Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)

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Chapter 46 ~ Voldemort Wants Answers

Snape walked swiftly into the throne room, making a beeline for his small room. He was out of sorts about what occurred between him and Miss Granger. Or should he refer to her strictly as the Primordial from now on. His climax with the witch had been beyond any pleasure he had ever experienced. He had felt himself connect with her mind, soul and body. He had felt whole and at peace, two things he was not. Snape was a fragmented, troubled wizard and had been so for many years. He was determined he would continue to be so. The Primordial’s power was seductive. He could be swept into her influence if he wasn’t careful. It would be easy to become addicted to Miss Granger to the exclusion of all else.

As Snape walked across the throne room deep in thought, Voldemort’s red eyes shifted toward him. Snape had raw power radiating off of him. It shot through the Dark Lord’s body, causing him to shudder with delight.

“Severus!” He called, “Come here.”

The Potions Master turned toward the throne, crossed the room and bowed low before his Lord.

“Yes, my Lord. How may I serve you?” Snape asked him.

The Dark Lord leaned toward him hungrily.

“I sense power radiating from you. What is the source of it? It is very powerful. Is it from the Primordial?” the Dark Lord lisped.

“I imagine it is my Lord. I am just leaving her rooms. I fulfilled her desires for her,” Snape replied.

“What happened that you carry residual power?” the Dark Lord asked, his red eyes sweeping over his servant suspiciously.

“When we climaxed together, it seemed her power manifested, affecting us both, my Lord,” Snape said.

“What did you experience?” the Dark Lord demanded. He wanted to know what it was like to be in the presence of such power.

“I-I cannot explain it, my Lord. It is beyond words,” Snape said truthfully. He was not about to tell the Dark Lord he feared becoming attached to the Primordial because of the way she made him feel.

The Dark Lord frowned, then stood up and walked down to Snape. He stood inches from him, a displeased look on his face.

“Then let me see for myself,” he lisped. He felt Severus was purposely hiding his experience from him, for whatever reason.

“Yes, my Lord,” Snape said, bowing his head.

Voldemort placed two scaly fingers against Snape’s temple to strengthen the connection.

“Legilimens!” the Dark Lord cried.

He saw Severus and the Primordial engaged very passionately in rather brutal sex, the Potions Master driving into the witch roughly. He told the witch to come using her given name then everything went blank. The Dark Lord drew back, enraged.

“Are you blocking the experience, Severus?” he demanded.

“No, my Lord. I would never do such a thing,” the Potions Master replied, inwardly cringing at the Dark Lord’s rage. This wasn’t good.

“Well, why can’t I see the experience? The release of her power?” he snarled at Snape.

“I don’t know my Lord. Perhaps because it was not a completely physical experience,” Snape said.

The Dark Lord scowled at the Potions Master blackly.

“I believe you are hiding it, Severus. Well, you will release the memory to me…Crucio!” the Dark Lord cried.

Snape seized up with pain immediately, his limbs locked to his body as pain ripped through him. It felt as if his blood were boiling in his veins. He shuddered helplessly as the curse ripped at him.

In her bed, Hermione received a vision of Snape in pain. She saw the Dark Lord applying the Cruciatus curse to the Potions Master. She jumped out of bed, her body immediately scourgified and a gown and house robe appearing on her body as she ran for the throne room.

She flung open the door and stopped as she saw Voldemort holding his wand on the Professor, whose eyes were rolled up to the pure whites with pain. She ran toward them.

“Stop! Why are you hurting him? Leave him be!” she yelled at the Dark Lord.

Suddenly, the curse was unable to reach the Potions Master, dissipating inches from his body as the wizard fell, convulsing on the floor. Voldemort had been very displeased, and the curse was fueled by his displeasure and so was very strong. The Potions Master was in bad shape, his limbs flopping uncontrollably, as he foamed at the mouth, his eyes still rolled up. He had pissed and shit on himself, unable to control his bodily functions.

The Dark Lord, seeing that his curse no longer could touch the Potions Master stopped the spell, his red eyes sliding toward the young witch running toward his fallen servant.

“Why were you torturing him?” Hermione asked Voldemort as she fell on her knees at the Professor’s side and tried to gather the convulsing wizard into her arms.

“Professor. I’m here,” she said to the wizard. He couldn’t hear her, caught in the aftermath of the terrible spell. Hermione pulled him against her and wrapped her arms around him tightly, willing for the pain to leave him. Immediately his convulsions stopped. She willed him clean, and Snape was restored to cleanliness.

Voldemort was back in his throne, watching the Primordial use her powers to save her lover. She had stopped his spell. HIS spell. Interfered with his punishment of his servant. He didn’t need a reason to torture. He enjoyed it. But in Snape’s case he had some knowledge he wanted. Gods, the witch was powerful.

Hermione helped Snape to his feet, supporting him with her shoulder fitted under his arm.

“Why were you punishing him, my Lord? Did he do something?” Hermione asked.

“I wanted to know why he had residual power on his person, and how he acquired it. When I looked into his mind, the experience was blocked. I wanted to see it, so I applied the curse to break the wall that blocked it. It is my usual method of getting information, Miss Granger. He is used to it,” the Dark Lord replied.

“No one gets used to that kind of pain. You probably couldn’t see it, my Lord because of the magic. It was raw and powerful, and what happened between us was on an inner level, though triggered by a physical act. It wasn’t a conscious experience. I doubt it would register,” she said.

“But he must have a memory of it,” the Dark Lord said angrily.

“I do, my Lord. I just can’t find the words to express it,” Snape said weakly.

“It’s not fair of you to ask him to explain an experience like that, my Lord. It’s like asking someone to explain the gods. I can tell you this. My power streamed through me and into him. We shared a powerful climax together. That is all that happened, my Lord,” Hermione said, fighting not to frown at the Dark Wizard, who looked very angry.

“Very well, Primordial. But I warn you, I don’t have much patience. I realize you were motivated by your emotions, but never come between me and any of my servants again. Severus was my servant, long before he was yours. You are a guest in my domain. I suggest you act like one,” the Dark Lord said, seething inwardly. He had killed for having a conversation interrupted. How much worse was this? Actually interfering with a spell? He ground his teeth.

“Come on, Professor…you are coming with me,” Hermione said, pulling him toward her rooms. Snape resisted, but he was weak, and tired. He allowed her to take him. But he knew she had just done a very dangerous thing, saving him from the Dark Lord’s wrath. Now she was in very real danger from the wizard. He hoped her powers were up to par.

Hermione’s door opened, seemingly of its own accord, and the two of them passed through it. It closed behind him.

Voldemort cast a silencing spell around his throne and let out a roar of frustration. How dare she? He had to either secure her word to help him or find a way to destroy her, and soon. She had just taken away the symptoms of the Cruciatus curse just by her will. For years healers had searched for a fast cure for the effects and were unsuccessful. She did it as easily as blinking. What power. How he coveted it.

The Dark Lord calmed a bit and thought about the power the witch had shared with Snape at climax. Snape was a fairly strong wizard, but nowhere near as powerful as himself. Perhaps if he were to experience the flow of her power, he could retain some of it. Use it. It might enhance him. But to do that, he would have to fuck the Primordial. She was very attached to Snape. Did her powers block the influence of his realm? He hoped not, but she hadn’t yet evidenced an interest in exploring her sexuality. He could try to cast a lust spell on her, or the Imperious…but he wasn’t sure if her magic would protect her. He would have to think about this. He wanted to experience that power. He would find a way.

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Hermione helped Snape into her bedroom and led him to the bed, helping him to sit down. She pushed him back and lifted his legs, positioning him in the bed. In an instant he was in only his silk boxers, his clothing nowhere in sight.

“What did you do with my clothes?” he asked weakly, scowling at the witch, who was shrugging out of her robe.

“I put them where you can’t find them so you can’t dress and leave. Though I’m not sure how good that tactic will work on a wizard who fucks in public,” she said, climbing over him and lying down. She turned toward him. “You probably don’t have a problem walking about naked.”

“I don’t,” he said shortly.

Hermione studied him.

“Hm. It took a lot of work to get you back in my bed,” she said smiling at him.

“I shouldn’t be here, Miss Granger. I should be in my own rooms,” he said quietly, not looking at her.

“Why? Because you felt something for me other than lust?” Hermione asked.

“No. I didn’t feel anything different toward you, Miss Granger. You are still just a woman, although a very powerful one. But your magic is seductive when combined with sex. I don’t want to get caught in its hold. I’ve already been seduced by two Masters.” he said.

“So does that mean you won’t fuck me again, Professor?” she asked him, her face frowning slightly.

“No, it doesn’t. I will fuck you because it is in my best interest to keep other wizards away from you. Though I am afraid the Dark Lord has even greater designs on you, now that he knows you can share your power with your sex partner at climax. He covets your power,” Snape said.

He turned his head to her.

“Be careful of what you eat and drink with him from now on. And I don’t know if you can discern through glamours or transfigurations, but you need to be on your guard. He might attempt to impersonate me. You will know the difference if he enters you, however. My cock, when aroused is rigid. His cock moves like a snake.”

Snape looked at her thoughtfully.

“You should test me every time I come to your rooms. Place your hand on my cock through my robes. It will arouse either the Dark Lord or me. If you feel me swell and throb, then you know it is me. But if I swell, throb and start to wriggle about, you will know it is the Dark Lord,” Snape said, smirking a bit.

Hermione looked at him.

“That sounds pretty nice for you. Every time you come in here I give you a pseudo-handjob. Gods,” she said.

“Can you think of anything better?” he asked her.

“Not at the moment. But I’ll be thinking about it,” she said, yawning. She rolled over

“I’m going to sleep. All that activity made me tired. Good night, Professor,” Hermione said. The torches dimmed.

“Good night, Miss Granger,” Snape said, turning to face away from her.

Everything was getting so complicated. It was all going to boil to a head soon.

Snape hoped he wouldn’t be the one burned.

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A/N: Man…Hermione got between Snape and Voldy. Not smart, though I can see why. She really is getting stronger. She might even be ready to take on Voldy and Dumbledore. Well, more to come. Please review.