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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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When Hermione woke she sat up in the bed and looked around the room. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood and stretched. Last night she had slept well, or as well as someone could in her position.
Hermione noticed a window near the door to the bathroom, and padded over to it. Placing her small hand upon it, she pushed, and it opened. Not nearly enough for her to escape through, of course, but enough to let the wind blow through. The smells and sounds of the outside world wafted in, and Hermione smiled sadly. She missed being outdoors so much.
She wondered if Ron and Harry were out there, searching for her. Had they alerted the Order and organized search parties? She smiled at the thought of being rescued, but then that smile faltered. What if they decided that the horcruxes were more important? What if they had already abandoned her?
Hermione didn't know what to think, so she just gazed out the window again. Colourful birds flew past, flying high into the sky. She figured wherever she was, the place must be very beautiful. The grounds looked lovely as well, from what she could see.
You would never guess that the world's most evil man lived here.
A knock sounded out. Slowly, Hermione turned away from the window and approached the door. Reaching out, her hand shakily grasped the handle before turning it. Timidly, she opened the door. Voldemort stood before her wearing his usual death-filled black robes. She shrunk away at the sight of him.
"Come with me," he said, waiting for her to leave her room. Hermione shyly followed him, wondering where on earth they were going.
Hermione put up her walls, certain he would once again attempt to break into her mind. She was internally pleased, knowing that her strength frustrated him. Sure enough, she could feel his mind poking around the edges moments later, searching for a break or weak point as they walked down the hall. He picked up his speed after a bit.
Hermione assumed he was frustrated that he couldn't get through her defences, but frowned as she had to quicken her pace to keep up with him. She didn't want to get lost in the manor. Just because Voldemort was being nice to her didn't mean everyone else would be.
Pausing outside of two oak doors, he turned to face her.
She bravely stood there, trying not to show her fear. However, her body betrayed her thoughts and she trembled slightly.
"I am not going to kill you, Hermione."
"I don't trust you, and why should I?" Hermione spat at him. "You're a horrible person."
"This is where you shall be spending most of your time while staying here," he said, opening the double doors to let Hermione in. This room had to be the largest library in the entire world, Hermione decided as she stepped inside. She had never seen so many books in all her life.
Voldemort watched her carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. Severus had mentioned that the girl valued knowledge above all else, so what better way to bend the girl to his will?
But Hermione was wary. She stood staring, unable to move. She was waiting for the catch. Nothing in this world was for free.
"There's no catch. You may have your choice of anything," Voldemort answered her.
Hermione gasped, firstly because she had stupidly let her guard down and he'd seen into her thoughts, but mostly because he was being so nice.
Confusion flooded through her.
Hermione stepped forward and glanced at the shelves. Voldemort stood by the fireplace and watched her with a curious look on his face.
"Oh!" she said in surprise.
"Is this not to your liking?" Voldemort asked, his voice tinged with worry.
"Of course it is," Hermione answered with a shake of her head. "It's great. But why do you have Muggle books in here?"
Voldemort laughed. "Just because I hate Muggles doesn't mean that I hate their literature," he told her. "I like to keep up with the sciences of their world, as well as all other types of literature."
Hermione's expression grew confused as she looked at the books again.
Voldemort sighed. "If I am to rule the world, I must possess knowledge of every kind."
Hermione didn't look at him; she didn't want to. She was so confused. She was sure this was all a plot of some kind, but she didn't care. It had been so long since she'd held a book in her hands she just wanted to read them all.
Possess knowledge of every kind, she repeated, his words echoing through her mind. She craved knowledge too, just for the right reasons. Which are? Hermione shook away the thought. He was already getting to her.
As she continued down the shelves, Hermione spotted her favourite book and snatched it immediately. Hogwarts A History came with her as she made her way to a chair and sat down. She opened it up to the first page. She would never grow tired of this book, no matter how many times she read it. She grew completely oblivious to the world around her.
Voldemort found himself gazing at her. She fascinated him; there was no way around it. He laughed when he saw the book she had chosen.
Such a loyal Hogwarts student, he thought.
Her eyes scanned page after page, absorbing every word. As much as he wished he could stay and watch her read, Voldemort know he had matters to attend to. He needed to work out the final details of the Azkaban breakout.
"I must leave, but you are to stay here," he told her. "If you need anything, ring Duffy. She will help you. I'll be back to collect you at sundown."
Hermione looked up, startled, as if she had already forgotten he was there. She muttered, "Okay," before returning to the book.
What a studious girl. He closed the doors behind him and enchanted them. He didn't want Hermione to leave, or anyone else to go in for that matter. The trouble with Dolohov last night bothered him, though he could not say why. He went down to the meeting hall where his followers waited for him.

Hermione glanced up. She was on her third book. After she had finished Hogwarts, a History, she had picked up a transfiguration book for seventh years.
I wonder why he has all of these books. Perhaps he picked them up from his years at Hogwarts.
This led Hermione to think about what she had seen when she had entered his mind. She wanted to know more, but she was too frightened to bring it up or even think about it. She turned to the book she had in her hands now. It was a book about Animagi. She thought the whole process was interesting and decided when she had time she would learn.
Her stomach growled. As much as she hated house elf slavery, she was quite hungry. She called out to Duffy and with a snap, she appeared.
"Mistress Hermione, what can I get for you?"
"Um, hello, I think a nice sandwich and maybe a cup of tea, if it isn't too much trouble."
"None at all, I'll be right back!" A few moments later, Duffy reappeared with a sandwich, tea, and an apple. "Here you are Miss, anything else?"
"Duffy, you are rather cheerful, don't you hate working here?" Hermione hated to think what Voldemort and the Malfoys did to their poor house elves.
"No, Miss, the Masters are quite nice," she insisted. "I can have all the food I want, and my own sleeping area. No, they are quite nice. Duffy is very lucky to have such nice Masters." And with that, she disappeared, leaving a very confused Hermione. There was no way they treated their house elves so nicely.
After eating, Hermione returned to her book. She noticed the sun was setting, and realized Voldemort would be back soon to take her away. She hoped that he would let her return.
She walked over to the window and gazed out at the beautiful sky. The colours of the sunset all blended so nicely, and for a moment, Hermione forgot that she was actually a prisoner here. She heard footsteps behind her, and turned. Voldemort was standing there in the doorway.
Without a word, she followed Voldemort back to her room. He remained silent.
Hermione wasn't sure if she should say anything, so she muttered a "thank you" under her breath before entering her room. He was being nice, so it was only right that she be polite in return.
She didn't want to return to the dungeon, and be killed. She wanted to stay alive, and if Voldemort meant what he said, then maybe she would be all right. But she seriously doubted that. She fell asleep the moment she touched the mattress.
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