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Heart of A Snake	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 13692 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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The next few days dragged on pretty slowly. With Tom gone, she didn't have anyone to banter with, so she was pretty bored. She tried going at it with Draco, but he ran away in fear. What a baby.. Hermione laughed. While her time in the Manor has been getting better, she was still struggling internally.

Hermione knew Dolohov deserved to die.. yet she was still being nagged by the little voice in the back of her mind. It was like no matter what she did to quiet the sound, it wouldn't leave her. Her conscience was haunting her. She just couldn't figure out why. Ron and Harry, they would be so disappointed. Harry would flip because I haven't killed Tom yet, and Ron would just pout like usual. Thinking back, Hermione never knew what she had seen in Ron. He was a pig, a mama's boy. Always whining that he was trapped in the shadows, yet he never did a thing about it. He was extremely unintelligent, suprised he did as well on his O.W.L.S. as he did. Ugh and to think I used to like him! I could have had a real relationship with Krum, but no, I didn't. Because of Ron. UGH. This is all so pointless.

Hermione had decided she would go to the library, as usual. She had seen a nice Muggle romance novel that she wanted to read. On her way there, however, she was stopped by Narcissa. "Hermione, dear, it's time to get fitted for your gown!" Hermione groaned, she had not been looking forward to this.. She simply nodded and followed Narcissa back to her room. However, she was confused when Narcissa just kept walking. "Umm... where are we going?" Narcissa stopped. "I've been told to have you moved to another location." "Where?" Hermione asked. Narcissa continued walking down the hall, and then paused before a door. She opened it, and motioned for Hermione to step inside. Hermione walked in, and immediately knew where she was.

"Oh hell no. Nope, not happening. I am NOT staying in his room! What is wrong with him. When I get a hold of him..." Narcissa took a step forward, and began undressing Hermione. "Stop crying. There's nothing you can do about it. So get out of these clothes so we can fit you for your dress." Hermione nodded and did as she was told. She hated how Narcissa was always right about everything, yet she was glad she had someone who understood her and looked out for her. Narcissa slipped the dress over her head. Hermione sighed, the dress was pure silk. It felt like heaven against her body. "Good choice of the material Narcissa. It feels wonderful." The woman smirked, "I knew you'd like your first real taste of luxury." Hermione giggled, she was right. Narcissa was amazing. "You're all set if you want to look in the mirror."

Hermione's jaw dropped. She looked absolutely beautiful. The dress was green and silver with a corset top that made Hermione's already big boobs even bigger. The dress made her waist appear even smaller than usual and the silver heels gave her another inch or so. "Narcissa, thank you. The dress, it's beautiful. I've never seen anything like it." Narcissa smiled, then hugged Hermione. "I had it custom made, just for you. You look perfect." Hermione felt herself tear up. She was happy right now, regardless off what situation she was in. Hermione took the gown off and gave it to Narcissa. She didn't want Tom to see it. She laughed, "Narcissa, you go on. I want to do some snooping." Hermione giggled. Narcissa smirked and shook her head, "Very well, dinner will be served in a half hour or so." Hermione nodded.

She looked around the room, it was huge. She smiled when she saw the bed was huge! Plenty of room to keep space between us. Hermione smirked. She walked over to the bathroom, where once again she was met with awe. She never would have thought the Dark Lord would have such a luxurious room. In the middle of the room was a bathtub the size of a small pool. In the corner there was a stand up shower. It was beautiful. Hermione simply shook her head and then walked back into the bedroom. She decided she would take a look through his drawers. She opened her mouth in shock when the first drawer she opened contained... boxers?

Hermione burst out laughing. Oh my god. This is too weird, too normal. She started laughing even harder. She just couldn't wrap her mind around the idea that Tom Riddle, a.k.a. Voldemort, wore underwear. She just couldn't stop giggling, especially if she imagined how mad he would be if he saw what she was doing.. Hermione's fit of laughter eventually died down, when suddenly, a new imagine popped into her head. She started cracking up even more. What if Tom wore... whitey tidies! Hermione was beside herself. She was laughing so hard she had tears running down her face, and she was clutching her stomach. It was too much. She had to get out of the room before she imagined what the snake man would look like in the underwear...

Hermione tore herself from the room, making her way down to the dining hall. She just couldn't stop laughing. Hermione had to behave tonight, especially since Pansy was here. Ugh, that girl is so stupid. I don't even know what Draco sees in her.. Hermione made her way in and then sat herself at the table. She couldn't stop smirking, and a small giggle would escape her lips every once and awhile. Eventually, Narcissa couldn't take it anymore. "Hermione, would you mind sharing with us what is so funny?" Hermione seriously contemplated telling, but then couldn't. She didn't want them to get into trouble. So she just shook her head, "Nope. I can't. Sorry!" And with that, Hermione pushed that image away from her mind... for now at least.

Dinner was going good, unless Pansy decided to open that stupid mouth of hers. Hermione just couldn't take it. "Pansy, I can hear what you are whispering to Draco, in fact, we all can." Pansy looked furious, "Mind your own business Mudblood." Before Hermione could say anything, Lucius stood. "Don't call her that. You're lucky the Dark Lord isn't here. Idiot." Pansy rushed from the dining hall, crying. How typical. Hermione stood, finished with her meal. She was exhausted, and although she didn't like the idea of sleeping in Tom's bed, it sure did look comfy. Hermione made her way to the room, when she was stopped by Pansy, again. Hermione shook her head, and kept walking. She grabbed Hermione, pulling on her hair.

Okay, this bitch is seriously pissing me off. Hermione turned to Pansy, and before realizing what she was thinking, saw Pansy drop to the floor, screaming. Hermione shook her head, trying to get her thoughts off of Pansy. Once she thought of Tom and his underwear, Pansy stopped squirming. "Stupid Mudblood, how dare you cast the Cruciatus on me! You'll pay for this." She stood, Hermione stared at her, daring her to continue speaking. "Watch your back, Mudblood." Hermione laughed, then walked away, but not before whispering, "No, you better watch your, bitch."

Hermione practically ran the rest of the way to her room. Once inside, she slammed and locked the doors shut. Was her powers really that out of control? She hadn't seen her wand in ages, yet she kept performing all these complicated spells. She climbed into the warm bed. Hermione sighed when she found out the sheets were silk. Getting comfortable, she thought back to what had happened with Pansy. Had I really wandlessly and nonverbally casted an Unforgivable on her, without even realizing it. Or intending it? Hermione shook her head, no, that was too weird. Was she really that strong? Ugh, what is happening to me?
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