Unjust Peace

A/N Yesss, this chappy was beta-ed by two mega-monsters, who, no doubt, had fun behind my back while editing this masterpiece.

Nerys and Serpent in Red combined their efforts to make it readable. Sooo, be grateful and send them cookies :)


P.S I am getting brain-dead after all the i and b that have to be added, so Nerys did that for this chapter. Thank you, darling!

I have a very perverted sense of humor. Aaand I love adding humor to stories, so....Here you go.

Chapter 7
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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."

Hermione Granger moaned a strangled "bastard" when Lord Voldemort provided her with the correct answer to her riddle. She tried to grasp the idea of how he had solved the riddle, but she was distracted immensely by said Dark Lord, who kept impaling her with his very large tool at a constant and incredibly fast pace.

Hermione's mouth opened, but before the scream made it out, soft lips captured it into a brutal kiss.
An aggressive and very determined tongue took full control of her mouth while strong hands pulled Hermione's body towards him, so that her nude and extremely aroused nipples were now in full contact with a cold, well-built chest.

Lord Voldemort felt as if his dick was on fire. He had been having extremely satisfying and rough sex with his Mudblood for at least several hours nonstop, but still, he wanted more and more.

He didn't know what he would do with those fucking Muggles for persuading him to drug himself—either Crucio them until all their drugged shit leaked out of their dirty mouths, or to actually thank them. Since no matter how drugged he was, Lord Voldemort would not thank anyone, especially Muggles, he would Crucio them anyway. Later.

At this moment, he just wanted to concentrate on his Mudblood, and he wanted his Mudblood even more as she started biting his ear, drawing blood while trying to deepen the penetration.

Horny bitch, Voldemort thought happily and pulled away from her.

Her scream of anger and frustration was silenced, as he turned her over, placing her on all fours and thus giving him a perfect view of her wonderful womanhood.

Dammit, now he wanted to taste her.

Hermione was on all fours waiting for the brutal penetration with excitement. However, a loud shriek erupted from her mouth as she felt a soft and extremely hot mouth on her nether lips, sucking and licking her as if she were some sort of a dessert.

Mudblood or not, Salazar, she's perfect, the Dark Lord thought while lapping up her flowing nectar and fucking her with his tongue. His right hand, coated with her juices, was already stretching her anus.

With a hot tongue on her pussy and three fingers in her ass, Hermione thought she was going to die right there. She had never felt anything like that and by the looks of it, "that" was far from ending.

Finally finding the willpower to drag his mouth from her sweet essence, Lord Voldemort grabbed Hermione's hair and pulled her head up, so that his wet lips met her dried ones in a brutal kiss while he penetrated her ass with one strong and swift move.

Hermione felt the pain, but other feelings, such as joy, ecstasy, arousal, and excitement, overwhelmed the pain, and soon, Hermione felt herself ramming back, impaling herself even further onto his cock that was moving in and out of her.

Dear Merlin, what am I doing?

Hermione's rational part of mind was still present, but its voice was hardly audible; it was not even close to being released from the drugged one. At the moment, she could only focus on the unprecedented joy she felt, being thoroughly ravished by the Dark Lord.

She was in heaven.

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Narcissa Malfoy was having her "high-class, pure-blood" gathering, where the most noble and rich pure-blood wives gathered to gossip and show off in front of each other. Her husband was missing, which was odd, since Lucius always came around this time of the evening. Her wonderful son was in the left wing of the Malfoy Manor, where he spent time learning the more difficult Dark Arts spells.

Among the chatter and laughter, Narcissa thought that she had heard some noise upstairs, where Lucius and her rooms were located. Hoping that it was not a moronic elf that dropped something precious, Narcissa decided to check herself.

Upon entering her bedroom, the wife of Lucius Malfoy stopped in mid-tracks: There, in the middle of the glorious room was her dear husband, who was roaming through her jewelry box. From time to time, he would throw her precious jewelry behind his shoulder, letting them crash into the mirror. Just when Narcissa opened her mouth to ask what the hell he was doing, Lucius turned around and Narcissa nearly fainted.

Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, the Minister of Magic of Great Britain, the noblest pure-blood patriarch and Dark Lord's right-hand man, was standing in their bedroom dressed in his Minister of Magic dark navy cloak with at least twenty heavy chains around his neck.

With horror, Narcissa saw her and Draco's Malfoy crests amongst all the chains that held the name of Malfoy hanging in front of the robes. Lucius's beautiful hair was not tied by a black ribbon as usual. Instead, it was held in place by a flower-shaped diamond clasp—her diamond clasp.

That, however, was not the most horrifying sight. The most horrifying sight, were the crazy and frantic orbs with huge pupils instead of Lucius's usually cool and calculating grey eyes.

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Bellatrix Lestrange Apparated to Malfoy Manor just in time to witness her sister's husband jumping down the stairs with all the heavy chains around his neck and making bling-bling sounds. Her sister appeared shortly, running after him and screaming his name.

"Lucius, stop!" Narcissa screamed at her jumping-on-the-stairs husband when she saw her sister Apparate into the hall.

The one glimmer of hope Narcissa had died when she saw her insane sister with the same huge eyes as her husband. Bellatrix then plopped down and sat on the marble floor, talking to an old house-elf with a smile on her crazed face.

What the hell happened? was Narcissa's only question as both her husband and sister Apparated away while giggling and holding hands.

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Panic and fear gripped the Malfoy's wife's heart when she entered Azkaban, now known as the Great Slytherin Manor.

Even though Narcissa had never been an active Death Eater, she had always supported her husband and was always loyal to the pure-blood ways. The back-up she had called for, when she had no idea what to do with her apparently out-of-control husband and sister, was standing next to her with the same expression of disbelief and anguish.

When the usually stoic and cold Mrs. Malfoy told Rodolphus about Lucius and Bella behaving weirdly, looking wild and frantic and bordering on hysterics, Rodolphus decided to go to the Dark Lord for help.

It was one thing for his crazy wife to behave abnormally. It was a common thing, so nothing new there. It was a completely different thing for Lucius Malfoy to behave the same way. Something had happened to them, and both Narcissa and Rodolphus knew that they had to go to see the Dark Lord for help and advice.

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"I hate you, you monster," Hermione Granger shrieked while riding the Dark Lord on the luxurious bed in his room. A couple of minutes—or maybe hours, as Hermione lost count to the time—had passed since they had relocated to his room. The table, the chair and the wall were already "tried" by their glued together bodies, so now it was time for the bed.

"Shut up, Mudblood, and fuck," Voldemort groaned through gritted teeth before adding sarcastically, "since I got the answer correctly and I voiced it."

"You were late ... plus ... I know ... you cheated." She was speeding up, and it was hard to talk while being impaled on his large cock.

"Oh, really? And what made you think that?"

Dammit! When will the Mudblood shut up and let him enjoy their life-time lasting sex?

"Because you're a cheating—" she bit him on his lips "—lying—" bit again, "—scheming—" another bite now on his neck "—Slytherin—" a bite followed that drew blood, and Voldemort moaned, "—bastard."

Hermione finished the sentence just when they both reached their climax.

"It doesn't change a thing, Mudblood," the Dark Lord replied while turning them over so that he was now hovering over Hermione's naked and sweaty body.

"It does. You cheated, and you were late with the answer. And you fucked me," Hermione answered while focusing her still dilated pupils on Voldemort's angry red, bleeding lips.

"And?" Voldemort raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her while sucking her erected nipple.

"And you'll fulfill your promise. You'll bury Harry as we had agreed before," Hermione half-moaned. That bastard was doing something unbelievable to her body. No, it was because of the drugs, Hermione reminded herself.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"I'll let you fuck me again," Hermione tried to negotiate while Voldemort swiftly moved to the second nipple.

"I will anyway," he smirked smugly while entering Hermione in one swift move.

"I mean later as well."

Hermione thought she should—and probably, she would—burn in hell for offering that to the monster that destroyed their world because of his world dominance complex, but she would do anything to give Harry his eternal rest.

She would damn herself to be Voldemort's whore; she would damn her own soul in the afterlife. She would do anything for him, even if he was already dead.

Lord Voldemort captured Hermione's bruised lips in another dominating kiss while pushing her body into a sitting position. His hands held onto her brutally and steadily.

He really enjoyed the Mudlood, and he knew that it was not because of the drugs; he had had his fair share of women before, and he knew very well the capability one possessed.

And dear Salazar, this Mudblood could give the best whores a run for their money. She was meant for sex.

Looking into Hermione's eyes, Voldemort kissed her sweetly on the lips and purred, "Deal."

A swirl of magic and Hermione found herself bound by oath to Voldemort.

Her still drugged mind registered that she had officially proclaimed herself the Dark Lord's whore for as long as he wished.

What have I done, Hermione thought before screaming in anger and ecstasy.

What have I done, Voldemort thought, understanding that he could have had her anyway without losing his toy number two.

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Lucius was walking back and forth, back and forth, impatiently waiting for Bellatrix who was late. For a second. Malfoy wanted to go and check on his Lord, but then when he had tried earlier, he couldn't find Lord Voldemort anywhere. And now he didn't have the time, since he and Bellatrix had important things to do.

What is taking her so long, Lucius thought annoyed. Can't she even cook?'

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Belladonna, some smashed potato roots, apples, fried frogs and other disturbing components were laying on the table in front of Bellatrix, who was busy stirring several boiling cauldrons and placing some dirty bowls onto a silver trolley that she had stolen from the house-elves.

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Narcissa and Rodolphus had already been to the main hall, and then, they had checked the first and second floors of Azkaban, where they found two soulless bodies with weird smiles on their faces. No Death Eaters were seen anywhere, and Narcissa and Rodolphus started to panic.

Just when they moved to the fifth floor they heard a weird sound which was coming closer and closer, approaching them with its "trrr, trrr, trrr" noise. Narcissa frowned while Rodolphus pulled out his wand from his sleeve. The sound came closer and closer, and soon, it was joined by two very familiar voices.

Quickly glancing at each other, they ran towards the end of the hallway where the sounds were coming from.

The only thing that stopped Narcissa from falling onto the floor was the hand holding onto her securely. However, said secure hand turned unsteady as well when Mr. Lestrange and Mrs. Malfoy were greeted by the sight of their spouses near the prison cells.

Bella was quickly pushing a trolley with several fuming cauldrons on top of it forward while Lucius walked next to her and opened the door to the cell. They had mutually agreed to feed the prisoners while educating them about the ruling regime in detail.

Once they entered the cell, Bella poured the indescribably liquid into bowls while Lucius did a speech about how the Ministry functioned.

Not only was it clear to Narcissa and Rodolphus that their spouses were under the influence of an unknown spell or potion, but also to the scared prisoners. They kept staring at the giggling Bellatrix Lestrange, who kept offering them her pure-blood dish, and Lucius Malfoy, whose every movement was accompanied by heavy bling-bling sounds, coming from the gold and silver chains around his neck.

For the first time in their existences, Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Lestrange and all the prisoners who were being visited by the "Duo" prayed for the Dark Lord to show up and clear the mess.

And in the days to come, Rodolphus would forever regret his hastily made decision to activate his Dark Mark and call for the Dark Lord.

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Voldemort and Hermione were having passionate sex while somehow managing to insult each other when the Dark Lord felt Rodolphus's call through the Dark Mark.

Deciding it must be something very important, since Rodolphus Lestrange did not call his Lord that often and for no reason, Voldemort Apparated to the location of the call.

Completely forgetting to take Hermione off his cock and getting dressed.

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Lucius stopped mid-speech about the supreme regime; Bella poured the disgusting liquid a.k.a. pure-blood dish on her legs instead of the bowl; prisoners thought that they somehow ended up in another dimension; Narcissa finally found her spot on the ground; and Rodolphus dropped his wand near the unconscious Mrs. Malfoy when a completely naked Lord Voldemort Apparated into the hallway with Hermione Granger attached to his cock.

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No matter how stoned the Dark Lord was, he knew they had company. And even though he was the Dark Lord and could walk around with a naked ass as long as he wished and wherever he wanted, he did not want to stay naked with the Mudblood still on his cock in front of his Death Eaters and numerous witnesses.

Quickly putting Granger on the ground, Voldemort conjured robes for himself and a blanket for the Mudblood, who was staring at Bella with a gaze full of fury.

Bella, in return, kept staring at the Mudblood as if she had never seen her before. Lucius was speechless, and Rodolphus understood the depth of his mistake when he took a look at his Lord and Potter's Mudblood's state. It was obvious to him that Bella, Lucius, the Dark Lord, and Granger were all affected by the same spell or potion, but he had no idea what to do.

Hermione Granger, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do when she saw Bellatrix Lestrange standing nearby.

Quickly getting up from the ground, Hermione snatched Voldemort's wand away, and with all the hate and anger she had inside of her, she pointed it at the still form of Bellatrix, who was now staring at her Master with huge eyes filled with hurt.

"You bitch!" Hermione screamed, recalling this was the woman who had killed Ron.

Before Rodolphus could stop her, she already had Bellatrix under the Cruciatus Curse, coming from the Dark Lord's wand.

Astonished, Rodolphus tried to stop the Mudblood by knocking her down, Muggle-style, since his own wand had rolled away somewhere. But that didn't seem to do the trick at all, for Hermione continued cursing Bellatrix even as she was lying on the floor.

So, his head swivelled around to find his wand. Seeing it lying in the distance, he wanted to walk over there, when a familiar, commanding hand halted him, long fingers gripping around his wrist. Looking up to the face of the owner, Rodolphus wished he had also taken what they all seemed to have consumed, since Lord Voldemort was enjoying the show of the Mudblood torturing Bellatrix very much.

"Fun, isn't it?" an amused Lord Voldemort asked, shocking Lestrange even more by merrily advising Hermione to change the angle of his wand in order for more pain to be inflicted.

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Lucius could not remember how or when he had fallen asleep. He could, however, remember his wife dragging him home and using a body-bind curse to put him to bed. The enormous headache and the shitty feeling in his stomach were not helping his cause of waking up.

When his brain fully woke up, Lucius Malfoy jumped from his bed and looked in the mirror. All the events of the last day-and-a-half returned in full force, and for the first time in his life, Lucius Malfoy was afraid to face the day.

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Her body hurt like hell; all her limbs were aching; plus, the headache and the nauseous feeling in her stomach were the first things she noticed when her husband woke her up.

She didn't remember how she ended up in bed. But when she remembered what had happened before the blackout, Bellatrix Lestrange wanted to eat her own head and roast herself on the nearest fire.

Dear Lord, she thought as she remembered: the smiling stairs, the trolley, the bowls of her food, and then, that nightmarish scene with her Lord and the Mudblood.

Bellatrix Lestrange was really too disturbed to get up and deal with the consequences of what had happened.

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His left arm was dead or ... he had lost it. That was what Voldemort thought when he tried to wiggle his fingers.

Nothing.

Opening his red eyes, Lord Voldemort was greeted by a tremendous headache, an equally large shitty mood, and a certain Mudblood, who was lying on his presumed dead left hand. Naked.

And then, it all came back.

No, no, no, the Dark Lord thought when he remembered every detail of the last day-and-a-half. He couldn't have done that.

Dear Merlin, why hadn't he killed all the Muggles before?

Then, he wouldn't have eaten that shit those two junkies had provided him with. Then, he wouldn't be remembering his at-least-fourteen-hours-long sex. Although, judging by his insanely itching and hurting flame-red cock, it could have been longer as well. And he'd done all that with Potter's Mudblood! He had kissed, sucked, and—dear Salazar—licked the little shite to heaven, hell, and beyond.

Speaking of Potter, Voldemort felt an immense urge to strangle the Mudblood, who was sleeping next to him. But the little wench numbed his arm by placing her filthy body on top of his holy appendage, so it had to wait. He couldn't believe he'd made a vow to bury that four-eyed freak. His eyes started to twitch. They all were going to pay.

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Snuggling closer to the warm body next to her, she slowly opened her eyes just in time to meet an angry stare from red eyes with slit pupils. Lord Voldemort was glaring at her as if he was ready to cast a "nice" round of Crucio on her.

What the hell, Hermione thought and then suddenly, smacked the Dark Lord across his face with a banshee-award-winning scream. She could remember it all. All of it. There was hell to pay.

"You drugged me, you sick fuck!" Hermione roared, while trying to hit Voldemort again.

However, this time she was slapped back by the Dark Lord, who resembled a fire-breathing dragon right about now.

"Shut your trap, Mudblood, or it will be the last thing you'll ever say."

Voldemort hadn't been in such a shitty mood for…ever.

"You shut your trap, moron," Hermione snapped back.

She hadn't been that annoyed, angry, and furiously depressive for…ever.

A small house-elf, that quietly popped into the room at the time he was always demanded to, saw his Master roar and slap the girl who was lying with him on his bed.

When the said girl used her fist to make her statement better understood and hit his Master straight into his face in return, Popple, the house-elf decided it was better not to interrupt. And as quietly as he came, he disappeared.

A-N2... To be continued....hihihi..face-palm