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Sharpest Wit	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 5793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Tom spent what seemed like hours looking over and reading every detail of the contract the woman wanted him to sign. He made several of his own changes before they finally agreed on the document. Even if the powerful being wasn’t actually the devil she was someone to be careful of. He was sure she’d be able to kill him if she wanted to, and he didn’t think he could gain the power to stop her in a mere month.

“If I know my stories about figures such as yourself, then either you expect the task you’ve given is impossible, or we really win together.” He said signing the page with a quill that cut open the back of his hand as he wrote.

The woman’s eyes gleamed in mischief. “That is so true. I wonder which it’s going to be this time?” She said not answering the implied question in his words. “She’ll be waiting for you in your flat.” She promised before the world started anew and the woman in the red robes disappeared.

“She?” He asked the air with a deep frown.

The young woman in the cafe no longer held any interest for Tom. With a new and challenging puzzle waiting for him back in his flat little of the outside world held interest. Without much real thought he headed back for his flat to see what this artifact was. He wanted to see this powerful magical item that would only add to his power. There was no question in his mind that he would wield it and make it his own.

Before he got home though he was stopped by one of his bosses in the street. It took a great force of his will not to yell at the man as he babbled on about some emergency and how they needed Tom at work right now. Not wishing to lose the job just yet he went to help with some new shipment of items.

It was ten hours later when he finally got back to his flat. He was tired from the manual labor and covered in dust from head to toe. No matter how many times he tried it refused to be magically vanished. He suspected this was the fault of a violin he unpacked that day, but it was no matter now. He would take his revenge on the cursed object after he got a shower and sleep.

Tom headed directly to the shower when he got home, stripping off dusty robes as he went. Once the water was on as hot as he could make it he stepped under the flow. He let the heat wash away the grim and human filth as well as the aches in his muscles.

“This isn’t a lake.” A voice said suddenly in a matter of fact tone as if he didn’t know that already.

Opening his eyes he looked around for the source of the words and found a short bushy haired girl standing in front of him. She’s wearing a pale blue cotton shift that seems to have the ability to repel the water from the shower. Moving back from her he narrows his eyes coldly. She couldn’t have been older than twenty.

“How did you get in here?” He asked accusingly, though he didn’t recognize her from the usual gaggle of girls who tried to invade his space.

“Do you really think it’s respectful to summon me like this?” She asked flushing three shades of red when she happened to glance down at his nakedness. After only a moment’s curious pause she turned her back and stepped from the shower.

Tom turned the water off and wrapped a towel around himself as he tried to figure out whom she was. Were strange women going to start just appearing in his life now? With that thought he was reminded of the artifact and the answer came to him without having to ask.

“You’re connected the artifact.” He said making the girl look up from her very serious examination of his toothbrush.

“You didn’t know?” She asked frowning as she took more of him in now that he was covered. “How did you win the blade?”

Without answering her Tom turned and headed out of the bathroom to find it for himself. He didn’t need some girl’s help, and he hoped he’d be able to get rid of her soon.

Sitting on top of the array of books in his work area was a long wrapped object. He rushed towards it to see exactly what he was dealing with. By the size and shape as well, and her calling it a blade made him think sword. What kind of sword would even be useful to a wizard like him?

The girl passed him quickly to set herself between Tom and the object. Her face got a stubborn set as she glared up at him. “I can already tell you have no right to wield me.” She said in that same annoying tone know it all tone.

He narrowed his eyes on the girl and let the last bit of his charm fall away. “You’ll move or you’ll feel pain like nothing you’ve ever imagined.”

“It’s those kind of statements that only make it more clear you have no right to this blade.” She said placing her hands firmly on her hips.

Without his wand at the ready Tom had to lower himself to a muggle way of discipline. The girl was shorter than him by at least a head though she held all the fierceness of a lion ready to strike. It would have been comical if she weren’t literally standing in the way of something he desired.

With one fluid motion Tom grasped her neck and tossed her easily from his path. Not paying attention to where she landed he advanced on the object only to have the little wench jump on his back. It was only the surprise of the situation that made him tumble to the ground with her still holding his neck.

With a loud hiss and only a moment of wrestling Tom got the fiery little creature pinned under him. He looked down at her with all the power and anger in him. “You will obey!” He ordered firmly.

Even in her prone position, she still managed to look as if she’d assault him again given half a chance. “How did you even get me?” She asked while struggling for freedom under him.

“You appeared in my shower then accosted me.” Tom reminded her as if it didn’t just happen moments ago.

“Not this me.” She said looking at him and then to his desk.

“The blade?” He asked finally making sense of all her babbling. “You’re the blade?” He asked working over what kind of magical object would have a fully formed being attached to it.

“Of course I am. You’re not very smart are you?” She asked taking the opportunity of his distraction to wiggle loose of his hold.

Tom let her go for now getting to his feet as the girl took up her position between him and the object once again. It would have to be a very powerful object to hold such a fully formed personality within it. Too bad it was a stubborn little girl.

“But I shouldn’t be surprised. It isn’t like scholars seek swords.” She says wistfully.

“I’m going to finish my shower and when I’m done we will be having a little talk.” He said figuring she was part of the puzzle, maybe even a weak point he could take advantage of.

While he cleaned the new layer of dirt from his skin he went over everything the devil woman said during their little meeting, and by the time he was dressed he was sure this girl would be the key to getting what he wanted.

When Tom opened the door to the bathroom ready to face the little wench once again he got the oddest sensation of cold steel being driven right through his stomach. Looking down he found the girl standing right in front of him. She held an ornate hilt with silver and gold dragons forming the handle and cross-guard against his skin.

It was only when he realized where the blade must be that he felt the searing pain of the gut wound.

“You little bitch.” He said as he felt the darkness edging around his vision.
“Hermione.” She corrected as the darkness swallowed him whole.
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