Filthy Little Mudblood

Thanks SO much for the reviews! I'm glad you're enjoying the story! I've started a new Remus/Hermione one that I'll be posting soon, but I'd love to know what you think of this one. Please review and make me a happy witch! Severus gets a little in this chapter!


The morning sun streaked through the room, making Hermione sigh wearily and hold her eyes shut tightly. She thought about rolling over and covering her head, then decided that she still had work to do with her newest books and slowly climbed out of bed.

A sudden thought struck her and she glared at the window. If the window was charmed to only show the occupant’s moods, then why the hell was it so damn sunny?

“Good morning,” he drawled, his silky voice sending shivers of delight throughout her wakening body.

“Are you responsible for the sunlight?” she asked grumpily, walking towards the bathroom to freshen up.

“Yes, actually, I am,” he called after her. “You see, I redid the windows whilst I waited on Sleeping Beauty to arise. It now actively reflects the weather of the outside world. I thought that would make it easier on you to determine times, since you’re not allowed a timepiece.”

“Sleeping Beauty was awakened by a kiss, just for future reference,” she replied, walking back over to him. “And Heaven forbid I know what time it is, I might actually learn one day from the next.”

She was very surprised to hear his sudden chuckle at her jibe towards his Master’s insane thoughts. He covered it quickly however, and looked a bit out of sorts for just a moment.

“I brought your dress for the party tonight. It’s currently after twelve in the afternoon and you will need to be ready promptly at six.”

“Yes, I was wondering how I would manage that feat, not knowing what time it was and when to start readying myself. Thank you, I’ll be ready.”

He nodded in answer before walking over to the chair and gathering the bag. Carefully picking it up, he handed it to her and waited for her reaction--she didn’t disappoint him. Her face held a look of trepidation as she unzipped the bag and pulled away the wrappings. The gasp she emitted was audible and her smile was brilliant when she looked at him.

Almost knocking him backwards, she flew into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. “Thank you, Lucius! Thank you so much!”

“You’re quite welcome,” he replied, holding her tightly for a moment before breaking away from her. “You looked worried. Tell me, what were you expecting?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” she answered, a look of complete honesty in her eyes. “I know our um, relationship has evolved to somewhat more than was ever expected, but this is just an amazing gift, Lucius. I suppose I expected to actually look like the whore-slave everyone thinks I am. I just didn’t expect something so nice. No one has given me anything so nice before.”

Lucius had to look away from her face, away from the emotions he saw playing in her eyes that he was afraid she’d be able to read in his own. Instead he studied the simple dress. He had picked this one out himself, not trusting anyone else to do so, and was quite pleased with what he had found. The straps of the dress were tasteful, even if the low cutting did allow quite a bit of cleavage to show, and the length should hit her around the ankles. He knew she’d be a vision for the Dark Lord to behold, the one he commanded to see, and silently wished that he could actually make her ugly for the night.

“I want you to have nice things, Hermione. I bring you books and such to keep your sharp mind occupied, but I want you to have comforts as well. If there is anything you need, all you have to do is ask.”

She stared wistfully out of the window, Lucius temporarily forgotten as she gazed at the bright sky and wished she could go home. Things would be nothing like before, but she hated being trapped. She supposed that what she truly wished for was something that she would never get, and therefore there was no reason to wish in the first place.

“I’m very happy with what I have, Lucius. Will you be with your wife tonight?”

He looked at her in shock for a moment before he could come up with a response. It was obvious there was something more she desired, and he could only assume it was her freedom--freedom he was very unwilling, not to mention unable, to give her. He was also very curious as to why she was asking about Narcissa.

“No, most of the night she will spend with Bella going over every detail of the party. That is their task for the night, mostly Bella’s punishment for angering the Dark Lord. I will only leave you for short periods of time, but I will always have my eyes on you,” he added in warning, afraid she was planning something.

She let out a deep sigh of relief and smiled up at him. “Good. I was worried I’d be deserted all evening and have to fend for myself. Of course, with you being there, I’ll have to act properly enslaved won’t I?”

He smirked at her. So it wasn’t escape she wanted, but protection. That was surely a good sign. Unfortunately, the one she needed protecting from the most was the one he couldn’t stop. “Yes,” he answered finally, “you will have to do as your told. I will spare you in any way I can, but you must understand that these people are not of the nicest nature. They’re not called Death Eaters as a joke and would surely kick you while you’re down and spit in your face if given a chance.”

Grimacing at those words, Hermione slowly made her way back over to the dress and ran her fingers over the velvety material.

“I must take my leave. I will be back shortly to collect you. Perhaps you should read some more while I’m away,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around her waist and bringing her flush with his body before filling her senses with a searing kiss. “Impress me,” he said quietly before turning and walking out of the room.

For several hours after Lucius had left, Hermione waited around nervously. She had read more of her books and practiced more spells, but the ones she had yet to do were the ones she needed someone around to help her with. Most of her time, she spent lost in thought. The moment she had opened a few of the books, she felt the now familiar feeling of a foreign power running through her veins. Only now that she understood the powers, could she engulf them like a starving child.

When she assumed the time to be close, she showered and began getting ready for the night ahead. Knowing that a horrible time was awaiting her, but that Lucius had asked her to impress him, she immaturely decided to go about the night as if it were a date. She began doing her hair and makeup. Using a light touch of color, but darkening her eyes to a very smoky hue, she achieved the look of an aristocrat and marveled at Lucius’ knowledge of ‘key make-up ingredients’. Her hair was artistically done. Pulled up away from her face, but freely flowing in golden-brown curls down her back, it added to the allure of her unpronounced beauty.

Slowly exiting the bathroom, she walked nervously over to her dress. She was still in awe and caressed the dress like she would a fragile lover, before taking it out and slipping it on. ‘Perfect fit,’ she mused, once again astounded at Lucius’ abilities where females were concerned. The green velvet hugged her curves and raised her breasts, showing every inch of her body in a very tasteful way. The straps wrapped around her shoulders and left her back completely bare, dangerously low. She supposed she should be thankful for the length at least, since the dress flowed down from her hips and grazed the floor. Then she noticed that the slit on the side went all the way up to her hip, showing her long, toned leg with every step. ‘Tastefully slutty,’ she mused.

Sighing heavily and wishing once again that this were a date, she slowly began placing the silver shoes on her slender feet. ‘Green and silver,’ she thought in disgust before going to look at herself in the mirror.

“Good enough,” she said out loud, walking back into the room to find Lucius staring wide-eyed at her.

He quickly gaurded his expression and let his eyes travel the entire length of her body and back up again.

“Does this meet with your approval, Lord Malfoy?” she asked demurely.

“More than,” he answered, swiftly walking over and taking her hand. Bowing over her offered hand, he gently brushed his lips across her knuckles before tucking it into his arm.

“And now we party,” he said quietly and she was almost positive their was an air of dread in those words.

“And now we party,” she agreed heavily, allowing the situation to wash over her completely for the first time this evening.

“We will be arriving early as I do not wish to make a scene with you entering. Be cautious, pet, you will not like what you see tonight, but you must not allow it to show. Keep stoic and in command of yourself or we will both pay the price. Do you understand me, Hermione? No matter what you see tonight, you must not show your emotions.”

“I understand. As much as I dread this, I will remember myself,” she said timidly, then added, “for you.”

He gave her a brief, encouraging smile, then walked to a set of double doors. The entire way down the steps and to this room, Hermione couldn’t help but notice the normalcy of the manor. Had she walked in of her own accord, she never would have expected Dark Wizards to live here. Then again, that was part of the reasoning she was sure. The dim-witted Ministry never did look further than the end of its’ own nose.

Lucius opened the door quietly and they stepped inside. As he walked her over to a far corner, he quietly murmured, “Severus has agreed to keep an eye on you at the times when I am unavailable. I hope that is ok with you.”

“Perfectly,” she replied gratefully. “Although I’m sure he would rather kill me with his own bare hands.”

He gave her another brief smile and showed her to her seat, on the floor. In a cold, commanding voice, he said, “you will sit here at my feet, slave, and do as your told.”

She immediately knew the ‘show’ had started and answered quietly, “yes, Master,” as she took her seat at his feet. The room was fairly empty and he had her sequestered in a far corner, so she chanced adding in a very low voice and to no one in particular, “I thought about changing my dress to other more suitable colors.”

He snorted, but didn’t respond, knowing exactly what colors she had in mind and laughing inwardly at her cheek.

Hermione sat back on her self-made comfortable padding and watched as others entered the room. She recognized several of the Death Eaters and was grateful that none had seemed to notice her. She gasped audibly when she saw several other girls being roughly pushed to the floor. These were obviously the slaves Lucius had told her about and her insides churned with guilt and sincere thanks at the way Lucius treated her. He was right, next to them she did indeed look like a queen.

Studying their beaten and bruised faces, she tried to recognize any of the malnourished girls. Some she thought might be the ones that were taken at the same time as Ginny and herself, but others had obviously been there for a long time. They were all wearing the kind of dress that she had feared she would be in. They looked like a pirate’s wench and their Death Eaters looked all too ready to share them around. She jumped when she felt Lucius’ breath on her neck.

“Cast your eyes downward,” he said and she quickly obeyed. “Remember to keep emotionless,” he continued as if he were giving her harsh commands, “you will not become one of them, Hermione, but you cannot save them now either. The true party will begin when Severus and the Dark Lord come in, but the problems, I fear, will come when you are noticed. Be prepared and remember to keep your eyes down.”

“Yes, Master,” she responded, looking to the world like a thoroughly chastised slave, although very few had noticed her yet.

In the next half hour, she found herself wishing that she were invisible. Many Death Eaters had found Lucius and walked over to speak to him about one thing or another, while commenting on their wishes to borrow his slave. Hermione was amazed at how openly they talked of missions and such with her there, but assumed that they believed she would die in the house so it really wouldn’t matter what she knew. She felt the cold, hard powers become stronger within herself and welcomed them happily. She would use this to her advantage, gathering any and all knowledge and storing it away for later.

Suddenly the doors burst open and Lord Voldemort strode in with Severus Snape only a footstep behind. They walked to the front of the room and sat down as everyone stopped and bowed while Voldemort relished the dead silence that met their presence. He took the highest chair, like a king to a throne, and Severus sat immediately to his right. Hermione’s head was lowered, but she glared at them both in her mind. She may physically desire the experience she was sure to have with Voldemort, but she still hated the man. Snape, on the other hand, she had yet to figure out. She was sure there was so much more to Harry’s story than even he knew, but she had yet to find out what it was. Schooling her thoughts, she turned her attention to the head ‘throne’ and listened to the words being spoken.

“Severus Snape,” he said in his low, calm voice that seemed to wash over her body and leave her tingling, “has served me well these many years. Very soon he will resume his role as a spy and infiltrate the Order of the Phoenix. Our objective will be two-fold; destroy the Order and destroy Harry Potter. Tonight, however, we celebrate! Due to his unceasing loyalty, tonight we will honor Severus. His reward, however, is one I will see to towards the end of the night.”

With a flick of his wand the tables were laden with food and drink. There was a brief second when she could have sworn she heard Severus say ‘fucked up Bastard,’ but when she dared a look at him, his features were blank. Lucius quietly talked with a few others around his table and smiled genuinely when Severus came over to join him. Hermione heard his gasp and could only assume he had just noticed her, but nothing was said as they began to congratulate him and talk of other things. She gathered from the conversation around her that the planned entertainment for the night would be muggle torture. She had to keep reminding herself not to care, to embrace the hardness she had felt earlier and stay detached. The smell of food was wafting around and making her stomach growl lightly, but she knew better than to assume the slaves would be fed. Unlike the others however, she was sure Lucius would take care of her needs when they left. He had given her a late lunch and now she understood why. Once again, she reminded herself of the other day when he so forcefully had taken her, and refused to acknowledge that the late lunch was anything more than just him feeding her. Even if she had forgiven, she had not forgotten.

Severus had walked to a different table not long after and only wished he could slip away unnoticed. The only thing he hated more than being with a bunch of drunks was being the center of attention around said drunks. Impatiently he took a seat away from most of the others and sat brooding. Without warning a cold voice hissed to his left, making him spin around and bow his head.

“Now, now, Severus, what are you doing hiding in the corner? This is your party, is it not? Do you not find everything to your liking?”

“Yes, Master, of course I do. I just needed a breather for a moment.”

“It would appear,” he said slowly, following Severus’ previous gaze, “that you were staring at Lucius’ mudblood slave. Do you desire her Severus? She would probably make for a very suitable fuck.”

“Possibly, My Lord, but as her past professor I find it hard to see her that way,” he replied honestly.

“Perhaps we should change that,” he said, standing and walking away to speak to his other servants.

Lucius watched warily as Bella and his wife walked towards his table.

“Bella, Cissy,” he said regally as he stood to greet them. “What do I owe the pleasure?”

“Pleasure, dear husband?” Narcissa spat and Hermione had the distinct impression she was being stared at. “I think we can all agree that the niceties need not be observed between us, Lucius.”

“Ah, I think you’re right, dear wife. However, these are only manners. One can’t be married to you as long as I have and not learn to bite his tongue and mind his manners, now can he?”

Narcissa huffed, making Hermione wonder why that comment had her rankled. She was surprised to find herself relieved that their marriage wasn’t a happy one, but concerned that she even cared. Those thoughts were quickly replaced with ones of rage when Bella joined the conversation.

“Cissy, you know Lucius is trying to get you riled tonight. Just ignore him. Besides, even a mutt can show respect, just look at my dear cousin. Before I killed him, I made sure he respected me.”

Hermione felt the rage surge within her, but tamped it down, not allowing any emotion to show on her face as Bella continued to taunt her.

“From what I hear, his little wolf friend will be next. I believe I’d like to personally take out the red-headed blood traitors myself. Maybe our Master will let us make a day of it!” she cackled gleefully.

Suddenly, without warning, she tripped and fell completely on her ass, legs sprawled and eyes blazing as she looked for her attacker. The only thing she saw however, was Lucius’ hand offering to help her up, and his face breaking into an enormous smile before he openly laughed at her. Several of the surrounding Death Eaters joined in and only one had seen Hermione flick her fingers right before the accident, but assured himself that he was seeing things and went back to brooding in his corner.