Illumination
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,378
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter
In her feverish dreams, something is moving over her, caressing her skin, driving her mad. She awakes with a moan on her lips and shudders with horror. She does not know who is in her dreams, but she wakes up restless and terrified, a dark desire for something burning within her.
She shifts on the bed, finding herself wanting something she cannot name.
When Hermione speaks to him now, she calls him “My lord.” There is no longer shame in her voice.
She has stopped dreaming of her friends.
No longer is she confined to the room. She now has access to the potions laboratory, where she works with her old professor in tandem. They do not speak of the days that have gone before them, as Hermione understands finally that the past is dead. She wears a dark black cloak and twists her hair up to keep it out of her eyes when she works. At night, she retires to the Dark Lord’s chambers and sleeps in his bed. He is usually gone when she retires and away again when she awakens. When her dreams wake her, her body aching and empty, she sometimes sees his profile in the dark of the room and feels the chill that denotes his presence.
She does not see his Death Eaters, except for Severus Snape. It is a lonely existence, but she finds her mind is consumed by her new knowledge. At some point, it occurs to Hermione that she is being taken over by the dark magicVoldemort has forced upon her, but she thinks cynically that she is alive when so many are not. So manyMudbloods—mixed bloods, she reminds herself—are not as lucky as she. Besides, she is not crazy, she is not harming anyone. No, she is conquering this subject and that is where she will triumph over him.
They have taken to playing chess in the evenings, when he is in residence, she andVoldemort. Hermione still does not know where they are, but her last thoughts of escape were weeks ago.
“I am particularly enthused about this new potion Severus and I are working on,” she tells him as she watches his knight hacking at her pawn. She grimaces as he moves into checkmate. “I do not think I shall ever be able to win against you, my lord.” The words fall easily off of her lips. Hermione does not notice, but she is staring into his crimson eyes, and the air is strangely heavy between them.
That night the dreams are more intense—a strange shadowy world where cold hands caress her body; her face, her breasts, delving between her thighs, running short nails over the skin of her back, but she awakes before she can climax, and Hermione finds this frustrating. If I to become tormented by these dreams, cannot I have some pleasure as a reward?
She sees that he is in the room with her, but his head is turned away towards the dying light of the fire. Hermione opens her mouth as if to speak to him, but no sound comes out. She closes her eyes and falls back asleep.
When she finishes the last of the books in his library, he gives her an extensive exam. He threatens her with Crucio but it is not necessary for him to cast it—she has answered every question correctly. There is silence between them when she is finished.
“That was the last book in your library, my lord.”
He nods slowly, crimson eyes burning. “Yes,” he says slowly, “it was.”
He pulls out a wand, and hands it to her. “This is yours,” he says. “I had it repaired in London. There are things you will be required to do that necessitate having a working wand.”
She nods and tucks it into her robe. “What of the books, my lord?” Her voice is slightly frantic. There is still so much more to learn…..
“Make a list,” he says, “and I shall see that you have them. Whatever book you desire shall be yours.” He leaves, but the door remains open. He no longer locks it behind him when he leaves her.
She shifts on the bed, finding herself wanting something she cannot name.
When Hermione speaks to him now, she calls him “My lord.” There is no longer shame in her voice.
She has stopped dreaming of her friends.
No longer is she confined to the room. She now has access to the potions laboratory, where she works with her old professor in tandem. They do not speak of the days that have gone before them, as Hermione understands finally that the past is dead. She wears a dark black cloak and twists her hair up to keep it out of her eyes when she works. At night, she retires to the Dark Lord’s chambers and sleeps in his bed. He is usually gone when she retires and away again when she awakens. When her dreams wake her, her body aching and empty, she sometimes sees his profile in the dark of the room and feels the chill that denotes his presence.
She does not see his Death Eaters, except for Severus Snape. It is a lonely existence, but she finds her mind is consumed by her new knowledge. At some point, it occurs to Hermione that she is being taken over by the dark magicVoldemort has forced upon her, but she thinks cynically that she is alive when so many are not. So manyMudbloods—mixed bloods, she reminds herself—are not as lucky as she. Besides, she is not crazy, she is not harming anyone. No, she is conquering this subject and that is where she will triumph over him.
They have taken to playing chess in the evenings, when he is in residence, she andVoldemort. Hermione still does not know where they are, but her last thoughts of escape were weeks ago.
“I am particularly enthused about this new potion Severus and I are working on,” she tells him as she watches his knight hacking at her pawn. She grimaces as he moves into checkmate. “I do not think I shall ever be able to win against you, my lord.” The words fall easily off of her lips. Hermione does not notice, but she is staring into his crimson eyes, and the air is strangely heavy between them.
That night the dreams are more intense—a strange shadowy world where cold hands caress her body; her face, her breasts, delving between her thighs, running short nails over the skin of her back, but she awakes before she can climax, and Hermione finds this frustrating. If I to become tormented by these dreams, cannot I have some pleasure as a reward?
She sees that he is in the room with her, but his head is turned away towards the dying light of the fire. Hermione opens her mouth as if to speak to him, but no sound comes out. She closes her eyes and falls back asleep.
When she finishes the last of the books in his library, he gives her an extensive exam. He threatens her with Crucio but it is not necessary for him to cast it—she has answered every question correctly. There is silence between them when she is finished.
“That was the last book in your library, my lord.”
He nods slowly, crimson eyes burning. “Yes,” he says slowly, “it was.”
He pulls out a wand, and hands it to her. “This is yours,” he says. “I had it repaired in London. There are things you will be required to do that necessitate having a working wand.”
She nods and tucks it into her robe. “What of the books, my lord?” Her voice is slightly frantic. There is still so much more to learn…..
“Make a list,” he says, “and I shall see that you have them. Whatever book you desire shall be yours.” He leaves, but the door remains open. He no longer locks it behind him when he leaves her.