pitch black

***ok people i might not write for like two weeks b/c i have finals!!!! WWWaaaahhhhhh!! Keep your fingers crossed VERY tightly for me. I need all the luck I can get J/k! Thanks for the reviews ladies and gents!

*two weeks later*

Hermione was eating breakfast and laughing with Ron and Harry. It\'s been such a long time since she had fun with them and it felt good to be happy once again.

Ever since her detention her dreams have gone away and she began to think that maybe everything that has happened were just dreams and nothing more. Harry and Ron seemed glad when Hermione hung out with them on their trip to hogsmeade. They drank butter beers, went to the quidditch shop, the book shop, and they bought lots of treats to pig off of later on. Hermione was once again berating them for not doing their homework, while Ron complained that it was only the third week of school.

Even though Hermione felt loads better than she did for a long time, she still felt His presence near her. In potions class Snape never looked at her and she never gazed upon him. They ignored eachother, but Hermione could feel his desire for her cut deep into her heart when she entered class. As his voice reached her ear she immediately became wet thinking of how his lips had descended upon her own and how he manipulated her into orgasm. Even at night she could almost feel his hands tracing down the curves of her body and caressing her soft skin. At unexpected moments she would hear his deep voice echoing in her mind as it taunted her. \'You belong to me\'

Hermione\'s strained nerves began to ease up a little. But all good things must come to an end...

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(DREAM) Hermione was walking in a house where the hallways were dark. Some moonlight filtered through the windows. At the end of the hallway she saw a soft glow piercing the darkness. Slowly easing herself inside she saw that she was inside some kind of throne room. No one was in there except for two people...Lord Voldemort and herself.

Hermione was sitting on his lap as Voldemort cupped her big breast between his hands. He began to rub his fingertips over her nipples. Her back arched up against his body. Voldemort began to press kisses against her neck and her eyes closed in pleasure. One of his hands began to slowly slide down her body. She was dressed in a black dress that barely touched her knees and she saw his hand pull her skirt up. His hand was hidden from view put she could see it\'s shape travel up her legs until it reached her core. Suddenly the image of her began to moan in pleasure. Her hips began to move in rythym with his hand. Then two deatheaters walked into the room.

Both knelt on the ground and without stopping Voldemort began to speak to them. \"What is it Majeri?\"

\"My lord, we have found a survivor of the resistance in the north...shall we bring him in for torture?\" Both deatheaters weren\'t even sure if Voldemort heard them because he began to kiss Hermione passionately as he continued thrusting his finger in her wet opening.

Finally Voldemort began to whisper seductively into Hermione\'s ear, \"Would you like to torture him, my dear? Make him beg for his life...and then kill him.\"

Voldemort looked back at his deatheaters and asked, \"What\'s his name?\"

Majeri was about to answer, but then Hermione let out a loud gasp. Clearing his throat nervously he answered, \"Thomas Millington.\" Voldemort seemed to be comtemplating something in his mind. The only sound that could be heard was Hermione\'s lustful moans and begging. Hermione\'s eyes shot open and she screamed as her pussy clenched around Voldemort\'s long fingers. She collapsed against him and he pulled her into his embrace.

\"Bring him in.\" Voldemort began to rub his hands up and down Hermione\'s body to soothe her. Finally a man around the age of thirty was brought in. Hermione got up on her legs shakily and smoothed her dress. Taking a knife from one of the deatheaters she began to circle the man.

Hermione looked up adoringly at Voldemort as she asked, \"What shall I do with him, my lord.\" She licked her lips in anticipation.

Voldemort smiled evilly, \"Whatever you wish, my love. You were a good girl tonight. I\'ll just sit back and watch you enjoy yourself.\" Without hesitation Hermione began to slice small cuts around the mans body. She slowly flicked out her tongue and licked his blood away. Pushing him away from her Hermione began to remove his pants. Going on her knees she pulled out his cock and began to pleasure him. The prisoner began to writhe with pleasure as hermione bobbed her head up and down his shaft deligently. Right when he was about to cum she pulled away instantly. The man cried out as she began to cut longer, deeper cuts on his body. Then she took out her wand. Pointing it at him she yelled out, \"Crucio!\"

Thomas\'s eyes rolled back into his head and Hermione let him rest for a few minutes. Her lips smirked evilly as she said, \"Mr. Millington, how does it feel knowing your going to die like this? Being tortured? Do you know how your wife died...hmm?? My deatheaters fucked her as she begged for mercy. She was screaming out for you to save her. Tsk, tsk...clearly she put too much faith in you...Look at you. Your pathetic.\" Hermione looked over her shoulder and Voldemort nodded his head slightly. Hermione began to raise the knife to his chest.

\"Sorry to cut this short, but you\'re not that much fun to play with.\" Hermione began to hack away at his body. Blood began to stain her hands and body, but she kept plunging his body fiercely. Stepping away from him Hermione began to laugh hysterically and she ran to Voldemort. She wrapped her bloody body around him and kissed him on his lips.

\"Did I please you, my lord?\"

Voldemort took her hand and slipped it underneath his pants. Hermione quickly began to stroke his length with her hand. Suddenly Voldemort\'s blood red eyes turned towards the doorway where the real Hermione was. Hermione stood in shock when his head snapped towards her.

\"Come home to me, my love. This is where you belong.\"

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Hermione woke up with tears in her eyes. She looked down at her hands and began to search her body for any blood. She began to rock back in forth with tears in her eyes. She rubbed her eyes in frustration and waited until her heartbeat began to slow down. Then she made up her mind. Getting up she decided to go see Albus Dumbledore.