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Sharpest Wit	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 5793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You’re a no good ruffian!” The woman spat as she struggled against the bonds once again then screamed as the ropes tore at her skin.

Tom watched with interest as the creature slowed her struggling once again and sat there panting as she recovered from the pain she’d just inflicted on herself. “Are you done with your little tantrum?” He asked without any kindness in his voice.

“No one has ever dared treat me like this.” She told him once she had calmed down. “Even the other villains who have gotten the blade treated me with respect.”

“Until you killed them?” Tom asked as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“Or a hero came to save me.” She said with a sniff.

“No hero even knows that you’re here.” He said leaning over her a bit. “You really are all alone in the world.” He purred as if this was some sweet nothing he was telling her. “Now, are you hungry, or do you even need to eat?” He asked sitting back to enjoy his own meal.

Hermione frowned and looked as if she were planning to lie.

“I’m still unsure how your health connects the power of the blade. So if you need food you will be eating.” He told her dangerously.

“No.” She said jutting her chin up in defiance.

Tom grabbed her without a moment’s thought and pushed the plate to the floor so that he could move on top of her. “You belong to me.” He said pushing on her throat just enough to cut off her air. “You have no right to deny me what I want.”

“I’m still a person and have every right to spit in your face.” She said hoarsely as he pressed harder on her windpipe.

“You have no rights but those I give you.” He told her as he shook his head. He could see her defiance still clear in her eyes, as he knew she’d be feeling the effects of the air loss by now. “Fine.” He started climbing off of her as a new plan formed in his mind. The little chit needed to be broken first he realized.

With some thought, he looked over at the blade and wondered what effect it would have on the weapon if he broke the will of its avatar. He didn’t seem to have much choice in the matter though if he wanted any real answers from the girl.

With a plan now set in his mind he set about making preparations. He didn’t talk to the girl again before leaving his flat to go speak with some of his followers.

When he got back a few hours later he couldn’t help but be impressed when the girl actually had an ankle free of his rope, with a second very close to freedom as well. The ankles and feet were raw and even bleeding in a few spots, as she’d endured the clinging rope to free them.

“I’m giving you one last chance to give into me without the unpleasantness of what’s to come.” He told her as he strode across the room.

“I’m sure you can figure out what to do with your offer.” She said yanking the second foot free without showing the immense pain the action must have caused.

“You know this would be fun if I wasn’t on a time table.” He told her as he pushed back hair that had fallen into her face. “Stupify.” He cast making her go limp on the bed.

When she became aware again, the first thing she noted was that her arms and hands were free from the ropes. This enlightenment was quickly followed by the fact she was laying on a hard stone floor instead of a soft bed.

She opened her eyes slowly to look around at where the devil had put her. She frowned and sat up as she looked around at the obvious dungeon cell. The room was a stone cube with no furnishings but a large set of angry looking black manacles that hung from the center of the ceiling.

She could feel it was cold in the cell but such things didn’t bother her in the same way they would bother a human. What did bother her on the other hand was that she still felt cut off from the blade. This devil really didn’t understand her connection to it. It felt like being separated from your arm or leg.

By the growl of her stomach, she figured it had been at least several hours since she’d been in his small living space. She frowned slightly in remorse as her actions had lost her access to all of his books. She wondered if he would have let her touch them anyway then decided it wasn’t a true loss, only the illusion of one.

With nothing to do in the cell she wrapped her arms around her legs and waited. She could still feel the sting of the injuries his rope left on her skin but it didn’t really bother her as much as she felt it should.

Her mind went over the last day as she waited for something new to happen. When she had appeared in the strange watery place and looked up to see the beautiful dark haired man, she’d thought for a moment he was the human looking at the magical water creature. Her heart had leapt at the idea of serving him. Then he’d started to speak and she could tell he was a person filled with darkness and greed.

As the hours with him had passed, she’d only grown more and more sure it was a dark flame in the history of the world. If he were to ever truly own her the way he desired it would only bring more darkness and suffering to the people. It was her duty to stand against him until a great hero could claim her and the blade.

When she heard the door shift she looked up to see the man in question standing before her once again. “Hungry?” He asked coldly as he looked down on her with his dead eyes.

“No.” She said not wishing to give him an inch. She wondered now why those who had created her had made it so she had to eat when she was awake.

He actually smiled at this and placed a bread roll on the ground at his feet. “We will see.” He said closing the door with the roll still on the ground.

She frowned at it and shook her head wondering what this trick was. She wasn’t going to eat it after she had told him she wasn’t hungry, maybe it was just there to tempt her. If she ate it, she’d be giving into what he wanted.

She moved away from the fragment of food staring at it as her hunger only grew over the following hours. At some point she fell asleep again. When she woke she felt cramped from sleeping curled up in the tight ball.

She looked over to the spot near the door only to find the roll had been replaced with a thick slice of bacon. She took in the wonderful scent but shook her head to protect herself from the temptation.

She saw no one over the next few days but every time she fell asleep there would be a new tempting piece of food by the door. The wonderful smells made her stomach growl and churn with need.

She wasn’t exactly sure how long it had been when the dark haired man entered her room again. This time there were two men behind him, both wearing odd white masks.

“You’re really going to starve yourself to death if I let you.” He said with a sigh.

“I can’t die unless the blade is destroyed.” She said in a bleary food deprived daze.

Tom smiled at this and the two men left the room on his signal. He moved to her with a plate of food and knelt down in front of her curled form.

“Could you allow me access to the blade’s power?” He asked gently pushing back her hair from her face.

She nodded unable to know why she hadn’t just answered his questions before. She was too weak to remember she was defying him. “But I won’t.” She added remembering just enough to know that he couldn’t wield her.

“We will see.” He said gently petting her face as he held a spoon of broth to her lips.

“No.” She said weakly but took the broth without further complaint. Maybe not eating wasn’t the best tactic in fighting him as it only made her weaker.

“So you really can’t be killed?” He asked sounding interested in something other than the blade itself.

“No. Unless the blade is destroyed I can live through anything.” She said taking another sip of broth. She felt the information would deter him from trying anything drastic on her, since she didn’t fear for her life. But his expression seemed odd.

“We will speak more tomorrow, once you’re cleaned and ready.” He said feeding her the rest of the broth in silence.

As he set the spoon back in its dish Hermione frowned. “Why? Why do it yourself?” She asked still a bit out of it. She was pretty sure he wasn’t the type of man that just did kind things.

“You belong to me Lady of the Lake.” He said tilting her chin a little so he could look into her eyes. “You are mine.” He told her firmly. “You will never again receive any morsel of food that isn’t from my hand. I hope this impresses upon you how important my kindness towards you is.” He said getting to his feet.

With a full stomach it didn’t take Hermione long to fall into a better sleep than she’d had in what seemed like weeks.

The next morning she awoke to someone pulling on her hair. She swatted the hand away with a frown and snuggled into the soft bed under her. It took her another moment to sit up straight in the bed and look around the room in shock.

It was a fine room decorated in blues and greens. Its adornments were much more fine than Tom’s living space had been and Hermione had to wonder where she was. The woman who’d been pulling on her hair looked a bit put out.

She had honey blond hair with a storm of grey eyes. Her skin was porcelain white and her lips red like a shiny apple.

“Our Lord wants me to make you proper for breakfast.” She said sternly. Hermione didn’t miss the shift of her hips when the woman added. “He says he’ll reward me if I make you suitable.”

“Who are you?” Hermione asked moving out of the woman’s reach.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Celeste Malfoy if you really must know. You are a guest in my house and you’re not being a very good one.” She said crossing her arms with a pout.

“I was just in a dungeon.” Hermione bit out as she tried to get out of the bed only to find she was still weak from starvation.

“And now you’re in the blue guestroom.” She said as if being in a dungeon wasn’t that big of a deal. “Should I tell our Lord you want to go back to the dungeon?” She asked mockingly.

“Yes.” Hermione surprised the woman with her answer. “Go tell him now.”

The woman sighed and shook her head. “You’re a little bitch.” She snapped in a huff. “Ruining my day just to be spiteful.” She grumbled as she left Hermione alone in the room.

It took longer than she would have liked to make her way all the way to the door and by the time, she was able to try the handle it was already moving.

She looked up at a frowning Tom. “You get a little sustenance and you’re already back to being a little brat.” He said in a disappointed tone.

“It’s not my job to serve you.” She said frowning back at him.

“That is exactly your job.” He bit back as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her from the wall she’d braced herself against. He didn’t let go and was soon dragging her down the hall. “Do you know what I could give you? What your life could be like in my service?”

“I don’t care! You’ll hurt people!” She said as she struggled to find her feet.

“Like the people you’ve served in the past never hurt anyone?” He asked mockingly.

“Not good people!” She whimpered now trying to claw at the hand, which held her hair.

When he finally let go she could feel she was laying on smooth stone. Her face was wet with tears but she didn’t remember crying.

“Let’s see about that shall we?” He asked motioning to the room.

When she looked around, she went wide-eyed, as the very large room seemed to be covered in books. Every wall was stacked high with volume after volume.

“What is this place?” She asked unable to keep the wonder from her voice.

“You’ve never seen a library before?” Tom asked seeming amused.

“No one takes a sword to a library.” She told him getting to her feet slowly. She licked her lips wondering how long it would take to be able to actually read all of these books.

“Do you like reading?” He asked sounding keenly curious.

Hermione flushed as she’d obviously given away the weakness she had for knowledge and books. “It’s just bigger than I thought it would be.” She lied trying to cover the mistake.

“There are bigger. This is just Malfoy’s private collection.” He said walking to a table that already had books spread out on it. “This is what I wanted to show you.” He said motioning to the seat.

She made her way to the table slowly and sat down. All the books were open to pictures and sections depicting Caliburnus. She couldn’t help but smile as she ran her finger over the sword she missed.

“Where have you put me?” She asked sadly looking to him as she still missed her blade.

“Someplace safe. You’ll be able to see it again once your start behaving.” He said factually then motioned back to the books. “Can you read any of these?” He asked as if he was unsure if she could read at all.

“I can understand any language.” She admitted and looked down at the book closest to her. Within its pages was the story of King Author. She remembered him with a smile but frowned as she started to scan the page.

It talked about how he had forced his pagan subjects to forget their old ways and start worshiping the new god. It was graphic in the way it described how his army killed and tortured villagers for being suspected pagans. Even Merlin had fled his reign in the end.

“He lost his way and when he did he lost my gifts.” She defended turning away from the book.

“He isn’t the only one to try and use your power on the innocent.” Tom reminded her as he showed her book after book containing information on all those who she’d served over the years.

“My power is too much from many.” She admitted with a frown.

“It isn’t too much for me.” He countered as he sat down next to her.

“You’re already corrupt.” She said looking to him.

“So I’ll be immune to your darkness.” He said with a smile.

“I’m not dark!” She snapped making him shake his head.

“Someone lied to you about that a long time ago.” He told her seriously. “But how can you be a weapon of justice when all those who wield you fall to their dark impulses? You’re already a creature of darkness as much as I am. Together we could be something beautiful.”

She shook her head turning her face down so that she could hide behind her mass of hair. “These books lie. They don’t tell the whole story. I never serve then once they turn.” She told him firmly.

“That only makes you a tease.” Tom said a bit more coldly. “Turning men’s hearts then abandoning them to their fate.”

“I don’t want to see any more.” She said shaking her head. Merlin had always told her her fascination with books was unhealthy for a sword, and now she understood why.

“You are a weapon Hermione. Be my weapon and I’ll never lie to you. I haven’t lied to you yet.” He told her and pushed hair from her face. “I will hurt people with your power, but only to remake this world into something better for my kind.”

She shook her head her eyes tearing up again. “Evil lies.” She told him firmly.
“Good lies more.” He countered looking her in the eyes.
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