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Time Winding Down
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Chapter 47 ~ Time Winding Down
Harry returned to his room late, in the hope that Ron would be asleep. No such luck. The red-haired wizard was awake and sitting on the side of his bed when Harry walked in. Harry wordlessly undressed and got into bed as Ron looked at him.
“Harry?” Ron said in a low voice.
Harry ignored him.
“Harry, I’m sorry,” Ron said, “When I thought of Hermione with Snape, I just exploded. It was too much for me to take. You know how I feel about her.”
Harry shifted in the bed.
“I know we’ll never be together, Harry. She made that much clear when we tried to be a couple. She’s just too smart for me, and she wouldn’t want to settle down, be a housewitch and raise a bunch of squalling redheaded Weasleys. Even if she wasn’t a Primordial,” he said plaintively.
Harry didn’t say a word. But Ron was right about that. Hermione was never meant for him.
“She’s so beautiful. The thought of her giving all that beauty to a heartless, unfeeling bastard like Snape, who wouldn’t appreciate her, just made me crazy. But I know Hermione wouldn’t go to the Dark Lord’s without a reason, even if Snape did take her. I didn’t mean those things I said about her Harry, I swear I didn’t. She wouldn’t betray us. She wouldn’t betray you,” Ron said softly, “I needed to be punched in my big mouth. I don’t know how to shut up. Come on, Harry…give a bloke a break, won’t you?” Ron pleaded.
Harry sighed. He and Ron had been through so much together. He was a git, but he was a loyal git. He couldn’t cut him off.
“Hermione told me she might be leaving. Going into hiding,” Harry said softly from the bed, “She said I would hear awful things about her, and not to believe them. They wouldn’t be true.”
“She did, Harry?” Ron said, glad his friend was talking to him again. Then he frowned. “I wonder why she didn’t tell me?” He started to scowl.
Harry lifted his head up from the bed and turned toward Ron. He saw the look on his face.
“Ron, you’re doing it again. Stop thinking about yourself. She probably didn’t tell you because she knew you would have badgered her for every little detail,” Harry said, sitting up now.
Ron fell silent as he imagined how he would have reacted if Hermione said she were leaving and going into hiding. He’d have wanted to know why, where, when and with who. Harry had a point. He wouldn’t have been able let it go with her just saying she was leaving.
“Right,” he said sullenly. Then he looked up at Harry.
“Harry, what can we do to help her? The Order is going to kill her,” he said, pain evident in his voice, “We’ve got to do something, Harry.”
Harry wasn’t about to tell Ron he was going to see Voldemort tomorrow. The red-haired wizard would have insisted on coming, and it made no sense for both of them to risk death. For Harry, it was certain death, if not necessarily immediate. The Dark Lord would probably ‘play’ with him first. But if there were any chance he could talk to Hermione, maybe even get her out of there, he would take it.
“I don’t know what we can do, Ron,” Harry said to his friend, lying back down in his bed. “Let’s sleep on it, all right?’
Ron climbed into his bed.
“All right, Harry,” he yawned, dropping to his pillow. He was asleep in moments. Ron was like that. He never had problems falling asleep when he was tired.
Harry stared at the wall. He wished he had Ron’s ability.
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As Hermione slept, dreams came to her. But they were more than dreams. She saw herself in Voldemort’s throne room, talking with the wizard. Then, she was willing her power to go to him. The Dark Wizard was shaking and smiling broadly, his eyes closed and arms extended over his head as the power flowed through him. The dream ended.
Hermione woke up, realizing she could give the Dark Lord a taste of her power without having to fuck him. His lust after all, was based on his desire for her abilities. She was so relieved. Letting a wizard with a snake for a cock fuck her was not a priority on her “things to experience” list. She looked over at Snape. He was still turned away from her, hugging the very edge of the bed. It was obvious that he didn’t want any additional contact with her. There was no subconscious spooning this time. The need to stay away from her had sunk into his psyche. Hermione sighed. He had easily fallen into the role of lover, once he decided it was in his best interest to do so. A gentle lover? No. Hardly that. But he was more attentive and fed her need for contact beyond his cock. Too bad what he gave her wasn’t real. What was real however, was their connection at orgasm. She felt his darkness tangibly, took it into herself, and soothed it. She felt him release that evil part of himself for a moment and cling to her. It must have shaken him terribly to have relinquished control to her in that manner.
She had a feeling that once this situation was resolved, if Snape survived, he would move on, leaving everything remotely connected with his life as a deatheater behind. That would include her. He would probably begin again. She doubted if he would ever be able to feel as others felt. He would probably never know love, never be able to connect with another human being. But he would probably be content to fuck strange witches dispassionately as he lived out the rest of his days, much as he did now. It seemed a sad life, but it would be a free life. A free life was all the wizard wanted.
And herself? She was a Primordial. She would have wizards flocking to her, each hoping to be her consort. Courting her not for herself, but to bask in and reap the rewards of her status as the most powerful witch in existence. She doubted whether she would ever find another wizard suitably dark enough to satisfy her darker needs without wanting her power. Most would probably be awed by her, properly respectful, subservient and ready to bend to her every whim.
She lay down again, her amber eyes focused on the sleeping wizard’s back. The Professor had saved her life and risked his own in the process, turning against the Order. He had stoically suffered the Cruciatus because of his sexual relationship with her. Snape had his own reasons for doing theses things, but the fact remained she had reaped the benefits of his actions. If he were an ordinary wizard, she would cling to him as her hero, fall head over heels in love with him and probably marry him in time. But that would never happen. Hermione rolled over and faced away from Snape.
Looking at him was starting to hurt too much.
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After breakfast, Harry and Ron went to the room of requirement to practice dueling. The room set up a large round and empty area, with a lot of doors in the walls and a raised throne in the center. There was nothing to hide behind, which would make dueling much more challenging. Harry had never seen this scenario, but had a feeling what it was.
“I think this is Voldemort’s throne room,” Harry said to Ron who winced on hearing the Dark Lord’s name.
Ron looked around with wide eyes.
“Why would the room of requirement set up Voldemort’s throne room?” he asked, walking up to the throne and looking at it closely, before mounting the stairs and sitting in it majestically, lifting his chin proudly, and holding his wand like a scepter.
“I don’t know,” Harry lied, “Maybe it picked up the aura of the approaching final battle and created this scenario in anticipation of us storming Voldemort’s stronghold.”
Ron nodded. It was as good an explanation as anything. Harry sighed with relief. Ron wasn’t stupid. He would have figured out Harry planned on going to Voldemort. He would probably figure it out when he found him gone this evening. He’d be livid.
“Come on, Ron, take some shots at me. Low-impact stunners only. I just want to see how long I can avoid them,” Harry said, taking a defensive stance.
Ron sat in the throne for a moment, posing…then suddenly shot a fast stunner toward Harry, who leaped out of the way, and began running in a zigzag pattern toward the throne as Ron tried to hit him. Harry finally got stunned when was only about fifteen meters away from the throne which wasn’t bad. Ron had pretty good aim.
Ron waited for Harry to recover, then suggested that he try to get behind the throne instead of running directly for it. Harry backed up the wall again, as Ron pretended to be the Dark Lord.
“I’ll get you Missssster Potter!” Ron lisped, throwing an initial stunner at Harry. Again, the Boy Who Lived dodged the blast, then ran around the perimeter of the room, starting and stopping, slipping between the blasts until he made it behind the throne. He got even closer this time, before Ron picked him off.
Ron wanted a turn. Even though Harry wanted to practice some more, Ron would get suspicious if he didn’t get a couple of tries. The red-haired wizard pressed his long, gangly body against the wall in readiness. Harry felt strange sitting in Voldemort’s throne. It made his stomach feel a little queasy. Harry focused on Ron, and feinted a couple of times, making Ron take off running before he actually fired a blast. Harry aimed a blast right in front of him, and Ron slid right into it. Harry grinned.
When Ron recovered, he argued Harry had cheated by feinting. Harry countered with the fact that the Dark Lord would cheat, so he was well within his rights to feint. The argument erupted into a full wizard’s duel, using stunners of course, and both wizards ended up stunned and blinking on the floor.
“This really isn’t productive, Harry,” Ron said as he pushed himself up.
“Yeah,” Harry agreed rising and brushing off his robes.
“But we should do it again, this time with us firing back at the Dark Lord,” Ron suggested.
Harry didn’t think he’d have a wand available when he went to Voldemort. Malfoy would probably take it away from him before they even left for the Dark Lord’s stronghold. But it couldn’t hurt.
Harry backed up to the wall again. He started the offensive this time, firing a blast at Ron who leaped out of the throne and ducked behind it. Harry charged, zigzagging again, blasting at the throne as he ran. He kept Ron pinned down and managed to reach the base of the throne before getting stunned.
“That was pretty good, Harry. Too bad you got it in the end. Good try though,” Ron said encouragingly as the stunned wizard blinked up at him.
The two wizards practiced attacking Voldemort for a couple of hours, then left the room of requirement for lunch.
Harry felt a little better. If the Dark Lord tried to take him out immediately, he could scramble for it. Maybe run through one of the many doors around the throne room. It could give him a little time anyway. The doors in the room of requirement didn’t open, but the ones in Voldemort’s stronghold probably would.
The two wizards entered the Great Hall and headed for the Gryffindor table. Harry seated himself and looked across at the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was smiling evilly at him. The blonde wizard drew his forefinger across his throat, flopped his head to the side, his tongue hanging out and eyes closed. Then he grinned at Harry.
“Malfoy’s such an ass,” Ron commented, scowling at the grinning Slytherin.
“Yeah, he is,” Harry said, pulling a platter of chicken legs toward him.
This could be his last meal.
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A/N: Hermione figured out how to avoid getting sssssexually involved with the Dark Lord. Thank goodness. That’s a scene I really wouldn’t want to write...lol. Too twisted even for me. But to appease those of you who would really like to know what the Dark Lord is like when he goes for the gold, I’ll probably write a VERY short pwp later on about him and his concubines to feed your morbid curiosity :::shuddering:::: Anyway, things will soon come to a head between Hermione and Voldy. Please review.
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Chapter 47 ~ Time Winding Down
Harry returned to his room late, in the hope that Ron would be asleep. No such luck. The red-haired wizard was awake and sitting on the side of his bed when Harry walked in. Harry wordlessly undressed and got into bed as Ron looked at him.
“Harry?” Ron said in a low voice.
Harry ignored him.
“Harry, I’m sorry,” Ron said, “When I thought of Hermione with Snape, I just exploded. It was too much for me to take. You know how I feel about her.”
Harry shifted in the bed.
“I know we’ll never be together, Harry. She made that much clear when we tried to be a couple. She’s just too smart for me, and she wouldn’t want to settle down, be a housewitch and raise a bunch of squalling redheaded Weasleys. Even if she wasn’t a Primordial,” he said plaintively.
Harry didn’t say a word. But Ron was right about that. Hermione was never meant for him.
“She’s so beautiful. The thought of her giving all that beauty to a heartless, unfeeling bastard like Snape, who wouldn’t appreciate her, just made me crazy. But I know Hermione wouldn’t go to the Dark Lord’s without a reason, even if Snape did take her. I didn’t mean those things I said about her Harry, I swear I didn’t. She wouldn’t betray us. She wouldn’t betray you,” Ron said softly, “I needed to be punched in my big mouth. I don’t know how to shut up. Come on, Harry…give a bloke a break, won’t you?” Ron pleaded.
Harry sighed. He and Ron had been through so much together. He was a git, but he was a loyal git. He couldn’t cut him off.
“Hermione told me she might be leaving. Going into hiding,” Harry said softly from the bed, “She said I would hear awful things about her, and not to believe them. They wouldn’t be true.”
“She did, Harry?” Ron said, glad his friend was talking to him again. Then he frowned. “I wonder why she didn’t tell me?” He started to scowl.
Harry lifted his head up from the bed and turned toward Ron. He saw the look on his face.
“Ron, you’re doing it again. Stop thinking about yourself. She probably didn’t tell you because she knew you would have badgered her for every little detail,” Harry said, sitting up now.
Ron fell silent as he imagined how he would have reacted if Hermione said she were leaving and going into hiding. He’d have wanted to know why, where, when and with who. Harry had a point. He wouldn’t have been able let it go with her just saying she was leaving.
“Right,” he said sullenly. Then he looked up at Harry.
“Harry, what can we do to help her? The Order is going to kill her,” he said, pain evident in his voice, “We’ve got to do something, Harry.”
Harry wasn’t about to tell Ron he was going to see Voldemort tomorrow. The red-haired wizard would have insisted on coming, and it made no sense for both of them to risk death. For Harry, it was certain death, if not necessarily immediate. The Dark Lord would probably ‘play’ with him first. But if there were any chance he could talk to Hermione, maybe even get her out of there, he would take it.
“I don’t know what we can do, Ron,” Harry said to his friend, lying back down in his bed. “Let’s sleep on it, all right?’
Ron climbed into his bed.
“All right, Harry,” he yawned, dropping to his pillow. He was asleep in moments. Ron was like that. He never had problems falling asleep when he was tired.
Harry stared at the wall. He wished he had Ron’s ability.
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As Hermione slept, dreams came to her. But they were more than dreams. She saw herself in Voldemort’s throne room, talking with the wizard. Then, she was willing her power to go to him. The Dark Wizard was shaking and smiling broadly, his eyes closed and arms extended over his head as the power flowed through him. The dream ended.
Hermione woke up, realizing she could give the Dark Lord a taste of her power without having to fuck him. His lust after all, was based on his desire for her abilities. She was so relieved. Letting a wizard with a snake for a cock fuck her was not a priority on her “things to experience” list. She looked over at Snape. He was still turned away from her, hugging the very edge of the bed. It was obvious that he didn’t want any additional contact with her. There was no subconscious spooning this time. The need to stay away from her had sunk into his psyche. Hermione sighed. He had easily fallen into the role of lover, once he decided it was in his best interest to do so. A gentle lover? No. Hardly that. But he was more attentive and fed her need for contact beyond his cock. Too bad what he gave her wasn’t real. What was real however, was their connection at orgasm. She felt his darkness tangibly, took it into herself, and soothed it. She felt him release that evil part of himself for a moment and cling to her. It must have shaken him terribly to have relinquished control to her in that manner.
She had a feeling that once this situation was resolved, if Snape survived, he would move on, leaving everything remotely connected with his life as a deatheater behind. That would include her. He would probably begin again. She doubted if he would ever be able to feel as others felt. He would probably never know love, never be able to connect with another human being. But he would probably be content to fuck strange witches dispassionately as he lived out the rest of his days, much as he did now. It seemed a sad life, but it would be a free life. A free life was all the wizard wanted.
And herself? She was a Primordial. She would have wizards flocking to her, each hoping to be her consort. Courting her not for herself, but to bask in and reap the rewards of her status as the most powerful witch in existence. She doubted whether she would ever find another wizard suitably dark enough to satisfy her darker needs without wanting her power. Most would probably be awed by her, properly respectful, subservient and ready to bend to her every whim.
She lay down again, her amber eyes focused on the sleeping wizard’s back. The Professor had saved her life and risked his own in the process, turning against the Order. He had stoically suffered the Cruciatus because of his sexual relationship with her. Snape had his own reasons for doing theses things, but the fact remained she had reaped the benefits of his actions. If he were an ordinary wizard, she would cling to him as her hero, fall head over heels in love with him and probably marry him in time. But that would never happen. Hermione rolled over and faced away from Snape.
Looking at him was starting to hurt too much.
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After breakfast, Harry and Ron went to the room of requirement to practice dueling. The room set up a large round and empty area, with a lot of doors in the walls and a raised throne in the center. There was nothing to hide behind, which would make dueling much more challenging. Harry had never seen this scenario, but had a feeling what it was.
“I think this is Voldemort’s throne room,” Harry said to Ron who winced on hearing the Dark Lord’s name.
Ron looked around with wide eyes.
“Why would the room of requirement set up Voldemort’s throne room?” he asked, walking up to the throne and looking at it closely, before mounting the stairs and sitting in it majestically, lifting his chin proudly, and holding his wand like a scepter.
“I don’t know,” Harry lied, “Maybe it picked up the aura of the approaching final battle and created this scenario in anticipation of us storming Voldemort’s stronghold.”
Ron nodded. It was as good an explanation as anything. Harry sighed with relief. Ron wasn’t stupid. He would have figured out Harry planned on going to Voldemort. He would probably figure it out when he found him gone this evening. He’d be livid.
“Come on, Ron, take some shots at me. Low-impact stunners only. I just want to see how long I can avoid them,” Harry said, taking a defensive stance.
Ron sat in the throne for a moment, posing…then suddenly shot a fast stunner toward Harry, who leaped out of the way, and began running in a zigzag pattern toward the throne as Ron tried to hit him. Harry finally got stunned when was only about fifteen meters away from the throne which wasn’t bad. Ron had pretty good aim.
Ron waited for Harry to recover, then suggested that he try to get behind the throne instead of running directly for it. Harry backed up the wall again, as Ron pretended to be the Dark Lord.
“I’ll get you Missssster Potter!” Ron lisped, throwing an initial stunner at Harry. Again, the Boy Who Lived dodged the blast, then ran around the perimeter of the room, starting and stopping, slipping between the blasts until he made it behind the throne. He got even closer this time, before Ron picked him off.
Ron wanted a turn. Even though Harry wanted to practice some more, Ron would get suspicious if he didn’t get a couple of tries. The red-haired wizard pressed his long, gangly body against the wall in readiness. Harry felt strange sitting in Voldemort’s throne. It made his stomach feel a little queasy. Harry focused on Ron, and feinted a couple of times, making Ron take off running before he actually fired a blast. Harry aimed a blast right in front of him, and Ron slid right into it. Harry grinned.
When Ron recovered, he argued Harry had cheated by feinting. Harry countered with the fact that the Dark Lord would cheat, so he was well within his rights to feint. The argument erupted into a full wizard’s duel, using stunners of course, and both wizards ended up stunned and blinking on the floor.
“This really isn’t productive, Harry,” Ron said as he pushed himself up.
“Yeah,” Harry agreed rising and brushing off his robes.
“But we should do it again, this time with us firing back at the Dark Lord,” Ron suggested.
Harry didn’t think he’d have a wand available when he went to Voldemort. Malfoy would probably take it away from him before they even left for the Dark Lord’s stronghold. But it couldn’t hurt.
Harry backed up to the wall again. He started the offensive this time, firing a blast at Ron who leaped out of the throne and ducked behind it. Harry charged, zigzagging again, blasting at the throne as he ran. He kept Ron pinned down and managed to reach the base of the throne before getting stunned.
“That was pretty good, Harry. Too bad you got it in the end. Good try though,” Ron said encouragingly as the stunned wizard blinked up at him.
The two wizards practiced attacking Voldemort for a couple of hours, then left the room of requirement for lunch.
Harry felt a little better. If the Dark Lord tried to take him out immediately, he could scramble for it. Maybe run through one of the many doors around the throne room. It could give him a little time anyway. The doors in the room of requirement didn’t open, but the ones in Voldemort’s stronghold probably would.
The two wizards entered the Great Hall and headed for the Gryffindor table. Harry seated himself and looked across at the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was smiling evilly at him. The blonde wizard drew his forefinger across his throat, flopped his head to the side, his tongue hanging out and eyes closed. Then he grinned at Harry.
“Malfoy’s such an ass,” Ron commented, scowling at the grinning Slytherin.
“Yeah, he is,” Harry said, pulling a platter of chicken legs toward him.
This could be his last meal.
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A/N: Hermione figured out how to avoid getting sssssexually involved with the Dark Lord. Thank goodness. That’s a scene I really wouldn’t want to write...lol. Too twisted even for me. But to appease those of you who would really like to know what the Dark Lord is like when he goes for the gold, I’ll probably write a VERY short pwp later on about him and his concubines to feed your morbid curiosity :::shuddering:::: Anyway, things will soon come to a head between Hermione and Voldy. Please review.