Soul Mates

Eek, I know, I'm a bad bad girl! I'm sorry. Better late than never, right?





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Three hours later Hermione looked at the green brew with disgust. It looked beautiful, but the smell was wretched. At least she didn’t need to drink it; all she had to do was say the spell and put in a drop of her blood on the last word. Then she would have her soul mate.



It didn’t really give a lot of information. How would she know who her soul mate was? Would his name appear? Would he appear? Would she disappear? These thoughts plagued her continuously. She had a while to decide, the potion had to simmer for an hour after it turned emerald green.



Sitting back Hermione tried to picture her dream man. He would be brilliant; she could not abide by a stupid man. He would love her voracity for learning, not feel threatened by it. He didn’t have to be handsome, but he had to make her feel beautiful. He would teach her about sex and make sure she loved it. And most importantly, he would love her and keep her safe and happy.



Hermione knew she could take care of herself, but she longed to be protected. She had known danger from her first year at Hogwarts and it only got worse each year.



Maybe this was a bad idea. Hermione knew next to nothing about this spell; anything could happen. She could find a man on her own…but would he be right for her? She had loved Ron for ages, but now she saw that he was the wrong guy for her, on so many levels. What if this was the only way for her to find happiness? What if she always picked the wrong guy?



Hermione fought with herself until she heard the chimes. Her hour was up.



“I’m going to do this, and it will work out for the best.” Hermione said to herself, allowing her doubt to melt away.



Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she went to the cauldron and looked inside. It was still that beautiful shade of green, but now it smelled wonderful. Like grass and parchment. It soothed her fears and made her feel content.



Hermione readied herself quickly and began the spell. She only had one chance at this.



“I ask for my soul mate;

in humble need I come,

I ask before it is too late;

before my heart goes numb,



Spirits hear my call;

bring two into one,

lock our fates together

let us want another none.



With blood I bind us,

with love I save us.”



Hermione winced at the sharp pain of the needle and watched her blood drip into the potion. For a moment nothing happened. Then, she felt her skin tingle and her breath catch. Magic swirled around her, making her dizzy. A shimmering appeared in front of her and Hermione hastily withdrew her wand.



Suddenly, the shimmering stopped and a cloaked man lay on the floor. He didn’t move. Hermione felt both nervous and elated. This was her soul mate, the man she was to spend forever with. What would she say to him, how would he feel about this? Was he OK?



Hermione moved slowly toward him, he was still unconscious. This was her chance to get a good look at him. Her wand still pointed at him (you could never be too sure), Hermione knelt down and lifted the cloak a bit. Hmm, he was bald. She lifted it a bit more, wanting to see his face, but it was buried in one strong arm. Wow, he had a terrific body; all hard and lean and very pale.



She jumped when he moaned and moved. He was waking up! He lifted his head and she held her breath.

Red eyes met surprised hazel eyes, Hermione gasped. It was Voldemort!



“Incarcerous!” She cried out without thinking. Immediately he was tied up and looking very surprised.



“What in Merlin’s name! How did I get here, who are you? Release me at once and I may spare your life.” He snarled. Anger and power radiated from every pore of his body. He struggled in vain to loosen the rope but it was magically enchanted and could only be undone by the caster.



He looked down at his wand and it began to move toward him. Frightened, Hermione snatched it up and stared. Lord Voldemort. How could he be her soul mate? Was there something wrong with the spell? Was there something wrong with her? Oh god, what was she going to do!



Voldemort looked at her in anger, then recognition lit his eyes. “You’re that filthy Mudblood girlfriend of Potters!”



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Voldemort looked on as the girl began to hyperventilate. Good, she should be afraid. How had she summoned him here? Could she be that powerful? He looked at her with renewed interest. If she was that powerful, he could have a use for her, loyalties could always be broken for the right price. He knew that first hand.



The girl began crying and pacing. It was quite annoying. “Girl! Sit down before you have a stroke.” He smirked when she complied. “Now, what is going on?” He tried to ask her gently, not wanting to upset her again. She wouldn’t be able to answer his questions if she began again, he reasoned.



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She looked at him and slowly calmed down. She closed her eyes and looked for an explanation, but she couldn’t form the words.



Glancing to her right, she spotted the paper with the spell and potion. He was brilliant, evil, but brilliant. He would comprehend the magnitude of what was happening.



She stood and grabbed the paper, that walked slowly back to him. She was so nervous, he would be so angry. Oh god, her friends would be so angry, everyone she loved would hate her. What was she going to do? She couldn’t kill him, she just couldn’t; every time she thought it, her heart began to hurt.



“Read this, it should explain things.” She told him softly, releasing his bounds and handing him the paper. He stood and looked at it, and her, suspiciously before turning his attention to the text. She went back to her chair and watched as he read it. No emotions passed on his face. He simply read it.



Hermione took this moment to really look at him. He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t grotesque either. His eyes were red, and looked a bit snake-like. Two slits rested where his nose should be. His lips were perfect, like carved stone. She wondered how he would kiss…hard and demanding, or soft and inviting? Maybe both? His body was lean but well muscled. He was at least a foot taller than her. She couldn’t tell a lot, his cloak was large and billowing.



“You are my soul mate.” He finally said, looking at her. She didn’t like it. His eyes were assessing her, covering every inch of her body. “Where are we?” He asked, no, demanded. His voice was deep and sure, not snakelike, as she would have imagined.



“We’re in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.” She replied. This got a reaction. Shock, triumph, and finally confusion passed over his face. Maybe she shouldn’t have told him that. The thought of lying to him was distasteful.



“Well, it seems this spell did what I’ve been trying to do for years.” He said, almost gleefully. It was quite scary to see him happy.



“Um, here is your wand Mr….um….Voldemort.” She said shakily as she passed his wand to him.



He took it, looking faintly surprised. She half expected him to attack her, but he simply put it into his robes.



“Call me Tom, we are married after all and you’ll be coming to live with me.” He remarked.



“No we’re not. I didn’t sign anything.” She said in confusion and horror. Surely he was joking. “It was a soul-mate spell, nothing more.”



His laughter rang out. It made her stomach muscles tighten and her breath stop. “You performed a marriage spell. We’re officially married. The Ministry probably already knows and the Daily Prophet will more than likely splash it across the front page tomorrow.”



“What!?!” she exclaimed, horrified. “But, it’s supposed to only find your soul mate!”



“It did, and it bound our souls together in matrimony. Did you not research this before you used it?” He asked incredulously.



Hermione blushed. The one time she didn’t study a spell thoroughly, it bit her in the nose. “I couldn’t find very much information, a friend asked me to brew it for her. I wanted to try it to make sure it worked…and to find my soul mate of course.” She finished looking down.



Voldemort sighed and sat down, waving his had to indicate that she should sit as well. “Without the spell, the potion would have shown you my name. With the spell, it tied our souls together. We are now married. There are a few rules to this. We must consummate our marriage within 24 hours. We cannot hurt each other and we can never take another to bed. If we try either of those things…well, let’s just say its better that we don’t.”



“Oh God, I’m married to Voldemort.” She groaned, resting her head in her hands. What was she going to do? Killing him was, apparently, not an option. And she didn’t know how she would feel if someone else were to kill him. He wanted to take her away; but she couldn’t do that, it was her Seventh Year and her exams were coming up.



“Hermione, call me Tom. It is a privlige that none other has.” He told her again. He was unaccustomed to repeating himself. “Now you will come with me. As my wife, you will be targeted by many, even your friends. It is not safe for you to remain here.”



Hermione winced. He was probably right. Oh gosh, what would they think of her. Why did the thought of living with him excite her. He was dark, and she was light. They would make a horrible pair, or an explosive one.



“Give me an hour. I have to try, at least, to explain it to them. Also, I should let Dumbledore know. He’ll worry so.” She murmured softly, lost in thought as she began walking toward the door.



“Hermione, you cannot know how they will react, and should they find out I am here, they very well may kill us both.” He stood stiffly, as if waiting for an attack.



She paused in mid step and turned to him in horror. “You’re right, you have to get out of here, if someone finds out you’ve been here…you have to go, get away from here before someone finds out. Things will get very ugly very fast. I don’t want anyone to get hurt, especially you” She ended tearfully.



She shivered as she felt his breath in her ear. “Do not worry so. Come with me now. You can send an owl to them explaining. I’ll have Severus collect anything you may need and I’ll buy you anything else you want.” He said, his hands cradling her hips softly. She had to hold back a moan as his lips found a soft spot at the base of her neck. His hands moved up to cup her full breasts.



She whimpered softly as he moved away from her. She could hear his breath coming in shallow pants. Good, she thought, he feels it too. “I don’t know, I…” She began.



“I’m not leaving without you; you’re mine now. We cannot be apart for too long. Everyone will find out soon enough. Do not fear, I will keep you safe. Please, come with me Hermione” He said carefully, not wanting to frighten her. He held out his hand, silently willing her to take it.



Hermione glanced up and stared at him. He was her dream man. He was smart and handsome in his own way. But most importantly, he really did make her feel wanted and safe.



Then and there, Hermione decided that she wanted this, whatever it was. Her life was changing faster than she could comprehend.



She took his hand and sealed her fate. “OK.”



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So? Intense? Corny? What do you think? Was it believable?

Yes, I know. It was really short. I had planned out something completly different, but I hated it.