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Ch. 4"Ginger Newt." Hermione stepped over the threshold into her Transfiguration Professor's room. "Professor McGonagall?"
"I'm in here, Dear. Give me a minute. Sit down and make yourself comfortable." McGonagall's voice drifted from behind a closed door to Hermione's left. Hermione knew that it led to the Professor's bedroom.
Hermione gracefully sat in one the many plushy fireside armchairs. She waved her wand and tea teacups appeared, along with a steaming teapot. She was just pouring herself a cup when she heard a door opening. She looked up to see her Professor running her hand through her hair. 'Wait a minute…'
"Since when do you wear your hair down?" Hermione's eyebrow raised. "Someone coming?"
"No, Dear. You're the only one here." McGonagall's hand stopped and her eyes went wide. "Oh! I completely forgot it was down…" She whipped out her wand and waved it around her head, piling her hair back on top of her head in a tight bun.
"I shouldn't have said anything." Hermione mumbled under her breath as she took a sip of her tea. Aloud she asked McGonagall. "How were your classes today?"
McGonagall, equipped with super senses, had heard Hermione's first statement. "Fine, Dear. What did you say before that?"
Hermione looked up as innocently as she could. "Pardon?"
McGonagall sighed. "Why did you say you shouldn't have said anything?"
Hermione took a sudden interest in her tea. "I just…" She blushed a deep scarlet. "I think it looks good down. And it has to be more comfortable…"
McGonagall smiled warmly down at Hermione. "Thank you, Dear." She also blushed. "I don't believe I have been complimented like that by a student in many years." She plopped into the armchair next to Hermione's. "Don't forget, Dear. I am Minerva to you in private."
Hermione raised her head, a tint of red still visible. "Yes, ma'am. I know. Why don't you wear it down, though?"
Minerva cocked her head to the side. "I don't know. I suppose I like the fact that it makes me look more severe."
Hermione giggled. "Severe? Minerva, you have not looked severe to me since first year…"
Minerva swatted her on the arm. "Well, then, there's your answer. I wear it up for the first years."
A sigh issued from Hermione's lips. "I must go back to my dorm."
Minerva's eyebrow lifted. "But, Hermione, Dear. You've just gotten here. Do stay for awhile. I promise I'll let you leave without taking points off for being out past curfew." She winked and Hermione relaxed a little.
"Alright. But only for a few minutes…Long enough for me to tell you what happened in the dungeons tonight…"
Around midnight, Hermione stumbled into her dorm. She stubbed her toe on her dresser when she passed it, mumbling obscenities at it. She undressed and crawled into bed, glad she was finally alone and could get some sleep. Her dreams were filled of emerald eyes and raven hair. No matter how hard she tried, which admittedly wasn't hard, she could not get the images of her professor laughing out of her head. After she had told Minerva, she loved the name, about what had happened with Draco, Minerva had almost started rolling. Her laughter was like sweet music to Hermione's ears. She wanted desperately to hear it again.
Severus grunted as he pulled out of Hermione and lay to her side. "I love you, Hermione."
Hermione, still panting, rolled closer to him. "I love you too, Severus. Happy three monthiversary."
Severus smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Will you actually be staying the night tonight?"
Hermione smiled up at him. "Yes. I'll stay with you."
"Good. Cause I'm rather tired of waking up al-" Severus gasped and clutched his left forearm. "Damn him. I'm sorry, Hermione. Don't wait up for me. Go ahead back to your own dorm. He's not happy so I don't know how long I'll be gone." He jumped out of bed and threw on his robes, pulling on his Death Eater robes and mask as well. "Good night." He ran out of the door too fast to hear her reply.
Hermione sighed and got out of the bed. She mumbled, "Good night, Severus," before making her way to the fireplace. She flooed to her room and went to sleep.
The chilly late November wind cut through Severus' robes as he hurried to the apparition point. 'What does the evil git want now?' He apparated to where his Mark led him. He heard voices and stepped into his place in the circle. He was almost the last person to arrive.
"Severus, how good of you to join us." Lord Voldemort frowned at Severus, trying to figure out why he was later than usual. "You reek of sex, Severus. Mind telling us what happened?"
Severus fought to maintain his Occlumency. "No, My Lord. I do not mind." He paused. "I had just finished raping a mudblood when you called."
Lord Voldemort smiled cruelly. "Very good, Severus. For that, I will not punish you for being late." Voldemort turned on his heel and pointed at Lucius. "You had something you wished to say?"
Lucius sank to his knees and bowed to Voldemort. "Yes, My Lord."
"Go on, then."
"Yes, My Lord." Lucius stood slowly back up, keeping his head bowed. "My wife is starting to bore me, My Lord. I find myself trying for any excuse to stay out of my house so that I do not have to succumb to her wishes."
Voldemort looked thoughtful. "What would you have me do, Lucius. You have been loyal to me. I hate to see you unhappy by another hand."
"Thank you, My Lord. I do not care what you do with her. Just make sure I never have to bed her again." Lucius looked pleadingly at Lord Voldemort.
"Narcissa! Come here!" A lone figure stepped forward from the circle and fell to its knees. It crawled on all fours toward Voldemort, trying to kiss the hem of his robes, but being kicked away. "Stand up!" She shakily stood, keeping her eyes lowered. "I can see how she would bore you, Lucius. She agrees too readily. I like a little fight." He looked over to see Lucius nod slightly. "Now…Tell me, loyal servants, what should I do to her?" Many cries rang out from the circle, ranging from "Rape her!" to "Kill her!". Voldemort looked down at Narcissa. "Which would you rather?"
Narcissa looked into Voldemort's eyes and immediately wished she hadn't. She'd never been good at Occlumency, and in that moment he had seen that all she wanted was to be with her son.
"This is perfect." Voldemort grinned maliciously and took her by the arm. "Draco! Come here and stand by your mother!"
Draco hurried to stand by her. He went to reach his hand out to steady her, but it was knocked aside by Voldemort. "Not yet, Draco. Wait your turn."
Draco snatched his hand back. "I was just trying to steady her so she didn't fall."
Voldemort sneered. "Sure. Whatever makes you sleep at night." He turned back to Narcissa. "How would you like him to take you?"
Narcissa shook her head. "In no way. I would rather die."
Voldemort laughed cruelly. "You will. Just wait. Draco! Take her. And then kill her. Now!"
Draco dropped to his knees in front of his mother, beckoning her to join him. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "I'm so sorry, Mother. I love you." He then placed a searing kiss on her lips.
"I know, son. I love you, too." She kissed him back and then let him have his way with her.
As soon as Lucius realized Draco was finished he waved his wand at Narcissa, a bolt of green quickly following. Voldemort whirled around to face Lucius.
"Why didn't you let the boy do it?" Voldemort's eyes narrowed to slits.
Lucius offered his hand to Draco to help him stand up. "I grew weary of her obviously not pleasuring him, so I ended it."
Voldemort sighed. "Fine. You are lucky her death is so pleasing to me that I could care less how it happened." He gestured to all of the Death Eaters. "You are free to go now."
Draco tried to kneel again by his dead mother, but his father pulled him away. "No, son. There is nothing for you here." They apparated back to Malfoy Manor.
Severus had watched everything unfold in horror. How could Lucius have been so flippant about killing his wife? Although…Now they were free…Well…Almost…