I own nothing. This is a continuation of Kept Pet. This story should not be confusing if you had not read the previous story. Please read and review.
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Draco kept his face placid as the Malfoy crypt was finally sealed after a long funeral. His face didn't show it but he was relieved to have part of that past put behind him. Most of those that attended were not his family as most were either dead or Death Eaters. Those that attended were ministry officials, businessmen and women, a few teachers and some friends he only met a few times that were not associated with Voldemort.
All gave him their condolences with a brief memory of one of his parents. Truth be told he wanted everyone out of his home to he could finally figure out his life or, at least to ponder on where he was heading next. In a few days his childhood ended and he had to take on the massive fortune that was build on the blood of others, crooked deals and a reputation as dark as the Dark Lord himself. When he didn't think anyone was looking he smiled and wanted to laugh at it all. He was free of his parents and could in some way start to plan his life. Any marriage proposals are definitely off the table. Speaking of.
"Ah, young…um, Mr. Malfoy. Please let me give you my condolences for your loss." A tall woman who once had some looks but motherhood and fifteen years of pastries had taken its toll approached him. "Also my daughter gives her condolences."
The young woman he was introduced to was fair looking but he was in no mood for this. He simply sighed and walked away from the pair and made his way out of the hall into a secluded room to gather his thoughts.
He wasn't alone. Draco turned around to see Ron standing in the doorway. "What do you want? What are you even doing here, Weasley? I am sure you're happy that they are gone considering all the trouble they put you and your family through."
"You think I am that hateful? You're not the only one that suffered a loss this year."
Draco took in a breath knowing what was being said behind that statement. "What is it you have to say?"
He stepped forward and placed a small box on the table next to Draco. "Open it. Don't worry it's not a curse. That's not my families' forte."
Draco took the box impatiently and opened to reveal that it held a rather smooth white stone. In an instant he knew what this was. All he had to do was hold the stone and think of his parents and all the happiest moments would enter the stone for him to look at, at a later date. These stones were not easy to come by.
"Why are you giving me this? Don't you hate me?"
"No, I have never hated you before. I was annoyed and upset at your stupid antics and calling Hermione a mudblood all the time. But I don't hate you."
This was not the time for a heart to heart. "I am in no mood for this. Please just do me the favor of your condolences and then leave."
"I don't feel sorry for your loss. In fact you are free from them. I saw how you looked at the mother and daughter. You hated them. In fact you hate everyone in that room and wish nothing more for them to go. I can't blame you."
Draco didn't respond for a moment as he studied Ron for a few minutes. There was a reason he was here and he wasn't going to go with some simple threat or gesture. "This isn't like you. What have you come here for? I know it wasn't for the funeral because I know how much you cared for my parents."
"Join the Order. I came on my own if you are wondering. Harry is captured, Hermione is a traitor and the light side can use everyone that we can get. I understand you more than you think. I know what you think of me. You and your friends think I am a poor stupid git who is pitied by Harry and Hermione. My father is a disgrace and that I will end up with a looser job in the ministry. I am none of those things. Since Hermione left I found that I am one of the most perceptive people I know. I am not book smart by any means but I can tell someone's character in minutes of meeting them. Why do you think I keep winning at chess? I beat Hermione a hundred times."
"Get to the point Weasley."
"You are not the spoiled brat you parade yourself off as. You were always under your father's thumb and now he's gone pushing you, you are one link away from You-know-who. I saw it in your features after you performed that little curse at the staircase. You didn't want to do it. And yes I know it was you."
Draco stepped back. "This doesn't mean I won't get the mark."
"I'm not telling you not to. You're a good actor. Ask to join the Order." With that Ron turned around and walked out of the room. There were no more words that needed to be said.
It was a very odd meeting with a very valuable gift. He knew Ron was giving this to him out of genuine concern. This wasn't a gift you throw away or return easily. His father told him that old magic families gave these to other families to show respect. They couldn't be bought but had to be made with genuine care for the one it was intended.
He knew then that Ron was not lying and genuinely wanted him in the Order or at least truly believed that he was able to fight against Voldemort.
Draco returned to his guests allowing them to once again tell them how sorry they were for him until they left the house after dark.
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Harry still felt frozen from the freezing curse that was put on him two days ago. It was lifted shortly after he was placed in the dungeon but the aftereffects still caught him off guard. When he moved to fast a spark of pain would shoot in the limb he used. After a while he moved slowly deliberately as to avoid any unnecessary pain. He was always in pain and was very quickly growing tired of it. He didn't want to fight anymore nor did he want to give up.
As his thoughts focused on Voldemort he realized that he was now way over his head and had to come to terms that he was fully at the older wizards mercy. He looked at his cell and found that it could be much, much worse than it was. He was given a small private loo and a refillable water jug. For a man that had been trying to kill him for so long this was very generous.
"Come with me Potter, Master want to see you."
His thoughts were interpreted by some unknown man. He didn't bother to fight as he knew that he would be punished or thrown back into his cell if he tried anything. Harry complied but this didn't stop him from being roughly handled by this man.
He was brought to a study he remembers being in briefly before. Voldemort was no were to be seen but he learned to be cautious around him and any other wizard for that matter. Hogwarts taught many things but the older a wizard gets the more creative they become. They knew tricks that were not taught at school.
Fifteen minutes passed and he was getting agitated. To assuage his emotions he looked at the books on the shelves and was tempted to take one down. He reached up to one book he knew was filled with dark arts but he wanted to see if the rumors were true about this particular topic. He took it down and opened the cover to only shut it fast. He felt guilty at wanting to know something like this. Dumbledore would never want him to learn such things.
"There's nothing wrong with being curious Harry. Some caution would be advised, though."
"Professor I wasn't…" Harry turned around to find Voldemort standing in the doorway.
"I see he spoke those words to you as well. Old men have a way of getting in and staying in your head."
"If I didn't know any better I would say you have respect for Dumbledore."
"It doesn't mean I won't try to kill the meddling old fool."
"Same goes for you." Harry inwardly regretted that remark and waited for a curse to come.
Voldemort simply laughed as if Harry said something highly amusing. "We are more alike than you think. I marked you and you are following down a path were many great wizards have gone. You have so much potential that hasn't been tapped yet."
Harry pondered those cryptic words. Voldemort didn't seem to be himself. He was calm, rational and if he wasn't so tired he'd go as far to say friendly. This thought passed as Voldemort took out a red vial. "Do you know what this is Harry?"
"Hair growth for wizards? You could use some."
"Now Harry, remember your manners. This is DeFuller's Brew. You will be loyal to me after you drink this and you won't even realize it. You'll deny that you've even taken it."
Realization struck him. That was the potion that Hermione was going to warn him about. He read something about it and knew that it was very powerful. He would be slave.
As if he was reading his thoughts. "No you will be loyal to me Harry. This doesn't mean I can't force you to do anything that isn't against your will beyond your potioned loyalty."
Harry stepped back wanting any fate but this. There would be no way that he could end the war now. He would be trapped then hunted for siding with Voldemort. "Please, not that. I'll let you teach me, I'll bow to you anything you want but that." Bile rose from those words. He hated feeling so weak.
"Don't act so weak Harry. You lost and you should accept your fate with dignity." Voldemort raised an eyebrow in thought. "But you are still a child by wizarding standards. I should not have expected maturity in this matter from you." Voldemort stepped closer to Harry, who stepped back into a bookcase. "I have given you many chances and now I have to resort to this." No one moved and a silence filled the room. The red vial was tossed between spidery finders as if to taunt Harry. Harry was unwilling to break Voldemort's gaze and found himself drawn in by those horrid red eyes.
In an instant Harry made a break for it. It took only seconds to realize he had lost. A binding spell was placed on him with inhuman speed. He couldn't move a muscle. His head was tilted back, his mouth opened and the contents of the vial were poured into his mouth. Voldemort held his mouth shut and prevented him from breathing through his nose as well. The spell was lifted and Harry struggled to get free, swallowing the contents by accident in the process.
Within a few minutes Harry felt himself calm down. At this Voldemort released him and gave the teenager his distance. Harry began to wonder whether the potion was working or not for he didn't feel any different than before and he didn't feel the inclination to do Voldemort's bidding. After a few seconds he started to wonder what Voldemort was doing with an empty vial in his hands. A part of him told him that he should know the answer to that but he dismissed it as he looked into the eyes of his enemy.
Why was he my enemy?
'Because he tried to kill you many times.'
Then he must be very powerful. That deserves some respect.
Voldemort stood back as Harry was sorting out his thoughts on what happened. He needed to test to see if the potion worked. "Now let's see if it works. Try to curse me Harry. I'll even give you your wand back."
The long spidery fingers held out Harry's wand which was taken in an instant. It was pointed at Voldemort in an instant but no spell came out. Part of Harry was telling him to curse the man and run but he held back and put the wand down. "Why would I do that? You deserve more respect than that."
Voldemort grinned and gave a small laugh as his victory was confirmed. The boy who lived was now at his full mercy. He could slap the boy and Harry would excuse it away.
SMACK!
"Ow, what did you do that for?"
"You tell me Harry."
Harry was thinking and lowered his head in shame. "Because I never listened to you."
This was going better than expected but he held some doubt whether this was an act or not. He needed some more proof. He had one of the prisoners brought from the dungeons for a demonstration. The woman was in her late thirties and was wearing some torn but fairly new clothes.
"Alright Harry, curse the mudblood witch."
"No, I won't do that."
The witch in question was shaking with fear and anger. "Harry will kill you, you monster. I hope he makes you suffer."
At that Harry turned his attention to the witch and was ready to curse her. He felt anger build up in him as she spoke to his…his, to Voldemort in such a tone. "He is one of the most powerful wizards alive. You should show some respect." Harry didn't flinch when she looked at him with fear and confusion.
"He turned you. He turned you!"
"Curse her Harry!"
"NO! She may have insulted you but I am not a dark wizard." Harry lowered his head in respect.
"Avada Kadarva." Voldemort pointed at the witch who was dead in an instant. "You did well today Harry."
Without realizing it Harry smiled and felt happy that he pleased this man. There were so many questions. "Why do I hate you so much? You deserve respect but I still hate you. Please, let me go."
"You belong to me now Harry."
"I belong to no one but myself."
"Then leave. Leave my side Harry and leave behind all the knowledge that I offer you and no one else."
Harry stared at the man waiting for the catch. "You will really let me go?"
"Go on. Leave. You are no harm to me now." Voldemort took the book Harry was looking at earlier and held it up to Harry. "I offer you knowledge and I also offer you the choice to walk away from it."
Harry turned to go and only made it as far as the door. Guilt seared through him for he was not being loyal to Voldemort. He wanted freedom so much to help free his friends and the rest of the wizarding world. His legs wouldn't move forward nor could he walk back.
Voldemort stood behind Harry, pacing and arm on his shoulder. "I forgive you Harry. I'll teach you and you'll stand loyal by my side."
For the first time there was warmth coming from his scar and it made him dizzy. There were too many emotions for him to handle so he closed his eyes and allowed two strong arms to hold him up.
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The view from the window was a sight to see. It was magicked of coarse but that didn't take away from its beauty. Rolling mist over hills and tall trees that come from some sort of dream. Who would have thought that Voldemort cared for aesthetics?
Hermione turned her attention to the man sleeping on the bed. Snape looked so peaceful sleeping there and she had to admit that she enjoyed sleeping in his arms. It was far different than being held by Lucius. Snape was comforting and it seemed at times she comforted him simply by being in his arms. There was nothing possessive about it and she smiled at that thought.
The other man who just walked into the room was the opposite. Everything about him was possessive. The way he looked at her, held her and yes beat her. The past few days has been an adjustment for her but she was not getting back to her usual self. All she wanted was some peace if not a routine again. She hadn't had a routine in over a year and she so desperately wanted one so she could know what was to happen the next day.
"Please Master, let Severus rest."
"He's a traitor and deserves what he gets." Voldemort walked up behind her and held her in his harms. This was unusual for him but the bond seems to have made him appreciate the closeness of another human body. "He swore to be loyal to me and no one leaves my service."
"People change."
His hands slowly were at her neck in a warning caress. "Not those that matter."
"He's bonded to you and won't leave even if he needed to. I feel he'll be more use to you now than he ever was when he was truly loyal to you." She didn't want to fight him anymore. There was no use and she held no desire when around him. That was the strange part. When she was around Voldemort she was less emotional but far more rational than she usually was. She liked being around him now too. That was also not expected. She reached up to one of his hands and absentmindedly started to caress it.
"How very true but the same applies to you as well. The potion you made has done wonders."
"Harry obeys you now."
"Out of loyalty only. But that will change given time."
She smiled, a part of her filling with pride that the potion worked. It also made her feel better knowing that Harry was unharmed. She focused on the link between them to study how different the link felt and was surprised with what she found. She seemed to be pulling on Snape as well as Voldemort. It felt as if Voldemort was filling her up with his energy or the dust of his essence. She felt powerful wise when he was near her. It also scared her that she could become like him. No, no that wasn't going to happen. Hermione was at war with herself now.
Voldemort was not unaware of the strands of thoughts that she was not guarding. "You fear becoming like me? Tell me Hermione what does it feel like to have made a potion that very few wizards have the strength to brew? You have helped ensnare the boy who lived where countless others were unable to. Tell me how that feels." He was now whispering in her ear.
"I enjoyed it. I want to hold that power again." She truly meant it.
"I'll teach you all of it. You'll be my dark queen and be worshiped by everyone. I can feel that anger in you. All those that doubted you and called you such horrid names." He kissed her deeply holding her body to his. Both fought for dominance as they fought with their tongues until they moved to their clothing. Voldemort tore her clothing off easily exposing her breasts. She reached up pulling at his robes but not a stitch was out of place.
He laughed at her frustrated attempts. "You'll need to earn that privilege."
She sneered then moved her eyes to Snape who was right now enjoying his dreams and the evidence was showing in the sheets. "Fine." She moved out of his arms not taking her eyes off of him until her lips came in contact with Snape's. He moaned then started to return the kiss. An arm reached around and pulled her closer.
Voldemort was on the bed behind her watching the scene unfold before him. Snape was now awake and had every intention of defiling the woman who so wantonly threw herself at him. She was about to climb on top of Snape but was pulled back. Two hands were at her breast touching in all the right places. They made her moan and she moaned further when another set of hands were working further down.
The power she felt was overwhelming. It seemed all of her body was full of energy and she could feel them as well. Voldemort held a dark power, separate and deadly. It was pure power that radiated from him to her and she smiled darkly with pure lust. Snape was powerful as well but wounded, loyal with a wildness that was yet to be seen by him. She reached out to the link pulling their energies towards her. She never felt so powerful in all her life. "I'll be your dark queen yet." She reached to Voldemort and pulled him into a kiss. He hungrily took her and removed his clothes with wandless magic. She looked at Snape and tempted him to partake in the fun. Who was he to turn down such an invitation?
She moved from Voldemorts lips and made his way to his lower regions to start work there. She was taken from behind by Snape. Within a short time they all found completion and relaxed in the afterglow of sex. Hermione looked up at the mirror above her with a content look on her face. She was going to do great things from now on for there will be few rules she need to obey on her way to power.
Voldemort stood up, cleaned himself and dresses shortly after. Snape was content to return to sleep with her hand in his hair and his arms around her with a hand cupping a breast. He was looking at Hermione and smiled. She wanted power and he would give it to her. She was his to be his dark queen.
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Hello all. Just a note, Hermione is darker in this story. I felt that this union needed a stronger Hermione so I'm writing her as one. Well please review and enjoy the next chapter.