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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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Hermione woke up the next morning and discovered that a more formal dress had been laid out for her. It was a beautiful blue colour and stopped around her mid-calf. It was made of a soft fabric that was sure to cling to her in all the right places. She really liked it.
She slipped into the dress and put on her black flats. Going to the window, she opened it to let in the fresh air. She was very lucky, and she knew it. Voldemort was a monster, yet he was being so nice to her. She wasn't sure how to feel.
As soon as he gets what he wants, I'm sure that he will change, Hermione though with a sigh. Her thoughts began to drift when she heard a knock on the door. Her heart leapt at the thought that it might be him, but when she turned and opened it she found Narcissa Malfoy standing there.
Hermione was surprised. She had barely seen the lady of the Manor in which she was staying. With a smile, she waited for her to speak.
"Hermione, would you like to join me for tea and a walk through the gardens?"
Hermione's jaw dropped. That wasn't what she was expecting at all. "Of course," she answered quickly.
Narcissa smiled. Hermione followed her out the back doors and took in the sight before her. There were flowers everywhere. Roses, Lilies, Sunflowers, you name it, they were there. Hermione had never seen a sight more beautiful, and she couldn't keep the smile off her face.
"I'm glad to see you like it," Narcissa said as she watched the girl. "Let's go for a walk."
Hermione followed the woman and took in all the beauty that surrounded her. It almost felt surreal after so long indoors, and she never wanted it to end.
The two of them made their way to a little area where a table was set up with tea and some biscuits. Hermione sat down comfortably, but she wanted to ask Narcissa a question. She was scared to ask, but she decided she would ask anyway.
"Lady Malfoy, I was just wondering what is going on here?" she asked. She wasn't really sure if anyone actually called Mrs Malfoy, Lady Malfoy, but she decided to be as formal as possible. This was her first real shot at getting some answers.
Narcissa laughed. "Oh, Hermione, darling, do call me Narcissa."
Hermione tried again. "Very well, Narcissa, what's going on? Why is Voldemort being so nice to me? I'm just so confused. If he intends to kill me, I wish he would just do it already."
As Hermione began to shake uncontrollably, Narcissa put a gentle hand upon her back. "Hermione, don't get upset, my darling. You're perfectly safe here; no harm will come to you. I'm not supposed to tell you too much, but I can shed some light on the situation. I have been asked to become your… guardian, in a way. My Lord wants me to teach you how to act as a proper Pureblood lady, regardless of your actual blood line. He has plans for you, although even I am not sure what they are. No one is. But it's obvious it has to do with your immense power."
Hermione shook her head. "But I don't want this. I just want to go home, back to my friends. I don't want to help that vile man with any of his plans."
Narcissa cast Hermione a sympathetic look. "Dear, your friends all think you are dead. They even found your body, of sorts. Besides, no one knows where the Potter boy is, anyway. He has basically dropped off the face of the earth."
Tears sprang from Hermione's eyes. She just couldn't believe it. Her friends thought she was dead, and had just moved on with the Horcrux hunt, not even trying to avenge her or anything. Hermione knew that it was selfish of her to think that way, but she couldn't help it. She was heartbroken.
And that's when the reality set in: she was trapped here, and there was no way around it.
"Hermione, don't cry," Narcissa said. "You are safe here. No one will harm you. If they tried, they would be incredibly stupid."
Hermione looked up, confused. "Why?"
With a giggle, she explained, "Well, the Lord said that if anyone were to lay so much as a finger on you, they'd be killed. So trust me, Hermione, you are quite safe."
Hearing Narcissa say that made Hermione feel a bit better. She supposed she had better do as they said, seeing as this was her life now. She wouldn't try to help Voldemort, although maybe he could be saved? She didn't know, but she decided she was going to try and find out.
Hermione and Narcissa stayed out in the garden for a few hours, just enjoying the day. Narcissa knew Hermione had been imprisoned for months, so she was in no hurry to make her go inside again. Hermione listened intently as she explained how Pureblood society worked, and all the things that would be required of her. When it was time for dinner they both stood together.
Inside the castle, the two made their way to join the rest of the Malfoys and Lord Voldemort in the dining room. Voldemort, Hermione thought as they entered. She hated that name. She decided that within her mind, she would call him Tom, seeing as that was who he really was. If he truly wanted her help, she would not allow him to hide behind his mask and false name.
Hermione took a seat next to him and began eating, listening to the conversations going on around her.
Tom turned to her and asked, "How did you enjoy the gardens?"
Swallowing her surprise at him speaking to her, she quickly formed an answer. "They were beautiful," she said as she looked at him. "I really enjoyed the fresh air. Thank you."
Then she turned to Narcissa and added, "And thank you for the tea and company as well."
Narcissa smiled, pleased that Hermione had already begun to play her part well. Soon dinner was over, and everyone stood.
Tom turned to Hermione and asked, "May I speak to you in my study?"
Hermione nodded, feeling a bit nervous. She still wasn't sure if she could trust him, but she did trust Narcissa, and the woman had said she would be fine. So she followed Tom down the hall and watched as he opened the doors. When she looked inside, Hermione was surprised to find the place was so… normal.
A large mahogany desk was in the centre of the room, covered in papers and letters. On one wall was a large fireplace with two chairs facing it. As she looked around, Hermione found it difficult to believe that Tom was this evil man who wished to take over the world, and yet from the looks of it, he was also a businessman. She looked up at him speculatively.
"Hermione, I know that you must hate me, but please understand that I do not mean to cause you harm in any way," he said as he watched her.
She nodded and looked away. It was uncomfortable standing in the same room as a man who had caused her friends, and the entire world, so much pain. Yet, she could not help but be curious. He seemed so different from the man she had expected him to be.
"What's with all the papers?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
Tom laughed. "Well, actually Hermione, I'm an entrepreneur. I own many different corporations, and my influence is spreading throughout the world. I love running things, you see. Making donations, investing, that sort of thing."
"You're terrible, I hope you know that? I mean, you take over a business and make everyone your slaves. It's disgusting."
Tom looked taken aback from her outburst. "No, Hermione, I'm not just spreading evil, I'm spreading good things around, too. Research and funds is a big thing. I own a few hospitals and schools, and I often contribute to Muggle research institutes as well."
"Oh," Hermione said, shocked. She felt her face flush. She walked over to the fireplace and held out her hands, trying to hide her confusion. "Was there something you wanted to talk about?"
"No," he replied as he remained by his desk. "I only wanted you to see that there is more to me and my aims than everybody thinks. I can be cruel, yes. But I can be nice as well."
Hermione nodded, still staring at the fire. She had never been so confused.
"I can walk you back to your room if you'd like."
"No," Hermione answered with a shake of her head. "I think I'll be fine on my own. Thank you, though." She needed to get away from him. Being around him was just so… confusing.
"Good night, Hermione," he answered as he sat down at his desk, shuffling papers.
Hermione headed in the direction she thought would take her to her room. However, she quickly got lost and wandered aimlessly around, cursing herself for being a fool for not accepting Tom's offer. She turned a corner, and bumped into someone.
"Sorry…" she trailed off when she realized who she was talking to.
Dolohov sneered down at her, and Hermione's blood ran cold. She quickly backed up and turned to run, but it was too late. She felt his cold hand grasp her arm, and then he slammed her into the wall.
"Let me go!" Hermione exclaimed in total panic. She struggled to free herself from his grasp, but she couldn't. He was just too strong.
Dolohov ran a hand through her hair and smelled it. He smiled evilly, and Hermione struggled further and tried to yell. He whipped out his wand and silenced her. She was completely helpless.
Oh, please, let someone find me! Her mind screamed.
With one hand on her thigh, and the other firmly placed on her backside, Dolohov growled into her ear, "I'm going to give you something you'll never forget."
Disgust filled her and she felt the bile rise in her throat. She didn't even know this man, and he wanted to abuse her in the worst way possible.
Hermione shook violently from crying so hard. Her throat felt like it was going to rip apart from her silent screams.
This can't be happening!
Dolohov forced his tongue into Hermione's mouth, and she bit down on it, hard. With an angry growl he hit her across the face so hard she saw stars. Her body was tired of struggling, and it was no use. He was going to rape her, and she couldn't do a damn thing about it.
His hand inched up her thigh, and his erection pressed against her. Hermione closed her eyes, trying not to think about it.
Suddenly she was free. She turned as Tom grabbed her and put her behind him. She had never been so happy to see him.
That is so weird, she thought wildly.
"Dolohov, go to my study, now!"
"Yes, my Lord," he said, and walked off as fast as he could. Hermione had collapsed to the floor, crying silently. Tom removed the curse, and she cried even more once her sobs could be heard. He scooped her up into his arms and cradled her all the way to her room. Hermione's tears soaked the shoulder of his robes by the time they got there.
He laid Hermione on the bed, and had to pull himself free of her arms. "Hush, now, Hermione. You're safe. I promise he will pay for what he did to you."
She stopped crying as she looked up at him, and Voldemort had never seen such sadness before. It stirred an emotion within him, but he couldn't understand it. Did he pity the girl? Perhaps.
With a flourish of his wand, he muttered a spell under his breath that would cause her to fall asleep. He glanced at her one more time, before he turned on his heel and made his way to his study. He burst inside with harsh words on his lips.
"Dolohov, you disobeyed my orders, and now you shall pay," he shouted as he brandished his wand toward the man. "I'm going to kill you for this."
"No you're not, my Lord," Dolohov said with a lazy smile.
Voldemort felt hot anger pulsating through him. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't?"
"Because, my Lord," he said with supreme satisfaction, "I have found the location of the fairies. And if you kill me, you will never find them."
Voldemort carefully hid his surprise. He had assigned Dolohov the task of finding the fairy courts, but did not actually expect him to do so. He cursed Dolohov for being right! He needed the fairies, and any chance of finding them would die with Dolohov. "Crucio!" Voldemort hissed with extreme frustration. He let the man go and cursed him again before finally shouting, "Get out of my sight!"
"As you wish, my Lord," Dolohov said tiredly, before slinking away.
Voldemort stared at the papers he had deliberately placed on his desk earlier just to gain Hermione's favour, and shook his head. It had been a very long time since he had felt anything besides anger or hatred toward anyone or anything. This girl was affecting him more than anyone could ever know.
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