A/N: Unpleasantness for random OC characters who won't be seen after this chapter!
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Watching Lord Nott be interred into the family's mausoleum, a few tears rolled down Hermione's face. She hadn't expected to be sad at Lord Nott's passing.
Tom squeezed her hand, a hand that had been drenched in virgin's blood the night before to amplify her powers. His witch's obsession with blood magic was intriguing.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Cantan." Hermione murmured.
Cantankerus smiled tightly. "Thank you, Mia."
Tightening his grip on her hand, Tom ignored what Cantankerus called her. He knew that calling Hermione 'queen' here would be counterproductive – Dumbledore was attending Lord Nott's funeral.
"Mr. Nott." Dumbledore eyed Tom. "Terribly sorry for you loss."
"Thank you professor." Cantankerus whispered, allowing his emotions to come to the surface.
"You father was a good man." Dumbledore continued like Nott hadn't spoken.
"Professor Dumbledore." Radolphus' father smoothly interjected himself. "What a surprise to see you. I haven't seen you since you defeated Grindelwald."
Tom and Hermione took the chance to slip away from the interfering professor.
"Could that man be any more obnoxious?" Tom asked once they had secluded themselves in his room.
Hermione nodded. "He could have brought his apprentice with him."
"Merlin." Tom shuddered, sitting on the bed. "They are gross."
"People could argue we're gross." Hermione smirked, before sitting on his lap and looping her arms about his neck.
"Yes, but we're gross in the 'we'll bathe in your warm blood' not 'let's have sex on a student's desk'." Tom chuckled.
Hermione grinned. "Did you know that the blood bathing in the blood of a virgin can make you more fertile?"
"I thought it increased your magical core."
"It does both." Hermione smiled softly. "It also helps a witch carry to term and negates birth defects."
Tom nuzzled her neck.
"It will also increase the magical core of our baby." Hermione murmured.
"What?" Tom jerked back.
Running her hand down the side of his face, Hermione smiled. "Not now, mea coluber. But later, when we're ready."
"I don't do kids." Tom scowled, remembering his days at the orphanage. "They don't like me."
"Ours will, because you will teach them magic and they will not be afraid of what you can do." Hermione assured him.
Tom nodded, pulling Hermione close to his chest. He hoped she was right.
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"I want to hurt something." Cantankerus announced the morning after his father's funeral.
"That makes sense." Hermione nodded. "You're hurting, so you want someone else to feel your pain."
Nott frowned. "And why would I be hurting?"
"You're father died, Cantan." Hermione smiled softly.
"I killed my father." Tom boasted.
Hermione shot him a glare. "Now is not the time, Tom."
Tom gave her an inquisitive look.
"It's alright, Mia." Cantankerus rubbed his forehead. "But I still hand to hurt someone."
"Mulciber." Hermione ordered.
"Yes, my queen." Mulciber rose to his feet, praying that he wasn't about to be tortured. "Any request?"
Hermione shook her head.
Tom looked around the circle. "Avery, Rosier, help him."
"Yes, my lord." They chorused.
"If they bring back girls, no raping." Hermione narrowed her eyes at Nott. "I mean it, none at all."
Cantankerus nodded. "Yes, my Queen."
Time Lapse
Near midnight, Mulciber, Avery, and Rosier returned with six muggles; four were young women and two were men.
"Some of you are going to have to share." Tom sighed, sounding put upon.
"Tom." Hermione smirked sultrily. "I'd like to share with you."
The muggles, who Avery had cast a silencing spell on, huddled together in fear.
Tom tapped under her chin. "And who else should share, Mia."
"Hmmm." Hermione stepped around him and started circling the muggles; running her fingers through their hair and brushing her hand across their shoulders.
A dark red haired reached out and grasped Hermione's wrist, her eyes pleading.
The resounding slap sent her crashing to the floor.
"That one's our, Tom." Hermione grinned ferally. "Nott, pick one."
Smirking, Cantankerus grabbed a voluptuous brunette by her hair.
"Cantan." Hermione warned.
"I know, my Queen, no raping." Cantankerus nodded.
"Dolohov." Hermione smiled at her favorite Death Eater.
The boy grabbed the older man – he was about thirty. "I want this one."
"Good choice." Tom smirked. "Every, Rosier, you two are sharing."
Michael and Clarence debated for a solid ten minutes before they pulled the smallest girl to her feet – she was 17, but only 5' 1".
"Lestrange." By now Hermione had grown bored and was examining her nails.
"Great." Malfoy muttered. He hadn't wanted to share, which was my Hermione was making him.
Radolphus quickly snatched the only girl left.
Grinning, Mulciber gently elbowed Malfoy. "We don't have to argue about who we get to play with."
Malfoy grumbled and let Mulciber grab their toy.
"Have fun boys." Hermione's feral smirk cased to muggles to open their mouths to beg, but no sound came out.
Tom, tightly gripping the red head by her forearm, pecked Hermione on the cheek. "What are we going to do?"
"Other than listen to our boys play?" Hermione grinned.
"Yes, Mia?" Tom rolled his eyes. "Other than that."
The red head shook her head and tried to jerk out of Voldemort's grasp.
Jerking her back, Tom dug his fingernails into her arm. "Fighting will only make it so much worse for you."
"But I like it when they fight, Tom." Hermione cooed, then quickly sobered. "Now, cancel the silencing spell, I want to hear her scream."
A quick flick of his wand canceled the silencing spell. "Well, Mia?"
"Oh, we're just playing tonight." Hermione grinned.
"Please." The red head begged.
Pursing her lips in a pout, Hermione gently patted the side of the girl's face. "What's your name dear?"
"Cacey." The girl swallowed. "What's… what's yours?"
"Cacey, that's a pretty name." Hermione smiled, ignoring her question.
Tom chuckled, bringing Cacey's attention to him.
Turning her green eyes to Hermione, Cacey whispered. "Don't let him hurt me."
"Tom, she thinks you're going to hurt her." Hermione leaned in and whispered against her ear. "Cacey, I'm the one that's going to hurt you."
Screaming, the girl fell to the floor as Hermione cast crucio on her.
"This spell is boring." Hermione sighed. With a flick of her wand she canceled the crucio.
Cacey curled into herself.
"Hmm, I wonder." Hermione murmured, slipping into the girl's mind.
"No! Please stop! No! No! No! No! No!" Cacey begged, backing away from the monsters Hermione implanted into her vision.
Tilting his head to the side, Tom observed the girl for a moment. "You're using Legilimency on her."
"You'd be surprised how many 'light spells' can be used for a darker purpose." Hermione smirked. "Even if Legilimency is borderline."
A particularly loud shriek from Cacey caused the witch to frown. Tom smirked. He enjoyed watching his witch in action.
Dark wisps slithered out of her arms. Hermione guided her magic toward the girl. "Open your eyes." Hermione sand. "Cacey, open your eyes."
"Best do as she says." Tom growled, but his eyes were sparkling.
Shaking, Cacey forced her eyes open and scream in terror. Inky, smoke-like tendrils were wrapped around Hermione's body and, seemed, to pool in a puddle at her feet; her irises had been completely consumed by her pupils and her hair crackled with energy.
Two of the dark tendrils snapped out and wrapped around the muggle's forearms – burning through her clothes and blistering her skin.
Cacey screamed in pain and reached out, grabbing the tendrils in an attempt to remove them from her body, only to have her palms burned.
"I wouldn't touch them if I were you." Hermione smirked. "They might burn you."
"You're a monster." Cacey sobbed. Her arm felt like it was on fire.
Tom snorted, before backhanding her across the face so hard he knocked a tooth out, causing it to skitter across the stone floor.
Hermione's eyes brightened. "Oh, I can extract the iron from her blood and make a necklace with the tooth!"
Slowly shaking her head back and forth – the pain was nearly blinding by now – Cacey whimpered: "I'm surrounded by monsters."
The smell of burning flesh had started to permeate the air.
"Monsters? No, we're not monster." Hermione smirked. "You see those boys over their? They're my boys and they listen to me, which is why no one is being raped. All we're going to do to you is hurt you… and then kill you."
Tears were running down Cacey's face. "Let me go."
"Okay." Hermione shrugged, pulling her magic back to herself.
Cacey howled in pain as the magic retreated. Glancing down at her arm, she became lightheaded and nauseous. The magic had burned through her skin down to the bone, cauterizing the skin around it.
"If she throws up, you're cleaning it." Tom commented.
Hermione scoffed. "Hell no, that's what House Elves are for."
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A/N: Look what I did even with a SWTOR update!