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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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Sept 20th,, 2004 ( two days after the race)
Hogwarts, Chamber of Secrets.
To say I woke up sore would be too cliché, everything felt on fire. I wince as I move my arms and ease out of the bed. Voldemort is nowhere to be found and I sigh in relief. I put on the golden robe that was left near the front of the bed, assuming it was for me and continued to shuffle slowly towards the double doors on the right side. I remember that monster telling me the lavatory was this way. I push the door open and I’m greeted by a round room decked in pure silver, lighting bolts of black littered the blinding stone. A complete contrast from the rest of this place, I wonder why. I ponder as I observe three black doors across from me, both left and right doors are locked, hmmm I will have to figure out how to break past the wards… the middle door swings open and after walking past a long corridor I arrive at a beautiful bathroom, although to call it that was laughable. The “bathtub” alone was the size of the Gryffindor common room, the levers for soap were shaped like opened mouthed serpents, silver with emerald eyes. It appears the water falls from the ceiling, I notice as I glance upwards. A steam room and sauna lay to the right side, the toilets were in an enclosed area behind the sauna. Finally, the center belonged to a training ring, including weights and magical equipment. Leave it to Riddle to have an entire gym for a bathroom. I immediately run the pool sized bath by pulling a silver chain, after sniffing a few soaps, I choose sandalwood and vanilla soap. I discover a little closet supplied with healing potions, calming droughts, and tons of fluffy towels, along with a bottle of conditioner. Thaaank Merlin
I return to the steamy filled pool to see Riddle sitting alongside the bubbly waters. Beside him is a table laden with fruits, sweet breads, and tea. My stomach instantly rumbles, and I realize the last time I ate was before that cursed race. Riddle rises at my entrance smiling strangely “Hello Hermione, you simply look ravishing after a thorough fuck. Care for some tea?” I stare for a second in thought before pouring several pain potions into the water, glaring at Riddle the whole time. Afterward, I dive into the warm soapy water, I swim to the bottom as I sit cross-legged and my cheeks puffed out. My arms swirl around me, the pressure from the water lulls my frantic beating heart, and although this moment may only be mere seconds in my eternal life, I was at peace. My muscles began to soften, and I start to figure this out.
Okay, Hermione, just weigh out your options … Pros, I can save Harry and Ron, Riddle can’t read my mind anymore, immortality…I can eventually find a way to defeat him… my hair is awesome soft…Okay not bad... what are the cons, well immortality trapped with Riddle, I don’t have safe access to Fae books or lore, and I need to figure out what my Father’s side changed about me, magically wise. I know I still have magic… I can feel this pleasant hum of power below my skin…
okay, what else…. well Riddle himself is the biggest con… He’s addictive poison...My mind wanders to the events of last night and I blush… stay on subject… okay, it's settled, after freeing Harry and Ron I shall give him hell and also find a way to defeat him… this is route is going to be full of pain and sorrow, but I refuse to let this be easy for Riddle...
I look up towards the surface, the light filters through and makes beautiful iridescent patches throughout the bottom of the silver tiled tub… I sigh contentedly… I wish I could stay under here forever, cocooned in warm comfort and dazzling colors... but alas my lungs can only hold so much…
I break through the surface and gasp in steamy scented air, I began to stroke towards Riddle, my muscles felt totally better and my intimate parts felt normal again, thanks to the pain potions. My sopping hair hangs behind me as I finally meet the edge of the pool. Riddle stares at me with gorgeous amusement, he’s drinking tea and reading a book on American political infrastructure.
“Honestly Hermione, must all Gryffindors be so melodramatic?” He says this as he hands me a flute of orange juice. I take it without a word and drank deeply… I sigh in content, it’s been months since I’ve had orange juice…so divine I think as I down it in three gulps. I lick my lips and stare warily at Riddle, He stares back a strange glint in his eyes.
“Turn around, Hermione”, He says as he gives me a ripe strawberry. I’m about to say something along the lines of you turn around and I’ll show you where he can place this strawberry… but I thought about it, for some reason Riddle is in a very good mood and I really don’t want to ruin that...bad things tended to happen when he was irate. Besides, I’m sure if I would say that, then he would most likely repeat last nights events… I shiver in the warm water as I finally decide to take the strawberry and turn around, I nibble in silence as I wait for Riddle to do whatever.”
I startle as I feel him slowly lather my curls with minty shampoo, his nails slowly scratch my scalp in soothing circles, it feels so divine that I began to relax again in the water, quietly munching on the juicy berry. I’m lost in thought as Riddle continues to wash my hair. Why is he being so nice?
“Must you always weight every option I ask of you? I may not be able to read your mind anymore, but I can still read your eyes and it's quite adorable to watch the distrust”, Riddle chuckles darkly.
“Must you always make me do things against my will?” I ask softly, careful with my words. I really hated calling him master. ugh.
“If you learned your place, I wouldn’t have too Hermione”, Riddle retorts as he begins to rinse the minted soap from my curls and then adds conditioner, he slowly runs his conditioned fingers throughout my hair.
“You must mean as your whore,” I say bitterly as I clench my legs closed. I finish my berry and hold out my hand.
Riddle chuckles deeply as he hands me another, “You will be my whore in private, but my Queen to everyone else, you have no choice in the matter…”
He wants me to be his queen? why? it’s not like we agree on the same ideas, the complete opposite actually… I wonder is it only because we share-
“You’re doing it again Hermione”, Riddle chuckles as he begins to rinse the conditioner from my curls, my hair feels soft and smells of jasmine.
“Why do you want me as your Queen? It’s not like you don’t already have my immortality” I finally ask in curiosity.
“Must you ask? Even as a supposed mudblood you were beautiful, smart, clever, brave, fearless… all these are attributes for a queen; although the Gryffindor like qualities is quite aggravating. Still, many death eaters asked for you as a gift if caught, Malfoy is one example-.”
I automatically shiver, not wanting to know if he meant Draco or his pompous peacock father.
He continues “The benefit of you being immortal and one of a kind just adds to the prospect”
“Ahh right you like to collect rare things” I murmur as I remember the founder’s objects…
“You know me too well, now up you go, Hermione, we have much to do”, He helps me up and wraps a warm fluffy towel around my body, my wet hair drips down my back.
“Why are you in such a good mood?” I finally ask him suspiciously as he leads me to the table filled with treats and pours me a cup of tea.
“Oh, I suppose because I have finally infiltrated every branch of the MACUSA, no easy feat my dear. Also … I have found an exciting new hobby” He finishes this last part with a malicious gleam. I continue to eye him warily as I slip back on my golden robe and finally sit down to breakfast. I observe him carefully as he continues to fix our tea.
“What kind of hobby”, I ask.
I surely can’t picture the Dark Lord picking up gardening or restoring vintage automobiles, I stifle a laugh as I try to picture Riddle planting hydrangeas…
Riddle smiles innocently, his black eyes sparkle and he looks divine… he would be a perfect mate to have if he wasn’t a racist power-hungry murdering sociopath…
“Oh, I’ve been reminiscing memories with an old acquaintance… did you want sugar? , Riddle says casually as he peers toward me.
“Oh, honey please, if you don’t mind me asking what acquaintance?, I ask curiosity, I’m truly curious to see who Voldemort confines in.. I assumed “hobby” meant torturing poor muggles. I began to eat my breakfast, savoring every bite.
“Oh, It’s Potter.”, Says Riddle casually.
I stop mid-chew. oooof course! sociopath… I internally sigh with relief; well at least my theory of Harry and Ron being alive was true… just hold on a little longer guys.
“Wh- what are you doing to Harry?!” I ask angrily, trying to calm my voice
“I told you we are reminiscing about memories”, Riddle says this as he commences to eat his grapes.
“What kind of memories,” I ask with furrowed eyebrows, refusing to let this go, knowing that this couldn’t be good.
“I’ve shown him our memories of our time together Hermione” He purrs as he awaits my reaction.
I automatically freeze in fear and embarrassment.
Harry as seen everything… everything. He knows I begged for Riddle to fill me, worse than that he sees me.
I jump up in anger and disbelief “ You... you are plain EVIL!”, I slowly back away from the table.
Harry... I can't bear to see what those memories did to him.
“ It seems bad tempers are a universal trait with Gryffindors, Potter wasn’t too happy either, Do you know he actually cried? , Riddle laughs incredulously, a child at Christmas.
I continue to stare in utter shock, seriously why am I even surprised anymore, Riddle seriously likes to play with people.
“ I presume showing him I made you orgasm seven times, was what did it…. Or maybe seeing you thrust back when I was taking you from behind, It was quite a view Hermione”, Riddle ponders in humor.
“ You … you … are just horrible!” I screech as I turn around in fury and walk back to his bedroom. I feel my curls sizzle with magic as my skin hummed with power and swirls. I do not slow down until I arrive at the glassed armoire and wretch it open violently. Inside were a variety of expensive clothes, different colors, and material. I quickly grab a royal blue tunic and silver robes, next, I find white form-fitting pants and silver flats. I quickly put them on turning around when I hear Riddle approach saying,
“Hermione my dear, it seems your Fae powers are finally awakening”
I peer to him in confusion and follow his eyes towards the floor and gasp as I continue to eye the path I just took from the bathroom. The entire trail is filled with soft green grass and enticing wildflowers as if belonging to some summer woodlands. I slowly bend down and the flowers I touch began to bloom more. I guess my father really was the fae king of summer. I begin to walk again, I frown in confusion when nothing…oh! I remove my silver flats and step forward. soft green grass and flowers sprout underneath my steps once more. I proceed to stare at the flowers and grass, the smell is inviting and warm. I peer towards the bathroom and notice the trail near the hallway, leading to the bathroom is slowly disappearing back to cool black marble.
Riddle approaches my flowered trail and the greenery slowly shrivels, as it dying rapidly, it eventually blackens into nothing, I stare at him in shock, how dark would his magic have to be?
“It seems my princess, that we are complete opposites, Yin and Yang per say,” Riddle says this as he slowly walks towards me and grabs my throat, staring at me in curiosity. The surrounding plant life all shrivel away.
“How beautiful, I’m curious to see what other powers you may have…However, training must wait another time, care for a game of chess?” Riddle says, as he releases me and conjures a silver and gold chess set.
I nod slowly, thinking as if I have a choice.
“ How do I turn it off?” I ask, knowing well that escaping will be harder if I’m literally leaving him a trail.
Riddle peers at me with undecipherable eyes before saying, “ I would have no clue since I am not a highborn Fae of the Seelie Court, However, you may utilize my library above, perhaps you may find something, I have warded the books I presume would only get you into trouble.
I stare for a second in shock. well, that was easy. “Thank you, master,” I say, laying it on thick.
Riddle smirks, “Quite welcome. Now your move”, he gestures towards the chess table he conjured between the armchairs. I sit on the gold side.
-------------------------------------------------------
What seems like an hour passes and Riddle and I are are still playing. I’ve held up good, however, the game is close to an end, and he had me trapped, I’m immensely into the game when I hear him sigh. I peer up to see him looking at his silver pocket watch and stand up.
“As much as I have enjoyed our time together Hermione, I must leave; my new world will not run its own. I shall return at eight pm and expect you ready, a house elf will help you prepare and you will wear what I chose or go in nothing”, He grabs his cloak, ready to apparate.
“ Wait!” I gasp, totally forgetting the game. Riddle turns around waiting.
“ Where are we going?” I ask, baited breath.
He stares into my golden eyes before finally grabbing his king and knocking over my golden king
“To watch your friends die, Hermione.” I stare with ire in my eyes.
He grabs my golden queen and whispers “checkmate” as he apparates away.
“ That’s what you think Riddle,”
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