Gone and Back Again

Chapter Sixteen

Hermione stared at the roaring fire, the arm chair all but swallowed her. Slim fingers tracing the skin just above the waistband of her skirts.

A baby?

She wasn't oblivious to how a baby came to be, and admitted she was less than careful in the last few months. How could she have been so stupid?! Lucius had only given her a warm smile, telling her to be honest with Severus. There was too much at stake for the sake of peace. A better future. One where her friends were safe, and their parents alive.

Narcissa had destroyed the diary, Hermione helping her hide it in a secret spot of her bag. That left three. The ring, which they already possessed. The locket, which Lucius was bringing this evening. Nagini would be the hardest. she would have to prove herself again after all these years. She closed her eyes, head falling against the seat. She needed Longbottoms level of courage, now.

Hermione jumped as the two young men she now trusted beyond reason bounded down the stairs. Severus looked nauseated, a black gown draped over his arm.

"You-know-who has requested to see you." He thrust the dress into her lap "Get dressed, we have to leave now"

Hermione turned to walk to their room, and nodded "Tell Narcissa I need to talk to her before we leave."
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The anxiety was palpable. New fear rippled through her body, not only for her baby, but the child Narcissa carried. Hopefully Draco would be sweeter in a world without fear. She watched Narcissa shift uncomfortably, Lucius gently gripping her fingers. Severus watched Hermione intently, eyes burning though from fear or anger, she couldn't tell.

Hermione kept her face stoic as Riddles finger tips traced her neck. Gaunts ring burned on her hand, the locket feeling like ice against her chest. The lace of her collar felt suffocating. As he brushed passed her, the silk fabric of her gown danced against her legs. Her curls had been pinned neatly into a low bun.  His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, Nagini slithered over her feet, and Hermione's couldn't help but swallow the bile the crept in her throat at the comparison.

"Absolutely gorgeous, my dear. Soon," he spoke, kissing the back of her hand "you will be the most powerful witch the world has ever seen, and my wife." The smile that crept across his face caused a rage to light in Hermione's chest.

"Yes, my lord." She smiled, sweetly, withholding the venom in her voice.

"You are all dismissed, I crave a word with my bride." Riddle said, waving his hand dismissively. "Lucius, Severus...stay by the door."

Both young men nodded. Hermione watched as the followers funneled out of the room. Worry flashed across Severus face before he followed the crowd.

"Now," Riddle guided Hermione to the table, turning her to face him. "I would like to...sample" her gripped her hips, sitting her on the table "how sweet" his lips brushed over her neck as his hands pushed her skirts up past her thighs "my wife will be"

Fuck.

He jerked her hips to the edge of the table, a hand pushing her to lay back. She dropped her arm over top of her head. Naginis scales slid gracefully over the backs of her fingers.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

He breathed against her sex a brief moment before his mouth made contact. A breath caught in her throat, eyes clenched shut. A hum from Riddle caused her legs to shake against his shoulders. Everything in her body told her this was wrong, so very wrong, but those feelings were quickly drowned by the overload on her senses.

She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, trying to imagine the form between her thighs was someone else.

She hissed through her teeth as his fingers slid inside her, gently curling as his mouth assaulted her sensitive nub. Another hum of satisfaction came from him as her thighs incrementally tense around his head. She hadn't realized the near-desperate sobs were coming from her until the pressure in her hips became too much. Her back arched off the table, her thighs involuntary clenching around Toms head. His fingers and tongue worked faster, harder as her body spasmed. One hand tried desperately to push him away, quickly being pinned to the table with Toms free hand. The pressure of another orgasm bore down, her hips, involuntarily, frantically, bucking against his mouth.