A/N:I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting but I've finally finished chapter four. I hope you like it and thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far :
Hermione stood on a balcony over looking a dark and beautiful lake. It was late night, the air warm, and she sighed as sense of peace washed over her. Suddenly a pair of arms encircles her waist but unsurprised she leans back into a warm solid form. The person behind her moves her hair to place kisses along her neck. Hands travel the length of her body following every dip and curve. She spunk around to have her lips pressed against another's and her eyes closed. The kiss was soft and languid and Hermione reached up to hold onto the person. A single finger trailed down her side, along the inside of her thigh and across the spot that made the girl arch and moan.
The kiss was broken but Hermione's eyes stayed closed as she felt breath by her ear. "I can make you feel again Hermione. I can give you pleasure to overcome the pain of all the loss you've dealt with. All you have to do is become mine, my witch. I want to watch as you writhe and arch under me. I can give you things you've only dreamt of, Power, Respect, and Pleasure. What do you say to that?" "Please take me!" Hermione moaned as the finger moved over her again. A soft chuckle was her only response and she opened her eyes to the dying light of the fire in her room.
The dream was pushed back as her stomach roared with hunger. Hermione stood up from where she'd fallen asleep on the loveseat. She grabbed her bathrobe and wand looking around only to find Crookshanks missing again. She left the room and made her way through the dark hallways to the kitchen Draco had showed her that day. It had to be at least midnight she thought as she passed one of the few windows. She pushed open the door to the kitchen only to find Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy sitting at the table staring at her and she back at them.
Hermione shifted in the uncomfortable silence and spoke, "You guys like eggs?" She moved towards the stove behind them and summoned a few eyes. They nodded and remained silent as she cooked and then made coffee. She sat in the middle of the table with Snape at one end and Lucius at the other. "If I may, Granger, you could have contacted any Order member or Potter for that matter whenever you Withdraw from yourself. Yet you have not why is that?" Snape asked sipping his coffee his eyes dark, endless boring into her own.
" I love Harry and Ron but I want them to learn a few things. That they have to grow up and shouldn't depend on me to do the logical work, that they /Need/ me and that I won't always be there. Also I have no clue where we are and if I contacted anyone Harry would have a meltdown and try and find me instead of----- helping the…uh Order"
"How is it that after six years of torture you still manage to befriend Draco? You even cursed me to stop me from killing him." Hermione looked over to Lucius. "Mr. Malfoy have you ever met your son? Do you know anything about him? You've never talked to him like he was a person like you are with me asking my opinion about your son like I'm a human not a 'Mudblood' or I'm lower than you. You people need to get over the whole 'I am Pureblood better than you crap' because if you really are inbred and I'm not saying you are that will hurt your kids in the future, Muggle or Wizard.
"Draco has realized that. He understands that we're all people who have to try and get along or at least fake it so we don't blow the world to hell and ourselves with it. We're all human, we all have faults." Lucius looked at her for a moment then replied, "I think this 'realization' calls for Firewhisky!"
Three A.M. found Snape and Lucius pretending to be a bit drunk and Hermione, who'd been pretending to be a lot drunk, now actually slightly drunk. "Ya know what. I think we should go and wake-up old Voldie-poo and play a great game of Exploding Snap!" Hermione slurred a bit more loudly than she meant to. "I do think it's time for bed. We shall escort you, Miss Granger." Lucius said suddenly standing up. Snape agreed and Hermione rose as well. They walked back to her room and paused outside the door. Hermione, never having had that much to drink in a short span, looked up at the men and said shyly and in a whisper, "You could come in if you want." 'Are you insane?!? What in Merlin's name are you doing girl. No—Listen to me don't tune me out—Hermione!' Her mind raged at her. Both Death Eaters had become sober and blinked at her. She was in fact sober enough to retract her offer she just chose not to.
They followed behind her and stood as she placed her wand at an angle on her desk whispering. "Probably trying to make sure we don't steal it." Lucius snickered to Snape. They looked up to her Hermione draped over the plush red chair; legs swung over one side looking at them. It was then they noticed she'd removed he4r bathrobe and was now wearing only an extra large black t-shirt the stopped mid-thigh. Lucius' mouth dropped a bit and Severus growled. "Tsk, Tsk, you two, blood of the innocent enemy and all that. Sorry about that." Lucius growled very loudly when she said that but Snape put a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Miss Granger, we're men not stupid. I know as well as you do that means you have an innocent heart. Never killing just for fun, never having malice or hatred in you heart. You don't have to be innocent in that respect." Hermione smiled at his slow self-assured drawl. "Mhm indeed you are correct but rape doesn't count. If I were innocent like that I'd be of no use to Lord Voldemort. The men exchanged a look that clearly read 'Rape explains a lot.' But this went ignored or unnoticed by Hermione. "But no matter if you don't want to stay…" Here she grabbed her bathrobe only to have it snatched away the next second. All it took was a simple kiss and Hermione lost herself to sin and alcohol. She woke up a few hours later to see Snape one her left, next to the wall his legs tangled in hers, and Lucius on her right holding her possessively.
Hermione woke the next morning…alone. A note sat on the pillow next to her it read; "Mudblood, we had a lovely time must do it again. Lucius. Hermione, thank you for all the information you gave us. Too bad you don't know where Potter is going or what he is up to but what a lovely chat, Severus." The memories came flooding back; after shagging her senseless they'd questioned her and she'd answered them to tired to think. Hermione remembered giving them a load of bull and almost nothing to go on and she smiled. She got up and dressed before walking over to her wand to begin work, no one messed around with her and didn't regret it.
Hermione sat in the loveseat talking to Voldemort about the potion when Snape charged into her room pulling her up by her arm, Lucius trailing after him. "What do you think you are doing?" He roared. Hermione regarded him with a bemused expression. She opened her mouth to speak when Voldemort cut her off, "I was under the impression that she was talking with me." He hissed. Once he made the Vow he no longer wore his hood and Hermione watched the annoyance flicker across his features. Both Snape and Lucius dropped to their knees kissing the hem of his robes.
"What has my witch done now Severus?" Hermione glared and was about to tell him that she wasn't a bloody prize or possession in no uncertain terms when she remembered what she'd done. Snape paused to glance at Lucius, and then handed over a copy of the many parchments Hermione hand hung up around the headquarters. It had been the image her wand had captured the night before, her in between Severus and Lucius. She was kissing Snape and Lucius hand his face buried in her hair. She'd simply removed herself pushed them together and had the words 'Forbidden Love' flashing above and below the picture.
She caught sight of it and giggled. Voldemort examined the picture while asking, "Was there any reason for this Granger? Hermione reclined on the loveseat. "Yes the shagged me for information while I was Drunk. I am not a witch to be tricked." She said calmly. "That's because you're a Mudblood." Lucius sneered. "And you're an inbred prick." She snapped and moved for her wand, but a look from Voldemort stopped her. "I will take care of Miss Granger. Dismissed." Both men smirked at her and she rolled her eyes. "You seem so comfortable here, in my presence." He commented taking in her laid back position. "You seem to forget that you are still my captive and slave and should act as such." "Just because I haven't broken all the wards and gotten the hell out of this place doesn't mean I can't." She snapped.
Hermione found herself on the receiving end of the Cruciatious curse and Voldemort smirked. He saw her mouth open but instead of the expected scream a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. It felt like a thousand knives cutting into her flesh with out the blood loss. The feeling was so familiar to her; the fading scars on her upper thighs a testament of fury at herself, at the world. She hadn't cut herself since starting Hogwarts and had forgotten the feeling. The curse stopped and as she lay panting Voldemort entered her mind and saw the memory that caused her to take pleasure in her own pain.
A/N: Well I hope you like this chapter. I know its a bit of a cliffy but I want you all to suffer. Please let me know what you think of this chapter by Reviewing. I would like at least 5 reviews if not more before I post the new chapter. Thanks for reading.
Layla