05 July 1998

Hermione awoke the next morning still wrapped in Draco's arms. She had startled when she first woke up, unsure where she was before the memories rushed back to her. Flashes of green light followed by getting fucked hard and fast against the wall played in her mind over and over again and she felt herself get wet.

It wasn't that she found the idea of fucking in front of corpses sexy, it was the memory of the raw power that flowed through her and the way she and Draco burned off their excess energy. And even when he was blitzed out on lust, he had still made sure she came. It was rare to find anyone their age — their previous ages or their new ones — that wasn't just chasing their own release.

She had just rolled over to wake Draco up with her mouth on his cock when a light knock sounded and Narcissa entered, causing her to sit up. Her eyes roamed over the bed and she gave Hermione a small smile. It wasn't the accusing look that a mother might give a woman of lesser birth that she'd been expecting so she smiled back.

"Now I know where my son went off to," Narcissa said, her tone light. "I always wondered if he liked you. You featured in many of his letters over the years."

Hermione gave a small laugh, got out of the bed and wrapped her dressing gown around her. "Being who I am, Draco and I never got along. I'm not sure what changed. My blood status hasn't."

Narcissa gave her a strange look that she couldn't interpret before her face calmed. "Why don't you get ready for the day and we can talk about that. I will make sure my son is out of your room."

Hermione emerged from her shower ten minutes later and the small elf from the day prior, Willow, was there to dry her off and straighten her hair with magic. The outfit on the door was similar to the one from the day before and she idly wondered if there was anything in her wardrobe that wasn't black, lace, or leather. She had no idea why Bella dressed her like this when she and Narcissa both wore dresses, even if they were very different styles.

Opening the door, she saw Narcissa had a tea tray and breakfast items set out on the coffee table between the two sofas in the corner of her room. Draco's mother looked like a member of the royal family in her demure structured dress and hair perfectly styled. She was the exact opposite of her sister and the way Hermione was dressed.

"Come join me, dear," Narcissa said, standing as Hermione drew near to the sofas. "How do you take your tea?"

"One sugar," Hermione told her. "Thank you."

Narcissa nodded. "You wanted to know what's changed that has made my son like you I believe?"

"Yes, please."

"It is simple, Miss Granger." Narcissa hesitated, another unrecognisable look on her face. Hermione almost thought she was going to say something else, but the older witch coughed lightly and straightened her shoulders. "The Dark Lord has accepted you as one of his own and therefore we accept you. If our Lord thinks you are worthy enough to join him, who are we to disagree?"

"I'm still not sure why he accepted me. I am everything we stand agains–"

"Surely you remember discussing this in the letters with my sister?" Narcissa's voice was tight and Hermione wondered if maybe she wasn't a fan of Bellatrix's. She was confused by Draco's mother. She seemed to be struggling with something and was simultaneously supporting everything the Dark Lord wanted and looking like she disapproved.

"Of course," Hermione answered.

As soon as Narcissa mentioned the letters, they came back to her. She had written to Bella months ago asking for her help. She'd overheard Crabbe and Goyle talking after their Defence N.E.W.T. about how some of the Death Eaters from the Department of Mysteries, including Crabbe's father, had been let out of prison and it had prompted her to reach out to Bellatrix. Hermione loved Harry but didn't want to be a member of the Order. As much as she might want to believe that good always won, she'd seen too much to believe that Dumbledore was actually a good man. And if she was going to work for a cause, she might as well back the more powerful of the two. She wanted to be on the winning side.

"Has anyone warned you about Wormtail yet?" Narcissa asked, moving the conversation from Hermione's concerns to gossip about the inner circle. She seemed to relax as talk moved from their cause to light conversation.

"I know he's a rat," Hermione offered.

"In more ways than one."

The two women chatted for a long time about all the small social things she would need to know to be a successful Death Eater. She showed Hermione her dressing room which was fully stocked with black and dark grey clothing but also held her school trunk that was filled with all her possessions from school and home. She looked at the knit jumpers and denims and decided that whilst she was in the manor, she kind of liked dressing in the clothes Bellatrix had picked out for her.

Even if it meant her nipples were always on display.

Hermione was in her room reading a few books Narcissa had sent up for her after their tea. She gasped as her Dark Mark burned for the first time since she'd received it. Looking at her forearm, she was shocked to see that her skin looked no different than it did when it wasn't burning. Fully healed, her Mark was jet black and looked exactly like a Muggle tattoo. Except for the pain radiating from it. Knowing it wouldn't stop until she was with Voldemort, she put her mask on and made her way from her bedroom down to the ballroom.

The room was empty of everyone but the Dark Lord, Draco, and Peter Pettigrew and her heart began to pound. Had she and Draco done something wrong the night before? The Dark Lord had seemed pleased with them before he dismissed them for the night. Her knees shook as she approached the group at the other end of the room.

"Come, my dear," Voldemort greeted her, extending his hand to her. "We have things to discuss. And I have a gift for you."

Her heart rate slowed at his words and her knees stilled. If he was giving her something, she must not be in trouble. She reached the place he was standing and kneeled before him. He let her stay there for a moment before telling her to rise. He began to pace the room as he addressed them.

"First, I want to discuss the matter of you two returning to school in September."

"My Lord?" Hermione felt like her stomach had just dropped out of her arse.

Her education was important to her and she'd never even considered that he might not want her to go back. Plus, with the new policies, if she wanted to work anywhere even remotely connected to the Ministry — which was everywhere in the magical world — she would need to have taken and passed her R.A.V.E.N. courses. She was sure that once they won the war, her exam results wouldn't matter, but it would be suspicious if she gave up on her education just days after telling everyone that she was excited to return.

"I can feel your anxiety, Hermione," he told her. "I want you to return. An educated follower is more valuable to me than an ignorant one. And until we fully take over, I need you and Draco to be seen following the Ministry policies. I have given Draco an assignment. For now, he is not to tell you what it is. But I want you to help him in any way you can."

"Yes, my Lord."

"And now for your gift." Draco stood up straighter next to her and Hermione did the same. "As you know, when I summon you, I expect you to arrive at my side instantly. All you have to do is touch your wand to your Mark and Disapparate. Now, I understand that you both have your license but you haven't travelled that way much, is that correct?"

"Correct, my Lord," they answered in unison.

"I am very skilled at Apparation, and I can do so soundlessly. Because you have some of my magic in your body through my Mark, I am able to allow you to access my skills. This will help enable you to perfect your ability to Apparate quicker and quieter than normal." He turned and motioned to Peter. "I am a busy man and your other brothers and sisters are working hard on our mission. I have asked Wormtail here to teach you. He may not be as powerful as the other members of the Inner Circle, but he will suffice."

She was excited to learn to Apparate silently and didn't hesitate to agree to it. Having to be taught by Wormtail wasn't what she wanted, but she could deal with it if it meant being able to appear and disappear at will with no one knowing.

In order for Voldemort to give her access to his abilities, he performed a complicated piece of Legilimency where he transferred his own memories of learning to Apparate and muffle the sound into her head. Armed with that knowledge, he was sure they would be proficient by the end of the day. Dismissing them, they followed Wormtail out of the ballroom and towards the front doors of the Manor.

"I can't believe we have the rat teaching us," Draco sneered. They were following Peter towards the front gates and had lagged behind. "He's the least powerful of all the Death Eaters, including us. And we still have two years of university to complete."

"He can't be that weak, magically," Hermione interjected. "He did become an Animagus when he was much younger than we are now. That takes skill."

"So you're saying you like him?"

"Not at all. But my personal feelings don't change facts. He was able to turn into a rat and even tricked Dum..." Hermione trailed off, a thought suddenly occurring to her. Increasing her speed, she left Draco behind and caught up with the ex-Marauder. "I need your help."

Peter's eyes brightened at her words and he nodded enthusiastically. He reached out with his silver hand and touched her arm. "What can I do for you, clever girl?"

Hermione shuddered at the use of the moniker he'd said to her in her third year and stepped just out of reach. She might need his help, but she didn't want him to touch her.

"As you heard, I am to return to school in the autumn. Even though they are calling it Hogwarts University and we are taking new courses, the castle is the same. Harry will still have the Marauder's Map with him. How were you able to hide yourself from it? Fred and George never saw you on it."

"All it takes is one drop of blood on the map once a month," he explained. "Then it will show you where you should be, not where you are. Since I wasn't supposed to be at Hogwarts, I didn't show up."

"That is a perfect loophole. Who came up with that?"

"Sirius. He didn't want us to know when he was sneaking into the other dorms."

"Sounds like him."

They walked in silence until they reached the gates. Hermione wasn't sure what she'd expected, but she was surprised when Wormtail led them from the gates into the woods that surrounded the property on that side. She really needed to see about different footwear. Stilettos were fine in the manor, but it was going to be hard trying to walk in the woods in them.

"The manor has wards, so you can't Apparate on the grounds, but we're outside of them here. There is a large open area we will be using. It's protected enough that we won't be seen by any passing Muggles." Peter walked into the trees and Draco shrugged before following after him leaving Hermione to bring up the rear after transfiguring her shoes into flats.

Hermione walked back into her bedroom at the manor and flopped onto the soft bed, kicking her shoes off. They had spent a few hours in the woods but she and Draco could now Apparate mostly silently without issue. They'd even tested travelling outside of the clearing and into a side street that was, luckily, deserted in nearby Swindon.

While she wasn't perfectly silent, the crack of her arrival and departure was quieter than Draco's, so she was happy with it. If she was in the Muggle world, no one would even notice it. It would be harder to hide in the quiet magical areas like Hogsmeade or by the Burrow, but she was confident she could make do and perfect it in no time. Plus, both of those places always had a breeze and the sound of it blowing in the trees would mask most of the noise.

She had just glanced at the clock on her bedside table and thought she might have enough time to take a power nap before dinner when the door to her room opened and The Dark Lord walked through. She went to get up from the bed when he stilled her with his hand and moved to join her. She was still unsure how to act around him but decided a nod in his direction was sufficient unless he told her otherwise.

"Wormtail tells me you and Draco were successful," he stated.

"Yes, my Lord," she answered. "Your memories were most helpful."

He nodded. "We need to talk about your role in my ranks, my dear."

Hermione listened as Voldemort laid out his plans for her over the next few months. She was saddened to hear that he planned on sending her to the Burrow to spend the rest of her summer with the Weasleys, as she normally did. She loved her friends but she wanted to stay at the manor with him, Bellatrix, Draco, and Narcissa. He gave her hand a light pat and reminded her that he had a reason for sending her away.

He moved up the bed so he was lounging against the headboard and motioned for her to sit between his legs. It was odd to see someone so feared in their world relaxing in bed and even though she wouldn't tell anyone, she doubted they would believe her. She leaned back against his chest and his fingers ghosted over her stomach before he dragged his hand down her vest, splitting the lace open. Pulling her torn fabric aside, his long fingers began to lightly tug on her nipples.

"The manor won't be the same without you prancing around with your tits on display for me. Your skin is so soft," he whispered, his mouth drawing out each s to make the sound linger a hint longer than normal. "Tell me, do you like it when I touch you?"

"Yes, my Lord," she whispered back, not wanting to disturb the quiet moment.

She'd never once thought about him as a sexual being. She'd first heard about him in the books she read when she was eleven and preparing for school. Then over the years, she'd heard tales of how powerful and terrifying he was. Ginny had told her that his former self, Tom Riddle, had been handsome and charming. But she'd seen nothing of that charm when she saw him at the Ministry.

Now that she had met him, had been touched by him, she knew she'd been wrong before. He was one of the most charming people she'd ever met. With just a few words, everyone scrambled to follow his lead. And the way he had brought her to orgasm with nothing more than his tongue on her arm was enough to soak her knickers just thinking about it.

His right hand slid down her body, opening her trousers and making its way under her lacy knickers. She could feel she was already wet just from the few touches he'd bestowed upon her. His fingers found her clit and began to rub circles around it.

"Is your cunt always so wet, Hermione? Or is this because you spent the day with Wormtail. Do you desire him?"

She held back the wave of nausea from his words. "Neither, my Lord. I'm wet from your touch, not from spending time with Wormtail. To be blunt, I have no desire to be touched by him."

"He has asked me to gift you to him. Said he has desired you for years. You would not like that?"

She shuddered in his embrace. Even through the fog of lust that his touches were creating in her head, she knew there was no way she'd want Wormtail. "I will do what pleases you, my Lord, but I would prefer to not be with him."

"I've watched you get your pleasure from Bella, Antonin, and Draco in Bella's memory. You've come from my tongue on your Mark. What if I told you I desired you to be with someone you might not like?" His fingers increased their speed on her clit and he tugged on her nipple the way she loved, causing a quiet moan to escape. He pushed two fingers into her dripping core, moving his thumb to her clit. "Would you do it, do him, for me?"

"Yes, my Lord." Her hips began to rock against his hand, chasing her release. "Wh– who, my Lord?"

"One of my most faithful servants. I feel he is lonely and I think this tight little cunt between your thighs is just what he needs."

"Yes, my Lord. I will go to him now."

"Not now. Now I want you to come for me. Cover my fingers and then, since you've been so good, I will give you my cock. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, my Lord!" she cried out. "Please."

His fingers left her nipple but she didn't even have time to miss the feel of it before his hand wrapped around her left forearm, fingers pressing into her Mark, and a jolt of pure desire shot through her body causing her to come. He moved his fingers slowly in and out of her, bringing her back to earth. Pulling them out, he slipped them in her mouth and she used her tongue to clean them, loving the way she tasted on his skin.

"Such a greedy little slut. Beg me for my cock."

"Please, my Lord. Please fuck me."

"No, witch," he breathed out, his voice strained. "I want to hear you say my name."

"Fuck." Her body was rocking against his, her hips trying to find any friction as she humped the air. "Please, Lord Voldemort. Please fuck me."

He groaned and their clothes were gone in an instant. Lifting her hips up, he positioned his cock head at her entrance then allowed her to slowly sink down onto him, getting used to his size with each inch that entered her. Her legs were draped over his thighs and she couldn't get the traction she needed to bounce on him the way she wanted, so she began to rock her hips. Twisting in small circles, the head of his cock massaged her G-spot.

"I can see why Antonin has been bragging to your brothers about fucking you, witch." His hands were on her body again, he led one of hers to play with her clit before gently grabbing her breasts. "Your pussy is so tight around me."

"You feel so good in me. Better than him. Better than Draco."

"Better than all the other men you fucked?"

"Yes!"

"And you'll fuck more men for me, won't you? You'll be my little whore? You'll let me reward your brothers with your cunt, won't you?"

"Yes, my Lord. My body is yours to do with as you like."

She was so close to coming. Her fingers were wet with her arousal and she brought them to her breasts, knocking his fingers away to cover her nipples with her juices. His hands were back on them in an instant and she arched her back into him.

"Are you close?" he asked her, his voice thick. "I can feel your cunt tightening around me."

"So close, my Lord."

He began to move his legs, pushing up into her with each swirl of her hips. Her body began to tense as she became closer and closer to coming.

"I want you to fuck Severus."

The idea of fucking Snape, her professor, was so taboo and sexy that it was too much for her. His declaration pushed her over the edge and she cried out, screaming Voldemort's name, as her pussy began to contract around him. She felt his hips thrust into her one last time before he stilled and his come filled her pulsing channel.

"Yes, my Lord." Her breathing was heavy as she answered him.

He kept himself inside her as he explained to her that she was not to reveal to him that she was a Death Eater and that she must keep her Mark glamoured at all times unless he told her otherwise. His cock slipped out but he used his fingers to work his come back inside her, fingering her slowly as he told her she was to act normal but spy on Harry and report back to him.

She asked why she needed to when Snape was already spying on the Order and he brought her to another orgasm as he explained that Severus did spy on the Order and Dumbledore for him, but he needed information on Harry and she was the best for the job. She didn't hesitate to agree.

"I will give you so much pleasure for your service, witch."

She nodded that she understood, forcing her eyes to stay open whilst he was still in her room. He slowly lifted her off his body and cast a charm on himself, cleaning and redressing himself.

"Take a shower, then join us for dinner, Hermione." His voice had lost the huskiness from before and he was all business.

Answering in the affirmative, she waited long enough for him to leave her room before crawling out of bed and heading towards the shower.

10 July 1998

Hermione spent the next few days in the manor library with Draco learning as much about the Dark Arts as she could before she had to leave to spend the rest of the summer with the Weasleys. She had written to Ron after she'd met with the Dark Lord about his plans for her. She was looking forward to seeing her friends again, but she also didn't want to leave the Manor. There was nothing wrong with the Burrow but it didn't have the library that the manor had, and she would have to conceal her Dark Mark.

Plus, in the six days since she'd been Marked, she'd already gotten used to having sex daily and loved it. Maybe she could convince Ginny to sleep with her. They would be sharing a room. But if not, Voldemort had promised her that he would summon her a few times late at night until she had to leave for Hogwarts University to get updates on Harry.

Her thoughts turned to her best friend and she began to feel apprehensive. Could she really spy on him? They were like siblings, and wasn't it wrong to break his trust like that?

Her breathing started to speed up as anxiety filled her at the thought of what she was doing. She was going to betray Harry and he would never forgive her if he found out. And what if she had to fight against him? Against Ron, Ginny, or any of the other people in the Order? Would she even be able to cast a hex on the people she loved? The door to the library opened and Bella walked in. She took one look at Hermione and pulled her into her arms.

As soon as they touched, Hermione began to breathe easier.

"You need to calm yourself, pet," Bella cooed. "Drink this calming draught. It will help."

Nodding, she took the phial and drank it in one gulp. It must have been a modified draught because it tasted different, but she pushed the thought from her mind as she began to calm. Bellatrix helped her lie back on the sofa and pressed her hand on the side of Hermione's head, pushing her hair from her eyes.

"Look at me," Bella commanded and she obeyed without hesitation.

She felt Bella enter her mind, the gentle caress of her magic in her brain and she felt all of her fears about returning to her friends start to melt away. She was Hermione Granger, and if anyone could be a spy for Voldemort, it was her. She didn't need to doubt herself. Everything she was doing was going to help their side win. When it was time to face her friends in battle, she would be ready.

She smiled as Bella slipped out of her mind then began to fondle her body.

Hermione already knew Bella had something important to talk to her about. Whenever she had something on her mind, the older woman liked to talk about it as they fucked. Her clothes were gone in an instant and Bella began to kiss down her body.

"Pet, I need you to do something for me," Bella said, her lips centimetres from Hermione's core.

"And what would that be?" she asked.

"I want you to spy on Snape for me."

Hermione grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up her body so she could look Bellatrix in the eyes.

"If the Dark Lord wanted me to spy on Pro–"

Bella cut her off. "For me, not for our Lord."

"Bella…"

"I know the Dark Lord trusts him, and I am not questioning him, but there is something about Snape I don't trust. I think he's lying. I know our Lord has asked you to seduce him. I also know men tend to talk to the witches they fuck. Will you keep an eye on him? Tell me if he does anything against the Dark Lord's wishes?"

Hermione sighed but pushed Bella back down her body until she settled between her thighs. "I will watch him like I do any other Death Eater and if there is something that is concerning, I will talk to our Lord myself."

Bella smirked but didn't say anything, instead, she thanked Hermione with her tongue and fingers multiple times.

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