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Heart of A Snake	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 13692 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Once Voldemort could see that Hermione Granger was well out of sight, he stopped trying to pretend he had been unaffected by their encounter. He had heard the murmurs of his Death Eaters. He had read their thoughts, discovered their doubts once they witnessed what the girl was capable of.
Do my Death Eaters really think I am so stupid? He raged. Do they really think that I will let them dare to question my absolute authority? Perhaps tonight I will have to remind my followers exactly who I am, and why they should fear me!
Voldemort cleared his throat as he looked over the crowd who awaited his command, and he said, "My Death Eaters, I know some of you have concerns about the girl staying here. She is my prisoner, and that will be that. If anyone dares to oppose my wishes in the matter, feel free to step forward now."
When no one volunteered, Voldemort stood taller and glared, not to be deprived of his intentions. "Don't think I was oblivious to the looks I got while she interacted with me," he shouted. "There is a greater purpose to her presence, I can assure you. If anyone here harms Hermione Granger in any way, it will be the last thing you ever do. Understood?"
"Yes, my Lord," they spoke in unison.
"Dolohov!" Voldemort shouted, making the man jump forward. "Your report?"
"My Lord!" he answered as he grovelled at his feet. "It is just as you suspected. The Order of the Phoenix launched an attack on Malfoy Manor not two nights since. It was apparent that they were unsure where else to look, just as you predicted. They fell for the bait."
"That is most gratifying," Voldemort intoned in a smooth, silky voice. "Hopefully they will believe she is truly dead, and just forget about her. It would make all of this so much easier." Especially if she forgets about them, as well, he added to himself. "Continue."
Dolohov cleared his throat uncertainly as he got to his feet. "Well, my Lord, we gained control of the Ministry as planned, but when we went to the Weasley household to collect the boys they… well, they weren't there. Potter and the other boy have disappeared completely. No one has any idea where they've gone. The rumours say that they will not be returning to Hogwarts for school this year."
"Perhaps the boy is running from me," Voldemort said. "It is very wise of him."
Dolohov nodded, and prepared to back away.
"Wait!" Voldemort growled, aiming his wand. "Crucio!"
With a gasp of pain, Dolohov fell to the floor, writhing and convulsing under his Master's merciless spell. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he bit his tongue, while Voldemort watched with a sadistic smile of enjoyment.
All eyes in the room widened in fear until the Dark Lord lifted his curse. "This will serve as a lesson to all those who doubt me," he told them. "You can't hide anything from me. It would be a pitiful attempt if you tried. Go now, all of you. Make my presence known throughout all of England. Break out your brothers and sisters from Azkaban."
Voldemort gave a sinister laugh as the Death Eaters Disapparated, all of them calling out in bloodlust. Everything was falling into place now, he was pleased to see.
Now, if only I could figure out that girl, he added. She is powerful, there is no denying it. I just need to see if she can be swayed.
Voldemort stared out the window of his throne room into space, lost in his thoughts.

Hermione smiled as she watched Harry and Ron walk ahead of her and talk about Quidditch. She absolutely loved moments like these, when they could enjoy the summer sunshine and each other's company with carefree innocence.
"Oh, I just can't wait for the World Cup!" Ron was telling Harry excitedly. "It's only two weeks away!"
Diagon Alley looked empty with no one walking about as they used to do. Things had just become too risky, and she knew that the three of them were tempting fate to be doing it themselves.
"Hurry up, Mione!" Ron cajoled her, turning around to shout. "Oi!"
Harry turned as well to add, "Yes, Hermione, we need to hurry and get to Gringott's before sundown."
"I'm coming," she grumbled, when all of the sudden she felt a hand over her mouth. She struggled to scream, but she just couldn't.
The hand covering her mouth felt all too real. Hermione sat bolt upright in her bed, her heart hammering in fear. Angry now, she ripped the hand away from her face and demanded, "Draco Malfoy, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Draco smirked, and said, "Waking you up, stupid. Dinner is ready."
"There are plenty of ways you could have woken me," she grumbled as she looked down.
"What's the matter, Granger? Bad memories?" he asked with a sneering laugh. "I could have been a lot meaner, you know. I just value my own skin far too much."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded hotly.
With a brief pause she glanced at her reflection in the mirror before following Draco out into the hallway. He just shrugged.
Hermione thought she looked so different now. It was obvious she had not been eating, yet she still had her full figure. If anything she looked more like a woman than she ever had before, and she smiled sadly.
I never thought this is where I'd be when I realized I was fully matured, she speculated. She was beautiful, and she knew it. But while she was here, no one would ever know. Well, I suppose Ron knows, but I don't feel that way about him. He will only ever be my friend.
"So, Malfoy, where are we anyway?" she asked him timidly.
"You really don't know?" he scoffed. "I thought you were smarter than that."
Hermione glowered at him as she waited for him to continue.
"We're in one of the Malfoy Manors," he explained, and her eyes widened in surprise. "Yes, Granger, we have more than one. If fact, we have seven estates. I can't tell you exactly which location we are in, obviously, but there you go."
Draco led Hermione down the hall and up a flight of stairs. He stopped in from of some double doors, and paused as if he wished to say something. Hermione waited, but he did not speak. He shook his head instead, and opened the doors. She took a deep breath and walked in.
Everyone in the room stopped talking to look at her. Hermione stared back at them, uncertain of what to do. I wish they would stop staring, I feel so uncomfortable. But I'm so hungry! Look at all the food. Do I sit, or…
"Would you just sit down, already, Mudblood?" Voldemort said to her, and Hermione blushed as she looked over at him.
The only open seat was to Voldemort's right-hand side, and Hermione went to it as quickly as possible, even more aware than ever of the eyes upon her as he pulled it out from his seated position so she could sit in it more easily.
She was embarrassed to be at the head of the table beside Voldemort, but she was happier to see him than the man on her right; Lucius Malfoy. No one said anything, but then the Dark Lord picked up his fork and everyone began to eat.
Hermione hesitated for only a moment before she started to put food onto her own plate. She was too hungry to stand on ceremony, especially since she wasn't sure what the ceremony was. It was so exciting to be eating real food again. She tried not to sigh in satisfaction as the bites of venison and potatoes with gravy found their way to her stomach, until she suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Dolohov was staring at her. She looked down, and her cheeks turned pink. She knew exactly what he was looking at, she'd just spotted it in the mirror herself on the way here and it made her incredibly uncomfortable. She looked up again several times to find his eyes had never left her, and finally she couldn't take it anymore.
"Do you mind? Stop staring at me!" Hermione shouted.
When Voldemort placed his fork firmly on the table she immediately regretted the outburst. He looked down at her, making her shiver. It felt as though the temperature had instantly dropped by thirty degrees. The Dark Lord stood.
"Dolohov, you will remove your eyes from the girl, or I will. Permanently."
"Sorry, my Lord," Dolohov said as he lowered his eyes.
"Crucio!" Voldemort shouted. Dolohov fell out of his chair and writhed on the floor for what seemed like hours before he stopped. Then Voldemort turned to Hermione. "You, Mudblood, will learn not to speak unless spoken to." With a flick of his wand, Hermione was on the floor screaming.
If it was possible for one man's Crucio to hurt more than another's, this one did. It felt like a thousand knives had stabbed her, and she knew that she was screaming, but she couldn't seem to stop. It all felt so far away, like a dream. And then the pain was gone, and she felt tears streaming silently down her face.
Hermione looked up into her Lord's face, almost certain she spotted remorse there.
Voldemort stared at her. He did not want to punish the girl, but he could not let anyone think he had a soft spot for her, could he? He tried to keep his emotions from showing on his face, but somehow he could feel them creeping onto it anyway.
"Everyone, get out!" he shouted. "Get out of here!"
The room cleared so fast, Hermione had not even taken a second breath of air. Voldemort stood looking down at her, and then he said, 'Get up, Hermione."
Every muscle in her body screamed as Hermione used a chair to pull herself onto her feet. Her knees were so weak, she collapsed, so she tried again, determined to prove how strong she was.
I hate this. This is so stupid, all of this! She thought. She followed Voldemort out the door. She walked behind him, staring at his back. What could have done this to him? I know he was human at one point, I saw it in his mind. What has made him this way?
Voldemort stopped at her door and opened it for her.
Hermione looked up into his face as he turned, and he looked like he wanted to say something, but then he stopped. "Good night, Hermione," he said instead, and walked quickly away.
"Good night, my Lord," she called softly after him as she stepped into her room.
Hermione collapsed on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She started to cry. She cried for her family, her friends, and most of all, for herself. She had no idea what would happen to her as she drifted off to sleep.

Voldemort stormed to his study after he left the girl. He wanted to spend time with her, get to know her and discover how her mind worked. He could tell she was special, he just didn't know why. He paced back and forth, thinking, and finally it hit him. He knew what he could do to get her to warm to him. He truly smiled for the first time in a long while.
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