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I leave Zabini’s office with an uneasy feeling, I automatically shake it off as just his magic being intense. He was a comrade now and I needed to trust him. I absently rub the finger that I knicked earlier. I trek towards my library to check on the stabilizing potion, I arrive at my lab to find a single red rose and a note with Riddle’s elegant handwriting.
“Dinner at 8pm” , I say out loud. Well, just great I must stare across from the jerk when I could be planning his demise.…
I began researching rune schematics...

Before long I notice that it’s four pm and time for my daily meeting with Luna and Neville in the greenhouse.
I make it to the greenhouse with not too many distractions. I was stopped a couple times by muggleborn students who would hug me before giggling off towards their houses. Upon entering the greenhouse, I see a sleeping Neville laying on Luna’s lap as she sings softly. I tiptoe in and Luna smiles at my arrival, she magically conjures a pillow and presides to rest Neville’s head on it. She then rises and stretches, her long silver hair swishing in the sunlight. I motion for her hand and guide her towards the lake. We sit there, and I tell her the entire plan, I ask her if she was willing to risk her life to help, She automatically obliges.
“ I have dreamed of helping you since we embraced weeks ago, I am quite excited to see Fae land”, she wafts dreamily as she stares towards the lake.
“ Yes Hermione, I will gladly take Neville back with me, He seems to be recovering much better with stories of my travels, besides you have much to prepare for…oh? yes, I’m sorry… I cant tell by your look that you are wondering why I already knew you were going to ask?”, Luna smiles sweetly as she begins to braid my hair.
“You dreamed it”, I say as I sink my toes into the cold water, water lilies spring forth and I admire the beauty.
“ Yes, I dreamed that you were going to ask, I also dreamed that Neville will be happy and will also recover much faster… although it does begin to get hazy, I’m still not the best at interpreting my dreams”, I‘m lost in thought as Luna stands up and stretches. Her simple navy robe was splattered with stars and comets.
“ I must go to the library before I leave, do you think Hodgy would mind apparating Neville to his room? I will swing by to pick him up and we will floo home. I have already set up a greenhouse for him, I plan on searching for Gripplylurks to plant before we leave for Tir na nÓg, they shall guard the house against wrongdoers.” Luna helps me up before starting off towards the lake.
“ Yes that’s fine, I will stay with Neville for a bit before I have to go to dinner with Voldy.” I scrunch my face and Luna laughs as she waves goodbye and heads toward the castle, her blonde hair a glossy shimmer.

I really didn’t like lying to Hermione, but I couldn’t tell her where I was truly going, It was too mortifying to explain. I simply couldn’t remember why I wanted to go …but I knew I wanted too, well my body wanted too… kinda like when Wrackspurts are pulled towards their death. I was a curious Ravenclaw, the downfall of my house.
I knew where they were, I saw them both heading towards this direction earlier. My long legs have taken me to the potions office and I hesitate as I recall the explicit dreams that I've waken up to, my body throbbing with want. I eventually knock slowly as I begin nervously twirling my blonde hair.
Severus Snape opens the door and peers down at me.
I smile before saying “I think I want to be here? I’m not sure why though..”
Severus continues to stare silently before finally sighing and saying in a deep fluid voice “It seems Lucius that I do owe you fifty Galleons, do come in Ms. Lovegood” Severus abruptly turns around, leaving me at the open door. One last chance to run I presume.
I nervously step into the dusky office. Severus has poured himself four fingers worth of whiskey and begins drinking it as he observes me. I see that Lucius has also begun eyeing me with dark eyes. He rises at my advancement and slowly circles around me. I turn around and follow his gaze, he may seem like a beautiful gentleman, but he was anything but…
“Luna my dear, I’ve wondered when you would grace us with your presence… Severus shall we call for tea? , Lucius smiles wickedly before closing the door.

Hermione looks quite ravishing tonight, I stare at her with blank eyes although my blood boiled with desire. I wanted to command everyone out of this restaurant and fuck her on this table, I grow stiff at the thought of her brown and gold skin swirling as I push her over the precipice of pleasure numerous times. When she orgasmed I felt her excitement, her magic would fuse with my dark aura and it felt simply …well indescribable She takes this moment to finally stare at my intense eyes as I imagine her moaning around my cock.
Hermione’s face reddens slightly at my gaze and soon finds the tablecloth highly interesting, she stares fiercely at the maroon cloth. She has been trying to avoid my gaze and has been quite intrigued by the small French restaurant we’ve apparated to... sigh…I knew she was still upset with my crude departure two days ago, but honestly does she not know how hard a two-way relationship was for me.?I was use to commanding and receiving. Honestly, she should be more considerate of her position. After she helped Potter escape, I planned on having her simply as my bed warmer, forever perched at my feet. However, she was simply too special for that… this draws me back to her question from earlier in the week. I reach over and pour the infuriating minx another glass of blood red wine. I internally growl I was really trying to work things out the normal way with Hermione, however, my patience for her theatrics would only last so long before I would merely take her, whether she wanted it or not… depending on the outcome of this dinner, I was willing to slip her lust potion tonight. She looked simply too tempting in her clinging olive-green bondage dress and spiked gold heels. I had to give it to Narcissa, she had excellent taste.
“Hermione my dear, how long must we keep up this awkward charade, I certainly miss your writhing body beneath mine?”, I smirk suggestively at my lioness. She stares at me with flaming cheeks before saying casually.
“I am just trying to get used to my position in your world master? Emperor?  Führer? honestly, I can’t keep up with your megalomaniac pursuits”, her honeyed voice is laced with sharp sarcasm. I growl out loud in irritation…seriously this witche pushes me.
Hermione smirks slightly, as she slowly eats her rich chocolate cake. She has declined dinner and ordered dessert upon arrival, were all Gryffindor's so problematic? Fine, I’ll give you what you want you infuriating… I raise my wand in irritation and silence our private booth. I notice that she slightly stiffens at my quick movement, I roll my eyes, Honestly…
She stares at me like a deer in the headlights, waiting for my response. I know she feels the change in our magic.

“ Hermione my dear, I shall most likely only say this once. When I first discovered you were the mastermind behind a majority of Potter’s triumph, I wanted to extinguish you; a mere mudblood child at that. After numerous reports of your intelligence and subtle ruthlessness … oh yes, I know about Umbridge’s traumatizing trip in the Forbidden Forrest”, I smile sinisterly.
“Yes, well she was asking for it. I actually despise the bitch more than you”, she continues to stare deadpanned. Seriously I was going to crucio her. I take a large gulp of fire whiskey before continuing.
“Yes, I assume she is quite creepy, you would think by now that someone would tell her pink wasn’t her color … anyways, after you grew into a beautiful woman and fled Hogwarts I began to want you more than to just torture... well I mean I was still going to torture you, but I wanted you as a pet, you were to be my mudblood whore… I was even considering parading you around naked and collared in jewels”, I stare at her with dark eyes. I really didn’t like losing, especially to Potter. She stares at me with horror and she begins drinking her wine deeply. I chuckle before continuing.
“ You have to remember my dear, that at this point you were the brains behind the trio and thusly were the destroyer of a majority of my plans., not to mention what was considered your bloodline... So I of course, I would not have made you how you are portrayed now. However after discovering our entwined fate and…spending time with you did I come to the irritable conclusion that, although I may not be able to love per say, I do quite enjoy our time together and your wellbeing is one of my several priorities, and not because we share essence, I rather like when you are in a good mood and happy to see me.”, my voice is deep at this point. I detested this “opening up”, but apparently Lucius claims it helps him get laid with Narcissa…
“ Hermione, you are my enemy because I know if I were to release you of your binding, you would go running to Potter and continue on with your futile attempts at defeating me”, I say this harshly as I stare at her with dark eyes. Hermione stares back with stilled motion, I’m sure she was shocked I have discussed this much about the subject at matter. I usually just ordered her around when her razor wit got on my nerves.
I continue after draining my drink, “Hermione, I really wish you could just see that I will always be a step ahead of you. If I could trust you then I would release more information to you, imagine the power we could consume. Alas, you are still stuck in this early stage of our eternal relationship. Yes, I’ve kidnaped you and forced you to be mine, but it was prophesied for you to be my witch”, I swipe my hand through my hair casually before smiling at her innocently.
“You can honestly call this a relationship?”, she finally scoffs, her voice was shrill.
“You honestly cannot?”, I purr as I stare across from the maroon table. Her nipples were poking through her dress and my magic roared in want. Hermione bites her lip as she ponders the question, before saying softly.
“I guess beyond the forcing me against my will part and trying to destroy my friends… I could consider this a relationship… a very weird one”, she stares at me with harsh eyes, before softening slightly at my smile.
“I am still the dark lord, give me some lead way here. I do believe I shall start bringing you along on some of my more darker duties as Emperor of this newly forming magical world.”, I watched gleefully as my little lioness shivers.
“I have so much to do already, what with training, and the boarding sc-“
“I’ve been told that the Longbottom boy is now under the care of your vapid friend Lovegood, that surely opens quite a few hours a week for me to take my lioness on dates.”, I take a bite of her cake, smirking as she glowers.
“You think inflicting fear and agony is an ideal date?”, she rolls her eyes sarcastically as she licks her thumb clean of rich frosting. I internally growl as I think about her lips wrapped around my penis.
“It could be”, I can hear the heavy lust etched through my voice. Hermione slowly bites into her chocolate dipped strawberry (I’ve noticed that she has an affinity for chocolate), her face red with discomfort. I enjoy that she is quite inexperienced with lovemaking, it's exhilarating watching her orgasm, each rush a new sensation for her.
“I would think that there’s enough immorality around that you could use your brilliant mind in other ways”, my little minx says this as she continues to lick the chocolate from her fingers. She magics us both new glasses. Hmm my little witch was becoming inebriated, I completely throw out the lust potion idea.”
“I‘ll have you know my brash Gryffindor, that I have in fact many hobbies besides dominating. One, for example, I enjoy the concept of combing muggle science and our magic to create quite extraordinary inventions, Severus is also my lab partner, so to speak.”
“That’s…that’s just amazing! What have you created?”,
" I couldn’t tell my enemy all my creations, but we constructed a wizarding equivalent to security cameras, in fact, we shall be installing a few in Hogwarts next term, I think it’s an ideal place to test out the invention, don’t you?”, I internally laugh as I watch Hermione’s eyes widen a fraction before returning to golden lucidity.
“That’s quite fascinating Tom, I do believe you shall catch a load of teenagers making out”, She covers up quite well. However, Hermione doesn’t know that her eyes told everything, I really didn’t miss my lack of legilimency with her. She was hesitant, almost scared. Her eyes golden look up with a logical gaze.
“What else does the dark lord do in his free time?”, she asks curiously. I’m sure she will be adding looking for my lab on her “Fix the World” list.
“Well, I enjoy kickboxing, chemistry, and most recently I’ve started learning Mandarin.; I like to remain mysterious so if you ever tell anyone I shall strap you to our bed and devour you until your juices run dry, I lick my lip ravenously as I subtly observe Hermione clench her legs closed.
“Your secret is safe with me.”, She smiles mischievously, and I can’t help but chuckle.

We enjoy the rest of the dinner in moderate silence, simply taking in the ambiance. Halfway through I gift her with the signed book from the late Aldrich Gludenberh. She was simply ecstatic and gave me a huge hug before settling into my lap, her drunken laughs were soft and flowy.
We discuss an array of topics and by discuss I mean debate. After Hermione’s second slice of cake and fourth glass of wine; I deemed it time to go. I was ready to bury my length in the little witch

Chamber of Secrets
Oct, 12^th, 2005
9 pm.
               We floo back to the chamber where I throw her on the bed with a growl. She giggles as I magically vanish our clothes before grabbing her wrist and flicking my wand. Hermione squeals as she’s strung into the air, her thighs are spread apart, and I glimpse her dripping center. I have her arms magically bound behind her and they arch her back slightly. I step back and view my creation.
Hermione is floating in an invisible magical swing, as to say. Her thighs were forced apart and her golden back was arched putting her lovely breast on display. I observe as her brown nipples begin to harden.
“Tom what are you doing?”, my little lioness giggles. Her curls swayed slightly as she shakes her head in drunken embarrassment.
“ I’m just having a little fun, you have been quite naughty this past couple of days” , my voice is dark with lust as I put two of my fingers into her wetness. She instantly moans and tries to push into me.
“ My my you are quite eager aren’t you? Are you going to be my little whore tonight Hermione?”, I question as I begin to slowly twist my two fingers around her entrance, my thumb continues to thrum her clitoris. She begins mewling instantly. She was like an instrument and I was a master at her undoing. I curl my two fingers towards my form and she begins to beg for more. I stare in fascination before biting her left nipple hard.
“ Mmph! You bastard!, she moans as she leans into my chest, my finger sink deeper as she grinds her core into them. I look into heavy lidded eyes and know she’s close to that precipice. I stare at her nipple, dark red from the abuse... she bruises prettily…
“I’m sorry my dear, I simply couldn’t control my dark urges, your nipples are simply delicious”, I empathize this as I begin to lick and suck her nipples hungrily. I caress and knead her breast as I began to add pressure to her spot. it’s not long before she’s mewling and Hermione keels in bliss as I continue to stroke my fingers through her silken canal. Her sensitive core shivers and clenches my fingers greedily as I continue to stroke my lioness. She finally comes down from her bliss and stares breathlessly at me, I stop the attack on her breast and smirk. I then remove my fingers and my witch whimpers at the loss, I finally grab my aching cock and guide the veiny member to Hermione’s dripping vagina. I taste my two fingers as I wait for her to look at me, her eyes widen slightly as she observes my tasting of her.
“ Simply divine, I could devour you for hours”, I will my contraption to begin swinging and my magic obliges. We both hissed in pleasure as the tip of my penis enters before she’s pulled back, this happens a few times before she finally growls in frustration.
“ Tom… stop this teasing or I’ll finish the job my- Oh oh yeeees Merlin! Please fuck me Tom!”, screams Hermione in drunk passion. I have entered her fully to the hilt before swinging her back, I begin to increase the speed and commence to giving her a thorough fuck. The only sounds heard are the slapping of our flesh, Hermione’s moans, and my own guttural. Her breast jiggle with each swing onto my cock. I eventually stop the swing and give her long slow deep strokes, she grinds her pelvis savagely unto my own. I stick my pointer finger towards the entrance of her puckered anus and she instantly whimpers no.
“Shhh Hermione” , I whisper throatily as I slowly began inserting the tip of my finger into her asshole. It gives quite the resistance, however with the help of her running juices my finger eventually enters her anal canal. I immediately began quickening my pace and I move my finger around. Hermione moans at the new sensations and its not long before she falls into orgasmic bliss, beautifully calling my name as I fall in after her.

Chamber of Secrets
11:15 pm

I wake up with blurred vision and sore center. I peer over at Riddle and see that he is out cold, I take it ravaging me does that to him. I slowly get out of the bed and instantly regret it as my stomach lurches and I have slight vertigo before I’m finally able to make it to the lavish bathroom, I enter the supply closet full of potions and look clumsily until I find the right bottle. I greedily down the lavender potion and sigh in relief as my head begins to clear and Im devoid of all alcohol in my system. I quickly look for a pain potion before downing that one too. I really despised the sluggish effects of alcohol, however, I deemed it the only way to lower Tom’s guard down, at least enough for me to sneak to the astronomy tower for an hour. Riddle’s collar rejected my animagus form so stalking through the quiet castle was out the question. I quickly summon clothing; simple black leggings and shirt, a deep blue robe and soft black flats. I’m thankful I have my wand as I charm my thick hair into a single plait, my magic was excited as I slowly enter back into the bedroom. My heart beats into my throat as I slowly stalk towards the door leading out of the bedroom. I glance at Riddle and see that he is still in the same position. I nonverbally mutter a warming charm near my preferred area and pray to the gods that it will suffice for a mere hour, I close the door gently and run left towards the winding corridor. I book it past the throne room and towards the first floor.
Surprisingly I passed no one on patrol, I was ready to use my forced queen role if need be. My fae magic was quite helpful, it sensed which way was best to reach the astronomy tower. With the aid of my magic and keeping to the shadows, I made It to the towers by 11:55 pm. I stand by the end of the winding stairs breathing deeply. I soon sense a silence wash over the dark area and I know instantly It’s Zabini.
“Hello Blaise”, I whisper softly, trying to figure out where he was hidden. I finally sense a formidable silence near the knight guarding the astronomy door. I turn towards the knight with beating heart.
Blaise Zabini’s materializes from the hidden alcove, quietly taking in my appearance as he brushes dust off his black suede suit.
“ Hermione, ever so clever. Draco is waiting, shall we?” , He extends his arm towards me, I hesitate a second before interloping my arm through his… why does my finger tingle?
We slowly ascend the dark lit corridor. The ascent is long and the silence is uncomfortable. I wonder what the ever quiet Zabini is thinking about? I glint through the darkness and can observe his slight gaze at me.
“ Blaise?”
“ Yes, princess?”, Zabini’s deep voice rings out. I could sense his silent aura, it was almost left a ringing sound in my ears.
“I was…just wondering what the ever mysterious Blaise was thinking about?, besides academics and quidditch you were quite mysterious.” , I glance at his darkened form as we continue to ascend the winding stone stairs. I observe his clinical silence as I breathe in his earthy scent of cinnamon and rosewood. he smelled quite nice. Zabini takes a few moments before answering.
“ I was recalling a fond memory at Hogwarts actually…It was nothing really… fifth year I was heading towards this very astronomy tower to study for our OWL’s and you passed by, a fluff of curls. You magically charmed a dozen books and charts to follow in your wake.” , Zabini chuckles.
I listen as I faintly recall that memory, Harry and Ron refused to take the trek to the astronomy tower with me, so I went by myself and remember crossing Zabini alone for the first time in years...
“ You passed me and smiled before saying Hello Zabini… I remember just staring speechless as the whole library followed after. That was the first time you had ever spoken a word to me, well since…”, He trails of
“ Flourish and Blotts…,” I murmur quietly. I thought he forgot about the encounter.
Zabini tenses before replying stoically.
“So you remember?”
We have arrived at the heavy wooden door of the astronomy tower. Pale moonlight filters through the high arched windows and gives me a clear view of Zabini’s calm disposition.
I quietly grab the handle of the door pushing it slightly before turning back and whispering quietly
“How could I not?”

I can feel Zabini’s magic roar at my reply, however, he remains silent as he helps me heave the door open.
Waiting was the ever-elegant Draco Malfoy. He was decked in a crisp pale silver suit and black dragonhide boots. He smiles deeply at our arrival and jumps down from the arch window he was perched on.
He checks me over before giving me a tight hug. I hug him back deeply. I truly did miss Draco, he’s been quite a comfort here and I’ve been worried ever since the horrific games.
“Granger, have you been well? Has snake face been a gentleman? My father was quite angry about the Manifesto, I give you props on that, it was quite brilliant.”, Draco stares at my form, brushing his hands through his silvered hair.
“ I’ve been fine Draco. I ‘ve told you before I can handle Riddle. In fact I have some good news!” I jump up in down in excitement. I was ready to discuss the whole plan with these Slytherin men, their analytical minds would be able to view any holes in the blueprint”
Draco perches back up on the window and Zabini has opted to lean near the door, his mood was brooding and I wondered why. Draco pierces my thoughts.
“ You have to wait your turn princess, after all, I did call this secret rendezvous”, Draco smirks at me as he reaches down and helps me onto the ledge beside him.
“ Fair enough Draco, well what’s this mysterious meeting about.”, I glance at Zabini and smile sweetly before beckoning him to join us. The corner of his mouth turns slightly before he saunters over and sits on my left side. Boy, if Ronald could see me now he would most likely die of shock, I muse as I stare at Draco pull out three rather rudimentary rings. They appeared to be made of black metal and were devoid of any marks. Blaise speaks first and for once he seems quite intrigued
“Where did you find three, of these?”, I stare at the two in confusion.
Draco smugly puts one on his finger and the metal band effortlessly disappears around his finger.
“My antique store in Italy, I know a treasure hunter who discovered these in a cave near Mesopotamia. They very expensive, 14,553,752 Galleons in fact but, if we are going against the dark lord we need our minds shielded completely…I don’t care to relive past occurrences. I haven’t stepped foot in a library since”, Draco shivers before staring at the both of us. I mentally convert the cost to pounds and my head spins,
“ Draco you spent 51,740,850.00 £ on these?” , I hit him hard on the arm and he laughs before rubbing his arm.
“ Your right Granger, honestly It’s been added birthday money for the past fifteen years. Besides, Lord Voldemort is no man to go up against unprepared, just ask Potter and Wea…sorry” , Draco smiles sheepishly before handing us both rings. I brush the insult off, I’m sure Draco and Harry will never see eye to eye… childhood rivals and all. I quickly recall Harry’s mood when I told him Malfoy and Zabini were helping. I smile faintly before staring at the two men. Their combined warmth was keeping my small frame quite warm in the crisp October air. I slowly turn my ring in my hands and the cold metal begins to warm.
“So these rings give the wearers mind impenetrable walls? , I ask in wonder, I view as Zabini puts the ring around his silver chain and it disappears.
“Correct Granger, ten points to Gryffindor” , smirks Malfoy and I lightly smack his hand away from my hair. Zabini’s just observes before rolling his eyes.
“ Are you going to put yours on Hermione?, Riddle will not know that it’s there.” , Zabini asks stoically.
“ Oh I actually don’t need this…although I believe Luna and Neville will find this hand” I quickly explain to them all the new powers I’ve acquired since turning Fae.
“ Well that would have been nice to know before I splurged on three rings,” grumbles Draco.
We all laugh at the situation before I finally get to business bringing the two Slytherin men up to date.
I explain to them how the night of the ball will occur, as well as telling them their supposed parts. I tell them who will be traveling back with Harry and Ron, and how the three of us will use these two years to research and plan the ritual, while Harry and the rest will look set up the rune schematic in Tír na nÓg, as well as look for a portal back to earth.
“Wait, so how did you discover a way to communicate with Potter and Weasel?”, Draco ask while hopping down and then reaching up to help me down. Blaise stretches his legs out and stares at us from the window ledge.
I quickly explain how my father bestowed many gifts, one allowing me to astral project to Harry. I also explain in humiliation how Riddle has cursed my collar and that I wasn’t allowed much intimate contact and wondering what else he’s added to this damned thing.
Malfoy stares at me before asking, with careful words “So…lets say you hypothetically kissed or did…other things with someone besides Riddle, I mean you are immortal Hermione… So let's say that happens, what do you reckon would occur?”.
Zabini scoffs quietly but remains quiet waiting for my answer.
“I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I’m sure it wouldn’t be pleasant at all. Harry and I were in incorporeal form when we kissed and I’m pretty sure Riddle wasn’t thinking about that as an option for infidelity… yet we still received a nasty zap, and it apparently only works when we tried to become sexually intimate. When he hugged me or laid his head on my lap nothing unpleasant befell, I’m quite curious to know what curse Riddle used on this collar”, I absently brush my hands across the warmed scales.
. “I can work with that” Malfoy quietly mutters to himself.
“I’m sorry?”, I ask, missing his mumbled words.
Draco stiffens slightly before saying smoothly, “I can work with that Hermione, I know a few individuals that are good at breaking cursed objects, when you’re ready I shall send word” Draco says smugly before glancing at Zabini and raising and lowering his silver eyebrows in arrogance. Zabini just glares wordlessly before hopping down as well.
“Oh excellent Draco, thank you! That’s just perfect, I would have to keep this on until it got closer to the blood moon, but still-” , I hug him tightly before releasing a shocked Draco and Zabini is even more shocked when I hug him next.
“ I ‘m sorry, I know you Slytherins aren’t too big on hugging, but I really appreciate your help! I know you guys are risking more than your lives”, I release Zabini as I walk towards the heavy door.
“ I must go now, I’m sure I won't be able to ruse Riddle for long, I will figure out a way to make communication easier and relatively safer… goodnight guys” , I smile before turning and descending toward Tom.

I watch as Hermione smiles briefly before slowly descending the winding staircase, her golden swirls illuminated the aged Hogwarts stone like fireflies on a summer night. I quickly glance at Draco to see him entranced as his eyes held a smoldering gaze I silently nod my goodnight as I too descend the dark stairs. Draco continues to stay perch on the high arch window, the moonlight reflecting his silver hair.
“ Blaise?”
I turn around and await Malfoy’s request
He stares at me for a minute before replying “ Please look after Hermione, you’re here in the castle and Riddle already suspects me. That little Gryffindor really thinks she can handle all this…but Potter and Weasel aren’t here... and Riddle is well, you know how evil he can be… anyways look after her will you mate?”
I nod slowly before saying “ I will look after Hermione to the best of my ability”, with those words I head towards my office. The castle is silent as I’m lost in my thoughts… I recall Draco’s entranced looks towards Granger…. I was beginning to think that Hermione’s fae heritage may have given her the ability to allure the opposite sex. I was almost certain after reading several tomes on Fae history which depicted that many highborn Fae were known to possess innumerable powers. Although Draco and I were not good examples on Hermione’s charm. Draco has been smitten with the little minx since third grade, ironically after she punched his arrogant face. I smile at the memory of Draco rushing into the Slytherin dormitory in fury, sputtering how “That damned mudblood would pay”... His slight obsession has only increased since then. That’s where the hatred of Potter really resided with Draco during school. When Hermione went on the run with Potter, Draco begged Lord Voldemort to be gifted the mudblood if she was found. That all changed when her true heritage was discovered. It was quite the talk, still is actually...
Hermione has always been full of an inextinguishable fire and I wanted her...badly. I still remember the first time we ever met; It was the summer before our first year, I was at Flourish and Blotts , my mother was in line waiting to pay for my school items when I decided to look around. It wasn’t long before a curious puff of curls caught my attention.
She was in the history section, a skinny little thing, all hair, and teeth really, yet… I was still enamored. It was her eyes I have decided, she held so much intensity as she poured over the Hogwarts, A History. I knew she was muggleborn, however, I was quite curious about the girl.
“ You know that book is nothing compared to the castle itself?”, I watch as she finally realized that there was someone talking to her. She tears her eyes from the page and her cheeks redden at my appearance.
“ Oh, I’m sorry! I was reading about there being moving staircase in the castle! I imagine it’s not quite safe but still, I cannot wait to see the architectural structures. I’m Hermione Granger.” , she extends her hand and I shake it careful to not release my name.
Hermione…Granger…my theory of her being m.,uggleborn seems to be correct. I say her name out loud and decide I liked the sound of it.
“Yes well, there are quite more interesting things then moving staircases. Hogwarts is the best school in the magical world, in fact, my mother has moved us all the way from Italy, so I could attend. I take it you’re a first year as well?”, I stare in glee as Hermione nods her head excitedly.
“ Yes! I cannot wait to start classes… I’m quite interested in starting transfiguration and charms, although potions do seem like it will be quite enjoyable.”, the skinny puff of energy jumps up and down on her feet as she rambles on.
“ I see that you are a future Ravenclaw…although Gryffindor isn’t out of the running. Slytherin is most definitely out.” , I observe as she takes in my words and become curious.
“ Why would Slytherin not be a choice?”, her question is so innocent that I want to walk away from the burden.
Even at eleven I was quite intelligent and did not want to be the pureblood that had to tell this fiery girl that she would always be viewed as inferior in our magical world.
“Well Hermione you are muggleborn and those in Slytherin… well not all, but the majority view anything pertaining to muggles as inferior. In fact, only purebloods and rarely half-bloods are welcomed in the prestigious house. You would be safe in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw Hermione.”, I pause before asking did she know what a muggle was?
I observe as she quickly looks to a middle-aged couple paying for a stack of books. They were obviously muggles, they gave it away by their odd clothes and the amount of time it was taking to pay in wizard currency. The Granger girl stares back at me with a tilted chin.
“Well, I appreciate the heads up. I shall show these pompous purebloods that their archaic ideologies are well…simply that, outdated! I will score the highest marks in the school, every single year… and I will wipe it across their smug faces that a muggleborn girl scored higher than their inept children, who have been surrounded by magic their whole lives” , I see the magic crackle throughout her wild curls and its then that I knew she was someone I wanted to be mine…not now, no… she needed to come into her own, as well as I… but I vowed to watch her blossom and pluck her when she was ripest
I silently watch as Hermione Granger carefully puts the heavy tome onto the lower shelf. She smiles softly before walking towards her awaiting parents, she turns around carefully and stares at me with soft brown eyes, before saying
“If you haven’t figured it out by now, I shall be Gryffindor, see you around then”

I’m brought from my thoughts as I reach my office. I enter and softly close the door, I figured transporting the emerald pensive to my chambers, however, I deemed this secluded seventh floor safe enough indulge in my restrained urges. I swish my wand and summon the black box. I empty the contents onto the dark wooden desk. I began pouring the silvered fog into the jeweled basin. I faintly recall the soft laughter of Hermione’s voice, she was truly a gem…I’m sure I will not hear that laughter for some time…well at least not in here. I finish pouring the rest of my memories of Granger into the green pensive. For this charm to work I needed to supply the pensive with every single memory I’ve ever had of her. I slowly drop the glass tumbler into the silvery mist, the same one she drank from in the Malfoy garden, there were still smatterings of gold leaf stuck to the glass….saliva, check… The pensive brightens to a shimmery white. Perfect…next, I grab the glass vial of Hermione’s curly strands and drop three of them into the shimmery pensive, instantly the pensive changes to a soft champagne color, the potion within was fizzing and the smell of crisp apples and jasmine wafted throughout my dim office. I briefly close my eyes as the smell reminds me of the shampoo she used during school. I drop the blood-stained handkerchief and awaited the transformation. The pensive turns blinding gold before dimming down to a swirling golden of fog. I smile and waste no time diving in.
I walk into the Slytherin common room, the cold leather seats and stone walls were still the same. However, what was different was a fluff of riotous curls sleeping on the sofa closest to the dying embers. I flick my wand and the fire relights, I greedily take in her form.
Hermione was wearing her old school uniform and she looked very fuckable. I slowly look at her sleeping form. Her soft hair was pulled back thanks to a crimson headband, her full lips were parted in sleep and looked quite inviting. I slowly swipe my finger across her cheek, I continue to sweep downwards and trail past her bare neck. She whimpers softly and I lick my lips hungrily. She looked simply too real, I was an absolute genius to have created this… this escape from reality. I hungrily stare at her rising breast and creamy legs. It was time to wake up Miss Granger.
“ Granger it’s time to wake up, it seems you have lost your way lioness”, I murmur this thickly, not quite sure how much longer I would be able to maintain my Id.
Goldeyes look up in alarm.
“Blaise?... where am I? , Hermione rubs her head in confusion.
I smile at her naivety, she looks so real I muse.
“ You are in my house's common room Granger, tell me what’s the last thing you remember?”, I slowly sit next to her as she withdraws her golden legs towards her chest as if that position was going to hold any comfort or protection.
She stares at me with blank golden eyes before blinking.
“ Well… I remember… I remember walking to your office to go over our athrimancy calculations… Blaise, why am I in school robes?” , she finally realizes that something is amidst and stares at me with calculated fear, she slowly searches behind her.
“You will not find your wand in here Hermione” I slowly rise and stare at the tiny woman. It really worked and she was acting just like the real Hermione.
“Where is it?, I must get back to Riddle, I’m sure he’s looking for me” , She rises and walks towards the exit. I smirk as I follow her. I was willing to play this game for so long, remember the true reason as to why you’ve created this spell.
Hermione gasp as she walks into a dark green and black room. The main feature was a large black bed. my bed. I slowly put my lips to her ear and say slowly.
“ I suppose your wand is with the real Hermione”
She turns around quickly, obviously trying to understand the logic behind all this. I have definitely perfected this spell I muse smugly.
“ What do you mean the real Hermione, I certainly feel real.” , She pushes past me violently and wretches the door we just left in fury. the fiery vixen was faced with solid blank stone, Hermione quietly touches it before turning around and growling.
“ Quit fucking around Zabini, What are you playing at? Let me out now”, she stalks over to me and before I can dodge the little lioness she pounds her fist into my chest while trying to reach for my oak wand. I calmly flick my wand and Hermione is magically attached to a simple black chair. She tries to fight against the black ropes, however they remain bound.
“What have you done to my fae magic, Zabini?” , Hermione asks with molten gold eyes. I stare back clinically as I observe her every action, her response, her body…
“ I guess I should have been more precise with you. Your wand and your fae magic are with the real Hermione, you are simply a combination of my memories.. years’ worth of memories…and of course, your DNA.”
Her eyes widen as I quickly tell her of how I easily obtained her salvia, hair, and blood without any suspicion. I slowly tuck a loose tendril of hair behind her ear.
“ the teacup…” , she says while staring at me with new light.
“ Yes, the teacup. I suppose you are still confused, even a brilliant mind as your own would need this explained. Unbeknownst to many, I have a research lab in Italy, I create and manufacture an array of magical and muggle weapons and useful items.” Hermione stares in shock, Yes I tend to get that look a lot when I explain, In fact, I was filthy rich, however unlike the Malfoy ’s, I was modest about it. I continue as I see questions brimming in her eyes.
“About four years ago I came upon the idea of creating a version of the pensive whereas you could obtain the DNA of a human and combine those with every single memory you have of them to create a said, “conscious copy” of the real person. I’m able to control what aspects of yours I want to be portrayed and those I don’t”, I say this as I rub my sore chest. I must remain on my toes with Granger, it wouldn’t make sense to alter her personality, the data would be all off... Hermione finally snaps from her logical deductions.
“ This is inhumane Zabini! I feel real! I feel like I’m really the real me! You can’t ... you can't do something like this! I suppose when you're done doing whatever your sick mind wants your going to delete me? like I’m some computer! file!?" She spews in fury and tries to break her roped binds.
I summon an identical black chair mere inches from her and sit down. I observe her heavy breathing; her top two buttons were undone, and I was growing very impatient.
“ You are mere memories, granted years’ worth of memories from school, and of course her DNA, I assure you after I deem the spell completed you will return to what you were before, memories…I do hope that doesn’t sound confusing?” , I watch as the wheels turn in Hermione’s eyes.
“Why Blaise?”, she finally whispers. I stare with calculating eyes as I take in her seething fury. Even with no magic, she was quite a sight.
“ Hermione… I have wanted you since we were mere children in Flourish and Blotts. I vowed that the fiery little muggleborn would be mine. I observed your blossoming all throughout school, my trying pursuits didn’t help that Potter and Weasley kept a close perimeter around you... So, I deemed to patiently wait until we left school, of course, I had to consider your fleeing, as well as your true heritage coming to light, not to mention Lord Voldemort’s interest, I think darkly before adding
“This is where you come into play… Until I have helped real Hermione defeat Riddle, I shall use this situation of ours to learn everything about the real Hermione, mind, and body… and you shall help me. You will eventually give into me Hermione because you really have no choice.” I lick my lips as I begin to think of all the vile things I wanted to do to this witch…most importantly I couldn’t wait until she wanted me too. I stare calmly, I had all the time in the world, so to speak, and I’ve waited a very long time for this.
She stares back at me, completely shell-shocked at her predicament. I assume I would have a hard time wrapping myself around the idea of not being real but feeling real… I truly scared even myself at times.
“ I will never help you… I will fight you the whole way so just delete me now you crazy son of a bitch“, she spits onto my face.
Well, that certainly feels real...
I sigh patiently as I summon a green handkerchief and wipe her spittle from my face. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy… I finally ball the cloth and shove it into her delicate mouth. She whimpers in anger as I finally let go of her hair. She stares with absolute rage and I’m almost certain if she was the real Hermione that she would be crackling with elegant magic.
“I could make you compliant you know? I could make you want me to do all the dirty things I plan on doing anyway”, I say this darkly as I sit back into my chair.
Hermione’s eyes go wide in fear, I’m certain she’s finally understanding the futility of it all.
“ Lucky for you I need you as close to the real Hermione as possible, or my data will be useless, besides I do like a challenge, princess.” I slowly put my hand on her bare thigh as I continue with my silken words.
“I do however have an excellent little trick, In this, let's call it a simulator, yes, in this simulation I can control time. Years in here will be mere minutes in the real world. I smile deviously as Hermione’s head snaps up and looks into my brown eyes with defeat.
“ I do believe we shall have lots of fun, Hermione”

I step out of the emerald pensive and quickly look at my watch, It has only been twenty minutes.
I smile recalling how I left a horny Hermione strung up with two magical dildos filing her holes. It truly only took three years in the simulation for her to finally come around. I recall the ethereal look on Hermione’s face as she organisms. I was so close to going back into the pensive and impaling myself into her warmth. Later ...
I knew if Voldemort ever found out I would risk a fate worse than death, ‘I’ve once seen the dark lord torture a man for three hours, simply for the mere accident of stepping on his shoes…Oh, and did Riddle know some dark curses, apparently the one used on the lower Death Eater felt like his insides were on fire, though no damage was done, well physically at least…I couldn’t imagine the agony. Still, it was worth it. I had no doubt that with Hermione, Malfoy, and my own brain power together we were likely to fair well binding Riddle. We apparently even had Potter and his interminable luck. After Riddle’s bind, I will have free reign to pursue the fuck out of Granger. I will stealthily dominate Potter and Malfoy, or any wizard for that matter who tried to vie for Hermione’s attention, for by then I shall know this little witch like my own self.
I was truly going to enjoy this.
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