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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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When Hermione finally awoke from pain and darkness the first thing she felt was cold metal against her neck. Her hand moved up to touch the metallic surface of the ring circling her neck. A chain fell heavy between her breasts telling her she was leashed to something. Feeling the ring for a latch or lock she found nothing. It was a perfect ring with no breaks or seams. Sometimes she hated magic.
She knew exactly where she was before she even opened her eyes. She lay on the floor at the end of Voldemort’s bed. She tried to look around the room to see if there was anything that could help her, but looking made her feel dizzy and sick. Hermione closed her eyes quickly before she threw up what little she may have in her stomach.
It had to be another curse he’d put on her. She tried to think now what this one could be, but his knowledge of the Dark Arts was far beyond her own. Listening to the room she could hear the steady breath of someone sleeping.
She laughed as she thought about the fact that Voldemort felt safe enough with her in the room to actually sleep.
With her eyes still closed she moved around on her hands and knees feeling her way around the bed. Hermione stood slowly once she felt she was in the right place. With a shaking hand she reached down to gently make sure he was on the bed in front of her.
Instead of touching the fabric of bedding or clothes as she’d expected Hermione’s hand met the bare flesh of a hard chest.
As she made contact with them the lingering sickness from before completely disappeared. She opened her eyes to look down at red ones looking back up at her.
“Planning to kill me in my sleep Pride?” He asked with a grin making her jump back.
The moment she broke contact with him the sickness returned worse than before. She lost her footing and fell onto her ass before she remembered to close her eyes.
The cold laugh above her told her he had risen from the bed and was now standing over her. She frowned at how fast he’d moved. Her fall had only taken a few moments.
Leaning down her grasped her chin, which once again banished the sickness. “You have three lasting curses on you my pet. Ones that will not allow you to hurt me in any way. Unless I’m touching you…” Voldemort started to explain as he ran a thumb over her lips. “... your perception of the world will be highly disorienting. Your perception of time has also been altered; you’ll have no sense of it. It will seem to pass both too quickly and too slowly unless we are in contact.”
Hermione opened her eyes to look up into his with a frown. “What good do you think that will do you?” She asked snidely.
“You are now completely reliant on me for your reality to make since little mudblood. You’ll seek me out in time.” He chuckled and shook his head. “And that may only take a few moments from my perspective.” He added letting go of her chin as he stood.
Expecting the disorientation this time she closed her eyes before the sickness could return. “What’s the third curse?” She asked but she suddenly got the feeling she was alone in the room.
She opened her eyes for just a moment to see that she was right. The bastard had left her alone like this. She had no way of knowing when he’d return or how the curses would affect her for the prolonged time that he’d be away.
She decided to test her boundaries as much as she could while he was away. She felt her away around the room. The leash allowed her easily onto the large bed, but beyond that most of the room was out of reach. The table by his bed had nothing of interest upon it, and no drawers to search through.
When he finally returned, what to her seemed like years later, she was laying on his bed trying to sleep, but finding even after years she wasn’t tired.
He brushed some hair from her face and rested slim fingers on her cheek. “How has your morning gone my pet?” He asked seeming pleased with himself.
Hermione opened her eyes to look up at his grinning face with a frown. “My morning?”
“Yes Pride, I’ve only been gone for a few hours, I’ve returned to take my midday meal with you.” He said with what he must have thought passed for a kind tone.
“Morning?” She asked shaking her head in disbelief. “What is the third curse?” She asked trying to keep her voice even and calm.
How was she going to spend even a few more hours trapped in the personal hell he’d created? Even her months alone in a cell were better than the reality he had created for her here.
He smiled as he let his fingers trail down her neck and chest. The soft touch made her shiver with need making her eyes widen all the more.
“Why?” She asked unable to keep the hysteria from her voice now.
Red eyes looked down at her with satisfaction gleaming brightly. “Because I make you sick. From now on, I’m the only thing that doesn’t. How long before you give into me Pride?”
“Never.” She said firmly knowing she would die before she turned on everything she knew.
“I thought you were smarter than that. Really think about life ahead of you. The hellish hours alone with nothing to do. Boredom is the enemy of any truly intelligent mind. I’ll be the only thing that brings any meaning to your reality now. If you give in, life will be better than you can imagine now. I’ll keep you forever by my side. When you’re a wolf, you’ll hunt my enemies. When you’re a witch, I’ll train you personally in the ways of ancient and powerful magic. You will be feared almost as much as myself. Which future really sounds better to you?”
“I would rather die...” She started when he cut her off.
“Death isn’t one of your options pet. There is no way out of the hell or heaven you’ll choose here on earth. It’s all up to you my pet.”
It was hard to tell how much time passed or didn’t. Her only way of knowing was that each month she didn’t give into his demands; she was taken to a cell to turn for the moon. He still made her kill each time, but now he fed her people she didn’t know. He was there each time, in the wolf’s view so it at least would know who gave it each meal.
As things continued she couldn’t help but look forward to the times he was around. Things were better for her when he was near, but that was exactly how he planned it. She had only turned to the wolf three times before she started to sleep in his bed. Her body simply rested better when it could understand the passage of time while she slept.
He made no moves to molest her during these times, which made her feel both better and worse. She found that the more she was around him, the more the lust curse took hold of her. It would have been easier if he would just take her, but he was going to make her ask maybe even beg for him.
She woke a few nights before her thirteenth turning since coming to his room when she found she was alone in his bed. She whimpered at his absence and wondered if it really was still night.
“Shhh, my pet.” She heard his voice from near the bed and couldn’t help but relax at the sound. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Voldemort said softly before slipping into the bed next to her.
Without thought she wrapped herself around him and rested her head on his chest. “Where did you go?” She asked breathing in the smell she had grown to love.
He ran soft fingers gently up and down her back. “The imbeciles panic over the smallest thing.” He said softly. “Nothing for you to worry about.”
Hermione nodded knowing he wouldn’t tell her any more than that. She pressed herself against his form a little more as his soft touches sent thrilling spikes of pleasure directly to the space between her legs.
“My Lord?” She asked in a soft and timid voice. She didn’t think she could stand another moment without some kind to release from the lust curse.
“Yes Pride?” He asked and she could hear the smile in his tone.
“Please?” She asked in an even smaller voice. “Please make love to me?” She added more quickly.
His hand moved down her spine as he chuckled at her words. “Am I the kind of man you think makes love to a woman?” He asked teasingly.
“No.” She answered simply.
“Than why ask?” He asked not giving her an inch.
“Because I need you.” She said pressing herself more tightly against him.
“You know it took you longer to ask than I thought. Should I reward or punish you for that?” He asked as he slowly moved her to her back so that he could hover over her.
“Reward.” She said easily letting him kneel between her legs.
His lips twitched into a smile as he looked down at her with actual amusement and something like affection in his eyes. “I’ll need a promise from you if I give you what you want.”
“What?” She asked her hips trying to move up against his still covered crotch.
He chuckled at her eagerness and moved her hair back from her face. “You will call me Master from now on.” He commanded firmly.
“Yes Master.” She breathed, as she really didn’t care about what she called him.
That night she gave herself to him for the first time, but not nearly the last. As promised, he never made love to her like a normal man, but the firm hard dominating sex they had started to feel like his version of love.
Over time she started to think of the brisk way he handled her in all things as little ways to show her he cared for her. She had lost count of the moons by the time she realized she was becoming exactly what he wanted. But with the realization came no fear, only relief. She would be his completely, and she wouldn’t have worry about fighting any more.
At some point he gave her an amulet with a drop of his blood in it. If she wore it, she’d feel okay while he had to work, so that she could read the books he assigned her. When she was bad, he’d take the amulet away, but when she was good, she’d be rewarded with hours of debate on obscure magical theory.
He started to stand in the cell with her when she turned into the wolf, feeding her the victim by hand. In time, he’d spend much of the rest of the night petting the dangerous creature he’d tamed.
Then one day there was no cell. He led her out to the main chamber and climbed up to sit on his throne.
“You will change here, and only kill who I order Pride.” He told her confidently.
“Will there be people you don’t want killed here Master?” She asked moving up onto the dais and kneeling down for a comfortable spot at his feet.
“Tonight I am presenting you to all of my Death Eaters.” He said sounding proud of her for getting this far.
“Will it be safe?” She asked worrying she’d kill those that served him.
“It will my pet, you’ll be perfectly behaved.” He promised.
As masked figures started to Apparate around them, Pride couldn’t help but feel a tight knot of nerves in her stomach. She had a lot more control of the wolf now, but anything could happen. What if one of the many smelled wrong when she was in the heat of the kill?
When the last of the masked figure appeared in the center of the floor with a young man in chains, she knew whom she would be killing that night.
Her Master chuckled as the man was dropped, bruised to the ground. He stood and paced slowly to the groaning figure.
“I do hope no one roughed you up too much.” He said his voice full of amusement. “I want you to know exactly who will be ending you tonight, and with you all hope of the rebellion.” He said dragging the thin man’s chains and turning him to look at Pride.
Her eyes widened, as she looked back into oh so familiar green eyes. How? She had already killed him!
“Look into your death’s pretty face.” Voldemort sneered.
“Herm...Hermione?” Harry’s scratchy voice asked seeming full of confusion of his own.
“Her name is Pride now.” Her Master said as he dropped Harry back on the ground. “You see how wide her eyes are? She thought she already killed you.” He explained kicking Harry in the gut. “But she only killed a man who was polyjuiced to look like you. The second time won’t be nearly as hard as the first, will it pet?”
She looked up and shook her head. It wasn’t long before she felt the pull in her stomach that meant the change was coming. As she shifted into the wolf, she could hear Harry screaming obscenities at her Master for what he’d done to her.
But in truth, she owed Voldemort a lot, he gave her control. She looked up at her Master and leapt onto her prey in a single bound. Instead of biting into Harry’s flesh likes she was supposed to she turned her head and crunched down on the hand and wand of her Master.
After that there was chaos. She tore at least five Death Eaters limb from limb before they smartened up and Disapparated far away from the rampaging beast. When all was quiet, she walked over and laid next to her bleeding Master.
The boy she was supposed to kill had moved himself away from her dangerous form and she was grateful. She slept that night like all others next to the warm form of Voldemort. When she woke the next morning he was still hanging onto life.
“Hermione stand back.” She heard Harry’s voice. “He’s the last one; we’ve destroyed all of his Horcruxes. I can finally kill him.”
Her Master’s laugh had a wet quality to it and she could feel his fist in her hair. “She’s already killed me boy. Much more worthy of it than you.” He said pulling her closer so that she’d to look up into his eyes. “I thought you loved me.” He told her more softly.

“I do.” She admitted not breaking eye contact with him. “But the first lesson you taught me is to kill what I love.”
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