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Moon Guard	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 16218 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- Sorry this took so long to post. I was out of the country at Collage of Wizardy 5 last weekend and when I got home I was so sick I just wasn't up to it. A great thanks to my beta Eclectic Pet and her awesome work for getting this story out at all.

Anon- Hope you like the chapter, this is the second to last one for this story.

ThatSexyShadow- Thanks! Though I'm not sure which idea I got form game of thrones?

StarrCrystal- Here is another chapter! I hope you enjoy... sorry it's late.

They landed in a large cold chamber. Hermione could hear a slow drizzle of water far off in the darkness. She had seen this place before, months ago when Ron and she had killed the cup with the Basilisk tooth. It had been cleaned up since that time, but it still felt like a place where evil dwells.

“Return to your Master, I’ll be taking Pride from here.” The cold pitched voice said from behind them.
Hermione turned slowly to find Voldemort sitting on a black throne like he was already emperor of the world. Maybe he was for all she knew, but why keep her around then? She realized then that she only felt cold at the moment, she was neither angry nor fearful for now.
“You’re fighting the curse with logic.” He said in a fascinated way. “Very impressive, but you’ve done nothing but impress me since your capture Pride.”
“My name is Hermione.” She answered working to just inform him of the truth.
“You’re name is Pride.” He said in the same detached tone. “You belong to me now, and one can rename their pets whatever they wish.”
“I’ll never answer to Pride.” She told him as she looked up into his blood red eyes.
“After everything you’ve done, everything I’ve made you do and you still have spirit. I find that it’s oddly my favorite thing about you Pride.”
“What now?” She asked taking a step towards him, thinking about all the ways out of the Chamber of Secrets.
“I don’t think we have been going about this the right way. Something is going to have to change if you are going to find your proper place in the world.” He said watching her as keenly as she watched him.
“What now?” She asked again wondering if she could get close enough to him to kill him with her bare hands. Could she overpower him without the moon to lend her strength?
He moved his wand in a silent spell and she could feel her hair being gathered up and moved behind her. “A little thin for the moment, but you’re just as beautiful in this form.” He said more to himself than to her.
The embarrassment that shot through her at his words was almost painful. She turned beat red falling into a curled position so she could hide her body from him.
“You were ready for anger, maybe fear, but I see embarrassment caught you off guard.” Voldemort commented before she heard him get up from his seat to move towards her “It’s an amazing curse really, because I’m not controlling your mind, this is all coming from you.” He told her as he started to circle. “Maybe I should start describing all of the things I’m sure Brute wanted to do to you. I’m curious though, you two were obviously together before this, did you give yourself to him while hiding with the Potter boy? Maybe to both of them?” He asked smiling down at her as she growled.
A moment later she lunged at him and he even let her topple him to the ground before he froze her in place on top of him. “They had to keep you around for some reason; it certainly wasn’t your brains.” He said playing with her hair as if he’d chosen this exact position for the two of them.
Hermione struggled against the spell that held her in place, but the small movements she could manage only rubbed her body against his.
“You’re letting your animal instincts get the better of you mudblood.” He said as he pushed a mass of hair back from her neck. “But you know what another of those instincts is?” He asked as he got what was obviously supposed to be a devilish smirk on his lipless face.
“Let me go.” She growled out from between frozen jaws.
“Desire for freedom isn’t as common as one would think. People like to be controlled; they like to be told what to do and how to live. No no, that isn’t what I can turn this fury into.” He said as if her answer had actually been meant for his question.
“You make me sick.” She growled again as she tried to ignore the way he was now stroking her neck.
“Do I? Only because you think I should.” He told her matter of factly as fingers trailed down her neck, to shoulder and then side.
Hermione froze as his touch made her skin crawl. “Don’t touch me.” She ordered and stilled her struggles completely.
“You don’t want to give me orders Pride. You want me to give them to you. If you were as much of an alpha as you pretend to be you wouldn’t be nearly so accommodating.”
She realized as if from a bolt of lightning that he was trying to keep her angry. All his words were aimed to keep her in the hyper fury that made it hard to think and puzzle a way out of her position. At first, the realization just made her more angry if it was possible, but then she tried for other emotions.
“Look at that, you’re still working on the problem.” He cooed as if she was his prized pupil, his hand going to the side of her face to push the ever invading hair from his view. “Do you think you can let yourself go cold when we’re so very close? When you could just snap my neck if only you were powerful enough to break my curses. I’ll help you. No one is that powerful.”
“Harry could have!” She said trying to lash out at him.
“Maybe, but he’s dead. You killed him for me pet, remember?” He asked as if it was something that could have actually slipped her mind.
The anger turned to despair when she thought of what she’d done to her best friends. Her throat tightened as all she wanted to do was sob, but she would never give the dark wizard the satisfaction.
He shifted her off him now and got to his feet before he released the spell that had her frozen in place. She curled into a ball as she worked not to make a sound. Her back shook with tears she would not let fall.
“That hit something new.” Voldemort said with a sneer in his tone. He crouched next to her and she could feel the tip of his wand run slowly and purposefully down her spine.
An involuntary shudder went down her back at the feel of the wand and she wondered if he’d cast another spell on her. When she felt a hand follow the same path of the wand, she rolled away and glared at the man.
“Don’t touch me.” She said as she glared at him, her face now wet and red with her efforts not to cry.
“One day very soon you’ll bask in my attention. It will bring you such pleasure that it will be the only thing you seek.”
“Please, hold your breath.” She said sneering back at him.
“I don’t have time to punish you right now.” He said sounding regretful as he stood straight. “Really I just wanted to show you to your new living space today before I must return to my own duties.”
“Why couldn’t one of your minions do that?” She asked slowly getting to her own feet and again arranging the hair in front of her.
She was starting to calm down and she wonder whether he’d lifted the curse or she was back to being detached. With a quick review of her own feelings, she decided he had to have lifted the curse as she was feeling a wide mix of things at the moment.
“They aren’t allowed down here.” He said simply before turning and heading off down a dark tunnel as if she would just follow him.
Not knowing her way around the sinister place she decided it was best to follow for now. The more she learned the better chance she would have for escape.
When they got to the end of the hall, he pushed open beautifully carved double doors with an easy movement of his wand. As she passed she couldn’t help but notice the rather lovely and exotic garden craved into the doors.
She stopped to get a better look unable to stop herself from running fingers over the design.
“You like it?” Voldemort asked from just behind her. She could feel his breath at the back of her neck and it made her jump to have him so close.
“I was just expecting snakes.” She said taking a step away and turning to face him.
“There are a few hidden among the flowers.” He said still looking at the door. “But a snake is more subtle than a lion.” He added with a grin turning to her.
“Says the guy with huge snakes lining the main chamber.” She said crossing her arms over her chest.
“Ah, those are there to make a statement about power, this is a bedroom, and there’s a whole different kind of power here.”
She looked past him into the room at the mention of its use and couldn’t help but realize in that moment where he was actually planning to keep her now.
“No.” She said shaking her head as she took another step out of the room.
He only smiled at her realization and nodded slowly. “Oh yes. The only question is if you’ll enter under your own power or if I’ll have to use force. Please, resist. I’ll enjoying the struggle a whole lot more than your simple compliance.”
She took another step away from him which made his lipless smile spread from ear to ear. The new predatory look in his eyes made her take a third step away before turning on her heels and running away from him as fast as her legs could carry her.
Hermione had turned three corners and ducked into a closet of some kind. She worked very hard to slow her breathing as she listened and waited for him. After her heart had slowed to an even thump, she risked a look around the room she’d chosen.
It was some kind of storage closet with an array of items that she doubted would be useful. She’d found a threadbare robe to put on. Then picking through a collection of crystal shards when she felt an arm snake around her neck and pull her back against a firm body.
“Not so fast.” Voldemort whispered in her ear before she felt the sickening sensation of being pulled through a pipe much too small for her to fit.
He dropped her again as soon as they landed and she fell forward on the floor. Hermione was surprised she wasn’t actually vomiting until she remembered how little she had in her stomach.
He stepped over her form and moved to the doors of his room. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck start to prickle telling her he was now casting very powerful magic. She looked up to him and watched as the edges of the double doors melded together and into the stone wall as if they were all once piece.
When the spell was complete he cast every more things that she assumed were dark wards and protections. “No one will leave or enter this room unless I say.” Voldemort said as he finally turned back to her. “Now for your punishment for running.” He added casually.

The next moment all conscious thought was lost in a blaze of pain and suffering. She could only sense someone screaming very far away.
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