Darkness Consumes

Cateye: Yeah, so would I. As for Severus and Lucius; thanks, and don’t think I would.



Gryffjr: Thanks, I like Barty, those pics were delicious. I might do a Barty/Hermione wallpaper soon. Anyway, thanks for liking the story, I hope you like this chapter anyway.



Dylan: Sorry, yeah, but she was trusting Mad Eye at the time, and she was too upset to care. That, unfortunately happens all the time... I was once preyed on at my most vulnerable. I had no fight in me, and I couldn’t resist, thankfully it didn’t go as far as it did with Hermione. Indeed, he will.



Lady Lynn: Hmm, well you might get a shock then with this chapter. Anyway, yeah I thought Dumbledore was a Saint and then I thought about him a lot more and realised he wasn’t now, I don’t like him. So, anyway, here’s an update.



Dee Dee: I love it when you try and guess what might happen next. You’re great. I might use some of those ideas then again I might not, so watch this space. I don’t really have an idea where this is going either, I sometimes look at your reviews to give me ideas and inspiration.



Angel: Poor Hermione? She’s got Barty and Snape vying for her attention... I suppose the rape wasn’t pleasant though, so yeah, poor, poor Hermione.



Expelliarmus: Sorry, I don’t write Harry with anyone but Ginny. I see Harry and Hermione as sort of a brother and sister type of relationship, I couldn’t do that; I know there are people that write incest, I don’t so for me it would be like putting Ron with Ginny... no, also I don’t like many same house pairings, I like Slytherin/Gryffindor or Gryffindor/Ravenclaw pairings, the only exception to the same house pairing is Harry/Ginny but then Harry was almost put in Slytherin and shows many Slytherin like traits, and the only other same house pairing I like is Draco/Pansy. Me too, I love Voldemort/Hermione stories. I have one written in the MALE/FEMALE section. I hope you like the update. Thanks for the five star rating.



Xenija: Oh, sorry. Thank you very much, yeah I have always suspected that Snape wanted to show a more human side to people like Hermione but knew that would blow cover and he couldn’t afford that.



Jill88: Here’s more. Glad you like this story.



Darkness05: Thank you, and here’s more.

Ophelia Immortal: Indeed, you take the rape out of it and it could be flattering. Thank you for the thumbs up. Let’s just hope you keep that thumb up throughout this chapter.

She’s My Toy



Barty showed her into his bedroom. She looked at him with wide fearful eyes. He sighed once the door was slammed shut. He looked at her and smirked.



“Now, Hermione, there are a few rules I want to lay down with you, and I know you are a sucker for rules.”



She glared at him furiously; she stepped up to him and was about to slap him in the face. He grabbed her wrist and twisted her around and held her arm against her back.



“Let me go!”



“You haven’t quite comprehended the situation yet, have you, missy?” he said in her ear as spittle dribbled out of his mouth and landed on her neck. “You are now my toy. You are not going anywhere. You are here to make me happy, and here to see to my needs. I can do what I want to do to you; I can play with you how I like. You are mine to toy with!”



Hermione was struggling in his grip, and he tightened in his hold. “I would never do anything to make you happy, Crouch Jr!”



“With my dad dead I think we can dispense with the Junior can’t we?” He said. “And you are to call me, Master, and I will call you my favourite toy!”



“Only when hell freezes over,” Hermione spat. He giggled and the vibrations of his chuckle ran through her body. He turned his head around and sniffed her hair, and then nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck. He smiled before tracing his tongue along her shoulder.



“Hmm, well we’ll see about that, Hermione, won’t we?”



“I hate you!”



“That only makes it so much the sweeter; love is highly overrated wouldn’t you say?”



She tried to squirm away from him again but he twisted her arm around again causing her to scream out loud.



“Although, it’s odd that I don’t hate you,” Barty said before brushing her hair aside with his face. He breathed on her causing her to shiver. “This could be wonderful.”

“Don’t, please, look there are other girls out there, why me? Why me?”



Barty looked down her body and saw how well she had developed over the past five years. Her breasts were certainly full, and her curves were all in the right places. He swept an arm around her waist as he began kissing her neck.



“Why you, Hermione? I think I can answer that question by turning you around.”



He turned her around in an elegant swing; she was face to face with her reflection in the full-length mirror at one end of the room.



“That’s just my reflection,” she said. “It proves nothing.”



“Look at yourself, Hermione, look at your body. Look at the way your breasts move every time you breathe. Look at the fire and intelligence sparkling in your eyes. Look at the way the firelight shimmers on your body. Look at your legs, and look at your hair, so thick, so lustrous and long. Hermione look at yourself, you are Athena; you are Hera, you are Helen of Troy. You are a Greek Queen or Goddess. Even your name is the feminine form of a Greek God. You want to know why you? You’re beautiful, absolutely beautiful.”



Hermione closed her eyes; she wasn’t used to hearing such words from anyone. She almost allowed herself to fall for his speech.



“I don’t believe you. There are girls out there that are twice as beautiful as I am.”



“Name one,” Barty said before trailing his lips across her shoulder blades. She resisted the urge to sigh.



“Okay,” she said. “Fleur De La Couer.”



“A bloody monster inside, name another one,” he whispered before kneeling down on his knees to kiss more of her back.



“Narcissa Malfoy,” Hermione said.



“A bitch not a witch, you are slowly losing your argument.”



“Pansy Parkinson?” Hermione said desperately. “Ginny Weasley, come on you’ve got to give me those two.”



“Parkinson has a face like a constipated pug dog, and Miss Weasley has red hair. I could never be attracted to anyone with red hair.”



Hermione groaned. He wanted her. There was no doubt about that. He wanted her. Then she smiled and voiced a mischievous thought:



“Draco Malfoy.”



“Hmm, whilst I agree in your assessment of him being a girl I cannot bring myself to like him the way I like you,” he chuckled though. “That was a very devious thought for a goody Gryffindor like you.”



Hermione sighed. “I am not always a goody, you know. You and I both have something in common.”



“Mmm, tell me,” Barty said.



“We both stole from Snape to make the Polyjuice Potion,” she said.



“Really, and who were you going to turn into?”



“Millicent Bulstrode,” she answered.



“Why would you lower your standards to that cow,” Barty murmured. He swung her around and she was greeted with the sight of him on his knees in a position of prostration, he looked up at her with a look of hunger and lust in his eyes. “My Lord brought me back to life for you. He see’s you as someone I could be happy with.”



“Hmm, as long as he gets a go with me himself.”



“I won’t let him!” he murmured before wrapping his hands around her waist and pushing her forward. He licked around her bellybutton. She tried to resist the urge to touch him, although it was almost impossible.



He kissed her stomach and abdomen. His hands gripped her hips and she sighed. Her resolve to not touch him dropped when he raised his head and started kissing the undersides of her breasts, her nipples hardened even though she didn’t want them to and he noticed. He wrapped a tongue around her nipple and licked its dark sweetness before taking it gently between his teeth and tugging on it slightly causing her to wrap her hands around his head and grabbing fistfuls of hair in her hands, she pushed him to carry on, urging him to take her breast in his hot attentive mouth. He raised his other hand to squeeze and prepare her other breast for the same ministrations.



He smirked against her soft rounded flesh and sighed. He looked up in her eyes. “Call me Master!”



Hermione fought the urge to obey; he knew exactly what to do to get her to obey his command. He started sucking her other nipple and he pulled its hard centre between his teeth.



“Master!” she sighed rolling her head back. He got up on his feet and snaked a hand around to support the back of her head.



He lowered his head and began sucking on the lower of her lip before nipping it slightly; she opened her mouth wider and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He began to play inside her mouth. She tried not to respond. She didn’t want to respond to him. She felt weird even liking it this much.



“Call me Master,” he said when he finished kissing her mouth.



“I can’t,” she moaned.



“Really?” he said. He lowered his mouth on her throat and sucked the base of it.



“Master!”



He looked into her eyes; they were hooded and blazing with lust and desire.



“That’s right, missy, I am your Master. From now on you do what I want you to do. Is that clear?”



“What do you want me to do?”



Barty’s eyes lit up. He had done his job right.



“You follow me to the bed. You lay yourself flat on your back, and spread your legs open for me to do what I please without you complaining; the minute you start complaining will be the minute I stop playing with you.”



Hermione nodded. She followed him to the bed meekly with her head bowed. He smiled at that subservient action. Once they reached the foot of the bed Hermione turned to look at him and she gulped.



It was a huge bed. It was covered in dark purple satin sheets with satin boulders and pillows. The bed had heavy velvet purple drapes around it. It was very sensual and rich.



“Crawl on the bed, my toy, crawl on the bed.”



She closed her eyes and placed her hands on the mattress and placed her knees on the mattress and she crawled on the bed like she was a cat. He watched with his head tilted to one side and that seemingly permanent smirk plastered over his face.



“Perfect,” he said. “Absolutely perfect. Now, stop.”



She stopped. “What now?” she asked.



“Now lie on the bed flat on your stomach and turn around,” she did so, “hmm, wonderful, now my little toy, spread your legs so that I can play with you.”



She spread her legs apart opening herself for him. He prowled up her body, he stopped briefly to sniff her aroma and he growled. He took hold of her wrists and pinned her to the mattress staring into her beautiful honey eyes darkened with desire.



“I can’t believe you even have to ask the question why I chose you, Hermione,” he murmured stroking her hair aside.



He flicked his wrist and he was naked all of a sudden. Hermione just kept her eyes on his face. He stroked her sides and picked up her legs and placed them over his waist before placing his penis at her entrance.



“Play with me, Master,” she groaned bucking her hips forward.



“I will, my toy.”



He slowly slid his tool inside her before thrusting fully inside her body. She hissed through her teeth grabbing hold of his shoulders. He thrust inside her again, slowly and smoothly. She matched his thrust.



“It’s nice when we play together isn’t it?” he murmured.



“Yes,” she hissed.



He thrust gently inside her again. She moved her hips up to meet him causing him to groan out loud. She looked at his expression. His dark eyes had grown darker. He looked down and some of his hair had flopped over his brow. Hermione had the unexplainable urge to brush his hair aside. But of all things that were happening to her today that was the last thing she was going to do.



He looked down and grinned. He pushed himself into her harder causing her to rake her nails deep into his flesh. He loved the slight amount of pain that caused. He was turned on by the thought of her inflicting pain on him. He looked down at her. Her nails were still in his flesh. He urged his tackle forward inside her in a very hard push; his forethought was correct. Her nails dug deeper into his flesh and she scratched right down his arms causing the blood to mingle with the sweat that was beginning to form through their movements.



“Oh, Hermione, this is heaven!” he growled before making another move into her body.



She urged her hips forward again wanting to take as much of him inside of her as she possibly could. He smiled at her efforts. Her hands were now flat on his biceps and she squeezed the muscles as he continued thrusting and moving in and out of her body in slow, calm, methodical movements.



Her mind was slowly losing what little grip on reality it had and she started to get vocal. He slithered in and out of her hard and fast now. He didn’t care; he just wanted sexual fulfilment. He wanted her to know that he could be demanding.



He smirked as he looked at the expression on her face, and he loved it glistening with perspiration. He descended his tongue on her breasts again; oh they are lovely. He licked them again whilst snaking his hands down to cup her butt cheeks in them. He pushed her forward and he groaned as her warm, wet vagina met his balls.



Her hands had slipped off his arms and landed on the mattress and she began scrunching the sheets up in her hands as she twisted and writhed underneath him not wanting to break the contact.

“Oh, Master, please!” she gasped; her mouth was dry and she was feeling hot. “Master, please!”



He smirked. “Please, what, my little toy?”



“Please, complete me, now!”



He giggled; this is exactly what he wanted to hear. Well, he might have termed it differently but the sentiments were still the same.



He lunged his hard member so deep inside her; she swore she could have felt the tip at the edge of her throat. He made as if to move out of her and noticed her relax. No, he wanted one more push then he’d see about letting her relax. He stroked her sides before arching up and grabbing hold of her hips. He pounded into her with mad energy causing her to finally scream his name. He then gave one last deep thrust before groaning out her name and collapsing on top of her.



He laid his head on her chest and she started to stroke his hair.



“That’s why I wanted you, Hermione, you’re the only one that can give me that kind of satisfaction.”



She turned her head around and kissed the top of his head before drifting off into sleep.



~*~*~



Lord Voldemort was strolling around the gardens in Riddle House when he heard a puffing sound from behind him. It was Pettigrew. He rolled his eyes and looked down at the rat.



“Well, Pettigrew, anything to report?”



“She’d certainly give you satisfaction, Master that’s for sure. But -!”



“But, what?” Lord Voldemort said coolly.



“But, Barty said that he won’t let you near her,” Pettigrew replied in abject penitence.



“He did, did he?” Voldemort sneered. “Well, lets see what the girl has to say for herself, hmm. I might have a mission for Barty soon. Oh, and Pettigrew, I can see into your mind. She might be a mudblood but I think even she has her level; and trust me, you are below that level.”



Pettigrew blushed. He looked into Lord Voldemort’s face as much as he could before turning away again. He scampered off back into the house leaving the Dark Lord by a rose bush. It was a deep purple rose; one that he loved. He picked it off the bush and raised it to his nostrils.



“Hmm,” he grinned. “I think it’s time to bring Tom Riddle back to life again. She could resist me as I am now, but as Tom Riddle...”



~*~*~



Snape rolled his eyes as he watched the young couple do things around his house. He laid the tablecloth; she placed the cutlery on the table. He placed mats between the cutlery before she placed glasses at the top of the forks. He placed drink and condiments in the middle before she brought out the dinner and started serving it up.



She ladled the lasagne into three bowls and she took theirs and he took Snape’s to the table. He sat at the front and she sat at the back and he sat at the head of the table. This was a very surreal situation.



Snape actually liked lasagne although he didn’t want to admit it. He was shocked at how good a cook Miss Weasley was.



“My compliments to the chef,” he said raising a glass in her direction.



“Ahem,” Harry said. “I think you’ll find I did the cooking.”



“What?” Snape asked blinking. Surely he hadn’t heard right. Men don’t cook! At least that’s what his father told him.



“Yes,” Ginny said. “Harry can cook all sorts of things. He’s better at it than I am.”



“Hey, come on, Gin you’re a wonderful chef; you just hate cooking. I, on the other hand, love it.”



Ginny humphed. “So, you cook Potter?”



“Yes, my surname is Potter and I cook! How ironic.”



Snape nodded his head; that was rather ironic. He ate it and felt satisfied.



“Well, if you can cook. Why the hell couldn’t you grasp Potions? It’s the same basic principle, you know.”



“Hmm, well I might have done had the teacher offered us some encouragement instead of being a nasty, autocratic bastard!”



Snape actually coloured slightly. “I admit I did let things get a little out of hand, Potter.”



“Oh you think?”



Ginny kicked Harry under the table. Harry winced and glared at his girlfriend.



“So, what are we going to do about Hermione?” Ginny asked placing a forkful of lasagne in her mouth.



“I don’t know; you’re going to have to wait until the Lord summons me again. Which he’s not very likely to at the moment.”



“What do you mean by that?” Harry asked.



“He hasn’t got a plan at the moment,” he replied. “I think he’s thinking of one though. He might summon me now or he might wait for six months. You never can tell what he would do from one minute to the next. You’ve got to be alert and on tiptoes!”



Harry nodded and they ate the rest of the meal in silence. Eventually Harry spoke. “What did she look like when you found her?” he asked solemnly.



“You don’t want to know, Potter. I’ve seen and done many things but nothing was as barbaric as that!”



Harry looked at him. “That bad?”



“Ten times worse,” Snape said. “Listen, boy there are things in life that is worth not ever seeing and that is one of them. A part of me is glad that wasn’t the memory you stumbled upon.”



“Why didn’t Dumbledore do anything about it? I can’t believe that he didn’t listen or didn’t want to do anything about it. He loved Hogwarts and all its students. Why did he let this one slip by?”



“We don’t know that one either, Potter. I thought he’d have done something about it but he didn’t.”



Ginny sighed. She looked at her watch and shrieked. “Harry, we got to go. We’ll be late.”



“Late?” Snape asked.



“Harry and I have got a date. He promised to show me what a Muggle Cinema is like.”



Snape smirked. “My last cinematic experience was The Italian Job. I snuck in even though I wasn’t supposed to as it was for 16 and overs only. I was only nine at the time.”



Harry raised his eyebrow. “If you were a Gryffindor I am sure you would have been a Marauder.”



“And your parents would still have been alive,” Snape said quietly. Harry and Ginny swapped looks and raised eyebrows. He noticed. “Go on, you two. You don’t want to be held up by a man who lost all his chances.”



Ginny’s heart swollen with pity at the look in Snape’s eyes, even Harry looked at him differently.



“Are you going to be all right?” Ginny asked reaching out to touch him. He flinched away from her outstretched hand.



“I’ll be fine, just go!”



Harry shrugged his shoulders and Ginny looked at Harry with a stung expression on her face.



“Well, see you tomorrow.”



“Yeah!”



Ginny stacked the dishes up and Harry unpegged their coats from the hook. He wrapped her coat around her shoulders before putting his on. Snape shook his head. They were so – together – it wasn’t fair. He wanted that with his Hermione.



As soon as they left Snape went to his pensive and selected a memory. His best memory! He looked into the bowl and saw him as a teenager receive his first kiss from Lily Evans. He wanted that again but knew he’d never get it.



”Hello, Severus,” her voice rang like a silver bell in his ears.



“Hello, Lily.”



“What are you doing?” Lily asked sliding in the seat next to him.



“Studying,” Snape replied. “I’m having questions over this theory.”



She laughed; it reminded him of a baby’s laugh. It was innocent, sweet, and fresh. “You’re always studying. It’s Christmas day for crying out loud. Put the books down and relax. Hey, look what Black tried to do.”



She produced a sprig of mistletoe. “Black tried to kiss you and you didn’t want it?” Snape asked.



“No, he’s not my type.”



Snape looked up only to have a pair of soft lips placed unceremoniously on his. He opened his mouth and she slipped her sweet delicious tongue inside his mouth and started kissing him thoroughly. He felt her hand squeeze his thigh.



“Want to take this somewhere more private?” Lily panted in his ear.



“Damn well I do,” Snape said gathering his books and placing them in his bag. He got up and offered her his hand and led her out of the Library. “Believe it or not the Slytherin Common Room is empty, me being the only Slytherin here. Come on.”



Lily giggled.



Snape pulled his mind away from that scene. He didn’t want to see what happened next, it would break his heart too much. He wished that he had a similar memory of him with Hermione.



He walked up the stairs to take a bath. He wanted to have an early night.



~*~*~

Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort sneered. He thought he never would be grateful for that half-blood wretch. He smiled though at how her reaction would be when confronted with the boy. He used Riddle more than once. He had hair samples from all age groups, just in case he needed to bring him out. He decided to use a hair sample from his thirty-year-old self. He liked himself when he was thirty he must admit.



He went to his Potions supply cabinet and found Polyjuice Potion. He found his second to last bottle. He needed to ask Snape to brew some more. He poured some in a cup and added the hair. It fizzled a little before he took some and he grinned before he gulped it down. It tasted disgusting but a small aftertaste would soon be cured by her sweet taste in his mouth.



He watched himself transform into Riddle in the mirror. He shed his black robes and opened his wardrobe. Time to dress like a mortal. He walked out of his basement and entered the hallway of the Manor. He spotted the stairs and grinned. She was up there. His latest conquest, she was probably bored with Barty by now and desired someone more powerful.



He walked up the stairs and found the bedroom he had given Barty. The Dark Lord gave but on condition that he received also. Barty had just finished. He opened the door. Barty looked at the intruder.



“Who are you?” he asked.



“A new member in the Ranks, I heard that there was some new girl; and our Master has said that I could play with her.”



“No one else plays with her but me, she’s my toy, and you can go play with yourself if you have to. But she’s mine!”



The Dark Lord chewed the inside of his cheek. Hmm, most interesting, he does seem to care a bit more about her than I suspected.



“That’s as maybe but would you be prepared to go against the wish of our Master?” he asked smoothly.



Barty held the sleeping form of Hermione close to him. “You can tell our Master that you can go find your own! I heard Miss Weasley needs a lesson or two being taught to her!”

Tom smirked as he regarded Barty. “Interesting, but I want her. I will get her. You’re just going to have to learn to share.”



“Over my dead body,” Barty growled.



That could be arranged, the Dark Lord thought.



“We’ll see,” he said coldly before eyeing the girl sleeping on the bed. Oh yes, he’d definitely have a bit of that all right; he wasn’t going to let some two bit follower have her all to himself.



She moaned before rolling her head on the pillow and she sighed before shifting position. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.



“Most interesting,” he thought. “Most interesting, indeed.”



A/N – Ah, so Barty definitely won’t share. Harry is the Modern Wizard, and the mystery of how Snape had lost his virginity is solved... what is going to happen to Hermione now? What will the Dark Lord do to Barty for not sharing his toy? What will Snape do about the whole situation? Find out in the next exciting episode of Darkness Consumes.