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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot.

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Disclaimer : The characters and canon situations of Harry Potter, in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit from this submission. I only own the plot, my PC on which I typed it, and a cat.

A/N : Harry is dead, Sorry!! My plot is constructed as such; there was no way to keep him alive. Hope this fact won’t make you discontinue reading.

There wasn’t Hermione/Draco romantic relation, but both were, let ‘s say, attracted to one another, but neither took the 1^st step. So it stayed in the “would-be” domain. Rest assured Hermione will not be as compliant or accommodating as to forget what happened.

Thank you again. Please read and review?

Enjoy :]

HM

PS. Musculi-Exercitor = Muscles Trainer

‘This is for thoughts’

“This is for dialogue”

Chapter 3 : Or a Nightmare

Hermione couldn’t argue his points, looking at him pacing around the room, like a tiger imprisoned, his body language, his facial expressions exuding waves of barely leashed fury. She wasn’t afraid for she sensed his anger was directed at someone else.

“You Know Hermione, when I came back for Harry and weasel, and brought them back to the Order’s Headquarters, no one asked about you, except the Twins and Remus. Arthur was out along with Bill and Charley. No-fucking-body remembered that you were there as well. Or they did and did not give a shit. And you want me to be charitable towards those turncoats. They deserve more than what they got."

"Dumbledork the asshole, was telling Harry that it is not wise to lose more lives, trying to find and free you, IF you were still alive. He was SURE you would be by then definitely spilling their secrets to Voldemort. He did not have the decency to give you the benefit of a doubt, about your loyalty, or your resistance in the face of 'supposedly torture and other unmentionable violent acts', he does not want to name, to spare the two present whores’ sensibility,–Molly, and Ginny- Tonks was at the Ministry. Merlin I wanted to Kill him, but right now Hermione I am so happy I didn’t. And you will soon know why. As for that cocksucker weasel He was knocked out cold by Harry, when he maliciously commented on Albus’ tirade by saying it might melt your frigid icy cunt."

The two hyenas laughed, laughed because they thought it funny that you were getting violated and raped. Zabini went to the kitchen, and stopped when he heard them talking, a while later. They were saying that it would teach you to dump Ron, the fat cow Molly was saying, thanking Merlin Ron got over filth like you. Also, a mudblood should not behave as if she is better than them. Or have higher ethics or manners. They thought they were alone in the kitchen, Hwemione; they were spewing their poisonous, hate, envy, and jealousy."

"Ginny was angry that Harry did not want to be with her anymore, and was accusing you of stealing him from her, calling you a hypocrite whore, with a Holier than Thou attitude, while sleeping around, and pretending to be a virgin. But do not worry, each one of them paid. How I enjoy and relish the way They paid for their lies, hypocrisy, disloyalty and dishonesty. They were punished the best way it fits them and their crimes. When they spew filth, they get filth in return."

"Having unveiled these facts, do not talk to me about friendship, loyalty, honesty and trustworthiness. If those scumbags are “la crème de la crème” of the Light side, thank Salazar I did not meet more of them. They were the darkest people I have ever had the misfortune to meet in my life. And I am not meaning magic, I am talking about their black souls."

Hermione was totally stunned. Her whole brain was whizzing with memories, incidents and images, all corroborating his points. Some were painful to remember, that’s why she tried to forget about them. Even wipe them from existence.

Come to think of it, objectively, and unbiasedly, he’s right, they were both pawns. And he saved her life after all, or rather her mind. Godric! If he hadn’t took care of her all this time, she would have been turned into a blabbering fool!! Her integrity forced her to, at least, agree on this much of his arguments.

While a flourishing painful disappointment about the Order’s members’ reactions warned her not to follow the rest of his diatribe.

Her friends gave up on her so easily, so fast, like on some long lost pet!

Only Harry and Remus were ready to search for her, while the others did not want to risk their skin. Bitterly she remembered when Tonks and Ginny were late, for a couple of hours, gallivanting in Diagon Alley one day. Everyone was up and ready to turn every cobblestone, and search the whole area for them, including her.

The loss she was feeling now was even worse. It is not about who is dead or alive anymore. It is now an emotional gap, that nothing could replace, an abyss that could never possibly be filled.

To think these people who she knew and lived with for years, fought beside them and loved them, simply banished her out of their lives. And some hated her this much?! Why? She stood by Ginny and listened to her, when in second year, she was almost killed in the Chamber of Secrets. When Ginny told her about Tom Riddle and how she loved him. She told her things she did not want to think about right now.

The brat confessed how she wanted to kill everyone who chased him away. How Harry should’ve left her with Tom. And she kept those secrets. If her family or the Order knew, they would have warded her in St Mungo’s! And Molly, she considered her like her surrogate mother! Molly calling her a mudblood, and not wanting her with Ron! Yes well, he’s the catch, isn’t he? With His “well-bred” attitude, uncouth and rude, thanks to you Molly. As for his table manners, eating and talking at the same time! How about his fascinating fluent conversations, bumbling like a buffoon, and his emotional quotient of a spoon? Is she really thinking any woman in her right mind would want to merry her troll of a son?!

She was a stranger after all, was she not? She was nothing to them, not the Boy who lived, neither family, nor an Auror like Tonks, or even a professor like Snape. She was simply a Muggle-born witch with a brilliant mind. And it is her brain, which they needed, not her as an individual, a person, a friend and an ally. Otherwise, She was dispensable, and should what Draco said happened to be true, then the bitter truth is, she’d been living a lie for seven years of her life.

She couldn’t cry, tears were deserting her lachrymal glands, she felt arid inside, like a desert, her soul parched, and no oasis was in sight. She knew Ron never moved on from the blow to his pride, when she broke up with him. He was nasty most of the time, and she usually ignored his fits. But to be so vengeful and malicious towards her, spewing his bitterness, while she took the pain, and torture, to save him and Harry, in Malfoy Manor!! Oh Harry How I miss you ! And Remus, sweet, caring and gentle Remus.

She needed to move, to get up and do something, or she will crazy! And right now, the first priority is to get out of bed. Wailing and crying will solve nothing. She needs to prepare herself for whatever was heading her way.

“Is there some clothes I could wear Malfoy?” she looked at him wearily.

Without moving from his place, near the “supposedly” window, he gestured towards the closet. “You will find everything you need in there Hermione. I will leave you to it, and return to you in 30 minutes. I was instructed by the Dark Lord to accompany you to meet him, following my explanations.”

“He wants to meet me? Or interrogate me Malfoy?”

Draco winced every time she used his surname; ‘by Salazar she’s a stubborn chit.’ He knew he’d have to work hard to regain her trust, especially after all of these shocking events. But she will come around to understand, and maybe appreciate what was in store, not all of it though. Of course, some things will horrify and sicken her. Nevertheless, she ought to know how lucky she is to be alive, intact, and undamaged, not to mention that the Dark Lord is very interested in her. He’d dare say fascinated by her intelligence. She’s a quick study, she will learn quickly, and make the best of it. And forget about that Order of lowlifes.

He’ll explain more before taking her to meet him, he just hope to all deities, the pig-headed girl would follow his instructions, or she would have to learn the hard way.

“I will be here in half an hour Hermione.”

He walked to the door, his steps sure and wide, no shuffling, or hesitance. There was an aura of command around him now that she never saw before.

Sighing inwardly, looking around the empty room, she felt isolated, more emotionally than physically. Draco’s presence was indeed a perceptive measure on Voldemort's part. After waking up, seeing a familiar “friend’s” face was a sure way to make her feel safe, explanations notwithstanding, easing her effortlessly through the complicated process of grasping her situation, without stressing her. Much!

Appointing Malfoy as her guide and escort, into the new “Regime”, will compel her to “cooperate” and accept a simple truth; her well-being, let alone her very existence are now depending on His “mercy”, albeit the well known fact he’s got none.

She stepped over to the closet, opening each door one after another, inspecting the contents. Who organized this huge Ali-Baba cave had to be an OCD freak.

Day wear such Dresses, pants, shirts, tops, and skirts were organized by type, and color, from the lighter shades to the darkest. All made of superior quality fabrics, refined and tailored like, if not surpassing the Muggle Haute Couture. Drawers were respectively assigned belts and accessories.

The Nightwear, or should she say Nightmare? Sets of frilly nightgowns and night robes all made of satin and lace, and other material, some almost see-through, others are transparent …

‘No pajamas, or simple nightshirt, nooo! Who the hell wears such things?? Well, on the up-side, there’s no Umbridge’ish girly pink, thank you very much!!’

The undergarments drawer was full. Bras, panties, brassieres, socks, and stockings; ‘Hosiery, girdles and garters!! This is ridiculous!! I’ve never worn such nuisance!! This is unbelievable!’

She looked at the shoes, all made from the finest Dragonhide galleons could buy, some with reasonable heels and some... ‘stilettos!! Who in their right mind would wear a 5” heels?!! A suicidal for sure!’ Sniggering, she continued her perusal through the ballet flats, boots, and slippers. She noticed at that instant that the slippers she had on her feet were made to fit with the black satin night robe she was still wearing.

“You have to be kidding me! This must have cost a fortune!!” She blurted out, standing in front of the closet’s open doors, totally flabbergasted, mouth gaping open like a fish sucking air.

‘All right, this is not mine, and not even Snake-Face himself would force me to wear such ridiculous attires. If he thinks he can buy my soul and my loyalty with this rubbish, he’ll have another thing coming, the presumptuous, contemptible, mean-spirited, arse!’

She opened the bras/panties’ drawer, fiddling through, in search of some comfortable and wearable undies, ’like hell if I am going to be garbed with whorish Lingerie.’

Finally finding a near decent set of white cotton bra and panties, she selected a beige jumper over black denims, black flats, and went to the adjoining bathroom.

Gingerly she pulled the towel covering her wet hair, to brush and dry the already curling honey brown strands, as much as possible, seeing she doesn’t have a wand, the towel will do. She pulled it up in a ponytail with an elastic hair band, which she found in the accessories drawer.

Looking at the mirror, observing her reflection, nothing new there. On second thought, she lost a bit of weight. Her body muscles were showing beautifully, even her stomach was flat and solid. ‘Yes, The Muscles Training spell, what was it already the Musculi- Exercitor, as per Malfoy, seemed to have worked wonders! Not only for me, if Malfoy’s Body Musculature is any indication. Show off arse like his own Lord’.

Aside from this nothing much changed. Her height, she snorted, ‘yeah as if a couple of inches would make much difference…pfffttt’. Her hair on the other hand lost its bushiness. ‘Seems the house-elves finally tamed the maddening frizz’! Her face lost the last vestiges of baby fat, now her high cheekbones are showing, similar to her mother’s. Her jawbone is more defined rather than round. Same coffee-brown eyes with lighter warm Cognac specks, framed by well shaped brows. Small button nose, and dark pink full lips. Nothing new, she knows her face, ‘ Hey ol’ girl, same old plain bookworm know-it-all.’ she smiled cynically at her reflection.

Putting her clothes on, her mind turned back to the problem she found herself in, and her imminent meeting with Voldemort.

‘All right, breathe deep, calm down and think, no need to panic.’

She needed time to regroup.There were so many events she needed to deal with, and deep down inside she knew, considering her present uncertain position, she only had Draco to rely on. Trustworthy or not, she owes him her sanity. Besides, it seems Snake-Face trust him enough to let him be her “guide” through this surreal labyrinth of events.

Another fact definitely not in Malfoy’s favor, to be in Voldemort’s good graces.

But he is her only option. She can trust no one but herself. Although, she is wise enough to know her dire need for moral support, an amicable presence, yet in hindsight, untrustworthy. Apparently she is a very lousy character judge, all who she knew and trusted back stabbed her, one way or another. Except for Harry and Remus, and maybe the Weasley Twins, as for the rest and starting with Dumbledore, she did not want to even go there.

She sat on the chair, pouring a glass of pumpkin juice, the rest of the meal was cleaned, and only the jugs of water and juice were left with a new clean glass for her use.

‘What would Voldemort want with her? A Mudblood? The war is over, Harry is dead'. At this thought her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, better not think about this right now, she needs her wits about her, for what was coming. She cannot afford to show any weakness.

‘Draco said…Malfoy…Malfoy… he’s not Draco anymore…' He said the cold-hearted, cold-blooded viper is now ruling the world, so he’s not meeting with her for information. Besides, considering the extents to which he went to save her life, and prevent brain damage, he’s not going to torture her, Is he? Not directly at least! She snorted at how silly she could be. ‘He’s Lord Voldemort for Merlin’s sake! He does not give a crap, he’s not considerate, or merciful. Wake up Granger!! seems there is a brain damage after all.’

‘Damn I hate this guessing game. I need to calm down and stop anticipating the worse.’

A knock on the door signaled to her that her dreaded meeting with “Vipermort” is about to become a reality. The door opened not into the room, but slid from left to right. Draco stepped in and looked at her from head to toe, with a nod to himself. A wave of his hand, and the door slid back to its initial position.

“You look presentable enough.” She scowled at him.

“Frankly Malfoy, I do not give a damn how I look, either for you or especially for Vipermort.”

“Vipermort?!” Draco was torn between laughing and chiding her. He decided to do either, allowing for the seriousness on his face to enlighten her.

“Listen Hermione, and listen carefully to what I am going to advise you to do, because there are rules and Etiquette to how you must conduct yourself when summoned by the Dark Lord” Salazar’s balls, could she keep her sassy mouth shut, and stop being a stubborn smartass while in His presence!

“I am not joking around Hermione! You need to follow my instructions to the letter, and for Merlin’s sake do not speak until given permission to do so, or asked a question.” He was observing her intensely; just to make sure the message was driven home.

“I will certainly do no such a thing. You might be afraid of him but not me” she huffed irritated.

“I’ve never pegged you as suicidal, Hermione! You may well be a Gryffindor but right now you are acting more like a GryffinDORK!”

He never screamed at her. Never lost his self-control. His expression always impassive, and in the worst troubled times in the past, when fear was a constant shadow, he was never frantic. To see him at this moment in time, more agitated than ever, unsettled her. She knew this is really serious, and highly likely detrimental for her, but she will not bow, she will not cave in and yield, come what may.

‘Oh she is scared, frightened out of her wits, but damn her to hell if she is going to show it.' She’s on her own, against all of them. A last ray of light, in this world of darkness. If it ends up killing her so be it. No, she is not suicidal, she is fighting for what is right, just and good. She will stand tall, head held high, her dignity and pride intact, and neither Malfoy nor Voldemort could strip her of those. 'For you Harry’.

“Better than a conniving back-stabbing Slytherin any day’ She yelled back.

He was seething, in two strides he reached her chair. He leaned with his hands on the armrests, pushed his face so close to hers their nose almost touched, and he articulated from between clinched teeth.

“I am not asking you to do as I say, I am telling you. You will go in there, stand, don’t make eye contact, don’t utter a word, keep your head bowed, until he addresses you. Should you need to answer questions, always address him by My Lord. You make sure to speak properly and respectfully Granger. No Gryffindork’s antics and asinine heroism. In a nutshell you do as you are told. OBEY. And unless you need to breathe, you’d better not even inhale.”

“Like Hell I am going to do that. I am not a conniving slimy Slytherin to crawl, like you in front of your Lord” She cried in outrage, and tried to stand up by pushing on his chest, to make him step away and out of her personal space. But to no avail, it was like pushing a wall.

“I do not have the time to trade insults with you. You will do as you are told, because when it comes down to it, and you have to choose between your life and your pride, you better choose your life, since if you don’t, you will be wishing for a time-turner to correct your choice.”

Standing up straight again, he took hold of her left arm and forced her to her feet.

“Let’s go”. Waving his wand, the door slid open again. Hermione felt Draco’s hand slide down from her arm to her hand, he wrapped his long fingers around hers. He walked her out into a wide well lit hallway.

Looking around, Hermione was happy to finally see the natural light of day, which was pouring in from the floor to ceiling windows, spaced at symmetrical intervals. She sneaked a glimpse outside to see beautiful and lush green tree-tops and what looked to be a specialized botanical garden. Most of the plants she recognized were used in potions, like Aconite, Dittany, Peppermint, Bursting Mushroom and other rarer and hard to grow species.

The Hallway flooring was a fusion of beautiful blue-gray intersected with white Carrara marble. The wall on her left was painted white with undertones of blue, decorated with cone like wall sconces with orbs on top, facing the widths between the windows.

The weirdest thing was that the hallway was not straight or extending in the same direction, it was curving and rounded, like an arc of a circle!! It was imperceptible at first, due to the long distance, but she did notice after a while the rounded architecture, out of the windows. Are they in a circular building??

The farther they went into the curvy corridor, the more doors started to appear now and then, but still the same fresh and bright feel was present during their progress ahead. It was really beautifully designed for such an unoccupied space, in minimalist style.

At the next turn, they came face to face with a big Mahogany Double Door, with inlaid decorative glass and wrought iron. The design extended to the round top transom. Draco squeezed her hand for a split second before releasing it. He knocked on the wooden edge once.

The double door slid open in the opposite directions, without making a sound.
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