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Masters of Manipulation	By : Nerys Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 28506 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I have to add a few extra warnings though: anal; DP; D/s; F/M/M; H/C.

Masters of manipulation

Chapter nineteen

A silver flash and Hermione crashed to the ground right on top of Tom Riddle's body. Her Levitation Charm had been disabled due to the Time Travel, and when his full weight, suddenly, fell upon her to support physically, she could not keep them upright. So they landed spread-eagled on the ground. Quickly, Hermione pushed herself back up. She felt the nausea and dizziness rise, and she hastily swallowed the contents of a vial of Invigoration Draught, which she obtained out of her beaded bag in a hurry. As she sat on her knees, she looked at the still unconscious Riddle and the two Founders' books on the ground beside him. She picked the books up and placed them inside her beaded bag as soon as possible to keep them somewhat safe, before checking out her surroundings.

It was a clear night and the stars shined brightly. One single cloud partly covered the moon and when the wind blew it out of the way, the moon lit up the area around her. Hermione sat opposite to a large yew tree. A small church was visible in the distance behind it and an old, desolate manor stood on the hill to her left. It had an unoccupied, derelict feel to it. She stood up and looked around the dark and overgrown graveyard.

'Where and, most importantly, when am I?' Hermione thought, checking the headstones for clues.

It wasn't until she reached a large, marble one that she knew. Two words that practically made her jump in the air: "TOM RIDDLE".

Hermione remembered very clearly what a nice, warm night it had been during the third task of the Triwizard Tournament. It was quite similar to this night, too similar.

'This can't be. Not when Harry…' But instinctively she knew it had to be.

Shocked, Hermione ran back to Riddle's body, grabbed him and started dragging him out of the area, until she remembered she was a witch and cast another Levitation Charm on him.

'We can't be here,' she mumbled, 'we must not be seen.'

She just made it to the edge of the graveyard, when she heard two people crash to the ground behind her.

'Where are we?' Harry said.

Hermione ducked behind a tombstone, while dumping Tom in between the large bushes. She saw Cedric pull Harry to his feet and the two of them were looking around. The Triwizard Cup had rolled all the way towards her. Something she was not thrilled about, because she could not afford to be noticed by them. As the two boys turned away from her to check out where they had landed, she quickly crawled underneath the bushes next to Tom. Hermione heard a nervous sounding Cedric suggest to Harry to keep their wands out. A short stature figure of a man was approaching the two Triwizard Contestants, and he was carrying something in his arms. Hermione watched how Harry crashed to the ground in agony, clutching onto his forehead. And she saw Wormtail kill Cedric at Voldemort's orders.

And while Hermione sat there, in the bushes, the events of almost three years ago repeated before her very eyes.

'Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son! … Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master. … Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe.'

And steam swirled around the cauldron and a high, cold voice demanded to Wormtail to robe him. Tonight was the night, Lord Voldemort had risen again.

Hermione's legs got cramped from sitting down on her knees the entire time, but she did not dare to move. She could not afford to give away her location to anyone, especially not after the Death Eaters arrived and Voldemort prowled around them. Hermione groaned softly upon realising he was in one of his talkative moods. This was going to take forever. And she hit Tom Riddle's body that lay next to her out of annoyance. Something she did again out of fury when she watched his older version torture Harry.

'I WON'T!' Harry shouted, and as he threw of the Imperius Curse, Hermione looked with glee at Riddle's body.

'Can't even get a fourteen year old to do what you want, Riddle? You must be losing your touch,' she whispered, while rooting for Harry, who made a run for it. In her direction!

'No, no, no,' she thought, shocked, while she ducked down a bit further.

She was appalled at the thought of the impending consequences, if Harry and the others would see her and Voldemort Junior here, right now. But Harry rolled behind the marble headstone of Voldemort's father, and another Cruciatus Curse cracked it on impact.

'We're not playing hide-and-seek, Harry,' Voldemort softly stated.

The Death Eaters laughed, and Hermione was, anxiously, rubbing her hands, as she watched Harry's utterly frightened face when Voldemort drew nearer to Harry's location. It became harder and harder for her to remain out of sight and not interfere in the matters at hand.

'Come on, Harry,' she whispered, 'you can do this. I know you can. You already did it once.'

And she saw how Harry's jaw, suddenly, set into a new found determination.

'Come out, Harry … come out and play, then … it will be quick … it might even be painless … I would not know … I have never died …'

Harry's green eyes sparkled with fire, and he stood up, gripped onto his wand tightly and flung himself from behind the headstone, facing Voldemort.

'Expelliarmus!'

'Avada Kedavra!'

'Yes!' Hermione cheered, underneath her breath, and she flung her fist into the air.

The events of Priori Incantatem took place. She stuck out her tongue to Riddle's motionless body. 'You lose, again,' she whispered triumphantly.

Hermione saw the figures appear out of the golden thread of light, and she heard the voices of Voldemort's victims speak. She looked at the Triwizard Cup, the Portkey, which lay a few feet away from her. She had debated the issue of the Portkey many times with Harry and Ron, since it had been rather strange. Normally, Portkeys are inactive after use and they can be picked up by anyone without harm. No transport would take place, until they were charmed again. After all, they had travelled to the Quidditch World Cup by means of a smelly, old boot. A boot, which Mr Weasley had picked up after they arrived at the location, and he had handed it over to the Ministerial Employee without being transported back home.

Sure, there were Two-Way-Portkeys. But she had always found it peculiar that Barty Crouch would have gone through the effort of making a Two-Way-Portkey instead of creating the simplest version. After all, in his mindset, there was no need for someone to return to Hogwarts, unless he had been under the impression that Voldemort had wanted to storm the castle with a handful of somewhat disloyal servants, while the entire Ministerial Staff was present there. Harry had thought that, maybe, his parents would have done something to it. Since his father had been the one, who had told him to go to the Portkey in the first place. So Hermione watched the Cup with great interest. She was, finally, going to solve the mystery and see for herself, who had been responsible for Harry's return to Hogwarts.

And Harry pulled his wand up. The golden thread broke, and he ran for it, while dodging curses and other obstacles in his path.

'Stun him!' Voldemort screamed.

Hermione saw Harry dive behind a marble angel and aim his wand blindly. 'Impedimenta!' Harry shouted and to Hermione's joy and astonishment, he impaired several Death Eaters at once.

Harry ran past her, jumped over the Cup and raced towards Cedric's body. Hermione looked puzzled at the Cup. Nothing had happened to it. Harry's parents had vanished without charming it. Nobody had been near it. She knew that for certain, since she was sitting only a few feet away from the damn thing. Had Crouch really made a Two-Way-Variant? He wouldn't have.

'Stand aside! I will kill him! He is mine!' shrieked Voldemort.

A temporal realisation dawned upon Hermione, as Harry was pulling at Cedric's wrist and there was only one more tombstone separating him from Lord Voldemort. She pulled out her wand, aimed and non-verbally cast the spell at the Cup. 'Portus!'

'Accio!' Harry yelled.

Voldemort's scream of fury whirled around in the air when Harry caught the handle of the Cup and was pulled away, dragging Cedric's body along with him. Hermione let out a deep sigh and lowered her wand. That was just too bloody close.

'Crack.'

Hermione jerked at the sudden noise behind her and toppled over in the bushes. The branches cracked underneath her weight and she dropped her wand in between them, when she tried to grab a hold of some for support. Due to her rigid kneeling posture, her legs totally disagreed with this sudden change of position, since it allowed the blood to flow back into areas that had been vacant for some time now. A painful cramp made its way through her legs and she grabbed a hold of them to ease the hurt. But when a dark shadow fell over her, she lifted her head and stared straight into a set of crimson eyes, which monitored the situation on the ground before him quickly.

His yew wand flashed, causing one of his servants to run straight into the ward Lord Voldemort had just raised around Hermione and himself. Lucius Malfoy was thrown backwards across several tombstones, and he crashed into the marble angel Harry had been hiding behind. He fell down, crashing the Malfoy family jewels right on top of the previously, cursed-off wing, and an antagonising, painful scream escaped his mouth on impact. The other Death Eaters, who were following Malfoy, halted on time to avoid the same impact with their boss's ward after seeing the damage it struck on Lucius.

But Hermione had bigger worries on her mind than a bunch of Death Eaters. Her legs were killing her; she was unable to stand up because of that; and to top it all, Voldemort was now pointing his wand at her. A casual flick of it, and he held her wand and Tom's in his other hand. He directed one curious glance at his younger, unconscious self. A sudden flash of comprehension became visible in his snakelike features, and Hermione did not find the way he looked at her after that rather reassuring. Voldemort told his Death Eaters to move back to the clearing, after which he redirected his attention towards the two on the ground before him.

'Do not move, Hermione,' Lord Voldemort commanded, and he strode away to order his Death Eaters around.

Hermione rubbed over her legs to get the blood flowing, so they would work properly again.

'Come on, act normal, stupid legs, I need to get out of here,' she muttered to herself, while glancing sideways to Voldemort and his idiotic followers.

Finally, she was able to scramble back onto her feet. Voldemort was not paying any attention in her direction, but Hermione knew she still had to be quick, since she did not have a wand at her disposal. And she had seen that look on his face before. It was a definite sign trouble was coming. She just knew she needed to get out of here. She grabbed her beaded bag and made a run for it. A bright flash appeared as she ran into something, and she got tossed back to the ground. Hermione had run straight into Voldemort's ward, which, alas for her, worked both ways. Unable to move anymore, Hermione stared at the starry sky above her.

'This is just great, just great,' she grumbled to herself. 'Nice work, Granger. That certainly was exhibiting some excellent thorough thinking on your part. Gosh, I should have taken a hold of that damn Cup myself as well.'

And when the thought of Godric's book in her beaded bag came to mind, she was somewhat glad she couldn't move, because she wanted to hit herself over the head with the heavy volume for being so stupid to forget about a book that could take down wards.

A while later, it appeared Voldemort had done enough chitchatting, because the distinct cracking sounds of people Disapparating filled up the air. Hermione heard footsteps approaching, and there he was again, smirking down on her immobile body.

'I really thought you, of all people, would be able to recognise the wand movements, which accompany the casting of an Avalon Ward,' Voldemort said snorting.

Annoyed, Hermione glared at him. She hadn't been paying attention to the wand movements, since she was a bit preoccupied with her painful legs. And she was pretty sure he was very well aware of that little detail.

'No need to look annoyed at me, darling. You were the one who walked into it,' Voldemort cheerfully said, before he cast the spell that enabled her to move again. His tone changed, however, when he spat out the next order. 'Get up.'

Hermione scrambled onto her feet, while Voldemort summoned her bag into his hand and levitated his younger self. 'Let's...'

'Crack.'

Peter Pettigrew Apparated into the graveyard.

'Master, I…,' Wormtail started, but he did not finish his sentence.

His eyes widened, his jaw dropped and Pettigrew took an involuntary step backwards, when he realised he witnessed something, his master would not be pleased about. Because it was clear to Pettigrew that Hermione Granger was standing beside the Dark Lord in a rather unusual manner. She was too comfortable and too at ease for a Muggle-born witch, who was supposed to be friends with Harry Potter.

Hermione was busy brushing of the dirt, twigs and leaves from her clothes. But when she heard Wormtail's voice, she looked up in shock at the disgusting, little, rat-face of a man, and she halted her arms in mid-brush. He wasn't supposed to see her here. This could complicate matters severely.

Lord Voldemort sighed. 'Which part of the word leave didn't you understand, Wormtail?' he calmly said, and he pointed his wand at the Animagus.

Wormtail started stumbling backwards in utter fright and he bowed towards Voldemort as he started pleading. 'Please … I won't…'

'Such a pity. Avada…'

'No!' Hermione yelled in fright.

She wasn't particularly attached to the traitor, but for as far as she knew, he was still around from where and when she came, so she couldn't just let him get killed. Voldemort sighed again. He seemed to get the reason for her objections.

'Well,' he quietly spoke. 'I guess this is your lucky day, Wormtail. Feel free to thank Miss Granger for saving your miserable life some other time, but I suggest you stay out of the way for real now, until I call for you, and then … we're going to have a nice 'conversation' on how I want my servants to behave.'

Wormtail shivered at hearing that and he wanted to move away, but Voldemort was not yet done.

'And Wormtail,' he added threateningly, 'if I hear anyone talking about this, anyone at all, I don't care whether it is Albus Dumbledore or some ignorant Muggle, if someone is talking about Miss Granger, I am going to be very disappointed. And I will hold you responsible for my disappointment, Wormtail, if you get my drift.'

Wormtail shuddered again. Clearly, he was getting the point, because he was muttering something incomprehensible about not wanting to share this at all with anyone, while he was backing up and shaking his head in fright to deny even a single accusation of him possibly betraying his Master.

'Now, get out of my sight,' Voldemort spat furiously.

Wormtail, quickly, ran off fearfully. But while he ran, there was a brief moment where he was glancing backwards at Hermione questionably. There was a small crack and then, Hermione was alone with two Dark Lords again. She felt it really was too bad they weren't both unconscious. Lord Voldemort stepped toward her and Hermione gasped when Voldemort grabbed a hold of her around her waist, and that disturbing, electrical flow went through her body again. Only this time, the force of it was far greater.

The piece of parchment inside her bag, unknowingly, emitted a devious glow and it snickered softly, when Lord Voldemort's red eyes flashed an even deeper shade of crimson. He stared straight into Hermione's brown eyes, while he made a casual movement with his wand, and Tom Riddle vanished from the scene. Voldemort pulled her close, spun them around the spot, and Apparated them into the Riddle Mansion. But he did not let go of her on arriving there. He held her close and caressed her hair. Hermione shut her eyes, when the whirlwind of emotions rushed their way into her.

'After thirteen years of being nothing more than vapour, thanks to you, it does feel so good to have a body again,' Voldemort whispered in her ear.

The hand, that was caressing her hair, tightened his hold on her head and tilted it slightly. Hermione did not open her eyes when hungry lips crashed on her mouth and demanded access. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and circled hers passionately. Hermione felt overwhelmed by the power that surrounded her. She could feel it entering her skin, taking over, and she had no choice but to follow his lead. Any ounce of control she had over her body flew out the window when Lord Voldemort kissed her and took charge of their bond. She couldn't do anything else but lean into his kiss and hold on to him, while his experienced mouth examined her and she could feel his body pressed tightly against hers. When he broke the kiss, he cupped her cheek. Hermione opened her eyes and met his gaze. She felt naked, helpless before him, while he stared into her eyes intensely.

'You will always be mine, Hermione, always,' Lord Voldemort said softly, and he stroked her face gently before letting go and swirling away to his younger self.

Hermione felt the usual feelings of distress upon their disconnection of contact, and she desperately tried to steady herself and to stop her hands from trembling. Her mind was screaming at her to get a grip, to regain control of her body and her emotions. A huge part of her wanted him to take a hold of her again and continue what they were doing before, but another part kept yelling at her, reminding her who she was dealing with and lusting at. This was a cold-blooded murderer of many, a sociopath, and a maniac whose only interest in life was to obtain power and immortality, no matter what the cost. This stupid bond was making her lose her mind. She had to keep her head together. She was friends with Harry after all. Yeah, Harry Potter, green eyes, round glasses, messy black hair, lighting bolt scar, archenemy of the man before her. She remembered him. Thinking of Harry helped, a lot, and she came back to reality.

'Sit down,' Voldemort ordered, looking over his shoulder at her.

He gestured towards the couch on her left, before he turned his attention back to Tom Riddle, who was hovering in the middle of the living room. He kept examining himself for a while, before turning toward Hermione, who had sat down onto the couch and was watching what he was doing.

'I suppose you just travelled away from Durmstrang?' he said.

'Like you don't know that,' Hermione replied grumbling, 'you're the one who preset the book for this temporal transport after all.'

He locked her eyes with his gaze. 'Hmm…,' he said after a while, puzzled.

Voldemort pulled the two books out of her beaded bag and examined them closely. 'Actually, I didn't do anything to the book. Strange, I always assumed it was you, who initiated this transportation, but you appear to be just as much in the dark about it as I am.'

Hermione couldn't believe her ears. It wasn't him? Surely, he had to be lying. Only, she didn't pick up on any dishonesty from him. She rubbed her hands over her red Durmstrang trousers.

'If it wasn't us, then how did we get here?' she asked.

'Oh, I'm sure it's just one more delightful addition to the mysteries that surrounds those volumes,' Voldemort said, irritated.

'He still didn't know?' Hermione thought astonished and somewhat worried. 'Were they ever going to find out the truth as to what happened?'

Voldemort tossed the books on the table and returned his attention back to hovering Tom. He, unceremoniously, dumped his younger version onto the other couch and started chanting, while making a swishy motion with his wand. Hermione had no idea what he was doing to himself and she got rather curious about it. Eventually, he ended his chants and seemed to be content with the result. Hermione shrugged when she saw no apparent change in Riddle's condition.

In the mean time, Lord Voldemort had paced to one of the dressers in the room. He rummaged through a couple of glass vials, picked out one and watched it closely. Hermione noticed he was tapping with his fingers on it. A habit she had got familiar with. It meant he was contemplating his options. In the end, he reached a decision, stood up and stalked across the room to where she was sitting. Hermione saw the brief hesitation as he held out the vial that was containing a dark purple potion towards her. It made her very suspicious.

'Take it,' he ordered.

Hermione accepted the vial and held it in her hand. She noticed the potion in the glass vial was bubbling like a soda drink. She had no idea what potion it was. What was the meaning of this?

'Open it, Hermione. I need you to drink all of it,' Voldemort said blankly.

His voice sounded emotionless, but Hermione picked up the slightest bit of guilt coming from him as he said it, and that did not do wonders for her already lacking desire to take a sip of that weird, bubbling, purple potion. If he, of all people, was experiencing feelings of guilt concerning this potion, its effects must be something really, really bad. So she tossed it to the floor and the vial broke on impact. The potion started sizzling and smoking, before it was dissipated completely. Voldemort merely glared at her, while she ruined his plans or so she hoped. He kept gazing as he pointed his wand behind him and summoned a new vial of the same potion.

'I don't want to force this into you, Hermione, but I will if you leave me no choice,' he calmly stated, while opening the next vial.

But Hermione felt his true emotions inside of her, and she knew he was not at ease nor calm about doing this. And she detected a small sense of annoyance that was obviously directed at himself for feeling this way.

'What is that going to do to me?' she asked frightened.

'I have to place a couple of safeguards between us, dear. Otherwise his,' and he glanced at his younger, unconscious version, 'continuing foolishness to underestimate you, will result in utter disaster for me. And I can't have you spoil my plans, Hermione. Now, drink it.' And he pushed the vial in her hand, while positioning himself next to her on the couch. 'I have plenty more of this potion, so there is no point in breaking that vial too,' Voldemort informed her softly. 'Drink.'

Hermione stared in fear at the glass vial in her trembling hands. She shook her head slightly. Her refusal was hardly noticeable, but she knew that he could feel her emotions just as she could feel his. She could not drink it. Something horrible would happen. She knew it. She could sense it. His hand wrapped around her hand holding the small potions' bottle, and he started to move it upwards. Hermione started to struggle. He grabbed a hold of both her arms and pulled her towards him. In their fight the vial crashed down onto the floor again, breaking into a million pieces. His wand flashed and she no longer had control over her body. Unable to move, she was lying defenceless in his arms. Another Summoning Charm and he held a new vial in his hand, opened it and brought it to her lips.

'Don't, please,' she begged, 'please.'

And Hermione had never been more frightened in her life when he emptied the bottle inside of her mouth and made her swallow it whole. His chin rested on her head, while he moved his arm down and he held onto her shivering body tightly, as the potion burned its way into her digestive system and slowly began absorbing itself into her bloodstream, attaching itself to every nerve it passed.

'This is definitely not a health beverage,' Hermione thought.

She blinked when the world started to swirl around her. Hermione felt Voldemort's arms holding her tightly in an attempt to steady her. He kissed her on the cheek softly. And the last thing she heard, before she passed out, was his voice telling her she was going to be all right. He said that she had nothing to worry about, that he would take good care of her, and that he was sorry. But inside her beaded bag that same glowing piece of yellow parchment started to interfere with some of the effects of the potion.

When Hermione woke up, she was lying on the couch. A pillow had been placed underneath her head and a blanket covered her up. Remembering what happened before she passed out, she sat up abruptly. Her hands flew over herself as she, quickly, scanned her body for abnormalities. She checked her feelings and emotions next. She did not feel any different at all, but she knew it didn't prove anything. She looked around the living room. Voldemort had left and so had his younger version. Hermione turned and placed her feet on the ground. It was when she noticed she wasn't quite alone in the room after all.

On the hearthrug next to the couch lay a twelve feet long, venomous snake. It was all curled up at the moment. The snake lifted its triangular head when it caught her staring. Its diamond patterned tail swung to the side as it uncoiled itself. Hermione had already recognised the Horcrux-containing snake named Nagini, when it had circled Harry at the graveyard. After all, that same snake would, in two-and-a-half years from now, attack Harry and her in Godric's Hollow. It had been quite a memorable event.

And this wretched, temporal mess, she was in, ensured the safety of the blasted creature, because she could not attack it without doing damage to her future, past, or whatever. The snake hissed and upon noticing its fangs, Hermione realised that attacking it without a wand would be a foolish endeavour anyway. Nagini slithered past her to make its way across the room. It was when Hermione heard the angry voices come from the other side of the living room door.

'I had to do this. You would have ruined everything.'

'That is my decision to make, not yours.'

'My decision is your decision. We are the same after all.'

'You should not have involved her into this. She will use it against me.'

'She can't, not anymore.'

A mocking laugh. 'And you say I underestimate her. You're a bloody fool.'

The snake reached the door and started hissing again, making the arguments on the other side of the door stop abruptly.

'She is awake.'

'Great, how much do you think she overheard?' Voldemort Junior spoke sarcastically to his older self.

Hermione frowned, because she thought she had not heard nearly enough. Especially, if one took under consideration that the rather interesting discussion, they were having, had certainly risen her curiosity. The door flew open and Lord Voldemort was the first to enter. Tom Riddle followed in after him. His arms were crossed over each other and a mocking, degrading expression was visible all over his face. Voldemort looked at the snake, and he started hissing and spitting without drawing in breath.

Nagini replied.

Lord Voldemort seemed to contemplate the snake's words. But Riddle hoisted his shoulders in annoyance at the snake's response and paced over to the other couch. He slouched in there and tossed the beaded bag, which he had been carrying, on the table, before smirking at Hermione. Suddenly, Tom angrily hissed something across the room to the two other parts of him.

Hermione felt this was all a very disturbing visual. And the more she thought about it, the more disturbing it became. Voldemort was having discussions with himself and, apparently, none of his other parts agreed with his assessments. She could feel the conflicting emotions that voiced their ongoing disagreement inside of her, even though she could not understand a word of what they were saying. And Hermione felt it was like watching a Multiple Personality Disorder in the flesh; not that she couldn't think of a few other psychiatric labels that Muggles would use to lock him up in a secure treatment facility permanently.

'Can at least one of you, please, leave this room? You're driving me nuts,' she blurted out, when she was fed up with having to deal with this conflicting roller-coaster of emotions.

Voldemort Junior tilted his head and smiled at her triumphantly. 'Told you so,' he sneered at his older version.

Voldemort Senior gave her a disturbed glance, and he swirled in front of her. Hermione backed up into the couch in shock, and she froze up, when he placed his hand underneath her chin and fixated her with his gaze.

'Hmm… odd,' Voldemort whispered. 'I'm not detecting any of the side-effects, yet the substance has clearly been absorbed.'

'What am I feeling right now, Granger?' he demanded.

'How the hell am I supposed to know? Do you really think I can separate all those feelings that are flowing around here between individuals?' Hermione said, outraged. 'There are three of you here, in case you haven't noticed. And to top it all, you three are rather in disagreement with each other when it comes down to emotions and feelings right now. I did not ask for one of you to leave, because of the pleasantness of experiencing these conflicting emotions all at the same time.' And she ranted on, when she saw his shocked features at her rage. 'What did you do to me?' she hissed angrily.

'Oh, apparently, not that much,' an amused voice sounded from the other couch.

Voldemort Senior swept his head over to Junior, who was leisurely leaning backwards on the couch. 'This is impossible,' Senior claimed, puzzled. 'She should be unable…'

Junior rolled his eyes at the ceiling. 'It's been more than fifty years. You have forgotten that nothing with her works the way it is supposed to.'

Voldemort turned his attention back to Hermione and gazed down at her contemplatively, while his hand started caressing her face gently. 'I suppose,' he said smirking to the angry, little witch on the couch, 'there is always another way to convince you to follow my orders.'

Hermione gulped. She flew to her feet and was about to tell him an earful of where he could stick his assumptions when his arms flung around her waist and he sat down on the couch, dragging her down in his lap. Hermione wriggled on his legs and tried to wrestle away, but he grabbed her wrists and pulled her tightly against him. He gasped with pleasure when she accidentally brushed his cock, but he still had enough of her resistance. He focused his attention on their bond and watched satisfied how his power overtook her.

Tom crossed his leg over the other lazily, while watching the exchange on the other couch interested. He smirked when he saw Hermione's surrender was imminent.

Hermione was breathing heavily when she felt the force of the bond increase dramatically. It felt like her body was crushing together. It wasn't painful, just very oppressive, and she stopped her struggle to regain her freedom, knowing she wasn't going to win this. Fearful, she yielded to his power. She didn't like not being in control. She always was in control. Lord Voldemort's lips brushed her neck and she shivered when he started nibbling at her skin there.

'That's a good girl,' he purred upon her surrender. 'Just relax, Hermione, I am not going to hurt you, much.'

Long, experienced fingers started moulding her fully clothed body and Hermione felt her muscles responding to the way he was manipulating them. Slowly, she relaxed into his touch and slid down a bit against him. He guided her legs to part and positioned them on the outskirts of his. Tracing the insides of her thighs, his hands moved upwards. When he reached her core, he squeezed her harshly. Hermione gasped and threw her head back. His free hand, immediately, came to rest on her exposed throat and he made her rest her head on his shoulder.

'Close your eyes, sweetheart,' Voldemort breathed into her ear. 'I want you to only feel what is happening to you.'

Hermione complied and he captured her mouth, ravishing it with his. It felt so good to have his tongue inside of her; she wanted it to remain there forever. But he withdrew quickly, making her whimper in disappointment. She opened her eyes and looked at him, pleading for more, but he grabbed her face roughly.

'I did not give you permission to open your eyes, witch,' he hissed. 'Do you want me to punish you for your disobedience?'

Hermione shook her head frightened.

Voldemort smirked. 'Then, do as you're told, my little Gryffindor. Or you will experience the wrath of Lord Voldemort first hand.'

Quickly, she closed her eyes again. She really didn't need anymore incentive.

'Yessss,' Voldemort hissed, 'now, you are the compliant, submissive girl you ought to be.'

A stream of unidentifiable, familiar hissing left his mouth next to her ear, while his hands came to rest on her shoulders. Hermione heard the couch on the other side of the table creak, indicating Tom had risen from it. When Tom responded something back to his older self in Parseltongue, Hermione realised he was standing right before them. She held her breath when another pair of hands came to rest on her legs. The jolt that accompanied the contact with a second individual, she was bonded with, was immense. She wondered if it felt the same to them, while she trembled unwillingly as Tom's hands travelled to her hips, followed her waistband, and started unbuttoning her pants. Voldemort's hands were moving to her blouse and he ripped it open in a single, violent movement, causing her to jerk in shock. Her blouse was gone the next minute and she moaned when his hands caressed the bare skin on her belly. Her bra went the same way of least resistance and two hands took a hold of her breasts and started tormenting them.

'Lift that cute arse of yours,' Voldemort ordered softly.

She did as she was told and felt how her pants and knickers were taking down in a single pull. It was all gone so quickly Hermione suspected Tom had used magic to help him remove the clothes on her lower body. A pair of lips made contact with hers and she reciprocated the kiss hungrily. She felt her legs being pushed further apart and someone began licking his way up the inside of one of her thighs, while his hands were stroking her skin too. Hermione's fingers dug deep into the couch. Jolts struck her body from so many directions that Hermione had no more defensive against it. The bond overwhelmed her when she was the sole target of the two people she had a connection to. She groaned in his mouth when he pinched her nipple.

But when Tom's mouth landed on her clit, her muffled screams pierced the air around them. His tongue started to stroke her pink flesh and he alternated his movements with sucking and nibbling there as well. Voldemort left her mouth and started trailing her face and neckline with his tongue. Hermione yelled, squirmed and trashed violently. Two strong arms took a hold of her and held her in place. She felt magic swirl through the air and the next thing she knew she was laying against a naked, male body. A sharp intake of breath did not relieve the sensation she was feeling now. It was maddening. It was just too much contact. She just knew she would go nuts now. This was going to fry her brain for sure. She couldn't take it anymore.

'Open your eyes, Hermione,' a content voice spoke.

Two crimson eyes on a smiling, snakelike face greeted her, while Tom sneaked his tongue in her opening. 'How are you doing, dear?' Voldemort asked teasingly, and he attacked her breast with his mouth, before she could reply.

'Oh Fuck! Oh God! Fuck!' Hermione yelled.

A low chuckle was followed by another burst of Parseltongue that left Lord Voldemort's lips fluently, like it was the language he was born to speak in. It was so unlike when Harry spoke it. With Harry there always was some restraint in his speech, like he needed to concentrate real hard to get it right. With Tom it just graced through the air in waves of slithering motion. Hermione realised she just loved the sound of it and she moaned in pure, unsanctioned lust.

However, she did not love the action that followed it, because Tom's mouth left her very happy place and he rose before her. Hermione whimpered in disappointment, but Voldemort did not grant her time to contemplate on her loss, because he simply threw her in Tom's waiting arms. Hermione flung her arms around his neck, while Tom pulled her naked body against his still fully clothed one and he captured her lips, making her taste herself on his mouth. Her hands roamed through his hair as they deepened the kiss.

The warmth of another body invaded her senses and she shuddered, while Voldemort traced her sides with his fingers as he pressed himself against her too. She could feel his arousal pressing against her body and the sheer size of it made her quiver. She totally ignored the fact that it had already been inside of her once, because all she could think was that there was no way in hell, it was ever going to fit inside of her, not in a million years. Lord Voldemort slowly followed the contours of her arms, entwining their fingers and guiding her hands to Tom's robes.

'Undress him,' he ordered calmly.

That was not something he had to say twice. Tom's clothes were gone in record time, while his older version was massaging her spine thoroughly, going lower and lower. 'Let's see how you feel between us, Granger,' Tom said grinning.

Hermione screamed when two naked, male bodies sandwiched her between them. Her arms flung around Tom's waist to steady herself, while her head was leaning sideways in between two chests. Her heart was pounding painfully, her breaths became erratic and faltered, her nerves were overloading, her brain shut down, and her core was yearning to be filled. She felt an ache unlike anything she ever felt before. It felt like she was burning up inside. She closed her eyes.

'Please,' she begged, barely audible, 'I can't take this anymore, please.'

But her begging fell on deaf ears. Voldemort Senior flashed his wand around, tossing the table out of the way. And he pulled her arms away from Voldemort Junior and lowered Hermione on the rug with him, keeping her back firmly against him. Hermione felt relieved for a second when she no longer had the impact of the bond from two people.

'Take her,' Voldemort whispered hoarsely to Tom. 'Show her who she belongs to.'

Her relieve did not last long. Tom moved on top of her, making Hermione yell in agony at the recurring contact. It felt like her head would explode. Oh hell, it felt like her entire body would explode. Tom entered her abruptly and Hermione screamed in pain. Gone was the careful, considerate lover, she had been with the other day, to be replaced with this violent, domineering, brutal being, who was pounding into her like he was trying to rip her apart. And if Senior wouldn't have had such a tight grip of her arms, she might have tried to push him away. But now, she couldn't. She was helpless, while Tom showed her who was in control. Hermione didn't even realise how much she had pressed her hips back into the body behind her, until, suddenly, Voldemort lifted his hips, making hers move with him, so she met Tom's stroke halfway. Stars dwindled in front of her eyes from the impact. And as pain mixed with pleasure, Hermione knew she was a very, very sick individual for liking this.

And so it went on, and on, and on. Soft lips were sucking on her ear and the sensitive spot in her neck, soothing and comforting her, kissing every sensitive inch of her skin, while another attacked her pussy. Hermione couldn't even see straight anymore. She had no idea who was on top and who wasn't. Who was kissing her where, when, how and what. She relinquished her mind, body and soul to the darkest wizard of all, and she loved every moment of it. He guided her into positions she had never been aware that her body was capable of doing and he showed her pleasures she didn't know existed. He made her climax so many times she felt exhausted. She begged him to stop, to please have mercy, but all he did was laugh and he cast another charm on himself and his counterpart that enabled them to keep going with vigour.

'We are nowhere near done with you, darling,' Voldemort whispered menacingly in her ear. He conjured a small kitchen chair out of nothing and pulled her on his lap in it. Hermione was feebly hanging in his arms. 'We won't stop, until you are thoroughly aware, who is your master and who you answer to.' He nodded to Tom to proceed and Tom climbed on top of her lap, grabbing her head and kissing her mouth roughly. 'Comply, witch, feel who owes your body,' Voldemort hissed, while Tom started to suck her nipples, sending such strong signals through her body that made her already thoroughly punished vagina begging for more. 'It's time you learnt the true value of the Dark Arts,' Voldemort said, licking her skin. His yew wand traced the lines of her face, while he laughed at her moans. 'You like this, witch?'

'Yes, my Lord,' Hermione breathed.

'Good answer, little one,' he purred, and another charm struck her body, making her scream out his name.

He turned his attention to Tom. 'Stop for a moment,' Voldemort ordered, 'and learn how to subdue an insolent witch completely.'

Reluctant but interested, Tom withdrew his mouth from Hermione's breasts, making her whimper in disappointment. And he stepped back, smirking at her desperation, which was about to increase tenfold when Lord Voldemort swung her vulnerable body around to face him. Her legs positioned at his sides, she grabbed a hold of his neck to, somehow, stay upright.

His crimson eyes sparkled at her viciously, causing her stomach to lurch and her heart to do a little somersault in anticipation. He swirled his wand around above their heads and Hermione looked up in wonder. A sparkling circle of different coloured lights hung above her, before it twirled down around her body. She closed her eyes and gasped for air as lust took over and made her grave the snakelike man before her beyond reason. She felt his erection press against the entrance of the place that needed to be filled before she would go mad, and she tried to move herself around him, but he halted her.

'Not yet, doll,' Voldemort said softly, 'you are not worthy of my cock before you've done everything I ask of you.'

He told Tom to take a hold of her and she felt two delicate, powerful hands grasp her sides. 'Lean against him, Hermione, and place your arms around his neck, I want to see your breasts in all their glory,' Voldemort ordered.

She raised her arms above her head and wrapped them around Tom's neck. Her back was now firmly pressed against his lean chest and the contact made her moan in wantonness. And said wantonness became worse when Voldemort pointed his wand at her nipples and cast another Sex Charm at her. Her breasts became so sensitive that his gaze alone made her come. Her vaginal muscles started clenching and unclenching at the empty void that was there and she trembled in desire and agony.

'Don't you love the Dark Arts now, Hermione?' Voldemort said, while smiling satisfied at her desperate form. 'You want to know what this will do to you in the end, don't you dear?'

Hermione nodded and groaned when he hit her with another charm instead of telling her the answer. She was shaking relentlessly now without a release. It was killing her. He was killing her. She was sure of it now. Her head leaned back against Tom and she saw his smug smile looking down at her.

'Move your legs around my shoulders,' Voldemort commanded. 'I want you to grant me the best possible access you can give me to yourself. Submit your body to me, darling.'

She tried, but was unable to move her legs with the required coordination, so she failed miserably. She could tell by his condescending, triumphant expression he had been expecting this outcome.

'Do you require assistance?' he smoothly asked.

Hermione looked at the emancipated, snow-white face apprehensively. She was burning up, and she had the distinct feeling his help would be depending on her answer here. 'Yes, Master,' she whispered humble, 'I want to please you.'

'Hmmm…,' Voldemort said contemplatively and he cupped her cheek. 'Slippery answer, Granger, I guess a part of you must belong in Slytherin.'

'I belong wherever you send me, my Lord.'

'Good girl,' Voldemort said and he flung her legs over his shoulders. 'You are beginning to understand your position. It will be time to seal it.'

Lord Voldemort looked up at Tom. 'Hold onto her waist tightly and place one hand on her heart, whatever happens don't let go. She will be yours alone for eternity, after I am done with her.'

Tom's hands moved from her sides and he placed his palm on her chest over her heart, while his other arm wrapped around her waist tightly. Lord Voldemort locked her eyes with his gaze when he pushed his yew wand into her sanctity and started twirling it around inside of her, brushing her walls with dark magic, while he was chanting in some foreign, ancient tongue. Hermione felt herself go weak with every minor motion his wand made. She was shivering fiercely; intoxicated by the wizard, who was enchanting her fully. Her insides were squirming and twisting and she felt her body changing, becoming his to have and to hold, forever. She trashed violently when her desire reached astonishing new heights, forcing Tom to hold her tighter, so she wouldn't fall. She didn't know who she was anymore. The world was swirling around her, and all she saw were crimson eyes that would be her salvation. She knew that much. She was sure of it.

'I'll take care of you, my dearest, all you need to do is repeat my words,' Lord Voldemort said seductively, 'do you understand?'

'Y-y-yes,' Hermione stuttered, panting.

'I, Hermione Jean Granger, give my body to one man only,' he exclaimed calmly.

Hermione frowned and she hesitated. Next, all her muscles contracted and her genitals ached ruthlessly. 'Say it,' Lord Voldemort repeated persuasively. 'Or you will feel my wrath for the rest of your life, until you cave.'

Hermione trembled. She was feeling trapped and she was indecisive to the best choice of action. Lord Voldemort leaned forward and twirled his wand one more time, making her yell and trash in Tom's arms.

'You are at my mercy, dear, it would be wise to comply with my wishes, since we already passed the point of no return a long, long time ago,' he whispered sensual against her mouth, enthralling her completely. 'And I can be generous to those who serve me, Hermione, very generous. And you, my dear, are the one who matters most to me. I want you. And Lord Voldemort always gets what he wants. Now, say it.'

'I, Hermione Jean Granger, give my body to one man only,' Hermione softly spoke, defeated.

It was like a lighting bolt left his wand and struck her insides when her words sealed the enchantment Voldemort placed on her. Quickly, he withdrew it, grabbed her hips and slammed her around his cock. Hermione screamed as he hit her G-spot brutally. The position of her legs granted him the option to strike her deeper than before. His fingers pinched her clit, making her wriggle and squirm wholeheartedly.

'Come for me, Hermione,' Voldemort snarled victoriously. 'I want to feel you clenching around my cock. I want to see you submit to me fully. And when we've sealed our bodily connection, you will never find pleasure with another man. Never.'

Voldemort grabbed her hips again and he looked at Tom. 'I've got her now. Keep your hand on her heart and use the other to help her come,' Voldemort said to Tom, 'we need this to happen quickly! And we need to fill her with our essence everywhere. So get ready to enter that cute arse of hers.'

Tom's hand went to her clit and he started rubbing it fervently. Voldemort moved Hermione roughly over his cock, thrusting deep inside of her, tilting his pelvis to hit every sensitive area inside of her. Hermione didn't know how long she would be able to feel this way. It was as amazing as it was tiring. Every inch of her being tingled and despite her exhaustion she met his thrusts fiercely. Wanting him to enter her further, wanting every bit of herself to be filled with this man, this wizard, who made her feel more alive than she ever had been. Voldemort slammed her hard on him again and pulled her against his chest, pushing her legs down. Her arms flung around his neck and she gazed into his eyes heatedly.

'Oh, you like feeling me fill you to the hilt, don't you Granger?' he hissed.

Hermione nodded hypnotically.

He laughed. 'We are going to fill every part of you, my filthy, little Mudblood,' he added smirking. 'Aren't you ready yet?' he snarled to Tom.

'Almost there,' Tom breathed.

She felt his tip against her behind. A charm flew through the air, adjusting her anus as he entered her, so he was able to move his cock in completely. She was sandwiched between them as they filled her up. Smirking, Voldemort rotated her around a bit making their cocks stroke her walls, while they widened her passages. Hermione couldn't take it anymore, she wanted to come, and she needed her release. Why was he stalling?

'When I tell you too, pet, you will get that luscious mouth of yours on mine and you will follow my lead as I devour every part of you.' He turned his attention to Tom. 'We will need to move coordinated. You will have to move and keep her body in position, while I hold her head, so she won't escape us.'

Tom nodded and took a hold of Hermione's waist with his free arm, while his hand remained on her heart. Voldemort grabbed her head and she felt his fingers entwining around her hair. His other hand waved his wand and pointed it at her clit, causing it to be stimulated continuously. 'Now, my dear,' Voldemort ordered and he pulled her head toward him.

Hermione's lips crashed on his and his tongue entered her immediately. They moved her over their cocks with a vengeance and Hermione felt how every fibre of her body submitted to him, surrendering to the pleasure that was given to her. They came simultaneously, and she felt her muscles clench around him, drawing him in further, milking his considerable length. He spilt his release inside of her vagina, while sucking on her mouth, tantalising her senses. Tom snarled her name when he came a few seconds later. And as she felt his hot semen enter her too, a piercing sensation struck her heart and genitals, connecting her body to Tom's forever.

They withdrew from her and Lord Voldemort took a hold of her head with both hands, gazing at her intensely satisfied, before kissing her forehead softly and lifting her worn-out body in his arms. That night she slept like a baby, all tangled up between the two men, who were in fact one and the same person. If she would have been awake, the concept would have freaked her out, but she was very much asleep.

When she woke the next morning, Voldemort Junior was busy getting dressed, while Voldemort Senior was nowhere to be seen. Hermione took his example and put on her Hogwarts' outfit again, before she followed him down to the living room, where they were greeted by a furiously hissing snake.

Tom looked at Voldemort. 'She is hungry, haven't you fed her yesterday?'

'I forgot,' was the short, dismissive reply.

'I can eat her,' the snake suggested in Parseltongue, while looking at Hermione.

Simultaneously, Senior and Junior responded angrily: 'NO!'

The three of them started arguing in Parseltongue, and in the end, the snake haughtily turned away from them. On its way out the door, Nagini hissed something to Hermione that she did not understand, but she got the general feel behind it.

'It's rather impolite to give people names, when they can't understand what you're saying!' she shouted out after it, cross.

'It said…,' Tom started, amused.

'You mean you said,' Hermione corrected him.

'Well, technically that piece is still inside of me, so I think I'm allowed to call the snake it at the moment,' Tom rebutted.

'Oh, and why would I agree with anything you say, when you obviously are experiencing such a hard time trying to convince yourself that what you're saying is right,' Hermione tauntingly replied.

'That's quite enough,' Voldemort interrupted. He stared at Hermione, who obviously was still able to resist him mentally, and he was thoroughly annoyed that his potion failed to achieve the required results. 'You two need to leave. You're both in my way.'

He grabbed Salazar's book and…

'Oh terrific, another Ballroom,' Hermione said dryly.

She sank her head in her hands, shaking it sideways out of sheer disbelieve that they were going to do this again without a full and thorough understanding of the consequences involved. It was silent for a while after her statement, but then, Voldemort hissed at the book and handed it to Tom.

'Remember what I said. It is vital you obtain it quickly upon arriving there. We can't afford any temporal mishaps.'

Hermione looked up in curiosity at those words Voldemort Sr. spoke to Voldemort Jr.

'I will never get to it,' Tom sneered back. 'Dumbledore is not an idiot. He will have placed it under heavy surveillance.'

'And I already told you that where I am sending you, you will be able to get your hands on it. I made certain of it. I know how that old, Muggle-loving fool thinks. Now, leave!' And Lord Voldemort swirled out of the room, leaving behind an angry Tom and a bemused Hermione.

'What was that all about?' Hermione thought, while she looked amused at Junior's obvious anger.

'You know, if you disagree with yourself, you can always change the destination,' she said grinning.

'No, you can't,' Tom answered through gritted teeth. 'Once Eternity in Time is set for a specific date, it needs to travel there before you can set a new destination.'

'Oh, I don't recall you telling me that during our meetings in the Room of Requirement,' Hermione said suspiciously.

'I've just found out about it too,' Tom said, obviously annoyed.

The corners of Hermione's mouth twitched upwards.

'Stop laughing at me, Granger,' Riddle said, pissed.

Hermione could not hold it in any longer. She guffawed right in his face. It was rather amusing to see him get annoyed by himself.

'Now-ow … you know-ow … how other … p-people feel about you-hou,' she hiccoughed, holding onto her belly, because it was beginning to cramp severely due to her uncontrollable laughter. And she roared with laughter, while rolling back on forth on the couch.

'Funny, Granger,' his voice replied, coming from straight above her.

She shook out her hands; tried to control herself; stopped her laughter; looked up, and saw his irritated features. 'Pfffttt… HAHAHAHA!' And she doubled over again.

After quite some time, Hermione was finally through laughing every time she took a glance in the direction of Tom, who had sat down with an exaggerated sigh on the living room table before her.

'Are you done now?' he calmly asked.

Though, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly as well. And Hermione felt how her joy had, somehow, rubbed off on him.

'We better get going,' Tom said.

He stood up and stretched out his hand towards her. She accepted it, and the force of the jolt took them both by surprise. They had to grab a hold of each other or they would have toppled over. They stood still for some time, before either of them dared to move a muscle. Finally, Tom spoke up. 'I don't know whom I allowed to brew that potion, but remind me to have the moron killed when the time comes. It is obviously not working properly.'

'Oh, and what was it supposed to do?' Hermione asked, remembering she had not got an answer to that question yet.

She was still somewhat concerned about it, even though she felt nothing out of the ordinary. Hermione had been certain when she drank it that the potion was a significant health risk. The way it had felt when it burned inside of her told her that much. Tom paled a bit further due to her question, and he did not answer her question nor looked her in the eye. He pulled her wand out of his pocket and handed it back to her, along with her beaded bag. Hermione did not push the matter further. She was now certain the potion had been unhealthy, maybe even lethal, and somehow, it had not worked properly. But why?

Tom, silently, twirled her around and grabbed a hold of her waist, but as he activated Eternity in Time he said something rather peculiar to Hermione. 'I'm glad it didn't work properly,' he whispered in her ear. 'I would have missed your annoying, bossy demeanour a lot.'

A dash of silvery light; a crash; a beaded bag fell down; a book flew through the air, and there she was, crouched on the floor again, while emptying her stomach.

'Hermione!' Harry and Ron shouted in unison.

They both dove down and hugged their friend senseless. Hermione Jean Granger had, finally, returned back to 1997. She was back with her beloved friends, and she arrived a mere three hours later, after she had left Harry. Though, for her, it had been months ago.
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