Unjust Peace

AN You can read the chapter because it was beta-ed by Serpent in Red, as my unbeta-ed chapters are hard to understand. They need chop-chop, delete-delete.

And here comes the usual Serpie-thing. WARNING!

For Mature audience only! Rating M is not because I don't know any other letters. It's for a reason, duh.

Anyways, please note that drugs are bad! Don't do drugs, people.

Now, regarding this chapter- the experience is spot on, so don't come saying it's a fake. When I was younger I tried some stuff, so I know what I am writing. Plus, I had friends that tried the stronger stuff mentioned in this chapter, so I saw it all with my eyes. So please, no "OMG! This is not possible under this….blah blah", or "People don't do that when…blah blah". They do.

So, again. DRUGS ARE BAD! Don't do them. Also, mature themes ahead. BEWARE!

(I feel like a moron repeating that from story to story, from chapter to chapter, that "M" rating is MATURE. You all get the meaning).

Special thanks to Nerys and Serpent in Red. Those horny bitches rule!

This chapter shows just how touched in the head I really am. Donations for psychos-stay-in-loony-bins are welcomed!

Chapter 6

Though satisfied that Hermione made herself comfortable in her new room, Lord Voldemort was definitely not in great spirits. Potter's mudblood was not an easy catch. Nonetheless, Lord Voldemort felt that one year in her cell had definitely damaged her sanity. He recalled the mad laughter that erupted from the Mudblood when she threw the contents in the can at him, as well as that mad glint in her eyes. She had the same sparkle as he did, and Lord Voldemort knew for sure that this was not a sane person's glint. She was as mad as he was; she just didn't realize it yet.

However, she knew exactly what she was doing, Voldemort decided when he recalled the riddle. It had something to do with Muggles, and he could bet Gryffindor sword on that. She understood perfectly how his mind worked. He had hit her with her most painful memories and thought with brutal force, and he knew that Hermione Granger was not happy about it, far from happy, so she stepped onto the same path as he did. She would go for something that was either difficult for him to admit-something to do with Muggles-or something he could not know simply because it was too Muggle.

What a bitch, he thought while quickly going to the library. He would have to go through many volumes that contained anything with wars, the color red, and "living forever." He could guess that it had something to do with literature and Muggle literature to be precise.

Who else besides him lived forever, right? Only characters in literature, so he could happily move in that direction, since he was sure that that was where he would find the answer.

Disgusting, he thought angrily while entering the library. He would have to go through Muggle shit.

Dammit, he thought wanting to curse the Mudblood with a very painful curse when a small but very persistent thought crossed his mind.

He was not bored anymore.

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He had only five hours to find the answer and he was stuck. Lord Voldemort never gave up, even after browsing through the whole entire section of Muggle literature in some Muggle store on the outsides of London, since the books that he had in his library were either scientific or about torture.

He still didn't have the answer and he really needed that. Fast.

Happily angry- Voldemort decided that was the best definition for his emotions right now while the Dark Lord Apparated back to Azkaban.

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Lucius Malfoy was surprised when his Lord called him, but he was even more surprised when he Apparated into the main hall of the Great Manor, which he still hated with passion. Damn Azkaban.

As soon as Lucius arrived, he realized that he was not the only one Death Eater already there.

Bellatrix Lestrange was already kneeling before their Lord and some unknown low-ranked Death Eaters formed a circle of bowed figures.

Trying to mask his surprise, Lucius Malfoy knelt before his Lord, right next to Bellatrix, who had, he noticed, a very strange expression on her face, as if she was deep in thought. Since that was a very rare occasion, Malfoy started to feel cold shivers in the pit of his stomach. Something was wrong.

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Lord Voldemort decided that he could use some additional source of information, since he did not specify with the Mudblood that he couldn't. He called some of the Death Eaters and provided them with the puzzle, not explaining why he needed that or who provided him with said riddle. Just for the fun of it, he could, of course, gather his army and calmly ask if anyone knew the answer to the puzzle that the Potter's Mudblood had provided him when it was her turn to make riddles. However, he imagined their moronic expressions for a second and decided that he wouldn't be able to Occlude his mind from that shit ever.

So, he went one by one, asking the riddle and waiting for answers-or whatever nonsense those stupid bastards were babbling. One Death Eater already received Avada Kedavra for offering "The Order of the Phoenix."

Bellatrix received three Cruciatus curses for three moronic answers she provided to him. First, she thought long and hard and provided the answer "The Weasleys." Crucio number one was fired right away.

What Weasleys? They were all killed, Voldemort thought, now highly irritated. Two hours until the deadline. He will not lose!

Then, Bellatrix offered "Godric Gryffindor and his House." A stronger Crucio.

The last answer sent Bellatrix flying to the floor screaming with all her might as she offered "Red scarves on Gryffindors." That was the boiling point for the Dark Lord as he had repeated the puzzle several times stating it had something to do with literature, war, and Muggles.

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Lucius thought hard, really hard on what he knew about Muggles… Which was not difficult at all, as he knew almost nothing at all.

When Lord Voldemort turned his angry stare at him, Lucius provided the answer that not only did not send him on the floor with a wave of Cruciatus, but actually made his Lord praise him.

"Lucius, what are your suggestions?" The quiet question in that deadly tone let Malfoy know that he had to provide something good for his own sake.

"My Lord, may I offer an alternative solution?" At the raised eyebrow, Lucius continued. "We could get some Muggles. They surely would know the answer, if it is a Muggle theme".

Voldemort would have smacked himself on the head had he not been the Dark Lord. Of course, he could use the Muggles to retrieve the information. He was the Dark Lord, for Salazar's sake; he was not supposed to know the answer to a Muggle riddle. He could, however, use Muggles.

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He was going to kill himself, the Dark Lord decided, after he had listened to one Muggle woman in her mid-thirties for two minutes.

No, he was going to torture Granger until she was dead, then kill his Death Eaters, then torture Lucius till he was drooling on the floor in a state of a vegetable, and then he was going to kill all Muggles.

Dear Merlin, Voldemort almost pleadingly (as Dark Lords did not plead) looked at the new portion of Muggles that Lucius and Bella had found and brought to him.

He had already killed twenty five, after just looking into their moronic minds, since he would not tolerate the shit that they would no doubt mutter while stealing his precious time.

Looking at the two young Muggles, Voldemort finally felt a long time forgotten sense of hope. Their minds were different from the others and there were some very interesting things swimming around their brains.

Little did Voldemort know that Lucius and Bella were not the best candidates for choosing his next victim.

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When Sparkles swallowed another small mark size paper, he heard how his best friend, Swan, snorted another line of amphetamine before also swallowing the paper. Things were good, since they got the new stuff that was the coolest thing on the streets nowadays and now they were just loaded.

Several minutes went by and Sparkles wanted to express his feelings towards his best mate when a pop was heard and two weirdos appeared out of thin air.

"Wow, dude, your cloak is sooo cool," Swan happily complimented Lucius Malfoy who had an expression of utter disgust and determination on his face.

"Whoa, you like, just, flew here, or something?" Damn, those drugs were really powerful and cool, Sparkles thought happily while quickly approaching Bellatrix who looked at them weirdly. Even to her, they seemed weird.

Lucius quickly grabbed Swan while Bellatrix took Sparkles and Apparated them into Azkaban, where Lord Voldemort was waiting impatiently.

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Voldemort expected another portion of moronic Muggles, scared out of their wits and afraid for their lives. What he received instead, however, was a completely different sight—two happily squealing teenagers bounced up and down while holding hands making a circle, all the while screaming how cool the stuff was and it was much better than some wheels.

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When Sparkles and Swan saw Voldemort, they thought they were in heaven. The dude was so cool and definitely on the extreme side with his cool red eyes with snake slits instead of pupils. Sparkles already felt envy. However, when both weirdos that travelled with them bowed to the Red-Eye, Sparkles almost drooled at the sight. He wanted to be like this as well.

Swan was hypnotized by the large moving shoelace that the new guy had on his shoulders. He wanted that shoelace as well; all the dudes would be so jealous of it, Swan thought happily. He was going to get this shoelace for himself.

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He was running out of time, only one hour left and those two really weird Muggles were too strange.

They were not afraid of anything; one of them kept staring at his eyes non-stop and the Dark Lord caught a feeling of envy flying around in the weird mind of this Muggle; and the other one kept staring at Nagini while thinking she was a what? A wonderful shoelace, the Dark Lord heard in this one's mind. Who the hell have Lucius and Bella brought him?

Voldemort could not understand a thing he saw in their minds—colorful bubbles, weird shapes—and their minds seemed to work much faster than the others'. Weird.

The Dark Lord repeated the riddle again after finally gaining the attention of the Muggles, since for some unknown reason, the Imperius Curse was not working normally as well. He would have to have his team of Unspeakables investigate these two later.

"She is red, he is close but not the same".

"Another day is not today, the red used to say"

"They fought, others fought and one side won".

"What happened to them?"

Swan and Sparkles were so happy at the moment- the cool guy wanted to play with them. They loved solving riddles.

"Red, red, red," Swan started, looking at Sparkles questioningly, "like red as in the color red, or maybe something more complicated, like an army? A red army? A bloody army? Communists?"

"No, no, you don't get it. It's like red like color, you moron. Red is a color, you know," Sparkles answered annoyed. Swan was making them look stupid in front of the weirdos and the cool guy.

Voldemort started to massage his aching temples. This was not possible.

"Yeah, but red can also be like, deep red, like deep deep red, you know, or scarlet!" Swan insisted and instantly got Voldemort's attention.

Voldemort knew that there was something deep inside his memory from childhood that was triggered by the word scarlet, but he just could not remember what exactly.

"Scarlett was that cool chick in the movie we saw, remember? She has nothing to do with the riddle; she was off to find Rhett. Don't drag her into that!" Sparkles always loved that movie and watching it always made him cry. Scarlett and Rhett were just meant to be together.

Voldemort quickly left his throne and approached the Muggle who said the last sentence.

"What did you say?" the Dark Lord asked quietly.

"Emm, you know ... don't worry, dude, we're thinking. Forget about Scarlett and Rhett, it's stupid," the other Muggle answered quickly.

Voldemort now remembered that once, when he was a young boy, they went to watch this movie with children from the orphanage. But what was the name? The name was the answer to the riddle.

The Dark Lord was ecstatic; he knew the answer-well, almost knew. He just had to find out the name of the movie, or the book, as he remembered it was based on some book.

"What is the name of the movie?" Voldemort asked quickly.

"Emmm..What was it, Swan?" Sparkles looked at Swan with a puzzled expression on his stoned face.

"Predator, no?" Swan just could not remember the name.

"No, you moron, it had something to do with water, or fire, or earth, or some other element." Sparkles was annoyed. Swan made them look stupid again.

Lucius and Bella stood quietly in the corner of the hall, watching the procedure with narrowed eyes.

"What was the name of the movie?" Voldemort roared.

"Twister?" Swan offered sheepishly.

"It has four words in it, you morons, four. Now, what is the name of the movie?" Dammit, he was annoyed.

The Muggles started firing answers quicker than Voldemort, Bella or Lucius could understand.

"Fire in the woods?"

"Deep, deep dark water?"

"Star wars?"

"Silence!" the Dark Lord roared again, silencing everyone, since even Lucius and Bella tried to guess the answer by randomly putting the words together. It was a nightmare, Voldemort decided. He needed to do something in order to drag the name from the Muggles, since he had only half-an-hour left.

Suddenly, one of the Muggles took some weird looking paper from his pocket and offered it to everyone in the room.

"Dudes, we'll get the answer much faster if you join in the brainstorming," Swan added happily. Then maybe the cool guy would give him his shoelace.

Lucius and Bellatrix moved closer to inspect the item while Voldemort scanned the item for any damaging charms. Getting nothing that he could be worried about, the Dark Lord ordered Bella to take the first piece.

Obediently, Bellatrix swallowed the piece of paper and then snorted the lines of some powder that the Muggles quickly made on the floor.

Lucius was next.

After seeing that nothing bad happened to his Death Eaters, Lord Voldemort swallowed the piece of paper and did the lines as well.

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Swan and Sparkles were left alone to wander around the huge castle as soon as the drugs kicked in.

Both junkies were extremely disappointed that all their new friends just disappeared and left them alone. That was until they met some weird creatures on one of the floors of the castle. Thinking that the dudes were from Scary Movie, they kissed Dementors.

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Bellatrix wanted to know how many floors Azkaban had, so instead of Apparating, she ran up the stairs, giggling madly as said stairs smiled at her.

'They must be pure-blood stairs,' Bella thought lovingly and caressed some of the stones before running up quickly.

Lucius Malfoy was always proud to wear the name of Malfoy. So quickly drawing the enormous family tree with a shaking hand that held the wand, Lucius decided to share the knowledge of his ancestors with the commoners.

A few minutes later, Lucius Malfoy was seen on the sixth floor of the Azkaban prison where Mudbloods were held, explaining the tree to some unknown Muggle-borns in the cell, encouraging them to speak about the greatness of his family.

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Lord Voldemort stood shakily on the floor where his rooms were located. His hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold a wand properly. When he did, he couldn't fire a normal spell, since the amount of power behind said spell was much more than he anticipated or intended to have.

He already killed five Death Eaters while he ran upstairs, leaving Bella behind to caress the stairs. All his spells went wrong. Then, he tried to hold a quill in his hand and it snapped in two. Everything he touched either exploded or was damaged beyond repair. He could not control his magic and his mind was in a weird state. And now Lord Voldemort was really afraid to do what he needed to. He wanted to use the bathroom but was afraid to touch his member.

Since "Gone with the Wind" popped into his mind right after he took Muggle-knows-what, Lord Voldemort hurried to Hermione's room to finally fuck her. The only problem was that he wanted to pee.

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While Voldemort and certain Death Eaters were struggling with the new world they were seeing, Hermione Granger was calmly eating dinner in her room awaiting Voldemort's arrival. House-elves brought her some food some time ago, and Hermione was busy consuming the wonderfully cooked meal and, she guessed, pomegranate juice, since it tasted a little bit bitter.

What Hermione didn't know was that Voldemort had ordered the elves to add the same paper he had consumed into her dinner and to add powder into her juice.

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Finishing her dinner, Hermione stood up and came closer to the window. She could see the beautiful sunset that illuminated the sea with peaceful ray lights.

Her hands started to shake and Hermione felt some sort of wave crash over her head, turning the world upside down when Lord Voldemort slammed into her door forgetting to open it first.

Giggling, Hermione heard a grumble, which she guessed came from the Dark Lord's fallen body, and then the door flew open, revealing Voldemort in all his glory with dilated pupils and a smile on his handsome face.

"Hi!" The greeting flew from Hermione's mouth before she could understand what was going on, and she was sure the same ridiculous smile on his face was on hers, too. She was not in control over her body and her mind, and by the looks of it, she was not the only one.

"Hermione," the Dark Lord growled and approached her quickly.

Her name sounded so sexy on his lips, Hermione thought while meeting dilated pupils with her own.

Her body was on fire; her womanhood was just itching to be touched by him. Dark Lord or not, he was a gorgeous man, and she needed him as quickly as possible.

Just when she thought he was going to jump her, he made a strangled noise and moved towards her bathroom.

"Hold it," he said, turning to Hermione who entered right after him.

At first Hermione thought he was talking about his cloak, but when she finally saw where he was pointing at, her face became red with embarrassment and, at the same time, arousal.

The Dark Lord was pointing to his trousers where his tool was impatient to get out. Unfortunately, Voldemort could not do it himself, since he really didn't want to test his uncontrolled power on his cock, so he needed her to hold it for him while he was relieving himself.

Some part of his brain told Voldemort he should be throwing Avada Kedavras in every direction and not telling the Mudblood to help him. However, that part of the brain was overpowered by the drugs he had taken.

Hermione also knew that she should be screaming bloody murder at Voldemort, who not only drugged himself but her also, since she did understand that she was under influence of several heavy drugs. Instead, she was opening the zipper and letting his really big member out. She tenderly held it while he relieved himself. She stared at it, almost mesmerized, and she had the strangest urges to touch it, to feel it.

When Voldemort was done with the procedure, he noticed that the Mudblood was still holding his now growing member in her hands, which "accidentally" started to caress it. Faster and faster.

Hermione was stroking Voldemort in the bathroom and god was she enjoying it. It was more satisfying than she had thought it would make her feel.

A strong hand pulled her up by her hair, and Hermione found Voldemort's lips on her own, devouring her as if she were a tasty meal and she returned it enthusiastically.

Voldemort was happy that Granger's head didn't explode at his touch, or else he could not enjoy his prize now.

The kiss was far from tender- it was brutal and powerful, demanding and overwhelming. Hermione had never felt such powerful bolts of desire just from a kiss.

Somehow Hermione ended up in the Dark Lord's embrace with his hands squeezing her butt while her legs wrapped around his waist.

Slamming Hermione into the wall of the bathroom, Voldemort gathered all the control he had and made their cloth disappear. Happy that they both were intact and not somewhere where their cloth now vanished to, the Dark Lord brought Hermione even closer to his body and thrust his rock hard cock into her dripping wet slit.

Hermione screamed when she was impaled onto his member, stretching her beyond beliefs, but the waves of pleasure started rolling and crashing onto her without a stop.

Brutally penetrating the Mudblood, Voldemort was ecstatic; she felt perfect for him. He captured her sweet mouth in a brutal kiss. One of his hands held her while the other squeezed her full breast tightly and roughly.

Hermione's nails were making a bloody trace on Voldemort's back, fueling him even more.

After at least an hour of being fucked against a wall in the bathroom, Hermione found herself on the bed under a wonderful body with strong arms that held her still when she came and soft but brutal lips that seemed to suck her soul out.

Hermione felt that her mind was still present in her head, but the drugs held on, not letting her think properly. They let her only experience the ultimate pleasure she was receiving from the man that kept a fast pace even after an hour of rough sex.

Voldemort could not get enough of her. He continued to ram into her at an impossible speed, all thoughts of world dominance gone from his mind. He didn't know what drugs they had taken, but he was sure that they would not be left free for a long time.

Smirking at Hermione's dilated pupils, Voldemort remembered something.

Pushing into her tight channel with all his might, Voldemort whispered into her opened lips.

"Gone with the wind."

AN..AAAAND to be continued…cough