Riddle Her This

Disclaimer: Not even Tom Riddle is mine *sniff!* All are Jo's, but I love playing with them.

pinkwands: The wait is over.

Sapphire: Yes, poor Hermione...

angel: Here's how.

Miepje: Well, HG is going to be in a lot of trouble...

Amelia: Thank you, a box of your favourite cookies is well on its way to you!!!

Dreamweaver: Yes, lovely Severus. He his a goodie imo...

She Is Called

Severus held her firmly to his body, as if fearing her escape. She didn’t dare look in his eyes. He smiled down at her though. He was waiting for this moment for a couple of years now. The moment when he could have Hermione Granger to himself. It was not like he hated her, he was just frustrated with her lack of imagination, and now he had her on his own, in his little cottage. He was going to teach her all sorts of things. Occlumency, and Legilimency were two things that she had to be taught. Although he had a sneaking suspicion that she knew the basics to that already. He swiped away some of her hair and kissed her gently on the forehead.

“Ready,” he murmured.

“As I’ll ever be,” Hermione replied. She already felt the pull, the desire to see Tom again. She knew she should fight it, but how could she?

“When we are in the safety of my abode, I shall explain a few things to you,” Severus said. He took her closer within his body, and Hermione sighed. She felt protected and safe in his arms. They both apparated to a quirky little cottage, and Severus looked at her, to see her reaction. She smiled, as she seemed to like it.

He led her to the front door, and then he turned the key.

“But?”

“This is a muggle neighbourhood, and magic, no matter how innocent the spell, is supposed to be hidden from them. I have to turn the key in my door like everybody else.”

“Sensible I suppose, sir,” Hermione said.

“And don’t call me that, I am no longer your teacher. You may call me Severus. If you answer the door, you are to address yourself as my wife, so as not to arouse speculation and gossip.”

Hermione stared up at her former Potions master and her lips curled in a sly smile.

“Are we to act married outside as well?” She asked.

“Hmm,” he mused, as he looked at her again, and then he spotted an old neighbour leaving a note out for the milkman. “I suppose so.”

He tilted her chin up, and he placed his lips on hers and kissed her. He stroked his tongue gently along hers, so as not to frighten her. He brought her body closer to his and let his hands wander up and down her body.

“Congratulations,” a stranger said in the street. Hermione and Severus stopped kissing, a little to Hermione’s chagrin, and she smiled.

“Yes, all right, Eddy,” Severus said, in an effort to be polite.

“Knew him at Primary School,” Eddy said, then he winked at Severus. “Good looking girl.”

Hermione just rolled her eyes, and then she turned the key in the lock, and pushed open the door. She walked in and dragged Severus in to.

“Don’t you dare kiss me like that again!” She hissed.

“Didn’t you like it?” Severus asked. His voice had turned hard, and his eyes turned as hard as rock.

“That was the problem,” Hermione said. “I liked it too much.”

Severus quickly changed his expression. His sneer turned into a smirk, and the rock like expression in his eyes turned to a dangerous glitter.

“Really?” He asked.

“I don’t think we should, Severus, because of Voldemort, I mean he’ll find out, and he’ll kill you.”

Severus then backed her into the wall, which caused a few pictures to rattle. He stroked her face, and gazed deeply into her eyes. He then went down on his knees and snuggled his face into her stomach, which made her giggle. Hermione stroked his hair, and entangled his dark, lanky locks into her hands, and then he placed his lips on her clothed belly button.

“There is something that you need to know about the Unbreakable Vow,” Severus murmured. He roved his hands up and down on her sides. “You can’t fight it, whatever you try, you have to fulfil the terms, whether you like it or not. As you say you are bound to the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord will expect you to go to him.”

“But I was foolish to agree to those terms in the first place,” Hermione said. She smiled as his lovely safe and capable hands wondered up to her breasts and they hardened on contact. Oh gods, what was it with dark haired Slytherins?

“No more foolish than I to agree to the terms I agreed to when I took it,” Severus replied. “I had to agree to kill Albus.”

“That’s nothing to what I did,” Hermione said. “I broke him away from the girl he loved.”

“You have no idea how much Albus Dumbledore loved you,” Severus said. “We were second cousins by marriage, and he told me a lot of things. He said that you were easily led by the Dark Lord,” Severus looked up at her. “Cleverer Wizards have been caught in his trap before, Hermione. You mustn’t blame yourself.”

“But…”

“No buts, Hermione, what’s done is done, and there is no way to change it. You have a friend and ally in me, and possibly,” here Severus stopped, as he turned his gaze away, “possibly lover as well.”
Hermione found herself blushing at this. Lover to Severus Snape was far safer than being the lover of Lord Voldemort. But, then she pledged her love to him. She sighed, Severus was trying to help, but as he said himself, you can’t fight the Unbreakable Vow. Anytime now, she’d have to answer the call or be driven mad.

“I-I can’t,” she stammered.

“Think about it at least, Hermione, you are too sweet, and too pretty to belong to him.”

Hermione’s blush would have matched the hair colour of Ron.

“Do you really think that I am pretty, and sweet?”

Severus got up off his knees and then he placed his lips on her earlobe, and lightly caressed it with his tongue.

“Very sweet, and absolutely gorgeous!”

Hermione tried not to be too pleased with the sensation of Severus Snape’s ministrations. She had to control herself. She had to stop this to protect him, if nothing else.

“Severus,” she moaned. “Severus, we can’t do this. Tom would kill you. He has marked me as his, I am sorry. I am enjoying this, and if these were different circumstances then I would gladly become your lover.”

Severus stopped and stepped back from her.

“See what I mean, you are far too sweet for him. What possessed you to fall under his spell anyway?”

“I guess I wanted to see what he was like for myself. I met Sirius’ mother, you know, she wasn’t that bad.”

“Greta? Not that bad? When I met her portrait I actually understood why Black did what he did.”

“I also got chatted up by Lucius Malfoy’s father,” Hermione said. “Blonde hair and blue eyes seem to be a family trait. And your uncle and mother, well, your mother was a very sweet girl.”

“She was a sweet woman, much like yourself. My uncle sang your praises all day, everyday. I think he wanted me to fall for you.”

Hermione giggled, and then her stomach growled.

“Oh,” Severus said when he heard it. “Come on, I’ll get you something to eat. What would my Lady like?”

Hermione laughed, and it fell on Severus ears like water would on a travel stained person. He smiled. He took her hand, and then he led her to the kitchen. He sat her down on a chair. He opened his fridge, and then he walked into his cupboard. He brought out a packet of pasta, and a jar of tomato sauce.

“Muggle food?” Hermione asked.

“I have not the time to cook from fresh ingredients,” he replied. “Normally, I prefer to. I think also that you are too hungry. This would be quick and easy.”

Hermione smiled and she looked shyly up at Severus. He returned the smile, and Hermione noticed that when he smiled a lovely genuine smile it took years off his face, and he was actually handsome. Her heart beat fast in her chest, and realised the mistake she had made in pledging her heart to Riddle.

He put some water in a saucepan along with oil and salt, and put the water on to boil. He then put the kettle on; he guessed she might want a cup of tea or something.

“This is all because I fell asleep on the train,” Hermione mumbled.

“We all make mistakes, Hermione,” he said wisely. “It’s just that you have made a lot of mistakes.”

“Thanks!” Hermione exclaimed sourly.

Severus picked out two mugs, and set them on the table by Hermione, and then he poured a drab of milk in his mug, and Hermione nodded, to say she liked hers just as strong. The kettle whistled. He poured some water in the teapot and swirled the pot around a bit. When the teapot had warmed up he poured the hot water down the sink, he then added a teaspoon of tea leaves to the pot and waited for it to brew. He brought out a tea restrainer from a draw and placed it over her cup. He poured the tea into the tea restrainer, and then put the restrainer on his own mug. Hermione took her mug and wrapped her hands around the mug.

“Do you take sugar?” he asked.

“No thank you,” Hermione said. “My parents are dentists, and so I have been warned of the evils of sugar since I was a little girl. That hasn’t stopped me from eating sweets behind their backs though,” she added at the end. Severus smirked at the naughty twinkle there in her eyes.

She picked her mug up daintily and took a sip out of it. The water in the saucepan was now boiling, and Severus added half a packet of the pasta twirls into the water. He gave it a good stir so that the pasta would not stick, and then he walked away from it.

“A watched pot never boils,” he said. Hermione smiled, as she took another sip of her hot strong tea. He continued looking at her, and wishing that the circumstances were also different. If he had to be entirely honest with himself, he had been keeping an eye on her for a while. A watched female certainly does though, he mused. He cursed with the unfairness of it all.

He went back to the pasta and stirred it, to make sure that it would not stick. He then took a twirl and bit into it. “Do you like Al dente?”

“Yes,” Hermione said. “That’s the only way to eat pasta. My mother likes it cooked absolutely thoroughly. But then she likes milk in Earl Grey tea as well.”

Severus visibly shuddered at the thought.

“You have obviously got more class than your mother,” he said.

“It’s all from my fathers side, he is actually the third son of Sir Edwin Granger. He has taught me everything. In fact I am the only heir to that throne… not that it is much.”

“You mean you’re royalty?” Severus asked. He took the pan off the heat, and brought out a colander, he poured the pasta into it, and drained the oily salt water out.

Hermione snorted.

“Huh, if you can call it that! But, yes, I do actually have a title. I am supposed to be Lady Hermione Dagworth-Granger.”

“You are related to Dagworth?” Severus asked, as he put the pasta back into the saucepan, and poured half a jar of dolmio sauce into the pan with the pasta.

“Yes, but I downplayed it. I wanted to get on with my own merits,” she said. “But yes on my fathers side of the family there was a long line of wizards and witches. My great grandparents, and grandparents and father, were born squibs. I guess I still qualify for being called a Mudblood.”

“Hmm, only just,” Severus said. He then stirred the pasta around the saucepan, making sure it got as much of the sauce as he could. He then opened a cupboard door, under the cooker, and brought out two plates. He then served the pasta on the plates equally, and placed Hermione’s by her side. He then brought out his best cutlery and handed her a fork.

“I didn’t want to admit anything in front of Ron, because he feels worthless enough as it is, because Harry is the boy who lived. And if I told him whom I really am, then he would only lose what little confidence he has got.”

She tucked into her pasta before it got cold, and she finished rather quickly. He smiled as he ate his rather slowly. Travelling always either made people hungry, or tired. It seemed to make Hermione hungry.

“So,” Hermione sighed, as she sat back. She looked at the kitchen. “Lets tidy up the kitchen, and then we’ll have a good long talk.”

Severus looked at Hermione.

“Does HE know anything about this?” he asked.

“I don’t think so,” Hermione said.

~*~*~

Lord Voldemort sat in the Contemplation Room and pondered over how he was to get Hermione over to him. She could try and resist, but she would not be able to. He loved that power he held over her. He loved the power that he held over everybody, but especially her. He would have to either call her through dream whispers, or, he would just have to send a message via owl or house elf. He thought about the latter options and frowned. No, dream whispers were much more effective. He would fall asleep and place his body physically in his dream and find her with his mind.

He could not sleep normally, but he had trained himself to sleep at times, and he found this technique extremely useful, especially to call over women. He decided to give it an extra hour or so. Severus was most probably boring the poor girl to death. A slow smile crept up on his lips, as the possible thought of that made him shiver with happiness. What a painful way to go. He’d have to think of a spell that could literally do that.

He walked out of the room, and then he was on his way to look into his pensive to find memories of her. He had waited so long, and he wanted to make sure that he could recite word for word how they had first met. That would definitely make her think that he had been missing her. And he had, in his own way. He was looking forward to meeting her again, but he was not nervous about it. He was almost skipping with confidence.

He walked down to the cellars where he kept his pensive and he placed both hands on the cold rim of the stone basin. He decided he’d rather do this naked, as he stepped away from the basin to remove his clothes a rat scurried in, he sighed, as he leant on the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest in a rather boyish gesture. The rat transformed into a rather pathetic excuse of a human being.

“What is it, Wormtail?” Voldemort asked.

“It seems that Snape wants her for himself,” Wormtail said. “He has tried talking her into becoming lovers.”

“And did she accept?” Lord Voldemort asked.

“She said she’d like to, but she said that she has pledged herself to you,” Wormtail said. “I think, though, she wanted to become lovers with Snape.”

Lord Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. He realised he would have to work quicker than he wanted to. He trusted her, oh yes, but he did not trust Snape. He was exactly like his Uncle. Noble, and unfortunately very good with the women.”

“She seems to be staying with you, Master,” Pettigrew said.

“As well she might, for I have not given her any reason to leave me.”

Pettigrew bowed. Lord Voldemort waved for him to go, and decided he’d have to try the dream whisper now. It was a danger to allow her to stay with Severus. He would convince her, he was sure of that. Of course Snape would, he was as Slytherin as they came. If Snape realised he wanted the girl, he’d go all out for that girl.

He stormed out of the cellar and up the stairs back to the bedroom. He laid on the bed and put his hands behind his head and counted to ten, it never worked, but he had to try some way to remain calm, and in control. He breathed long, and loud, and then he closed his eyes. He dreamt of her. It was already working.

“Hermione,” he said in his dream. “Where are you my dearest, sweetest Hermione?”

Back in Spinners End Hermione felt droopy, and tired. She laid herself flat on the sofa.

“Voldemort?” she asked.

“I am so very glad, do you know what we’re doing?”

“Dream whispering. It’s powerful magic,” she answered. “And not really advised.”

“My sweetest rose,” Lord Voldemort chuckled. “That you should be concerned after what you have done.”

“Why do you want me so much?” Hermione asked.

“Because, my sweet, you are my true love. All you have to do is for your dream self to accept my dream self’s hand and then I take you to my place. Just apparate into your dream, and then take my hand. I will see to it that you won’t be tampered with by other, less worthy men.”

“I don’t think I can,” Hermione said.

“You can,” Lord Voldemort said. “You can do anything, my dearest. Apparate into your dream.”

Hermione thought about this, and the only thing that seemed to be stopping her was the fact that she knew Severus was watching. She couldn’t. Could she?

“I will,” she said. The desire to obey his every command was virulent within her. “I will.”

She turned herself around, and then she imagined her physical self to go into the dream. She then pushed her leg slightly forward, and then she was gone.

“We’re in your dream, now Hermione,” Lord Voldemort said. “Now, all you have to do is take my hand, and walk with me.” Hermione took his hand and smiled, as they walked together in her dream, leading her to him, and then he held her close to his body. “Now we just take a step outside of the dream, and you will be where you should be,” Lord Voldemort said.

“It is really that simple?” Hermione gasped.

“Only to those who want to learn,” Lord Voldemort replied. He stepped out, and she followed.

Hermione blinked as she saw herself in a different room. A large canopied bed stood in the middle of the room, and the fireplace was glowing with fire, and curled up, in the corner of the room was a serpent. The serpent raised her head and bobbed it.

“That is Nagini,” Voldemort said, as he introduced the snake to Hermione. “You said you were going to seek me out.”

“I was thinking of a way to my Lord,” Hermione said as she curtsied awkwardly. “Believe me, as soon as I came back I began to think of ways to get to you.”

Lord Voldemort smiled. He glided over to Hermione and tilted her chin up.

“I’ve waited so long for this moment, my dearest,” he murmured. “You are to be my bride, remember? We’ll have to sort out the arrangements soon, but tonight…tonight we make love.”

Hermione gulped, this was Voldemort, not Tom. Tom was still fairly human, but Voldemort wasn’t. He ran his hands up and down her sides. She closed her eyes and sighed, she knew then what she had let herself in for. She was, indeed, a foolish girl.

~*~*~

Snape was not easily startled, indeed his days at school trained him well to always guess the next move of individuals. But what he had just witnessed shocked him beyond belief. One minute Hermione Granger was stretched out languidly on his sofa, and then he looked down to read a page or two of his book, only to find her gone when he looked up.

He could only think of one thing that could have caused her to disappear like that, and he didn’t like to think of that. Dream Whispering was not quite as bad as some of the things the Dark Lord favoured, in fact it was actually quite white for him. But, that he would use it to get Hermione, did not sit well with the dark robed man.

He frowned, and then took a pinch of floo powder and threw it in the fireplace.

“Minerva McGonnagal. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

He then stepped out of the fireplace and found the office empty. He stared around the place, and felt guilty being here. One of the portraits opened an eye. It was Albus, and Snape caught it just as Albus opened the eye.

“And how are you, Severus?” Albus asked.

“I am surprised you can talk to me, after what I did to you,” Severus mumbled.

“You were bound, what seems to be troubling you?”

“I was given a mission to look after Hermione, and to keep her away from Tom Riddle,” Severus said. “I failed in that mission. Riddle used Dream Whispering to get her away from me.”

Albus portrait frowned, and then he smiled. He looked down on the young man.

“I think you rather like Miss Granger, don’t you, Severus?”

“She feels sorely guilty for doing what she did do, Albus,” Severus said, evading the question.

“I know,” Albus said. “But it was the right thing to do.”

“How do I get her back? Dream Whispering is certainly out of the question. He’d keep an eye on her dreams now.”

“Hermione will have to look after herself, Severus, she is of age, AND, she was a Slytherin for nearly a month.”

“I know,” Severus said. “But I can’t help thinking that we’re all too late.”

~*~*~

Voldemort had divested them both of their clothing. He then lowered his head and sucked and kissed her neck. He then dotted light, feathery kisses on her collarbone.

“I seem to remember you liked that,” he said.

“Yes, yes I did,” she breathed. She then wrapped her hands around his head and brought him closer to her.

He disentangled himself away from her, as he wanted to see her in her glowing glory. She did not like to admit it, but his body was just as sexy, and beautiful as it had been when he was a boy. She ran a hand lightly up and down it, and smiled as she felt him shiver with her touch.

“I’ve missed you these past few decades,” he said. “For once a Slytherin had to take the hard way.”

“You could have come with me,” Hermione breathed. He loved the feel of her breath on his porcelain white skin. He loved the exact opposites that they were. Although she was a brilliant Slytherin, she was still essentially a Gryffindor. He was pure born, and she was muggleborn, he was not quite human, and she was full of humanity.

“That would have changed history, Hermione, I could not have risked that,” he replied, “besides I had my own destiny to fulfil, and now I have I can marry you.”

He walked around and stood behind her, and then he cupped both her breasts in his hands. He teased the nipple with his thumbs and middle fingers, and she leant back into him.

He encircled his hands around her stomach, and then he stroked her vagina. She gasped and turned around, and clamped her mouth on his fiercely, and lovingly. His tongue and taste had not changed either, and she hitched her legs over his waist. He supported her to the bed, whereupon he laid her down, and then she opened her eyes.

“I love you, Voldemort,” she said huskily.

That was all he needed, as he thrust into her. She screamed, and then he slid out of her. He looked at her face, that was full of pleasure, and her eyes glowed with absolute joy.

“I think you know how I feel about you, sweetest Hermione,” he murmured hungrily.

~*~*~

Harry Potter awoke shivering and sweating at the same time. His scar has not hurt since the day of Sirius’ murder. He sprang out of bed, and wrapped his body in a robe. He took his wand and carefully slipped out of the Common Room. He ran to the Headmistress’ office. Professor McGonnagal had to be told. He looked at the gargoyle.

“On Time,” Harry said. The gargoyle sprang open, and Harry walked up the spiral staircase and burst into the office. He froze when he saw Snape in there. Alone!

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I might ask you the same question, pity I can no longer deduct points from you, Potter!”

“Severus, Harry,” Dumbledore said sternly. They both stopped glaring evilly at each other. “What is it you want, Harry?”

“I wanted to talk to Professor McGonnagal,” Harry said. “But you may be able to help. My scars hurting again! He’s happy, but I can’t think of anything that would make him happy.”

“That is unusual,” Albus said. “I would have thought Tom might have stopped connecting himself to you.”

“This could only mean one thing, Albus,” Severus said. “And that is that we were all wrong, it appears the Dark Lord does know how to love.”

“Huh, he has a funny way of showing it!” Harry exclaimed. “And you still haven’t explained your presence here, yet.”

“Like you I came to talk to Minerva,” Severus said.

“What right have you to call her by her first name you treacherous murderer?”

“The right any cousin has, Potter.”

“WHAT?”
“Minerva and I are second cousins on my fathers side,” Severus explained coolly. “Anyway, it seems that we have a connecting reason to speak with her.”

Harry grimaced. He did not want to be stuck in the same room with Snape, on his own, for longer than necessary.

~*~*~

“HERMIONE!” Voldemort yelled. “HERMIONE, OH PLEASE, MORE!”

She screamed and twisted, and writhed under him. Her head was thrown back on the bed, and she had goodness knows how many orgasms, as she had lost count, and she had bit, clawed, and yelled as he did the same thing to her.

“VOLDEMORT!” She screamed.

He slipped out of her at her final orgasm. He easily moved off her, and then he slipped into the covers. He had not broken a sweat, yet Hermione had hair plastered all over her face and neck, and drops of perspiration bespangled her brow. She panted and threw her head back in relief.

“We are to get married tomorrow, Hermione, do not worry for expense. I have already sorted your wedding dress out,” he said, as she too made her way under the covers, he licked some of her sweat off her face, and that made her giggle.

“I love you,” she sighed, as she flung an arm across his chest, and a leg over his. He stroked her sweaty hair away from her face.

“I like you,” he murmured.

A/N Dream Whispering is something I made up, but it sounds cool doesn't it!!! What do you think of that?