A/N: Welcome to my newest story! I really hate long A/Ns at the beginning of stories but I feel this one needs it— Especially since FFN doesn't allow me to tag.

This story will deal with darker themes than you are used to seeing from me. TriDogDad gave me this idea for a sixth year Death Eater Hermione story and I ran away with it. Due to the age of the characters, I have made adjustments to canon so this story is AU and takes place 2 years after the Battle in the Dept of Mysteries but keeps many canon events from the 6th book/movie.

While this story is darker for me, it is not one of those dark stories that will mess you up for years to come. I tried to balance the dark with lighter themes.

That being said: It does contain some fucked up shit. I do flag some of the more triggering content in the body of the story, but not all of them. I have chosen only to flag things that are the most common triggers, but since triggers vary per person, I am not able to flag them all. Please read the tags and if you have questions, let me know.

Hermione will seem OOC to most of you. Please remember this is AU and there is a reason I wrote her the way I did. As the story progresses, you will see why.

This is a Sevmione end game but be advised that he is not the only person Hermione is with and it takes a few chapters until Sevmione happens.

Now that that's out of the way, this story is over 150k words (which is fucking crazy) and fully written. All the kudos to my team for being amazing! I made major revisions over the last week and this story would not have happened without each of them. Thank you all for being understanding when I posted then took it down.

Now that my long-ass A/N is over, here we go! Enjoy!

03 July 1998

Severus Snape knew something was wrong. He had been called to Malfoy Manor for a Death Eater meeting. That wasn't unusual as he was frequently called over the summer when he wasn't teaching. What was strange was that after the meeting, his brethren had made their way towards the ballroom but the Dark Lord had stopped him before he could follow. The fact that Bella had left the meeting early was the most concerning part. He didn't trust her at all.

The year and a half that Bellatrix had spent in Azkaban after being arrested following the Battle of the Department of Mysteries had been quiet for Severus. Due to the fact that she, her husband and brother-in-law, along with Lucius, Cantankerus Nott, Crabbe Sr, Avery, Jugson, and Rookwood had all been arrested it put a large kink into the Dark Lord's plans. And his pocketbook.

The Ministry had frozen all of their Gringotts accounts and since they were the financial backers for the Death Eater movement, all of the Dark Lord's plans had come to a screeching halt for the last two years. The Dark Lord had moved into Malfoy Manor, and whilst it was still lavish, his ability to recruit by showing off how rich and powerful his followers were was no longer a possibility.

Not that Narcissa and Draco were poor beggars. If someone didn't know their vaults had been frozen, they wouldn't be able to tell based on how they dressed and acted. The Ministry had given her and Draco a nice monthly allowance they could draw from but it wasn't enough to fund the operation. The Dark Lord had not asked them to sacrifice their pittance, choosing to live in their home instead.

Over the next two years, after a very quiet infiltration of Magical Law Enforcement, Yaxley had been able to improve life in Azkaban for all those who were Marked Death Eaters. Then, six months ago, he had been able to secretly secure the release of each one of their followers except Lucius. The Dark Lord was still punishing him for not retrieving the prophecy but Severus knew he would be out soon. The Ministry, happy to let the Dementors have run of the prison, still didn't know that they had released the Death Eaters.

Once Bellatrix was out of Azkaban, the Dark Lord had become more brazen. Before, there had been small skirmishes between the Death Eaters and the Aurors or the Order of the Phoenix every few months. In the last six months, they had increased to at least once a month.

She always returned from them in a good mood. What concerned him the most had been her attitude at the meeting just moments before. There hadn't been any conflicts in two weeks and yet she was almost giddy with excitement.

"You may leave for the night, Severus. Your brothers want to have fun and I know that carnal delights are not something you like to partake in," Voldemort told him.

"Thank you, my Lord," he said, dipping his head. "Watching the celebration after Draco was Marked last week was enough excitement for me."

Severus' mind flashed back to the week before. It had been painful to watch his godson be marked as a Death Eater. Severus might have willingly chosen to become one when he was just a few years older than Draco, but he had regretted it for years. He'd spent his time since then trying to redeem himself. He could tell that Draco was torn between being proud of being chosen and terrified about what he had just gotten himself into.

Of course, his godson had gotten over that fear pretty quickly when Voldemort presented his newest follower with three women who were naked, willing, and ready for him. Severus had needed to use all his Occlumency shields to keep his cock from getting hard at the sight of the four of them pleasuring each other.

It wasn't that he didn't like sex, he just didn't like the fact that some of his brethren didn't care if their partner was willing or not. And even though the women with Draco were more than willing, that didn't mean every woman there was. They may not be fighting, but that was because most Death Eaters had no problem casting the Imperious Charm.

Severus may be a lot of things, but a rapist was not one of them.

It didn't help that Draco was just eighteen… had been eighteen. The Dark Mark was a powerful piece of magic and the receiver needed a stable magical core in order to maintain it. Regulus Black had found out the hard way when the Dark Lord had tried to Mark him a few days after his seventeenth birthday at his mother's insistence. He had been deathly ill for almost the entire summer and his magic never fully recovered.

It wasn't until the Black family healer explained that whilst people came of age at seventeen, their magical core wasn't fully matured until they were twenty-one. Once he told them that the Dark Mark wreaked havoc on an unstable core, they understood what had happened. Regulus' had been damaged beyond repair and the once-powerful heir to the Black family had become magically and physically weak.

The Potion Master Severus had apprenticed under was the one to find a solution. He created an ageing potion that did more than just superficially age the drinker like the standard one. This one made your brain, body, and magical core age as if you had lived those years. The man had been a half-blood, like Severus, and had explained that the magical core was a lot like the human brain; it took longer to mature than the body did. But unlike Muggles whose brains didn't finish maturing until they were in their mid-twenties, all magical and mental growth was done by twenty-one in anyone with magic in their veins.

The potion was only offered to the Dark Lord's most promising candidates because not only were the ingredients hard to come by, you had to have an above-average magical ability to withstand the rapid changes. The Goyles had offered their first-born when he was just seventeen and he had not survived the process.

Severus had brewed a new batch the previous month at the Dark Lord's insistence. He had required two phials and Severus tried not to think about who else would be taking it. He knew it wouldn't be any of his current Slytherins. Pureblood notwithstanding, with the exception of Draco, they were not powerful enough. Draco had been sick for two days as his mind, body, and magic aged almost two full years.

"I have given the young Malfoy a job to do, Severus. Should he fail to complete it, I expect you to finish it for him. Draco is not as ruthless as his father was and I have my doubts, but he is eager to please me."

"What is the job, my Lord?"

"Surely you know that Dumbledore must be killed. It will happen. If Draco can't, you will. Won't you, Severus?"

"If that is what you ask of me, my Lord, I will do it."

"Let Draco attempt it first. But if it is not done by the end of the school year, see that you handle it."

"Yes, my Lord."

So that is why Voldemort had convinced his Ministry lackeys to push through the new policy the year before.

Before Fudge had been forced out of office, just months after the prophecy debacle, he had signed a new decree that officially established Hogwarts University. Previously, once someone had completed their N.E.W.T.s, that was the end of their government subsidised education. W.O.M.B.A.T.s, the basic magical aptitude tests, were given at any time at the Ministry, but now, R.A.V.E.N.s were required for all jobs at the Ministry, St Mungos, and any entity that received any government funding.

In essence, if you wanted a job, you had to sit for your R.A.V.E.N.s. And the only place you could take the required courses was at the new Hogwarts University. The course study for the Rigorous Academic Validity Exam Needed — dumbest name in testing history in Severus' opinion — was similar to what students had been experiencing as Hogwarts N.E.W.T.s. students. They still lived in their same dorms, just with more floors added for the incoming classes. They still wore similar uniforms, the only difference was that the badge on their chest was a purple crest with a raven.

They even had the same teachers. The new requirements had only been implemented the year prior and the Ministry had only made it mandatory for students graduating in ninety-seven and after. All Professors had been required to take on one additional class for the R.A.V.E.N. students. And in the upcoming year, they would add another class for the 'incoming class.'

Severus had hoped that Dumbledore would fight against the new policy, but the old man had enthusiastically agreed. He would bet all the gold in his vault that the Headmaster only did it because he knew Harry Potter wanted to become an Auror and that meant two more years at Hogwarts where Dumbledore could keep an eye on him.

That also meant Severus had two more years of dealing with the little shit and his two sidekicks.

With that depressing thought on his mind, Severus was ready to leave Malfoy Manor but knew better than to walk away before he was dismissed.

Voldemort placed his cold hand on Severus' cheek before brushing his black hair from his face. "It really is too bad you aren't interested in sex, Severus. I would love to see this face in the throes of passion."

The Dark Lord gave him a calculating look that sent a shiver of discomfort down his spine. That meant he was planning something and Severus wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was. Pushing the apprehension behind his Occlumency walls, he nodded to Voldemort again.

"Maybe one day you'll change your mind, Severus. Until then, I have another request of you."

"My Lord?"

"I have a few potions I require. I will send Wormtail to your home to assist you as they are needed as quickly as possible."

"Wormtail, my Lord?" Severus sneered. He didn't want that rat anywhere near him and especially not in his home.

"You're not complaining are you?" Voldemort asked. If he still had hair, his eyebrow would have been cocked.

"Of course not, my Lord. I admit I detest the vermin. I know he is skilled in potions, but I prefer to not have him in my home."

"I know, but I still have need of him and he has the nasty habit of shifting into his rat form and it bothers Nagini that she can't eat him. You will do this for me."

"Of course, my Lord."

"Good. He is waiting for you at the gates when you're ready."

"He didn't want to stay for the festivities?"

Wormtail was disgusting and even though none of the people that attended the Death Eater parties would touch him, he liked to watch and wank. Sometimes even coming in people's faces without permission. It was vile.

"Of course he did, Severus. But he is being punished and is not allowed to attend. Plus Narcissa has requested he leave her home."

"I see."

That meant Narcissa had caught Wormtail trying to watch her in the shower again. Everyone knew that Narcissa was off-limits when it came to sexual exploits unless she approached you first. Even with Lucius in Azkaban, the rest of the Death Eaters knew better than to even approach her. It wasn't that Lucius had forbidden her from seeking pleasure from the other Death Eaters, it was that Narcissa knew she was better than the rest of them and didn't want to sully herself. She had high standards and wasn't afraid to hex the shit out of anyone who tried to touch her.

"I will have your potions to you as soon as possible, my Lord."

Severus walked out of the door and down the long drive towards the gates of Malfoy Manor. His mind was racing wondering what potions the Dark Lord would require this time. He had already created a highly complicated brew that broke down Occlumency shields and made the drinkers susceptible to memory modifications. Severus had thought the potion was for him, especially because Voldemort had requested such a large batch, and had created a failsafe. One drop of his blood in the cauldron during brewing and the potion would work perfectly on anyone but Severus.

But it had been more than a week since it was completed and still, he hadn't been forced to drink it. Normally when the Dark Lord requested something like that, it was used right away. Maybe Voldemort suspected someone else was less than loyal.

Due to his own Occlumency and ability to lie under pressure, Voldemort had not suspected him since he had returned to his body three years before. After telling him that he'd been late arriving at his re-birthing party so he could ensure he was still able to spy on Dumbledore, the Dark Lord had trusted him explicitly.

Deciding that if it was important, Voldemort would tell him in time, Severus pushed it from his mind. He needed to focus on the potions he would be making for the Dark Lord and the ones the Order required. And maybe find a way to place rat traps around his house to accidentally kill the vermin that was waiting for him a few feet away.

Hermione stood in front of the full-length mirror in Malfoy Manor and ran her hands down the strapless white dress Bellatrix had purchased for her. It was pristine and she was suddenly grateful that she had sent Crookshanks to live with Remus at the end of her fifth year. She still missed her cat, but his ginger hairs stuck to everything. Plus, she didn't want to have to worry about her little monster breaking things at the manor, or eating Wormtail. She didn't think the Dark Lord would be happy if one of his followers became cat food.

Bellatrix and Hermione had been secretly corresponding for months before the older witch had shown up at her house to bring her to meet the Dark Lord. Her core ached when she thought about Bellatrix. The letters they'd shared had started innocently enough but it wasn't long until they became racier and Hermione was determined to have the witch.

And tonight, she would finally have her Mark and her mistress.

The process to get her ready to be Marked had not been the easiest. Bella had explained that she needed to be older, at least twenty-one to take the Mark. Hermione had never heard that magical cores took so long to mature and she was looking forward to reading more about why when she returned to Hogwarts for her R.A.V.E.N.s. She only had a fuzzy memory of being sick from the potion as it matured her. Luckily she only had to be aged a little over two years so the process wasn't as horrible as it could have been, according to Bellatrix.

"You look beautiful, pet," Bella purred into her ear, coming to stand behind her. "I can't wait to have you."

Bellatrix reached down and slipped her hand under her knee-length skirt. Hermione moaned as her fingers reached her uncovered pussy and ran her fingers over the damp lips. She slowly slipped one finger inside.

"Your cunt is so tight. Are you wet for me or were you thinking about someone else?"

"Only you, Bella."

"Show me."

Hermione met her eyes and allowed her Occlumency shields to drop. There was no way Bella would be able to see if she didn't. She'd been perfecting her mind magic since she first learned about Occlumency from Harry in their fifth year. Hermione pushed fantasy after fantasy at her lover, images she'd created of all the things she wanted to do with the older witch. Next, she pushed memories of herself in her bed, fingering herself as she screamed Bella's name. Her walls tightened around Bella's digit and she cried out in frustration when she suddenly pulled it out.

"You can't come yet, pet. Our Lord wants you wet and wanting," Bella purred in her ear.

"But… I want you," Hermione whinged.

"I know. But it is time to meet our Lord, pet. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Bella. Take me to him."

She didn't pay attention to the Manor as she made her way to the ballroom. Nothing mattered but finding the Dark Lord and finally receiving her Mark. She followed Bellatrix into the large room and allowed her eyes to roam the people that lined the walls. They were all in black robes and their faces were covered in silver masks. Only she, Bella, and The Dark Lord had their faces uncovered. She had thought there would be more Death Eaters than this, but they didn't matter. Tonight was about her, Bellatrix, and the Dark Lord.

"Come, my child," Voldemort spoke, motioning for her with his hand. "Kneel before me. I have gathered my most loyal Death Eaters to watch you join our fold tonight."

Kneeling before him, she tried to fight the tremors that shook her body as he walked around her, appraising her. Her stomach was in knots and if she didn't know how excited she was, she would think she was scared out of her mind. Bellatrix came up behind her, laid a hand on her shoulder and Hermione instantly relaxed. This is what she wanted. And to be Marked in front of the Inner Circle was a high honour.

"Are you ready to be Marked? To have my magic brand your skin? To pledge your loyalty to me?"

"Yes, my Lord," she answered him clearly.

He looked her over once more, then walked away, moving to sit into a large chair. "Come sit on my lap, my child. I will give you what you desire."

Standing, she walked towards him and arranged herself on his lap. She was a grown woman but it made her feel like a child meeting Santa for the first time. Her skirt rode up, almost exposing her sex to the room. She went to adjust it when his hand gripped her wrist lightly.

"Don't cover yourself, my dear. Bella has told you how this will go?"

Hermione shook her head then stopped, the memory of Bellatrix's letter coming to her mind. "Yes, she did."

"Tell me what will happen. What you want to happen."

"You will place your Mark on my arm," she said confidently. "The imprinting of your magic on my body will be painful. Bellatrix is going to help distract me by…"

"Don't be shy, Hermione. Tell me." His voice was low and gravelly.

"She will distract me by bringing me pleasure as you Mark me."

"That's right, my child. Are you ready?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Come, Bella. Play with your pet as I make her one of us."

"Yes, my Lord," Bella said quickly.

Hermione leaned back into Voldemort's chest, stretching out her left arm and gripping the arm of the chair with her right. Bella caressed her thighs, spreading them so they were on either side of the Dark Lord's legs. She half-closed her eyes as the older witch kneeled between their legs and lifted her skirt, exposing her to the room.

"Such a pretty little kitty, pet."

Bellatrix's breath ghosted over her pussy, and she shivered, trying to pull back slightly until Bella's tongue slipped between her folds. Moaning, Hermione let go of the chair to wrap her fingers in Bella's hair and pulled her head closer to her cunt. Two digits pushed into her pussy and she bucked her hips, groaning loudly. Her eyes closed and she felt the Dark Lord's hand on her breast. The tongue between her thighs was circling her clit before Bella's mouth surrounded the bundle of nerves, and sucked.

"Tell me when you're close, my child," Voldemort whispered in her ear. "I want to time your Marking with your peak. Are you close?"

She could feel his erection poking into her arse and she shifted, wanting to pull it out and sit on it.

"Now, my Lord," she exclaimed, her body on the edge as Bellatrix continued to eat her cunt with enthusiasm.

Voldemort pressed his wand into her flesh as she cried out her release. "Morsmordre!"

Pain ripped through her arm and mingled with the ecstasy coursing through her body. It was like nothing she had ever felt before and her whole body contracted with the dichotomy of it. She opened her eyes and looked at the black skull and snake contrasting against her tan skin. She yelped as Bella sucked on her oversensitive clit.

"Bella! Give your pet a break," the Dark Lord snapped. His tongue licked her ear. "You look beautiful with my Mark on your arm. If you're a good girl, I can send pleasure through our connection. If you disobey, I will punish you. Tell me you understand and thank Bella for licking you."

"I understand, my Lord." She turned towards Bella who was still kneeling on the floor between her spread thighs. Reaching down, she ran her hand over the hair she had messed up earlier, smoothing it. "Thank you for licking me and making me come, Bella."

"You're welcome, pet." Bella stood up and kissed her before running her tongue over Voldemort's lips. He didn't kiss her back, but instead told her to be patient and she would get a turn to pleasure her Lord later. He tucked his wand in his sleeve as she walked away and ran his white fingers over Hermione's arm, close to her Dark Mark but never touching it.

"Would you like a taste of what I can give to you?" His words were spoken quietly against her ear, his cool lips moving against her with each word. "A little preview of what I do to good little girls?"

"If it pleases you, my Lord, it will please me to receive it."

"They told me you were smart." His fingers lightly touched her Mark and desire flooded her body, causing her already sated pussy to roar back to life and start to weep for more from him. "I bet I can make you squirt without ever touching your sweet cunt."

"Please, my Lord!" she whimpered.

His hand gripped her hair and pulled so her head was resting on his shoulder. Hermione shivered in excitement as he pulled the top of her dress down and her already stiff nipples contracted more in the cool air of the ballroom. Gripping her left wrist, he pulled her arm up, twisting it and setting it on the top of her head so her Dark Mark was facing him.

"Oh fuck," she moaned as his tongue darted out and lightly dragged across the sensitive flesh.

If Bella eating her cunt had felt nice, the Dark Lord licking her Mark was like nirvana. Each flick of his tongue was like a shot of electricity to her clit. Her hips began to move, fucking the air as he continued to lick her Mark. His cock was hard against her back still and she wanted to beg him to fuck her but she knew better than to ask. You didn't ask Voldemort to fuck you; he told you if you had earned the right to.

The tension in her body wound tighter and her muscles all seemed to contract as she felt her orgasm drawing near. It was as if a million tonnes of pressure were building up inside her body. Every nerve in her body seemed to be firing, focusing solely on her dripping core. He flattened his tongue and licked the whole length of her Mark and the dam inside her broke.

She cried out in rapture and shock as her cunt contracted and a gush of liquid left her body, splashing to the floor. Her breathing was heavy and her heart was pounding in her chest as his oral assault of her arm slowed. Dropping her arm from where it was resting on her head, he tweaked her nipples a few times before pulling her dress back up.

"Thank you, my Lord," she breathed out, her voice hoarse.

"Now that you know what I can give you, you'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" he asked.

"Yes, my Lord."

"Good. Now, I want you to pick one of your new brothers to bring you more excitement. Tonight is all about welcoming you. Do you have one in mind?"

Hermione ran her fingers over the purple scar that ran between her breasts. "I want Dolohov. He owes me some pleasure after the pain he caused me."

A large man stepped away from the wall and made his way towards her. He pulled his mask from his handsome face and tossed it in the air. It enlarged as it spun, becoming a feather bed as it hit the floor.

"Sorry about that spell, printsessa," Dolohov said. His accent was heavy, reminding her of Viktor. "But you know how things are. Plus, it's been two years, time to move on. Come to me."

Crawling off Voldemort's lap, she kissed the snake ring that wrapped around the ring finger of his left hand, kicked her shoes off, and moved to stand in front of Dolohov. He was so tall her eyes met his chest as he pulled her towards him. He lifted his hand and ran thick fingers up her arms before tracing the scar he left on her body.

"You make my spell look sexy, printsessa." Wrapping his hands around her waist, he lifted her like she weighed nothing. His nose dragged against her skin, his inhalation noisy before he licked her purple mark. "Fuck, you taste good. Tell me you want me."

Setting her down, Dolohov gripped the top of her dress and ripped it down the middle. With no straps to hold it up, it fell to the ground and he held her at arm's length to take in her naked body.

"Antonin, I want you. Fuck me, please," she begged.

"On your knees. Get me ready."

He ran his wand down his robes, opening them to her. His cock was already rock hard and larger than Viktor, or the other men she had been with. She knew she was wet enough to take it and her mouth watered as a drop of precum fell from the tip. Opening her lips and stretching her jaw, she leaned forward and licked the clear fluid from his weeping hole.

"Fuck, printsessa," Antonin growled. "Suck my cock like the good little whore you are."

Taking him in her mouth, she relaxed her throat the way she had learned to years ago. Being the child of dentists meant she was taught from an early age to suppress her gag reflex. Viktor had been happy to learn that and had introduced her to the joys of deep throating. And she had practiced on her Muggle neighbour the last two summers. But her last lovers had been gentle. Antonin was anything but. He grasped her by the back of the head and pushed until he hit the back of her throat. Moaning, she gripped his thighs, trying to pull him in deeper, to take him further down her throat.

"Dolohov," she heard Voldemort say, "you are to be pleasuring her, not the other way around. Show your new sister how good it feels to be a Death Eater."

"Sorry, my Lord. I got carried away." Antonin pulled out of her mouth and ran his hand down her cheek. "Lay down on the mattress, printsessa."

Shifting, Hermione laid down and bent her legs, planting her feet on the mattress and allowing her knees to fall to the side, opening herself up to him. He pushed the open robes from his body and she let her hands rub over her hard nipples as she took him in. His muscles were defined and the magical tattoos that covered his body shifted with each breath he took. Her hand moved lower, her fingers circling her clit.

Smirking, he reached down and turned the mattress so her exposed cunt was facing the rest of the room, putting her on display for her fellow Death Eaters. Antonin moved, settling his body down behind her and pulling her into a seated position, her back resting against his chest. He hooked her legs over his and then moved to tug on her nipples causing her to moan.

"Before I fuck you, I want to give our brothers a show. I want them to watch as I make you come all over my hand. Would you like that?"

"Yes!" she cried out. Her mind was flooded with desire and she wanted nothing more than to do as he asked. "Make me come."

He bit her ear before whispering. "Play with your tits as I finger you, slut."

Dipping her fingers into her soaking core, she covered them with her slick and rubbed her cream into her nipples. She smirked as they glistened in the light of the chandeliers. She knew people would be shocked to know the bossy little bookworm had a hidden exhibitionist side, but the truth was — she loved it. Looking around the room, she took in the people surrounding them. Their eyes were locked on her body and their hands were under their robes, slowly moving.

A deep groan left her body as Antonin's hand finally touched her cunt. His fingers were thick and rough, the feel of them on her sensitive clit was so different from the way her own small fingers felt. He pushed two digits into her core and she closed her eyes at the stretch.

"Fuck, printsessa," he growled into her ear. "Your cunt is so fucking wet and tight. I'm going to tear you apart when I fuck you. You want that don't you."

"Yes! Please, fuck me."

"You have to come for me first." He used his other hand to pinch her clit before swiping over it softly. "And then I want you to beg for my cock. Beg me to fuck you— to ruin your cunt. Look around us."

She opened her eyes again. All around the room her fellow Death Eaters had opened their robes. Cocks were out and being stroked. A few females were fingering themselves. All of them were turned on by her pussy being rubbed in front of them. She was torn between wanting to fuck the thick cock pressing into her lower back and begging the men to stand over her and cover her with their come. The idea of so many men painting her body with their release was too much for her.

Twisting her nipples until it was painful, her hips lifted off the mattress and she screamed out her orgasm. She felt the rush of fluids leave her cunt, drenching Antonin's hands and the mattress below. A few grunts sounded around the room, mixing with the echoes of her own noises.

She moved quickly. Shifting from sitting between Dolohov's legs to kneeling, her knees next to his hips but her back still pressed against his chest. She wanted to fuck him and keep herself on display. Wanted her brothers and sisters in the Dark Lord's inner circle to watch as his thick cock split her open.

"Fuck me, Antonin!" she yelled, making sure the entire room could hear her. "I want your cock. Please! I'm begging you."

"Yes! But tell me what I want to hear," he demanded. "I want them to hear you say it."

"Ruin my cunt with your cock. Please!"

"Such a good little whore."

He lined her opening up with the head of his cock and pulled her down onto it, filling her completely until he slammed against her cervix. She cried out from the mix of pleasure and pain, her new favourite sensation in the world. He was so thick her walls burned. He gripped her hips tighter and moved her up and down on his dick like she weighed nothing. He used her body to fuck himself like she was a toy for his enjoyment alone.

Her cunt was leaking, the loud sound of his cock moving inside her echoing around the ballroom. It was so perverse and she revelled in it. Knowing he had a hold of her, she grabbed her tits again, painfully twisting and pulling on her hard nipples. She opened her eyes to watch the wanking around the room. One by one, the men before her came, their essence landing on the floor at their feet. Their eyes were all trained on where she and Antonin's bodies met.

"Come for me, slut!" he barked. "Come on my cock. Now!"

As if he had given her permission, her body tensed and her world went black as everything in her released. She felt another rush of fluid leave her pussy as Antonin roared behind her, jet after jet of his come painting her insides.

She heard more of her fellow Death Eaters coming around the room but she paid them no mind. All she could focus on was the way her pussy was contracting around the slowly softening cock that was still deep inside her.

Eyes still closed, she jerked as she felt lips engulf her swollen clit. Stubble from the face brushed against her pussy lips. Part of her thought about opening her eyes, but she didn't even care who it was as long as it felt good.

"You were perfect, printsessa," Antonin whispered in her ear, kissing her neck between words. "Your cunt is so tight. I want it wrapped around me every night. Let anyone lick you all you want, but tell me you're mine."

"Sorry, Dolohov. My body, mind, and magic belong to the Dark Lord."

Hermione whimpered as the person between her legs began to flick their tongue over her bundle of nerves. Another orgasm rippled through her and she pushed the face away.

Between the orgasms and receiving her Dark Mark, she was exhausted. She heard Voldemort tell Dolohov to carry her to her room and she drifted off to sleep as he picked her up and began to walk.

A/N: I told you it was not my normal style!