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Sharpest Wit	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 5792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N- This is a bit of a story I've been holding onto for a while. I hope everyone enjoys, Shame's Desire will be back next week! A huge thanks to my lovely beta Eclectic Pet!

As he looked over the same useless texts for the fifth time Tom hissed before throwing the book away from him. With each passing day he was getting closer and closer to his own death and he still hadn’t corrected the Horcrux problem. He had expected to have his mortality fixed by the time he left Hogwarts, but because of the meddling of one twinkle-eyed professor, all his plans fell apart.

Now, six years after graduation, he was pretty sure the only copy of the book he needed resided within his old school. Tom hissed again before sitting back and tapping his wand on his worktable.

He didn’t think he would be able to gain access to the school any time soon. All applications to work there had been denied on the spot. The old fool, who was now the Headmaster, had actually gone so far as to ban him from the premise. He could get one of his growing group of followers to retrieve the book if he only knew exactly what book he needed.

Even finding that information was proving impossible without access to the most complete library in England. Realizing if he didn’t find an answer or a distraction in his state, he’d take his anger out on his own small apartment. Tom got to his feet and headed for the door.

Once on the dank street of Knockturn Alley, Tom looked around in search of something to distract him from the problem at hand. He felt it would help his focus in the long run if he didn’t keep himself so frustrated.

As he walked he passed people selling everything from fake charms, to illicit drugs. He’d tried some of the latter in the past, though only the ones that he deemed worth experimenting with. Nothing that would make him lose control. Today was not the day for such things though, as he only had a few hours before his shift at Borgin and Burkes.

He glanced to a few witches always standing on the street, trying to sell their bodies to the highest bidder. Nothing was worth paying for today, there had never been really, a man like him never lacked for a partner if it was something he wanted.

Though the pathetic creatures weren't tempting him, they did give Tom an idea for an appealing distraction. Heading into the main street of Diagon Alley, he figured his target would be in one of the more fashionable cafes at this time of day.

It didn’t take him long to find the willowy form of Abraxas’ new and fairly useless bride. The one useful trait Tom had discovered in her was the witch’s willingness to do just about anything for the feel of him inside of her. It had been a fun game to push her boundaries further and further, just to see when she would finally break.

He usually gave the girl a few weeks or even months between any kind of attention. Showing her how very unimportant she actually was to him. But with his recent frustration, he’d make an exception this time. His last game had only been a week ago, but it would be nice to catch her unaware as well.

He watched her for a moment as she spoke to equally useless friends. He was trying to decide exactly what he’d have her do today. The puzzle of one woman’s fall into depravity didn’t take much of his immense focus. So when a smoldering witch in a dark red robe stepped in front of him he wasn’t caught by surprise.

“Can I help you?” He asked smiling in the way that made most women’s knickers drop.

“You’re so very cute in this form.” The woman said in a more than condescending way. “I really don’t understand why you ever decide to lose the nose.” She says before tapping the feature with her finger.

“Excuse me?” Tom asked in a much colder tone. “You just touched me.” He informed distracted from her insane words by her insane action. “Did you just say something about my nose?” He asked as he became aware of her full ridiculousness.

“That isn’t really important.” She said still talking down to him in a way no one had ever dared before. “What’s important is that you’re good at this…” She added with a motion to the woman he was about to play with before she got in his way.

He took a step back from her clearing the ice from his voice. “I don’t know who you think I am, but you should leave.”

The woman’s smile only spread, becoming all the more predatory. “Oh I know you far better than you could ever understand. I know exactly who you will become and ways to make you truly everlastingly great.”

Tom blinked at the obviously touched woman and wondered if he could sneak her into an alley and just kill her to be done with it.

“I have a wager for you.” She said and it seemed as if time around them stood still. Every shopper in the busy street had frozen in place and even the wind died. The smell of coffee and sweets from the cafe had disappeared as if Tom was actually out of time itself.

“How did you do that?” He asked the woman suddenly much more interested in her than he had been a moment ago. Maybe he wouldn’t kill her just yet. “Artifact or spell?”

“The world stops when the Devil starts a deal. It will only continue once you agree to it or turn me down. But I think we both know what you’re going to say.”

Tom scoffed covering his surprise from a moment before. “This is some kind of trick. There is no devil, if there was I’d know.”

“You weren’t ripe yet sweetie, you just recently became truly interesting to me.” She said poking his nose again.

This time Tom grabbed her wrist and pulled her in so he could look into her eyes to make himself perfectly understood. “Don’t touch me.”

The woman looked directly back into his eyes as if the change in him had no effect on her. At the same time, coldness came over her and he could feel the swell of power off her. “Darling, you’re playing with fire.” She replied in the same tone.

He looked at her with more interest than fear but decided to let her go all the same. Such power in a being, it needed to be studied, it would have to be put to his own use. “What’s this wager?” He asked only to prolong his ability to watch her now. “What would I win?”

“You would win the one thing you desire most in all the world.” She said as the sly smile returned to her lips. “True immortality, or the closest thing there is to it. All you have to do is bend a powerful magical artifact to your will.”

“What kind of object?” He asked interested in what she was offering despite himself.

“You would find that out after you took the wager. It’s a part of the challenge, but you would be able to keep it if you won.”

“And if I lost?” He asks sounding if that would be very unlikely.

“If you’re unable to achieve the task in the time I set I’ll gain possession of your soul and you’ll have no way of gaining what you so obsessively seek. It would also mean you would serve me in life and after.”

His eyes narrowed in thought, he didn’t like the idea of serving another, but what were the chances he would lose when it came to understanding magical artifacts? “How much time would I have? How do I know you could actually pay up when I win?”
“You’d have a month. I’ll even give you a bit of time and say the contract ends at the stroke of midnight on the thirty-first day. And to prove what I can offer I’ll grant you the immortality while you’re working towards the wager.” She said with a dismissive wave. “This is all very generous of me really.”
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