Filthy Little Mudblood

Inwardly, Hermione was laughing hysterically, with big tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutched her sides and bent over in laughter. Outwardly, no one could even tell she had witnessed a thing as her body nor face gave away any indications. “Stupid bitch! That’s only a taste of what will come to her. This could be fun, making her look the fool tonight,” Hermione thought darkly, still quaking with laughter from within.

Bella stood up and glared at the room, silencing most of the newer ones, but having no effect whatsoever on the seasoned Death Eaters as they hooted openly at her expense.

“Enough!” shouted Voldemort, effectively silencing the entire room. His face twisted into an amused smirk as he flicked his wand at the door and added, “the fun has just arrived.”

The doors creaked open slowly and three cloaked and masked figures entered the room, levitating a muggle family behind them. The tension and excitement was palpable in the room, as if one could wrap themselves in it like a blanket. Hermione, taking advantage of everyone else’s distraction, also chanced a glance at the family and tensed visibly. The man and woman were levitated, unconscious, a foot above the ground as they were guided to the center of the room. Behind them followed a younger man of about seventeen and a girl, possibly a year older.

When all four were at the center, they were dropped unceremoniously into a heap on the floor. Voldemort flourished his wand for effect before pointing it at the family and saying ‘Ennervate’ loudly. Hermione watched their faces as they awakened, taking in their surroundings and cowering in fear. She felt something brush her hip and noticed Lucius’ foot and calf were resting against her. There was no need to look at him, she knew he was offering her silent words of comfort and warning. Letting the darkness wash over her, she detached herself emotionally from the scene and listened to the Dark Lord’s speech.

“Muggles, you have been captured by my servants and brought here tonight for their entertainment. This is a great honor that is not rarely bestowed on your kind. I see you are frightened,” he said amusedly, “and you should be, as it is doubtful you will make it out of here tonight.”

There was a bit of a commotion as the older man stumbled to his feet and swayed precariously. “Do not touch my family,” he growled in the face of Voldemort, who looked at him with disgust.

“Touching sentiments,” he snarled, “that one would defend one’s family is truly honorable. However, you will be of no use to them dead. Avada Kedavra”

Hermione was sure the intent was to torture the man first, but knew that Voldemort’s anger was directed at his own father. Therefore, by killing this man, he tried to kill his own father once more, the father that never stood up for him.

“As for you,” he continued, surveying the other three as he walked over to the young girl who had screamed when her father dropped. She started whimpering and her brother drew her behind himself. “Crucio,” he hissed, making the man drop to the ground and scream in pain. His screams tore through the room and many snickers joined in, making a melodious sound of insanity.

He banished the young man across the room, where he fell with a heap and didn’t move again. “As for you,” he repeated, stroking his wand along the young girl’s cheek, “you will come in very handy. Severus,” he called.

“Yes, My Lord,” Severus answered, standing from his seat and striding closer.

“The choice is yours, Severus. Would you like to play with this one, or do you prefer to watch?”

“Bloody fucking hell,” he said and Hermione jerked her head up to him, only to see a completely impassive face that held no sign of having said anything. She lowered her gaze again, and this time heard his response a little louder.

“Thank you, My Lord. I choose to watch first, Master. But I would like the pleasure of killing them myself.”

“I knew you would. You do enjoy inflicting death, do you not, Severus?” he asked with pride.

“Yes, My Lord,” he answered, then added, “if it saves them from you and your ridiculous ideas of fun.”

Again Hermione whipped her head up to stare at him in shock, certain he would be tortured for his words. However, Voldemort had turned away towards another Death Eater. “What the hell is going on?” she wondered to herself, “and why am I hearing him say things like that? Things I know he hasn’t and wouldn’t say?” She watched the events with a lowered head, wishing she could remove herself from the room, or better yet, kill most of the occupants herself. A cold, hard death is what they all deserved, and she amazed herself by wanting to be the one to cause such a thing.

Silently thanking her new darkness, she watched and listened as, one after another, the Death Eaters walked up to the two women. They would take their turns either cursing the women, or physically injuring them. One man, but she was unsure which and could only see a small scar running along his cheek, beat the young girl so severely that she crumpled into a heap in the middle of the floor. Her mother was screaming for them to leave her alone, only to have another man vanish her own clothes and brutally begin raping her, making her scream even louder. A strangled cry from across the room caught the attention of several and they advanced on the younger man, dragging him to the center of the room to rejoin his mother and sister.

“You sick fucks! Leave them alone!” he screamed, kicking and punching anyone he could get his hands and feet near.

They dropped him onto the floor and kicked him hard in the stomach, making his stomach lurch and his head fall forward. Then they began beating him in earnest, holding him up when he could no longer support himself only so they could kick and curse him more, and all the while treating his unconscious sister to the same brutal acts that they bestowed upon his mother.

It was all utterly barbaric and the screams emanating from the mother were tearing at Hermione’s heart and soul. Her new powers and coldness were not completely effective and just as she thought she could take no more, she felt Lucius leg press harder into her hip. It was almost as if he understood her plight, but yet needed to remind her to stay where she was, unnoticed for now. She was impressed that he refused to join in the brutality, but noticed that Bella was more than willing to make up for anyone’s absence. The woman actually got off on torture, it was complete madness.

As silent tears began to build in her eyes and she was sure her body was reacting, making a move all on its own to stand and fight them all, someone shouted, “That’s enough!”

Releasing the breath she had been holding, she watched as the others stepped away and Severus walked toward them. The younger man had been levitated in the air and bounced around, but immediately came crashing down when Severus shouted. The mother’s pitiful whimpers were heard as she gazed at her beaten and unconscious children through her bloody and swollen eyes.

“Avada Kedavra!” he said calmly, watching the woman drop in her final silence. The curse was repeated twice more and the entire muggle family was dead.

Lucius slowly pulled his leg away from her and assessed his friend. He knew Hermione had reached her limit and was silently thanking the gods that Severus had finally decided to join in and kill the family. The brutality was actually very disgusting for him, as he preferred the finer things in life which did not include such physically messy endeavors. He also knew his friend felt the same way and it was for that reason, not because he liked to kill, that he chose to end things instead of participating in them.

Severus stormed back to his seat beside Voldemort and the room waited for further instructions. They waited only moments before he eagerly began the rest of the evening.

“Remove the bodies and clear the mess,” he commanded. When that was complete, he turned to Lucius, who inwardly grimaced, and said, “Lucius, bring your mudblood slave here.”

Lucius swiftly grabbed her arm and gave the appearance of forcing her to follow him. Only the gentle rubbing of his thumb on the underside of her arm let her know it was all an act. That simple gesture said more than words and instilled her with a sense of calm. He led her to the front of the room and gently shoved her to her knees, where she sat with her head lowered.

“I believe,” Voldemort began, making Hermione’s skin tingle once again, “that Severus is still in need of his reward. I have seen your slave in action and her services would make a suitable reward for his continued loyalty, don’t you agree, Lucius?”

“I do, My Lord,” he said ceremoniously.

Hermione couldn’t control the inward chuckle that was building inside of her. No one saw Severus’ eyes widen or heard his indrawn breath, but she knew he was not only dreading what was to come, but also slightly fearful of her actions towards him in an intimate situation.

“And you, Severus, do you feel my reward is acceptable?” Although posed as a question, the intent was clear--if he refused, he would be punished, if he accepted, he would have to trust his ex-student, the one he loathed and treated horribly while in his class.

His hesitation was answer enough and Voldemort looked at him sharply. “Is she not enough for you?” he hissed.

“N…no, My Lord. I just fear that the stupid chit might bite my cock off at the first chance. A payback of sorts, My Lord.”

Surprising most, Voldemort actually chuckled, a small smile gracing his snake-like features. “I see,” he replied quietly. “However, she does seem to rather enjoy her role as Lucius’ whore and I see no reason why she would not be happy to service you as well.”

Voldemort judged Severus’ issues with his own thoughts and decided to be safe for once. He did not, after all, wish any harm to come to one of his most trusted servants. Pulling his wand, he pointed it at Hermione. “Imperio,” he said softly, before commanding, “come here, slave.”

She felt a wave of emptiness pass through her mind and felt a slight pleasure at having no thoughts and only the desire to please. That was quickly tamped down when the darkness within her drug her mind back to consciousness. A ghost of a smile passed across her features when she realized she couldn’t be controlled in that way. Deciding to play along anyway, more for Lucius’ sake than her own, she gracefully stood and walked closer to him, further embracing the darkness.

“Turn in a circle,” he said and she obeyed, allowing the entire room to assess the condition of Lucius’ slave and to gasp in surprise. They could see her toned back, completely bare to their eager eyes. When they greedily took in her curves, their gazes fell to her long legs, one of which was left bare from the slit, showing her thigh almost up to her hip. “Yes, Lucius has done well with his slave, has he not?” he asked no one in particular. “Now, Mudblood, turn to Severus and get on your knees before him. You will suck his cock to completion and make sure he enjoys himself.”

Hermione did as she was told, finally able to look Severus fully in the face. When she noticed the look of trepidation grace his normally stoic features, she couldn’t help the wickedness she felt. Grinning slightly as she walked between his legs, she gave him a sly wink and sunk to her knees before him. She could hear his quick intake of breath when he realized she wasn’t under anyone’s control but her own, but silently watched as she unbuttoned his robe and his trousers.

His tenseness filled her with a sense of control and she relished the feeling. In this moment, she could choose to forever injure the man who had tormented her for a great deal of her life, or she could play along and continue with her plan. She pulled his now hardening length from its’ confines and stroked him gently.

He watched her intently the entire time, waiting for a movement that was not to his liking. When she began stroking his length with such gentleness, he felt his body start to relax and his brain numb slightly. Her tongue flicked out and she began licking him slowly, making him groan quietly as Lucius stood to the side watching. He felt himself harden completely under her ministrations and gave himself over to the inevitable; Hermione Granger was going to suck him off and he was going to let her. He would think about the consequences later, along with the many other things about her he was discovering. Hissing in pleasure, he brought his hand to the back of her head and began guiding her actions.

She had started slowly, gently licking his length from base to tip before swiping her tongue around the head and taking him into her wet mouth. It was a pleasant surprise to find that he was almost the exact same length and width as Lucius. Both men were rather large and that only served to excite her more. Sucking him gently into her mouth, she brought her hand up to cup his balls, loving the excited moans he was barely emitting. When she began bobbing her head up and down on his cock, using her hand to further his pleasure, he grasped her hair and guided her actions into quick, hard thrusts, until his balls tightened and his cock thrummed. Her own pleasure heightened, she began moaning around him, sending the vibrations throughout his body.

“Fuck!” he cursed, before forcing her head down twice more and releasing his seed into her willing mouth.

Sucking him completely dry, she dared a glance up into his face, not knowing how many liberties she could take with him, but thinking it was probably very few. She was shocked by the momentary look of peace on his face before he guarded his features and his eyes met hers. She drew a finger under her bottom lip and licked his remaining juices from it. Covertly winking again, she stood quietly and awaited further instructions.

She lowered her gaze, but not before she noticed Voldemort’s eyes measuring her, assessing her as if she were his next meal. Moans and grunts could be heard around her and she suddenly realized that other acts of a sexual nature were taking place in the room.

“You may resume your seat, Mudblood,” he ordered with a voice coated in desire.

As she turned to walk back to her seat, she saw the other slaves being forced to perform the same act on those that ‘owned’ them. Appalled by the complete force used, she walked disgustedly back to her spot and took her seat, sending a hopeful glance Lucius’ way that he would later relieve the growing ache she was beginning to feel, she ached with need and desire and she longed to have him inside of her.

“That is enough for tonight,” he said sternly, standing up and walking towards the door as those around him bowed.

Lucius took her arm and pulled her up. “We will wait for a moment on the others to leave,” he said quietly, then tensed beside her.

“Lucius, I trust you will be coming home tonight? Surely you don’t want her now that she’s had his come dripping from her mouth,” Narcissa spat while glaring at Hermione.

“Ah, Cissy, you do have such a way with words. Tell me, my wife, if I come home tonight, do you think you can do what she just did?”

Narcissa flinched and her hand flew to cover her mouth. “How dare you? How dare you even assume that I would do such a thing!” she screeched.

“Well then, you have your answer. I’m not sure when, or even if, I’ll be coming home at all tonight. I trust you can find your own way there.”

Hermione was ecstatic! He was coming up to their room tonight and would probably be staying the entire night. She had wanted that for the longest time, no matter that he was already a married man, she wanted to wake up, just once, curled into his arms. She was awakened from her intensely happy thoughts by the drawing voice of Draco Malfoy.

“Did you like that, Mudblood? Did you like sucking off the professor you have hated for so long?”

Unfortunately, she had to keep her eyes cast downward and not respond. However a gentle nudge from Lucius made her look up. “You may answer him freely, Hermione.”

She smirked wickedly as she looked into Draco’s eyes, his shock evident on his face. “Actually, yes, I did. He is a rather large man and I do have a fondness for that particular act. However, ferret, I doubt yours would even be worth finding, let alone touching.”

She watched as his anger grew, but was surprised when he actually struck her. Her head snapped back roughly and he glared at her evilly. “As if I would let such trash touch me!” he spat. “Come, Mother. Let us go home now and away from the filth.”

“Draco,” Lucius growled, grabbing his son’s arm painfully and pulling him closer, “if you EVER touch her again, in any way, I will see that you regret it until your dying day. Do you understand me?”

Again shock registered on the pale boy’s face. “She is only a slave, Father,” he finally managed to say.

“And you have been warned,” he said coldly. “Take your mother home and get out of my sight, both of you!”

They immediately did as they were told, not daring to disobey a direct order from the head patriarch and one of Voldemort’s highest ranking.

“Come now, pet,” he said gently, taking her arm and leading her out of the doorway and back to their room.

Once the door was closed and the wards in place, he turned her around to face him. His gaze was hard, but his hand was gentle as he caressed the red mark glowing on her perfect skin.

“I never thought he would strike you,” Lucius said in way of apology.

“It’s not a problem,” she said softly, “besides, he hits like a girl.”

Lucius chuckled and drew her closer to him, kissing her lips languidly before tasting the flesh around her neck. She moaned and tilted her head to allow him better access as her hands moved to his chest and she felt the heat radiating off of him.

“Tonight went better than I expected,” he murmured. “You did well controlling yourself.”

“I tried,” she answered, “I can’t believe they enjoy that.” She kissed along his neck and slowly began unbuttoning his dress robes, allowing them to fall to the floor as she kissed his now bare chest. “However, I prefer to think of other things now that we’re alone.”

He nodded in agreement and easily slipped out of his dark green boxers, watching as she gazed greedily at his growing erection. “It would appear, my pet, that you are quite insatiable,” he said smoothly as he drew her body up against his own.

Slowly he moved the straps of her dress down and watched her eyes glaze over with desire. He placed several nips and kisses along her neck and shoulder as she arched into him and moaned. His hands ran up and down her naked back before he cupped her ass and gripped her tightly, pushing her against his now rock-hard erection. She strained to feel more, silently begging him to undress her and ravish her body. One of his hands slipped down her bare thigh and brought it up around his hip, thrusting his body lightly into hers. She bucked and moaned as she felt his hardness so close to her, only a slip of fabric separated her from what she desired.

He groaned into her neck before kissing her deeply, passionately, once more. The heated kiss grew as he controlled her mouth the way she wanted him to control her body. His hand on her ass moved to the now uncovered flesh and she could feel his fingers grazing her wetness.

“No knickers?” he asked with a smirk.

“You didn’t bring them to me, Master. I assumed you did not want me to wear them.”

“Do you know what happens to slaves who assume things? Or slaves who willingly suck another man’s cock?” he asked huskily.

“No, Master,” she replied with feigned innocence.

He picked up her other leg and wrapped it around her waist, drawing her dress up around her hips and throwing her roughly onto the table in front of him. Her head hit the hard wood at the same time his hands grasped her hips roughly and he thrust inside of her.

“Oh gods!” she gasped as he started pumping into her tight heat.

“Wanted you all night,” he said, thrusting harder and harder and sending her body across the table until he held her hips in place with his fingers digging in with bruising strength. “Could kill Severus…taking what’s mine…wanted you…fuck you all night,” he continued before biting down on her unexposed nipple and causing her to cry out in sudden release.

“Lucius! YES!” she screamed as he pumped once more inside of her, allowing her pulsating cunt to milk the seed from his body.

Collapsing on top of her for a moment, he tried to control his breathing before standing up and allowing her to do the same.

She stood on her shaking legs with slight difficulty as he slid her dress down her body and let it crumple on the floor. Leading her gently the rest of the way to the bed, he nudged her to lie down as he lay beside her. She cradled him the same way she had before and a feeling of rightness washed over him. Shaking the thoughts that began swirling around his mind, he asked, “why ferret?”

It took several moments for her to realize what he was talking about, then she responded, “when Crouch, Jr. impersonated Moody, Draco pissed him off and was turned into a ferret. Apparently Crouch didn’t like you very much, and liked Draco even less. The nickname sort of stuck.”

“Yes, he was rather angry that I didn’t go to Azkaban with the others. I personally had no use for the place. Are you hungry?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Not really. Thank you for feeding me before the um, party.”

“You’re quite welcome. There usually is a bit of dancing at these parties, tonight happened to be an exception. Do you dance, pet?”

“Yes, or at least I used to.”

“Ah, then you shall dance again. Tonight however, we sleep.”

She kissed his chest softly before snuggling closer to him and drifting off. She vaguely felt the blankets coming up over her naked body before sleep claimed her completely and she was lost.

Chapter End Notes:
More orgasmic reveiws, please! LOL! Did you like the Severus bit? What do you think Lucius will have to say about it?