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Serpent of the World	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 9486 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Happy birthday to me!!! Here is a new chapter, in celebration of my birthday! Yay! Thank you, so, so much Ozzy, for betaing this chapter, a dragon will be guarding you for all times. Also want to thank everyone who have read, rated and reviewed! Review replied can be found here: http://tomioneconvention.forumotion.com/t1011-review-reply-serpent-of-the-world
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Chapter 9
“I’m not going to wear that,” Hermione said, staring, appalled at the dress on her bed.
Riddle smiled. “Of course you are. You have five minutes to rant about it, but then you have to get dressed. I’ll go pick them up.”
Before Hermione had time to respond, he was gone. Hermione growled and cursed him. Who did he think he was, forcing her to wear something so ridiculous? She would look like the porn-version of a French maid!
Unless…
Hermione smiled and quickly pulled off her trousers and t-shirt. He had only said that she had to wear it, not that she couldn’t make adjustments to it. After all, he couldn’t be expected to know her size, and he didn’t want her to look ridiculous now, did he?
Stepping in front of the mirror, she snorted at the dress. Riddle must have been joking. Or at the very least, he was testing her, because there was no way in hell he could expect that she would allow anyone to see her like this.
She waved her wand, extending the skirt of the black dress, until it reached her knees. She then removed the silly lace at the arms, and pondered over what to do with the low neckline. Perhaps she could wear a top underneath? Her magical sewing-abilities didn’t help with much more than fixing tears and, well, extending or removing what was already there. Yes, a black top underneath would cover her enough.
She did, however, put on the white apron, even if that too felt insulting. But she was to play some sort of waitress and the apron seemed to go with the role. Why Riddle wanted her to play a waitress was still a mystery to her. He hadn’t asked her to cook or anything, just told her what she was to do once the guests arrived and then shown her the dress.
If she had to guess, she would say that he wanted to make a good impression on his guests. Having servants would make him seem wealthy, even if the meeting took place in a cottage. She was sure that could be explained by security concerns or whatever. He had said that these were dark wizards after all.
Or maybe he just wanted to torment her. That didn’t seem unlikely either. Perhaps it was indeed just a “training session in obedience”, as he had put it. Well, she could play games too. She’d be on her best behaviour and find out as much as she could about these dark wizards. It would only help her to identify them and send them off to prison once she was out of Riddle’s reach. Then he would stand there without any followers.
The thought made her feel smug, and when she heard Riddle open the front door again, she was able to walk out of her room with a neutral expression.
He was standing in the middle of the room with two men Hermione had never seen before. One of them was big and bald with a scar running across the left side of his face, while the other was shorter, thinner, and sporting a mane of red hair with a beard.
“Sir?” she inquired. One of his rules had been that she were to address him as if he was her master.
Riddle eyed her for a moment, but didn’t seem displeased with her attire. “Hermione, dear, bring these gentlemen something to drink.”
She bowed and went to the kitchen side of the living room, while Riddle led the men to the seating area.
“So you two kids are just living here alone?” the bald one asked, as he looked around the room.
“Sure, we can say that, Hans,” Riddle said with a smile, sitting down in the armchair closest to the wall.
The other two sat down in the armchairs which were turned away from the kitchen area. Therefore, only Riddle could see Hermione.
“I don’t even know what we are doing here,” the other man muttered, as Hermione came over with the drinks Riddle had prepared earlier.
The man Riddle had called Hans eyed her as he accepted his drink. It made Hermione’s skin crawl in disgust and she instinctively disliked the man.
“Well, I guess you are here because Hans couldn’t bring Charles and Jack,” Riddle said and took a sip from his drink. “Have they regained consciousness yet?”
Hans’s face tightened. “No,” he said shortly, clearly holding back anger.
Riddle seemed pleased by this. “There you go then.”
Hermione went back to the kitchen area and sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. Riddle would signal her when he needed her again, and until then, she’d just sit there and try not to be bored.
“We only came here to talk,” Hans said, his voice still strained. “Thomas here had some ideas on how we can improve our group.”
Hermione arched an eyebrow. Thomas? If he was going for a fake name, why did he choose something so similar to his own?
“What could he possibly know?” The other man sounded very hostile.
Riddle chuckled. “What indeed, Louis? Tell me, how is your wife? Still haunting you after you killed her? It must be really frustrating, never being able to bed another woman without her popping in and giving you pointers.”
The man flew up, his wand aimed at Riddle. “Who the fuck have you been talking to?”
Riddle looked very unimpressed by the wand. Hans reached out and grabbed Louis’s arm, dragging him down into the armchair again.
“Don’t make a fool of yourself, Lu,” Hans muttered.
“What the fuck, Hans? Who is this kid?”
“Someone worth listening to, you stupid arse,” Hand said, his tone final. “Now sit down and be quiet, or I’ll Imperio you myself.”
Hans seemed to have enough authority over Louis, because he didn’t say another word.
“With that resolved,” Riddle said, looking quite amused, “I’d like to know more about your order. How is the search for dragons coming along?”
“We have two dragons,” Hans said, even though he sounded reluctant to share the information. “We have a dragon trainer on our side, and he is teaching me how to ride and control one of them. But finding other dragons is hard because of the regulations on handling them. There are rarely any dragons available.”
“I have better connections,” Riddle said casually. “Dragons are easy to come by when you know who to talk to. I’m surprised your dragon trainer doesn’t know anyone else.”
“He isn’t from around here,” Hans said dismissively.
“Oh? Where is he from?”
“Someplace colder. He always wears a lot of coats. He’s a crazy fucker, that’s for sure.”
Hermione heard Hans take a swig of his drink and Riddle looked at her, making a small gesture with his glass, indicating that a refill was in order. Hermione quickly did as ordered and went to fill up Hans’s glass. Riddle wasn’t even one third through his glass, and Louis didn’t seem to be drinking at all. She returned to the kitchen again.
“How many are you?” Riddle asked.
“Thirty, forty, depending on the occasion. We did a ritual last full moon, thirty-seven came then. Powerful stuff.”
Riddle frowned. “A draining ritual?”
“How did you know that?” Hans asked, sounding surprised.
Riddle gave him a condescending look. “I assumed at least one of those thirty-seven knew which ritual is most effective during which full moon. And since I highly doubt you would be interested in the various fertility rituals that can be performed…”
Riddle trailed off with a chuckle.
Hans laughed as well. “Nah, we aren’t into that. We found ourselves a couple of lads from some farm and sucked them dry.”
“Muggles?”
“Yeah, too many wizards died in the war, we don’t want to use our own.”
Riddle nodded. “Probably wise. And you don’t attract as much attention when you use Muggles. I assume their bodies won’t be found?”
“’Course not. We are pros.”
Riddle looked as if he doubted that, but glanced at Hermione. She had a hard time not taking out her wand and killing them all where they sat. How could they just sit there and talk about murder so casually? And for what? Some ritual? Her hands trembled with anger, and she had to close her eyes and take a deep breath to prevent herself from doing anything stupid.
She focused on remembering who they were and what they looked like. Once she was out of here, she would report them to Kingsley. He would bring them to justice.
“You were just gathering for fun, then?” Riddle asked.
“What’s wrong with that?” Hans asked, sounding annoyed.
“Nothing wrong, per se, but why not use the group for something more productive?”
“Nah, we are not into the Dark Arts for some world domination shit like … You know. We just want to have some fun, meet like-minded people.”
Hermione looked up again to see Riddle lean back in his armchair. “Yes, but once you start riding on dragons, you’ll gain a lot more attention.”
“Our dragon trainer doesn’t think so. There are plenty of places where you can ride dragons without anyone noticing. We thought it could be fun to start tournaments to compete against each other.”
“You’ll need more dragons for that,” Riddle remarked.
“Yeah, I guess.”
Hans emptied another glass and Riddle signalled for Hermione again. Holding in her anger, she went over with the container and filled Hans’s glass again. Riddle was now halfway through his and Louis still wasn’t drinking.
“Are you afraid I’m trying to poison you, Louis?” Riddle asked, also noting Louis full glass.
“You can never be too careful,” Louis remarked darkly.
Riddle chuckled. “Well, I can assure you there is nothing to worry about. In fact, why don’t you show him, Hermione?”
Hermione looked at him, questioningly. She had just been about to leave again.
Riddle gestured for her to take the glass. She suppressed a sigh and reached out for Louis’s glass. Well, at least he hadn’t drunk from it yet.
She took a sip and swallowed. It was much stronger than anything she had drunk before and tasted quite bitter. She hid a grimace.
“Pah, my gran takes bigger mouthfuls than that,” Hans scoffed.
Hermione looked at Riddle who gave her a meaningful look, telling her to drink more.
Fine, maybe some alcohol would make listening to them more bearable for her. She took another gulp, swallowing it at once. This time, she couldn’t suppress a grimace at the bitter taste. Her throat was burning unpleasantly.
Hans laughed. “Your servant doesn’t seem to like it much, Thomas.”
“She is young. I’m still breaking her in.” Riddle dismissed her again with a wave of his hand.
With her back turned to them, Hermione shook her head and made a face.
“At least she is easy on the eyes. I’ve always hated those purebloods with their house-elves. Why would anyone want to see those creatures every day?”
Yes, Hermione would take great pleasure in turning this man over to the authorities. Maybe she would visit him in prison just to let him know she had been the one to put him away?
As she sat down, she could see Louis finally beginning to drink. She wondered why Riddle wanted them drunk. She was already feeling a slight buzz. Sure, the men were bigger than her and could probably handle a lot more alcohol, but it was clear that Riddle wanted them drunk.
Hm, the drink had tasted quite well though, now that she thought about it. She felt a slight yearning to drink some more.
She had just poured herself a glass when she froze. She didn’t like alcohol. She didn’t like being intoxicated. Why would she pour herself some more of this clearly strong—
Oh, he had drugged the drink. She spun around and looked at him. He saw her stare of disbelief and smiled, bringing his drink up to his lips and taking another sip.
But how could that be? She had poured his drink from the same container as she had the others. His drink must be drugged as well. So it couldn’t be anything life-threatening at least. Probably just something to make you want to drink more. Like lust stimulation, but for the drink.
Her eyes narrowed as she watched him talk to the others. He was showing off his restraint. But for what reason, she didn’t know. Did he just want to torment her? He must have realised she would figure out once he had her taste the drink. Or had he hoped she wouldn’t, and would succumb to the lure of the potion as well? What for?
Boy, that drink looked delicious. Sitting there on the counter, all white and sparkly, the ice shimmering as she moved the glass—
No! She put the glass down forcefully and the drink splashed out, onto her hand. Before she had time to think, she moved her hand up to her mouth and licked the liquid off. It was just a few drops, but it still made her feel really good. She bit back a moan. Bloody Tom Riddle.
She quickly washed her hand at the sink and dried it with a towel. Before the temptation returned, she turned her back to the container of the brewage and crossed her arms, tucking her hands against the sides of her body, to stop them from betraying her again. She scowled at Riddle when she saw him looking at her with mirth his eyes. She ignored him and tuned into the conversation again.
“… requires. So it’s not like they have to do much, we just make sure they aren’t spies or anything and then they can try it out for a year. If we deem them worthy, they are in,” Hans was just saying.
“And what about drop-outs?”
“Hasn’t happened,” Hans said proudly.
“But you must have some plan in case someone wants to get out,” Riddle pressed.
“Nah, we’ll deal with it when we deal with it, where did the girl go?” Hans turned around in his chair and looked at her. “Oi, girl, more drinks!”
Hermione hurried over with the container, forcing herself to not take a sip. How could they drink it so slowly? If she had been unaware of the drug, she would probably have drank several glasses by now.
She poured out more for Hans, and now Riddle also wanted a refill, as did Louis.
“Seems a bit unfair that you don’t get to drink any, Hermione,” Riddle said sweetly. “I know how much you like this.”
Hans chuckled. “She didn’t seem to like it too much before.”
“She is just slow at the start,” Riddle assured him.
“Well, in that case…”
Hermione let out a yelp when Hans grabbed her from behind and pulled her into his lap. He placed his glass against her mouth.
“Go ahead, love, no one can say Hans Lejon doesn’t know how to treat a lady!”
She couldn’t resist it. When the liquid reached her lips, she opened them and let the bitter tasting drink run down her throat. She still found it disgusting, but it was as if that didn’t matter anymore. All she could feel was the pleasure. The drink made her whole body feel warm and fuzzy, and all her worries disappeared like magic. She wasn’t even bothered that Hans’s free hand was on her thigh, stroking it.
The glass disappeared from her lips and she let out a groan of displeasure. Hans laughed.
“Who is this anyway?” he asked.
“Just someone who is willing to do what she is told, to learn what she wants to know,” Riddle replied casually. “I’m teaching her obedience tonight. She can be quite feisty.”
Hans laughed again. The alcohol seemed to be getting to him as well. “I’d be happy to help you out with that, Thomas, I know exactly what a girl needs to learn respect.”
He squeezed her thigh, hard.
At once, Hermione was ripped out of her pleasurable haze. She was still enough in her senses to know that she did not want to do what he implied. She slapped his hand away and jumped off his lap, drawing her wand at the same time.
Without even stopping to think of the consequences, she fired the first spell that came to mind.
Hans flew off his seat when two dozen birds attacked him, pecking at his face. He screamed, covering his face with his hands. Hermione lifted her wand again, ready to do something even more unpleasant to that hardness she had felt against her backside when she had been on his lap, but before she had the chance, Riddle grabbed her arm.
“I think that’s enough alcohol for one night, don’t you?” Riddle said and waved his own wand at Hans, ending her spell.
Hermione looked at him, suddenly worried. He had said that he would punish her if she misbehaved, and that he would let the other two help him. But all he did was lead her to the door to her room and push her inside.
“I’ll check on you later,” he said and closed the door.
Hermione stared after him. That was it? No public torture? What was he playing at?
Sighing, she sat down on the bed. Her head had started to spin from the alcohol, and she still wouldn’t have said no to more. Bloody Tom Riddle.
This wasn’t working. She needed to find some way to turn the tables. Biding her time and waiting until she found out more wouldn’t cut it. She couldn’t just sit by and listen to them talking casually about killing Muggles and making crude jokes about disciplining her.
And she would no doubt get punished for the hexing before the night was over.
But what would she do? What could she do? It was not like she knew any way to stop him, other than killing him, and there was no way she could kill him. Or was there?
No, she still needed him to teach her about the complexities of being a Parselmouth.
But that wasn’t forever. She could lay out the groundwork for murdering him. It would be hard. She stood no chance of killing him in a duel or anything like that. No, it would have to be sneaky and unexpected. Which was hard when you were up against someone as paranoid as him.
But maybe there was something she could do…
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Tom spent another half-an-hour with his guests before sending them away. The Order of Katla wanted to have fun and be free of anything having to do with regulations. Well, Tom could work with that. He was sure Hans and the others would be eager to do some small jobs in exchange for more fun.
What interested Tom the most was the dragon trainer. Hans didn’t seem to know him that well, but trusted that they were both just looking for entertainment. Tom wondered if this dragon trainer could have some other plans for the gang, once he got hold of more dragons. Tom would have to meet him. While Hans was the official head of the group, he was too simple-minded to be a real leader. He probably had several advisers guiding him about where they wanted him to go. Tom couldn’t have that. He wanted Hans to only listen to him.
His gaze went to the closed door to Granger’s room. Tonight had been informative in many ways. Granger was vicious when threatened. Very vicious. If he hadn’t stopped the spell, he was sure Hans would have ended up with some serious damage. And despite the amount of alcohol she had drunk, she had still been in control of her magic.
Rising from the armchair, he went over to Granger’s door. Her cravings for the drink should have subsided by now. It was only a mild lust-inducing potion, making the drinker want more at once. You built up a resistance to it pretty quickly, which was why Hans’s drinking had started to slow down after his fifth refill. But by then, he had been just as drunk as Tom had wanted him to be.
However, Tom had dosed the drink according to his own weight. Granger was smaller than him and had thus been even more drugged than Hans. Despite that, it should have left her system by now.
He opened the door and found Granger lying on her bed staring up at the ceiling. She lifted her head when he entered.
“I really hate you, you know that, right?” she asked.
“I assumed so, yes,” he replied, walking over to her bed and sitting down.
“So I guess you are going to punish me now for hexing someone who tried to sexually assault me?”
“Not yet, no. This was a very minor sidestep. I do expect you to protect yourself from other wizards; it’s not something I’m going to torture you over. I would have stopped him myself if he had tried to do something more than feel you up.”
“My knight in shining armour,” she muttered. It appeared that she was still quite drunk.
“However, since you failed to follow your orders, I will have to do something about that. But not tonight.”
She sat up and leaned closer to him. Her eyes were slightly unfocused. “Wow, you really are full of yourself, do you know that?”
“Need I remind you that you were the one who wanted to come with me? Actually, you begged me to take you along. You would make it easier for yourself if you would just do as you are told,” he said softly.
“And you should go back to looking like snake-face, it suits your personality more,” she said, and actually had the nerve to poke his cheek.
He swatted her hand away. “You are too drunk for this. We will talk again tomorrow.”
Granger, however, didn’t seem to be listening to him. Instead, she tried to poke his nose. When he swatted her hand away again, she started to giggle. She then proceeded to poke the rest of his body, as if she were trying to tickle him.
“Granger!” he called out, irritated.
It only made her giggle more. He was forced to take her hands and hold them down between them.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, as she kept laughing.
“I just realised, that must be why you preferred to look like snakey; if you didn’t look human, people wouldn’t treat you like a human. They would never even consider that you were ticklish!” At her last word, she broke free again and launched herself at him, pressing fingers into his sides.
“Bloody hell,” Tom groaned and tried to reach for his wand, but Granger’s hands were in the way. He thus decided to physically restrain her. Once again, he managed to grip her hands, and this time he turned her around and straddled her back.
Despite that, Granger was still laughing and even though she tried to squirm free, he could feel that there was no real effort behind her movements.
“Don’t make me hex you, Granger,” he said softly, finally withdrawing his wand and pressing it into her neck.
Her laughs died out and she grew still. When he was certain she wasn’t going to try anything else, he got off her.
He was just about to get off the bed, when she started talking again.
“I’ve never had a sibling.”
Tom sighed. “What are you on about now?”
“I’ve seen siblings do this. Tickling and stuff. But I’ve never had a sibling to do it with.” Her tone was sad.
“I advise you not to do it again,” he said, finally getting off her and off the bed.
She turned around and looked at him. “No, I guess not. Any playful act with you would just end up being bloody and gory.”
“Quite.”
She yawned. “Merlin, you are a pain, Riddle.”
“Just go to sleep, Granger. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
And for the first time that night, she followed his order without delay.
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