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The Danger of Pretending to be Someone Else	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 17007 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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New chapter again! Thank you so much for your reviews! The only thing I shall say before you begin to read is; beware of the limes!

Chapter 2 – The way you feel me

Hermione couldn’t get a grip on the enigma that was Voldemort, not even with her ability to feel his emotions. They had been up in her room all day, reading, eating and (in his case) napping. Now the evening had come and Hermione was getting ready for bed. Voldemort didn’t seem to want to leave her bed so she conjured up a new one for herself.

“Do you think they will try to kill me?” Voldemort asked calmly once they were both lying in their own bed.

Hermione, who was reading, lowered the book and turned her head. “No, that is more your way to handle problems.”

He smiled coldly. “It’s very effective.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, I don’t know what they’ll do, although I doubt they will kill you.”

“You don’t know Dumbledore very well, do you?” he asked and turned to his side.

Hermione realised he wouldn’t let her get back to the book for a while, so she marked the page and put it down on the floor. “He was my Headmaster, which is not someone you befriend.”

“No, but it has given you about eight years to study how he reacts in different situations,” he commented.

“Yes and I think he is quite a fair man. Besides the fact that he…” she stopped herself. It was dangerously easy to talk to Voldemort, but she couldn’t. Even without his Death Eaters he was a very bad man. She just needed to constantly remind herself of it.

“Besides the fact that he… what?” Voldemort asked with a curious look on his face.

“Nothing,” she said and Voldemort seemed to realise she wouldn’t say anything more. In fact, she wouldn’t even think about how unjust she felt Dumbledore could be sometimes.

“Dumbledore has done some nasty things too, you know,” Voldemort said in a rather chirpy voice.

“As bad as you?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Voldemort smiled that cold smile again. “He is twice my age and it’s safe to say that I’ve been more effective. However, he hasn’t been lazy either. Once in his youth he burned down a whole village in an experiment.”

“Really?”

He nodded seriously. “Oh, yes. And he has been quite a source for inspiration in effective ways to find out people’s secrets.”

“How?” She wasn’t sure if she believed him or not.

“I don’t believe that is for a young woman’s ears,” he remarked sweetly and turned to his back.

Hermione desperately wanted to know what he knew, but she was also aware that he was playing her. Alas, she turned to her back as well. “Perhaps we should sleep?”

A sigh came from the other bed.

“What?” she asked.

“I’m not tired. I think I’d like to take a walk.”

She sat up and stared at him. “Now?”

He sat up as well. “I could go alone.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” she scowled at him.

“No, but I feel a lot better thanks to your tender care,” he said with a hint of irony. “I could use some fresh air.”

Hermione sighed. “There is a small garden in the back, we can go there. I won’t take you out on the street.”

He shrugged and got out from bed. “Excellent!”

Hermione got up as well and put a cloak over her nightgown. Voldemort dressed fully, it made him look a bit more intimidating and Hermione guessed he wanted to feel like his old self. However, he was most likely stripped from that feeling when she helped him down the stairs because his legs were unsteady.

They came out in the garden and Hermione sat down on a bench next to the wall. The garden wasn’t much, only a couple of trees planted on a small grass plot. Voldemort crossed the garden in six big steps.

“Well, this isn’t much,” he complained.

“I’m not taking you out to the street. You can walk around here,” she said firmly.

Voldemort sighed and started to slowly walk back and forth. She could see that his leg was bothering him, but it didn’t show on his face. He must have a lot of self-control, which was a bit strange considering how many people he had killed. Why did he do that, anyway?

“Because they were in my way,” he answered and she realised she had forgotten to put up her shield again. What was wrong with her? Usually she wasn’t this forgetful.

“You are so used to not having to protect your mind that it will take at least two months of constant practise before you manage to do it without thinking,” he answered her thoughts again.

“Why two months?” she asked and focused on her shield.

“I’ve read that that is how long it takes to create a new habit,” he said simply.

She groaned. “At least I know how it’s done now.”

“Yes, although if I wanted to, I would be able to break through your shield. It’s weak,” he replied smugly.

She stuck out her tongue.

He chuckled and came to sit next to her. “You know, if you continue to be my babysitter, I could teach you.”

Hermione was very surprised. “You would do that? Why? Or are you just saying this so I won’t turn you over to Dumbledore?”

He smiled softly. “Of course I would expect something in return. For example, you could speak in my favour when the time comes. But it would please me if you were to be my guard. I would indeed be more cooperative.”

Did his voice send shivers down her spine? No, it was just the cold. Yes, it was cold outside and had nothing to do with him. “Good to know.”

He smiled. Suddenly his face seemed much closer than before. His fingers came up to her face and he stroked her cheek with the lightest of touches. All air seemed to have disappeared from her lungs and taken her thoughts with it. She didn’t even consider that this may not be a good idea. Instead, she closed her eyes and felt how he breathed against her mouth. Her lips were hypersensitive. She could feel his mouth come closer and didn’t object when he touched her lips with his. His hand travelled down her face and to her throat which he stroked tenderly.

After what could have been seconds or minutes, Hermione realised what she was doing. She opened her eyes and withdrew from him. He didn’t try to stop her. Instead he let his hand fall down to his lap.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” she mumbled.

He smiled at her. “No, however I liked doing that and you seemed to as well.”

She blushed and looked down at her lap.

He came closer to her. “Although, I don’t think your friends liked it.”

She flew up from the bench and found that other people had entered the garden. Those other people were Dumbledore and Harry. Both of them seemed rather shocked, although Harry seemed angry and Dumbledore more disappointed. Hermione couldn’t decide if she should try to disappear through the earth or turn around and slap Voldemort. When the disappearing didn’t work, she turned around with furious eyes. He looked awfully pleased with himself.

“You knew they were coming!” she remarked in disbelief.

Voldemort giggled. “Yes, but I didn’t imagine you would actually kiss me!”

“What did you imagine, Tom?” Apparently Dumbledore had found his voice. Hermione turned around again and looked at the Headmaster and her best friend, who was still standing with his mouth open.

Voldemort came to stand beside her. “I just wanted to show you how friendly Hermione and I are.”

“Ah, of course.” Dumbledore seemed to understand exactly what Voldemort meant, while Hermione had no idea. She glanced at him and he still looked very amused.

“What is going on?” Harry seemed to have found his voice as well. “Dumbledore told me you were guarding Voldemort but… I don’t remember him looking like that.”

“I do now, thanks to Hermione here,” Voldemort replied. “And I’m a bit disappointed in you Dumbledore for not teaching Potter how to use his eyes.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Then why in Merlin’s name were you kissing?”

“May I suggest we take this conversation inside?” Dumbledore said before any of them could answer. “I think we all could use a cup of tea.”

“Spiked with Veritiserum, no doubt,” Voldemort mumbled next to her as they walked inside. Hermione ignored him; she was just relieved to have a few more seconds to think about an answer to Harry. Why had they kissed? It had just happened so sudden.

They all sat down around the table. For some reason, Voldemort took the seat next to her while Dumbledore and Harry sat down on the opposite side of the table. Milly the House-Elf came in and served them all tea with her eyes at the floor. Hermione wondered if she had found out who Voldemort was or if she was just nervous being around so many wizards. When Milly escaped into the corridor, Hermione wished she could do the same. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have.

“Well?” Harry asked impatiently. “Why were you kissing him, Hermione?”

She looked down in her cup. “I don’t know. It just happened.”

“And how often has it ‘just happened’?” Harry asked bitterly.

“Only once!” she replied agitatedly. She didn’t want Harry to hate her.

“Twice,” Voldemort mumbled.

“That time doesn’t count,” she spat. “I didn’t want it.”

“You didn’t complain,” he remarked sweetly.

“I did hit you afterwards.”

“Yes, but not because I kissed you, it was because I stopped.”

“No! I… just shut up!” Hermione knew he was only trying to put her in a bad light and from the look on Harry’s face, he was succeeding. “It doesn’t matter if we kissed or not. I don’t like you at all!”

Voldemort gave her an I-don’t-believe-you-look and then turned to look at the other two.

“I don’t understand what’s got into you, Hermione,” Harry said with an uncomfortable look at Voldemort.

Hermione glanced at Voldemort too. “Bad company, I guess.”

Harry still seemed angry. “Dumbledore told me you rescued him.”

“Did he also tell you about the bond? I could feel them torturing him. You know I hate it when someone is hurt. I just couldn’t sit there doing nothing,” Hermione explained. “And then when I got him here, he was in such bad state I simply had to help him.”

“Even after everything he has done? Everyone he has killed? Just last year he almost killed Ginny in that attack at Hogsmeade!” Harry seemed ready to rise in anger, but Dumbledore put a calming hand on his arm.

Voldemort seemed amused by his anger. “Yes, that. How is sweet Ginny?”

Hermione saw how Dumbledore had to press Harry down in the seat.

“Tom,” he said warningly.

Voldemort ignored the Headmaster. “Is she still your girlfriend or did you break up with her again? I never really understood why you did that, because if you are afraid of her being a target, she will still be whether you’re her boyfriend or not.”

Harry just stared furiously at him.

Dumbledore let go of Harry and looked directly at Voldemort. “Perhaps you should consider that just one owl from me could get you executed before dawn, Tom.”

“No!” Hermione gasped. When they all turned to look at her, she blushed. “I don’t think execution is the answer to anything.”

Voldemort placed a hand on her thigh. “Don’t worry, Hermione, Dumbledore is merely trying to scare me.”

Hermione brushed his hand away angrily.

“That is not entirely true, Tom. Execution will be the only alternative for you if you don’t cooperate with us,” Dumbledore said gravely. “As we speak, the Death Eaters are fighting over who will lead them. If they were only fighting each other, this wouldn’t bother us. However, they are also recruiting new Death Eaters and the mysterious deaths in the Muggle world are increasing. The Ministry fears exposure.”

Voldemort snorted. “Fools.”

“I agree. We in the Order wish to, as a matter of speech, cut off the head of the snake before it gets out of hand. Will you help us, or shall I send a notice to the Aurors?”

Voldemort placed his elbows on the table and leaned his chin against the backside of his clapped hands. “You know I’m not unreasonable, Dumbledore. I’m quite certain I know which head you should be cutting, but I’m not working for free.”

“You mean your pathetic life isn’t worth enough?” Harry growled.

Voldemort simply smiled. Hermione looked from Voldemort to Dumbledore who seemed to be trying to read the dark wizard’s thoughts.

“What did you have in mind, Tom?” Dumbledore asked after a moment.

“First, my name is Voldemort, not Tom,” Voldemort said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Second, if you want me to stay put and behave, Miss Granger will be the one to guard me.”

Both Harry and Hermione gasped. Dumbledore reminded cool. “Why her?”

Voldemort turned his head to look at Hermione. “Because I have the greatest confidence she will be able to tend to my every need. You wouldn’t want me to escape from sheer boredom now, would you?”

Hermione stared at him with open mouth. Why did he want to be with her? Was it because the kiss? Did he think that she would… do something more? That was just so wrong! Surely Dumbledore couldn’t agree to this!

“Very well. If your information is enough, I’ll let Miss Granger be your only guard.”

“What? No!” Harry’s eyes widened as he stared at the Headmaster.

Hermione didn’t think she had heard correctly. Was Dumbledore selling her for information on the Death Eaters? He must understand what Voldemort meant when he said ‘care for his every need’. That would give Voldemort more power over her than she had over him!

“What is enough information?” Voldemort asked.

“Start talking and we will see,” Dumbledore replied calming. He wasn’t even looking at Hermione. She felt like a mule on a market.

“You can’t agree to this!” Harry hissed.

Dumbledore glanced down at him. “You know that sometimes sacrifices have to be made, Harry.”

“Easy for you to say when you aren’t the one being sacrificed,” Harry spat and stood up. With one angry look at Voldemort he left the room.

Dumbledore sighed and turned back to Voldemort. “You may begin.”

Voldemort was smiling. “Very well. First you need to find the snake-heads. Lucius Malfoy will definitely be the most influential one. He will probably have Narcissa, Bella and the Lestrange brother’s behind him. Many other top Death Eaters can be bought with gold and it is likely Lucius will be able to buy them. However, Antonin Dolohov never liked Lucius and unless Lucius has him killed quickly, he will be another leader. Those who don’t like Lucius, gold or not, will most likely follow him. Marcus Flint is the third most dangerous one. He hasn’t been a Death Eater for long and he is very popular among the newest ones. With his ambitiousness and me gone, he will not stand behind someone else, or not for long at least.”

Dumbledore seemed to memorise everything Voldemort was saying. Hermione was quite sure he would put this memory into a Pensive later.

“Half of this we already knew,” Dumbledore replied after a while. “We need to stop them. How do we do that?”

“You kill them of course.” Voldemort seemed to think Dumbledore was stupid.

“That is not our way, which you well know, To-… Voldemort,” Dumbledore said.

Voldemort smirked. “In that case, you should start with Lucius. If you take away his gold, he will fall.”

“How do you suggest we do that?” Dumbledore asked.

“There are many ways, Lucius hasn’t paid the right amount of taxes since he found out the Ministry cooperated with Muggles and Muggle-borns. He has earned a lot of money by selling stolen goods and importing forbidden items into the country. I could go on and on, but I think this is enough,” Voldemort said cheerfully. Hermione wondered how long he had wanted to sell Lucius out.

“We know this already. We need proof of it,” Dumbledore explained with an unhappy grimace.

“If you give me access to a Pensive, I’ll show you where you can find what you need. However, I won’t do that unless you keep your end of the bargain,” Voldemort turned and gave Hermione a cold smile.

She shuddered. When she saw Dumbledore’s face she knew she was sold.

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Everything was turning out in Voldemort’s favour and he liked that very much. He didn’t mind giving them information that would put Lucius in prison for a very long time. Loyalty had only been something he used when it benefited him. Now he could start on the next part of his plan; getting Granger as an ally.

It was clear that the Order and Dumbledore underestimated the usefulness of the girl. She was clever and good with her wand. With the right guide, there would hardly be anything she couldn’t do. What he needed now was her trust. If they were to be alone together, he was certain he would get it in no time. Thanks to Dumbledore, the table had turned in his favour. The Order needed him and Dumbledore had given him what he wanted, power over Granger. Since she was loyal to the Order, she would most likely do almost anything to keep him happy and helpful to help their cause.

Voldemort planned to seduce her. He had done it to countless of women before and had no doubt he would succeed. Most women became so emotional when things became intimate and Voldemort happened to be a master at manipulating emotions to his favour. It didn’t matter that she was resentful now, in a couple of weeks she would most likely believe she was in love with him and women did everything for the ones they loved. He would need that if he was ever to regain the power he once had. That would happen after he killed all his former Death Eaters of course.

Granger had disappeared after Dumbledore asked her (or ordered her) to keep Voldemort ‘cooperating’. They had all known she wouldn’t do anything but accept. She cared too much about helping the Order.

Now it was an hour later and Voldemort was making his way back to her bedroom. Dumbledore asked him not to leave the building, but said he could move around freely inside it. He also implied that Voldemort could choose any bedroom he wanted, but he ignored that. He planned to advance on the young woman instead.

When he opened the door to the room, it was dark. He already made himself ready in the bathroom, so he just stripped down to his underwear and limped over to the bed. His leg hurt him more than he cared to admit, but he would soon get other things on his mind. The girl was lying motionless in the bed, faking sleep. Voldemort sank down next to her and made his way under the covers. Her body was hot and since she was lying with her back against his he could easily press his whole body against her.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled.

He chuckled into her ear and could feel her shudder. “You know as well as I do that you are the sacrificed lamb. And I’m a hungry wolf.” He let his hand wander over the side of her body.

“Why do you want me?” she whispered.

“I think you could be very good for me,” he whispered back and kissed her neck.

“Please, don’t.” There were tears in her voice.

His hand stopped on her thigh. “Don’t what?”

“Please don’t force me to have sex with you.”

Truth be told, he didn’t plan to have sex with her tonight. He was so tired he didn’t think he could get it up even if she had been willing. However, she didn’t need to know that.

“I’m not unreasonable, Hermione,” he mumbled and nibbled her earlobe. “I can wait until you feel ready.” He stroked the outside of her leg one last time before he let it fall over her waist instead.

She relaxed. “Thank you.”

He smirked against her neck. “Sleep tight, Hermione. Tomorrow will be another long day.”

“What makes you think that?” she asked suspiciously.

“Tomorrow is always a long day,” he replied smoothly and pressed his lips against her neck one last time. “Sleep.”

She took a deep breath, but he didn’t know how long it actually took for her to fall asleep. He was asleep within moments.

When he woke up it was morning and she was trying to get up from under his arms. He didn’t let her and instead pulled her down even closer against him. She let out a growl and turned around to face him. For some reason, she didn’t look happy at all. He found her hand and placed it on his hips.

“My leg is cramping,” he said matter-of-factly. “Would you mind massaging it?”

She frowned. “When you say ‘your leg’…?”

“I actually mean my leg,” he said with a smile and moved her had down his thigh. “And I didn’t actually mean you had a choice.”

She snorted. “I understood that, actually.”

“Excellent.” He turned to his side and made a gesture for her to start massaging.

Reluctantly, she sat up and moved down on the end of the bed. With a grimace on her face, she placed his leg over her knees and started to massage it.

“You can use more pressure, Granger,” he said with a smirk.

Without a word she did. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her hands on him. His leg was really cramping, and the massage was helping. She was good at it. However, as she worked the upper part of his leg, he felt the urge to have her hands on another place just a couple of inches away. He opened his eyes and saw that she was well aware of his reaction. She was staring at the tent that was his underwear.

“Don’t worry,” he purred. “I’ll take care of that myself in the shower later.”

Her head snapped up and she blushed furiously. He decided now would be a good time for a hug. With one fast movement he had her underneath him. Her eyes narrowed and she tried to push him away. He ignored it and moved a hand over the inside of her thigh.

“I won’t bite,” he mumbled. “I just want to see if I’m having the same effect on you as you have on me.” He pressed his hand against her cunt. “Oh, isn’t this interesting.”

Her breath hitched as he stroked her hard through her knickers. It was very arousing to watch her with her eyes shut tightly together and her mouth half open. A sweet torture. Then he realised that that wasn’t all. He could feel what she was feeling. He stroked her harder and groaned over the painful pleasure. He moved the fabric aside and with his fingers searched that special little nub he knew women had. When he found it and touched it, it was like a small explosion at the back of his head. Surprising as the feeling was, he couldn’t stop himself from ejaculating in his boxers.

It took a moment or two before he realised what had happened. When he did, he flew up from the bed. Granger looked up at him with a confused expression. Voldemort looked down at his hand which was covered with her fluids. How could this have happened? He was always in control over himself and now he had totally lost it by just touching her!

Gulping, he fled from the room and into the bathroom. He was scared. It wasn’t the fact that he had lost control that scared him. It was the fact that he had had the best fucking orgasm in his life by doing so that scared him.
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