as strong as Hermione.
“Please lord, I heard her in our dorms, she told the Auror Tonks that she was the daughter of Bellatrix and Rudolfus Le’strange. That she was adopted by the muggle family she had always thought to be her parents. Please allow me to do a blood spell it will show if she is telling the truth.” he kept his head buried in the Dark Lord’s silky robes.
“No. You seem to be invested in this girl, somehow, I will not allow you to tamper with the results. Snape come forward, only you I trust to do this task for me.”
“Yes my lord. It is an honor to have such trust as yours.” Snape stepped forward in to the circle of death eaters and stared down at Hermione’s dying form.
Snape slashed his wand through the air at her, causing a gash along her bare rib cage showing bone through the broken skin as the blood flowed. Hermione was finally able to breathe through the blood coming from her throat, though just barely. She would die from this wound deep inside of her, she knew it, but the pain from that gash left her gasping once again. Snape stepped forward and drew his wand up the trail of blood flowing form the wound, whispering under his breath, the incantation was in Latin and was vaguely familiar to her, but the blood loss was getting to her head, the lack of oxygen causing stars to poke through her sparse vision. She was dying; she had her answer as a calm numbness settled through her body. It didn’t hurt to die, she was no longer afraid as her eyes fluttered closed her breath rasping though her blood coated lips. Just as Snape proclaimed the answer to the question. Her blood was running purple now from the wound. She was indeed a pure blood.
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oh no. could this be the end of our herione? psch duh. thanx for reading! please please review. it take alot for me to beg.
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The world was incredibly quiet. Not a sound could be heard at first but slowly a pounding noise was ebbing its way to the surface
Hermione had her eyes squeezed painfully shut, trying to block out the pounding noise until he realized it was coming from in side her own head, from behind her eye lids. She realized she was laying face down on a hard cold surface and that every bone in her body hurt beyond recognition. Slowly she attempted to open her eyes, scraping her already abused face against the freezing ground turning it out towards the room, eye lashes fluttering against her pale cheeks in a dark contrast to those that were watching.
“Uggggg, what the fuuuuckkk…” her words were slurred and drawn out as if involuntarily. The light was blinding once her eyes were open and flung an arm over her eyes and pulled her body in a fetal position. What the hell had happened to her?
Peeking out under her arm, the room was dimmer and she suddenly remembered where she was.
Hermione was lying on the cold hard ground of the dining hall, in a circle of death eaters, at the feet of Lord Voldemort. Some one was saying something but she was unable to comprehend as she attempted to push her self up in to a sitting position. She wavered and crashed back down to the ground hitting her head once again. The ringing in her head was no longer able to block out the cold slithery voice of the Dark Lord.
“Where is he Mudblood? Where did he disappear to? Tell me or suffer my wrath yet again. Or do you like these little games?” there was chuckling coming from the circle surrounding her.
Hermione opened her eyes to stare at Lord Voldemort, to look in to his red snake eyes, so cold and unfeeling they were, as if she were looking at a dead and emotionless doll, his eyes held nothing.
“I don’t know. I don’t know where they are.” Her voice was harsh as if she had not spoken in a long time, as she had not, she would not allow her self to scream for him, would not give him the satisfaction. She steeled her self for the pain, knowing that it was coming again. She was not disappointed.
“Crucio.”
Her back arched off the floor as she refused to scream yet again, her body felt as if it was being ripped apart from the inside, as if her insides them selves were boiling searing their way through her, burning her. She wished for death at that point, fuck everything else, she only wanted the pain to stop, she brought her breath in a ragged gasp about to break, about to let out the scream that had been building in her throat when it stopped. She slumped back down on to the ground gasping, choking on the air she had just drug in to her lungs. Her hands were lying across her chest, against to soft satin of her bra. She opened her eyes, looking at her self. She had torn off her own shirt while dying inside, had cut in to the skin of her chest as if trying to carve the pain from her self. She cradled her arms around her self and rolled on to her side to hide her self from their prying eyes. She could see them glinting behind their steel masks, the death eaters eyes hungrily devouring her flesh with their eyes. She was shaking her head when she started coughing, her chest feeling as if it were breaking, her lungs felt as if they were bleeding with every breath, as they probably were. There was blood coming from her mouth now with every cough, she was choking on it.
Lord Voldemort laughed and it itched along her skin, causing it to attempt to crawl away. “If only you weren’t a Mudblood, if only you were a pure blood you would be an amazing addition to my ranks, you would be my prized center piece, so fierce so strong. Too bad.” he raised his wand to utter that one incantation, she almost welcomed it, but part of her was afraid. She was choking to death on her own blood anyways, this would be quicker. She wondered what it would feel like to die.
“Wait my lord. Please my lord.” some one was pushing his way through the crowd, through the black cloaks. Blaize Zambini rushed toward them, dropping to his knees next to Hermione and sliding to the dark lords bare feet, head bowed. “Please my lord, she is a pure blood, please she needn’t die for this.”
“How do you know such a thing? I should kill you along with her Zambini.” the Dark Lord’s eyes shown with contempt of the young man. The Zambini’s weren’t worth their weight in gold to him.
“I beg your pardon my lord, I do apologize but she is.” his head was bowed, touching the rough ground with his forehead as he worshiped at his lords feet.
“What proof do you offer?” His voice was casually interested now, for he did wish to own a witch as strong as Hermione.
“Please lord, I heard her in our dorms, she told the Auror Tonks that she was the daughter of Bellatrix and Rudolfus Le’strange. That she was adopted by the muggle family she had always thought to be her parents. Please allow me to do a blood spell it will show if she is telling the truth.” he kept his head buried in the Dark Lord’s silky robes.
“No. You seem to be invested in this girl, somehow, I will not allow you to tamper with the results. Snape come forward, only you I trust to do this task for me.”
“Yes my lord. It is an honor to have such trust as yours.” Snape stepped forward in to the circle of death eaters and stared down at Hermione’s dying form.
Snape slashed his wand through the air at her, causing a gash along her bare rib cage showing bone through the broken skin as the blood flowed. Hermione was finally able to breathe through the blood coming from her throat, though just barely. She would die from this wound deep inside of her, she knew it, but the pain from that gash left her gasping once again. Snape stepped forward and drew his wand up the trail of blood flowing form the wound, whispering under his breath, the incantation was in Latin and was vaguely familiar to her, but the blood loss was getting to her head, the lack of oxygen causing stars to poke through her sparse vision. She was dying; she had her answer as a calm numbness settled through her body. It didn’t hurt to die, she was no longer afraid as her eyes fluttered closed her breath rasping though her blood coated lips. Just as Snape proclaimed the answer to the question. Her blood was running purple now from the wound. She was indeed a pure blood.
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oh no. could this be the end of our herione? psch duh. thanx for reading! please please review. it take alot for me to beg.