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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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The next morning he woke crumpled in the doorway to his bathroom. His arms and legs protesting from the odd position to sleep in. It took him a moment to remember why he was on the floor at all but when he did he shot up onto his knees and looked down at his stomach.

He pulled the shirt aside and found his stomach unmarred. There wasn’t even a scar as proof of what had happened. Being run through was one of the least pleasant experiences of his life, but he couldn’t help but smile at the fact he had lived through it. Not only had he lived, but also it was as if it never happened at all.

As he fixed his clothes he noted that his shirt didn’t fare nearly as well and now had a large hole in it from where the blade had pushed through. The little brat would pay for trying to kill him and ruining a perfectly nice shirt.

When he thought of her, he look around to see where she’d gone after killing him. The sword sat propped by his bed and the girl seemed to be sleeping in it. It was good at least to know she was able to use the blade herself even if she said she and it were the same.

Tom got to his feet and moved ever so quietly across the room. The pain in his body from sleeping on the floor came back to him quickly, but he simply ignored it. He moved to pick up the blade as he wondered what would happen if he ran her through, but when his hand touched the metal of the handle an electric shock struck his skin. He covered his own mouth to stop the cry of surprise and pain.

He looked down to examine his hand after he was sure he hadn’t woken the girl. Why would she need sleep anyway? He shook off the thought and found that his left hand was not numb and useless. He had been warned that he would need to find a way to wield it; it was silly to think he could just pick it up.

With a quick look around, he found a potholder from his kitchen and used that to grasp what he found to be a very unbalanced blade. He wondered if this was another defense against those it found unworthy.

It would be dangerous to assume she couldn’t just find the blade if he hid it, so he decided to just make it so she couldn’t pick it up either. As he was making a clear spot on his desk he noted that some of his books had been moved around. He glanced back at the girl and wondered if she’d actually sat reading in his room after she thought she’d killed him. What an interesting little creature.

When he had a place cleared Tom set the sword down with a great amount of trouble to get it over to the desk then cast a few protection curses that would keep her from using it on him again. He may be able to live through the attack, but it wasn’t something he’d enjoyed.

With that settled he moved back to the girl, still fast asleep in his bed. It was interesting how very innocent the creature looked in sleep. Maybe it too was part of the blade’s tricks to disarm those who would try to use it. He knew he needed to find out more about what he was dealing with before he took any action.

With a wave of his wand Tom coiled rope around her arms and legs, tying her firmly to his bed before going to change his shirt.

He heard when the girl woke a few moments later as she struggled against his spell. The gasp that sounded from her told him she’d really thought he was dead.

“I’m going out to get a few books.” He told her as he pulled on the new shirt. “You should think about how angry it makes someone when you try to kill them.” He added as if he was some kind of professor teaching her a lesson.

“You need more books?” She asked. It hadn’t been a question he’d expected at all.

“Well I do need to figure out exactly what this is and what I need to do to take control of it.” He said as if they were having a pleasant conversation. “Unless you wish to tell me?” He asked walking over to the bed and looking down at her.

“Someone like you will never be able to wield Caliburnus.” She said narrowing her eyes.

He blinked at her a few times and shook his head. “No.” He said and looked back at the blade on his desk then back to her. “Caliburnus? That isn’t…” He started as a wide smile spread across his lips. “You said my shower wasn’t a lake.”

“What?” She asked, as it was obviously her turn to be confused.

“Well aren’t you a whole new kind of sexy.” Tom said drinking her in. “Hermione?”

“Don’t look at me that way.” She said blushing and trying to pull free of his ropes again.

“I should double check. It would be very like you to point me in the wrong direction.” He said brushing his fingers along her cheek as he thought of the legendary sword.

“Don’t touch me.” She snapped and looked as if she was going to bite him.

“We’re going to have a long talk when I get home little Nimue.” He told her making her blush as he used one of the many names she’d used before. “Think about this. I own the blade, if you are the blade, then I own you.”

With that thought for her to mill over he left his flat and headed to the bookstore to find anything he could on ancient weapons and the time of Merlin.

Caliburnus was obviously the Latin name for Excalibur. It was one of its most ancient names and it fit his knowing of Nimue, otherwise known as the Lady of the Lake, to use that name before any other.

The books he found at the store only confirmed what he already knew of the legend and so he only found one worth bringing back to his flat for further study.

He opened the door carefully this time, just in case she’d gotten loose and was going to try to stab him with something else. It wouldn’t do for one of his neighbors to find him mostly dead and his door wide open. But when he glanced at the bed he found her fast asleep, still tied securely as he’d left her.

He slammed the door to wake her, wondering how a creature could sleep so much, then walked over to his desk to start a detailed comparison of the sword to the book.

“What did you get?” She asked sounding interested despite her situation.

Tom looked over at her curiously tilting his head. “A book, where did you think I’d do my research?” He asked shaking his head after a moment to go back to his work. He wasn’t ready to question her just yet.

“You already have so many, you couldn’t find what you needed in them?” She said as if it was simply too extravagant to own a collection of books.

“No, and there is no such thing as too many books. Knowledge is power.” He said without even really thinking about it.

“But you have so much.” She pressed making him turn his attention towards her. It seemed she wouldn’t stop talking to him while he was trying to work if he didn’t do something about it.

“I’m not ready for our talk just now. I have to make sure of a few things and take some notes first. You have two options at this moment. First you can hold your tongue yourself and I’ll go back to work without punishing you, or I can gag and punish you then go back to work.” He told her without emotion.

“No one has ever dared to treat me like this.” She snapped trying to sit up and glare at him. “You should at least be nice enough to talk to me if you’re going to keep me tied up.”

He sighed and got to his feet. He went to the kitchen without a word and found an old dishcloth. He tied a large knot in the center of it and headed back to the girl. With a quick bit of magic he was able to tie it around her head with the knot lodged between her teeth and grinned down at the scowling girl.

“I have to admit you’re rather sexy like that.” He told her making her turn her head and blush at his words.

Seeing how much his words bothered her he thought to do something sexual to her for punishment, but something in the way she lay told him he should save that. So instead, he simply tightened the ropes around her wrists and ankles so they would rub and mark if she moved. It was up to her how bad the punishment was going to be.

“Now be a good girl while I work and maybe I’ll let you sit up when I’m done.” He told her mockingly, which made her struggle then gasp in pain. He wondered if she didn’t like it just a little, by the way her body started to test each movement.

It took him a minute to pull his eyes away from the show. He worked the rest of the morning taking notes and making comparisons between what the book described and the actual blade itself. Every so often he’d hear a gasp or groan as the girl constantly tested her bonds.

By teatime he was sure he had the sword right and was working on a plan to bend it to his will. From what the book said and what he observed of the blade and the girl, he felt his best option was to bend her to his will and the blade would follow.

When hunger started to get in the way of his studies he got to his feet and headed for the side of the room that was his kitchen. “Do blades eat?” He asked getting a muffled grunt for an answer.

With a smile he made two sandwiches. He then cut one of them up into small bite sized pieces and headed for the bed. He rested the plate of food on her stomach as he sat down next to her.

“I think it’s time we talked.” He said untying his makeshift gag.

“Someone like you is never going to really own Caliburnus, so you don’t own me.” She spit before he even asked her any questions.
“I could do anything I wanted to this body of yours or the blade itself. I think I do own you.” He told her firmly as he ran soft fingers down her neck. “And in the end it’s your choice how you’re treated in this ownership.”
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