Behind The Blindfold by LadyVoldemort87/Dracosblondiegirl
She knew she shouldn't have come out, but the wide open space was just too much of a temptation to her. A simple routine check of the Orders boundaries for watching Death Eaters seemed like a welcome relief for the researched out bookworm. Just a little walk round the perimeters of the house, to double check the wards and enchantments that hid the newly built Order headquarters. She breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped into the open air, she raised her hands up over her head and stretched. It felt so good to be out in the warm summer breeze.
She disillusioned her self and walked languidly around the property. Dressed in her Order standard issue uniform, she was ready for combat if she needed to be. She neared the back of the courtyard when she saw the flash of a black cloak, she ran quickly in the direction of the intruder and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Remus Lupin, returning from his nightly watch of Grimmauld Place. The Order had long since disbanded the former Black residence after the trio had inadvertently revealed it's location to the Death Eaters. Dumbledore had found a seemingly larger property that belonged to Harry's Grandparents, left to his late father James. Harry had been more than pleased to offer Dumbledore the mansion like house, that looked very much in the right place in the quiet area of Duff Town.
She walked toward the cloaked Remus, and sat down next to him, watching him with interest as he smoked a wizard cigarette, its multicoloured smoke billowing in the warm air. She had never seen him smoke before, and it intrigued her. In these past few months, she had discovered a lot of things she never knew about Remus, in the midst of the tragic death of Tonks, bringing out the almost forgotten marauder side of the werewolf. He smirked as she watched entranced as he drew the cigarette to his mouth and inhaled deeply.
She reached out her hand, in a silent gesture asking for a cigarette and Remus laughed, considering her question before reaching out and offering her the packet. As she reached out and touched the packet, Remus' eyes flashed turning a cool grey colour, and suddenly she was spinning. Her stomach lurched uncontrollably and colours flashed before her eyes, her mind throbbed with uncertainty and she cried out as she landed. Her stomach lurched several times as she dry heaved onto a cold stone floor.
As she wiped her mouth, Hermione looked around as panic set in. There, standing in a circle around her, were several masked and cloaked Death Eaters. Hermione's head jolted from side to side as she desperately assessed her situation, but in all the while, the Death Eaters remained stationary around her. Her heart pounded wildly, thrusting against her breast bone almost violently as her mind span millions of thoughts round like a world on it axis.
Death Eaters. Remus. Voldemort. Harry. Oh Harry! He had warned her not to leave the house, practically begged her. Stubborn as she was she refused to be held captive, craving the outside world, refusing to believe she was anything but safe in the protective bubble that Dumbledore had created. How wrong she had been, where was cautious, level headed Hermione? IThat/I was what she really wanted to know.
Suddenly, the Death Eaters dropped to their knees, several cried out in pain as the tall imposing figure of Lord Voldemort stepped into the room. Hermione's breath hitched in her throat, and for a second she forgot to breathe. He circled her like a snake sizing up it's prey, his murderous red eyes ran greedily up and down her body. He turned away from her for a split second before he turned his wand on her, whispering, "Crucio!".
Hermione felt as if her body had been doused and set alight, her skin burned and her muscles twisted and contorted. She rose up almost gracefully as her back arched of the floor, and she let out a blood curdling scream. Voldemort ended the curse and clapped, laughing coldly.
"Excellent, Miss Granger, almost two full minutes with no sound." he grinned, exposing his abnormally white teeth.
But she couldn't hear him, her mind was far away. She saw her Harry, pacing, being watched by a grave Dumbledore, Ronald staring desolately into a cooling cup of tea. Did they know that she was gone? She felt several prodding's at her body, and she withdrew from her subconscious. She fought the urge to whimper as she picked up by a strong pair of arms, who carried her, like a bride through the masses of watching Death Eaters.
She wearily opened her eyes and was immediately met with darkness, too weak to raise her arms, she presumed she was blind-folded. She felt Harry calling to her, their link like a spike of electricity through her body. He throat felt raw as she tried to talk and was immediately shushed, by a man with a seemingly familiar voice.
"You will do well to stay quiet, Miss Granger, Order heroics will save you now." said the man.
"Professor Snape?" she asked.
"Quiet, child. The Dark Lord for see's a use for you, you will not deny him."
Hermione was too weak to argue, Snape placed her on a large bed and promptly left, leaving Hermione confused and in severe pain. It seemed like several hours later when she heard the door open once more, and she felt an unfamiliar thrum in the pit of her stomach, it felt almost like a pang of desire, and she moaned, totally unexpected by both occupiers of the room. She smelt the masculine spicy sent of man, his delicious musky smell over powered her.
The feeling built as she felt the unknown man move closer, and she felt a slight dip, as the person set themselves down on the end of the bed. She felt fingers dance over her calves and she writhed under the unknown touch. Fingers crept slowly up her legs and ran smoothly across her stomach, feeling her muscles flex under the pad of his thumb, he moved higher to cup the under side of her breast.
She leaned in toward his touch as her mind scolded her, telling her to move away, resist temptation. But the lure of this mans scent was intoxicating, calling to her animalistic nature, sniffing out her depraved thoughts and acting on them. The tips of his fingers lightly worked the tip of her nipple into a stiffened peak and she felt a hot mouth surround her hardened nub and she bit her lip to stop herself crying out.
Think of Harry, her mind said, warning her, but Harry was no where to be found in her mind at this very moment. Her thoughts were only of this delicious stranger. Oh exquisite torture! The gods be damned, his touch was utopia! She cried out as he bit down hard on her tightened nipple, soothing it almost immediately with his hot talented tongue. She let her mind drift, and imagined this man, his faced seemed to swim before her eyes. A devastatingly handsome young man, silky black hair, with dark green eyes. He couldn't be much older than her.
She was drawn from her thoughts by an impatient tut, and she shivered as she felt his hot breath on the shell of her ear, and gasped when she felt his wet tongue run sensually down and nip delicately with his sharp teeth. His mouth enveloped her earlobe and he sucked it hard into his warmth, and she cried out once more as the thrum of pleasure in her stomach spiked.
"What..Who…" she said breathlessly , stopping when a finger came up against her lips silencing her immediately.
She nearly screamed as she felt his lips descend over hers, biting and sucking her tongue into submission. She tried to breathe and opened her mouth wider breathing him in, she could feel his evident arousal through her lightweight black pants, and groaned when he ground himself into her painfully aroused pussy.
"Do you want this?" a husky voice whispered in her ear.
What was making her feel like this? Whoever this man was, he set her soul on fire with a mere touch of his fingers. She had never felt so wanton in her life, she was positively aching for him to fill her, taste her, touch her where she needed him the most.
"I said, do you want this?" he asked once more, and she nodded her head quickly.
He reached down and rubbed her the outline of her pussy through her pants. He could feel the soft shape of her mound through her thin pants and worked his fingers in the crease of her pussy rubbing her knickers into her aching clit, causing Hermione to shriek into his mouth. He continued to rub her until she came to a mind-blowing climax, leaving her shaking and sobbing.
The man smirked and stood, leaving Hermione quietly sobbing on the bed, he turned and looked back on the blindfolded girl, his green eyes dancing with desire, and blew a kiss to her, before closing the door behind him.
His fingers prodded and poked at her entrance vigorously as he licked and sucked on her pussy, wanting to taste all he could. His tongue teased her engorged little clit and she cried out as he took it into his mouth and sucked on it hard. Her hands flew down and fisted in his hair as she shattered around his fingers, clamping down upon them like a vice grip.
He captured her lips, allowing her to taste herself as he kissed her, his tongue found every crevice within her mouth and memorised it. He kissed her languidly and with unlimited passion, memorising her taste, the way she moved her tongue in time with his, and the way her feet rubbed his ankles as he fucked her mouth.
Hermione didn't know how long she had been captured by the Dark Lord, infact she had no concept of night and day at all. He had visited her several times, each time stopping to abuse and violate her mind, taking a little of her soul each time he did so. But Voldemort never raised his wand to her again after the first time he cursed her, this surprised Hermione, who assumed he would curse her into insanity, just to have something to hold over Harry.
Her mystery lover had visited her each and every night, since she had been a captive of Lord Voldemort, and her feeling for this man where becoming more and more intense. She couldn't believe how pathetic she seemed. Falling for a man she had never even seen before, yet he had intimate knowledge of her body. He had taken her to the most dizzying heights, gave her orgasm after orgasm, without even being inside her. It was all about her, she had never touched him, he would come to her, touch her, kiss her, sometimes hold her and leave. She always saw him as the handsome man with the most amazing green eyes.
Lord Voldemort was fast becoming bored with her, and she knew one way or another she was going die. He had no reason to keep her around. She was veritable goldmine of information, that he wanted to harvest more than anything, but she knew her Occlumency walls were too strong for even Voldemort to crack. Remus was long gone, a victim of the Death Eaters months ago, he had been cruelly and viciously killed, and imitated for months, Hermione wept the most for him. He had been her friend. She sank into her thoughts
There was one memory she replayed in her head over and over again. She constantly thought of Harry, his connection to her was weakening by the day and soon she knew it would be gone. She remembered the way Harry had held her in his arms when she sent her parents away, the way he had kissed her so gently, hidden away from prying eyes in the Burrows tall hedges. The day they had taken each others virginities under a blanket in the back yard of Potter Manor, the way he had held her all night, wanting to feel alive, when tomorrow they knew that they could be dead.
She loved Harry, heart and soul, he was her best friend and always would be. But this man was her weakness, whoever he was he knew what he was doing to her, he was making her fall for him and she knew it was bad. He was obviously a Death Eater, more than likely ordered by Voldemort to do this to her, to draw her in, to turn her.
She could feel Voldemort's presence before he even withdrew her blindfold, and looked up at him with glassy eyes as he stepped back, the black silk clutched in his hand. He looked different today, she thought. His red eyes seemed less foreboding for some reason and he seemed a lot more at ease with himself. He always seemed so highly strung whenever she had spoken with him in the past few weeks.
"Good evening, Miss Granger." he said as he took a seat at the end of her bed.
"You seem different tonight." she murmured.
He turned to her and looked at her, she was not overly beautiful, her hair was a mass of bouncy shiny curls, that some would call bushy. He on the other hand quite liked her hair, despite the younger Malfoy's slurs against it. Her eyes on the other hand, were a smooth butterscotch colour, and showed an age far beyond her years.
He looked directly into her eyes, and for the first time, she let him freely probe her mind, she was tired of fighting.
She lay back and looked at the stars, Harry's hand slipped through hers and she gripped back tightly. She looked over toward him, and into those eyes that sparkled with emotion. She knew what he was thinking, she always knew, because she thought the very same thing herself. She wasn't surprised when Harry leaned over and kissed her softly, and she returned it with added desperation. She didn't want to die tomorrow or the next day and know she was never loved in the way she wanted to be the most.
Their kisses turned into something more, and as Harry pushed into Hermione she knew it was right, she loved Harry more than anything in this world. She needed him to know how much she wanted him, how much she cared for him. They came together in a mass of blankets under a dark sky, knowing they had given each other a gift that they both would always treasure.
She was laying on a bed, a black blindfold covering her eyes as per usual, hands fisting into the dark head of hair between her legs. Her screams of ecstasy filling the room, as the man licked and sucked at her clit, as she ground her pussy into his face, begging him to let her come. The man sped up his licks and she came with a loud cry. The mans head rose and grinned at the sated girl.
Voldemort withdrew quickly as he felt the love flood Hermione's heart. The girl was in love with him! This was definitely not good. He never should have allowed himself to do this. But he wanted her and Lord Voldemort always gets what he wants. He stood and turned toward the small bathroom to his left, leaving Hermione alone. He quickly warded the outer door so she couldn't escape even if she tried.
He stood and looked at himself in the mirror. And for a second let his glamour fall. Gone where the red eyed snake features and the pale bone white skin. Instead stood a man, in his early twenties. Shiny black hair sat in waves smoothed over his forehead, pale clear skin and large dark green eyes looked back at him. He smirked slightly as he looked at himself. Not many people had the privilege of seeing the true face of Lord Voldemort. Severus had restored his natural looks, almost instantly after his rebirth, he had opted to keep the look, using a simple glamour when ever he addressed his Death Eaters, or whenever he met with captives.
He took time to transfigure his robes, before he stepped out into her room, she sat idly playing with a lock of hair not even bothering to look up at him. He grinned and cleared his throat. She looked up at him and her mouth dropped, the man of her fantasy's stood not a stones throw way. She blushed furiously and looked away for a second before looking back, he was still there and still staring at her with those amazing eyes.
He walked slowly toward her, drinking in her milky skin and perfect body. Her eyes shone brightly as he loomed over her, and she rose up hesitantly to kiss him.
"Do you know who I am?" he said.
"You are the Dark Lord."
"I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, Miss Granger, Also known as Lord Voldemort. I am cruel, cold and I will hurt you, but right now, I'm going to fuck you."
She moaned, and captured his lips once again, and he settled over her divesting his robes and hers as he moved. His hands dropped to her full, round breasts and he rolled her hardened nipple between his fingers as he kissed her. His lips left hers and trailed down her neck, latching on to her pulse point and sucking hard. She gasped and ran her hands down the smooth length that jabbed into her thigh, he was thick, long and perfect.
He moaned into her neck as she gripped his cock and began to pump it within her small hands, relishing in the supposed control she had over Lord Voldemort. He bit down on the juncture between her neck and shoulder as rubbed her thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, smoothing the small bubble of come that had formed there. He growled and pinned her to the bed, her wrists held above her head, tightly in his grip. His free hand reached down and fondled her wetness, testing her, preparing her for his hardness.
He entered her in one swift thrust and she screamed in delight. He could feel her pussy contracting slightly around his cock, as he moved within her. He let go of her hands and they flew around him as did her legs, clinging onto him for dear life, as he fucked her hard.
He placed his hand in the middle of her chest and whispered a spell, that she only partially heard before she felt it. Every part of her felt like she was on fire with arousal, she writhed underneath him, crying out, begging for him to make her come. He pinched her clit several times as she flew over the edge and clamped down hard on his cock, pulsing and contracting around his length milking him for all of his hot seed. He came within her in hot long spurts, groaning as he released her from the spell and dropped on to her.
"What was that?" she panted.
"The Cruciatus curse." he grinned.
She turned to him, visibly shocked.
"I am Lord Voldemort, darling, and I always reward those, who serve me well." he grinned as he swooped down on her once more.