A Strange Love

zairaphel: Hmm, well, the way I picture the Dark Lord, she wants to be with him... got a tip for ALL of you by the way who might squicked, just imagine it's Ralph Fiennes... that's the main reason why I like the Dark Lord.

Allison: We'll see, he might do. When the muse strikes though, the muse strikes.

Nikkuman: I personally see Lord Voldemort as a half souled being now. Remember in GoF he said about starting over and now that he's got Lily's love and his fathers bones, and flesh of servant... I say he's practically human, so rest assured, he's NOT a corpse.

ShadowandFlamePanther: My stories have twists and turns? Wonderful. I hate reading a story that you know the end right at the beginning. So, cool, thanks. And no, he didn't bewitch her to do anything, he's just got that Ralph Fiennes posh man's voice... mmmmmm.... sorry, I was off with my Voldemuse....

lisa: Perhaps, but hey, he's seduces women to his side somehow...

angel: Lets just say I don't want to be the one to cross Rudi.

mary: Glad you do love it... here's the next one.

strangerdanger89: Thanks, I am glad that this is like an anti drug to you. It's mine as well, here's your repeat prescription.

Dee Dee: Nope, he's not going to share is he? Oh well, here ist the next chapter for thee.

Avanell: I will send when I've got time.

Anna: The path of true love never did run smooth.

cateye: Yep, she needs a huge wake up call. Even more so after this chapter.

sbrande: Wicked thing? Yep, been called that before. I love being wicked. Here is the follow up, and no I am not going to Phoenix Rising... I am agoraphobic for one thing, and couldn't afford to go for another.

SmileZ: Yay! I rock! Cool, and thank you for grovelling on your hands and feet.

saricide: Sex doesn't have to entail love. Animals do it after all and they don't actually LOVE to the extent that we do. LV would think of it the way a male animal would.

lazyllama101: Sorry, you'll get more Rudi action I promise. I am sorry that the thought of LV makes you barf, as I said though, think of Ralph Fiennes, or whomever is your sexiest actor, that's what I do.

Possessed

Hermione moaned as Lord Voldemort breathed on her neck and she shivered with almost absolute delight. She moved her head from its position, and then she threw her head back as the Dark Lord sucked on her earlobe. She felt her body react to this semi corpse; she was scared as the desire pooled out of her with sheer unabandon. He felt the warm liquid drip onto his lap and he smirked. He had never failed with seduction. He could seduce any woman he wanted. He had the right voice and the right caress. But he never had the right emotion to keep the woman indefinitely. It was not the weak emotion of love that he so often sneered at, but something else. He must admit that it was slightly different with this young woman. She had power; uncontrollable power that zipped through her body. No wonder she was frustrated. She wasn’t allowed to extend into her full potential. He could easily remedy that situation.

He felt her nipples stiffen against his marble flesh. He smiled at her body’s reaction. No woman could ever resist him. No matter how hard they tried. He ran his hands down her sides and he felt her skin goose pimple underneath his touch. She fluttered her eyes open as one of his hands snaked up her back and caressed the back of her neck. She moaned with pleasure. Her mind was screaming with anxiety. ‘THE DARK LORD YOU IDIOT! THIS IS THE BLOODY DARK LORD. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, GRANGER? PUSH HIM OFF LET HIM KILL YOU! THAT’S MORE DIGNIFIED!’

Hermione’s body agreed with the mind up to the point of his long, nimble fingers lacing themselves expertly in her hair. He smiled lecherously behind her back, and he lowered her on her back massaging her scalp making her head tingle pleasantly and he looked down into her wide brown eyes. Her pupils dilated and they were darkened with pleasure. He smirked down at her innocence. So easily corruptible, this young woman took pleasure in knowledge. Knowledge he could not wait to bestow upon her.

Her arms were around his slim waist and she stroked up his back rather tentatively. He smiled as he regarded her breasts; oh she was too delightful for words. She definitely should have been Bellatrix’s and Rodolphus daughter and not some filthy muggles that didn’t know a thing about magic or understand some of the basics of the Wizarding world. Some muggleborns were wasted with their stupid, idiotic parents who had the intelligence of a two-year-old Wizard as regards magic.

He sat up on his knees and tilted his head to one side and smiled as he lowered his head and flicked his tongue onto her nipple just gently and sweetly. She closed her eyes as he explored her silken breast with his cool tongue. Hermione smiled although she was trying to tell herself that she wasn’t enjoying this. She couldn’t be enjoying his attentions. But he was just too good. He stroked the back of her head before freeing his arm. He lingered over her cheek before he started to tenderly caress her cheek. She leant into his palm and turned her head and printed her lips on his palm. He stroked down her cheek and slid his fingers down her sinewy neck.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. He lowered his whole body onto her and stroked one of his fingers lazily across her bottom lip. She opened it and he placed his serpentine lips onto hers. His tongue slithered inside her mouth as her hands crept up his back her fingers landed at the back of his neck. She arched her hips up.

His tongue rolled inside her mouth with vigour as he ravished her mouth with unadulterated lust coursing through his body. It jolted right down to his tackle and it throbbed with pain as it engorged against her leg. She gasped as she felt it swell against her thighs.

“Master!” she screamed.

“Yes,” he murmured. “What? Did you think I was compensating for something?” he sneered.

Hermione blushed. She was so beautiful. She had the potential. And she was keeping him hanging on… some part of him adored that.

“Truthfully,” Hermione began uncertainly, “well, I thought that you were asexual.”

His red eyes glowed claret wine at this admission. “So, my dearest, you have actually thought about my sexuality.”

“I think about a lot of things,” Hermione confessed. She slipped her hands off his back. She was suddenly self-conscious with him. “I lay in bed at night in the Gryffindor Dorm and lots of things pass through my mind. I can’t go to sleep without a few impossibilities passing through my brain.”

She was so much like he was when he was her age. He smirked down at her. He blinked and she looked up at him quizzically.

“Is this one of those impossibilities that you thought of?” he asked her.

Hermione didn’t answer with words but with a blush. The blush confirmed for him that this sweet little goody two shoes actually laid in her Gryffindor quilts thinking what it would be like with him. He stored that knowledge for when he would meet Potter again. He looked at her flushing body. She was breathing heavily and her breasts rose and fell with each breath. She began to feel embarrassed; it was a good thing that Harry didn’t learn Occlumency or Legilimency. He would have killed her for all the traitorous thoughts she sometimes held in her brain.

Lord Voldemort pushed a quiet Legilimency inside her brain. She felt the gentle nudging inside her head but decided to let him look inside her mind. What was the worst that could happen? She had already betrayed Harry. Harry would never let her near him after she would admit that not only did she confess to finding Snape sexy; but had let Rodolphus Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy have their way with her. To top it all off she couldn’t help but like the way that the Dark Lord had touched her; yes Harry is more likely to murder her than the Dark Lord right this moment.

“My, my,” he murmured as he separated her legs by pushing her thigh gently away from its twin. “We certainly are a naughty little girl, aren’t we?”

He stroked the inner of her thigh and placed his cold palm on her warm vagina, he stroked it gently. Hermione moaned and her legs juddered beneath her with the small gentle orgasms his hand was giving her.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said breathlessly. She was perspiring heavily with the after effect of his hand on her sensitive flesh. He ran his hand up her abdomen until it reached the valley between her breasts. He edged it over slightly as he felt her heartbeat.

“Oh, I think you do, my dearest, you know perfectly well what I mean,” he said silkily as he pushed her down on the mattress and his eyes glinted dangerously. “It seems Severus has not read you right. He was trying so hard to convince me that you hated him, although I see in your mind that you view him as a mateable being. And not only Severus either… why, you seem to have good taste in men.”

Hermione blushed. She was about to reply when he slipped his penis inside her vagina. She screamed as he pushed into her. She panted as her hands were clawing at the blue silk sheets beneath her, scrunching them up in her hands, she was holding onto them so tightly that her knuckles were white with the effort.

“That was – was -!”

“Was incredible?” Lord Voldemort hissed. “Yes, it was rather, wasn’t it?”

He stroked his hands down her sides and snaked them round her bum and clenched her cheeks together. He pushed her up onto him. He grunted as her vagina collided onto his balls. He took his hands off her silky bottom and stroked her hair aside; as he was distracting her he slammed into her again. She screamed. He pushed and pumped into her so fiercely that she was being pushed further onto the bed. She was sweating, and he licked his lips as he watched the sweat trickle down the valley between her breasts. He licked the salty sweat from between her breasts. Hermione wrapped her hands around his shiny smooth bald head and pressed his head to keep him there.

He slithered his member further inside her body, they were one now, and moving as one. He would ensure she would get as much pleasure as her sensuous body would allow. He gripped her hips and pushed her down as hard and as fast as he could. Her sweat was now rubbing onto his still cold body. She was slightly startled at this revelation; she thought that he would at least start becoming warm. He was putting forth a lot of energy into his – possession. He continued to look into her eyes as he continued his careful seduction of her. He grunted as he continued to join their bodies together. She smiled as she felt him pour into her; he hissed her name and she gripped his shoulders and dug her nails into his smooth flesh.

“MASTER!” she exclaimed; scrunching her face up, as he gave her a final mind blowing orgasm by slamming into her so hard, and so fast she was left limp and powerless.

This was his favourite thing. This was why he liked possession so much. No matter how powerful the witch was beneath him she would always end up as powerless as a child.

~*~*~

Rodolphus was not comfortable on his first day without Hermione. She lightened Lestrange Court up and she was nice to hold and smiled at the thought of her next to him. He spent the morning looking at her robes in the wardrobe. He was steered away from the wardrobe by a very concerned Severus. He had never thought that he’d see his old friend like this. He was missing Hermione himself. It was hard for him to comfort his friend when he was in such a state himself. He was imagining all sorts of nasty, degrading things happening to his Hermione.

Severus would still think of Hermione as his, even if he didn’t have her properly. Her eyes brightened up with knowledge that he loved to feed her, and he had a chance at seducing her. He was so sure that Hermione might actually have wanted to kiss him goodbye also, even if it was just a small peck on the cheek.

Severus had managed to get Rodolphus down to the sitting room. This just seemed to weaken him more. Rodolphus sat on the leather couch Hermione sat on the first evening she was there and read the Giaour. He stroked the very spot she sat in. Severus sighed. It was heartbreaking to see Rodolphus so lost in his own world. He went back to his book and suddenly he spoke:

“You love her don’t you?” Rodolphus asked Severus. Rodolphus had no hint of jealousy in his voice and eyes whatsoever.

Severus rolled his eyes and placed his book on his lap. He sat back in his seat casually.

“Truthfully,” Severus said, Rodolphus nodded. “Yes, I do. I love her. In fact,” Severus began to shuffle in his seat. “I’ve convinced our Master that marriage to me would be more punishment to her than killing her would be.”

“WHAT!” Rodolphus exploded.

“Calm down,” Severus sighed. “I convinced him to keep her alive so that I could hide her, and then I was going to tell you where she was so that you could hide with her, whilst I smooth talk the Order into accepting you.”

“You’re still with them?” Rodolphus asked with interest.

“Yes,” Severus said. “I trust that you won’t tell?”

Rodolphus furrowed his brow as he thought about what Severus had said.

“You love her,” he said. Severus hmm’d, in answer. “But you’re prepared to let her stay with me. You’re not going to fight me for her?”

“If I can let one woman I loved to my worst enemy, then the least I can do is let one of my friends be happy after so many years of misery.”

“You’re talking about Lily and that – that, Potter freak aren’t you?”

Severus nodded. Rodolphus looked at his friend. A friend that he considered more as a younger brother than the idiot he was landed with. At least Severus had some amount of style and grace about him.

“You should have been a Gryffindor, you know,” Rodolphus murmured. “You know something I’m beginning to really hate this Mark. I liked it when I was younger but when I saw her, Severus, something happened inside of me. I don’t know how but that Hermione, she gets under your skin doesn’t she?”

“She sure does,” Severus replied.

Rodolphus sighed. “I cannot sit inside here. I have to walk around the grounds.”

He pushed himself off the settee and looked at Severus. Severus picked up his book and looked at the page; he couldn’t concentrate on the page that he was reading. Her face kept floating in front of his page. She was smiling as her eyes were sparkling, and she looked at him grateful that he was the one that made her happy, even though it wasn’t him that would be making her happy for the rest of her life.

~*~*~

Rodolphus strolled the lawn down towards the lake she had tried to commit suicide in two nights ago. He could not believe that she had her life saved just so that she could end up in the devils lair. He shook his head and started skimming pebbles across the water. He was in a mood. He had raging sexuality seeping through to his core and NO ONE to help him relieve it. He could pay Lucius back and drop in on Narcissa, but she didn’t deserve that… he did actually feel sorry for Narcissa, that was why he had slept with her. He wanted her to know that there were men out there with more tender feelings towards women than her husband.

He briefly considered finding Shola Grey but quickly dismissed that thought from his head. It would be a cold day in hell before he went near her. She was an absolute travesty to women. He looked pensively into the reflection of the lake. He went back to a memory of his childhood. It was almost as if some part of him detached itself from his body and he was watching the scene in front of him as if the seven year old Rodolphus was a stranger. He supposed he was.

A vision of his father, Claudius Lestrange, came to his mind. He saw his father bent over the desk fixing his boat up. Seven-year-old Rodolphus walked into the study whilst his mother was in labour over Rabastan.

“Father,” he said.

“Yes, son,” Claudius said rather distractedly.

“What would you do if when I’m older I’d fall in love with a Mudblood?”

Claudius sighed, as he put down the glue. He regarded his son, his blue eyes twinkling with the answer. He steepled his fingers, as he sat back in the creaking chair, he smiled at his son:

“Son,” he said. “I am building a muggle ship. I have a few muggle books in my collection. I even like a muggle band, but I would NEVER want one of my children to go so far as to bring home a muggle slut.”

“I said a muggleborn, dad, you know the sort that can actually do magic,” Rodolphus replied. “I mean, dad, what if she was really pretty, and could do some really good magic, I mean, dad, what if she was one of the best at Hogwarts.”

Claudius pinched the bridge of his nose and screwed up his eyes in concentration. He then he beckoned his son over to him. Rodolphus took a few faltering steps over to his father. He regarded his son for a brief moment.

“All right,” he sighed. “What I am going to say is between the two of us only. If you’re mother finds out about this then I’m dead – and you don’t want that to happen, do you?” Rodolphus shook his head. Claudius placed his hands on his son’s upper arms. “All right, son, marry her. If you love her, marry her. I think that we’re pure enough to let one slide through the net, don’t you?”

Claudius hugged his son and stroked his son’s thick black hair. He put him at arms length after the hug and looked down into his son’s eyes.

“I suppose I should talk about this if the time comes,” Rodolphus said. “I hope that you would understand if I did.”

His thoughts shimmered back to the present and the lake stilled from the rippling of the pebbles being thrown in the lake. He smiled at his reflection.

“It’s happened dad,” he sighed. “I’ve fallen in love with muggleborn. She’s great, charming, witty, and pretty. Look at me, dad, I am fifty years old and have fallen head over heels in love with a nineteen year old. Pretty silly, but she is beautiful, and it’s not like a fifty-year-old muggle with a nineteen year old muggle. She hasn’t laughed about my keeping your boats. She thinks its kind of sweet. She even told me a few interesting facts about some of them, she is a compendium of knowledge. She smiles so prettily. And her laughter is such – her hair is like freshly spun gold and she is just so pretty. Dad, I think that you would like her. Where are you when I need you?”

“Right here,” a voice said from behind him. Rodolphus spun on his heel and standing right there in front of him was his father. He was an old man with dignified silver/grey hair and sparkling mountain spring eyes. He smirked at his son.

~*~*~

Rabastan was enjoying every minute of his brother’s torture. This would pay him back for all those ‘big brother knows best!’ moments. He sat back languidly in the chair in the study. The chair that he was often told not to sit in because he was not the head of the house. He sat with his legs on the table. He was hoping that his brother was going to do some rash, foolish thing and get killed for it. Then she’d be his for certain. The minute that happened Severus would be thrown out because of his obvious feelings for Hermione. He began twirling around with a sail of a boat and tipped his head to one side.

He smirked as a picture came to his head of him dressed up as a pirate. He smiled at the thought of Hermione being tied to the main mast as captured goods from a ship that they had just recently raided. Her breasts heaving in the tightly corseted dress that she would of course be wearing. He swaggered on the decks and walked up to his prize.

He leant in and sniffed in her perfume as the spray from the sea licked onto her skin. He was leering at her and she was fuming, her honey coloured eyes turning amber with the heat of shame and fury. He decided to slap her face with his leather glove. She spat him in the face. Her defiance cute and wonderful, as he paced back and forth he took his sword out of his scabbard as he smartly cut the laces of her corsets and slashed the join at the sleeves of the dress so that it fell off her body.

She looks up at him with such fierceness. She is a wild one after all. She had been severely mistreated on the last ship and she had learnt to fight back. He knelt down on his knees and took his hat off. He gave it to his laughing crew. He nuzzled the top of his head underneath her soft, pliable breasts. He breathed on them, and was about to suckle one of her nipples. They were hardening out of habit. He fluttered his eyes open and noticed his trousers had tented.

The vision went further. He was delighted about that. She could not even fight back or touch. She growled as he bit on her neck and sucked on the bite. Marking her for ownership. She kicked him in the shin. He held his arm over her chest as he pinned her more to the mast. He picked up her legs and started to unbuckle his trousers.

“Sweet,” he said. “Absolutely sweet, my dear, and what exactly is your name?”

He felt his hand wonder down to his groin at the thought of that delicious, writhing body tied up all prepared for him to do with as he would. He smirked at the thought of her begging for mercy from the captain, and he replying that he was the captain. He was almost sunk into pleasure as the vision began to take over him; his eyes began to glaze over as Severus walked into the room.

“Your brothers going to kill you,” Severus said silkily. Rabastan was shocked out of his dream.

“Then don’t tell him,” as the boat smashed onto the floor.

Severus knew how much that boat meant to his friend so he repaired the boat with the foolish wand waving he so despised. He placed the boat on the shelf.

“It’s not the fact that you’re sitting in his chair, or fiddling about with his boat… it’s the thoughts going through your head that he’s going to kill you for.”

Rabastan screwed his face up in anger. “You are such a tell-tale snitch, Snape.”

“Oh, I won’t tell,” Severus said, oozing a smirk from his lips. “But you have to make it worth my while.”

“Oh yeah, how?” Rabastan asked.

~*~*~

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE PAST FORTY YEARS?” Rodolphus shouted. “ALL THESE YEARS I NEEDED YOU DAD, AND NOW YOU TURN UP OUT OF THE BLUE?”

“Listen, son, I’m sorry,” Claudius said. “I just could not stand you’re mother anymore.”

“I WAS LEFT LOOKING AFTER RABASTAN AND MUM, AND I HAD TO MARRY A BITCH OF A WIFE BECAUSE SHE WAS OF THE RIGHT STOCK! AND – AND YOU EXPECT ME TO WELCOME YOU BACK WITH OPEN ARMS!”

“I came back because I was dying, son,” Claudius quietly said. “I wanted to see you and straighten out the past forty years, before I go to hell.”

Rodolphus jutted out his jaw and started kicking at the ground. “So, how have you been for the past forty years?”

“Fine, up until now.”

The cold awkward silence stretched before the two men building up a wall between them. The old man sighed. He shook his head and walked up to his eldest boy and clasped him in his arms.

“Listen,” Rodolphus sighed. “Rabastan was just three when you left. He and I well…”

“I know what the two of you were up to,” Claudius said with a disapproving frown on his face, “joining that maniac. Now, its my turn to ask what you were thinking?”

“I guess I was looking for a father figure as mine ran out on me!” Rodolphus exclaimed vehemently.

“I know,” Claudius sighed. He looked weak and Rodolphus rolled his eyes and walked up to his father whom he once loved. He put his arm about the old man’s shoulders. “Look, for what its worth, I am sorry Rudi. It’s just that I had things to do.”

“Things that took forty years to do?” Rodolphus asked bitingly.

“Sorry,” Claudius said. “And yes it did take forty years. Professor Dumbledore needed help; I had to do what he wanted. He was my Professor too, you know. I heard some young scamp of a Wizard killed him; if I wasn’t so weak I’d throttle the whippersnapper!”

Rodolphus choked slightly. “That whippersnapper happens to be in this house and he’s a very dear friend of mine.”

“And what of this young witch, eh? Will I get to meet her?”

“Actually, father, no. She’s in the clutches of the maniac I joined. And no, dad, I am not too happy about that, okay!”

Claudius walked back up the steps he hadn’t seen for forty years. He leaned into his son and asked:

“What’s her name?”

“Hermione Jane Granger,” Rodolphus replied. “But I am hoping to make her Hermione Jane Lestrange.”

“I always wanted a daughter called that,” Claudius said wistfully. “I hope to meet her.”

I hope she’s alive, Rodolphus thought.

A/N - Well, I don't know about you but that had ME fanning myself and I wrote the bloody thing... okay, so what did you all think of that, huh? Claudius turning up out the blue surprised me rather as well.