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The Danger of Pretending to be Someone Else	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 17007 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hello all! A new chapter to go and after this, there is only one more left… I hope you’ll like it! Beware of the smut!

Some review-answers; Heidi191976; Thank you, here is a new one!

DracoLover69; Hehe, yes, they will meet each other again in this chapter… and her parents… but I think you’ll be surprised with what they come up with!

Integra; Thank you! I’m so glad you think I keep Voldemort in character. I try, but it’s hard when you want him to be together with Hermione, hehe. Oh, well…

Scarletwitchextreme; I’m glad you like this so much! Ugh, yeah, I just don’t like Dumbledore for some reason and I love making Hermione speaking up to him. I hope you like this chapter! On with the show!

Chapter 6 – Parents, you have to love them.

A couple of days with her parents were relaxing and fun, but after a week, Hermione remembered why she didn’t live with them anymore. She loved them, sure, but there was just so much dentist-talk around the dinner table one could take before you went mad. Besides, nothing ever happened where her parents lived. It was a friendly and wealthy neighbourhood outside of London with a small grocery at the end of the street and a nice park not even a mile away.

Exactly a week after she had escaped to her parents, Hermione felt like she just had to get out. During lunch, her father started to question her about the boy she had had a fight with. Hermione had never many boyfriends, but after she made the mistake of telling her father about Viktor, the Bulgarian international Qudditch player, she had decided never to talk to her father about her love life again. Back then, Hugo had been so worried that this famous sportsman would just use her poor innocent daughter, especially since he was so much older (three years)! Hermione should know that boys that age only thought about one thing… yada, yada, yada.

Alas, after lunch, Hermione escaped her father’s questions by saying she needed to take a walk. It was a cloudy Sunday in November, but at least it wasn’t raining. Although, a little rain would match her mood, she just felt so lost. She didn’t want to return to the Order because of the way Dumbledore was using her, at least not before he apologised. However, there was nowhere else she could go. It was almost hopeless to get a job now because of the war and since she was known as Harry Potter’s best friend, no one wanted their office to become a target just because she worked there. Dumbledore had offered her a place as a library assistant, but at that time Hermione had been focusing on helping Harry find a way to bring Voldemort down. Of course that was what had got her in this mess to begin with. If she hadn’t tried to lure Voldemort out by pretending to be Bella, none of this would have happened.

Although, it had proven to be an effective way to bring the Death Eaters down. And if she hadn’t done it, she never would have got to know Voldemort.

Wait, why did she think that was a good thing? Just because he was a good kisser?

Hermione groaned and kicked a loose pebble on the street. She was still dreaming of him even if she was starting to get used to sleeping without him. It wasn’t like those dreams when he was actually in her mind, just naughty little dreams where she used him in every possible way. In her mind she had almost forgiven him for leaving her. She did understand that he had, if he had stayed and worked out some plan, Dumbledore would most likely dispose of him the moment they had removed all Death Eaters. That was after all what he was planning to do once Voldemort had killed all Death Eaters. Hermione was angrier with Dumbledore than she was with Voldemort. However, one part of her still wondered why he couldn’t have just told her he couldn’t stay. Another part answered her; he had known she wouldn’t have just let him leave since she had still been loyal to Dumbledore then. Merlin she was confused about her feelings!

After almost an hour of walking, she felt some drops of water fall down on her cheeks and hair. It was colder than she had expected it to be. Stuffing her cold hands in the pockets of the warm red coat she had borrowed from her mother, she turned left, heading back to the house. Even if she hadn’t lived there for years, she still knew the streets like the inside of her pocket. It wouldn’t take more than ten minutes for her to get back.

Unfortunately, the weather gods had decided that she could use a nice cold shower and by the time she reached the front door, she was soaking wet. Once inside she removed the wet coat and after a moment of thought, she also removed her soaked jeans. It was no use getting the whole floor wet and the laundry room was just at the other side of the hall, next to the kitchen.

“Hermione? Is that you?” came her mother’s voice from the open living room door just as Hermione pulled off her wet jeans. Was there anything more uncomfortable than wet jeans?

“Yes, the rain caught me off guard.” She couldn’t see into the living room from where she stood, but she needed to pass the opening on her way to the laundry room. “Are there any hangers in the laundry room?” she asked as she took a couple of steps forward while watching the coat with a critical eye. It wasn’t a rain coat so it would take hours for it to dry. She only hoped it wasn’t ruined.

“Uh, honey?”

Hermione looked up and into the living room. She dropped the coat and her jeans. Rose was sitting in the armchair which was headed toward the door and there, on the sofa with his head turned in her direction, sat Voldemort.

“We have a guest,” Rose said lamely as she stared at her half-naked daughter.

Hermione turned redder than a tomato and quickly bent down to retrieve the clothes so she could cover herself. “Let me just… change,” she stuttered and hurried away.

What on earth was Voldemort doing here? She quickly hung the clothes to dry and found an old pair of slacks in the closet where her mother kept clothes that no longer fitted her. They were a little short for Hermione, but she would have to pass the living room again if she wanted to take the stairs up to her room.

Oh, Merlin, she couldn’t believe Voldemort was here! At her parents’ house! Oh, no, Voldemort was alone with her mother! What if he did something to her? Or worse, what if Rose started to tell Voldemort old stories about her!

She hurried back to the living room, only to find her mother sitting uncomfortably in the armchair. Voldemort seemed to be studying the paintings with ocean motifs on the wall.

“Mr Riddle here says that he knows you,” Rose said and let her eyes wander between them.

“Uhm, yes,” Hermione mumbled, wondering what Voldemort had told her mother. He gave her a small smile that told her he hadn’t said anything and that made her relax a little. “Yes, Mr Riddle is an informer to the Order. You remember me telling you about the Order, right?”

Rose nodded, still looking a bit suspicious.

Voldemort stood up. “Well, I hope I’m a little more than that, Miss Granger. After all, you did save my life.”

“Yes, of course.” Hermione gave him a weak smile. “What can I do for you?”

Voldemort glanced as Rose before her looked at Hermione. “Well, if it isn’t too much to ask, I’d like word alone with you.”

Hermione looked at her mother who rose from the armchair.

“Let me make you some tea,” Rose said with a smile. “Your father will be back from the grocery store soon, and if I know him correctly, he will buy too many biscuits.”

Voldemort smiled friendly at Rose when she passed them.

“What are you doing here?” Hermione asked as soon as she heard the door to the kitchen close. She knew she should be angry with him but she couldn’t, but most of her was just so relieved that he had come back.

“Well, hello Hermione, it’s nice to see you too,” he said with a smirk and stepped so close to her that their bodies were almost touching. She suddenly realised that she once again could clearly sense his emotions which in turn meant he was probably looking into her thoughts right now.

Quickly she put up her Occlumency shield.

He chuckled. “You do learn.”

“I do. What are you doing here?” she asked again, not wanting him to know how relieved she was.

Voldemort raised his hand and stroked her cheek. “I missed you.”

Yes, she could feel he was sincere, although, she could also feel something else. “But you are worried?”

His fingers moved over her face and down to her neck. “A little. Macnair and Yaxley are coming here to kill you. But do not fear, I’ll protect you.”

Hermione snorted. “My knight in shining armour, are you? I do believe I can take care of myself.”

“Still,” he mumbled and his hand came up in her hair. “It doesn’t hurt to have an extra wand.”

Hermione was about to complain how he stole her wand, but his face came so close and she couldn’t take her eyes away from his beautiful pink lips. How many hours had she spent daydreaming about those lips this last week? She licked her lips. Finally she would be able to kiss him again.

The front door opened and Hermione jumped away from Voldemort, cursing silently. A moment later her father walked pass the opening to the living room. When he spotted his daughter with a strange man, he stopped with a frown.

“Hello?” he said and looked first at Voldemort than Hermione.

“Oh, hi dad, this is…”

Voldemort interrupted her. “Tom Riddle.” He went up to Hugo and shook his hand. “I take it you are Mr Granger? Hermione has told me so much about you and your wife.”

Hugo seemed a bit taken aback. “Yes… uhm, I’m sorry Mr Riddle, but I don’t think my daughter has told me anything about you.”

What are you doing? Hermione asked Voldemort through his mind.

Just starting on a good foot with your father, since I’ll be staying here to wait for MacNair and Yaxley to come and try something. Then I will kill them. Voldemort answered her mind.

She felt that he wasn’t going to change his mind and it made her a bit sour that he hadn’t consulted her first. Although, if she was honest, she had missed him terribly and she didn’t want anything to happen to her parents so maybe it was better to just accept his help.

Fine, I’ll play along, she said.

“Tom is a friend of mine, dad,” she said. “We both work for the Order.”

“More than that, Hermione, I owe you my life,” Voldemort said in a tone that almost sounded fond.

Hermione gave him a smile that felt a bit plastic. Thankfully, she was saved from anymore questions by her mother who came and said that tea was ready. They all went to the kitchen and sat down around their rectangular kitchen table which had four chairs. Rose had placed four mugs and a teapot on the table and her husband took a box of biscuits from his shopping bag. Hermione poured tea for all of them.

Are you going to tell them, or will I? Voldemort whispered to her mind when they had all sat in silence for a while.

Hermione cleared her throat. “Well, what Tom came here to tell me was that it seems like I may have become a target.”

“Oh my…,” Rose gasped.

“Why?” Hugo asked, upset.

“Your daughter is one of the most powerful witches alive,” Voldemort said seriously. “There is a risk that Death Eaters will try to kidnap her.”

“If they think they can come here and just take my daughter…” Rose started to say, very upset.

Voldemort interrupted her. “We don’t allow that, Mrs Granger. At this moment, we are trying to find the men who were assigned this mission. Although, until that happens, we at the Order feel that Hermione can use some extra protection.”

“Well, they better,” Hugo growled. “After everything my daughter has done for the Order, delaying her own career and everything, that is the least they can do!”

“Yes, we are well aware of that, Mr Granger,” Voldemort said calmly. “That is why I have been assigned to protect you and Hermione until the danger is over. It shouldn’t take more than… three days, at most.”

Rose seemed to relax. “Oh, that feels better. I’ll go and ready the guestroom.”

She was about to rise but Hermione held up a hand. “Actually mum, it would be better if Tom stayed in my room. We do have strong protective spells around the house, but if these people manage to break them, they can pop into my room without a sound. If Tom is there, we can guard each other’s back,” Hermione explained quickly. For some reason it was quite disturbing to think that Voldemort would sleep in the same house as her but not in the same bed.

Voldemort chuckled into her brain.

“We have an extra bed in the attic, right?” Hermione continued when Hugo gave them both a funny look.

“We do,” Rose said slowly. “But are you sure you want to share room?”

“Like Hermione said, we need to be able to guard each other’s back in case something happens,” Voldemort replied smoothly. “It’s no problem. That is, unless you snore?”

Hermione smiled. “Not that I know of.”

“Excellent,” Voldemort said.

Hermione let out a mental sigh. Her parents seemed relaxed, even if she could see the news about her being a target had put them off balance. Although, they seemed to trust her with Voldemort. It was laughable, really. Too bad she felt too guilty about lying to her parents to be able to laugh. It wasn’t a complete lie, but she knew that her parents would be mad if they found out the whole truth.

Voldemort moved his hand under the table and squeezed her leg in a way that made Hermione forget about her guilt. She was going to sleep with him again. How she had longed to do that. It no longer mattered that he was an evil murderer, he made her feel something no one or no thing had ever made her feel before. His mere presence made her feel lightheaded and when he touched her, she was in heaven. She hadn’t fully grasped the way she felt until just a moment ago when she had realised he was going to be with her again. But now she knew why she had felt so completely depressed the last week. He was like a drug and she didn’t care if she was addicted or not.

As the evening went by, Hugo and Rose seemed to be charmed by Voldemort. He helped Rose with the dishes as they discussed Muggle politics (something Voldemort seemed to know quite a bit about) while Hugo and Hermione took down the bed from the attic and made it. When she came down, she found Voldemort discussing literature with both her parents in the living room. Hermione wished to be alone with him, but didn’t want her parents to become suspicious. Alas, she sat quietly in the armchair and counted the minutes until they could go to bed.

At ten o’clock, Hugo and Rose decided that it was time to go to bed. When they had disappeared up the stairs, Voldemort let out a sigh and started to rub his temples.

“Not used to being nice?” Hermione asked teasingly. She had wanted to ask that the whole evening. He had acted like the image of friendliness, but she had felt how bored he really was.

“Well, at least your parents are better than most Muggles,” Voldemort commented.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Hermione said and stood from the armchair and walked over to where he was sitting in the armchair. She sat down on her knees towards him. “You left me.”

“I know. I didn’t want to, but I had no choice.” He tilted his head. “But you realise that? You don’t seem angry.”

She sighed. “I was. I wanted to hunt you down and hurt you for leaving me. But now… I’m just glad you are back, so… don’t ever leave me again! If you do, I will hurt you.”

He smirked. “If I had thought you would come with me, I wouldn’t have knocked you out. However, I knew you would forgive me. You have missed me just as much as I’ve missed you.”

Hermione arched an eyebrow. “You are really sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

He snorted. “What is there not to be sure about?”

“Oh.” Rose was standing in the hall. Somehow they hadn’t noticed her coming down again. She was looking at them with a very strange expression and Hermione realised they were still holding hands. She quickly withdrew hers.

“Forgot something, mum?” she asked, trying to sound unaffected.

“I just wanted to ask Tom if he had a toothbrush. I couldn’t see any luggage in the room,” Rose said slowly.

“Uhm, I do have luggage, I just have it hidden,” Voldemort said and stood. “Although, now when you mention it, I may have forgotten to pack one. Let me go and check.”

Hermione was a bit disturbed that he would leave her like that, but maybe it was best if she could speak with her mother alone. It didn’t matter if she didn’t live at home anymore, her mother always seemed to look straight through her.

“Mum, I…” she began.

“No, Hermione, it’s alright, you don’t have to explain,” Rose said kindly if only a little sad. “You are an adult now; it’s none of my business… although I have to tell you that I’m a little concerned.”

“About what?” Hermione asked, worried.

“Well, if your father finds out that there is something more going one between you and Tom, he won’t take it so well. You’ll always be his baby girl and Tom… well, he is a bit older than you, yes?” Rose didn’t seem angry or hurt, just a bit puzzled.

“Yeah, but wizards tend to live longer,” Hermione explained. “So and age-difference more than ten years is not so uncommon in the magical world.”

“Well, just be careful,” Rose advised her. “Hugo won’t have you sleep in the same room if he knew.”

“I know,” Hermione mumbled. “But it really is important that we can look after each other.”

Rose smiled. “Of course. But… was he the same boyfriend you had a fight with last week?”

Hermione looked down at her knees. “No, he is what the fight was about.”

“I see. Well, good night,” Rose came over and kissed her daughter’s forehead.

“Good night mum,” Hermione said, feeling both relieved and guilty at the same time. It was nice to know that her mother didn’t mind her having a relationship with an older man, but Hermione had the feeling Rose would be rather furious if she found out who the charming ‘Tom Riddle’ really was.

Just then, Voldemort walked back into the living room. “I did have my tooth brush, but thank you for your concern.”

Rose smiled. “It was nothing, good night.”

“Good night.” Voldemort smiled pleasantly.

They waited a moment until they heard the door to her parents’ bedroom close, then they both walked up to Hermione’s room. Hermione had her own bathroom connected to her room and let him use it first. He promised to be quick and he was, she could use the bathroom only five minutes later. When she came out again, she saw that Voldemort had indeed some luggage. A small bag was standing on the extra bed she and her father had put in earlier.

“What is this?” Voldemort asked and held up the wand she had left on her nightstand.

“Snape gave it to me since my own… went missing,” she replied dryly. “Not that I mind, it works almost as well as my old wand.”

Voldemort huffed and reached into the bag and pulled out her wand. “Shall we make an exchange?”

Hermione smirked and took the wand she had used for the past week from his hand. “No, I like this.”

“You are aware that it is mine?”

“Oh, is taking someone else’s wand wrong? I had no idea,” Hermione mocked.

Voldemort sighed. “Fine, I’m sorry I stole you wand.”

She crossed her arms. “You don’t mean that.”

Voldemort arched an eyebrow. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you wanted us to wrestle over it.”

She could feel her body go warm. Wrestle meant intimate touching and she very much wanted that. Although, that wasn’t a very good thing to say. “Of course not, I want a sincere apology.”

He chuckled. “Is that so…?”

Hermione didn’t even have time nod before he had pushed her down onto her bed and was lying on top of her. He stroked his nose against hers. “I’m so sorry I left you high and dry, and stole your wand. Although, I think you are more upset because I didn’t have sex with you.”

She would complain if it weren’t for the desperate need to kiss him. His body on top of hers again felt so good, so right. With soft hands, he was massaging her head. So what if he enjoyed killing people? He would soon make her a very happy girl. At least she hoped so.

“Merlin, I’ve missed you,” he growled and finally pressed his lips against her. She kissed back, struggling for dominance. It felt like a small explosion inside her knickers. She wanted to feel her naked skin against his. As she ripped his shirt from his body, he was tugging at hers. They both sat up and he left her lips for a moment to remove her shirt.

There wasn’t much room in the bed, but somehow, it made it more intimate. They had to be close. She rose on her knees as he started to pull at her knickers and let him push them down. Then she attacked him. His back was against the wall when she threw herself into his lap and kissed him again. Voldemort kissed her back with just as much passion and let his hands wander down to her naked arse. She felt almost feverish as she let her hands roam his torso. It was like she couldn’t breathe without him next to her.

He pushed her down so she was lying on her back in the bed again and in the same movement as he lay down on top of her, he also removed his boxers. Hermione let out a little squeal of happiness when she felt his hard cock against her thigh. She wanted him now and showed it by moving against him. Voldemort groaned and one of his hands found her breast and he started to caress it. She felt that he was shaking. A second later his cock brushed against her clit and Hermione let out a high moan. She felt how much he liked it as well. The other of his hands travelled down to her clit and when he moved it, Hermione saw stars and came with a scream.

“Hell,” she heard him groan and felt something warm and sticky on her leg.

She smiled sleepily, a bit disappointed that she once again hadn’t felt him inside her. With closed eyes, she stroked his back. “Cranky?”

“Overwhelmed. Again,” he mumbled. He moved off her and went to lay on his side to her right. Hermione turned toward him and nuzzled his chest. He placed an arm around her. “Don’t worry, I’m already getting used to feeling your pleasure. The next time, I’ll fuck you like there is no tomorrow.”

Hermione chuckled and was soon asleep.

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Voldemort woke up around six when Hermione’s parents started to get ready for work. He smirked against the ceiling. If they knew what he did with their daughter, they would probably chase him off the face of the earth. Although, Mrs Granger seemed to suspect something, but probably not the whole truth. He would keep it that way. He had put numerous spells on the room so that no inappropriate sounds (like the ones Hermione had done last night) slipped out and if one of her parents decided to take a peek inside, they would see an illusion in which he was laying in his bed and Hermione alone in hers.

About and hour later the Grangers had left the house and Voldemort turned around to look at the sleeping girl in his arms. She really looked like a girl when she slept. Nevertheless, she was still the woman who made his blood boil with lust and ejaculate like a school boy by a mere touch. It was overwhelming, but the next time he would fuck her, just as he had promised. The thought about her tight hot cunt around his cock made him hard.

Maybe he would test his luck with a morning fuck? It wasn’t like they had any pressing business to do. Just wait until MacNair and Yaxley came and that could take days. Sex would help them passed the time. Oh, yes, he would pass a lot of time with sex…

His hand travelled over her body and in between her legs. Hermione sighed in her sleep and moved her right leg a little to give him room. Voldemort’s smirk widened and he bent down to captured on of her nipples in his mouth. His hand moved over her wet pussy and he could feel how pleasant it was for her. He took his time before he pressed his finger inside her.

Hermione woke up with a gasp. With his fingers still inside her, unmoving, he kissed a trail from her breast and up to her month. She was breathing hard when he finally found her lips in a consuming kiss. Her hands came up to his neck and hair.

Then, out of the blue, Hermione let out a painful groan and pushed him away. With the blink of an eye, she had left the bed and hurried into the bathroom, leaving Voldemort very disoriented. He could feel her at the back of his head. She was in pain and felt sick. Why? He was sure he hadn’t hurt her. Or had he? When he looked down at his hand he realised that the hand that had been inside her was bloody. However, it didn’t smell as nice as normal blood. This smelled… old.

Voldemort cursed when he realised what it was. Her monthly bleeding had begun. From the sound of it, it didn’t agree with her. Still cursing over his unluckiness (she would most likely not have sex with him now) he went over to his bag and withdrew a small vial of pain-relieving potion before he followed her to the bathroom. She was kneeling over the toilet, being sick.

He washed his hands and wetted a towel for her. Then he sat down next to her and helped her hold her hair away. This was far from the first time he had been with a woman who was throwing up and it would probably not be the last time. Although, this was the first time he actually made an effort to comfort the woman. Not that it was a surprise; he was starting to feel sick too, only because he could feel her sickness through the bond.

“Is it always this bad?” he asked in a low voice when she finally sank down.

She thankfully wiped her face with the towel he handed her. “No, maybe once or twice every year and it never lasts for more than a day. But Merlin, I feel sick.” She rested her body against him.

“Drink this.” He handed her the vial. “It’s for the pain.”

She drank it and then shuddered. “It tastes horrible.”

“It’s very effective,” he said. “Now, let’s wash you off.”

He lifted her up and carried her over to her shower. As the water started to fall down on top of them, he helped her to clean herself. It seemed like the pain-relieving potion was making her a bit dozy. He was quite uncomfortable with the situation. Sure, people had come to him for help before, and he had helped them (of course there had been a price to pay later) but never had he helped someone in this way. It wasn’t that he knew how much Hermione had to trust him to let him drug her and take care of her, it was that he felt how much she trusted him. Since her Occlumency shield was gone, he could see everything she was thinking and feeling. He hadn’t even known a person was able to trust someone that much. She was laying her life in his hands and even though she was aware of it, she didn’t mind. She knew he wouldn’t harm her.

That was the scariest thing of them all. He too knew he wouldn’t harm her. Not just that but he couldn’t. It would be like hurting himself in a way and Voldemort was far from masochistic. The bond between them was stronger than he ever thought was possible. Their relationship was stronger than he ever thought was possible.

Shaking off the unsettling thoughts, he left the bathroom and let her use the toilet and get dressed. He dressed quickly as well. When she came out, she was wearing pyjamas.

“That… potion was strong,” she slurred.

Yes, thankfully it was. He couldn’t feel her pain anymore. “I know. Perhaps it will be better if you sleep it off?”

She nodded and yawned. “Stay close.”

He helped her into bed and kissed her forehead. “I’ll know if you need me.”

The potion had her asleep within the minute and Voldemort left the room, leaving the door open. He went down and made himself some breakfast, trying not to think about the blur in the back of his head that was the sleeping girl. After breakfast, he used almost ten minutes trying to figure out how the TV worked. He had watched TV once back in the fifties in a Muggle hotel and it hadn’t been too bad to pass the time with. However, after another five minutes he realised that the TV had changed a lot in fifty years (who cared that some ugly rich girl had bought bigger boobs?) and switched it off again. Luckily, it didn’t take him long to find the basement and a library. There weren’t any magical books, but he found some he thought looked interesting and carried them up to the living room.

Hermione woke up once during the morning and asked for some water and crackers before she fell asleep again. Voldemort was quite bored when Rose came home at two o’clock. It appeared she only worked half the day on Mondays while Hugo wouldn’t come home before six.

“Where is Hermione?” Rose asked, surprised of seeing him alone in the living room.

“Upstairs, asleep,” Voldemort said and put his book away. “Her period started and I gave her something for the pain.”

“Oh, dear,” Rose said with a sigh and sat down on the sofa. “I take it this was one of the bad times?”

“So it would appear,” Voldemort answered and leaned back in the armchair.

“You seem to take it very well for a man,” Rose said with a smile. “Hugo always leaves the room when we start to talk about our period.”

Voldemort chuckled. “It takes a lot more than that to scare me away. I was Head Boy at Hogwarts and one of my many jobs was keeping a stack of pain-relieving potions and extra pads for girls in need.”

“That seems like a strange job for a Head Boy,” Rose remarked.

“Well, our Head of House liked to delegate jobs he found unpleasant,” Voldemort said and smiled at the memory. In return Professor Slughorn had brewed him some really rare potions.

“I see. You weren’t in Gryffindor then? Because when I met Professor McGonagall she said she had been the head of Gryffindor for over thirty years,” Rose explained.

“No, I was in Slytherin,” Voldemort answered, reminding himself that it was best to be careful not to mention a lot of names. He didn’t want Rose to realise he had actually been in school while McGonagall was still a student. “I hope your daughter hasn’t said too many nasty things about my former house.”

Rose chuckled. “No, just about a boy named Draco Malfoy and his friends. Do you know them?”

“The Malfoy family is famous, but I can’t say I know Draco.” That was true; he had never bothered to get to know the boy.

“You never went to school at the same time as Hermione, did you?” Rose said with a thoughtful look.

“Ah, no, I’m afraid I’m a bit over thirty,” Voldemort said with a chuckle. “And perhaps that was for the best, I don’t think the librarian would have been happy to pick up tons of books from two booklovers.”

Rose laughed and was about to ask something else when a crash was heard from upstairs. For a moment he thought that it was Hermione, but she was still deeply asleep. That meant something was wrong.

“Stay here,” he said to Rose and walked up the stair as silently as a cat. He checked the wards around the house and felt a disturbance. It made him hurry his steps.

Voldemort came to the room just in time to see Yaxley open the window and MacNair lifting up the girl. Voldemort became furious.

“What do you think you are doing?” he growled, stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. The silencing spell was still functioning when the door was closed and there was no need for Rose to hear what was about to happen.

“Don’t you think about it, mate,” MacNair said with a nasty smile. “You are outnumbered.”

“Oh, really?” Without a moment of warning he had killed Yaxley at the window. “Put her down.”

MacNair’s smile vanished and he changed his position so he was using Hermione as a shield. Voldemort could sense that she was about to wake up, but didn’t take his eyes from MacNair who had transfigured his wand into a knife. It was a neat trick MacNair had always liked because it was easier to hurt someone who was close with a knife than with a spell.

“I just wanna ask the lass some questions, you can have her back when I’m done,” MacNair said and pressed the knife against Hermione’s stomach.

Voldemort didn’t move. He knew MacNair would stab her the moment he cast a spell.

“Maybe I can answer them for you?” Voldemort said and tilted his head.

“Okay, tell me where the Dark Lord is,” MacNair ordered.

“You are looking at him,” Voldemort answered simply.

“Nah, don’t try that one with me, Bella and Lucius already exposed you.” MacNair took a step toward the window, dragging Hermione in front of him. He saw that Hermione had woken up and was quite scared. He ignored it for now.

“Bella is a crazy and jealous bitch and Lucius has waited for an opportunity to overthrow me since I came back,” Voldemort stated, looking for an opening.

A flicker of uncertainness was seen in MacNair’s eyes. “Then who has been killing off all the Death Eaters?”

“Me of course,” Voldemort answered, still very calm. “You all know the price of betraying me.”

MacNair seemed to try to understand something. “But if you are the Dark Lord, what are you doing with Potter’s Mudblood?”

Voldemort took the chance to glance down at her Hermione; her eyes were on the knife. In the back of his head, he felt what she was about to do.

“Because she is cleverer than all Death Eaters together,” he said with a smirk just as Hermione grabbed the arm that was holding her and pushed it away at the same time as she ducked. Since MacNair hadn’t realised Hermione was awake, he was taken off guard and Voldemort had no problem hitting him with an Avada Kedavra.

“Are you okay?” he asked and walked over to her.

Hermione rose slowly and checked her arms and stomach for any injuries. It seemed like she would have a couple of bruises from where MacNair grabbed her, but otherwise she was okay. However, now when the adrenalin was starting to wear off, Hermione started to shake. Voldemort captured her before she fell and helped her back to the bed. Of course, it had to be traumatising to wake up and find yourself in the arms of someone who would probably kill you.

“Merlin, we killed him,” she mumbled into his chest. “I helped you killed him!”

Oh, so it was killing-angst she had. Voldemort had seen it many times before even if he had never experienced it himself.

“I could feel him die,” she sobbed. “He just… died!”

Voldemort sighed. “Yes, humans really do die easily.”

She let out a tortured whimper. “I’m such a horrible person! I was relieved when he died! How can I feel relieved?”

“Because he was going to hurt you,” Voldemort said, rolling his eyes. “Trust me Hermione, some people are better off dead. MacNair was one of them.”

Hermione pushed away from his chest and stared at him in disbelief. “How can you say that? How can you say that? It’s your fault he was a Death Eater; it was on your order he killed and tortured so many. Even now he thought he was doing it for you! Merlin, how can you stand looking at yourself in the mirror? How can I stand being with you? You are turning me into one of them, aren’t you! You are turning me into a murderer!” She had begun hitting at his chest as she screamed at him.

Voldemort captured her wrists hard. He could stand a little angst, but this was just too much. “Listen to me, you stupid little girl! I may have given out orders to my Death Eaters to kill and torture, but none of them minded it! People killed each other long before I was even born! All of them already had the seed to kill inside of them. In some cases I helped that seed grow, but I never planted the seed! Many humans are murderers; I merely took advantage of that.” His voice grew soft. “As for you, my dear Hermione, you have the seed too. I know you can kill, but… I also know you will never enjoy it. You will only take killing as a last resort, to protect yourself or the ones you care for. So don’t worry, you’ll never be like me.”

Hermione started to cry hard, but let him embrace her. He knew she took comfort from his words. He could feel how she accepted it. She would never go back to the Order now because they wouldn’t be able to see the difference between her and Voldemort. They would only see that she knew she was capable of killing, not that she didn’t like it. But Voldemort knew and Hermione knew that he knew that. This was why she was going to stay with him. He would never leave her again.
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