The Plague

A/N: Since you beg so nicely my muse gave me another chapter. Sorry it’s short.

Chapter five:


Hermione set the twenty books she had down on the table in the library and bit her lip. There were even more books on the magical core but this had been all she could carry and she was debating going back for more. Finely she sat down deciding to read some first then she could get more when she put them back if she hadn’t found her answer by then. Tall and gruesome should be happy as she was taking his advice and putting the plague to the side for now.

She scanned the titles in front of her and decided to start with the book titled ‘The True History of magic and your cores’. She paused in what she was doing long enough to grab a roll of Parchment and a well of ink. Most wizards believed that Merlin taught the first true magic, though no one knew who taught him, this book disagreed and actually put out that the first signs of magic came from the Le Fey’s.

Some people can get so absorbed into a book or story that they block out everything around them. Hermione was one of those people so she didn’t hear the door open or the foot steps approaching her. She must have set a record for her jumping out of her seat when the man cleared his throat. She glared at him while she clutched at her chest as her heart was beating rapidly. “Mr. Dolohov I am sorely tempted to tie bells on all the men here.”

“I did not mean to frighten you Hermione, for that I am sorry. I do want to discuss why we are here.” He said flashing what he thought was a winning smile. Hermione just thought it was creepy.

“You have some insight on the Plague?” Hermione motioned for him to join her sitting on the table but he just shook his head and moved closer.

“No I don’t have anything on that, I was thinking more about the second reason we are here. You know the hidden reason we all know about but haven’t talked about.” He was standing right behind her now and Hermione swallowed the lump that formed in her throat when her reached out and stroked her hair. “I do not see why we should put it off any longer, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

“Funny men promise that a lot,” Hermione informed him as she stood and twisted away from him. She grabbed her notes so far and moved toward the door. “I need Lord Voldemort’s thoughts on these but we’ll talk about this later. How about 200 years from now, sounds good to me.”

He grabbed her and spun her into a near by book shelf causing her to drop what she was carrying. Her arms were quickly pinned above her head as he used his body to hold her still. “No that wasn’t very nice kitten,” he licked her check causing her to turn her face and blink several times to keep the tears at bay. “Now we’ re going to get closer and your not going to scream you know why?”

“Because I’m surrounded by Death Eaters who wouldn’t care and probably would watch with glee.” Hermione said as the tears started to fall now.

“Good girl, see you know what is good for you.” He sifted both of her wrist into his left hand before using his right hand to brush away her tears. “Now Kitten there is no need for that. It’s better this way, you’ll move into my room with me and I wont have to share you with no one.”

“Please don’t,” Hermione took a deep steadying breath. “this is wrong and none of your friends will except me. Would you let me go once were out of here because you know if you tried to keep me the others would try to kill me because of who I am.”

“No, I will keep you, your mine now.” He hissed before he forced his lips on hers in a kiss that was demanding and brutal and passive. The right hand that had brushed away her tear had found its way up her shirt to grab at her breast. “Mine.”

She cried quietly as he rubbed his growing bulge against her and squeeze her breast. There was a loud bang and then he was yanked off of her. Falling to the ground as her legs didn’t want to support her anymore she curled into the fetal position and waited for what would happen next.

“You disobey me Dolohov!” Voldemort yelled at the man who was being forced into a kneeling position by Lucius and Severus. He looked and saw Hermione curled into a ball and growled. “Severus, Lucius take him some where and remind him that we don’t need magic to punish him.”

“Yes my Lord,” the two echoed before hauling Dolohov out of the room.

“Rabastan please get a calming drought and anything else she might need and meet me in her room.” He ordered.

“Yes My Lord,” Rabastan said with a bow as he bit his lip to keep from smiling.

As soon as everyone of his followers were out of the room he walked over to Hermione and knelt by her. “Why didn’t you scream?” He asked as he reached out and tentively stroked her back.

“I thought that you wouldn’t save me that you would laugh or that some of you would join in. I figured one is better then two or three.” She admitted with a whimpered as she tried not to think how good his hand felt on her back.

“Foolish girl, he is twice your size and you have no magic at this time you should have screamed and not stopped screaming until help came.” he sighed then pulled her into his arms and stood up. “Rabastan will meet us in your room with some potions for you just relax nothing will happen to you now.”

“Thank you,” she said as she moved to rest her head on his shoulder.

“You will go no where alone from now on,” He informed her, “either Severus, or my self will be with you. Am I clear.”

“Crystal,” she agreed though she bit her lip lightly. It was surreal, Hermione Granger Mudblood friend of Harry Potter was being carried by Lord Voldemort who had saved her from being raped by one of his death eaters. Thankfully due to his long legs it did not take him long to carry her to her room and lower her on to the bed.

“Take this,” Rabastan ordered her handing her a potion bottle.

Hermione downed it before she realized what she was doing, “what was that.”

“A sleeping potion, there was no calming drought but this will work as your about to fall asleep.” Rabastan told her as he smoothed down her hair and she quickly fell asleep.

“Please wait here for a moment Rabastan,” Voldemort asked before he turned and left he returned shortly with a book and nodded to the healer. “You may leave now.”

“Yes My Lord.” Rabastan quickly turned his back to his lord to hide another smile crossing his face as the Dark Lord made him self comfortable on the bed next to the sleeping girl and started reading his book. It was a scene right out a cheesy love story the girl sleeping there while the man warring reading glasses read his book and watched over her.

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Hermione was safe and warm at least that was what her brain was telling her as she slowly woke up. The only problem was her pillow was breathing and she wasn’t sure why. Slowly she opened her eyes to come face to chest with a reclining Lord Voldemort. “I know your awake,” he informed her.

“Have you been here all night?” she asked hoping she did not do anything stupid like drool on him.

“Yes I said you would be no where alone that means in bed as well,” his hand made it’s way to her head to run his fingers thru her hair. He would never tell her but he had been doing that off and on all night. “If you would prefer Severus in your bed I will tell him so.”

“No thank you,” Hermione said not knowing if she should move or not as he wasn’t complaining. “I would prefer no one in my bed.”

“Hermione I would never do anything to you,” he smirked though she couldn’t see it, “unless you were a willing participant.”

For once Hermione’s brain failed her and she laid there frozen. She must need her hearing checked as there was no way Voldemort had just hit on her. Thankfully her stomach saved her from responding to what he said as it chose to growl and loudly. He snorted and moved her off his chest.

“Take a shower and get dressed Severus will be waiting out side for you when your done as I need a shower as well.” With that he left and Hermione headed into her bathroom in a slight daze.