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Sharpest Wit	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 5793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

A/N- Huge thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome beta! Sorry I am a bit late in posting this, this week have been super crazy.

Hermione was torn after their conversation in the library. Tom had told her that she could stay and read any book she liked or she could come with him to get his breakfast. After seeing the distress in her eyes he laughed amusedly.

“You have a curious mind my little sword.” He said getting to his feet.

“I shouldn’t.” She said standing up as well. “You’re trying to trick me, by making me like you.” She told him firmly.

“So it’s evil to be well informed now?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“Swords don’t need books. These have already brought me pain.” She said motioning to the ones just in front of her.

“Ignorance is the greatest evil of all. Whoever told you you had to stay ignorant was only trying to control you. Would you rather be happy or know the truth about the world?”

Hermione licked her lips looking around at the library once more. With a firm shake of her head she turned her back on the whole thing and crossed her arms. “I want to go back to my cell.”

“It’s time for breakfast.” He told her firmly. “You can either go on your two feet or be dragged behind me. I don’t really care which.”

She glared at him, as her anger at how she go to this room came back to her. “You had no right…” She started but he was on her in a flash.

His hand went directly for her mane of hair, jerking her head back so that she had to look up into his eyes. The other hand moved to the small of her back to hold her firmly against him.

“I have every right.” He told her much more seriously. “What will it take for you to understand that you belong to me now?” He asked her with all pretense of charm gone.

“I’ll never belong to you.” She told her firmly looking up into his dark hard eyes. They seemed as hard as the iron that formed her true body.

He looked down at her as if she were some alien being he was inspecting. He said nothing for what seemed like hours as he just looked down at her. “Why serve idiots and imbeciles Hermione?” He asked finally. “I can tell you have been imbued with true intelligence. With a true capability to understand the world. I wouldn’t be surprised that if you’d actually read any of these books you could form opinions and ideas about them. You could maybe even keep up with my own intellect. So why not serve an equal? Why serve only those who are less than you?”

“It isn’t about the size of their mind, but the size of their heart.” She told him stubbornly, though she had to admit his words put doubt in her.

“Hearts are fickle things that change over time. Look for a new quality.” He ordered.

She suddenly realized how close he’d been holding her all this time and couldn’t help the bit of pleasure that flared at the realization. He was right that he was the smartest man she’d ever met. She could tell by the books he’d back in his small living space. She could tell by the arguments he came up with to tempt her into serving him. Maybe Merlin had been smarter, she wasn’t sure exactly, but he hadn’t had the force of will Tom possessed.

A slow smiled formed on Tom’s face as he could see the way her thoughts sped her breathing. He gently tilted her head back a little more to expose her neck to him then leaned down and gave her skin a delicate kiss.

She let out a small gasp at the feel of lips on her. She couldn’t help but think of all the times she’d seen others do such things near her resting places. But no one had ever held her like this or kissed her.

“Please stop.” She said with much less force than she would have liked.

Tom pulled back to look down at her again. He studied her face for a moment, reddening with embarrassment and actually chuckled.

“In all the time you’ve been around, no man has actually touched you.” He said sounding a bit amazed by the revelation.

“I wasn’t made for such things.” She said as if that should be obvious. “Please let me go.”

He shook his head and chuckled again. “If you weren’t made for such things then why give you such a woman’s body?” Tom asked as he let his eyes look down the dress she wore.

“I was made plain so as not to attracted that kind of attention.” She told him factually.

He looked back into her eyes shaking his head. “No.” He told her simply. “You weren’t made traditionally beautiful so some man could keep you to himself. But you’re very striking in your own way, and add your intelligence makes you a tempting morsel indeed. I just wish you weren’t so ignorant.” He said stepping back. “Now I’m sure you’re hungry.” He said offering his arm in a rare show of gallantness.

She bit her lip in worry for a moment as if taking the arm was the first step into falling into his trap. When her stomach growled, she reminded herself that starving only made her weaker and took the offered arm.

As promised Tom wouldn’t let her eat anything that he didn’t feed her himself. Over the next couple of weeks she actually got used to the process. She found that giving into orders he made that didn’t really matter made her life easier. He made her spend hours in the library when he wasn’t around.

At first, she stubbornly ignored all the beautiful books on the shelves sure, that they would do more harm than good. After three days, she’d broken down as she thought about the way he looked at her when he called her ignorant.

After reading one, she quickly moved to a second and was devouring the knowledge of the books once she had a real taste for them. She realized her draw toward books had actually been a desire to know things, and she wanted to know everything.

It wasn’t long before they were having the debates and conversations he’d promised she would be up to and she had to admit it was the most satisfying life she’d ever experienced.

He never stopped being hard with her, but after seeing him with those he called friends and allies a few times she realized the charm he showed them was simply a mask he wore. He just didn’t feel the need for that mask with her, or maybe it was because he promised to never lie. It was after this discovery she started to enjoy his hardness, as if it were a special part of himself he showed no one else.

She was sitting in bed reading a book he had mentioned in a debate they’d had that day on Arithmancy when she felt a sudden coldness cover the room. She shivered and looked around the space to find Tom sitting at the desk. He had his feet up and was flipping through a book she’d left there the night before.

After a moment of wondering why he felt so odd she realized it wasn’t Tom at all, it only looked like him. “Who are you?” She asked the man with a frown.

The Tom twin looked up at her with a sly smile and it looked wrong on his face. “It’s interesting that this is the most appealing form the magic found for me.” He said getting to his feet and moving towards the bed. “Would you like to taste him without having to give in to him?” The creature asked with a purr.

“No.” She said moving back against the headboard as much as she could while the man moved onto the end crawling up towards her. “No.” She repeated more firmly.

He laughed and shook his head kneeling just at the end of her feet. “You know I thought you would be harder to break than this.” He said shaking his head. “But I guess intelligence dominate men are your weakness.” He added with a sigh.

“What are you talking about?” She asked not feeling as if she’d broken to anyone. It was true she was behaving, but it wasn’t like she was granting him access to the power of the sword.

“There’s a week left of my little bet and at this rate you’ll be begging to suck his cock by then.” The man said then licked his lips. “I could give you some lessons on that.” He added lewdly.

“I don’t know who you are but I want you to leave.” She said getting out of the bed as she could feel a crawling sensation over her skin just be being near him.

“I’m the one who gave him the sword. I’m the one who will have to grant him immortality if you break to his will.” The man said with a sigh. “I really don’t like losing a bet. I was counting on your virtue.” He said regretfully. “But failing that I thought maybe I could bribe you?”

“What are you talking about?” She asked frowning at the man.

“Give it a moment and I think you can figure it out on your own.” He said lying back comfortably in her bed.

She thought his words over and her frown only grew. “You’re saying you made a bet with Tom to grant him immortality if he could take control and wield me?” She asked to make sure she understood his remarks. “And now you think you’re going to lose that bet because you think I’ve nearly fallen to his will?”

“Exactly.” He said rolling onto his stomach. “Now what do you think would be a good enough reward to be able to keep you focused for the next week or so?”

“You want to cheat on your bet?” Hermione asked with a disapproving frown.

“I’m the Devil dear. I cheat. It’s who I am.” He said as if it was just simple fact.

“The Devil?” She asked her eyes widening as she took another step back.

“Yes darling, the Devil, and I want Tom Riddle’s soul.” The man said with a dark threatening tone.

“Wouldn’t you be getting it anyway?” Hermione asked crossing her arms over her chest. “He’s no angel.”

“Well…” The man started with a sigh. “No. For reasons I can’t really tell you I won’t be getting it if he doesn’t make the deal now.”

“Why can’t you tell me?” She asked, as her knew found hungry for knowledge got the better of her.

“Because linear beings such as yourself aren’t allowed to know the future.” He said with a smile.

“He becomes good?” She asked and then frowned at the hope in her voice.

The way the Devil laughed in response to the naive question made Hermione want to take it back.

“I can’t say what he does, but you can know his soul is no good to me until I can own it now.” He said once he calmed down enough to speak. “So my dear, what would you like?”

“You know you have nothing to offer me.” She said with a frown. “You have no dominion over me unless I fall to his will.” She told him and crossed her arms over her chest.

“You’ve fallen enough that I can help. Look at all this reading of forbidden knowledge. Oh dear you know better.” He said with a wide smile. “And if he fails I’ve control of you again and I can give you to whomever you wish.”

She frowned at the offer and bit her lower lip. “So if he doesn’t break me within the next week you’ll give me to whomever I choose?” She asked sounding interested.

“Yes.” The devil said with a widening smile.

“Well then you’ll have to wait and see if this plan of yours works.” She said knowing better than to make any kind of commitment with the devil.

“I’ll be waiting with baited breath.” He said happily before disappearing in a cold wind.
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