The Death Eater's Valentine

CHAPTER SEVEN: Welcome to Dinner







Hermione glanced at her reflection one more time in the mirror. The silver dress fit her like a second skin, it had been charmed to form to the body of the wearer as soon as it was donned and as such it clung to every dip and curve of her lush figure. She was a little self conscious, such form fitting clothing was not something she wore normally wear. But then again, it wasn’t exactly a normal evening. She wore little makeup, she had never figured it out to be honest, and her long, chestnut curls were left hanging loose down her back, not exactly smooth but the frizz controlled somewhat by an oil she had discovered on a recent trip to Diagon Alley.







“Well, this is about as good as it is likely to get.” She said to her reflection. She took a deep breath and walked into her living room. Lying on her table was a small triangular prism, a portkey that had been delivered earlier. She wasn’t particularly fond of that means of travel, but it was difficult to apparate to a place you had only been to once as a child. She just hoped she could land with some amount of dignity.







The clock in the corner began to chime and the little prism began to glow blue. With a deep breath for courage she reached out and picked up the pyramid. She felt the wind whipping at her hair as a swirling vortex opened above her and she was pulled into it. She closed her eyes tight as she was pulled through and deposited rather unceremoniously at her destination.





With a muffled oomph she landed on her bottom in the parlor of Malfoy Manor. Fortunately for her she landed on a sofa, unfortunately it happened to be occupied at the time.







“Good evening, Ms. Granger.” Hermione stared in horror into the black eyes of Severus Snape. She was draped across his lap, one of his long fingered hands clutching her thigh to keep her from sliding off. “My how you have…grown.” A slight smirk lifted one corner of his mouth as he stared down at her.







“I’m so sorry, sir.” Hermione mumbled her face flaming as she slid from his lap to stand in front of him. “I had no idea…”







“Of course you didn’t.” He said, the rich baritone of his voice held just a hint of amusement. He took a sip of the amber liquor in his glass and admired the changes in the young witch. He could see why Lucius was drawn to her. She was lovely, innocent and definitely one of the brightest minds he had ever come in contact with. The question was, did she have the courage and the strength to handle a wizard with Lucius’s tendencies.







“Where is Lucius?” She asked softly, her voice quaking a bit with nerves.







“I’m right behind you, little one.” He said softly, his hands coming to rest one her shoulders. “You look beautiful in the dress, just as I knew you would.”







Hermione turned to look at him, a frown furrowing her brow.

“Did you have to have me dropped into his lap?” She asked. Lucius looked over at Severus who was smiling into his glass.





“I don’t think he minded.” Lucius drawled. Hermione’s face heated when she heard Severus chuckling softly behind them. Lucius leaned forward and kissed her lips lightly. “I’m so glad you could join us for dinner.”







“I didn’t have any other plans.” She replied. “Thank you for the gifts, they are lovely.”







“A lovely woman should have lovely things.” He laughed. “Come; let us escort you to the dining room.” Lucius held out his arm and she slid her hand onto his forearm. As she turned, Severus appeared on her other side and offered her his arm as well.





It was an odd moment for Hermione, being escorted to dinner flanked by Voldemort’s top death eaters. One who was the star of her adolescent fantasies and the other who had given her the most incredible sexual experience of her life? Lucius took his seat at the head of the table after seating her to his right, Severus assuming the place across from her at his left.





The elves brought out the wine and the first course; they ate in relative silence until the second course was served.







“So Lucius tells me you confessed to having a bit of a thing for me in school.” Severus said blandly from across the table. Lucius began to chuckle and Hermione nearly ruined her dress as wine dribbled from her lips. Luckily she had her napkin handy to save the exquisite gown from ruination.







“Um….pardon me?” She asked, looking between the amused Lucius and the rather contemplative Severus.







“I knew of course, you were sending images loud and clear across the classroom. I’m just somewhat surprised you would confess to it, especially to a man whom you were intimately involved with.” Severus said as he placed his knife and fork across his empty plate and reached for his wineglass.







“I….um….wasn’t thinking…” She stammered, never more embarrassed in her life. “Why did you tell him that?” She asked Lucius, glaring at the sadistic wizard who was obviously enjoying the situation.







“I believe she confessed after I asked if she had an interest in the seedier side of our activities with the Death Eaters.” Lucius said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he met her angry gaze. “She told me if she was interested in that she would have gone to see you.”







“Is that so?” Severus asked, amused and slightly intrigued. “And you believe I would have accommodated you, Ms.Granger?”







“I…I don’t k..know.” She said, her eyes locked on her plate.







“Look at me when I speak to you…Hermione.” Severus said softly. She slowly lifted her gaze, humiliation shining in her eyes. “You are embarrassed.”







“Yes, sir.” She answered, her eyes filling with tears.







“Don’t start crying, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, I knew all about your little daydreams, saw every sweet, romantic moment of them very clearly. This information is nothing new. However, given the tender nature of your girlish fantasies I am curious as to why you thought I would be the person to seek out for a darker experience?” He felt a degree of sympathy for the witch; Lucius was humiliating her, though Severus understood that Lucius wanted to break her spirit to some degree so that he could build her back up.







Severus glanced over at the smug wizard and his dark mind began to formulate a little change in their plans





“I don’t know, sir. I suppose you always seemed rather…dominating.” She said quietly as desert was placed before them.







“Well, you would suppose correctly, Ms.Granger.” Severus said, his black eyes meeting hers, a slight smile gracing his lips. “It’s a shame you didn’t seek me out.”







Hermione’s eyes widened as she stared at Severus from across the table, visions began swirling inside her head, images put there by him. She had her lips wrapped around her fork, but in her head they were wrapped around something else, something rather large and thick. Long fingered hands were tangled in her hair, forcefully guiding her through the motions as she was forced to pleasure her potions professor. She pulled her fork from between her lips and nearly dropped it onto her plate.







“Oh dear gods.” She said softly. Severus withdrew from her mind, a soft smile on his thin lips as he focused on his desert.







“Finish your desert, little one. The evening is just beginning and you will need your strength.” Lucius said. Her head snapped towards him and he could see a combination of fear and excitement shining in her eyes as she considered the possibilities for the night ahead. Just what plans did the deatheaters have for her?







After dinner they found themselves in the parlor partaking of an after dinner drink. Severus looked down at the nervous witch who was bouncing her leg at record speed.





“Hermione…are you curious to learn how the Dark Lord punished those he favored?” Severus asked.







“Why would he punish someone he favored?” She asked, her natural curiosity once again overriding her common sense. She should have learned her lesson with Lucius.







“Some wizards find reward in certain punishments. The Dark Lord could be very generous when he was pleased with your behavior.” Severus set his empty glass onto the end table and sat beside the little witch.





Lucius watched them from where he leaned against the mantle of the large fireplace. He could see Hermione shudder as Severus shoved her hair from her shoulder and leaned in to whisper into her ear. Hermione turned her head to look at him, then nodded and excused herself to the restroom.





“What was that all about?” Lucius asked, watching the little witch leave the room.







“Just a few instructions.” Severus said, a sinister smile spreading across his lips. “You want your witch trained? I am happy to comply. Come along, Lucius.” Severus grabbed Lucius by his wrist and they disapparated from the parlor, finding themselves locked in the Manor dungeons.







“What in the bloody hell do you think you are doing?” Lucius asked, staring around him at the damp, dank cell.





“You humiliated that poor girl, Lucius, she was nearly in tears. You are far too arrogant for your own good and you need to be taken down a notch or two. Accio cane!” Lucius’s cane as ripped from his fingers and sailed into Severus’s waiting hands. “And I am just the wizard to teach the little witch how to do it.”





“Severus….damn you!” Lucius suddenly found himself completely naked, his arms outspread and shackled to the ceiling, his ankles locked to the floor shoulder width apart.







“Now, if you will excuse me, I’ll just go retrieve my pupil.” Severus said, laughing softly.







“You better not touch her.” Lucius growled. “I didn’t bring you here for this, just to get her riled up a bit.”







“You are in no position to make demands, Lucius. I’ll do what I want and there isn’t a damned thing you can do about it.” Severus smiled before popping out of sight.







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And so the night begins………..