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Chapter 62 ~ Hello, Voldy

When Severus told Hermione that Mathias was to go before the Dark Lord for an evaluation, she was totally against it.

"You want me to tell the Dark Lord no?" Severus asked her as Hermione glowered at him.

She was sitting up in bed naked, her arms folded across her breasts looking down at the Potions Master who was lying on his back, his arms folded behind his head and looking quite sated.

"Yes!" Hermione replied angrily.

She was mad for two reasons. The first was that he'd accepted the invitation without consulting her, and the second was that Severus had sex with her before he told her about it. The Potions Master knew it was a distinct possibility Hermione wouldn't have been cooperative if he had told her first. So he did what any Slytherin would do. Got his first.

Hermione and Severus had been lovers for over three years now and had fallen into a comfortable understanding, punctuated with huge arguments and incredible make-up sex. Hermione was not a shy, retiring witch and challenged him anytime he acted like a caveman, which was quite often. She would not allow him to tell her what to do.

"I'm not your student anymore," she would say to him, "I am a grown witch and been making my own decisions long before you took over my bed."

Of course, Severus fucked Hermione until she left an indentation in the mattress after these little bouts of defiance, but Hermione still stood her ground. Secretly the Potions Master approved very much of her independent nature, as aggravating as it could be at times. She was no doormat. It was only during sex when she would totally submit to him…but then again, he gave her no choice. He hadn't lost any ardor for the witch in the three years he was with her. In fact, it seemed as if the wizard's ardor had grown.

Severus discovered a committed relationship was not a free pass for constant sex. With the other witches, all he had to do was show up…and he'd be happily fucking away within ten minutes. Not so with Hermione. If she wasn't in the mood, she wasn't in the mood. In the beginning, he just tore through her defenses with a few caresses, kisses and dirty words…but she soon wised up and forbid him to even touch her those nights…actually kicking him out of the bed a few times until he got the message. He would sleep uncomfortably on the sofa, Hermione's room tightly warded against him with her signature so he couldn't creep back in the middle of the night.

She'd pay when she finally did let him have her, believe that. Severus was a wonderful lover, but a very vindictive one…and he took great pleasure in driving into Hermione while whispering her recent offenses in the witch's ear, punctuating each one with a good, hard thrust until she was practically incoherent.

"My back still hurts from sleeping on that damn sofa," he'd hiss as she buckled beneath him. Personally, Hermione didn't believe him when he said things like that. No wizard could fuck the way he did with an injured back.

The word "Love" had never come up between them in the three years they were together, but Hermione was irrevocably in love with the Professor. When Ron and the rest of her family found out she was involved with the snarky wizard who abandoned her and Mathias, all hell had broken loose. Hermione finally got them all together, including Harry and told them what Severus had done to protect her and Mathias from Voldemort and then gave them all an ultimatum either to accept her decision or get out of her life.

This was received with mixed reactions. Ron and Harry did leave her alone for a few months, but friendship won over and after a while, they accepted the situation, although with rather bad grace. Anytime Severus was in a room with either Harry or Ron, the tension was very high. Severus didn't help the situation a bit. He made sure to touch and purr over Hermione in a very possessive and clearly intimate way when they were about, which had the effect of putting both Harry and Ron in horrible moods. Severus always had fun when they were present much to Hermione's chagrin.

"They don't like the idea of me climbing all over your curvaceous little body," he purred at the witch, who would turn a nice, bright red.

Severus found it a small miracle that the witch could still blush after all he'd done to her. There was no part of Hermione that the wizard didn't know and partake of intimately, though anal sex had been quite an ordeal for the witch. Severus was huge and it took quite a while for her to get used to him. But he didn't do it often…he liked to feel her orgasm directly. It was usually when he was in 'total domination' mode that he would fuck her that way and over time she learned to enjoy it.

Severus was also extremely jealous of Hermione, though he tried to hide it. Once he had visited and found Hermione with a male co-worker chatting over coffee in the kitchen, and he made the wizard so uncomfortable with his scowling that he left. Then he fucked Hermione right on the kitchen table the moment the front door closed, breaking the plates and coffee cups by slinging them to the floor. He did have the grace to repair them afterwards as Hermione shuddered deliciously from her multiple orgasms, still sprawled on the table. Yes, being the lover of Severus Snape was something else. Something she loved.

Severus looked up at Hermione.

"Telling the Dark Lord no is like saying, please Avada Kedavra me, my Lord," Severus replied. "You don't say no to an evaluation, Hermione. Remember, he made an allowance for Mathias…and you. We have to remain in his good graces."

Hermione scowled down at him.

"What if Mathias doesn't pass his evaluation? What then, Severus? He hates the Dark Lord," she said. The witch was very frightened for her son, though she tried to put on a brave face.

"He will pass. He is as good an Occlumens as I am," Severus said.

"But what if he doesn't?" Hermione asked her lover.

Severus' eyes went hard.

"Then he will be marked for death," he replied, "Just as he would have been if Voldemort found out about him years ago. In that event, I would hide him, and you where you could not be found."

Hermione's eyes narrowed.

""But…if you did that, what would happen to you, Severus?" she asked the wizard, her heart going cold.

"I would die fighting," Severus replied quietly. He wouldn't let Voldemort torture him to death.

Tears filled Hermione's eyes. She didn't want Severus to die for them.

"I don't want that, Severus. Couldn't you come with us?" Hermione asked.

Severus shook his head.

"I have the mark, Hermione. Voldemort would cause me constant pain until I surfaced. You wouldn't want to witness that," he replied. "And I don't want to go through it."

Hermione stared down at him, her heart aching. Gods, Mathias just had to pass the evaluation. He just had to. The thought of being on the run and Severus dead was just too horrible.

"I have a will that will instantly transfer all I have to you and Mathias," the wizard said in a low voice, "My residuals, my accounts, all my worldly goods. And an insurance policy that should take care of you for the rest of your life. It pays double if I am murdered."

Hermione's eyes filled with tears at this. She had no idea Severus had set things up to provide for both her and Mathias if he died. But she didn't want any of it. She just wanted him. She lay down, placing her head on the Potions Master's chest and listened to his strong heartbeat. She never wanted it stilled. He meant so much to her. She felt his arm encircle her.

"No one lives forever, Hermione," he said softly, looking up at the ceiling.

"But I want you to live as long as possible, Severus. I'd be lost without you," she replied, her fingertips tracing his scars as tears fell from her eyes.

Severus felt his heart tighten as Hermione's warm tears splashed on his chest. The witch had never said she loved him, but he knew she did. He saw it in her eyes every time she surrendered to him.

"Don't cry for me, witch," he said, "I've been living on borrowed time for many, many years. I've come to terms with the fact that I will probably die at Voldemort's hands. My one comfort is I can die with a less heavy heart now that I've known you. All I ask is that you and Mathias survive. That is all I want in the world, witch…you and my son to survive me."

Hermione sobbed now, crying as if her heart were breaking. And it was. Severus caressed her hair.

"Don't cry, Hermione," he said to her gently, "It will work out just the way it should in the end."

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Jasmine Malfoy was a wreck. The Dark Lord was about to arrive and the banquet wasn't set up yet. She screamed at the cowering house elves to get a move on, then went to check the striped tent where Voldemort would be receiving people. She pulled back the flap and looked around approvingly. Although the tent seemed to be only ten feet by ten feet around from the outside, it was very spacious inside.

A throne had been placed on a dais and lush carpeting lined the floor. There was a sofa, several comfortable armchairs and velvet wall coverings. A small table held fresh fruit juices, liquors and appetizers, golden pitchers and goblets.

Jasmine looked very pretty in her Slytherin green dress robes, her hair swept up in a bun. She didn't want to overdo it. She was to be formally introduced to Voldemort today and evaluated. She was very excited to get to see him face to face for the first time.

The small party was being held in the rose orchard. Beautiful roses abounded in marvelous and rare colors. The air was fragrant with them. Small, round tables were scattered about and tables laden with food and drink arranged strategically. Voldemort's tent was set at some distance from the mingling area to afford privacy and safety for illustrious leader. There was heavy security consisting of Deatheaters from the inner circle. But they were in dress robes and unmasked.

Guests were arriving. Boyle and his father barreled in, heading straight for the banquet table. A few older Slytherins and their parents arrived also. Council members and Ministry officials were also in attendance. Jasmine greeted each graciously and told them where the facilities were located and to help themselves to food and drink. If they needed anything, they were to ask the house elves, who would accommodate them.

Severus and Mathias arrived, both in dress robes. The Potions Master immediately scowled at finding himself surrounded by roses. He hated everything about roses...the way they looked and particularly the way they smelled. Mathias was running his finger around his collar. He wasn't used to dressing up and the unfamiliar tightness of the high collar around his neck was uncomfortable. His black eyes swept over the opulent settings, looking up at the Manor. Yes, Jasmine's family was loaded all right. No wonder the witch was so spoiled.

Severus walked up to Draco, Mathias striding after him.

"Why, hello Professor. So good of you to come," Draco said, shaking Severus' hand. His ice-blue eyes turned on to Mathias. The boy was pale, dark-eyed and somber, just like his father, though much better looking. He had his mother's features.

"And you must be Mathias. I am Lord Draco Malfoy. Pleased to make your acquaintance," Draco said extending his hand.

Mathias took it and shook it firmly.

"My Lord," he responded by way of greeting.

He was going to be saying "My Lord" quite often today. It irked him however. He had no Lords. But he promised to be on his best behavior, which meant biting his tongue. Mathias was just as direct as his father, and his directness was often mistaken for rudeness.

"A firm grip," Draco commented approvingly.

A lot could be told from a handshake. The boy had confidence. Draco was aware he was quite accomplished magically, thanks to Jasmine who built Mathias up every chance she got. Draco in turn, gave this information to Voldemort, who was very interested in the boy's development. The Dark Lord had a vested interest in the boy, particularly since he had made a few concessions in order to acquire him into his ranks, concessions such as allowing Severus to fuck his mudblood mother for almost four years now. It rankled the Dark Lord because he could sense Severus' satisfaction with the arrangement.

Occasionally, Voldemort would torture him and try to find out if he loved Hermione. If he did, it would be an instant death sentence for them both. But Severus never confessed to it, so Voldemort would let him return to her. He still did not approve, and as soon as Mathias was inducted into his ranks, Voldemort planned to punish both Severus and Hermione, if not outright kill them. He intended to evaluate Mathias Snape thoroughly. If the boy were not up to par, he would send his deatheaters to kill him. The despot would kill his parents himself for failing to raise him suitably. A lot was riding on Mathias.

Jasmine caught sight of Mathias and hurried over to him. She looked him up and down. His hair was loose and well brushed, falling over his shoulders, and his dress robes were immaculate. He looked very handsome. Mathias' dark eyes washed over her as well.

"I thought you'd be in an evening gown," he said silkily.

Jasmine snorted at him.

"In the day, Mathias? Really. You have no fashion sense," she declared.

"I don't need it. I always dress in black," he replied, quirking an eyebrow at her..

Jasmine looked around at the guests with satisfaction.

"There are a lot of important people here. Officials and Council members," she said.

Mathias shrugged. He could care less how important they were. But there was something he wanted to know.

"Are they all DKV members?" he asked.

"Most of them, yes," Jasmine answered.

Suddenly a voice called out, "He comes. Pay your respects to the Great Lord Voldemort!"

A lot of murmuring broke out as people gathered together. Several wizards with their wands out exited the Manor in a tight group, Voldemort walking in the center of them, protected on every side. Everyone bowed as the group passed them, straining to get a look at Voldemort, who smiled and waved. He was glamoured to look as he would if he had not taken all the elixirs that transformed him into a snake-like visage. He was tall, dark-haired and dark-eyed. Quite a handsome man actually. The witches in attendance swooned, with the exception of Jasmine, who looked at him curiously.

Mathias studied him, then shifted to aura view. He started. Voldemort's auras were all black. Every single one of them, and not only that…Voldemort looked nothing at all like the man he appeared to be. He was thin, hairless, noseless and lipless. He was covered in scales and had red eyes. Mathias stared at the wizard. If people knew he looked like this, Mathias doubted they would follow him at all. He wasn't human. He might have been once, but not now. Mathias shifted back to normal sight, frowning slightly.

Severus, who was standing next to him, looked down and saw the frown.

"What's wrong son?" he inquired.

"Nothing," Mathias replied.

Severus said nothing more. Mathias was a teenager and teenagers were sulky at best.

The group moved inside the tent and the guests began to mill about, talking about how handsome the Dark Lord was.

It didn't take long for the evaluations to start. Voldemort was uncomfortable outside the security of his secret fortress. He planned to make this quick and get back. He had to meet with a few DKV members as well, to praise them for their work for the organization. He hated it, but Draco assured him it was the best way to get continued support. Draco had been correct so far.

A short, squat deatheater walked out of the tent and announced, "Lord Draco Malfoy and Lady Jasmine Malfoy, the Great Lord will see you now."

Draco caught Jasmine by the arm and walked her toward the tent. Mathias watched them enter, his dark eyes somber as the flap closed behind them.

Draco and Jasmine entered the tent and stood before the throne. A chubby, rather rat-faced wizard stood to the right of it. Peter Pettigrew. Draco bowed and Jasmine curtsied. Voldemort nodded at them, his dark eyes resting on Jasmine.

"My Lord, allow me to introduce my daughter, Lady Jasmine Narcissa Malfoy," Draco said.

Voldemort looked at her thoughtfully.

"Hello, Lady Malfoy," he said. Jasmine thought his voice was oddly high-pitched.

"Hello, my Lord," Jasmine replied, curtsying again.

Voldemort was silent for a moment, then said, "Leave us, Draco."

Draco bowed and exited the tent.

Lord Voldemort rose from the throne and walked up to Jasmine, studying her face, then walked around her, looking her over as if inspecting a dragon for purchase. He stopped in front of her.

"How old are you, Jasmine?" he asked her, "You don't mind me calling you Jasmine, do you?"

"No, my Lord," she answered. Jasmine carefully held her eyes to the floor as her father instructed. "I just turned fifteen, my Lord."

"Ah, fifteen. So young. You may look at me," he said. Jasmine raised her eyes.

"You have your grandmother's eyes," Voldemort commented, "Quite lovely."

"Thank you, my Lord," Jasmine said, feeling vaguely uncomfortable.

"I hear you are the secretary for the Young DKV club at Hogwarts and have been for nearly four years. That is quite commendable. Your dedication is appreciated and acknowledged, witch. Do you plan to take the Mark?" the wizard asked her, his eyes sweeping over her again.

"Yes, my Lord," Jasmine said.

Voldemort reached up and caressed her cheek slowly. Jasmine fought back a shudder. His fingertips were cold. Very cold.

"Excellent," the wizard said. "Since you have already shown your commitment by your works, Jasmine, I find you suitable. You may go. Send your father in when you leave," the wizard said.

Jasmine curtsied again.

"Yes my Lord. Thank you, my Lord," she said, waiting for Voldemort to return to his throne, then backing out of the tent. You were never to turn your back on the Dark Lord.

Draco hurried up to her.

"That was a very short interview. What did he say?" he asked his daughter.

"That because of my work for the Young DVK, he found me suitable. But he asked to see you," she replied.

Jasmine was still creeped by the wizard's touch. She felt like she wanted to wash her face.

"You did well, Jasmine. I'm proud of you," Draco said, kissing her forehead then hurrying back to Voldemort's tent.

He entered the tent and bowed to the Dark Lord.

"You asked for me, my Lord?" Draco asked him.

"Yes, Draco. Your daughter is quite lovely. She will become one of my consorts when she turns eighteen," the wizard said, "She will be given some authority while she serves me in this capacity. You will bring her to me on the night of her eighteenth birthday for deflowering. She must be untouched, Draco. If she is not a virgin I will not accept her, and be very angry. You know how I am when I am angry, Draco," he said coldly.

"Yes, my Lord," Draco responded, trembling a little.

Even though he served the Dark Lord well, Draco had received a taste of his wrath over the years. It had been terrible. He did not want to invite it again. Jasmine was a Malfoy. She would have to deal with the situation. It was an honor to be the consort of the Dark Lord. And he had been merciful in saying he would wait until Jasmine was eighteen. Voldemort was known to fuck witches as young as fourteen if he desired them. Draco suspected that the Dark Lord was waiting because of his position. Although he was a despot, Voldemort appreciated the work Draco did, so gave his daughter time to grow up. If she weren't mature by eighteen…the Dark Lord would definitely mature her quickly.

"Very well, Draco. You will be rewarded as well when she comes of age," the wizard said. "You may go and inform her she has the honor of being chosen by me."

"Thank you my Lord. I am sure she will be thrilled," Draco replied.

"Whether she is thrilled or not, Draco…she had been chosen. Make sure to tell her she must keep herself for me," Voldemort said, dropping his glamour for a moment. Draco trembled at the sight of him and dropped to one knee.

"Yes, my Lord," he said.

Voldemort replaced his glamour.

"Now go, Draco," the wizard said, flicking his hand toward the blonde wizard.

Draco backed out of the tent.

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Mathias asked Jasmine how the interview went.

"Oh, he found me suitable immediately," Jasmine said shifting her eyes a bit.

Mathias noticed this, and shifted to aura view. He saw both her mental and emotional auras showed clear signs of being disturbed. Draco had gone to Jasmine immediately and told her the Dark Lord had chosen her to be his consort when she turned eighteen. The witch knew she couldn't protest the decision. She was going to have to let the wizard fuck her when she came of age. Of course, there would be great benefits to being the wizard's consort…but Jasmine was no longer sure she wanted that kind of power. Mathias frowned at her.

"Something is wrong. What happened, Jasmine?" Mathias asked her.

Jasmine shook her head.

"I…I can't tell you, Mathias," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "I have to go and see about the elves."

Jasmine hurried off.

Mathias watched her go, his eyes narrowed. Something definitely was wrong here. He was going to find out what it was.

Peter Pettigrew walked out of the tent.

"Professor Severus Snape and Master Mathias Snape, the Great Lord will see you now," he announced.

Severus and Mathias approached the tent.

"Remember all I told you," Severus whispered to him.

Mathias nodded, his eyes squarely set on the tent opening, his heart pounding. He was finally going to meet the wizard he hated most in the world.

The wizard he planned to kill.

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A/N: Now, if that doesn't make Jasmine a bit more sympathetic, I don't know what will! Lol. Voldemort's consort. :::shaking head::: Got to get ready to go on a short gig so maybe another chapter will be done while I'm at work. Please review.