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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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So sorry, I meant to update yesterday, but I was sick and quite high on pain-killers that I completely forgot! But here you are; a long and nice chapter from me! Beware of some silly smut!

Some review answers!

DracoLover69; Haha yes, I don’t know why Voldemort is complaining. It was one hell of an orgasm. At least that is what I’ve decided! And nope, another chapter isn’t too much to ask, here you go!

Friendlycarrot139; Yes, my beta and I had a long discussion about whether or not Voldemort could giggle. Since it’s my story I decided that Voldemort can, indeed, giggle. On dictionary.com giggle is described “to laugh in a silly, often high-pitched way, esp. with short, repeated gasps and titters, as from juvenile or ill-concealed amusement or nervous embarrassment.” In the chapter, Voldemort is both quite juvenile and you can say that it’s an ill-concealed amusement at Hermione’s embarrassment. I also like the image of Voldemort giggling like an evil little school-girl. But I’m glad you like the story and the way I write Voldemort. I hope I’ll be able to amuse you (perhaps even make you giggle) with this chapter!

Heidi191976; I’m glad you like it! Hope you’ll like this chapter as well!

TenaciousGirl; I’m glad you liked it! And this time it was my fault the chapter took so long to post… I’ve been sick. But I know my betas are working as fast as they can!

Chapter 3 – A cosy enemy

Hermione was very surprised by Voldemort’s quick departure. She had been both angry and aroused by his actions, but it was quite a spectacular orgasm. Why had he left? Lying down in bed, she mused over it. He had been scared and she didn’t think he meant for it to happen. Was it something to do with their bond? When he and Bellatrix had sex, she felt it. Perhaps he now felt how much pleasure she felt? Not that she liked it. Only her body liked it, and her body was just stupid.

After an hour of musing and not getting anywhere, she felt her stomach rumble. She also needed a shower, since she was sticky between her legs. When she stepped out from her five minute shower, she wondered why she didn’t feel dirty. After she had sex with Ron she ran to the bathroom to scrub herself clean and then cried for an hour. Ron had fallen asleep. Now, if she wasn’t mistaken, Voldemort had been the one to run and cry in the bathroom. Or, maybe not cry, but he hadn’t taken it very well. How come she had? She felt so… calm.

Taking a banana from the kitchen she went out on the backyard. When she saw him, she realised she had known he was there all the time. He was sitting on a bench with his eyes closed and a cigarette between his fingers. She frowned at that.

“Don’t you know those things will kill you?” she asked.

Voldemort opened his eyes slowly. “Wizards don’t get cancer, Hermione. It’s a Muggle disease.”

“Perhaps not, but why risk it? You are after all half blood,” she remarked dryly and opened her banana to take a bite.

Voldemort chose to ignore her comment on his blood. “Don’t speak ill about cigarettes. You can’t imagine how much money I’ve made selling these.”

“You have sold cigarettes?” Her eyes were wide.

“Of course! They kill Muggles like flies and they are still stupid enough to smoke them. I sleep well at night knowing that I’ve made it easier for millions of Muggles to meet an early death.” He moved the cigarette to his mouth with a victorious smile.

Hermione didn’t know if there was any use being angry. She had always thought tobacco was one of the most illogical things Muggles’ used. Nuclear weapon was another. “Don’t tell me you invested in nuclear weapons as well.”

Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. “Of course not! They kill wizards, and everything else living as well. Why would I want that? As a matter of fact, it is things like that which makes me wonder why we even allow them to exist at all! The world would be a far better place without them.”

“You do realise that neither of us would have existed if it weren’t for Muggles?” she asked wryly and finished her banana.

He crushed his cigarette against the bench and said nothing.

“Why did you run?” she asked after a while.

He looked up at her with a frown. “Run?”

“You know, up in my bed after… you know.” She nibbled her lower lip.

He merely arched an eyebrow.

She made a grimace. “After you played with my pussy.”

With a smile, he stood up. “I didn’t run, I just thought my work was done.” He passed her and walked back into the kitchen.

“Oh, come on.” She followed him inside. “Something scared you! I could both see it and sense it.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he said calmly and started to make a sandwich for himself.

Hermione leaned against the workbench and looked closely at him. “You didn’t know that would happen, did you? You said you would take care of that erection later but I know you had an orgasm at the same time I had one.”

He gave her an irritated glance as he chopped up a cucumber. “It was much more fun talking to you last night when you were still scared of me.”

“I wasn’t…” she started to object, but then thought better of it. “Well, maybe a little, but that was mostly because I knew you would take advantage over me because of Dumbledore’s promise.”

He moved so he was standing directly in front of her and placed his hands over her arms. “I still will.”

She looked directly into his eyes. “I know, but I saw you scared this morning. You don’t understand this bond better than I do and you are more scared about me seeing into your mind than I… ah!” She hadn’t realised he was still holding the knife. Now there was a fine deep cut in her upper right arm and it stung like hell.

“You better rethink that,” he hissed and let go of her. He took his sandwich from the workbench and went to eat it at the kitchen table, not even giving her a second glance.

Hermione pressed her left hand over the wound and realised she was bleeding quite a bit. Determined not to let him see her cry, she pressed her lips together and walked directly to the bathroom. A few tears escape once she had closed the door, but she ignored it. Instead she used her wand to heal the cut and then washed away the blood from her arm and hand. Once done, she sank down on toilet and pressed her hands against her forehead. She had been foolish to forget that this was a man who didn’t have any regrets about killing people, much less hurting them. It wasn’t right, but she should know better. She had been stupid to anger him while he had a weapon in his hand.

Calming herself down and making sure the Occlumency shield was up, she left the bathroom. She needed some proper breakfast and she wanted to show Voldemort she wasn’t scared. When she entered the kitchen again he had spread out a newspaper over the table which he read with interest.

“Still not scared, I take it?” he asked without looking at her.

“No,” she answered shortly and went to make herself some breakfast. It seemed like in the short period of time she had been gone; Milly had cleaned the workbench and the floor from her blood.

“Do you want me to beat you?” he asked with the same tone as if he had just asked if she wanted tea.

“Can’t say that I do,” she replied in the same light tone.

He finally looked up at her. “I should beat some sense into you.”

She looked him straight into the eyes. “And I should beat some sense into you.”

“You can try.”

“I have already beaten you,” she remarked smugly.

He pressed his lips together and stared hatefully at her. She stared back.

“It won’t happen again,” he said after a long silence. “As soon as I’m properly healed, you and I may have to have a magicless fight.”

Hermione was well aware of how stupid such a fight was, but she couldn’t back down now. “Fine, let me know when you are up for it. Now if you excuse me, I’ll take my breakfast in the library.”

When she came to the library she sank down in her favourite armchair. It was not even noon and she was already tired and tense because of Voldemort. How on earth was she going to survive guarding him until Dumbledore had no further use for him?

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The day went by slowly. Voldemort joined Granger in the library after a while and they sat reading in silence until lunch. Then Granger disappeared to the basement and told him to stay away. Voldemort very much wanted to find out what she was doing, but she warded the door from him. Instead he walked around in the house too snoop. There wasn’t much to find, just old useless things the Blacks had owned. It seemed like the Order had cleared the House from anything dangerous.

Evening came and he found Granger in the kitchen again with a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other. He poured up a cup for himself and sat down at the opposite side of her. Before he had time to say anything, the sound of someone Apparating was heard from the hall. The next moment Dumbledore walked into the room.

“Good evening,” he said. “Mind if I join you?”

Voldemort minded and from the look on Granger’s face, she minded too but neither of them said anything and Dumbledore sat down next to her.

“Lucius Malfoy will most likely be taken into custody tomorrow,” the Headmaster said in a serious tone. “Your information proved most effective.”

“Of course it did, we had an agreement,” Voldemort said.

Dumbledore glanced at Granger who huffed. “That we did. However, I have come to ask you to reconsider your…price. It’s clear that Miss Granger isn’t happy about the arrangement and almost every Order member has complained about the price being too high.”

Voldemort looked at the girl who didn’t seem too happy about that either. He could understand, it was obvious that Dumbledore didn’t think her freedom was a big price and was only here because the rest of the Order had complaints. Potter had probably complained the most and Merlin forbids that boy didn’t get something he wanted. Voldemort snorted mentally.

“I don’t know about that,” he said after a moment of thought. “Miss Granger seemed perfectly happy this morning. Didn’t you?”

Her lips thinned. “Are you referring to when you forced yourself on me in bed or when you stabbed me at breakfast?”

“It couldn’t have been too bad, you did have quite an orgasm,” he said smirking.

She crossed her arms and gave him an angry glare.

Dumbledore didn’t seem so happy either. “As I was saying…”

Voldemort interrupted him. “I thought my price was reasonable. I get the girl and you get information which will put an end to all Death Eater activity. Surely that goes in line with your ‘for the Greater Good’ agenda.”

Dumbledore sighed. “Could you leave us alone for a moment, Tom?”

Voldemort crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow.

“Excuse me, Voldemort but could you give us a moment alone?” Dumbledore corrected himself.

“Very well,” he said and left the room, although he didn’t go far. When he had been snooping, he found that there were vents which lead from the kitchen out in the hallway. If he was lucky, Dumbledore wouldn’t bother to use a silencing spell over the room.

He was lucky.

“… leave me alone with him,” he heard Granger say bitterly.

“I know it isn’t an ideal solution Hermione, but we have been at a terrible loss this last couple of years,” Dumbledore explained, he sounded very tired. “Voldemort being here without the support of his Death Eaters is a major step forward for us. I am very sorry for what he is putting you through, but if he continues to be this helpful, all Death Eaters may be taken out in a matter of months.”

“Months?” Her voice was very high. “Do you expect me to be alone and under his power for months? Professor, we will kill each other! Most likely, he will kill me!”

“I don’t think it will come to that, he seems awfully fond of you.” Was Dumbledore judging her? Oh, this was good. Voldemort would have her over to his side in no time.

“Then his fondness will kill me in no time,” she growled. “I don’t know why he is acting like that.”

Dumbledore sighed. “Perhaps it is the bond. You must realise that it’s a weakness for him to have you knowing what he feels. Having you close and alone makes it difficult for you to reveal anything to us.”

“I guess,” she mumbled.

“Have you noticed anything peculiar with him?” Dumbledore asked curiously.

Voldemort froze for a moment. What if Granger told him about this morning? That wouldn’t be good.

“Uhm… he smokes,” she said after a moment of hesitation.

“Cigarettes? But that is a Muggle thing!” Dumbledore seemed very surprised.

“That’s what I said. Apparently he has invested a lot of money so that more Muggles can die a slow death from it.” Voldemort snorted at her cynical tone.

“Ah, I guess that makes sense.” Dumbledore sighed. “Nothing else?”

“Not that I can think of.” Voldemort could sense that she knew she was lying. That made him very hopeful for their future together.

“I see,” Dumbledore said in a neutral tone. “I should be going, then. Is there anything you need? Something to keep you occupied or… certain potions?”

“We could use some more healing potions,” Granger began before she interrupted herself. “But those aren’t the potions you are referring too. You don’t have to worry Professor. I’ve taken contraceptive potions since I was at Hogwarts.”

Dumbledore coughed. “Well in that case I’ll only send over a stack with different healing potions.”

Voldemort could hear them both rise. “Good night, Hermione.”

“Good night, Professor.”

Voldemort waited a couple of minutes and then went back to the kitchen. Granger seemed to be sulking. She was sitting at the table with something that looked like chocolate ice-cream in front of her.

“I take it things didn’t go well with the Headmaster?” he asked and sat down next to her.

“I know you were eavesdropping, so you don’t have to pretend you want information out of me,” she said bitterly, her brown eyes darker than usual.

“Excellent, then you can just tell me what Dumbledore’s face looked like when you told him you have been taking contraceptives while still at Hogwarts,” Voldemort said happily.

“He seemed a bit taken aback. I don’t know why, he must know that the students have sex,” she said and put a big spoon of ice-cream into her mouth. “I mean, besides Harry, I was the last in my year to have sex.”

“Really? I thought boy-wonder must have all the girls he wanted,” Voldemort said, intrigued.

“Oh, they did throw themselves at him, but he didn’t care about them.” She played with the spoon in the ice-cream.

“Because of Miss Weasley?” She had some ice-cream at the corner of her mouth, he wiped it away with his thumb and licked it off his finger.

She seemed a bit uncomfortable. “I guess. If you want some chocolate, just take a spoon of your own.”

“Or we could save the poor House-Elf some dishes and share a spoon.” He knew about her fight for House-Elf’s rights and as he suspected she handed him the spoon.

“You don’t really believe that,” she mumbled.

“No, I don’t. House-Elves seem to be quite happy were they are and wizards are happy having them there. I don’t see why you feel bad about it,” Voldemort remarked and licked the spoon. Chocolate was good, however it missed something. “Do you have any vodka?”

Granger arched her eyebrow. “Vodka?”

“It’s good with ice-cream,” he said cheerfully and handed her back the spoon before he rose to search the lockers. After a moment, he had found a bottle of something similar to Vodka which would probably do. He poured it into two small glasses.

She sniffed it. “Are you trying to get me drunk so I’ll have sex with you?”

Voldemort laughed. “No, that would give a very poor presentation of my capacity in bed. When we have sex, I’ll be completely sober.”

“Good to know,” she said. “Cheers.”

He smiled and they swallowed the content of their glasses.

“Give me some ice-cream,” he asked. She fed him and then herself.

“Oh, that is an interesting taste,” she said and smacked her lips.

“I know.” He poured them both a second glass.

After about two hours and four glasses later, they had managed to move into the living-room and were playing cards. Voldemort wasn’t drunk, but he knew that he shouldn’t drink anymore. Granger however, seemed to be very drunk and giggling a lot.

“You loose again,” he said with a smirk and showed her his cards.

Granger groaned and then started to giggle. “I suck at card. Can’t we play something else?”

Voldemort put the cards away. “What did you have in mind?”

“Truth or dare.”

Voldemort eyed her carefully. Her face was flushed from the alcohol, her lips were redder than usual and her eyes were twinkling. He had had an erection for the latest hour.

“Fine, it’s not like we have anything better to do,” Voldemort said with a sigh. “Do you want to ask first?”

“Okay, truth or dare?” Granger was leaning forward with her elbows on her knees.

“Truth,” he said.

“Will you tell the truth?” she asked, her lips pouting in the most delicious way.

“I will try,” he said with a smile.

“Good. How was your first girlfriend?” she asked with her head tilted.

“I have never had a girlfriend.”

“Really?”

“Yes, although some woman may claim that I was their boyfriend when I was younger. I didn’t care much as long as they were good in bed,” he said arrogantly.

“You have never wanted a woman for more than sex?” Granger asked in disbelief.

“I believe it’s my turn,” Voldemort leaned his head against the back of the armchair. “Truth or dare?”

She nibbled her lower lip thoughtfully. “Truth.”

“Do you find me attractive?”

“Yes,” she said, her blushing increasing. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he said very satisfied with her answer.

“Have you ever wanted a woman for more than sex and if yes, who and why?” It was amazing how nosy she could be even if she was drunk.

“Yes, I have wanted a lot of women for more than sex. Bella was not only good in bed but was also a very good assassin.” He knew the answer would bother her since she had felt him have sex with Bella.

“Who else?” She sounded a bit annoyed.

“Well, there was this girl in Slytherin, Sarah. Had all the great connections that I wanted and was also very good in bed,” he recalled with a smirk. “Then I have also exchanged sex many times for money, food and a place to stay.”

“Why not just kill them?” Granger asked confused.

“I didn’t want to drive attention to myself back then. Besides sex can always be pleasurable and then you don’t have to go and look for what you want, they will give it to you.”

“Pig.”

Voldemort snorted. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“If you had to sleep with one of the Death Eaters, who would you chose?” He hoped her answer would give him a sense of what she wanted from a man. If she chose Malfoy, he guessed she was romantic (even if Lucius was far from it) and so on.

Granger made a grimace. “Not any of them. I want someone with backbone and brains and if they have followed you, they probably don’t have either.”

Voldemort chuckled. “Touché.”

“Truth or dare?”

“Lets try a dare,” he said, interested to know what she would come up with.

“Give me and oath that you’ll never hurt or kill any of my friends,” she said in a suddenly very sober tone.

Voldemort was surprised. He didn’t think she would be so sober. Then he realised that she had been playing him. Cleaver. Although, this was just a game. He didn’t have to promise her anything, he could just leave the room and that would be the end of it. Why wasn’t he leaving? Because then she would think that he planned to hurt her friends and that would destroy what little trust she had in him and it would be so hard to build it back. In the end, he wanted her as an ally more than he wanted to hurt her friends. After all, they were helping him right now.

“I can give you an oath not to kill or physically hurt your friends for any reason except self-defence,” he finally said.

“That’s okay.” He could see how relieved she was when she got her wand and sealed his oath.

They sat there in silence for a while.

“I believe it’s my turn,” he said. “Truth of dare?”

She looked up at him with surprise. Apparently she had forgotten about the game. “Oh, dare, I think.”

He smiled. “Take off your clothes.”

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For a moment Hermione was sure she had misheard, but then he leaned back in the chair with his hands behind his head and she knew he was serious. Since she wasn’t as drunk as she had pretended when she made him play truth and dare with her, she was still reasonable enough to see that this could get dangerous. However, she drank enough not to be shy. Alas, she decided that she could let him see some flesh, if only to see his reaction.

She had been dressed in blue jeans, brown t-shirt and a green cardigan. Now she slowly removed first her cardigan then her t-shirt. Voldemort’s eyes fell to her blue bra and then down over her flat stomach. Hermione had always loved her stomach. She didn’t have a very marked waist, but her stomach was flat and smooth and her breast big enough for a European B-cup. Voldemort seemed to appreciate what he saw and it encouraged her to remove her jeans and socks as well, only leaving her white hipsters on. Her hips weren’t big and her legs long and slender, they were still a little tanned since the summer and besides a couple of bruises she wasn’t sure when she had got, they were spotless as well.

“Very nice,” Voldemort mumbled. “Now come here so you don’t get cold.”

Hermione snorted, but if she had to be honest, alcohol always made her want to get cosy with someone and Voldemort’s lap looked very inviting. Besides, he had said they wouldn’t have sex tonight.

When she came close, he pulled her down on his lap. She couldn’t stop a shiver to escape when he moved his hands over her naked flesh. After a moment of getting comfortable, he placed his right arm around her so his hand was under her right breast and let his left hand draw small circles over the outside of her thigh.

“I believe it’s your turn,” he whispered.

“Right,” the tension between them was so great that she couldn’t stand looking him into the eyes. Instead, she leaned her head against his shoulder. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he said, a smile in his voice.

“Why do you want to have sex with me?” she asked after a moment of hesitation.

“You mean beside from the fact that you are very beautiful and clever?”

“Yes.”

He sighed. “I never feel anything when I have sex, but with you and the bond… I think I’ll be able to feel something. I think it will be very special.”

She was silent for a while and then she pinched his arm. “Do you really think I’m that stupid?”

“Ouch, fine, I only said that because I thought it was what you wanted to hear, don’t pinch me!” He gave her a soft smack on her thigh.

“Tell me the truth,” she asked with a smile.

“Fine, besides the fact that you are very beautiful, I want to have you on my side in case Dumbledore decides to dispose me. I know my chances to survive are very slim once all Death Eaters are gone but with you on my side, I at least stand a chance.”

Hermione wasn’t sure if she should be angry or not. After a couple of minutes, her reasonable side told her that if she were Voldemort, she would probably do the exact same thing. Everyone had a survival instinct and truth be told, she was the only one who would even consider helping him.

“If you want me to help you, you have a great deal of sucking up to do,” she huffed.

“I’m planning to. But let’s not forget that you still have to keep me happy on behalf of the Order,” he purred and his left hand wandered over her hip and then down again.

Hermione let out pleasant groan.

“Truth or dare?” he asked in a low voice.

“Dare.”

“Kiss me.”

That she didn’t mind at all. She tilted her head upwards and he captured her lips. It was slow and gentle at first, she licked his lower lip before she began to suck it. He tasted of ice-cream and the alcohol they had both consumed. She moved to get better access and before she knew it, she was straddling him and their kiss became more passionate. He moved his hands over her back and managed to unhook the bra. She wriggled out of it and threw it on the floor. His hands found her breasts and he started to massage them as she bit his lip. The ache in her lower regions increased and she started to rock her hips back and forth in his lap. Voldemort let out a groan and one of his hands went from her breast to her arse so he could press her down against his rock hard

member. Hermione didn’t mind rubbing herself against it. Sparks came from the back of her mind and now it was his turn to bit down in her lips. His second hand came down to her arse and he massaged both of her cheeks hard.

Hermione let out a muffled cry when her orgasm suddenly came. It wasn’t a very big one, but it left her feeling all warm and sleepy. Voldemort let go of her mouth and when she opened her eyes she saw him looking more happy and at peace than she had ever seen anyone before. It hit her how perfect he looked.

“Wow,” she yawned.

He opened his eyes slowly and smirked. “I’m good, aren’t I?”

Hermione smiled and fell asleep before she managed to answer him.
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