DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!

Kidnapped

Chapter 11

(a/n: IM BACK ON!!! MY INTERNET IS BACK ON!! AND TO APOLOGISE FOR THE ... LONG WAIT - I AM UPDATIN WIV 2 NEW CHAPPIES!! everyone goes 'ooooooh' now ...)

Hermione sat in shock at Voldemort's sudden rage, his threat and then his out of the blue advice. "Get some sleep." He had said. Why, was all Hermione could think about.

She rubbed her still sore cheek and upper arm, and then lay down as soon as the skin had stopped burning. The soft silk blankets were a relief against her aching body from her torture session and she soon fell asleep.

A corridor came into view. It was stone, cold and damp. A corridor in Voldemort's castle. Hermione was dressed in a long black flowing silk dress, far past floor length, and small heeled shoes. The rhythmic click of her heels in the stone floor matched her heartbeat, racing and unnerved.

Hermione shot through the corridors, seemingly knowing where she was going. She came to a T-junction and turned left, into the stairwell.

She burst into the small room and stopped against the banister. She peered up the stairs. Nothing. But the footsteps behind her were getting closer. The voices of her chasers grew louder. She had no choice but to go down or up.

As she was about to run down the stairs, the door at the bottom of the stairs opened, and Malfoy's face came into view.

"Up there!" he ordered to his followers.

Hermione then started to run up the carpeted stairs, clinging to the banister, occasionally tripping over the hem of her dress. The door 2 floors below her, the door she had come from, burst open and Snape, followed by Draco and Rodolphus came into the room. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle met with the other 3 Death Eaters and they all proceeded to chase Hermione.

They were slowly but surely gaining on her, but, like her, they were tiring. She got to the top and exited the stairwell. She eventually came to a balcony, over-looking the hundreds of acres the castle was placed in the centre of.

The steps of her chasers got dangerously close. She climbed up onto the edge as the door blew open behind her.

"Get down!" Snape ordered, his wand pointed straight at her. "Get down, NOW!!"

"Fine." she simply said.

And she jumped off the balcony.

Hermione awoke with a start, uncomfortably warm, unaware of the body next to her. She panted uncontrollably, trying to steady her breathing and when she eventually did, she only just became aware of the fingertip idly skimming over the skin of the upper arm, which had a red mark on it, from when Voldemort had grabbed her harshly.

She turned over and found Voldemort lying next to her. He was on his side, bare-chest, his head leaning on his hand.

"Nightmare?" he asked, as if nothing was weird about the fact that he was in the same bed as Hermione.

"No." she lied quickly.

"Hermione, don't lie to me. It won't get you anywhere. You remember what I warned you about?"

"Yeah, I had a nightmare. And that threat was about trying to run away, not lie to you." She dared to cheek.

Voldemort just chuckled and pulled her closer to him. She fidgeted and tried to get away from him, but came back to back with Lucius, and he, too, had nothing on his torso. Why were Voldemort and Lucius in her bed? Well, in Voldemort's bed, but with her?

"What's going on?" Hermione asked, but Voldemort raised a finger to her lips.

"Shhh." He whispered, leaning into her. "Just relax." He pressed his lips softly against hers, causing her to emit a soft squeal, but she didn't pull away. Lucius, then, planted kisses all along her neck and shoulder. She moaned into the kiss that had now turned fiery, and as Lucius started to glide his hand lightly up her leg, ruffling her nightie she had been changed into.

Voldemort kissed down the other side of her neck and bit down, marking her as his. She moaned as Lucius rubbed the small of her back and traced his lips down her back. She lifted her hand to place on the back of Lucius' neck, and gasped as he gently took it in his palms and started to slowly suck its digits. She groaned slightly and let her eyes close in pleasure.

Voldemort's hand trailed down between her legs and massaged her mound slowly, causing her to moan loudly.

They suddenly pulled/pushed her over onto her back and Lucius kissed her ferociously, as Voldemort pulled down her underwear. Lucius started to pull her nightie up and pulled it over her head, and kissed her again. He pulled her bra off and she was left completely naked, amongst the half naked men.

Lucius kept kissing her, whilst Voldemort slipped under the covers. She didn't notice him until his hands were on her inner thighs and pulling them apart.

"What's he doing?" she murmured to Lucius in the kiss.

"Wait and see."

Then, something touched her soaked core. She gasped and arched as he started to kiss and lick her folds. Lucius pulled away from her lips and kissed down her chin, neck and finally onto her chest.

The pleasure was unbearable. She didn't know who to focus on: Voldemort at her core, or Lucius at her chest. But she did know that she shouldn't have been enjoying it. These were two men who hated her and wanted her, her friends, and her family dead. So, why were they doing this?

Reading her mind, Voldemort answered, through his mind also.

"Hermione, I am doing this because I love you. It sounds impossible, I know, but it is true."

"And Lucius?"

"He is doing this because he loves you also. He has since he saw you in the Department of Mysteries; he found your fight very impressive. And because I told him to."

"What's going to happen to Harry?" she asked randomly.

"He is going to stay in the dungeons. And you may be allowed to visit him, with supervision. We don't want a repeat of last night, do we?" he asked, removing his mouth from her core and replacing it with a finger. He kissed her inner thighs repeatedly and sucked on the flesh.

She moaned wantonly and arched as Lucius sucked her pert nipple.

"Yes, Hermione." Voldemort hissed into her head. "Don't think. Allow yourself the release." He commanded gently. "Give into us. Let us take care of you." he chided.

Lucius pulled away from her chest, got behind her and pulled her up into his chest. Voldemort came up from under the covers, his chin wet from her juices and he kissed her, pushing her own fluids into her mouth. She kissed him back and moaned as his member glided into her wet damp core.

Lucius held her against his chest the whole time, gently massaging her shoulders as his Lord pleasured his secret love.

When Hermione's orgasm finally struck, she screamed both their names softly and lay exhausted in Lucius' arms. Voldemort lay panting and sweating behind her, and they all fell asleep together.