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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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Hello! New chapter again! But tomorrow I’ll go to England with my family and won’t be back until the 28th. I don’t think I’ll have access to the internet while I’m away, so don’t be alarmed if I take some time to answer your reviews. I’ll update as soon as I get back!

Claudia; Hi! Welcome to the story! I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of the story as much as you have liked the first chapters! I’ll of course update and continue to write!

Scarletwitchextreme; Thank you, I’m very flattered! I’m glad you liked the way I write both Hermione and Voldemort, I try to keep them somewhat in character, but its hard when you are getting the two of them together. Yes, you don’t know if you want to hit or kiss him, but I think he deserves to be hit sometimes, haha. And here comes a little more smut, hope you like it too!

Chapter 4 – Voldemort is one sneaky snake

When Hermione woke up, she had a splitting headache and a deep craving for coffee. This was the reason why she didn’t drink so often. No matter how little she drank, she always became hung-over. She turned her head to the right and saw that it was only seven o’clock. When did she fall asleep last night? It couldn’t have been that late. Wait, didn’t she fall asleep downstairs? She turned to her left and saw Voldemort lying on his stomach next to her, deep asleep. Had he carried her to bed? He must have. She remembered falling asleep in his lap after… she blushed. What had come over her last night? Was she so desperate for some sexual contact that anyone would do? Sure, Voldemort was handsome enough to look at but… he was evil! Although, he did give her an oath not to kill or physically hurt her friends and that had to count for something.

Groaning, both over her headache and her confused thoughts, she rolled out of bed and pulled a housecoat over her underwear. Voldemort stirred, but she quickly left the room before he had time to wake. She didn’t want to have a confrontation with him before she got some coffee.

She was halfway through her second cup when someone Apparated into the hallway. Hermione groaned, thinking it was Dumbledore, but was a moment later surprised to see Ginny Weasley standing in the doorway. The younger woman looked around nervously and Hermione realised Ginny knew about Voldemort being here. She wondered how much courage it must have taken for her to come here. Ginny feared Voldemort more than anyone Hermione knew, most likely because what his younger self had done to her when she was only eleven years old.

“Ginny,” Hermione said with a smile and stood up to hug her friend. “I’m so glad to see you.”

Ginny smiled shyly and hugged her back. “Harry told me about… everything. I thought I could come by and see how you were doing. Mum made muffins, though some of them are a little burned. She has been very angry since she found out that Dumbledore made you the sole guardian only because You-Know-Who wanted it.”

They sat down at the table and Hermione took one of the lemon muffins.

“Is that all you’re having for breakfast?” Ginny asked and frowned at Hermione’s coffee cup.

“Well, now I have this as well.” Her headache was better, but she knew it would take the whole day before it was completely over. At least she could function socially now.

“But you always eat so much for breakfast,” Ginny said thoughtfully. “Well, except when… oh, Merlin’s dirty underwear, you have a hangover!”

Hermione made a grimace at her friend’s high voice. “Maybe a small one.”

Ginny stared at her in disbelief. “You got drunk together with… him?”

“No! Or, well, we took a few glasses last night, but it wasn’t like I would let him run away. You know I get a hangover even if I just have had two glasses of wine for dinner,” Hermione said, once again embarrassed over her actions. Not that Ginny would ever find out what she and Voldemort had really been doing.

Ginny sighed. “Okay, well, I won’t blame you. I’d probably drink myself stupid if I had to be alone with him all the time.”

Hermione gave her a weak smile. “Do you want some coffee?”

“No thanks, I have to get to work soon. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t torturing you or something,” Ginny said, not really able to making it sound like a joke.

“He isn’t,” Hermione reassured her. “He is really annoying, but I try not to talk to him too much.”

Ginny rose from the table, obviously very relieved. “That’s good. Well, I better be going. It doesn’t matter that Bill is my boss, he will still take it off my pay check if I’m late.”

Hermione stood as well and hugged her friend. “Tell him I said hi.”

Ginny nodded and was just about to step out in the hallway when she smacked right into a half naked Voldemort, his hair was a mess and he wore a pair of boxers under an open housecoat. Hermione’s eyes widened, but Voldemort just gripped the red-haired woman’s shoulder to make sure she didn’t fall, then he moved her aside and went straight to the coffee pot. Ginny, however, had frozen. Hermione decided that it was best to get her friend into another room before she came out from her shook. It wouldn’t be good if Ginny started hexing Voldemort.

When they were out in the hallway, Ginny looked up at Hermione. “Why does he smell like you?”

Hermione blinked. “What?”

Ginny’s eyes narrowed. “He smelled exactly like you, why?”

“I don’t know, maybe he uses my shampoo?” Hermione said lamely.

Ginny gasped and looked at Hermione in disbelief, then she shook her head and looked down. “I think I better be going.”

“Ginny, wait,” Hermione said when her friend turned around. “It’s not what you think!”

“It never is,” Ginny mumbled and then she was gone.

Hermione groaned and kicked the wall. Ginny didn’t even let her explain! Of course Ginny would think the worst. She if anyone knew how luring Voldemort could be. Hermione had to explain what was going on… but what could she say? That yes, she was sleeping in the same bed as Voldemort and now and then snogging him, but that was all on Dumbledore’s orders? No, that sounded wrong as well.

Feeling miserable, she went into the kitchen again. Voldemort was standing with his back against her, fixing something on the counter. Hermione sat down and stared sadly at the muffin basket.

“That was Miss Weasley, right?” he asked and came to the table caring a plate with sandwiches.

Hermione nodded.

“She was terrified,” he noted.

Hermione nodded again.

“Oh, well.” He began to eat.

She sighed at his indifference, but couldn’t really blame him. He made a living out of terrifying people; one girl more or less didn’t make any difference. At least he couldn’t harm her without being attacked first.

“Why don’t you use a hangover-potion?” Voldemort asked after a while.

She shrugged. “Coffee is just as helpful, and more tasteful.”

“I will remember that the next time I decide to drink you under the table,” Voldemort said with a chuckle.

Hermione pulled out her tongue at him in a very childish way. He just smirked.

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The day went by and when night came, Hermione was a little worried about what Voldemort would do, but he simply rolled to his back and fell asleep. It took some time before Hermione managed to do the same, but she must have because when she opened her eyes again it was morning and Voldemort was gone. It was a relief he wasn’t there. She knew she had dreamt something about him, something erotic. She couldn’t remember any details, just the feeling of his hand over her body and how her skin tingled.

She showered and went down to breakfast. Voldemort was already sitting there with a cup of coffee, a half eaten sandwich with eggs and the newspaper. Hermione poured a cup of coffee for herself and sat down opposite him.

“Can I have the newspaper?” she asked.

“I’m reading,” he said without looking at her.

“Can’t I have the pages you have already read?” she wondered, slightly annoyed.

Voldemort sighed and handed some of the pages to her. They read in silence. After a while the silence began to bother Hermione. She didn’t know why, it just did. Wasn’t he going to ask her how she slept? How she was feeling this morning? Those were standard questions when you were living together. It wasn’t like it was much either. It took five seconds. Just to show the person that you cared. Although, Voldemort didn’t care how she felt, did he? Nope, because he was the evil Dark Lord who was just a prisoner here.

However, that didn’t stop her from asking those trivial questions. Not that she cared about how he had slept of how he was feeling. Or did she? Maybe it wasn’t about caring as it was a way to show the other person that they existed, a way to show them respect.

“I think I’ll start to teach you Occlumency today,” Voldemort suddenly said.

Hermione looked up, startled. “Oh? Why?”

He folded the newspaper and looked at her. “Because then I can put less energy on blocking your thoughts out and more energy on getting better.”

“Were you spying on my thoughts again?” she exclaimed.

Voldemort sighed. “Not intentionally. It just seems like the closer you are to me, the stronger I hear your thoughts. I don’t even have to concentrate to hear what you think now, instead, I have to concentrate not to hear.”

That didn’t sound good. “How come I can’t hear your thoughts?”

“Because I have no problem blocking mine,” he said simply.

Hermione sighed. “Fine. How were you planning on teaching me without a wand?”

“I have never needed a wand to break into people’s minds. Put up your shield now and I’ll make an attempt to break it sometime today,” Voldemort said and stood.

Hermione gaped. “Just like that? I’ll put my shield up and I won’t know when you try to break it?”

“Of course. Do you really think those who try to break into your mind will warn you?” Voldemort chuckled.

Hermione made a grimace. “I see your point.”

“Excellent! Now I think I’ll find something good to read.” He disappeared from the room.

Hermione shook her head and made sure her shield was up while she continued with breakfast.

As the day went by, she found herself getting more and more on edge. Every time she saw Voldemort, she checked her shield and it was tiring her. When Milly came with afternoon tea in the library, Hermione watched Voldemort nervously. She knew he would try something soon. He had been ignoring her all day, but now he glanced at her over the book he was reading. Hermione tried not to show her unease as she ate.

Suddenly he rose. Hermione strengthened her shield and watched him suspiciously. He gave her a teasing smile and went past her. When she heard the bathroom door open she let out a breath. When was he going to try to break through her shield? She took a bite from her scone and leaned back in the armchair.

Without a warning, he was there. Hermione let out a cry when he tore her shield apart like it was a piece of paper. He was deeper inside her mind than she had ever felt him before, finding memories she had wanted to forget. Like the time she ran away from home and her mother had slapped her for worrying them so much. Now Hermione knew that her mother just hit her because she had been so scared and angry, but it still hurt! Then there was the time in France when some boys had tried to make her give them a blow job. She had been so scared and used magic against them. The rest of the summer she had worried she would be expelled, but nothing happened.

Other memories flew by, the time she had lied to her mother about forgetting the time in the library when she really was at a party. When she had spread evil gossip about Lavender Brown because Lavender had been mean to her in their first year at Hogwarts. Now Hermione felt really guilty about it!

Then a new memory came. The first time she and Ron was going to have sex and she felt so ugly and his penis had been so disgusting and… she could feel Voldemort chuckle. He wasn’t supposed to see this!

“Expelliarmus!” she cried, somehow managing to grab her wand.

New memories flashed by, but these ones weren’t hers. She saw a young boy sitting alone next to a window, angrily brushing some tears away. Now the young boy was outside. Two pairs of stronger arms held him as another boy was taunting him. In his hand was an ordinary garden snake.

“This your friend, Tom?” Then he dropped the snake on the ground and stepped on it. “We don’t like weirdoes here, weirdo.”

A new memory, a man was standing over Tom with a cane that came down on his back. “You are a very bad boy, Riddle.” Tom flinched in pain.

“No!”

Hermione found herself back in the armchair with the grown Tom over her. He did look a lot like his younger self, how peculiar. Tom slapped her and she found herself thinking more clearly. This wasn’t Tom, this was Voldemort. Who, as it turned out, also had been bullied when he was young. Hermione felt sorry for him.

Voldemort’s angry eyes narrowed. He looked like he was about to say something, but then shook his head and left the room, still furious. Hermione looked after him. What had just happened? It was clear that he was very private about his past, but still.

The afternoon turned into evening which turned into night. Voldemort stayed away from her and when she finally went to bed he was already there, faking sleep. Hermione sighed and crawled down behind him. He had his back turned against her and for some reason it bothered her.

“Look,” she said carefully and placed a hand on his back. He tensed. “You saw things about me I have never told anyone about. I won’t tell anyone about your memories.”

Voldemort was quiet and Hermione sighed and removed her hand from his back.

“Do you pity me?” he finally asked.

Hermione opened her mouth, but then closed it again. What was she supposed to say?

He turned around. “It’s unnecessary. The boy you saw killing that snake died some twenty years ago. He spent his last thirty years in a mental hospital after I was done with him. The man who caned me took his own life, apparently he was seeing ghosts.” Voldemort smiled evilly. “Besides, they didn’t hurt me because I was sitting innocently at the dinner table.”

Hermione sighed. “I never thought you did. You have always been a bastard.”

“Is that what you think?” he purred and sneaked his hand up on her stomach and in under her sleeping t-shirt.

She felt her heart speed up.

“Don’t you get hot sleeping in clothes?” he whispered.

Truth be told, she did, but wouldn’t that make it too easy for him?

“Just take them off,” he mumbled. “I have seen you in less.”

Well, that was true. Besides, if he was going to fuck her, clothes would be the least of his problems. With a sigh she sat up and removed her t-shirt and pyjamas shorts. The only thing she kept was her knickers and he didn’t comment on that. When she lay down again, he stroked her stomach again.

“Much better,” he mumbled and his hand came to rest right under her left breast. He fell asleep like that and surprisingly, it didn’t take Hermione so long to fall asleep either.

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A week went by and Voldemort continued to be as intimate as he could with the girl without actually fucking her. He wanted her to come to him. Every night he let her feel his naked body next to her and he knew she dreamt about them having sex. During the day he would touch her innocently, a hand on the back, a stroke over the thigh and cheek and so on. He never did more than that, but the sexual tension was still thick as syrup.

He was still teaching her to block her mind and thankfully it was working. He had become quite tired of always hearing her thoughts in the background of his own head. However, as the days went by, he became stronger as well and it was easier to block her out. Now a day, he had no problem doing wandless magic.

However, it seemed like all his carefully thought out plans were about to crash.

“We had an agreement!” Voldemort roared. “If you take her away from me…”

“You won’t be able to do anything,” Dumbledore said with a blank expression. After a week with no interruptions from the Order, Dumbledore had decided to come back and put a stop to all Voldemort’s fun. “Malfoy has proven to be just as useful as you and much less dangerous. He doesn’t ask for so much either, just a clean cell and good food.”

“Lucius doesn’t know half the things I know!” Voldemort growled and slammed his hands on the table in front of Dumbledore.

“Prove it,” Dumbledore said calmly. “Give me something that you are certain Lucius doesn’t know and I may reconsider.”

Voldemort glared at the older man. Was he playing him? It had always been hard to tell if Dumbledore was lying or not. If he wasn’t lying, it would only take a snap of Dumbledore’s fingers to have Voldemort imprisoned in a far less comfortable cell without Hermione. Yes, it had gone so far that he didn’t think about her as Granger anymore. Only a couple more days and the sexual tension would be so strong that she would try to lure him into bed. Now Dumbledore was about to ruin it all just because they had captured Lucius.

“Give me a day,” he said in a low voice. “Then I will have a plan ready for you that will bring down both Marcus and Antonin. They will be suspicious now that Lucius has been captured, and you need to act quickly. Fast planning is something I know Lucius can’t do.”

Dumbledore stood. “I’m glad you see reason Voldemort. I’ll be here tomorrow at dinner.”

Voldemort huffed and the Headmaster left the room. Not a minute later, Hermione entered the room with a worried look on her face. “What happened?”

Voldemort huffed again, turned around and went out to the garden. He needed a new plan, and quickly. If he actually made a plan to stop all Death Eater activity, the Order would kill him. If he didn’t, the Order would lock him away in some far away cell where he would have little means to escape. With a groan, he sat down on the bench and lit a cigarette. Hermione came out with her arms crossed.

“What happened?” she asked again, firmer this time.

“Dumbledore doesn’t think he needs me anymore,” Voldemort spat. “He thinks he can bring down the Death Eaters without my help.”

Hermione frowned. “How come?”

“They captured Lucius.” Voldemort inhaled the nicotine from the cigarette and blew out the smoke.

Hermione sighed. “And Lucius is easier to work with.”

“Apparently he doesn’t ask for as much as I do in return for information,” Voldemort muttered.

“Oh, so it’s about me again?” She seemed a bit disturbed. He knew she had started to enjoy spending time with him and felt guilty for it.

Voldemort looked at her as he brought the cigarette to his lips again. It was a shame, but he had to leave her. He would never stand to have Dumbledore locking him away and it was too early to make Hermione come with him. Alas, he had to trick her somehow. It would also be good if he could get a hold on her wand. How would he do that? It would be preferable if he managed not to break all her trust in him.

“No, I think it’s about me. Dumbledore doesn’t like me,” he said with a cynical smile. “Can’t say I like him either.”

“Neither do I,” Hermione snorted.

Voldemort slowly looked at her from head to toe. The easiest thing would be to kill her, but he didn’t want that. She had a too promising future to be killed just because he needed a wand. Neither did he want to try and tie her up again. Even if she couldn’t break free, she could call for the House-Elf before he had the time to disappear. Then there was only one thing left to do.

With determined steps, he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. He was very surprised when she pushed him away.

“What?” he asked annoyed. He knew she wanted him.

She made a grimace. “Well, first, brush your teeth! Second, where did that come from? You are usually more seducing than that.”

Voldemort sighed. “Very well, I’ll brush my teeth. But we don’t have much time left together and…” he trailed off with another sigh.

“When you put it that way… I feel like a cheap whore,” Hermione retorted and crossed her arms. “I won’t sleep with you just because the chance is high that you will be locked away tomorrow.”

Voldemort crossed his arms as well. “Fine, then I won’t help Dumbledore at all.”

“But you have to if you want to be with me,” she remarked.

“And you are making it quite clear that you don’t want to be with me and I’m quite sure I’ve told you I don’t enjoy raping women,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Merlin! You are unbelievable,” she exclaimed and turned to walk into the house again.

Voldemort followed her, but stopped at the bathroom to brush his teeth. Two minutes later he knocked on the door to their room.

“Go away,” came her muffled voice from inside.

He had no intension to do that, so he opened the door and stepped inside. She was lying on her back on the bed and a pillow pressed over her face. Voldemort rolled his eyes at her childish behaviour and went to sit on the bed next to her. When he removed the pillow, she turned her head away from him.

“I don’t want to have sex with you,” she mumbled.

“Yes you do,” he said softly.

She pressed her lips together. “I don’t want to want to have sex with you.”

He sighed. “The Order already believes we are having sex.”

“I know,” she whispered and turned her head back to him. “But at least now I can tell them that I hated it.”

He arched his eyebrows. “You are afraid that you will like it?”

She sighed. “I’m sure I will like it.”

Voldemort sighed and changed his plan. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

She just closed her eyes and didn’t put up any resistance when he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. He could feel her giving in and he changed his position so he was half-lying on top of her. His hand found its way under the shirt she was wearing and he regretted not having the time to taste all of it. Her hand came shyly up to his head and stroked his neck. He nibbled her lower lip as he changed position again so he was lying fully on top of her. Hermione let out a quiet moan when his hand stroked the outside of her breast and went up to her neck. He was starting to regret his change of plan, but if he would have any chance getting her back after this, it would only be worse if he actually did fuck her.

He moved his lips over her cheek and started to nibble her earlobe as his hand went up to her exposed neck. His index finger found that spot on her neck which would make her unconscious if he put pressure on it.

“Trust me, Hermione,” he whispered into her ear. “I’m really sorry about this.”

She didn’t seem to understand what was happing, but he felt how she started to panic when she realised she couldn’t breath. A moment later she was unconscious and Voldemort sat up slowly. He found her wand strapped to a holster on her left arm. With it, he stunned her so she wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. He sighed as he rose. Everything would have been so much easier if she could just leave the Order for him. Although, he knew she was still too loyal to them to do that. He would just have to delay his plans for her and take care of the more pressing matters first. Like getting away from this house before Dumbledore realised he wasn’t going to help them.
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