Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)

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Chapter 48 ~ Hermione Makes an Appointment

Snape awoke to the smell of hot sausages. His stomach growled fitfully as he opened his black eyes. A covered table and two chairs stood a few feet away. On the table was an assortment of breakfast foods. Sausages, eggs, biscuits, ham, and sweet rolls. He could smell fresh coffee, and pushed himself up, sliding to the edge of the bed. He could hear the shower running. That explained where the Primordial was.

He stood up, stretched, and walked over to the table. Miss Granger would probably like to eat her meal with him, but he was too damn hungry. Fucking the Primordial and taking that curse from the Dark Lord left him drained. He needed nourishment. She’d just have to understand.

Snape drew out a chair and sat down, reaching for the coffee pot first, and pouring himself a cup. He took a sip, and sighed. He then piled ham, sausage and eggs on his plate, with a sweet roll. He tucked in. The food was delicious. It was rare to get a full meal at the stronghold. Voldemort was a thrifty bastard. The available selection of foods available was probably only because of Miss Granger’s presence. Normally, only a thin meat and potato stew was available. More like soup actually. So Snape was enjoying the variety.

Hermione walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her. She looked at the Potions Master eating hungrily and smiled. Her towel became a dress, an exact copy of a form-fitting green one the Dark Lord had provided for her. Her hair was pulled up and held in place with a green comb. Snape looked up at her.

“You’re getting good at that,” he commented. She looked delicious. He wouldn’t mind lifting up that dress.

Hermione merely smiled and sat down. She knew what randy thoughts he was thinking. Snape wasn’t in love, but he was in-satiable. She started filling her plate with ham and eggs. She picked up biscuit and poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice. Snape hadn’t noticed the pitcher of pumpkin juice. He was almost sure it hadn’t been there before the Primordial entered the room. He shrugged to himself. If she wanted to use her formidable powers to create cold pumpkin juice, it was her right.

“I’ve come up with a solution other than feeling you up every time you come in this room,” Hermione said, giving him a half-smile. “I hope you aren’t too disappointed.”

“Actually, if you have a better idea, I’d appreciate it. The idea of constantly getting aroused and not getting relief doesn’t thrill me by any means,” the Potions Master said.

“I can let Voldemort experience my powers voluntarily. Will it to go to him. That will solve his lust problem. It is my power he is actually lusting after, and not me,” she said, taking a bite of ham and chewing appreciatively.

Snape looked at her.

“You can do that?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure I can. Magic obeys me now. I think I’ve come to full power,” she said.

Snape leaned back, his hunger sated and studied her.

“Yes, that sounds like a solution. Voldemort will be pleased by this. But…”

Snape’s black eyes swept over her.

“…you are a lovely young witch, Miss Granger. He might still want to fuck you.”

Hermione frowned for a moment.

“Well, hopefully his lust to experience my power, will supersede his lust to experience my body,” she replied. “I am going to go to him right after breakfast and apologize for last night and offer to let him sample my power this evening, with the excuse it is easier for me to manipulate later in the day. He won’t know the difference.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Snape said. He stretched again and patted his stomach. Hermione smirked. He seemed so normal right now.

“I hope that we can do the exchange of power unobserved. I’d feel more comfortable if it were just he, you and I,” Hermione commented, eating some eggs.

“That shouldn’t be a problem. Voldemort prefers not having an audience. Deatheaters are only in his presence when he feels voyeuristic, or has orders to give or wants to make a show of power. Other than that, he sits in there day and night alone.”

“I noticed that. Doesn’t he ever sleep?” Hermione asked.

“No. He has evolved past the need to sleep. He only requires to be fed. He doesn’t even have to relieve himself,” Snape said.

“What? Ew.” Hermione said, scrunching up her face. But then again she couldn’t picture the Dark Lord straining on the loo. She didn’t want to either.

Snape chuckled.

“He is not human anymore, Miss Granger. His body functions mostly on magic now with the help of the venom potion he imbibes.”

“Venom potion?” she asked, “What’s that?”

Snape’s face darkened. A potion I developed years ago to extend his life during his search for immortality. It has many…ingredients.”

Hermione looked at him.

“I bet those ingredients cause people their lives,” she said with a frown.

“Yes, they do,” Snape said shortly. “But I do what is required of me, Miss Granger. If that means draining muggles of their vital fluids, then that is what I do. It is how I’ve served the Dark Lord these many years. But now he has other deatheaters adept at brewing, and I am no longer as valuable to him as I once was. And since I no longer can spy on Dumbledore and the Order, the only thing I have going for me…is you, Miss Granger. I have been regulated to sexually babysitting you to keep you happy.”

“How far the mighty have fallen,” Hermione snickered as Snape scowled at her blackly. She’d pay for her levity.

Snape stood up.

“May I use your shower, Miss Granger?” he asked.

“Certainly,” Hermione replied. A change of clothing for him appeared on the bed. Black pants, black silk boxers, a white dress shirt, and a fine quality black robes embroidered with black serpents. There were black socks also, and his boots were on the floor beside the bed. He looked down at them, then up at the witch.

“Thank you, Miss Granger,” he said, gathering them up and walking into the bathroom. He closed the door. In a moment Hermione heard the shower turn on.

She finished her breakfast, then exited her rooms and approached the Dark Lord, who sat sullenly on his throne. He hadn’t had a pleasant night thinking about her and her powers.

Hermione stopped in front of Voldemort and gave him a curtsey. The Dark Lord’s eyes swept over her. She looked lovely. He looked at her, one scaly brow raised.

“Yes, Primordial?” he lisped.

“My Lord, I would first like to apologize for my actions last night. You’ve accepted me as a guest in your domain and offered me your protection, and I repay you by thoughtlessly imposing my values on you. I am very, very sorry, my Lord, and spent last night trying to figure out how to make up for my terrible behavior. I believe I have found a solution that will please you,” she said.

The Dark Lord perked up a bit. Maybe she would offer herself to him. It would only be right.

“What is your solution, Primordial?” he lisped.

“Your displeasure was because the Professor could not describe to you what it was like to experience my power. My Lord, I can make it so you can experience it yourself firsthand.”

Voldemort’s eyes narrowed with lust. Hermione fought back a blanch at the hungry look on the despot’s face.

“Are you offering me the same pleasures you share with Severus?” the Dark Lord lisped. Hermione noted with horror that his robes in the loin area were moving, the fabric rippling. She must have aroused him.

“N-no, my Lord. I do not need to have sex with you to give you a taste of my power. The sharing of it during climax is not as strong as if I will it to go to you, my Lord. I would like to share my powers with you directly this afternoon. I seem to have more control of them in the evening,” Hermione lied.

Voldemort was excited. Fucking her really wasn’t that important. She was pretty but he had plenty of beautiful deatheaters to choose from. If she were willing to let him experience her powers for himself, he was all for it. Possibly he would retain some of the raw magic and it would strengthen him. He was very, very pleased.

“Very well, Primordial. Your error last night is both forgiven and forgotten. And your solution pleases me. I look forward to this experience Primordial, very much. In return, I would like to grant you a boon. What would you like, my dear?” he asked.

“Your word that you will not torment the Professor with the Cruciatus again, my Lord,” Hermione replied without giving it a second thought.

The Dark Lord frowned slightly. He had thought she would ask for something for herself, not for his servant. But a boon was a boon.

“Granted, Primordial,” he lisped, “I hope Severus appreciates what you have done for him.”

Hermione curtsied.

“Thank you, my Lord,” she said, smiling at him. She headed back toward her rooms.

The Dark Lord tapped a long finger to his thin lips.

There were other forms of torture besides the Cruciatus curse. Severus was not beyond his power. The Dark Lord rubbed his hands together.

This evening would be quite the experience.

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A/N: This ought to be very interesting. Please review.