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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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Hermione had spent the last three days locked in her room. She had refused to let anyone in or even speak to them. She felt guilty now because every hour or so Narcissa would come and try to coax her to eat, but she had refused every time.
She was starving, but she wasn't ready to face the world, she needed time to grieve first. She grieved for herself as well as her parents, thinking of the life she had lost and could never return to. Her strength was sapped almost completely, so she found it difficult to move.
What am I supposed to do now? She wondered. Maybe she should just lay there and die. She could be perfectly content to do just that rather than face the cold, harsh reality. She knew she didn't want to be a part of the Dark Side, but she couldn't see where else she would be able to go from here.
I need to stop thinking like this, she thought. Remembering the memory Narcissa had shown her, she realized her father had said he would be proud of her no matter what, perhaps her parents had known she might end up in a situation like this. After all, she had told them about her dislike for the Malfoys in the past. Had he remembered the name when Narcissa introduced herself?
With a great sigh, Hermione struggled to sit up in bed, but found she was having a hard time doing so. It was in that moment, as she refused to give up on so small a matter that she knew she could never give up on life itself. She made a decision to make the best of this situation. She would be okay, and she wasn't going to be a traitor, she just needed to survive. Her parents would want that.
"Duffy!" she called, the house elf instantly appeared.
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Can you please get Mrs Malfoy for me?" Hermione asked, Duffy nodded as she disappeared with a loud crack. Hermione lifted her wards off her door, and a few minutes later Narcissa came rushing in.
"Hermione, thank goodness!" the woman gasped as she rushed over and wrapped her arms around her charge. The gesture was comforting.
"I'm sorry, I just needed time," Hermione said. "I didn't mean to worry you." It was true; Hermione did feel bad that she had caused so much grief for the woman who was developing a definite soft spot for her.
"It's fine, dear. Just know that I do care about you."
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Can you help me with a bath please?"
"Certainly," she said. She picked Hermione up and carried her into the bathroom, setting her in the tub. They waited companionably while the basin filled, and then she used a cup to wet Hermione's hair so she could wash it for her. It was at that moment that Narcissa noticed the snake on the back of her neck. "Hermione, what is this?"
"I'm not sure," Hermione answered with a shrug. "I don't know anything about the spell he used, but I intend to look it up later. I guess he was just trying to prove a point."
Narcissa made a face. "At least he didn't try to give you a Dark Mark," she commented. "I was so worried about that."
"I think I'm safe from that, at least for now," Hermione replied, her body trembling slightly.
"Who knows, with that man," she grumbled.
After the bath, Narcissa dressed Hermione in a simple gown and helped her back to bed. Duffy appeared with some food, which Hermione ate rather quickly. Her stomach felt so much better once she had put food into it that she sighed contentedly.
"All right, my dear, back to bed you go," Narcissa said, and tucked Hermione in. "Get some rest."
"Thank you so much, Narcissa," Hermione told her. "You make all of this so much easier to bear."
"I hope so, my dear," she said as she smiled and left the room. Hermione slept for the first time in a long time without having a single nightmare.

The next morning Hermione felt much better. She crawled out of bed and put on a nice, rose coloured sun dress and decided to make her way to the library. She was dying to find out what kind of spell Tom had put on her neck. I wonder where he's been all of this time.I bet he's probably been wreaking chaos somewhere.
Sure enough, Hermione found a copy of the Daily Prophet in the library. Eager to find out what had been happening since she had disappeared, she snatched grabbed it and curled up on one of the chairs.
Death Eater attacks, blah blah blah. Ugh, I can't believe that awful Rita Skeeter woman still writes for the paper. "She is such a terrible woman."
"Who is?"
Hermione whipped around to see Tom standing there. She was surprised. "Oh, Rita Skeeter."
Tom nodded. "Yes, she does write such rubbish." He then began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Hermione demanded. She was getting very cranky.
Tom smirked. "Oh, I was just thinking about that time when she wrote that you were dating multiple men at once."
Hermione huffed. "That's not funny at all! And it wasn't even true."
Tom kept laughing, and when he finally stopped, he just stood there, watching her.
Hermione was irked. She wanted to continue with looking through the newspaper, but couldn't focus with him staring at her. "Get out! I was here first!"
Much to her surprise, Tom bowed and exited the library.
Hermione put the newspaper down and searched all over before finally finding a book containing information on the spell Tom had used on her. It translated into something along the lines of snake's possession. Or something like that, anyway. How appropriate, she thought.
She read on. He would be able to know where she was at all times. Great! The next line really caught her attention, though. It said that if she were to touch it and think something, Tom would be able to hear her thoughts even if he was halfway around the world. Without even thinking, Hermione subconsciously touched the back of her neck; Umm, hello?
Sure enough, not long afterwards Tom came through the door and cast her a baleful stare. "I'm busy, Hermione. What do you want?"
Hermione just stared, her mouth hanging open.
"And close your mouth," he added. "That isn't very ladylike."
She snapped her mouth shut and looked down at her hands. "I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't mean to summon you, or whatever that was. But at least now I know it works." With a satisfied smile she sprang up from her chair and grinned up at him as she walked past him and out into the hall, ready to do some exploring. She called back over her shoulder, "I'll see you at dinner!"
Tom watched her go with his own mouth hanging open. Then he realized it was open, and snapped it shut, and turned on his heel, heading back to his office to get back to work.

A few hours later Hermione bumped into Pansy Parkinson. The girl looked at her with disgust and asked, "What are you doing here, Mudblood?"
Nose wrinkled with distaste, Hermione began to back away from the unpleasant young woman. She knew how much Pansy hated her, and the feeling was completely mutual. She was never as grateful as she was when Narcissa Malfoy suddenly appeared from the garden.
"Hermione, my darling, there you are!" she called out just as if she'd been expecting her. "I have our tea set up and ready, dear. Do come along."
"Yes, of course, Narcissa," Hermione said with a smile as the woman's hand came down on her back and she guided her away. She cast Pansy a smile as the girl stared after them, a look of complete shock on her pug-like face.
"Thanks for rescuing me, Narcissa," Hermione said gratefully when they'd finally reached their table.
"No problem, darling," she answered with a serene smile. "I know how very trying Pansy can be at the best of times. One can only imagine how she must seem to you. I almost feel sorry for poor Draco."
"For Draco?" Hermione asked as they sat across from each other at their little table. "Why do you feel sorry for him?"
Narcissa frowned. "Draco and Pansy are to be married."
"Oh, how horrid," Hermione said, sympathetically.
"Not to worry, my dear," she replied with a smile. "We won't be arranging a marriage for you any time soon."
With a grimace, Hermione said, "No, thank you, I'm not ready for anything of the sort. I would rather fall in love and all that mushy stuff first."
"Perhaps," Narcissa commented, noncommittally. "It does happen upon occasion, and after all, your case is a bit different than our Draco's. It's difficult to say what lies in your future."
Hermione sighed deeply, knowing how right she was.

Tom was not at dinner, so Hermione sat quietly and picked at her food most of the time, electing not to talk except perhaps to Narcissa, and once or twice to Draco, much to Pansy's distaste. She left the dining room as soon as she could and made her way back to her room, and found the Dark Lord leaning against the wall near her door.
"Hermione, I'd like a word," he said as he stood up to meet her. She nodded, and the two of them stepped inside. As she turned expectantly toward him, Tom began to pace, and if she didn't know better she would have sworn he was nervous.
"What was it you wished to talk to me about?" she asked him.
"Tomorrow I'll be going to the Fairy Hallows, and I want you to accompany me," he said. She took in his stance as he said this; his hands clasped behind his back, his body pitched slightly toward his toes, his demeanor slightly uncertain. Yes, he was actually nervous.
"Why?" she asked, confused.
"Well," he said, not looking in her eyes, "I know you love knowledge as much as I do, so I thought I'd be nice and invite you along."
Hermione thought about what he said. She didn't really want to go anywhere with him, she was certain he had some ulterior motive behind it, at the very least, but the opportunity to see a real live fairy was just too good a chance to pass on. It had been many years since anyone had seen a fairy.
She took a couple steps forward, causing him to look into her eyes again, and said, "I will go with you, but I just want to make something perfectly clear first. I am nothing like you. Regardless of our shared interest in knowledge, we are not the same."
He leaned in closer, making her take a step backward as he said, "Hermione, we are more alike than you think. You'll see that in time."
She turned and walked toward the window as she said, "No, we are not, Tom. We're not the same at all." Then she paused in horror as she realized what she'd just done, she whirled around to look up at him.
He stormed over to her, backing her up against the wall, one hand to either side of her head as his face came impossibly close to her own. "What did you just call me?" he demanded, his hot breath fanning her cheeks.
Blushing hotly, Hermione felt her body begin to tremble. She took a deep breath as her eyes focused anywhere but on his face, and whispered, "Tom…"
He didn't speak, didn't move, and finally she just had to look up. She discovered that he was smiling as her eyes met his, and her heart began to pound at the unexpected look in his eyes. Then he turned and headed quickly for the door.
"I'll be here at 9:00 sharp, so be sure you're ready," he told her, and Hermione nodded as he left, closing the door behind him. How the hell will I ever sleep tonight? She wondered as she threw herself onto the bed, not sure which would keep her awake the most, the fact that she was about to see the fairies tomorrow, or what had just happened between her and Tom.
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