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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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A/N- As always I want to send a huge thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome beta! This is the last chapter to this odd little story. I hope everyone enjoys!

The next morning Hermione let herself be led to a small dining room. She was distracted by everything she’d learned the night before. When a chair was pulled out for her she sat down without even noticing who was in the room.

Whom would she want to serve if she had her choice? This thought was repeated in her head all through the night. Glancing up at the table when she got hungry, she noticed they had company for the first time.

Usually, even though she knew this wasn’t Tom’s house, they had seemed to have the run of it as if they were really the only ones there. Today though there sat four others besides Tom.

Tom was smirking at her in the way that said he was amused by something she did. Everyone else was looking at her expectantly as well.

“What?” She asked feeling as if she’d been caught in some kind of trap. Tom chuckled to himself still amused for some reason and the man across from her sat up a bit straighter before glaring at her.

“I asked if you’ve been enjoying your stay in my home.” The white haired man pressed as if he wasn’t used to being tuned out so easily.

“It’s a nice enough prison I guess. Though I do like the library.” She said then frowned as she looked at the woman she’d met before. “I thought this was your home?” She asked a bit confused.

“Celeste is my wife. This is our home.” The man answered for her. “I hadn’t realized you’d met.”

She turned back to the first man and nodded. “Oh yes, she was trying to…” Hermione started when Tom moved forward and stuffed a piece of food in her mouth.

“She was being a helpful hostess by making sure your guest was comfortable.” Tom answered for her and she realized he’d been worried she would say something else. She remembered the way Celeste had shifted when speaking of Tom and wondered if they were lovers suddenly.

She frowned at the thought as an unrecognized feeling welled in her gut. She chewed her fruit and narrowed her eyes at Tom. Then she swallowed and said stubbornly. “More like she was seeking the your Lord’s favor.” She said before she could be forced to shut up.

“The Malfoys are very loyal to the cause.” Tom said before anything else could be taken from her tone.

In a defiant mood at the moment she turned to see who else was sitting with them and found two other men around Tom’s age. One was overly thin giving his face an almost skeletal look. He had sandy blond hair and a scowl on his lips. The other man had black hair like Tom; an easy smile crossed his lips when he saw her take notice of him.

“Rynard Lestrange.” He introduced himself with a polite nod. “And this is Edward Avery.” He added motioning to the man sitting next to him.

It was then she noticed the oddness of how everyone was sitting. Tom as at the head of the table which seemed perfectly normal, but everyone besides her was sitting on the other side. It seemed to her that at least one of the men should be seated next to her to make things more even.

“Rynard would you care to sit over here?” She asked giving the man a pleasant smile back. “It seems if we’re dining together it would make conversation easier.”

It looked as if the man was about to agree when Tom cut in for him. “Lestrange is fine where he is.” He said a touch of warning to his voice. She wondered if the warning was meant for her, but when she looked to Tom she saw the stare he was giving the other man.

“Thank you anyway m’lady.” He said with a tight tone, not nearly as at ease as a moment before.

Hermione turned to Tom and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know why you’re being like that.” She said not about to keep her mouth shut. “I’m sure he would never try and take my power.” She said with a glare. She knew that was all Tom wanted anyway.

“I agree but every aspect of you is mine. My servants know not to touch my things.” Tom said in a tone that made everyone but Hermione shift uncomfortably.

“Well there are parts of me that are not a thing. There are parts of me that are a woman, maybe Rynard would like to get to know those. You seem to not need any further attention in that area.” She said not looking at Celeste who was sinking into her seat a bit.

“Everyone out.” Tom commanded and his servants seemed to run from the room as if it were on fire. Hermione was smart enough to know he didn’t mean her.

Once they were completely alone she reached for another slice of fruit as if nothing was off. He grabbed her wrist before she could get close and pulled her from the seat. “You will not talk to me like that ever again.” He said in a harsh tone.

“I was just pointing out the truth.” She said glaring up at him.

“Ah.” He started pulling her against him so he could glare right back at her. “I didn’t realize you were finding your bed cold at night.” He said in a tone of mock sympathy. “Well we will just have to do something about that.”

“Don’t you dare!” She said as he turned her easily and bent her over the table in front of them.

“Tell me, what kind of sexual tastes does a sword have? Do you even know?” He asked obviously remembering her saying no man had gave her that kind of attention.

“I’m serious Tom I don’t want you like this.” She said struggling against his hold.

He let her go at her words and was smiling at her with a self-satisfied look as she fixed her dress. “What?” She snapped still angry with him.

“How would you like me then?” He asked catching onto the meaning of her words more quickly than even she had.

“I mean I don’t want you at all.” She corrected herself but blushed when he stepped into her space.

“You wouldn’t have been jealous if you didn’t want me Hermione, are you lying to me?” He asked mockingly.

“All you want is to break me any way you can so that I can give you my power. All you want is to win your stupid bet!” She snapped not wishing to admit her own hurt feelings.

“She told you.” Tom said with a growl as he forced her to look up at him.

“Who?” She asked confused by his question.

“The devil woman told you about our bet.” He said firmly seeming angry again, but not at her.

“He called himself the devil, but he wasn’t a woman.” She admitted not wishing to tell Tom he took on his form.

“So you know what’s on the line for me.” He said sounding annoyed. He didn’t seem to like showing weakness. “You understand why you have to give in.”

She frowned and looked away from him. “It isn’t like you’re doing much with your soul now.” She pointed out stiffly.

He chuckled and made her look at him again. “No other man will ever see you the way I see you.” He told her with such certainty that it made her almost believe him.

“You only see the power I can give you. That’s what all men see.” She countered coldly.

“No Hermione, you’re more now.” He told her keeping contact with her eyes. “You are the promise of something I wouldn’t have even figured out I needed for another few hundred years.”

She frowned not understanding.

“Owning you, having you at my side as I move timelessly on through eternity, this will keep my interest. It will fight the boredom that I realize now will one day consume me. You’re a very important part to my future plans.”

She couldn’t understand why she felt light hearted at his words.

“So what way do you want me Hermione?” He asked the question again catching her off guard.

“I’m hungry.” She said instead of answering him.

He nodded and fed her bits of breakfast, always keeping himself close as if his heat and smell would turn her to his side if nothing else did.

Through the week they continued their debate on what it meant to be worthy of her power and inch-by-inch Hermione started to understand his point of view.

With his knowledge to guide her, she started to see the evil of man. How everyone was really the same and that those who called themselves good were lying to themselves as much as they lied to others. It explained so much of her history and past disappointments.

Whenever they were together, he gave her undivided attention, and when he’d to work on other plans, he let her have the run of the Manor as if it was his to give.

She started to read about subjects on her own, things he didn’t direct her towards. She was careful to never show him her own projects. There was a heady feeling to having things to do that had nothing to do with her Master, and he didn’t even ask when he’d catch her reading books he didn’t recognize.

There were only minutes left until the end of the bet when he entered the library that night. She looked up from her reading and left the book open on the table she’d been using as a desk.

He carried her sword with a gloved hand and looked so tired as he set it on the table. “I meant to come sooner.” Tom said looking between her and the sword. “Today hasn’t gone well; I suspect the devil had a hand in it.” He said sitting down in one of the large comfortable leather chairs. He patted his lap obviously trying till the last moment to tempt her into becoming his.

Hermione shook her head and stepped back from the table she was working at.

“Tell me you haven’t actually enjoyed belonging to me? I’ve treated you better than any that came before me.” He said firmly.

“In some ways.” She agreed.

“Than give yourself to me Hermione. While there is still time. Who knows who you’ll end up with after tonight.”

“I can’t.” She said honestly, as she looked at the man she’d grown to respect over the last month together.

“She knows exactly who she’ll end up with.” A woman said with a broad smile as she appeared on Tom’s lap.

He sneered and got up to dump the woman on the floor. “Don’t touch me.” He said moving towards Hermione’s side of the room.

“Once I own your soul you’ll change that tune of yours.” The Devil purred as she gave Tom a lecherous look.

“I will never want you to touch me.” Tom said sounding sickened by the very idea.

“And yet you still have a place as my pool boy in hell.” She said with a smirk as she stood and looked to Hermione. “He only has a minute left. Do you know who you wish to belong to once he’s mine?”

“Yes and no.” Hermione said and suddenly felt the tug as he pulled her back against his hard chest.

“There’s still time to give herself to me Hermione. You don’t know how blissful I’ll make your life if you just bend to my will.” Tom said desperately.

“Ignore him Hermione. Tell me what you want.” The woman said with a friendly smile. “Who will you belong to after tonight?”

Hermione blinked between the two of them for a moment before smiling sweetly back at the woman. “Tom Riddle.” She said as if that was the only answer it could be.

“No. No it’s too late for that.” The Devil said sounding a bit panicked. “He can’t have you.”

“He’s had me for days.” Hermione answered honestly as the clock struck midnight.

“Why? Why give in when you could have anyone?” She growled moving towards them, her form transitioning from one of temptation to one of intimidation. Her skin hardened and came a deep red as she took the first step.

Tom’s arms held her even more tightly against him. “Because of this. Tom, choose your weapon: the sword, or the book.” She said pointing to the books, he had left open on the table in front of them

With a quick glance to both, Tom moved around her and read the passage she’d provided. He smiled as he looked to a decorative looking box sitting near by and grinned fully as he looked back to her. She’d never seen so much lust in his eyes.

In his next move, he turned to the demon now changing to a much more bestial form than either of them has seen before. He raised his wand and spoke the incantation from the page.

“Ego daemonium caperent in potestate mea!”

Winds came from nowhere and the box opened on its own. The demon before them understood too late, what had been prepared for her arrival. A thick black fog rose like grasping hands and pulled the creature towards its new prison. The Devil screamed in fury and pain as it was pulled into the box.

When the box finally snapped closed, Tom looked back to his new pet with actual respect and surprise in his eyes.

“If we’re going to do this there are going to be some rules.” She said in her usual stubborn tone.

He took the step closer closing the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her smaller frame. “The Master makes the rules.” He said in his own serious tone.

“I’m not playing nice anymore.” She said as he lowered his lips towards her.

“Nice? You killed me the first day we met.” He pointed out.

“You survived.” She got out before he took her lips in a crushing kiss. His hand moved up to grasp a handful of her hair as he showed her exactly who would answer to whom.

The End.
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