A cold, shrill laugh sounded through the room. "So," Voldemort began. "Isn't it terrific? I have had the joy of getting to know Miss Granger a bit more… intimate already. And then our dear Professor McGonagall came to join us, and of course I couldn't deny the chance of getting to know her better, too… However it gets somewhat boring after a while. Tonight would therefore be ideal for a change, don't you agree?" He snickered once again, and waved his wand, summoning Hermione to his feet. "I personally like it tight, and since only one of you could give me that…" Hermione shivered. Voldemort's laugh sounded once again. "No, dear," he said, "I have something entirely else in mind. You see, I never really had the chance to enjoy two women at once. I thought, why not take my chance?"
The Gryffindor's eyes fell shut, and her face immediately contorted with the effort it took to fight against the magic. It didn't change much. A mad smile formed upon Voldemort's features. "You see, even though the filthy Muggle blood that's running through Miss Granger's veins, one must admit that she's got a rather nice figure…for a Muggle. It would be quite a shame not to make use of it… I have done her a favor, really. When she first came here, she never had been touched by anyone – a virgin. Anyone with some dignity would have left it that way. I have taught her how to make use of that body." He snickered. "Draco says that she was rather a know-it-all. At least now she's learned to actually use that mouth of hers better. In the beginning she wasn't really cooperative, but now…"
Another wave of his wand, and Hermione was seated on her knees at his feet, mouth wide. She couldn't shut it, nor possibly turn away. A muffled, pained scream followed by a horrible gagging sound told Minerva enough. She intuitively turned her gaze down, realizing what Voldemort must have forced her to do.
A disgustingly shrill laugh echoed through the room, sending shivers up and back down the elder woman's spine. "Would you like engage, my dear?" he questioned. Minerva McGonagall's eyes rose to meet his, ablaze with icy blue fire even though her eyes usually were green in color. Voldemort roughly pushed Hermione aside, who fell down on the carpet coughing. Minerva's jaw clenched. She couldn't do anything but obey as Voldemort quietly summoned her to him, too.
He was going to take the very last bit of these women's dignity. Up until then they could have refrained from actively participating as he mercilessly abused them, and had his way with them in every manner possible. Remaining entirely passive wouldn't be an option anymore now, though. He would make sure of that fact this time.
"You know, Mudblood," Voldemort whispered. "You will be surprised to hear, but Minerva here was certainly quite something in her days. She however thought herself better than most, and only thought the great Albus Dumbledore worthy of sharing conversation with her. I wouldn't be surprised if she and old Dumbledore secretly fucked one another, every once in a while. Fucking one of his pupils would be about the best old Albus could get. Where is he now, though? He, like you," he said, now fully directing himself at Minerva. "was too weak to really seize his chance for power. Dumbledore got scared in the end, and turned into the famous goodie-two-shoes he'll be reminded as. He then became a pathetic Mugglelover, and weak. Weak!" he yelled.
"I'll be reminded as the most powerful wizard that ever existed!" he exclaimed. "You know, you could have been great now, too – had you gotten involved with me, and seized your chance for power together with me, at least." He then directed himself at Hermione again, as if he appeared to have forgotten about her up until then. "She turned down her chance, didn't want anything to do with me." His tone was strangely soft now. He turned over his wand between his lengthy, and bony, white fingers.
"That's never changed, Tom," McGonagall spat. Fire raged in his eyes, and Hermione intuitively curled up, afraid for his reaction. Voldemort duriously slapped the elder Professor's face, and Hermione immediately shrieked in response. Minerva however didn't show any sign of weakness.
"You see," he continued. "Lord Voldemort doesn't give second chances, and-" "You are no one's forsaken Lord, Riddle!" Minerva spoke.
At once, he reacted. "Crucio!" Minerva immediately began writhing in unbearable pain. "You will obey me!" he raged, then released the spell, and watched with a smile of satisfaction as she weakly slumped at his feet.
Minerva lay painting heavily at his feet, bravely looking up to look him in the eye. "Never."
"No!" Hermione cried, as Voldemort immediately raised his wand again, very likely to repeat his earlier curse. He turned to her again. "Do you care about her?" he questioned, his voice an inhuman sizzling sound. Hermione didn't reply. With a very easy wave of his wand both women were bare. Hermione intuitively reached up to cover up her cleavage, crossing her legs to hide her most intimate area from view. Minerva didn't do the effort. She didn't fight as he with another easy wave of his wand forced her legs wide open.
"Look, Mudblood! If you so much care about her, why don't you show her that? Fuck her." Hermione slowly eyed the Professor, and swallowed in fear. She knew just what happened if you didn't listen to Lord Voldemort…