Mione went to her chambers and sat beside the fireplace. She missed Severus terribly. Yet, it was she who asked Voldemort if she could kill him.
She remembered the day that Hogwarts was attacked. Voldemort and the deatheaters caught them all by surprise. He ordered none of them killed but placed into cells made on the quidditch pitch. She was thrown in with a dozen other young women. She wasn't even supposed to be at Hogwarts, she had graduated.
Mione had been there only to see Severus, and to make arrangements for her teaching assignment there the following term. It was Severus who had taken to the cells, and It was also Severus who had first taken her to Voldemort's Bed.
She had been the third girl pulled from the cells, and the last. Voldemort found her amusing and untiring. He let her live, provided she could kill and dispose of her friends. She had done so unquestioningly. Her teachers came next. Then after Voldemort had had her in his bed three weeks and had named her his mistress, she asked for a final life. She remembered the day as if it were yesterday instead of two years ago...
***
Two years ago:
"My lord?" Hermione wore a skin tight shift of green silk. She waited patiently for Voldemort to acknowledge her presence.
"Yes, my pet?" He turned to face her, his pale skin had a slight greenish cast to it. He would have been handsome had it not been for his entire being being evil. As well the various methods used to keep him alive before he regained his body.
"I ask for one more kill, For my amusement," She said smiling, inside her heart was breaking at the thought of what she was about to say.
"Who? You have no one left, all of the students teachers and even the beloved Harry Potter has died by your hands." He was curious as to whom his little pet wished to destroy in her private chambers.
She turned and pointed, "Him," She pointed to Severus Snape. He grew pale and tried not to look scared.
"Severus?" Voldemort looked at him, "I suppose he has outlived his usefulness,"
"Thank you my Lord," She kissed his hand and gave Severus a small cruel smile, "Come you, don't make it difficult for yourself,"
****
She relived that night every time she slept. She knew she was the only one left, the only one who could make any bit of a difference. The whole wizarding world was afraid of the Dark Lord.
She decided that she need to keep up the appearance that she was an all to willing follower to Voldemort. She got up and left her chambers and headed to where she knew she would find a bit of amusement.
****
Lucius watched meekly as Mione strode into his chambers.
She had full run of the castle and there were few places she was not allowed, if any. "Lucius, Pet, where are you hiding?"
He stepped out from behind the door, "Here," He looked at her beautiful body, "Is there something you need?" He refused to look into her fiery eyes.
She stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Comfort," She kissed his cheek, "Voldemort is too busy for me,"
Lucius swallowed hard, she had done this to him many times before. more often than not she had left bruise gouges cuts and scrapes on him afterward. But he could not resist her, not after Narcissa had left him. He knew she usually went after his son, Draco, as well. "Comfort?" he said too afraid to caress her warm body, for fear that this was a trap set up by his master.
"Voldemort knows what I do, he knows that my favors are rarely given to his minions. He lets me have my own amusement, I let him have his."
Lucius kissed her gently at first, allowing himself the time to savor her touch. Mione as in no mood for gentleness and led him to his bedroom. She pushed him back onto the bed, "I told you I wasn't a child any longer,"
********
Mione left Lucius' chambers slightly sickened with herself, she told herself that if Severus were there he would have done what he had to to get them to stay quiet. Even if it meant sleeping with the enemy.
Mione glided down to the dungeons and to the carefully warded potions room. She felt her throat tightening every time she walked into the room. She walked to the bookshelf and slid back a small panel inside were several small green bottles sealed with Muggle sealing wax.
She took all of the bottles and slipped them into the bodice of her dress. She picked up a book from the shelf incase one of the Deatheaters waited outside if the room as they often did. She closed the panel and walked from the room.
She couldn't bear to be there longer than she absolutely had to. She was flooded with memories of her and Severus. The last time they had been together had been in the potions classroom. It had been over a month after Voldemort had taken over the school and several weeks after he had announced that Mione was his new Mistress. She had already killed her friends, teachers and numerous others by then.
She had held the potion vial to his lips, it was the only way to protect him, they both knew it. He downed the bitter potion and gazed into her eyes. It would be a matter of minutes before the potion took affect and only moments later when she had to report to her Dark Master.
Then they had both cried; she knowing what she had to do, and he knowing it had to be done. Her last words to him were: 'I'm Sorry,' and his last to her were, "I'll still love you'. The potion took affect and Severus slumped to the ground.
******
She walked back up to her chambers. The deatheaters in the halls pressed themselves against the sides of the walls as she passed. They did not wish to be on her bad side, they only wished she would favor them with a caress. She had done this several times much to the amusement of Voldemort. She shuddered at the thought of the things she had done for the Dark Lord, and of the things she had done with him.
Hermione entered her chambers and walked into her bedroom. Thankfully Voldemort had never slept in her bed. He preferred his own dark chambers. She set the bottles down close to her jewelry box and sat on the edge of the bed staring at the fine white crystals inside.
Inside two of the bottles was an extract so potent that everyone at the feast could be killed a hundred times over. The third bottle was an antidote, taken before ingesting the poison, it would cause only a mild discomfort then it would disappear. at least that was what it was supposed to do; it was untested.
The extract was taken from the venom glands and blood of a basilisk. The basilisk Harry had killed in his second year to be exact. The blood and venom had been mixed then dried for thirty days then added to a pure alcohol base for another three to six months, the final steps were the distilling then crystallization of the resulting liquid. It was odorless, colorless and tasteless. It was the perfect poison.
The result was fourteen grams of a crystalline powder. That will be enough, she told herself.
She fingered her pendant again and sighed, I do this for you Severus and I do this for all of my friends.
She hid the bottles in her bodice again and headed down to the kitchens to arrange for the feast. The house elves worked tiredly. Soon my friends, she silently told them. "We must prepare for a grand feast all of the deatheaters will be attending as well as Voldemort and myself." the elves nodded and set about preparing for the feast that would be in two days time.
*******
That night Lucius came a fetched her for Voldemort. He waited patiently at the door while she prepared herself. She walked with him, he acted as her silent guard. They said nothing about what had happened in his chambers. He was just a servant, she could use him as she saw fit.
Lucius knocked on the large oak doors leading to Voldemort's private chambers, "Enter," The doors opened and Mione walked in by herself.
"My dear girl, Come here," She walked over to the shadow shrouded bed where Voldemort waited. She braced herself for the violence to come. She slipped her bodice dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She nearly gagged when she saw the green pallor of his naked body.
********
two days later:
Mione walked through the wine cellars. She had picked the best vintages she could find. Carefully and with the aid of magic she opened each bottle and dropped no less than three of the crystals into each one. She resealed each bottle and set each bottle onto the floating wine cart. A hundred bottles of the finest wine all laced with the deadliest of poisons.
She floated the cart up to the great hall and set the bottles on the tables she took the one with the most poison in it up to the head table where she voldemort and lucius would sit.
She patted the bodice of her blood red gown to make sure that the antidote was still there. She would take it in an hour. She would propose a toast to the deatheaters and her master on their numerous victories over the years.
********
One hour later:
Hermione stood in her chambers and downed the vial of the foul tasting antidote. If this doesn't work, I will still be taking them all with me. She fingered the small pendant again, "I do this for you Severus, My love." She swept from her chambers and to the great hall.
She took her spot at the table and with a wave of her wand filled each and every wineglass with the poisoned wine. She gazed around the room and then at voldemort who stood next to her. "I propose a toast. To our Lord, Voldemort, and his many victories over the years."
She raised her wineglass as did Voldemort and all of the deatheaters. She took a long drink of the velvety wine as did everyone else, including voldemort. "To our Lord," voices called out.
She set the glass down noting that voldemort had nearly finished his wine. "Let us bring out the entertainment now, so that we may feast our eyes on them. No one touches them until Voldemort has picked his lovelies out." A large cage pushed by a hundred house elves was brought to the large space in the center of the room.
A dozen scantily clad girls stood huddled together. They were all crying, Mione felt sorry for them but didn't show it, "Let the feast begin."
TBC
A/N: Okay so this isn't quite like the Good Doctor but it's still kind of creepy. I know the Mione (hermione) is OOC but that's part for the story more or less. And as for grammar I usually like all of my other stories write in the wee hours of the morning.
The um steamier scenes aren't as steamy as I normally make them but c'mon folks it is Mione and it is Voldemort. The same goes for Lucius and Mione. Also it's all a sham, she needs to seem the willing participant. This is purposely a vague story.
But thanks for the reviews all, I am glad you like the plot. This will only be a short story four chapters at most.
She remembered the day that Hogwarts was attacked. Voldemort and the deatheaters caught them all by surprise. He ordered none of them killed but placed into cells made on the quidditch pitch. She was thrown in with a dozen other young women. She wasn't even supposed to be at Hogwarts, she had graduated.
Mione had been there only to see Severus, and to make arrangements for her teaching assignment there the following term. It was Severus who had taken to the cells, and It was also Severus who had first taken her to Voldemort's Bed.
She had been the third girl pulled from the cells, and the last. Voldemort found her amusing and untiring. He let her live, provided she could kill and dispose of her friends. She had done so unquestioningly. Her teachers came next. Then after Voldemort had had her in his bed three weeks and had named her his mistress, she asked for a final life. She remembered the day as if it were yesterday instead of two years ago...
***
Two years ago:
"My lord?" Hermione wore a skin tight shift of green silk. She waited patiently for Voldemort to acknowledge her presence.
"Yes, my pet?" He turned to face her, his pale skin had a slight greenish cast to it. He would have been handsome had it not been for his entire being being evil. As well the various methods used to keep him alive before he regained his body.
"I ask for one more kill, For my amusement," She said smiling, inside her heart was breaking at the thought of what she was about to say.
"Who? You have no one left, all of the students teachers and even the beloved Harry Potter has died by your hands." He was curious as to whom his little pet wished to destroy in her private chambers.
She turned and pointed, "Him," She pointed to Severus Snape. He grew pale and tried not to look scared.
"Severus?" Voldemort looked at him, "I suppose he has outlived his usefulness,"
"Thank you my Lord," She kissed his hand and gave Severus a small cruel smile, "Come you, don't make it difficult for yourself,"
****
She relived that night every time she slept. She knew she was the only one left, the only one who could make any bit of a difference. The whole wizarding world was afraid of the Dark Lord.
She decided that she need to keep up the appearance that she was an all to willing follower to Voldemort. She got up and left her chambers and headed to where she knew she would find a bit of amusement.
****
Lucius watched meekly as Mione strode into his chambers.
She had full run of the castle and there were few places she was not allowed, if any. "Lucius, Pet, where are you hiding?"
He stepped out from behind the door, "Here," He looked at her beautiful body, "Is there something you need?" He refused to look into her fiery eyes.
She stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Comfort," She kissed his cheek, "Voldemort is too busy for me,"
Lucius swallowed hard, she had done this to him many times before. more often than not she had left bruise gouges cuts and scrapes on him afterward. But he could not resist her, not after Narcissa had left him. He knew she usually went after his son, Draco, as well. "Comfort?" he said too afraid to caress her warm body, for fear that this was a trap set up by his master.
"Voldemort knows what I do, he knows that my favors are rarely given to his minions. He lets me have my own amusement, I let him have his."
Lucius kissed her gently at first, allowing himself the time to savor her touch. Mione as in no mood for gentleness and led him to his bedroom. She pushed him back onto the bed, "I told you I wasn't a child any longer,"
********
Mione left Lucius' chambers slightly sickened with herself, she told herself that if Severus were there he would have done what he had to to get them to stay quiet. Even if it meant sleeping with the enemy.
Mione glided down to the dungeons and to the carefully warded potions room. She felt her throat tightening every time she walked into the room. She walked to the bookshelf and slid back a small panel inside were several small green bottles sealed with Muggle sealing wax.
She took all of the bottles and slipped them into the bodice of her dress. She picked up a book from the shelf incase one of the Deatheaters waited outside if the room as they often did. She closed the panel and walked from the room.
She couldn't bear to be there longer than she absolutely had to. She was flooded with memories of her and Severus. The last time they had been together had been in the potions classroom. It had been over a month after Voldemort had taken over the school and several weeks after he had announced that Mione was his new Mistress. She had already killed her friends, teachers and numerous others by then.
She had held the potion vial to his lips, it was the only way to protect him, they both knew it. He downed the bitter potion and gazed into her eyes. It would be a matter of minutes before the potion took affect and only moments later when she had to report to her Dark Master.
Then they had both cried; she knowing what she had to do, and he knowing it had to be done. Her last words to him were: 'I'm Sorry,' and his last to her were, "I'll still love you'. The potion took affect and Severus slumped to the ground.
******
She walked back up to her chambers. The deatheaters in the halls pressed themselves against the sides of the walls as she passed. They did not wish to be on her bad side, they only wished she would favor them with a caress. She had done this several times much to the amusement of Voldemort. She shuddered at the thought of the things she had done for the Dark Lord, and of the things she had done with him.
Hermione entered her chambers and walked into her bedroom. Thankfully Voldemort had never slept in her bed. He preferred his own dark chambers. She set the bottles down close to her jewelry box and sat on the edge of the bed staring at the fine white crystals inside.
Inside two of the bottles was an extract so potent that everyone at the feast could be killed a hundred times over. The third bottle was an antidote, taken before ingesting the poison, it would cause only a mild discomfort then it would disappear. at least that was what it was supposed to do; it was untested.
The extract was taken from the venom glands and blood of a basilisk. The basilisk Harry had killed in his second year to be exact. The blood and venom had been mixed then dried for thirty days then added to a pure alcohol base for another three to six months, the final steps were the distilling then crystallization of the resulting liquid. It was odorless, colorless and tasteless. It was the perfect poison.
The result was fourteen grams of a crystalline powder. That will be enough, she told herself.
She fingered her pendant again and sighed, I do this for you Severus and I do this for all of my friends.
She hid the bottles in her bodice again and headed down to the kitchens to arrange for the feast. The house elves worked tiredly. Soon my friends, she silently told them. "We must prepare for a grand feast all of the deatheaters will be attending as well as Voldemort and myself." the elves nodded and set about preparing for the feast that would be in two days time.
*******
That night Lucius came a fetched her for Voldemort. He waited patiently at the door while she prepared herself. She walked with him, he acted as her silent guard. They said nothing about what had happened in his chambers. He was just a servant, she could use him as she saw fit.
Lucius knocked on the large oak doors leading to Voldemort's private chambers, "Enter," The doors opened and Mione walked in by herself.
"My dear girl, Come here," She walked over to the shadow shrouded bed where Voldemort waited. She braced herself for the violence to come. She slipped her bodice dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She nearly gagged when she saw the green pallor of his naked body.
********
two days later:
Mione walked through the wine cellars. She had picked the best vintages she could find. Carefully and with the aid of magic she opened each bottle and dropped no less than three of the crystals into each one. She resealed each bottle and set each bottle onto the floating wine cart. A hundred bottles of the finest wine all laced with the deadliest of poisons.
She floated the cart up to the great hall and set the bottles on the tables she took the one with the most poison in it up to the head table where she voldemort and lucius would sit.
She patted the bodice of her blood red gown to make sure that the antidote was still there. She would take it in an hour. She would propose a toast to the deatheaters and her master on their numerous victories over the years.
********
One hour later:
Hermione stood in her chambers and downed the vial of the foul tasting antidote. If this doesn't work, I will still be taking them all with me. She fingered the small pendant again, "I do this for you Severus, My love." She swept from her chambers and to the great hall.
She took her spot at the table and with a wave of her wand filled each and every wineglass with the poisoned wine. She gazed around the room and then at voldemort who stood next to her. "I propose a toast. To our Lord, Voldemort, and his many victories over the years."
She raised her wineglass as did Voldemort and all of the deatheaters. She took a long drink of the velvety wine as did everyone else, including voldemort. "To our Lord," voices called out.
She set the glass down noting that voldemort had nearly finished his wine. "Let us bring out the entertainment now, so that we may feast our eyes on them. No one touches them until Voldemort has picked his lovelies out." A large cage pushed by a hundred house elves was brought to the large space in the center of the room.
A dozen scantily clad girls stood huddled together. They were all crying, Mione felt sorry for them but didn't show it, "Let the feast begin."
TBC
A/N: Okay so this isn't quite like the Good Doctor but it's still kind of creepy. I know the Mione (hermione) is OOC but that's part for the story more or less. And as for grammar I usually like all of my other stories write in the wee hours of the morning.
The um steamier scenes aren't as steamy as I normally make them but c'mon folks it is Mione and it is Voldemort. The same goes for Lucius and Mione. Also it's all a sham, she needs to seem the willing participant. This is purposely a vague story.
But thanks for the reviews all, I am glad you like the plot. This will only be a short story four chapters at most.