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Fated	By : Cle Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 14585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I awake disoriented, a heavy object pressed into my throat, I jump awake hands clenching my throat, fearing that I was being strangled. My hands brush across intricate scales, the warmed metal throbbing as if alive. I cry silently as memories flood back to me. I stifle a sob as I remember being dragged underwater by a massive snake and thrust unto the freezing sandy shore… failing Harry and Ron. I release a ragged breath. I remember begging Voldemort to kill me, bile rises in my throat.
I sat up taking in my surroundings. I’m in a massive bed. Imagine three king-sized beds together. The sheets are a cool emerald
green silk, they glisten like scales as I slowly peer under the covers. My eyes bulge at my attire. That… that SNAKE. I lay in a flowing sheer ivory gown, as thin as air. Mortified as I stare at my darkened nipples through the sheer material. I sob a low guttural moan. I was not prepared for this. I’ve never done more than kiss Harry! We… wanted to wait till after the war…I think?… I can’t remember why we never had sex. We love each other... I rub my temples; my head was getting fuzzy. I walked right into his trap and now I’m lying in …his… bed. I freeze with realization. I stop breathing and slowly get out of Voldemort’s bed…I refuse to sleep there. I’m literally in the enemy’s bed. What would Harry…. trying to hold back tears I quickly wrap the emerald sheet tighter. I must find them I think with determination as I take in my surroundings.
The room itself is made entirely out of dark black marble. Fissures of pure silver scattered randomly throughout the vast room’s columns and ceiling. It was beautiful, like a silvered forest, I grudgingly admit. It was a cold beautiful, however… like its master… our master, I realize with tears in my eyes. I’m stuck an eternity with him, my nightmare. Being Fae is really…I lurch in fear! The pearl! Where was it!? I panic quietly, not wanting to alert anybody… Suddenly I feel a warm pop in my right fist. I slowly unclench my hand and I gasp in surprise, the tiny pearl from the mysterious women appeared in my palm, unbelievable. This must be some magic Fae power ... I wonder… I hold my palm out in concertation. Seconds pass and I finally blow out in frustration, of course, I won’t be able to summon my wand. Wait, can I even use my wand? My heart sinks, like he will even give me one. I need to get to Harry and Ron, as long as they are safe then I shall live this unending hell with a glimmer of hope. I silently will the pearl to vanish and come forth, it complies with my wishes. Excellent I think as I vanish the pearl once more.
Across from of the massive bed in a huge roaring fire with two armchairs the color of silver and black furnishings. In the center of the room rested a beautifully tiled massive snake, the tiled snake was a swirl of iridescent greens and silvers a perfect complement to the smooth black marble flooring. The coiled snake moved ever so slightly as if it was taking a nap. I guess I’m truly in the snake pit I think dryly. My eyes continue to search the room, on the right side are two double doors and massive marble bookcases on each side of those doors. I glance upwards and notice that the right side extends to another level and contains a vast personal library. I involuntarily licked my lips. Focus Hermione, I growl. The left side has a smaller set of doors and a soft glow emits from underneath, that would most likely lead out. I’m carefully put more pressure on my right foot until I realize that I can put my entire weight down with no pain. Across from the roaring fireplace is an armoire made of glassed silver. I walk over to it with baited breath, I swing open the elegant handle and view a single garment. It’s a beautiful maroon floor length dress with long sleeves, I peer closer and observe that it's interwoven with gold thread, making it glitter in the candlelight. I quickly change into it deciding to forgo the gold heels for practicality. I observe my reflection in the large silver mirror in the center of the room, apparently, It was also very form fitting I fume. You could make out the subtle curves of my breast and nipples. The material hugs my body like paint clings to an artists skin. The front had a plunging neckline that stopped below my sternum, the lower part flowed out like petals. The golden serpent around my throat stands out in stark contrast to my waist length wild curls. I truly looked like a captured fae princess. I feel sick… seriously, what’s with all the symbolism? He continues to rub my defeat in my face. I turn and head to the door on the left, emitting the soft glow. I stare in the corridor listening for anything. I turn right and see a dead end, the same black and silver marble stretching onwards on both sides.
“Left I go” I mutter as I turn to head toward the winding left corridor. Every so often I come to a dark wooden door, every single one locked. I sigh as I know I’m continuing to play into his hand, what I really want to do is go back to his bed and hide under the covers. I’m scared of my new position in this world, and I dread to see what has become of Harry and Ron, Although I’m almost certain that Voldemort would have waited to kill them until I was awake, mainly so he could enjoy my misery.
“Sociopath” I gruff as I continue to trek onwards, The marble floor is frigid against my bare feet, but I'm soundless and that's what I need. The left corridor slowly begins ascending upwards until I reach a giant archway etched with tiny snakes. I began to hear voices as I near the end, staying close to the arch columns.
“My Lord, everything is prepared for tomorrow night”, says a pompous voice, obviously a Malfoy I think
“Excellent”, drawls Prime Minister Riddle.
I tense up at the voice, remembering the past horrors. I turn my head and peek around the corner.
We are in the Chamber of Secrets.
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Has Voldemort made Hogwarts his home base?
We've heard rumors of massive construction projects happening at Hogwarts but to add additional quarters? Where does his narcissism end? I'm pulled from my thoughts when I hear my name.
"My Lord, did you still desire for me to check on Miss Granger's condition?" asked Snape. I quickly turn back around the black marble column, my heart thumping loudly in my constricted chest. I swallow the lump tightly. I begin to dread facing Riddle again. I will most likely have nightmares forever because of that night. I shudder as the bridge of my nose begins to sweat.
" I don't think that will be necessary Severus, Hermione, come to me, honestly my dear I can smell the fear wafting from you."
I widen my eyes in fear… Okay, get it together… 3…2..1. I gracefully glide around the column and continue walking towards Riddle. I enter what I presume is the throne room. The closer I saunter over to Riddle the more I can feel his magic. I tighten my fist to my side. The throne room is vast and ominous, both sides are lined with snakehead pillars covered in black marble, they illuminate the path in an eerie glow. There's not much in the room except a huge strip of black and silver marble flooring with a huge silver throne at the end. That’s where Riddle lounges lazily upon it, his eyes stare at me, his smirk widens as he sees the emerald sheets I have clung to my body. He raises his wand and the sheet vanishes, leaving me in the form-fitting blood red dress. I glare at him but keep my head up. I finally reach the end of the long walk. Lucius Malfoy and Professor Snape stand to the left of their Lord Voldemort. Snape yes me warily, taking in my transformation. Malfoy stares at my body, desire in his eyes, My face reddens in embarrassment as I return my gaze to Tom Riddle. He sits leaning forward in all black, he stares at my form hungrily before rising and slowly stepping off the dais. I hold my gaze as my heart beats loudly.
I began to feel the tendrils of his magic and I stiffen in fear. Tom Riddle finally reaches me and my knees weaken... he eyes me with a strange glint in his eyes, his magic caresses my core. I almost moan right there, what is wrong with me? I gasp loudly. Riddle towers over me looking down as he tilts my chin up. I don't break eye contact as he stares for a few seconds before frowning.
" Leave us now" is all he says.
"Yes Lord" They both ring out as they disapparate from the chamber.
Riddle tightens his grip on my chin and I grimace.
“How Hermione?…why can’t I delve into your mind anymore? He asks slowly, observing my reactions. My eyes flash open in shock. He can’t read my mind anymore! Somehow... maybe being half Fae has something to do with him not being able to penetrate my mind! He will never know my plans for helping Harry and Ron escape. Relief washes through my eyes. Riddle apparently doesn’t need mind reading because he observes these emotions as they pass through my golden orbs, mainly the relief. He lets go of my chin gently, rubbing his thumb over my lips. I hold my gaze, not as afraid anymore.
“ No matter, once we have completed the bond I will have complete control.” Says Riddle as he quietly observes my face. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
“Isn’t this enough of a bond?” I say bitterly referring to the control he has over me. He glances at the collar as he sits back down on his throne. His angelic features smile evilly.
“Oh, that’s not a part of the Fae prophecy my princess, I’ve had that-” he points wickedly to the collar, “-created so I can torment you…for example... Hermione, I order you to come over and straddle my lap. Riddle licks his lips while putting his hands behind his head.
I automatically scoff and turn on my heels.
“Burn in hell Ridd-" I gasp, stopping mid-sentence. It feels as though my throat was closing up! I turn back around staring at Riddle in pained confusion! He slowly arches his left eyebrow as if to nonverbally ask what’s taking so long.
I will not…I will not touch that monster...I turn and run towards the exit, suddenly I thrash to the floor in pain, my hand raises to my throat. My eyes widen in shock, I can’t breathe! It's as if some magic force was constricting my airway…The damned serpent collar... I gasp, shocks of pain wreck my body. I sob as the pain starts to slowly radiate through my body. The cruciatus curse was mere children’s play to the feeling this necklace inflicted on me. I slowly crawl back towards Riddle’s cruel form… every so often, I sob with relief as the pain subsides the closer I get to carrying out his command. I slowly crawl onto Riddle’s lap. I grunt in pain as I try to swing my left leg over his body, As soon as I follow through the pain is immediately lifted and I moan in respite. I fall into Riddles' chest; small tremors shake my body.
“That wasn’t so hard now was it, Hermione?", purrs Riddle into my curls. I continue to shiver into his chest, too scared to move. Just play the game until you get Harry and Ron becomes my chanted mantra. Riddle starts to play in my hair, twirling his fingers through different curls. His scent is divine, pure power… My eyes roll to the back of my head as he unleashes his magical aura all at once, no filter, just pure power. Whimpering, I drown in pleasure; his magic lulls me into a trance as his left thumb slowly massages my mound through my dress. The cool material feels divine against my heated core. I moan wantonly as Riddle brings his lips to my ear.
“Now Hermione, if I give you a direct command you must obey or that very painful encounter will occur again” He continues to rub slowly, his magic seems to feed off my essence. I moan in complete bliss, not fully aware where I was anymore all that mattered was this feeling of pure euphoria! I try and I simply cannot snap out of it. I sob in pleasure and fear as I slowly rotate my pelvis towards him. Riddle continues to slowly rotate his thumb gently over my pearl. I whimper a stifled moan.
“From now on, Hermione I order you to call me Master, do you understand?” Riddle whispers as he pushes hard on my mound and I push into his chest in shock.
“ Yes, Master! " I sob in horror as I climax hard in Riddle’s lap. I breathe raggedly and bury my head in his chest as the pleasure shocks through my core. He begins to stroke my hair as I cry relentlessly.
“Good girl” He murmurs
Play the game. Save Harry and Ron. I repeat this over and over as tears fall from my face unto Riddle's chest.
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