Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)
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Epilogue #1
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Chapter 56 ~ Epilogue #1
Hermione graduated Hogwarts with honors, as she was expected to. She had stepped down from the Head Girl position and all other leadership-oriented activities were tossed as well. For a little while she could breathe.
She and Ron had a huge row the moment she returned to Hogwarts, but after hanging from the ceiling rafters for half an hour, Ron decided Hermione had acted reasonably after all. Dumbledore was given a life sentence in Azkaban, and terribly mourned by the new Headmistress Minerva McGonagal.
Harry finally got his chance to live a normal life. He became an Auror, and Ron worked with his father at the Ministry. Hermione, however wasn’t given a break. As a Primordial she was constantly getting requests to fix this or solve that. There were those who wanted to involve her in their own “take over the wizarding world schemes” and there had been several assassination attempts. They never got near her however. Her powers protected her whether she was conscious of danger or not. Then there were wizards trying to court her, but she could discern their motives and every one of them coveted her power.
After three years or so Hermione built herself a house on a hill, and together with Hansel and Gretel, the former elfin servants of Voldemort, lived a rather quiet life doing research on her own powers and publishing papers that the academic wizarding community just ate up. She made her money by giving lectures. She always filled the auditoriums to capacity, although most attendees were curiosity seekers. It paid quite well.
The Primordial was very lonely, and on occasion glamoured herself and tried to find release by picking up the odd wizard that seemed promising, but they were never what she needed. She ended up more frustrated than she was when she started.
Finally, she decided to take the logical route of finding a consort, similar to the thwarted deatheater lover approach. So she took out an ad in a popular single’s magazine. She was too desperate to be embarrassed, and anyway most wizards would be honored to serve as her consort. Hermione did not want a constant companion however. She enjoyed her solitude and long ago pushed the idea of finding love out of her mind. She’d settle for a comfortable physical relationship. She just wanted a wizard available when she needed him, someone who would satisfy her, but not smother her.
Her ad read as follows:
Dark-natured wizard wanted as occasional Consort. Must be self-assured, independent, able to hold his own in any given situation. Must have smooth voice and strong male attributes. Apply in person at: The House on the Hill (tap for link) between the hours of ten am and three pm weekdays. Be prepared to interview and if necessary, perform.
Hermione was really randy.
The Primordial had to transform her foyer into a waiting room. Hopeful wizards were filling it to overflowing, the line to get in to see her winding out the door and wrapping around the hill. Finally she designed a form for the wizards to fill out while waiting that helped her weed out the undesirables instantly. The form was self-evaluating, and if the wizard was unsuitable, it would proclaim “Unsuitable” and port key him to the last place he was before arriving at Hermione’s home. He was blocked from further contact from that point on.
This thinned the line out significantly, for the form was quite in depth. The ones deemed suitable were given an appointment to for Hermione to interview them. She was hooded during the interview so the wizards couldn’t see her face. The ones who said they didn’t care what she looked like were thrown out immediately for such an obvious lie. Not all the wizards were dark-natured either. She disposed of them as well.
Hansel stepped out into the waiting room.
“Number sixty-three,” he squeaked. A wizard rose and walked toward the elf, who cringed.
“This way, sir,” the elf said nervously, directing the wizard to Hermione’s office.
“Please have a seat,” Hermione said, not looking up as she shuffled through the papers of her last interviewee, and stuck them in the trashcan on the side of her desk.
Hermione looked up to see Lucius Malfoy seated in front of her.
“Lord Malfoy, what are you doing here?” she gasped.
“Why, answering your ad Miss Granger,” he replied, smiling at her rather sexily, “I thought I might be significantly dark for your needs, and although I am no Potions Master, he and I share a similar background and certain traits that might appeal to you.”
Hermione looked at Lucius. He was the complete opposite of Severus in features. Blonde haired, gray-eyed and broad-chested, but he did have a soft, sensual voice, and his eyes were piercing. There was a definitely feral hunger hidden behind them.
“But you’re a married wizard,” Hermione said in a low voice.
“Narcissa and I are both in your debt, Miss Granger for freeing us from the service of the Dark Lord My wife has no objections if I serve as your Consort. You do not require a full-time consort after all. Only one to …ah…meet your needs. I am quite certain I can do that, Miss Granger,” he said, his eyes sweeping over her, “Why don’t you lower your hood?”
Hermione lowered the hood, revealing her face. Lucius stared at her a moment.
“It would be quite easy to serve as your consort, Miss Granger. You are lovely. Not to mention curvaceous. I would enjoy pleasuring you,” he said, his voice going a little hoarse. “And you specified a dark-natured wizard. I understand what that means in relation to what you need, Miss Granger,” Lucius said, his gray eyes narrowing slightly. ”You will find I am quite thorough.”
Hermione swallowed as she looked at the blonde wizard, who was meeting her gaze steadily. He certainly sounded like what the healer ordered. He was a former deatheater, so he definitely had a dark, dark nature.
Lucius was intimately familiar with Snape as a sexual animal. He had shared women with the Potions Master during the Revels after all, and knew the wizard’s preferred method of taking a woman. He doubted that method had changed when he fucked the Primordial. Lucius was just as brutal and thorough as Snape was, and wanted the status that fucking the Primordial would bring him. Like Snape, he wasn’t interested in her power. Serving under Voldemort all those years had taken the taste for another’s power from him. He was quite content with what he had now, though he did like others to admire him. As Hermione’s consort, he would get that admiration. He looked at the witch.
“I noticed your ad said ‘be prepared to perform.’ I would be more than happy to give you a sample of my abilities, Miss Granger,” he said seductively, leaning forward, his gray eyes flashing her a challenge. “I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve had a satisfying experience, Primordial.”
It had been. Hermione felt her belly tightening. It was getting hard to think. But she pulled it together.
“Lord Malfoy, I thank you for your offer but I still have other interviewees. I will keep you in mind when I make my final selections,” she said, her amber eyes meeting his. Lucius could sense she was attracted to him, but hesitant. That was all right. He was a patient man. He rose.
“Very well, Miss Granger, “ he said. Then he walked around her desk. Hermione swiveled in her chair to face him. He looked down at her for a moment, then bent and captured her lips between his in a quick, electric kiss. He pulled away, his face inches from hers as his gray eyes blazed into her amber ones.
“It makes no sense to continue to deny yourself, Miss Granger. You know I can meet your needs as well as Severus did. We are two sides of the same galleon,” he said softly. Then he stood and returned to his side of the desk and picked up his silver tipped cane.
“I hope to hear from you soon, Miss Granger. Good day,” Lucius said, bowing and exiting her small makeshift office. He had a bit of spring to his walk. He had been seducing women for years, and he knew all the signs of a woman ripe for seduction. The Primordial exhibited all of them. He licked his lips. He had no doubt she would choose him. Her body would allow no other decision. Well, there was one wizard who could probably beat him out, but he was nowhere to be found.
Hermione stared after the dark wizard. He wasn’t the Professor but perhaps he could be a reasonable facsimile. She put his application in the “possible” folder. He was the only possible she had so far. She sighed and called out to Hansel, who was standing outside her office door.
“Send in the next applicant, Hansel,” she said.
“Yes, Miss,” the elf replied, returning to the waiting room.
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A/N: Looks like this epilogue is going to be longer than I thought. Dratted plot nifflers! Yeesh. Please review.
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Chapter 56 ~ Epilogue #1
Hermione graduated Hogwarts with honors, as she was expected to. She had stepped down from the Head Girl position and all other leadership-oriented activities were tossed as well. For a little while she could breathe.
She and Ron had a huge row the moment she returned to Hogwarts, but after hanging from the ceiling rafters for half an hour, Ron decided Hermione had acted reasonably after all. Dumbledore was given a life sentence in Azkaban, and terribly mourned by the new Headmistress Minerva McGonagal.
Harry finally got his chance to live a normal life. He became an Auror, and Ron worked with his father at the Ministry. Hermione, however wasn’t given a break. As a Primordial she was constantly getting requests to fix this or solve that. There were those who wanted to involve her in their own “take over the wizarding world schemes” and there had been several assassination attempts. They never got near her however. Her powers protected her whether she was conscious of danger or not. Then there were wizards trying to court her, but she could discern their motives and every one of them coveted her power.
After three years or so Hermione built herself a house on a hill, and together with Hansel and Gretel, the former elfin servants of Voldemort, lived a rather quiet life doing research on her own powers and publishing papers that the academic wizarding community just ate up. She made her money by giving lectures. She always filled the auditoriums to capacity, although most attendees were curiosity seekers. It paid quite well.
The Primordial was very lonely, and on occasion glamoured herself and tried to find release by picking up the odd wizard that seemed promising, but they were never what she needed. She ended up more frustrated than she was when she started.
Finally, she decided to take the logical route of finding a consort, similar to the thwarted deatheater lover approach. So she took out an ad in a popular single’s magazine. She was too desperate to be embarrassed, and anyway most wizards would be honored to serve as her consort. Hermione did not want a constant companion however. She enjoyed her solitude and long ago pushed the idea of finding love out of her mind. She’d settle for a comfortable physical relationship. She just wanted a wizard available when she needed him, someone who would satisfy her, but not smother her.
Her ad read as follows:
Dark-natured wizard wanted as occasional Consort. Must be self-assured, independent, able to hold his own in any given situation. Must have smooth voice and strong male attributes. Apply in person at: The House on the Hill (tap for link) between the hours of ten am and three pm weekdays. Be prepared to interview and if necessary, perform.
Hermione was really randy.
The Primordial had to transform her foyer into a waiting room. Hopeful wizards were filling it to overflowing, the line to get in to see her winding out the door and wrapping around the hill. Finally she designed a form for the wizards to fill out while waiting that helped her weed out the undesirables instantly. The form was self-evaluating, and if the wizard was unsuitable, it would proclaim “Unsuitable” and port key him to the last place he was before arriving at Hermione’s home. He was blocked from further contact from that point on.
This thinned the line out significantly, for the form was quite in depth. The ones deemed suitable were given an appointment to for Hermione to interview them. She was hooded during the interview so the wizards couldn’t see her face. The ones who said they didn’t care what she looked like were thrown out immediately for such an obvious lie. Not all the wizards were dark-natured either. She disposed of them as well.
Hansel stepped out into the waiting room.
“Number sixty-three,” he squeaked. A wizard rose and walked toward the elf, who cringed.
“This way, sir,” the elf said nervously, directing the wizard to Hermione’s office.
“Please have a seat,” Hermione said, not looking up as she shuffled through the papers of her last interviewee, and stuck them in the trashcan on the side of her desk.
Hermione looked up to see Lucius Malfoy seated in front of her.
“Lord Malfoy, what are you doing here?” she gasped.
“Why, answering your ad Miss Granger,” he replied, smiling at her rather sexily, “I thought I might be significantly dark for your needs, and although I am no Potions Master, he and I share a similar background and certain traits that might appeal to you.”
Hermione looked at Lucius. He was the complete opposite of Severus in features. Blonde haired, gray-eyed and broad-chested, but he did have a soft, sensual voice, and his eyes were piercing. There was a definitely feral hunger hidden behind them.
“But you’re a married wizard,” Hermione said in a low voice.
“Narcissa and I are both in your debt, Miss Granger for freeing us from the service of the Dark Lord My wife has no objections if I serve as your Consort. You do not require a full-time consort after all. Only one to …ah…meet your needs. I am quite certain I can do that, Miss Granger,” he said, his eyes sweeping over her, “Why don’t you lower your hood?”
Hermione lowered the hood, revealing her face. Lucius stared at her a moment.
“It would be quite easy to serve as your consort, Miss Granger. You are lovely. Not to mention curvaceous. I would enjoy pleasuring you,” he said, his voice going a little hoarse. “And you specified a dark-natured wizard. I understand what that means in relation to what you need, Miss Granger,” Lucius said, his gray eyes narrowing slightly. ”You will find I am quite thorough.”
Hermione swallowed as she looked at the blonde wizard, who was meeting her gaze steadily. He certainly sounded like what the healer ordered. He was a former deatheater, so he definitely had a dark, dark nature.
Lucius was intimately familiar with Snape as a sexual animal. He had shared women with the Potions Master during the Revels after all, and knew the wizard’s preferred method of taking a woman. He doubted that method had changed when he fucked the Primordial. Lucius was just as brutal and thorough as Snape was, and wanted the status that fucking the Primordial would bring him. Like Snape, he wasn’t interested in her power. Serving under Voldemort all those years had taken the taste for another’s power from him. He was quite content with what he had now, though he did like others to admire him. As Hermione’s consort, he would get that admiration. He looked at the witch.
“I noticed your ad said ‘be prepared to perform.’ I would be more than happy to give you a sample of my abilities, Miss Granger,” he said seductively, leaning forward, his gray eyes flashing her a challenge. “I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve had a satisfying experience, Primordial.”
It had been. Hermione felt her belly tightening. It was getting hard to think. But she pulled it together.
“Lord Malfoy, I thank you for your offer but I still have other interviewees. I will keep you in mind when I make my final selections,” she said, her amber eyes meeting his. Lucius could sense she was attracted to him, but hesitant. That was all right. He was a patient man. He rose.
“Very well, Miss Granger, “ he said. Then he walked around her desk. Hermione swiveled in her chair to face him. He looked down at her for a moment, then bent and captured her lips between his in a quick, electric kiss. He pulled away, his face inches from hers as his gray eyes blazed into her amber ones.
“It makes no sense to continue to deny yourself, Miss Granger. You know I can meet your needs as well as Severus did. We are two sides of the same galleon,” he said softly. Then he stood and returned to his side of the desk and picked up his silver tipped cane.
“I hope to hear from you soon, Miss Granger. Good day,” Lucius said, bowing and exiting her small makeshift office. He had a bit of spring to his walk. He had been seducing women for years, and he knew all the signs of a woman ripe for seduction. The Primordial exhibited all of them. He licked his lips. He had no doubt she would choose him. Her body would allow no other decision. Well, there was one wizard who could probably beat him out, but he was nowhere to be found.
Hermione stared after the dark wizard. He wasn’t the Professor but perhaps he could be a reasonable facsimile. She put his application in the “possible” folder. He was the only possible she had so far. She sighed and called out to Hansel, who was standing outside her office door.
“Send in the next applicant, Hansel,” she said.
“Yes, Miss,” the elf replied, returning to the waiting room.
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A/N: Looks like this epilogue is going to be longer than I thought. Dratted plot nifflers! Yeesh. Please review.