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Timeless Pet	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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He watched as she sent the little Hufflepuff back to her dorm crying. It had been a test of course to see how she would react to the fact he was with another woman. His little pet had surpassed expectations. The delicious anger still radiating off her was intoxicating.
“What is your problem pet? Jealous?” Tom asked with a knowing smile.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. “You wish Riddle. I’m just tired.” She said walking back to her own dorm. With the sharp slam of her door he couldn’t help but smile. He was getting to her, and it was only their first night living so close together.
Over the next few weeks he decided to play things straight, if he pressed her too fast he was sure she’d just dig her heels in just to be stubborn. It wasn’t as if she was his only project.
Several years ago, he’d found one of the entrances into the Chamber of Secrets. There, in his free time, he studies the texts of his ancestor. There was one secret he was still working on releasing, and it had taken him longer than he would have liked. He was sure he’d have already found the way to free Slytherin's favorite pet if his own didn’t keep such a good eye on him.
It was a Saturday afternoon when he finally had a breakthrough. He was in the small office of the chamber reading one of Salazar’s many notebooks when he came upon a passage about the ancient snake. He smiled as he skimmed the words and then leapt from his seat to try the incantation found within.
He dropped the book in the large chamber with the sculpture of his ancestor and spoke the words of summoning from the book. For a moment nothing happened, then ever so slowly Salazar’s eyes opened. They were as green as the House crest and it took Tom a moment to realize they were about to spray him with something. He dodged out of the way, but the book he had been reading got doused in the green liquid. It melted and turned to sludge before his eyes.
“No!” He yelled as he lost his first lead in a year. He glared up to Slytherin’s face. “You’ll not best me in the end old man.” Tom told the stone before deciding he needed some air.
It was just after midday when he made his way back up to the castle proper. He walked the halls casually, his hands in his pockets as if he was just enjoying the free day. Only the few that really knew him would be able to see the subtle signs of his anger.
“Something wrong Tom?” Well someone who really knew him or a fool who didn’t know when to keep his nose out of things.
“Fine Professor.” Tom said with a smile spread wide. “Just enjoying the day.” He lied smoothly.
“Of course, I don’t know how I’d misread that.” Professor Dumbledore said with a knowing gaze. “Carry on.”
He was heading down to lunch when a pair of Slytherins came up to him and bowed deeply. “My Lord.” The older one addressed him respectfully. “We were following her as you asked….” He paused and glanced up to his leader.
“But?” He asked coldly, feeling his anger rising as this worm was about to make an excuse to him.
“Well she went into her dorm and we really couldn’t spy on her there.” The younger one said quickly.
His mood lightened slightly. “Oh. Is that all? I don’t really care what she does in her dorm.” He said thinking she was most likely studying. The girl was obsessed; had to read every word in the book, had to complete every assignment she was given. He smiled at the idea of giving her his own assignments.
“The only thing is my Lord, she isn’t alone.” The older one said and Voldemort could hear him holding his breath.
“What? What embolic would ever think it was safe to go back to that mudblood’s dorm alone with her?” He asked his minion, his voice deadly calm.
The two students exchanged looks and both took a step back at Tom’s demeanor. “His name is Rubeus Hagrid, he’s a fourth year Gryffindor my Lord.”
“The half breed?” Tom asked remembering the fool from his sorting. It was hard not to remember a first year that was already as tall as most of the professors.
“Yes my Lord.” The younger of the two nodded.
“I’ll handle this myself.” Voldemort told them before turning to go back to the dorm he shared with Hermione.
Didn’t she know by now that she belonged to him? Why would she think it was okay for her to be alone with another man, let alone some half-breed that wasn’t fit to be going to this school.
When Tom got to the door to their common room he composed himself, he couldn’t let her know how this affected him, or she’d have power. No, he needed to act his usual calm and charming self.
He opened the door and glanced around the room casually. The door to her room was open and he could hear them in there speaking. He glanced inside and saw the two of them sitting on the floor with a few books spread out around them.
After making sure neither of them had noticed him, he spent some time watching the exchange. Her posture was straight, and he could see she was completely focused on the subject matter and not the oaf sitting next to her. But the oaf was another matter. He was blushing something fierce, stumbling over his words as he tried desperately to impress her.
“You two know that lunch is almost over?” Tom asked after he’d decided his best plan of attack.
The half breed jumped at the sound of his voice knocking a bottle of ink over. Tom schooled his face to only show concern for their well-being.
“Oh, yeah?” The tall boy asked as she tried to clean the mess. “Eh best be going then. Thank you so much Hermione.” He said as she took the bottle from his hand and put the ink back into its container with a wave of her wand.
“We can talk more about it tomorrow Rubeus.” She said as she set a gentle hand on the oaf’s arm. The moron left in a rush as Hermione continued to tidy things up.
“So your cronies told you I was in here with a boy and you’d to come rush to break it up?” She asked looking up at him with an almost amused smile.
“My cronies?” Tom asked with amusement.
“Don’t try and deny it Riddle, I spotted then following me around ages ago. I know they must be yours.” She said shaking her head and heading to exit her room. Tom shifted so that he was in her way.
“Call me Tom, or Master, or anything more…personal.” He said looking down at her as she glared up at him.
“Let me through Riddle, I wanted to go to lunch.” She said trying to move past him as he just shifted back into her way.
“I wish you’d just relax around me a little.” He said as let his anger show a bit now that they were alone.
Instead of backing up like the Slytherins had done she looked him in the eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “Tom Riddle you get out of my way right this moment or I’ll…” She was cut off as he leaned in and took her lips in an angry kiss.
His hands moved to her small waist and he pulled her body against his in a rough embrace. He held her with bruising force, putting all his anger, all his true self into the kiss. Instead of being scared away, as most of the women he’d let see this side of him did, she actually pressed herself back against him. She kissed him back with just as much anger and fire as he felt.
His anger had always burned cold, but hers, it burned hotter than he’d ever felt before. It was like holding a raging inferno and he knew he’d to have more. Their kiss was more of a heated lust filled battle and he didn’t wish for it to ever end.
When she finally pulled loose from him she was breathless and glaring. “What was that for?” She asked angrily, with an edge of something else.
He smiled at her, tasting blood and realized she must have bitten his lip. His hand moved up to touch the small wound delighted that his pet could meet him move for move.
“I needed to let off some stress, seems so did you.” Tom told her with a wink. “Would you like to join me in my room and we can continue this pleasure?”
“Not if you were the last man on earth!” She snapped before pushing past him. She headed out of their dorm at almost a run. He thought she was running from what pleasure that moment between them had brought. Now that she’d tasted it, she’d be back. Now that he’d tasted it, he’d to assure she’d be his, forever.
Filled with a new energy Tom headed back down to the Chamber of Secrets and decided to look over his own notes. His tongue played over the split in his lip as he read, every time he tasted the blood and felt the small edge of pain he thought of his beautiful pet and what she’d be like once she gave herself completely over to that fire burning inside of her.
After a few more hours of study he realized what had been the problem with his first incantation. A wide smile spread across his lips and he shook his head at his own misjudgment.
He got to his feet more slowly this time, and headed back out into the main room. He found the correct place he should stand and moved into a proud and stiff posture. He spoke the words with an older cadence to the words, one that would have been more fitting in Salazar’s time. When all was still he promised himself if he freed the Basilisk tonight he’d take his reward in Hermione’s bed. A moment later the mouth of the giant statue’s opened, a large tongue like snake slithered free.
Once he’d given his new pet its orders he went to get some food from the kitchen. He’d gone most of the day without eating, and if he were to keep that silent promise he’d need his strength.
When he got back to their dorm, it was empty. He sat on the sofa in the common room and ate from the basket of treats the elves had made him. He thought about the kiss he’d shared with his mudblood. The passion she’d shown him was undeniable, and she was fooling herself if she thought he was going to leave her alone after one taste.
His mind started to work over the best way in which he could manipulate her into seeing what she already wanted from him. He wanted to be invited into her bed tonight and he was sure there was a way to achieve his goal.
He wondered if this was what love was like, but shook his head at the silly thought. His pet had a pleasing form, and a pleasing mind. No, he just enjoyed playing with her in different ways from his other projects. He liked the way she saw through his charm, and pretty face. He enjoyed it more that she saw him for what he really was, and didn’t quiver in fear either. He was sure one day he’d break her and then have to dispose of her, but today he could just have his fun.
Tom was startled out of his thoughts as she opened the door in front of him. He hadn’t exactly finished his planning as he’d let his mind wonder. With a shake of his head he smiled at her. He couldn’t show that she was somewhat of a distraction to him.
Hermione looked around their shared room and frowned. “No visitors tonight?” She asked when she realized they were alone once again.
“Must we play these games? I thought after this afternoon we could be honest with one another.” He said lazing back onto the sofa as he met her eyes. Her cheeks flushed and that only made him smile more.
“This afternoon was a mistake.” She said standing with her back ramrod straight.
Tom sighed and rolled his eyes at her. “We’ve been playing around each other for years pet. I know you’re bright, so you must see how much of a match we’re.” He told her as he got to his feet. “Just think of what we could accomplish together?” He asked stepping into her personal space.
She narrowed her eyes and held her ground as she looked up at his taller form. “What sort of things would those be?” She asked tightly. “We both know our goals couldn’t be near the same.”
“What gave you that idea?” He asked his hand moving to rest of her hip.
“Maybe the fact that you’re evil incarnate and I want to help and protect people.” She said bluntly.
“Evil incarnate am I?” He asked with amusement. “Evil is a subjective term and you just used it as if it were objective.” He told her echoing an argument she’d used long ago. “Define what you mean by ‘evil’.”
She held her breath and blushed as he remembered the conversation they’d had when they first met. “You don’t care for anyone but yourself. You’re willing to hurt others to get your way. You don’t care about what the cost could be, that’s evil.” She told him firmly.
He settled a second hand on her waist and nodded as she spoke. “So, join me and be my...conscience.” He told her as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Tell me what costs are worth paying.”
As his hot breath brushed over the small hairs of her neck she shivered. “Do you think your band of goons would ever actually accept that?” She asked him more breathlessly still fighting herself.
“Let me worry about them, you’re the only woman remotely worthy of me, and we both know it.” He told her before he let his lips lightly brush against her skin. ‘And I suspect I’m the only man who’ll ever be able to keep your interest.”
“What do you want Tom?” She asked as she was obviously trying hard to keep her composure.
“What I’ve always wanted.” He said as he teased her earlobe with his tongue, gently and soft. “I told you a long time ago that I want you. Did you not believe me?”
“What about my bloodline?” She asked, she was obviously trying to upset herself more than him.
A hand moved into the thick waves of her hair, he grasped it sharply and jerked her head back so she was forced to look into his eyes. She gasped and her eyes widened in pleasure he was sure she didn’t even understand. “If you’re mine that’s all that matters. Give in my sweet little pet.”
She was shaking in his arms until the very end. Her eyes suddenly changed into a glare once again. “Sweet?” She asked making a face that seem disgusted with the word.
He laughed at her reaction and shook his head. “You’re right, sweet isn’t the word for you. How about fierce, and wild?” Tom suggested, still holding onto her locks tightly.
She closed her eyes and he could see her doing mental calculations on her best course of action. He smirked amused for a moment before he pulled her against him and took her lips in a new breathless kiss. He couldn’t have her damned logic getting in the way of what he wanted when he was so very close.
When he felt her relax in his arms a bit he pulled back to look into her eyes once again. “Hermione, stop thinking about tomorrow” he said brushing her cheek with the side if his hand. “Let’s just enjoy tonight.”
She was breathless from the kiss and she couldn’t help but shiver at his touch. She looked up into his eyes for a long moment; since she didn’t try to pull away, he decided to allow it this time.
“Tonight would mean nothing.” She said boldly as her face turned pink once again. “And if you told anyone, anyone at all, I’d make you sorry.” She said in a tone that he believed.
“So do you want a taste before you agree to my terms?” He asked as his finger tightened in her hair. “If that’s what you want we play under my terms.”
“Your terms?” She asked with a frown.
“You say the word mercy and everything will stop, but that’s the only power you’ll have tonight.” He told her as he let a cold smile settle on his lips. He wanted her to see him as he really was, he wanted this woman to be the one he didn’t pretend with. The look she gave him at his offer made his pants tighten, he could see his own excitement reflected in her eyes.
She said nothing, but the look was all he needed to know that she wanted this as much as he did. Tom nodded to himself as all sorts of depraved delights ran through his head. He planned to enjoy every moment of this night as if it would be the only time he’d ever taste her.
“Now let’s get a little more comfortable pet.” He told her before guiding her back into her room by a fist full of her hair. He wasn’t too rough; he just used it as a lead and a way to keep her body close to his.
“Tom!” She gasped as she stumbled over her feet. The answer her was a hard jerk of her neck.
“Tonight you’ll call me Lord.” He told her as his excitement pulsed with the idea. Her growl only made him want it more. “Do you’ve something to say pet?” He asked turning her head back to face him. “Only one word.”
“No, my Lord.” She said, but her voice still held the note of strong defiance.
“You agreed to this rather quickly.” He reminded her as his free hand ran down her neck to start unbuttoning her shirt at the collar. “How long have you wanted me pet?”
She whimpered and shook her head, not wishing to answer the question.
“That long humm? I suspected as much.” Tom spoke as if she’d answered clearly. “This is taking too long.” He growled at how much clothes she was wearing. “Stand perfectly still or you’ll get hurt.” He told her before stepping back and withdrawing his wand.

With exact wand movements he started to cut away pieces of her clothes. To her credit, she didn’t move an inch as fabric fell away from her.
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