Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 107 ~ Coming to a Head

Jasmine returned to her bedroom and disillusioned herself. She took off her robe and the green nightie, scourgifying it a second time and putting it back in the box for tomorrow, when she would wear it for Voldemort. She climbed into her bed, tired and wrapped her arms around herself as she thought about Mathias.

He had been better, kinder than she thought he would be. He really worked at making her feel good, and he succeeded. When they were finished, and the thought of Voldemort came to mind, the thought of the wizard being killed came to her mind as well, and she couldn't bear it. She didn't want him to see her cry. She wanted Mathias to think she was strong and ok with what he and Andreas were going to do. But she wasn't. She was scared for him. If she had stayed there, she would have told him that…and he would have seen she was weak. She didn't want him to worry that she wouldn't be able to handle what was going to happen. So she left.

Now the tears of fear came. She wasn't afraid for herself. If she died, it would just be the sins of the father visiting the child. Generational karma. And if she had to die she would rather it be trying to bring Voldemort down than any other way. But she didn't want either Mathias or Andreas to die. They were risking everything to destroy the wizard and had planned to kill him for years.

Jasmine knew nothing about Mathias' journey to the Dark Soul of the world, nor exactly how he had acquired the serpent on his chest. The witch also knew nothing about Andreas' vision. She just assumed the boys had a strong sense of loyalty to the wizarding world, and to fighting evil. As far as Jasmine was concerned, they were born heroes. She hoped they would be successful. A world with Voldemort as ruler would not be a world worth living in.

The witch rolled over, feeling a pulse as she remember Mathias driving into her so hungrily, his hair swinging, his dark eyes full of fire. What were they now? Probably nothing. There were no commitments or promises made between them. It was just one night and not based on desire, though desire was there. She went to the wizard wanting to do more when his hour came. Jasmine offered herself up hoping to save his life, not to become more than a friend to him. And he hadn't said they would be anything more.

At least she had enjoyed her deflowering. Mathias had been patient, passionate and strong. She didn't regret what they did.

She only hoped it hadn't been in vain.

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Severus spent the night with a distraught Hermione. She was this way for two reasons. First she felt as if she had failed everyone by not cracking the secret of Voldemort's sinister mark. It was Hermione's first bout with failure, and the witch didn't take it well at all. The second reason was Severus was going to have to enter the Dark Lord's fortress and engage him face to face. She knew what this meant. Most likely her lover would die.

The Potions Master held the sobbing witch close in his arms, trying to comfort her.

"I have no plans of dying, witch," he said against her temple, "but if I do, I expect you to be strong and continue on. You know the risks I've taken all my life. Tomorrow, I will finally reveal my duplicity to the Dark Lord. I will be free of him either way."

"I want to be there," Hermione sobbed, "I can fight, Severus."

"No, you must help defend Hogwarts and the students that remain here in case we fail, Hermione. Keeping the castle out of his power is most important. Hogwarts may be the last free bastion in the wizarding world. Everyone will gather in the Great Hall at six-thirty and at seven, the castle defenses will lock down and stay down until they are lifted. You must stay here, my love," Severus said.

Hermione stiffened for a moment, then looked up at the wizard.

"Your love?" she repeated, her amber eyes meeting his in disbelief.

"Yes, my love…for a number of years. My unspoken love. You have my heart, witch…you are the only woman to ever capture it and you are the only woman to whom my heart will ever belong," the wizard said softly. "I can tell you now. I am free of Voldemort and no longer fear what he can do to me. So here are those three words you've felt but never heard from me. I love you."

"Oh Severus!" Hermione said, flinging herself on the wizard and covering his face with kisses. Severus enjoyed her enthusiastic attentions for several moments, then restrained her, the witch's lips still puckering as he did so.

"Should I survive Voldemort, witch…I hope you do not expect to hear those words twenty-four hours a day, or for me to walk about holding your hand or to give you chocolates and flowers. It won't happen," he said a bit gruffly.

Hermione didn't care about that. He loved her. She knew it now.

"That's fine, Severus," she replied.

The Potions Master looked at Hermione, then suddenly rolled on top of her.

"I love you, witch," he murmured, sliding inside of her, shuddering with emotion.

They made love several times that night, Hermione finally making Severus stop because he needed his strength for tomorrow.

"You will always be my only weakness," the wizard replied, pulling her close and closing his eyes.

Hermione lay against the Potions Master's chest, listening to his heart.

It just had to keep beating.

Severus just had to come back.

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The next morning, Andreas, Jasmine and Mathias were making their way outside to get in their daily training when Severus stopped them.

"Good morning," he said to the trio, who returned his greeting.

"You're up early, dad," Mathias observed.

"Yes I am," Severus said. "I wanted to see the sunrise. And to catch Miss Malfoy."

His black eyes shifted to the witch.

"May I have a moment of your time, Jasmine?"

This was the first time the Professor had ever called her by her given name. Jasmine looked at Mathias and Andreas, then at Severus.

"Yes sir," she said, following him into his Head of House office.

Andreas and Mathias stood there until Severus stuck his head back out.

"You two go ahead. Jasmine will join you shortly," he said to the boys.

Andreas began walking to the common room exit, but Mathias held back a bit, craning his neck as he walked past the office.

"Come on. Your father has business with the witch. She will be fine," Andreas said.

Mathias sped up until he caught up with Andreas.

"How was last night?" Andreas asked Mathias.

"Good," the wizard replied shortly, throbbing slightly as he remembered fucking Jasmine. He didn't say anything more however. He felt what happened should remain between he and the witch.

Andreas nodded.

"I hope my night with Dana will be 'good' too," the wizard said as they turned into the main hall and walked out on to the grounds of Hogwarts.

Jasmine joined them about forty-five minutes later and immediately began her warm-ups. Mathias looked at her, and his belly tightened. But the witch had shown no difference toward him when they met up this morning. She acted as if nothing had happened between them…so he followed suit, not wanting to appear like some kind of fawning git. It had happened…now it was over. Still, he was curious as to what his father wanted and walked over to the witch, watching her bend her body limberly. When she straightened, he moved in.

"So, what did my father want, Jasmine?" Mathias asked.

"It's something between he and I, Mathias. I don't want to talk about it," she responded, twisting her body back and forth.

This was one of the rare times Mathias used legilimency on Jasmine. Too much was at stake for secrets now…but he found he couldn't penetrate her mind. The witch was too full of emotion. No matter how calm she appeared on the outside, inwardly she was boiling over. Well, at least she could physically control herself despite her feelings. She would do well tonight.

"All right," he said, walking away then taking off at a jog. Andreas joined him as Jasmine went through her sets.

Her eyes were wet with tears.

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Kingsley gave the Order members involved in the assault on Voldemort's stronghold their final instructions. Harry and Ron were among them, the sword of Gryffindor in a scabbard tied around Harry's waist, and Ron with a wicked short sword attached to his fighting robes. Every member was dressed in white, symbolic of the Good.

"You all have your Track-a Ports, your weapons and your partners?" he asked, his deep voice enhanced by the Sonorous charm as he addressed the contingent of fifteen hundred Order members.

They all murmured agreement, Ron and Harry looking at each other and clasping hands.

"Fine. Between seven and seven-thirty tonight, Order member Severus Snape will face and distract Lord Voldemort so the protective wards around his fortress will drop. When that occurs, the green light on top of the Track-a-Port will begin blinking, indicating the destination is available because it will be able to read Severus. Press the blue button and you will be transported. Keep your arms linked as you transport. We don't want anyone left behind who doesn't have a Track-a-port. We need each and every one of you."

Kingsley's brown eyes swept the group.

"Remember, this is a physical attack, not a magical one. Albus will do his best to occupy Voldemort to the point our numbers can physically overpower him. You are to take him out with extreme malice. The more pieces he's cut into, the better."

The wizards and witches all cheered. They would do their best.

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At five o'clock, Severus arrived at Order headquarters, collected what he needed and left, heading back to Hogwarts.

At five thirty, Mathias and Andreas arrived at Jasmine's room. They went over the scenario a final time. By six-fifteen they were ready.

At six-thirty, Draco arrived at Hogwarts to retrieve his daughter. He felt cold inside at the thought of delivering her to Voldemort for deflowering, but it couldn't be helped. He entered Slytherin house and walked directly to her room. He knocked.

"Jasmine, it's time," her father said.

Jasmine opened the door and looked at her father with empty eyes. She was dressed in her Slytherin dress robes, her hair brushed out and wore a little makeup. Draco looked her over. She was so beautiful his heart ached. He steeled himself.

"You are wearing the nightie only beneath your robes?" he asked her.

Jasmine nodded.

"Then we'd better go," Draco said, offering his daughter his arm.

She didn't take it. He couldn't blame her.

They walked through Hogwarts silently, out on to the grounds and through the gates. Draco could have unwarded the gates as easily as Severus, but the Dark Lord wanted this final proof of the Potions Master's loyalty.

Draco placed his arm through Jasmine's. She was stiff and silent.

"The Dark Lord is going to look much different than he did at the party, Jasmine. But despite his appearance, he is a man. You must not flinch or show any reluctance towards him. He is very sensitive about his appearance, and there have been stories about how brutal he is to women who show disgust. So you have to be strong, Jasmine," Draco said softly. "You'll get through this."

"If I do, it will be no thanks to you, father," she said quietly, not looking at him.

Draco's eyes swept over her as his heart clutched in his chest. Jasmine had no idea how giving her to the Dark Lord tore at his soul. But it was a matter of survival.

They disapparated.

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Jasmine and Draco appeared in the throne room, both immediately dropping to one knee and bowing their heads before the throne.

Voldemort sat there, resplendent in golden robes. His red eyes glittered at the sight of Jasmine.

"Arise and approach the throne, Consort," the wizard lisped.

Jasmine rose. Careful to keep her eyes lowered, she approached the wizard's throne.

"Look at me," Voldemort hissed.

Jasmine raised her eyes and looked upon Voldemort. Her insides clutched as she looked at the bald, scaly wizard. No beautiful robes could hide his hideousness, his horrible red eyes washing over her.

Voldemort's cock snaked lustfully as he met Jasmine's ice-blue eyes and swept over her robes. She didn't react to his appearance. Good. He would have been very displeased if she had. He looked at Draco.

"Return to the troops, Draco. You have done well," he said.

"Yes, my Lord," Draco replied, his eyes still on the floor.

The wizard hesitated, then disapparated.

Voldemort looked at Jasmine, then rose and approached her. Jasmine stood her ground, but lowered her eyes again. She didn't want to look at him. She felt his finger under her chin and lifted her face to his.

"Are you afraid, Jasmine Malfoy?" he asked her, his red eyes glistening.

"Yes," Jasmine said in a low voice.

Voldemort chuckled.

"It's good that you don't attempt to lie to me, Jasmine. Come," he said, grasping her hand in his elegant, scaly cold one. It was all Jasmine could do to keep from recoiling.

"Let us go to my bedchamber," the wizard said, leading her from the throne room.

There were no deatheaters in evidence, all of them being deployed and disillusioned in various areas of the wizarding world.

Voldemort looked back at the witch. She was Draco's daughter. He had never properly paid Draco back for his incompetence.

He was going to love punishing her. He sped up.

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A/N: Well, we are at the point. Please review.