The Forbidden Ship

Tag: NoSex, humiliation (mild)

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The Easter Feast

It was a bet, and Lord Voldemort never ever lost a bet. Not once in his life.

So, of course he took it, certain he'd wipe that smug smile of Mudblood Granger's face. He was already looking forward to what he was going to make her do at the next Death Eater party, which would be at the coming Easter Sunday.

He had the custom ready to go: fishnet stockings held up through suspenders attached to a tight, black-leather, low-cut bodice with a fluffy, white, bouncy bunny tail. This all combined with a silver tiara with pink, bunny ears. For the occasion he'd conjured a set of black stilettos in a height he knew she'd trip in, and a set of black lace gloves.

Of course he would also have Bellatrix do her makeup, to further the humiliation.

Granger would hate it.

He sniggered in advance. It would be the best Death Eater Easter Feast Ever.

It was.

For Hermione.

Nobody else dared to comment or utter a sound, nor did they dare gesture or change their postures, and they kept their facial expressions firmly in check upon seeing the Dark Lord enter in the custom he'd created for Hermione.  

It certainly was a feast worth remembering. For all.

Though Hermione had to admit he wore the outfit with grace, and didn't trip.

Unfortunately.