Sadly, There Is More Than Us

{16} The Marks You Bear - {CW slight kink smut}

I cannot find words to say. Hermione leads me onto her bed. We are alone in the room. She holds me as I relax into her chest. 

'why aren't you yelling?' 

Hermione smiles a bit.  'Because I am actually quite clever,' She responds, 'and I know that if you had that mark on your arm for any other reason than force... then I would be dead.' 

My eyebrows cringe at the thought. 

Hermione continues ' I know you Y/N. Tell me what happened.' 

'He has a plan. A plan to... I don't know... to recover? I suppose. He is not dead, Hermione, but he is not alive.' I try to take out emotion from what I say. I will not be able to tell the story if I do. 

'It all happened so quickly.' I continue. 'He was in my house, carried by a ratlike man. He is unlike anything I have ever seen Hermione. My mother. she got on her knees.... I followed suit. She told him that I was ready.' I pause here for a moment trying to decide my next words. Hermione encourages me with a smile and a nod. Her fingertips brush up and down my body as I speak. She calms me. 'She talked about you. Not by name. Not by any word that should describe you. But spoke to him of you, Hermione, and my blood went cold.' Her eyes grow fearful. 

I try to calm her, 'Not in any plan against you, my dear... she explained that I and her are making a great sacrifice in tarnishing our name. She told him I have a Mudblooded friend, one that is close to the boy, the chosen one, Harry. She said it is my sacrifice that will aid the Dark Lord... He marked me. I am a death eater.' Hermione closes her eyes and shakes her head. I continue. 'They sent me here to play a double agent of sorts. I have been warned to wear my mark with pride but to keep an eye out for the others. I have never seen my mother happier.' Hermione's fingertips trace the mark now. 'I didn't know what to do. They don't understand our relationship. They didn't realise how soon you would know. He called mudbloods foolish. Said that if any of you saw it, I would simply convince ye not to worry about it.' 

'Y/N/N, please... stop... just muggle-born will do.' 

I look at her. 'I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't me- '

'continue, my dear.' She says with a smile. 

I take a moment before speaking again. 

'The feeling I felt as the mark moved onto my body. It- I-.' I sigh, 'Do not think for one moment that I should not bear this mark, Hermione; nothing felt better than its power in my veins.' 

'That doesn't mean anything, Y/N', she says, looking deeply into my eyes. 'it doesn't. He needs you to feel that. He wants you to think that way.' 

I shake my head. 'You don't understand Hermione. The feeling I feel from it.' She cuts me off by kissing me deeply. 'Do you want to be a death eater Y/N?' 

I look at her, 'no.' 

She smiles, 'Then that means nothing. You are good. A good good person. ' She kisses me again, deeper. 

She traces the lightning bolt scarring on my back. I tense a bit at the pain. 

'You have two symbols marking your body. Both there by force, in one way or another.' She looks deeply into my eyes. 'now choose.' 

I kiss her. I want to be good. 

'I know my mother is wrong. Nothing that is good should feel as wrong as what she makes me do....' I kiss her again, 'and nothing so wrong should feel this good. 

She smiles and pushes me down onto my back giggling. She kisses down my neck and chest, removing my shirt. I cannot stop smiling. She goes down to my arm, softly kissing the mark before licking from bottom to top of it. It feels like praise. It feels wrong. I pull her head up and look at her, confused. 

She smirks 'How would Voldemort feel if he knew a Mudblood was even touching his precious mark? Kissing and licking it. Making it her own.' I throw my hands over her mouth when she says his name. 

She quickly takes my hand off of her mouth and smirks. 'What would he do if he knew a mudblood was fucking his precious secret weapon. That his newest recruit was a slut for a filthy mudblood  like me.' Her hands are down my underwear now, circling my clit. I cannot help but whine. 

'Mione, don't - uh!- don't call yourself that.' I say between heavy breaths. She takes her hand away and forcibly puts it around my throat. I feel myself get wetter and wetter. 

'Afraid to see it for what it is? Y/n, are you scared of how much you need to be fucked by this Mudblood?'  

I  look her in the eyes. I cannot speak. I shake my head. She starts to finger me. 

'Hermione..' I whine. 

'What's my name, baby?' 

'Hermione !' I moan as she quickens up the pace. 

'oh good girl.' She says. 'I have Voldemort's weapon, quite literally, wrapped around my finger.' 

I blush and squirm. 

'Please make me cum, Hermione.'  I say, and she smiles, going deeper into me until I cannot take it anymore. I release loudly with my fists in Hermione's hair.  I flop down into the bed, out of breath. She holds me. 'You are not his, my love. You are mine.' 

I feel safe in her arms. We lie there in silence for some moments. 

'We should go to Dumbledore.' Hermione says. 'He will help.' 

I don't respond for some time. 

'Snape was there... when it happened.' 

A pause. 

'Then we should absolutely go to Dumbledore.' 

I look Hermione in her eyes, doubtful. 

She speaks again, 'You can decide in the morning. For now, my love, rest.' 

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