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A Question
“This is so strange”, Hermione breathed as she and Voldemort sat in The Three Broomsticks, it was like she had never left, everyone was talking being lively and friendly, “I feel like im back home”.
People had of course gone quiet when they arrived, and avoided their table at all costs, but after a few minutes things seemed to settle.
“Im a regular”, he grinned.
“Wow, I never thought id hear the dark lord has a local pub to visit…No wonder they seem ok with you”
“They aren’t, but they have realised I wont do anything unless they do something wrong”
“you sound almost nice”
“If im going to have a drink where I came when I was younger, then I want it to be the same as it was, just here in Hogsmeade”, he said before ordering himself a whiskey and Hermione a butterbeer. “No alcohol for you, you are still a child”
“im of age!”
“Well I changed the law, you have to be over the age of 20 to drink, nice change-think yourself lucky you don’t like in some countries where the limit is 21”
“Well it was 18, and since when do you care about alcoholic teens?”
“I don’t. But tough luck”, he chuckled. “A few people are giving you looks”, he narrowed his eyes when they received their drinks, he slowly raised his wand but was stopped by Hermione.
“Of course they will, last people heard was I has been captured by you! Please don’t start anything when no one is doing anything wrong”, she pleaded, after a moment he put his wand back in his pocket. “This is the first time I have been out and it is just so strange…”
“Oh you shall get used to it, for informal events like now and much more formal events…I believe the Malfoy’s are holding a ‘party’ for Halloween, a costume one though…not something I believe I shall enjoy”
“Oh I think you will, you like Halloween don’t you, and for a costume you can just come in a nice orange pumpkin outfit”, she joked which he rolled his eyes at. “ I love Halloween”
“As do I, but I don’t fancy the whole costume thing”, he took a sip from his drink and sat back watching Hermione who was watching someone else who was on his way over to their table. A man in his fifties possibly, with a short goatee beard and strong features stood before Voldemort
“I see you have brought your new slut with you”, he spat, Voldemort just laughed.
“Who are you?”
“I work for an organisation looking to see you fall, your games will end”, he growled. “You have destroyed my life and you don’t even know me! I live to see you die, Avada ked-”
“Crucio!”, the man screamed on the floor as the pub went silent, unsure what to do, many gasps were heard as they looked up at the person who used the curse. “No one will harm milord, let alone try to kill him, consider this a warning”, Hermione announced before chucking the wizard out via magic, “no one dare raise a wand on my lord in my presence”, she threatened while seating herself back down in a huff.
Voldemort looked at her, startled more than anything before motioning for people to get on with it.
“What did you just do?”
“That guy was going to kill you!”, she exclaimed after taking a sip from her drink.
“He tried, but he would not have succeeded…though wow, you are hot”
“huh?”
“You did what I asked, you did what you could to protect me, I didn’t even need to raise my wand…and I told you that I find you very sexy when you get all angry. Im pleased with you, you actually tortured someone who is not a death eater”
“when I get angry I cant help it…but I don’t regret it, it is like because he deserved it that I don’t feel guilty”, she said confused with herself, “That is so unlike me”
“At least I know you are serious about your new job, I think you will enjoy it after a while…that wizard you just chucked out, he is nothing compared to what you may be faced with…he didn’t fight back, just remember that and don’t get yourself killed”
“I wont”, she smiled before kissing him, but then being interrupted by a cough. Looking up she saw Grindelwald looking awkward, “is this like the new hangout for your people milord?”
“Well I saw the action from across the pub, thought I should come over and see who the marvellous woman was, to my surprise its you”, he smiled, “since when have you been such an expert at the curse?”
“im not”
“Grindelwald, a surprise I admit to see you here”, Voldemort questioned with his eyes.
“I was just visiting the school, thought I would come here for a drink before im off. You are quite close now?”
“I don’t see what that has got to do with you”
“of course, I apologise milord”, he bowed his head oddly.
“But…I think I consider Hermione as…what is that word?”
“Lover?”, Hermione asked, he didn’t reply but put his hand on her thigh while taking a sip from his drink. She skipped a heartbeat…am I really in a relationship with the darkest man on earth? The man who made my life hell and killed close ones to me, who I hate? She thought, but I don’t hate him.
She wasn’t a lover where love was involved, it was like a strange girlfriend/boyfriend affair they were having.
“I shall be seeing you tomorrow, we have things to discuss”, Voldemort told him to which he nodded to.
“I have to be going, places to be you know milord”.
“He is related to the dark wizard Dumbledore defeated isn’t he?”, Hermione asked after he left.
“Yes, how did you know?”
“Im not stupid, that’s how. You killed whatever relative it was to him not long ago, why the hell would he want to work for you?”
“His father was defeated by Dumbledore when I was young, Grindelwald , the one you know, had nothing and hated his father for being weak and being beaten. Lets just say he wants to show he is better than his father was, and also well…I probably would have killed him also if he hadn’t of become a follower”
“How pleasant of you”
“He is very wise though, lots of experience and he isn’t weak-just what I need…you look anxious?”
“I don’t know…just what you basically implied just now, do you see me as your lover?”
“You sleep in my bed, we have a sexual relationship and I believe I do care about you…so yes, I do”
“That is so weird”
“Why?”
“Because, well we are so incompatible that we are compatible…its strange”
*.
“Crucio!”, Hermione cursed a wizard who raised his wand at Voldemort in France during a meeting, she did it before she even thought about it, “please keep your wands by your sides unless in need or during combat, I think my lord would appreciate that”
“Thank you Hermione…now where was I?”, he smirked as she sat back down with no emotion showing if she was disgusted with herself or anything.
This was weeks later, and each time Hermione went out with him she seemed to get more and more relaxed with being with him in public and even using dark magic-especially on others.
Even she had noticed it, she hated that she didn’t seem to mind torturing as she knew it was wrong, but still it was as if she had gotten used to it so it wasn’t such a big deal.
She hated the dark arts, but she was relaxed around it, strange.
*.
“Come on out!”, Voldemort moaned as he lay on his bed waiting for Hermione to come out of the bathroom, “we were supposed to be at the Malfoy’s half hour ago”
“You are the dark lord, I don’t think they will mind”, she called back with a giggle to her tone, “im sorry, I just need two more seconds, at least I made the effort to dress up!”
Voldemort sighed as he wait patiently for Hermione, he didn’t bother with any costume but wore regal black robes many could only dream of just seeing, let alone wear. He wasn’t sure why he was waiting, when he could demand her to hurry or punish her for keeping him waiting, he just preferred getting along with her than not, though they argued daily about little things.
He looked up as he heard the door creak, and his mouth fell open as he saw Hermione come out with a smile.
“Wow, when you told me you were getting yourself an outfit, I didn’t think it would be like this”, he gasped.
“I thought id try something different”, she smiled and looking down at her outfit. She wore a pure white full length gown where the skirted part came away from the tight fitting top and was encrusted with small diamonds in various random places, the strapless top fell low enough to show some cleavage tastefully but not so much that everyone would get an eyeful, it looked much like a wedding dress Hermione had dreamed of when she was a child.
(AN: to get an idea of the sort of thing, http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk293/Simply_Me_Wedding/dress.jpg).
Her hair lay in ringlets down to her waist, and past the angels wings on her back, moving like real wings.
“Knowing your people, everyone will be dark and disturbed, so I thought id try something different, I think an angel is as far away from the norm there don’t you think”
“You do look like an angel, like one from them fairytales I used to read when I was a young boy in the orphanage, fairytales being the only books that I could get a hold of-”
“-Is this your way of telling me I look nice?”
“You look more than nice”
“Not too ‘good’ for you?”, good meaning that she wasn’t a bad person.
“Oh I don’t think so”
“I asked the house elves to bring me a dress to the sort of description I had in mind, they brought me a muggle wedding dress, but I think the wings will stop people thinking im some bride”
“I never realised how beautiful you really are”, Voldemort said looking her up and down making Hermione blush.
“Thank you milord, you look rather dashing yourself, what are you supposed to be?”
“The dark lord in a good mood”, he said simply
“Fair enough”, she smiled but he gripped her arm before she could do anything else.
“You may look good for me, but you may also be looking good to others, remember you belong to me”, he crashed his lips onto hers almost violently, Hermione didn’t reply, but looked away nervously before being apparating away to Malfoy manor and into a dark hallway.
“You must show me respect at all times”
“Of course milord”, she growled annoyed. He put his arm around her waist and magically opened a large heavy wooden door she hadn’t noticed before, she almost fell over in shock at the amount of people in the room she had not expected to be so big-almost as big as the great hall at Hogwarts and decorated with Halloween decorations-not the tacky muggle stuff, real live stuff.
Hundreds of people were before her and Voldemort, all in costumes of some sort-none in white.
“Ah, milord…thank you for visiting our home”, Lucius came out of nowhere dressed as some kind of king with his wife by his side dressed as what appeared to be a queen, how typical was all Hermione thought.
“I didn’t wear a costume”
“That is quite ok milord”, Lucius bowed before raising and giving Hermione a dirty look. “Our guests are all my families connections to the upper class, and your followers of course”
“If you are implying im not good enough to be here-”, Hermione started but was silenced by Voldemorts grip on her waist tightening.
“I must apologise on behalf of Hermione, she seems to have such anger inside, she is not on the best terms with Lucius”
“No apologies needed milord”, Narcissa spoke for the first time. Hermione took the chance to take a look at her and to notice she was indeed very pretty, in her forties or even fifties but she had a glamorous flair to her, he blue eyes looked into Voldemorts as she pushed her long blonde hair away from her face. “It is a pleasure to have you here in our home, we are always welcome and I hope you find our hospitality to your liking”
“It is a pleasure to be here, Hermione is also very grateful to be here”
“Of course, its an honour to be in the home of such a pure-blooded family”, Hermione lied through gritted teeth and a fake smile, “I am very grateful for my lord to bring me and im very lucky”
“We shall enjoy our time here then, if you will excuse us for a few minutes, I just need to see Hermione outside”, Voldemort quickly muttered before dragging Hermione back out into the hallway and into a secluded area. “Oh fuck I need you”
“What are you doing? We have only been here five minutes!”, Hermione gasped as he lay a trail of kissed down her neck.
“Five minutes to long, seeing you in that dress…I wanted you then, I just need a quickie and then I wont bother you again tonight, maybe”, he added with a smirk as he charmed her dress to shrink in size so he had easier access.
*.
Fifteen minutes later Hermione walked alongside Voldemort, quite flushed, glad he had fixed her dress to how it was. She stood next to him for what felt like hours for her, she ignored everyone around her, she hated dark wizards and she knew the majority of the people in the room were either dark or just rich snobs.
“Hermione, Hermione!”, Voldemort tapped her on the shoulder, she looked up at him realising she had been day dreaming the whole time she had been with him. “Could you kindly just go, you are embarrassing me while you ignore people!”
“Fine!”, she moaned and stormed off across the room.
“Hermione, I didn’t realise you were here”, Malfoy muttered cheerfully when she bumped into him. “I was upstairs when the dark lord arrived and I didn’t expect him to bring you. Wow, you look pretty”, he complimented.
“Thanks, and you are a vampire?”
“Well yeah, see my fangs”, he gave a toothy grin showing two very realistic fangs, he was dressed in a cape and his hair was slicked back like he had it when he was younger. “No wonder the dark lord is all over you at the moment though, you are quite hot. I have to avoid Pansy, she is looking for some kind of proposal from me while dressed as some devil slut, I don’t even like the girl unless I fancy a fuck-”
“-Oh poor you”, Hermione said sarcastically. “Im so bored, I cant stand having to stand by the dark lords side just so he looks good, then I have to listen to random people talk…he’s just sent me away because im embarrassing him by ignoring everyone…”
“Sounds like you”, he grinned, “but these things bore me as well, only rich people or followers of the dark lord can come, and so its not exactly that fun. I just need a bit of upbeat music and im ok”
“Well why don’t I charm the band playing them depressingly classical songs to be silent, and I sort some tunes out”, Hermione raised an eyebrow.
“Can you do that?”, Draco asked, before grinned when Hermione clicked her fingers and the band stopped playing and loud upbeat disco music started playing. “Now this is what im talking about”
“Now it’s a party”, Hermione laughed before starting to dance happily with Malfoy, not realising everyone was looking over at them, annoyed.
“Having fun?”
“Yes now I am!”, Hermione giggled before turning around to who was talking to her, facing Voldemort who was not looking too amused.
“You are a guest, you do not change the music and you do not annoy fellow guests”
“Im just having fun milord, come on, no one liked that classical stuff! Its Halloween we should be partying not being all formal, we are dressed up after all!”, Hermione stood up for herself.
“You are so rude, you are disrespecting me and the Malfoy’s home. You are going home”, Voldemort growled.
“Please milord, its ok, it was my idea, don’t punish her”, Draco stuttered.
“Ill punish you later”, Voldemort lowered his voice, “make your own way back home when you want to go, I may not be back till much later”, he ended before strolling off. To Hermione’s surprise he didn’t turn off the music, he admitted in his mind that she did the right thing but it was still rude and very disrespectful.
“Maybe I was a bit rude”, Hermione muttered to Malfoy.
“Well, im surprised he didn’t torture you-he would of to anyone else…but I guess you two have a thing going on so he wont”
“He will later”, she shuddered. “He is pretty pissed at me, but come on, people are actually dancing now!”
“Yeah, well you might as well enjoy your time here while you can then, the manor is pretty big”
“I forgot this was your home, its so big…care to give a tour?”
*.
“Draco this place is massive, how can you be complaining about it!”, Hermione laughed a couple of hours later as they walked through the hallways.
“Im not, im just saying id rather have more stuff going on, even these Halloween parties are boring because no one my age-apart from you, is here”
“Im glad we get along”, Hermione said after a moment, “you are completely different to Harry and Ron but you are still pretty alright”
“Thanks”
“Oh crap, the dark lord might be thinking where I am…he isn’t exactly in a good mood with me, ill just quickly see him”, Hermione quickly aid before scattering off look for Voldemort. After a few minutes she finally recognised his voice around a corner, smiling she went round to see him but stopped in shock. She could see the back of him kissing a woman’s neck against the wall, he didn’t notice her behind him watching him, before she ran off up to Draco’s room upset.
“Oh your back already”, he said in surprise when she came into his room, he felt more surprised when she climbed on top of him as he lay on his bed, and kissed him deeply.
“What are you doing?”
“I-I don’t know”, she said simply before rolling off him and laying next to him, “im sorry…”
“Its ok, why did you do that?”
“Because I hate that man”, she cried. “Can I stay here tonight please? I will sleep on your sofa if you want, I just don’t want to go back tonight”
“Of course you can stay, were mates right? But I don’t want any trouble from the dark lord”
“Thank you, and you wont, if he says anything ill just take the blows, im used to it so its ok”, she smiled with teary eyes.
*.
Hermione woke early in the morning, to find she was still wearing her angel costume and was laying next to Draco in his bed. Glad he was still asleep, she made her way to his fireplace and flooed back to Voldemorts place and into the small lounge she had found with Draco before.
She was pretty pissed off, not upset anymore, just pissed off.
“You didn’t come back last night”, Voldemort said in an armchair once she went up to his bedroom.
“Well I went to look for you to tell you where I was, but you were a bit busy”, Hermione narrowed her eyes on him.
“Oh?”
“Don’t take me for a fool milord, that is one thing I am not. I saw what you were doing last night-what the hell!”
“I have done nothing wrong, a man has needs”
“What! You only had a quickie a couple of hours before, have you got some kind of problem that you need a woman every five minutes! I am in no mood to talk to you or be with you or whatever”, she finished.
“Quite a speech you made there…you are very ungrateful, you have everything you need, and yet you still complain”
“I don’t complain anymore. But why did you do that to me! How could you go off with another woman”, she asked, “im so stupid, how could I not realise that me being your lover as you call it, is just for you to have an easy access to some action on a daily basis! I don’t want anything to do with you!”, she growled.
“You are overreacting”, Voldemort yawned, “I care for you a lot more than you think, and if you must know I didn’t sleep with the slut”
“You still kissed her! You are an utter bastard and I don’t care if you get annoyed I called you that! Im so annoyed at you right now”
“You realise I don’t have to answer to you if I want to sleep with another woman”
“I know, but-”
“No buts! Do you really think I care what you think!”, he spat, but after a moment he looked up at her, “look, now I have you I don’t need another woman. I was pissed off with you last night”
“I don’t know what to say. I feel like ive been cheated on, I know we aren’t in a relationship like that and you can be with whoever you want, but I was hurt when I saw you with her. That is so stupid! Im stupid”
“No you’re not, but I wont apologise for last night”
“I never expected you to”, she replied simply. “I think us two have way too many problems, and I cant see that ever changing. I think still deep in my mind I can remember how you have screwed my life, but in my present mind I like you, and that confuses me so much. And then I see you with someone else and I feel upset, and I hate feeling these stupid feelings for you because I shouldn’t, and I don’t want to”, she cried, tears falling down her cheeks.
“You never told me this before”
“Because I never knew how much it would pain me to see you with someone else-that’s how ridiculous this all is! Its not like me at all…im getting so worked up and you barely like me, you are the dark lord for heavens sake”, Hermione wiped her eyes.
“I don’t barely like you, you see, you have changed me in that way. Before you came along I hated everyone and everything, what I wanted to achieve was all I thought about. Now I have achieved basically everything, I live to keep the world how I want it to be, but there is more no”, Voldemort leaned forward. “There is a muggleborn girl who I took an interest in on the day I won the war, who pisses me off so much yet I let it go most of the time, this girl who is beautiful and clever, as well as one of the most powerful people alive today-though she doesn’t seem to realise it. A girl who I care about more than I have ever cared about anyone, and she stands before me now. Tell me Hermione, why does this girl do this to me?”
“I didn’t realise”, she quivered. “I thought you hated me, I thought you just liked the thought of me serving you”
“Then you were wrong. I have never been intimate with a woman as much as I have with you, now that brings me into a little problem…what shall I do with you Hermione?”
“I have nothing in my life, all I have is ironically you, I have to depend on you to survive in this world. I have grown to want you, more than I have needed you, and I hate that more than anything. I may not be one with the order of the phoenix and I may be your servant, but I still feel im betraying myself doing these things. I despise you yet at the same time I feel-”, she cut off. “I don’t know what I feel, this isn’t right”
“Look I don’t know what all this stuff is, im not exactly the emotional type”
“Neither am I”
“Really?”, he laughed.
“Yes really! I don’t get upset usually, but ever since you came online you just turned my life upside down!”
“Yeah ok”, he said sarcastically with a grin, “you know…ive been wanting to ask you something for a little while now”
“What?”
“I think last night sort of screwed things up”
“What, I wasn’t that bad was I?”
“No I meant me, I pissed you off, so I sort of-well I acted like a twat to you”
“What? You are admitting something!”, she laughed in surprise. “Yes im annoyed at that, but I was a prat too, so were almost even”.
“Almost?”
“Well, yes, you hurt me a lot when I saw you with whoever that was. Though, I cant keep a grudge against my lord”
“So im still your lord”, he smirked while pushing her onto the bed and climbing on top of her suddenly.
“I don’t exactly have a choice in that do I”
“No, but its nice to hear it come from your lips”, he leaned down and kissed them.
“How is it that you manage to have me in tears, and then next you have me underneath you?”, she gasped as he looked deep in her eyes, his nose touching hers.
“I am the dark lord, and more so I am your lord”, he whispered seductively. “You are still dressed as an angel”, he stroked her hair, “you are my dark angel, all mine”, Voldemort made her clothes disappear as well as his own.
“Not wanting to waste time are you”, Hermione giggled before kissing his neck while he played with her breasts. “Angels are pure, I don’t feel pure”
“You are purer than white snow, but darker than the night sky and I need to be inside of you”
“You sound like you are reciting a poem”, she teased, which turned her voice to moans as he touched her most intimate parts, not warning her as he pushed his full length inside, causing both to groan in pleasure. His thrusts were met by Hermione, the only sounds were her moans and his breaths, and it was the first time she had felt no pain whatsoever during their time together in bed. Voldemort could last ages, Hermione came to orgasm twice before he finally came inside of her, she felt the familiar warmth inside as they both breathed very heavily, he didn’t roll off of her but kissed her forehead and wiped his own sweated forehead.
Lowering his lips to her left ear he asked a question she was not expecting.
….
People had of course gone quiet when they arrived, and avoided their table at all costs, but after a few minutes things seemed to settle.
“Im a regular”, he grinned.
“Wow, I never thought id hear the dark lord has a local pub to visit…No wonder they seem ok with you”
“They aren’t, but they have realised I wont do anything unless they do something wrong”
“you sound almost nice”
“If im going to have a drink where I came when I was younger, then I want it to be the same as it was, just here in Hogsmeade”, he said before ordering himself a whiskey and Hermione a butterbeer. “No alcohol for you, you are still a child”
“im of age!”
“Well I changed the law, you have to be over the age of 20 to drink, nice change-think yourself lucky you don’t like in some countries where the limit is 21”
“Well it was 18, and since when do you care about alcoholic teens?”
“I don’t. But tough luck”, he chuckled. “A few people are giving you looks”, he narrowed his eyes when they received their drinks, he slowly raised his wand but was stopped by Hermione.
“Of course they will, last people heard was I has been captured by you! Please don’t start anything when no one is doing anything wrong”, she pleaded, after a moment he put his wand back in his pocket. “This is the first time I have been out and it is just so strange…”
“Oh you shall get used to it, for informal events like now and much more formal events…I believe the Malfoy’s are holding a ‘party’ for Halloween, a costume one though…not something I believe I shall enjoy”
“Oh I think you will, you like Halloween don’t you, and for a costume you can just come in a nice orange pumpkin outfit”, she joked which he rolled his eyes at. “ I love Halloween”
“As do I, but I don’t fancy the whole costume thing”, he took a sip from his drink and sat back watching Hermione who was watching someone else who was on his way over to their table. A man in his fifties possibly, with a short goatee beard and strong features stood before Voldemort
“I see you have brought your new slut with you”, he spat, Voldemort just laughed.
“Who are you?”
“I work for an organisation looking to see you fall, your games will end”, he growled. “You have destroyed my life and you don’t even know me! I live to see you die, Avada ked-”
“Crucio!”, the man screamed on the floor as the pub went silent, unsure what to do, many gasps were heard as they looked up at the person who used the curse. “No one will harm milord, let alone try to kill him, consider this a warning”, Hermione announced before chucking the wizard out via magic, “no one dare raise a wand on my lord in my presence”, she threatened while seating herself back down in a huff.
Voldemort looked at her, startled more than anything before motioning for people to get on with it.
“What did you just do?”
“That guy was going to kill you!”, she exclaimed after taking a sip from her drink.
“He tried, but he would not have succeeded…though wow, you are hot”
“huh?”
“You did what I asked, you did what you could to protect me, I didn’t even need to raise my wand…and I told you that I find you very sexy when you get all angry. Im pleased with you, you actually tortured someone who is not a death eater”
“when I get angry I cant help it…but I don’t regret it, it is like because he deserved it that I don’t feel guilty”, she said confused with herself, “That is so unlike me”
“At least I know you are serious about your new job, I think you will enjoy it after a while…that wizard you just chucked out, he is nothing compared to what you may be faced with…he didn’t fight back, just remember that and don’t get yourself killed”
“I wont”, she smiled before kissing him, but then being interrupted by a cough. Looking up she saw Grindelwald looking awkward, “is this like the new hangout for your people milord?”
“Well I saw the action from across the pub, thought I should come over and see who the marvellous woman was, to my surprise its you”, he smiled, “since when have you been such an expert at the curse?”
“im not”
“Grindelwald, a surprise I admit to see you here”, Voldemort questioned with his eyes.
“I was just visiting the school, thought I would come here for a drink before im off. You are quite close now?”
“I don’t see what that has got to do with you”
“of course, I apologise milord”, he bowed his head oddly.
“But…I think I consider Hermione as…what is that word?”
“Lover?”, Hermione asked, he didn’t reply but put his hand on her thigh while taking a sip from his drink. She skipped a heartbeat…am I really in a relationship with the darkest man on earth? The man who made my life hell and killed close ones to me, who I hate? She thought, but I don’t hate him.
She wasn’t a lover where love was involved, it was like a strange girlfriend/boyfriend affair they were having.
“I shall be seeing you tomorrow, we have things to discuss”, Voldemort told him to which he nodded to.
“I have to be going, places to be you know milord”.
“He is related to the dark wizard Dumbledore defeated isn’t he?”, Hermione asked after he left.
“Yes, how did you know?”
“Im not stupid, that’s how. You killed whatever relative it was to him not long ago, why the hell would he want to work for you?”
“His father was defeated by Dumbledore when I was young, Grindelwald , the one you know, had nothing and hated his father for being weak and being beaten. Lets just say he wants to show he is better than his father was, and also well…I probably would have killed him also if he hadn’t of become a follower”
“How pleasant of you”
“He is very wise though, lots of experience and he isn’t weak-just what I need…you look anxious?”
“I don’t know…just what you basically implied just now, do you see me as your lover?”
“You sleep in my bed, we have a sexual relationship and I believe I do care about you…so yes, I do”
“That is so weird”
“Why?”
“Because, well we are so incompatible that we are compatible…its strange”
*.
“Crucio!”, Hermione cursed a wizard who raised his wand at Voldemort in France during a meeting, she did it before she even thought about it, “please keep your wands by your sides unless in need or during combat, I think my lord would appreciate that”
“Thank you Hermione…now where was I?”, he smirked as she sat back down with no emotion showing if she was disgusted with herself or anything.
This was weeks later, and each time Hermione went out with him she seemed to get more and more relaxed with being with him in public and even using dark magic-especially on others.
Even she had noticed it, she hated that she didn’t seem to mind torturing as she knew it was wrong, but still it was as if she had gotten used to it so it wasn’t such a big deal.
She hated the dark arts, but she was relaxed around it, strange.
*.
“Come on out!”, Voldemort moaned as he lay on his bed waiting for Hermione to come out of the bathroom, “we were supposed to be at the Malfoy’s half hour ago”
“You are the dark lord, I don’t think they will mind”, she called back with a giggle to her tone, “im sorry, I just need two more seconds, at least I made the effort to dress up!”
Voldemort sighed as he wait patiently for Hermione, he didn’t bother with any costume but wore regal black robes many could only dream of just seeing, let alone wear. He wasn’t sure why he was waiting, when he could demand her to hurry or punish her for keeping him waiting, he just preferred getting along with her than not, though they argued daily about little things.
He looked up as he heard the door creak, and his mouth fell open as he saw Hermione come out with a smile.
“Wow, when you told me you were getting yourself an outfit, I didn’t think it would be like this”, he gasped.
“I thought id try something different”, she smiled and looking down at her outfit. She wore a pure white full length gown where the skirted part came away from the tight fitting top and was encrusted with small diamonds in various random places, the strapless top fell low enough to show some cleavage tastefully but not so much that everyone would get an eyeful, it looked much like a wedding dress Hermione had dreamed of when she was a child.
(AN: to get an idea of the sort of thing, http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk293/Simply_Me_Wedding/dress.jpg).
Her hair lay in ringlets down to her waist, and past the angels wings on her back, moving like real wings.
“Knowing your people, everyone will be dark and disturbed, so I thought id try something different, I think an angel is as far away from the norm there don’t you think”
“You do look like an angel, like one from them fairytales I used to read when I was a young boy in the orphanage, fairytales being the only books that I could get a hold of-”
“-Is this your way of telling me I look nice?”
“You look more than nice”
“Not too ‘good’ for you?”, good meaning that she wasn’t a bad person.
“Oh I don’t think so”
“I asked the house elves to bring me a dress to the sort of description I had in mind, they brought me a muggle wedding dress, but I think the wings will stop people thinking im some bride”
“I never realised how beautiful you really are”, Voldemort said looking her up and down making Hermione blush.
“Thank you milord, you look rather dashing yourself, what are you supposed to be?”
“The dark lord in a good mood”, he said simply
“Fair enough”, she smiled but he gripped her arm before she could do anything else.
“You may look good for me, but you may also be looking good to others, remember you belong to me”, he crashed his lips onto hers almost violently, Hermione didn’t reply, but looked away nervously before being apparating away to Malfoy manor and into a dark hallway.
“You must show me respect at all times”
“Of course milord”, she growled annoyed. He put his arm around her waist and magically opened a large heavy wooden door she hadn’t noticed before, she almost fell over in shock at the amount of people in the room she had not expected to be so big-almost as big as the great hall at Hogwarts and decorated with Halloween decorations-not the tacky muggle stuff, real live stuff.
Hundreds of people were before her and Voldemort, all in costumes of some sort-none in white.
“Ah, milord…thank you for visiting our home”, Lucius came out of nowhere dressed as some kind of king with his wife by his side dressed as what appeared to be a queen, how typical was all Hermione thought.
“I didn’t wear a costume”
“That is quite ok milord”, Lucius bowed before raising and giving Hermione a dirty look. “Our guests are all my families connections to the upper class, and your followers of course”
“If you are implying im not good enough to be here-”, Hermione started but was silenced by Voldemorts grip on her waist tightening.
“I must apologise on behalf of Hermione, she seems to have such anger inside, she is not on the best terms with Lucius”
“No apologies needed milord”, Narcissa spoke for the first time. Hermione took the chance to take a look at her and to notice she was indeed very pretty, in her forties or even fifties but she had a glamorous flair to her, he blue eyes looked into Voldemorts as she pushed her long blonde hair away from her face. “It is a pleasure to have you here in our home, we are always welcome and I hope you find our hospitality to your liking”
“It is a pleasure to be here, Hermione is also very grateful to be here”
“Of course, its an honour to be in the home of such a pure-blooded family”, Hermione lied through gritted teeth and a fake smile, “I am very grateful for my lord to bring me and im very lucky”
“We shall enjoy our time here then, if you will excuse us for a few minutes, I just need to see Hermione outside”, Voldemort quickly muttered before dragging Hermione back out into the hallway and into a secluded area. “Oh fuck I need you”
“What are you doing? We have only been here five minutes!”, Hermione gasped as he lay a trail of kissed down her neck.
“Five minutes to long, seeing you in that dress…I wanted you then, I just need a quickie and then I wont bother you again tonight, maybe”, he added with a smirk as he charmed her dress to shrink in size so he had easier access.
*.
Fifteen minutes later Hermione walked alongside Voldemort, quite flushed, glad he had fixed her dress to how it was. She stood next to him for what felt like hours for her, she ignored everyone around her, she hated dark wizards and she knew the majority of the people in the room were either dark or just rich snobs.
“Hermione, Hermione!”, Voldemort tapped her on the shoulder, she looked up at him realising she had been day dreaming the whole time she had been with him. “Could you kindly just go, you are embarrassing me while you ignore people!”
“Fine!”, she moaned and stormed off across the room.
“Hermione, I didn’t realise you were here”, Malfoy muttered cheerfully when she bumped into him. “I was upstairs when the dark lord arrived and I didn’t expect him to bring you. Wow, you look pretty”, he complimented.
“Thanks, and you are a vampire?”
“Well yeah, see my fangs”, he gave a toothy grin showing two very realistic fangs, he was dressed in a cape and his hair was slicked back like he had it when he was younger. “No wonder the dark lord is all over you at the moment though, you are quite hot. I have to avoid Pansy, she is looking for some kind of proposal from me while dressed as some devil slut, I don’t even like the girl unless I fancy a fuck-”
“-Oh poor you”, Hermione said sarcastically. “Im so bored, I cant stand having to stand by the dark lords side just so he looks good, then I have to listen to random people talk…he’s just sent me away because im embarrassing him by ignoring everyone…”
“Sounds like you”, he grinned, “but these things bore me as well, only rich people or followers of the dark lord can come, and so its not exactly that fun. I just need a bit of upbeat music and im ok”
“Well why don’t I charm the band playing them depressingly classical songs to be silent, and I sort some tunes out”, Hermione raised an eyebrow.
“Can you do that?”, Draco asked, before grinned when Hermione clicked her fingers and the band stopped playing and loud upbeat disco music started playing. “Now this is what im talking about”
“Now it’s a party”, Hermione laughed before starting to dance happily with Malfoy, not realising everyone was looking over at them, annoyed.
“Having fun?”
“Yes now I am!”, Hermione giggled before turning around to who was talking to her, facing Voldemort who was not looking too amused.
“You are a guest, you do not change the music and you do not annoy fellow guests”
“Im just having fun milord, come on, no one liked that classical stuff! Its Halloween we should be partying not being all formal, we are dressed up after all!”, Hermione stood up for herself.
“You are so rude, you are disrespecting me and the Malfoy’s home. You are going home”, Voldemort growled.
“Please milord, its ok, it was my idea, don’t punish her”, Draco stuttered.
“Ill punish you later”, Voldemort lowered his voice, “make your own way back home when you want to go, I may not be back till much later”, he ended before strolling off. To Hermione’s surprise he didn’t turn off the music, he admitted in his mind that she did the right thing but it was still rude and very disrespectful.
“Maybe I was a bit rude”, Hermione muttered to Malfoy.
“Well, im surprised he didn’t torture you-he would of to anyone else…but I guess you two have a thing going on so he wont”
“He will later”, she shuddered. “He is pretty pissed at me, but come on, people are actually dancing now!”
“Yeah, well you might as well enjoy your time here while you can then, the manor is pretty big”
“I forgot this was your home, its so big…care to give a tour?”
*.
“Draco this place is massive, how can you be complaining about it!”, Hermione laughed a couple of hours later as they walked through the hallways.
“Im not, im just saying id rather have more stuff going on, even these Halloween parties are boring because no one my age-apart from you, is here”
“Im glad we get along”, Hermione said after a moment, “you are completely different to Harry and Ron but you are still pretty alright”
“Thanks”
“Oh crap, the dark lord might be thinking where I am…he isn’t exactly in a good mood with me, ill just quickly see him”, Hermione quickly aid before scattering off look for Voldemort. After a few minutes she finally recognised his voice around a corner, smiling she went round to see him but stopped in shock. She could see the back of him kissing a woman’s neck against the wall, he didn’t notice her behind him watching him, before she ran off up to Draco’s room upset.
“Oh your back already”, he said in surprise when she came into his room, he felt more surprised when she climbed on top of him as he lay on his bed, and kissed him deeply.
“What are you doing?”
“I-I don’t know”, she said simply before rolling off him and laying next to him, “im sorry…”
“Its ok, why did you do that?”
“Because I hate that man”, she cried. “Can I stay here tonight please? I will sleep on your sofa if you want, I just don’t want to go back tonight”
“Of course you can stay, were mates right? But I don’t want any trouble from the dark lord”
“Thank you, and you wont, if he says anything ill just take the blows, im used to it so its ok”, she smiled with teary eyes.
*.
Hermione woke early in the morning, to find she was still wearing her angel costume and was laying next to Draco in his bed. Glad he was still asleep, she made her way to his fireplace and flooed back to Voldemorts place and into the small lounge she had found with Draco before.
She was pretty pissed off, not upset anymore, just pissed off.
“You didn’t come back last night”, Voldemort said in an armchair once she went up to his bedroom.
“Well I went to look for you to tell you where I was, but you were a bit busy”, Hermione narrowed her eyes on him.
“Oh?”
“Don’t take me for a fool milord, that is one thing I am not. I saw what you were doing last night-what the hell!”
“I have done nothing wrong, a man has needs”
“What! You only had a quickie a couple of hours before, have you got some kind of problem that you need a woman every five minutes! I am in no mood to talk to you or be with you or whatever”, she finished.
“Quite a speech you made there…you are very ungrateful, you have everything you need, and yet you still complain”
“I don’t complain anymore. But why did you do that to me! How could you go off with another woman”, she asked, “im so stupid, how could I not realise that me being your lover as you call it, is just for you to have an easy access to some action on a daily basis! I don’t want anything to do with you!”, she growled.
“You are overreacting”, Voldemort yawned, “I care for you a lot more than you think, and if you must know I didn’t sleep with the slut”
“You still kissed her! You are an utter bastard and I don’t care if you get annoyed I called you that! Im so annoyed at you right now”
“You realise I don’t have to answer to you if I want to sleep with another woman”
“I know, but-”
“No buts! Do you really think I care what you think!”, he spat, but after a moment he looked up at her, “look, now I have you I don’t need another woman. I was pissed off with you last night”
“I don’t know what to say. I feel like ive been cheated on, I know we aren’t in a relationship like that and you can be with whoever you want, but I was hurt when I saw you with her. That is so stupid! Im stupid”
“No you’re not, but I wont apologise for last night”
“I never expected you to”, she replied simply. “I think us two have way too many problems, and I cant see that ever changing. I think still deep in my mind I can remember how you have screwed my life, but in my present mind I like you, and that confuses me so much. And then I see you with someone else and I feel upset, and I hate feeling these stupid feelings for you because I shouldn’t, and I don’t want to”, she cried, tears falling down her cheeks.
“You never told me this before”
“Because I never knew how much it would pain me to see you with someone else-that’s how ridiculous this all is! Its not like me at all…im getting so worked up and you barely like me, you are the dark lord for heavens sake”, Hermione wiped her eyes.
“I don’t barely like you, you see, you have changed me in that way. Before you came along I hated everyone and everything, what I wanted to achieve was all I thought about. Now I have achieved basically everything, I live to keep the world how I want it to be, but there is more no”, Voldemort leaned forward. “There is a muggleborn girl who I took an interest in on the day I won the war, who pisses me off so much yet I let it go most of the time, this girl who is beautiful and clever, as well as one of the most powerful people alive today-though she doesn’t seem to realise it. A girl who I care about more than I have ever cared about anyone, and she stands before me now. Tell me Hermione, why does this girl do this to me?”
“I didn’t realise”, she quivered. “I thought you hated me, I thought you just liked the thought of me serving you”
“Then you were wrong. I have never been intimate with a woman as much as I have with you, now that brings me into a little problem…what shall I do with you Hermione?”
“I have nothing in my life, all I have is ironically you, I have to depend on you to survive in this world. I have grown to want you, more than I have needed you, and I hate that more than anything. I may not be one with the order of the phoenix and I may be your servant, but I still feel im betraying myself doing these things. I despise you yet at the same time I feel-”, she cut off. “I don’t know what I feel, this isn’t right”
“Look I don’t know what all this stuff is, im not exactly the emotional type”
“Neither am I”
“Really?”, he laughed.
“Yes really! I don’t get upset usually, but ever since you came online you just turned my life upside down!”
“Yeah ok”, he said sarcastically with a grin, “you know…ive been wanting to ask you something for a little while now”
“What?”
“I think last night sort of screwed things up”
“What, I wasn’t that bad was I?”
“No I meant me, I pissed you off, so I sort of-well I acted like a twat to you”
“What? You are admitting something!”, she laughed in surprise. “Yes im annoyed at that, but I was a prat too, so were almost even”.
“Almost?”
“Well, yes, you hurt me a lot when I saw you with whoever that was. Though, I cant keep a grudge against my lord”
“So im still your lord”, he smirked while pushing her onto the bed and climbing on top of her suddenly.
“I don’t exactly have a choice in that do I”
“No, but its nice to hear it come from your lips”, he leaned down and kissed them.
“How is it that you manage to have me in tears, and then next you have me underneath you?”, she gasped as he looked deep in her eyes, his nose touching hers.
“I am the dark lord, and more so I am your lord”, he whispered seductively. “You are still dressed as an angel”, he stroked her hair, “you are my dark angel, all mine”, Voldemort made her clothes disappear as well as his own.
“Not wanting to waste time are you”, Hermione giggled before kissing his neck while he played with her breasts. “Angels are pure, I don’t feel pure”
“You are purer than white snow, but darker than the night sky and I need to be inside of you”
“You sound like you are reciting a poem”, she teased, which turned her voice to moans as he touched her most intimate parts, not warning her as he pushed his full length inside, causing both to groan in pleasure. His thrusts were met by Hermione, the only sounds were her moans and his breaths, and it was the first time she had felt no pain whatsoever during their time together in bed. Voldemort could last ages, Hermione came to orgasm twice before he finally came inside of her, she felt the familiar warmth inside as they both breathed very heavily, he didn’t roll off of her but kissed her forehead and wiped his own sweated forehead.
Lowering his lips to her left ear he asked a question she was not expecting.
….