DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!

Kidnapped

Chapter 12

(a/n: sorry, internet's been out, that's why it took soooo long)

Hermione lay asleep between the two Slytherins, who were holding a hand each and gently caressing her face with their other appendage. She smiled lightly in her sleep and nuzzled each of their hands in turn.

"Milord, what will you do now?" Lucius asked, looking at the man opposite him.

"I am already brewing a potion that will regenerate me back to my young self." He said, seeming to have planned the answer.

"Ahh." Lucius said simply. "What will happen to our sleeping beauty now?"

"She will be ours."

"Ours, milord?" he asked, confused by his Lord's wording.

"Yes. True, she will soon be my wife, but I will allow you to share her with me, with her consent of course." Voldemort explained, running his finger up her arm.

"Of course, milord." Lucius said, looking down to Hermione.

"Is that a tone of sarcasm or of disappointment?" the Dark Lord hissed.

"Slight disappointment, milord." Lucius answered truthfully. "I know that she is yours but I . . . . . ."

"I know." Voldemort said, seemingly understanding.

Hermione arched a little, making both Slytherins look at her. She opened her eyes and smiled up at the men lying next to her. They both smiled back at her, and Voldemort picked up her hand and kissed the palm of it. Lucius did the same, but not as confident.

She noticed but didn't say anything.

"What happens now?" she asked, sitting up, only to be pushed back down.

"Well, first of all, as I got the honour of your cunt last night, Lucius will get to fuck you instead." Voldemort whispered in her ear, making her moan slightly at the dirty words.

Lucius looked at his Lord with a confused look on his face, but he got only an inviting look back.

"Well, shall we begin?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, milord." Lucius said and climbed over Hermione, who had Voldemort sitting behind her, like Lucius had last night.

Lucius looked at her for a few moments, but then pulled away.

"I can't do it." he said.

Hermione looked at Voldemort, who was as equally surprised.

"What?" she asked.

"I can't shag someone if it goes nowhere."

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, sitting up.

"He's jealous because I'm not going to let him fuck you again after this." Voldemort translated, leaning back against the headboard of the bigger-than-a-king-size bed.

"Why not?" Hermione asked Voldemort.

"Because the prophecy must be corrupted with our marriage. And I do not take lightly to sharing my prized possessions." Voldemort hissed at her.

"I'm not a possession." She hissed back and climbed out of the bed. She grabbed her underwear and bra and donned them, as Lucius pulled on his trousers.

"Merlin's sake." Voldemort sighed, grabbing his robes. "You two are being very childish." He scolded, not that they were listening.

"Do we care?" Hermione snapped, pulling on her jeans.

"Watch your tone, Hermione." Voldemort sneered back. "Remember: I'm not yet married to you."

"And you won't be if you keep this up." Hermione cheeked back.

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm saying that I won't marry you if you keep acting like this." She screeched, walking over to Lucius, who was fastening his shirt buttons. "Can I go and see Harry?" she asked him, ignoring Voldemort's presence.

"Milord?" Lucius asked Voldemort, who was fuming by now.

"Get out. Both of you." he hissed.

"Come on." Hermione said to Lucius and the pair left the room.

Voldemort let out a frustrated growl. He rolled up his robe sleeve and pressed the tip of his wand to his Dark Mark. "Bella."

A few moments later, Bella Lestrange entered the room.

"Milord? You called for me?"

"Yes, Bella. Come here." He ordered, leaning against the wall.

She closed the door behind her and walked over obediently to her Lord and Master.

"Yes, milord?"

"Get on your knees."

"Yes, milord." She said, robotically, and obeyed.

"Oh, Bella." Voldemort sighed. "My most loyal."

"Milord?" she asked, confused by his praises.

He ignored her, raised a hand and caressed her cheek. She flinched at his gentleness, but then lifted a hand and placed it on his.

"You return my touch?" he asked her.

"Yes, milord." She answered calmly.

"Get on the bed."

"Milord?"

"Just do it!" he hissed. Immediately, Bella stood up and sat down on the bed. "Strip."

"Milord?"

"Do it!" he shouted. Within a minute, she was naked. He sauntered over to her and kissed her so lightly that if her eyes hadn't have been open, she wouldn't have known he would have done it. He kissed her softly a few times, waiting to hear her response. She said nothing, just gave a gentle "Hmmmm" of approval. She closed her eyes and he kissed her again, once more so lightly.

The kiss showed lust, so this was just a one off thing. He kissed her again, a seconds pause, again, half a seconds pause, again and after a second or two, he slipped his tongue across her lips, awaiting access. She was a little hesitant but agreed.

After he slid his hands down from her face and onto her back, she gently placed her hands on his chest. One of his hands slid down to her butt and as he gave a gentle squeeze, she gave a little yelp of surprise which was silenced by the squeaks of the mattress as he gently pushed her over onto it.

He gently climbed onto her, putting hands both sides of her shoulders. Bella leant into his kiss and slid her hands onto his hips, onto the rim of his shirt and then pulled the black top over his head.

She flipped them over and straddled his hips and placed herself above his member which, to her relief, was hard. He flinched a little when she traced her fingertips over it, and it instantly hardened. She leant forward and passionately kissed him. Whilst doing so, she lightly ran her fingertips over his well muscled chest and left faint pink lines. She fiddled with his belt buckle and smiled in the kiss when it came open with a satisfying clink.

He flipped them over, straddling her. He kissed her again and she aided in his removing of his trousers.

He lay her back down onto the pillows and kissed her neck. She broke away from his kiss and pulled down his boxers to reveal a hard member. They were both completely exposed now and Voldemort started on her neck again, sliding down to her breasts. She slid her arms around his neck and pressed her chest against his.

"Hey." He said. "We'll have none of that." He gave a little evil laugh and gently pushed her back down onto the pillows. He leant down and traced his tongue down her flat stomach. She emitted a little giggle and flipped them over. She placed herself on his hips, purposely missing him, and thrust her hips forward and back a few times, wearing an evil grin on her face. As he raised his hands to her hips and tried to slowly push her back onto him, she lightly slapped his wrists and said: "Hey! We'll have none of that!" they both wore a grin and he lay back on the pillows, putting his hands under his head, admiring the beauty on top of him.

She slid him into her. As she began to gently pump up and down, he slid his hands up her legs and onto her hips, enabling her to move more freely. She threw her head back and let off a long quiet moan of pleasure.

Voldemort sat up a little and placed his tongue on her stomach, causing her to look down and be engulfed in another passionate kiss. Their moans were muffled and as he slowly turned them round, she gave a little chuckle as he tickled her stomach lightly. He pulled away from her face and pushed into her again. She put her hands on the back of his neck as he sped up. He bent forward and started to suck her nipple whilst massaging her other breast and giving gentle squeezes. They both gave a little moan. He drew away, knelt up, gently took her hands and pulled her up to him.

"What are you doing?" she asked quietly through gentle laughs.

"Shhh. Turn around." He whispered back.

She was confused but turned around, her back pressed against his chest. He traced her hip line with the back of his hands and gently pushed her onto all fours. He leant forward and applied his tongue to her clit. She moaned in pleasure and in slight pain as he pushed into her. She gripped the sheets beneath her and he gripped her hips. He gave hard pushes for several minutes before collapsing onto her and she gave way under him.

He put his hands out to avoid crushing her and she turned onto her back. They lay in this position, panting for several minutes before he leant down and kissed her.

"Thank you, milord." Bella said, respectfully.

"Yes." He said, regaining his normal breathing patterns. "Get dressed. And, then go. And tell no one what just happened."

"Yes, milord." She answered and obeyed him.