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Heart of A Snake	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 13810 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Be strong, Hermione. Show no fear. Voldemort will get no satisfaction from killing you.
Hermione saw that the room was quite large, and it was filled with Death Eaters. Each and every one of them gasped in shock as she shook off Lucius's iron grip and walked boldly into the room, smiling confidentially as she strode right up to the snake-like man as he sat regarding her from his throne.
What could possibly make this man want to become so twisted and inhuman? Hermione wondered as she looked at him from a mere three feet away.
Murmurs arose among those who witnessed this display. She could hear the whispers among them, all of them wondering how she could dare to behave so boldly before the most powerful wizard alive, who could easily strike her down for her temerity.
Hermione smiled even more as she heard them.
"How nice of you to join us, Miss Granger," Lord Voldemort said in a smooth voice, as though unruffled by what she had done. "You do look lovely in that dress."
"I'm only here because you brought me here," Hermione huffed indignantly at his words. "I would never freely stand before you like this."
"Indeed, my dear little Mudblood, indeed," he said with a small chuckle. He sat regarding her for a few moments, lost in his thoughts.
"You call me dear, when you mean nothing of the sort, my Lord," she pointed out, shuddering at the thought of being dear to such a man. Her fists clenched and unclenched at her sides, and she wished he would just get this over with.
"Perhaps not," he said, finally. "However, Hermione, I have been very curious about you."
Hermione had not expected his response, and she waited for him to continue. He looked as though he was finding it difficult to say what he was thinking, and suddenly she found herself asking, "Has the cat got your tongue?"
She gaped as the words slipped out before she could stop them. That was the sort of trouble that came from not conversing for so long, when you no longer had any sort of filter between one's thoughts and the words that left your mouth. Her heart skipped a beat, for he surely would not take the comment lightly.
To her great surprise, Lord Voldemort chuckled as he continued to watch her. Everyone else in the room murmured that she was about to die, but she held her ground and continued to meet his gaze.
"This is precisely why I am so intrigued by you, Hermione," Voldemort pointed out as he sat forward in his chair, closing the distance between them. Hermione resisted the urge to back away.
"How so?" she inquired, taking a step forward instead.
"Because you have no fear of me or if you do, you do not show it," he told her. "Not many can approach me with a smile on their face. You should be cowering before me because of all the terrible things you know I could do to you, and yet you just look at me with those innocent eyes, as if you have done nothing wrong."
"I haven't done anything wrong," she stated, continuing to stare at him.
Voldemort surged out of his chair and gazed intensely into her eyes, following her face as she backed up in surprise before straightening again. She could see that he was trying to break into her mind, but Hermione was well prepared for this. She had spent ages learning Occlumency to prevent such an occurrence. With a smirk, she easily kept him out, and almost laughed as he pushed against her resistance. She had a brilliant mind, and she knew it and now, so did he.
Voldemort gave an exasperated sigh as he backed away from her, knowing that he would not break down her defenses. "Here you stand before me, a Muggle-born witch of seventeen years, smirking because you know unerringly that your mind is strong enough to withstand an attack from me. Ha! You have got to be one of the best Occlumens I have ever seen. Hmm, I wonder…"
Hermione took advantage of his moment of pondering to show him exactly what she was capable of. In her mind she spoke the word "Legilimens!", and watched as he tried to figure out what was going on. The second he realized what she was doing he tried to push her out of his head, but he couldn't.
Voldemort knew this little witch had the upper hand at the moment as she pushed harder, viewing pictures and events that he could not hide. His thoughts flew by, and Hermione saw a handsome young boy with wavy brown hair seated in a dark and mysterious place. She dove out of that memory and into another, where he was speaking to the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets.
She dove into another memory and another, and saw him struggling within himself as he argued with Abraxas Malfoy about something.
Then she saw a sad boy sitting on top of the Astronomy Tower at Hogwarts, and it looked as though he had been crying. For some strange reason, Hermione wished someone as beautiful as him would have no need to shed tears.
She stumbled backwards as Voldemort finally cast her out. Looking up, she saw a red glow in his deep blue eyes, but neither hatred nor anger was the cause. It was curiosity. Hermione was surprised when the Dark Lord chuckled once more.
Curiosity filled her again.
From the corner of her eye, Hermione could see the looks on the faces of the nearest Death Eaters, who seemed to be confused about what was going on.
"It seems you are more brilliant than I thought, Hermione Granger," Voldemort finally said as he continued to watch her, though he now straightened to his full height, which was to say he was towering over her quite a bit. "I am amazed that you were able to perform such complex magic at such a young age, and without your wand. And you did it non-verbally, as well. I must say, I am very impressed. Very impressed, indeed."
With a sigh, Voldemort turned away and said, "Lucius, come forward."
Lucius hurried to his Lord's side, and the two spoke quietly together. Hermione could not hear what they were saying, and then Voldemort turned to her again. "Miss Granger, Lucius will show you to your new room. You shall be collected for dinner at the proper hour. No funny business until then."
Hermione cast him a shocked look. "That's it, then? You're not going to kill me or torture me? You're just going to send me to my room like an errant child?"
Voldemort chuckled for the third time that day. Everyone in the room stared, not at all sure what to make of it. "Lucius, be gone. I have other matters to discuss with my servants. I shall speak to you again after you have delivered the girl to her room."
"Time to go, Miss Granger," Lucius said as he stepped past her, making no move to grab her again. "Follow me."
Hermione nodded, and did as he said, glancing back at Voldemort as he returned to his throne and watched them depart. Before they were even out of the room, he called forward one of his Death Eaters to deal with whatever the next issue at hand was.
Lucius led her right past the room she had used before, further down the hall and up some stairs. He stopped in front of a black door and opened it, motioning for her to go inside. When she was in the room, he paused to look her over once more.
"Someone will be sent to collect you for dinner," he informed her, and then slammed the door shut as he walked away.
Hermione looked around in awe. The room she had been given was very beautiful. Right in the middle was a magnificent, queen-sized bed, and she laid on it immediately. The moment she touched it her eyes felt heavy.
No harm in taking a little nap, she decided. I need a break after all this confusion anyway. And with that, sleep overtook her.
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