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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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Voldemort was furious for a multitude of reasons. Firstly, try as he might, he could not break into Dolohov's mind. He desperately needed to find those damn fairies, and fast.
But perhaps they havestopped me from accessing the man's thoughts, he thought and he knew this would explain why every time he tried to enter it he hit a wall. He wanted to tear Dolohov limb from limb and make him suffer for touching Hermione, but he couldn't.
But what really troubled Voldemort was that he couldn't figure out why he was so mad at Dolohov. He tried to convince himself that it was simply because the Death Eater had disobeyed his specific orders. He tried to tell himself the man must be crazy to have touched the girl after the incident at dinner a few nights ago. But no, he knew deep down it had nothing to do with either of these reasons.
How dare he touch what is mine? Every part of him screamed. How dare he touch her when I laid claim to her myself, gave her my protection and made it quite clear that she was my prisoner? How much clearer do I need to be?
The man would pay for touching what was his, and he would pay soon. It was just a matter of getting what he needed from him first, and then he would pay.
In two days he would go to see the fairies with his Death Eater, and perhaps the girl. He couldn't make up his mind about that. He shouldn't care so much about Hermione. Caring was a human trait, and that was a weakness. Emotions were weak, and Lord Voldemort was not weak.
Yet he was drawn yet again to the window in his study. He gazed out into the gardens where Hermione was currently having her lessons with Mrs Malfoy, and shook his head. He couldn't stop looking at her, couldn't stop thinking about her, and couldn't seem to remove the useless papers from his once pristine desk.

Out in the garden, Hermione sighed in exasperation. "What is the point of all this? I mean, it's not like I'll be using any of it."
Narcissa sighed. "For the millionth time, Hermione, yes, you will," she insisted. "There's going to be a ball in a week or so, and you will be expected to attend."
Hermione was furious. "Why should I go to some ball? I'm a prisoner, not a house guest."
Narcissa put her hands on the girl's shoulders and squeezed. "My dear, try to understand. This is your life now. You are practically a Malfoy. As my surrogate daughter, you must attend. Accept that this is something you cannot change."
Hermione screamed at her, "I don't want this! I want to go home!" She sprang up out of her chair and started to pace, throwing a full-on tantrum.

Voldemort heard the commotion and returned to his window. He had to admit the scene that met his eyes was quite amusing. There Hermione stood, screaming at Narcissa with her arms flailing around her as she paced back and forth. He could see hot, angry tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. Stupid girl.

"Hermione, please understand, you can't go home. You have no home to go to."
She froze as she looked at the older woman. In a mere whisper, she asked, "What do you mean?"
Narcissa's eyes were full of concern and sadness. "Like I said, you're friends believe you to be dead, and your parents… well, they were killed. We were sent to find them, my dear, but they were in the hospital after a terrible car accident. Your mother was killed instantly on impact, according to the doctor, and your father passed away shortly after I spoke to him."
Hermione covered her ears, unable to hear any more. She ran off through the gardens with tears flowing freely from her eyes. Somewhere near the center of the rose maze, she collapsed on one of the benches with her head in her lap. She had lost everything.
I have nothing! This is such a losing battle, how can I possibly take any more?
She cried so hard her head pounded with pain.

Voldemort, who could still see everything that was going on, decided he needed to speak to the girl. He went outside and into the rose maze, intent on finding her.

Hermione was so lost in her grief that she didn't hear the person walking up to her. She felt warm arms wrap around her, and looked up into Narcissa's eyes.
"Hermione, dear, I am so sorry. We tried to save him, but we couldn't. He and I spoke before he passed away. Would you like to see?"
Hermione nodded, and allowed Narcissa to pull the memory to the front of her mind. Touching Narcissa's arm, Hermione dove into the older woman's mind.
Her eyes widened at the scene she saw. Her father lay in a hospital bed, completely covered in bandages. His face was so bruised she almost didn't recognize him. She watched as Narcissa slowly approached him.
"Mr Granger?" she asked, and her father looked up and nodded. She watched as Narcissa took a deep breath and said, "What happened to you?"
Her father's eyes began to water. "A drunk driver crashed right into us. My wife died right away and I… I don't have much time left."
Narcissa placed her hand on his comfortingly.
"Who are you?" he asked as he looked up at her.
"My name is Narcissa Malfoy," she explained. "My son attended Hogwarts with your daughter. I know that her friends have informed you that she is dead, but she isn't. She has been under my care in secret. She is safe, and I know that she really wanted you to know that."
Mr Granger took a deep breath. "Thank God she is all right. I was so worried." His heart began to slow down, and he grabbed Narcissa's hand. "Please look after my darling Hermione, Mrs Malfoy. Keep her safe, and raise her as your own."
Narcissa nodded. "I will. I promise."
"Thank you," he said with a smile. "Tell my little angel that we love her very much. And that we are proud of her, no matter what choices she makes. We will always be proud of her." He closed his eyes, and Hermione barely heard the last words he whispered. "Stay safe, my little bugaboo."
Hermione pulled herself out of Narcissa's memory. Her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't believe it. She had always expected her parents to be murdered by Voldemort or a Death Eater, not die in a Muggle way.
Reaching over, she squeezed Narcissa's hand, and said, "Thank you."
The two sat in silence together, and then they heard another set of footsteps coming towards them.
Hermione looked up and saw Tom coming around the corner. He looked at them, and then turned to Lady Malfoy. "Leave us."
She bowed as she backed away, and said, "Yes, my Lord."
Narcissa sent Hermione one last concerned glance before she walked away. Tom sat down beside the girl, and they an awkward silence.
"What's going to happen to me?" Hermione finally asked him.
Tom looked a bit surprised, as though he'd thought she would say something else. He cleared his throat, and said, "Well, you are to stay here, under mine and Narcissa's care, regardless of what you want."
Hermione shook her head as she scooted away from him. "Why? What I want is something that should matter."
He scoffed at that notion. "Well it doesn't. Just because I've given you freedom doesn't mean you don't have to follow my orders. I am the one in charge."
Hermione stood as fury coursed through her whole body. He attempted to enter her mind, to understand what she was feeling, and Hermione was shocked.
I didn't expect him to try again,especially after what happened last time. The fool.
Her anger gave her strength, and she pushed him from her mind with ease before she smiled at him. "Is that everything?"
His eyes turned to slits, and in that moment he truly looked like the snake he was. "Stupid little Mudblood! Watch your mouth."
"Make me!" she exclaimed, rebelliously.
To say that Lord Voldemort was furious would have been a serious understatement. "You will obey me, whether you like it or not!" he told her. He smirked, knowing what he was about to do. He lunged at her and grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back.
Hermione struggled against him, but she knew it was hopeless.
Voldemort revelled in the way she squirmed against him. He pressed his wand into the back of her neck and muttered, "Serpens Occupo!"
Searing heat burned into her neck as Hermione screamed. It felt as if something was there, something that shouldn't be. It hurt to touch, and felt exactly like a…
"No!" she gasped.
Tom's eyes glittered with emotion. "Relax, you silly girl. It's not a Dark Mark, but you have been marked, nonetheless." He stepped away from her. "Let this be a reminder to you that you are under my care and my orders." He turned, leaving the garden without sparing her a second glance.
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