Filthy Little Mudblood

The early morning sun came shining through her window and down upon her face, highlighting her radiance as he watched her from the shadows of the door. Her sleep had been fitful for the last hour, but now she was calm and peaceful; calm in a world where fear and chaos will soon rule. Little mewling sounds fell from her lips every so often and he suddenly began wondering who she was dreaming of. An unknown feeling overwhelmed him and he walked slowly over to her bed, gently stroking her hair out of her face as he gazed upon her beauty.

‘Such a waste of a witch,’ he thought to himself. ‘If only her blood were pure, she would be the elite.’

Slowly, his fingers traced up her naked calf and the length of her thigh. He reveled in the soft moans that fell from her lips as his fingers stroked her slightly wet folds. Gently trailing his fingers up her smooth, flat stomach, he lingered over her tightening buds. Rubbing and pinching her nipples between his fingers as she unconsciously arched her back and moaned louder.

He waved his hand in front of his face and transformed into the man she wanted, the man she not only willingly laid with, but seemed to want as much as he wanted her. He carefully climbed over her, spreading her legs with his knees as he lowered his mouth to claim her nipple between her teeth.

Her breath stopped, then hissed between her teeth as awareness overtook her and the sleepy haze wore off. Her hands went to his hair as he continued his gentle ministrations over her body. She knew he wouldn’t stay gentle, that as soon as the desire overwhelmed him, he’d take her roughly just like the night before. Calling to her darkness and allowing it to wash over her, she felt the need to have him overpower her, wash over her in waves of desire as she moaned and called his name softly.

Entering her in one hard, quick thrust, he settled himself as deeply as possible inside her tight center. His hands continued to roam her body like a man starved of attention as he thrust his cock inside her over and over. When he claimed her lips, she claimed his very being and he knew he was lost. Thrust harder and harder inside her, he began pinching her nipples and biting them harder and harder. He moved to her neck and suckled roughly as he cupped her ass and brought her body upwards, allowing her to meet each of his thrusts with as much abandon as he was giving her.

Their bodies meshed as one, a slick sheen of sweat covering them both as they tried to fight their release, tried to make the heated passion, the crackling of the air, the building explosion last as long as they could. Groaning deep in his throat, Tom pinched her clit roughly and watched in growing awe as she came undone beneath him. Her convulsing muscles sent him over the edge and he thrust into her harder before allowing his own release and coming deep inside her. He snapped his fingers and they both disappeared.

Hermione was startled by the sensation at first. Her body had just exploded around her and as she was coming down, she felt it being squeezed and knew he had apparate them away from the room. When she opened her eyes, she realized they were now laying on his bed and he was still gloriously naked on top of her. Waking up with him overtop of her like that was a startling discovery, but she’d be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t thrilled. He slowly rolled off of her, but this time, he didn’t act as though she should leave right away. Why would he when he could have just left her room when he finished? Slowly she began to refocus and turned her body to look at him.

“Ah, tim molisje, are you finally with me?”

She looked at him with confusion before asking, “what does that mean?”

“Be thankful I’m not calling you a mudblood,” he snapped.

“I suppose I am. Of course, you could be calling me worse and I’d never know,” she replied cheekily and he quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Severus was right, you really are infuriating.”

“He was only mad because I have the potential to be smarter than him.”

“You better watch yourself, I believe you’re very close to crossing the line,” he said seriously, and she understood what he meant. Severus was not her friend, but a Death Eater, a highly ranked Death Eater, and she needed to be cautious of what she said and how she said it.

“Of course, milord, forgive me.”

“There is no need for forgiveness, tim moisje, if you say what I don’t like, I will simply curse you.”

A chuckle erupted from her before she could stop it and he glared at her. “Are you laughing at me, witch?” he snarled.

“No, milord, I swear,” she answered, trying to calm his anger quickly. “It’s just that you really do have that much power and I find it astounding. With a flick of your wand you can do anything, how does that make you feel?”

He assessed her momentarily before responding, “powerful.”

“Having you always wanted to be powerful?”

“Yes. Power garners respect and fear. Before this war is over, every living being with respect and fear me.”

“There are other ways to earn respect as well, why not choose that path?”

“You really have some nerve, don’t you?” he asked without menace. “The answer is simple, I’m evil. If I was, Salazar forbid, a Gryffindor, then perhaps I would care about such things as earning respect. However, I am a Slytherin down to my very blood and all I care about is power. My followers are loyal to me because of my power and together we will all reap the rewards.”

“Well,” she started carefully, wondering just how much of a conversation they could have on the issue before he hexed her horribly, “my Gryffindor belonging believes that the cost will be too great for the rewards you plan on reaping, milord. Perhaps that’s why…”

“That,” he interrupted pointedly, “is why I am Lord Voldemort and you are nothing, but a filthy little mudblood whore.”

She knew immediately that he only said that to shut her up, to hurt her in such as way that she’d no longer continue. However, she also knew that they future of the wizarding world could rely on this conversation, or perhaps more to come, so she decided to shock him.

“You are correct, milord,” she said respectfully before rolling her body on top of his and pinning him to the bed. She registered first the shock and then the anger that flitted through his scarlet eyes, but bravely said, “and that is why, milord, I shall reward you.”

He went completely still beneath her as she lowered her mouth to his and began kissing him hungrily. He kissed her back with abandon, relishing the new feeling of having someone want him like this, while battling with the concern of giving up control to this little slip of a girl straddling him. When he tried to roll her on her back, she broke away from the kiss and winked at him.

Slowly, she began trailing kisses down his neck and along his shoulders, before laving his nipples with her tongue. Her own hands roamed his body and he found himself shivering beneath her when she bit down on his hardened nub. She never drew blood, but the painful pleasure sent his body reeling. As she worked her way down, worshiping his body with her mouth, he decided to allow her this time, just like Lucius had allowed her control. The feel of her hair trailing down his stomach as she stopped at his swollen member raised the bumps on his flesh and he curled his fingers in her hair when she licked the wetness from his cock.

Hermione couldn’t believe he was giving her this control over him. She felt powerful and she loved the feeling. Knowing that he was only a mortal man when it came to sex emboldened her and she continued licking up and down his unbelievably large shaft, eliciting more moans from the evil wizard. When she took his balls in her mouth, he groaned loudly and arched up into her as she pulled them further inside her mouth and licked them roughly. As suddenly as she started, she stopped and began working her way back up her body. She could tell he wasn’t happy with her for not finishing, but she wanted to know exactly how much control he was willing to give her. As her lips met his and she kissed him deeply, she impaled herself on his thick cock.

He broke the kiss immediately and yelled, “YESSS! OH FUCK!” as she rode him harder and harder.

She sat up straight upon him, taking him as far into her as she could and arching her back as moans of pain and pleasure slipped through her lips. It was wrong, it was treason of the worst kind, but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t stop wanting this man any more than she could stop the sun from rising and she rode him for all she was worth. When his hands moved from her hips to her breasts, cupping them roughly as he thrust back into her, she felt the heat and intensity burning inside of her. The air crackled wildly around them and she felt the explosion from within herself. Throwing her head back, she screamed his name as her orgasm overtook her and he grabbed her hips, thrusting himself inside her harder until he came with her, calling her his new pet name louder and louder until his head fell back down on the pillows with his release. The bruises would be there later she knew, but for right now, as she collapsed on top of her enemy, she simply didn’t care.

Knowing he hated the contact, she tried to roll off of him, only to realize that his arms were wrapped around her tightly and his breathing was still ragged. She inhaled his musky scent and took pleasure in the rare embrace. Then she heard the screeching, psychotic sounds from the woman at the doorway.

“M…master,” came the voice, in a supposed state of calmness, but there was nothing ever calm about this woman and Hermione cringed as she drew closer to Tom.

“What is it, Bella?” he murmured, before pushing Hermione off of him and standing up by the bed.

As his robes flew onto his body, Hermione noticed that he had resumed his ‘Lord Voldemort’ appearance, but kept herself from feeling repulsed. It was then that she understood what she had truly gotten herself into.

“Forgive me, Master, but the mudblood? Surely we can…”

“Crucio,” he hissed and Bellatrix Lestrange fell to the floor, withering in pain for only moments before he allowed her to kneel in front of him. Hermione watched with shock, sheet clutched to her chest, as he tortured one of his most loyal servants.

“Never question what I do again, Bella. I will assume your lapse in judgment was due to shock, but never let it happen again.”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered.

“Now rise, and state your reasons for coming into my private quarters.”

“They have returned, Master, from their mission.”

“They are early. Did everything go as expected?” he asked with slight malice.

“It was a success, Master,” she answered gleefully.

“Good. Then tell them all to be at the meeting this evening, I do not wish to be bothered until then,” he said forcefully.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

Bella turned to leave, but not before glaring evilly at Hermione, who kept her head low and silently wished death upon the psychotic bitch who reeked of sickening jealousy.

“Elf! Breakfast!” he said and only moments later a try laden with fruits and pastries appeared on the bed beside Hermione.

Knowing this wasn’t the person to lecture on house-elf rights, Hermione only glanced at the tray until she heard the growling of Tom’s stomach and he lowered himself on the bed beside her.

“She is gone now, tim molisje, you are allowed to…be yourself,” he said quietly.

Looking up at his now beautiful face, she asked cautiously, “will my being here cause any, um, problems, milord?”

“Are you forgetting to whom it is you are speaking to?” he asked coldly.

“Not at all, milord, I just don’t want there to be an issue for you to take care of later, that’s all.”

“I see. Bella is a very jealous woman,” he said quietly. “Even though she’s a married woman, she’s the only female I’ve allowed to become a Death Eater and she has proven herself worth time and time again. She is not a whimpering little chit and can take her punishments as well as her rewards. However, I believe finding me here with a mudblood that belongs to her brother-in-law was a bit shocking.”

Tom moved the tray from the bed and lay beside Hermione once again. Taking the initiative, she lay her hands on his chest and propped her chin on them. “Will you tell me about the Chamber of Secrets?”

“I would have thought Potter would have told you all about that when he killed my basilisk.”

“He did, from the prospective of a 12 year old. I would prefer hearing it from you, milord, from the prospective of intelligence.”

Tom began telling her about the Chamber, how he found out about it and released the basilisk within the castle. Many parts angered Hermione, but she kept her face impassive as she listened. It was obvious in the way he told the story that he felt he only truly belonged at Hogwarts, that that was his only real home. She could also tell his need for power seemed to stem from a great desire to belong. He was given to muggles as a child and never felt he belonged there. It was only when Dumbledore took him his letter that he knew where he belonged, where his home was. He began soaking up all the information he could get his hands on, much like Hermione herself, and quickly shot to the top of his class. It was when he learned of his true heritage that the hunger for power replaced his hunger for acceptance. He took his lineage seriously and began searching for the Chamber of Secrets.

“You left another monster behind as well,” she added, trying to hide her true feelings and let the darkness show her nonchalance.

“What are you referring to?”

“The girl the basilisk killed, she’s called Moaning Myrtle now and she’s a true horror.”

“Mmm, stupid ghosts.”

“Yes, I would prefer to pass on than to stay as a ghost as well,” she commented.

“Pass on? The idea is to not die in the first place. To become so truly powerful that you’re immortal!” he said passionately.

“And you’ve accomplished such a feat. It really amazes me that you have that much power. It’s also a bit frightening how alike…” she broke off, afraid that what she almost let slip would surely get her punished.

“How alike what?” he asked sternly.

“How alike you and Harry are, milord. I don’t mean that as an insult,” she said quickly as she noticed his anger growing, “but there are many similarities between the two of you.”

He lay in thought for a moment, suddenly realizing that as he’d been telling his story, a story that no one else had ever asked him about even though it wouldn’t hurt for them to know, he had been twirling her hair through his fingers. He let his hand drop to the bed and answered cautiously, “yes, I suppose there are. However, there are many differences between us as well, and that is what will matter in the end.”

“You’re right, and you’re more powerful by far.”

“Yes, I am. He’ll lose everything before I’m finished with him and then he’ll lose his life. And you, tim molisje, will have to deal with that. Deal with losing those that you held such high regard for. Do you think you can do that?”

“I’m locked up in this place, milord, with no knowledge of what goes on outside.”

“I see. Come, there’s something I want to show you.”

Tom got up and allowed the robes to cover him, before another set covered Hermione and he walked to the door. He wanted to show her what happened to those that crossed him, if only to remind her to never do the same. He allowed her a certain amount of leniency when they were alone, because he knew there was nothing she could do about it. There was no one she could go tell his secrets to as the only other people she was allowed to talk to were his two most trusted followers. He had also come to like her intelligence in the last several hours and found himself enjoying their conversations. Slowly, he opened another door and led her in.

The room was dark inside, but several candles offered enough light to see. A messy bed was on the far end of the lavish room and several books were stacked neatly on the tables. Another door on the other side of the room was closed, but Hermione could only assume, as this room so resembled her own, that the room was a bathroom. She heard the whimpering of a young girl on the couch and Tom led her over to it. Staring down at the girl, Hermione gasped in shock and called the darkness to her even stronger before her tears could take over and give her away. She could not let Tom know that seeing Ginny Weasley in this state was effecting her this way. She knew he had taken her and was sure he had tortured and raped her, but the girl was weak, as she’d always been, and there wasn’t much more she could survive through.

“My gods, Ginny,” she gasped with her hand over her mouth.

“Pathetic specimen really,” Tom said silkily, his voice quickly flowing through Hermione and making her shiver with excitement as the darkness took over. “This, tim molisje, is the biggest difference between Potter and myself. If I were to ever choose one witch, it would not be a sniveling little blood traitor that couldn’t handle herself for more than two minutes. She was broken before I barely laid a hand on her, but not before I felt the despair coming from Potter’s brain.”

“Hermione?” the girl said weakly. “Thank gods, Hermione, please save me.” Her glazed eyes darted around, but she continued to look lost as she glanced quickly at Hermione and Tom. “Who’s he?” she asked shakily.

Hermione walked over to Ginny, as Tom watched her closely, and looked down on her tear streaked face as their eyes locked. “What will you do with the blood traitor now, milord?” she asked coldly.

“You traitor!” Ginny suddenly shouted as she sat up on the couch. “You little bitch! How could you do this? That’s You-Know-Who, isn’t it? My gods, you’re a slutty little whore, just like I always knew you were…”

SMACK!

Hermione quickly slapped Ginny hard across the face. She couldn’t tell if the reaction was due to the darkness within her or an effort to shut her up before she said too much and got herself tortured more.

“Never speak to me again,” she snarled coldly.

“Very good, tim molisje, very good indeed,” Tom whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her to him. “Let us dine on lunch shall we? We did, after all, miss most of breakfast as we dine on each other instead.”

As he was leading her back to the door, Hermione heard Ginny’s accusations of ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ ring through the room. Before the door closed, she heard Ginny ask weakly, ‘what if Harry knew, this would kill him.’

When they sat back down on the bed with a new tray of food between them, Hermione asked quietly, “have you shown Harry what we do?”

“Of course,” he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I don’t believe he knows it’s you though as he’s been very turned on by it. He hates himself for it, but he wanted to be me last night and this morning. I could feel his desire.”

“Is Bella in love with you?” Hermione asked, wondering about the dynamics of their relationship and trying desperately to forget what she had just heard.

“Love? Love is a fool’s emotion,” he replied heatedly as he picked up a strawberry and brought it to her lips.

The gesture shocked her beyond belief, but she quickly opened her mouth and began chewing the fruit. He took the other half and rubbed it gently down her neck and along her breasts before following along with his tongue, licking her body as though he were eating her for breakfast. They both stopped as they heard a door open again and Tom began swearing as his robes once again flew on his body and he snapped his fingers, sending Hermione back to her room once more.

Grateful that she missed his wrath and knowing that whoever interrupted this time was sure to be tortured heavily, she made her way to the bathroom and began soaking in the very large tub. Tom had been easier with her today, although his thrusts were still brutal due to his size, but she could feel the ache inside her and knew that if he’d wanted to take her again, she would have been in agony. A vial of blue liquid appeared in front of her and with silent thanks to Severus’ keen insight, she greedily gulped the potion and allowed the healing to take place. She knew she could heal herself with the spells she had learned, but there was something different, something touching, about having someone willing to help her, to take care of her, and she wasn’t going to turn down his efforts.

After several long moments, she slowly stood from the tub and dried herself off before wrapping a robe around her good-as-new body and walking into the room. Only seconds later did the door open to admit two people she found herself longing to see. Severus came in first, a strange, but becoming, grin on a face that she was so used to seeing only sneering.

She smiled warmly at him and said silently, “Thanks for the potion.”

Then she saw him, the one she had missed for what felt like months instead of only two days.

“Lucius!” she squealed before running to him and throwing herself into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Lucius stood thoroughly stunned for several moments before he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against him. He took in the smell of her still slightly damp hair and smiled to himself.

She drew back and kissed him soundly. “I missed you,” she whispered.

“Hardly becoming behavior from a slave,” he said, but at her hurt look and the unwelcoming feel of her body unwinding from his own, he added, “but I missed you as well, pet.”

“I believe I will go now,” Severus said, shaking his head in disgust of their display of sordid affection.

“I’ll find you later, Severus,” Lucius said, kissing Hermione once more.

She barely heard his warning as he quietly closed the door. “Remember who he is, Granger, and with whom his loyalties lie, before you foolishly give away your stubborn Gryffindor heart.”

His words hit her like ice. Was that what she was doing? Falling for Lucius sodding Malfoy? As Lucius’ lips trailed down her neck and he led her to the bed, all thoughts left her mind and she welcomed each of his touches as she peeled his black, Death Eater robes from his body.


A/N: SOOOOOOOOO incredibly sorry about the long delay...forgive me? Please review--they're orgasmic! lmao and thanks to those that have so far!