(This is my plot, but the characters belong to JK Rowling and her amazing fictitious mind. This is a simple one-shot based on something that would never happen, but i started writing and this is what came out. If lots of people seem to like this, I might continue it, but for now it's just a one-shot. Thanks for reading and I hope people will review. Just bare in mind JK Rowling invented the books I love so much)
His pale spider-like hands sat, intwined, in his lap as Voldemort surveyed the prisoners brought before him.
Three scruffy, dirty individuals knelt before him, with Death Eaters surrounding them. They were all trembling and shivering. Moslty out of fear but also because the Great Hall of Hogwarts was terribly cold.
After winning the war in the final battle four days ago, Voldemort and his obedient follows had decided to inhabit the place and make it their palace. An ironic statement, Voldemort mused, living where Dumbledore, his fallen enemy, once lived and now the place from which Voldemort reigned. Now it was the place from where Voldemort made all his orders that were currently taking place all over Great Britain.
Death Eaters had increased in numbers, and Voldemort had a whole vestitude of followers.
Voldemort unclasped his hands, and began to drum his long fingers on the silver arms of his throne.
"Kill them all." Voldemort ordered. The Death Eater's grinned gleefully as the prisoners were lifted off the ground, kicking and screaming. "Let the message be sent out. If you try to rebel against my rule, you will be killed. In fact, get the family members of these three and kill them also. Not only do you lose your life if you rebel, your family lose their lives too."
The two men and one woman broke down in tears and screamed with anger, begging forgiveness and mercy. Voldemort waved his hand, dismissing the Death Eaters. He got up from his silver throne and left the Great Hall. He walked the dark, empty corridors towards the dungeons.
He entered the classroom to see Severus Snape working hard at his potions. Knelt at his feet in a fine, silk green dress much like a pureblood witch would wear, was Hermione Granger. She had caught two months before the final battle in which Harry had been killed and Voldemort had established rule over the country. The Order of the Phoenix had offered little resistance and the Ministry of Magic was already infiltrated with Voldemort's followers, such as Lucius Malfoy; Voldemort's second in command. The mudblood hadn't taken long to break, and was given to Severus as his reward for all his traitorous work.
"Severus." Voldemort greeted his follower.
"My Lord." Snape replied casting a spell over the potion, allowing him to pause from his work to talk to his lord. He came out from behind the desk and approached his Lord, kneeling down on one knee before Voldemort and bowing his head.
"Rise." Voldemort instructed. Snape rose from his knees and looking into the face of his Master without fear.
"How can I be of service?" He asked.
"I wish to borrow the Mudblood." Voldemort said. He saw Hermione's head snap up a slight smile curving her lips.
"Of course, my Lord. You may take her, as you wish."
Voldemort beckoned Hermione with one, long pale finger. She rose from her kneeling position and walked quickly to him, curtseying.
"My Lord." She greeted respectfully.
Voldemort grinned sardonically.
"Follow me, Miss Granger."
Hermione followed him obediently, out of the potions classroom, out of the dungoeons and all the way up to Dumbledore's old office which now belonged to Voldemort. All of Dumbledore's belonging were gone, except for the paintings. Voldemort had kept them there so they would all know he now occupied Hogwarts.
"Enter my quarters." Voldemort ordered once they were inside. Hermione quickly walked up to a painting of a bedroom and muttered the word "King" to which the painting opened, revealing a luscious green and black bedroom. Hermione walked inside, followed by Voldemort. She was used to this by now, and had been 'borrowed' by her new Lord at least a dozen times within the last two months.
Hermione disrobed immedietly, without order, and laid upon the bed.
Voldemort looked at her naked body appraisingly.
"Nice, as always." He smirked, removing his own clothes. Hermione shivered at the sight of his lithe, pale body; like always. Voldemort stalked over to her, like a predator approaching it's prey. He climbed on top of his king-sized bed. His spider-like hands trailed down Hermione's body, and she was forced to look into his face and see his snake-like features and red eyes.
Hermione had been terrified the first time this had happened, but, was quickly soothed into calmness by Voldemort. He'd surprised her by being a very gentle lover, and not the sadist she'd expected.
He began to place kisses softly on her skin, starting with her forehead, her neck, the valley between her breasts, her abdomen, her thighs and finally her feet.
"You know you've got me under your spell, my little mudblood." he commented.
"I know, my Lord, I know." Hermione replied "However, you know I'm very much yours."
"Of course. I hope Severus is treating you well." Voldemort inquired, in a way that made Hermione feel he actually cared. However, despite the kind way he treated her, she wasn't quite sure if he was capable of human emotion.
"Like always. He likes my capability at making potions, however, he still teaches me like a student. Even when we...when we..." Hermione drifted off, not wanting to say the words.
Voldemort brushed his fingers against her lips.
"I don't like the thought of my followers doing that to you. Does Severus loan you to anyone else?" he inquired. Hermione nodded. "Whom else borrows you?"
"Lucius Malfoy has borrowed me on two occasions. He is very sadistic." Hermione shivered at the memory. "His son Draco has used me many more times. He hates me for out time at school together and how I always outshone him, so he was very much like his Father, but in a less experience way. Several Death Eaters have used me once or twice, none of them I knew. That is all, my Lord."
"Well, I will tell Severus he is not to loan you to anyone else from now on. Furthermore, he is not longer allowed to touch you in an intimate manner." Voldemort pressed his erection against Hermione. "I feel I may have become a little too possessive over my possession."
Hermione smiled a real smile.
"I never ever would have thought I'd enjoy this."
"Enjoy what?"
"Being someone's possession. Being your possession." Hermione's eyes briefly filled with tear. "I sometimes feel like I'm betraying Harry, but, he's gone now." a single tear slid down her cheek. Voldemort wiped it away. Her eyes dried. "Now I've got you, and Severus. I'm surprised you treat me so well, and allow me to speak my mind."
"Well, I'm not going to let your mind go to waste, am I? You are a brilliant witch, Hermione. Despite your blood." He grimaced slightly, but it soon disappeared. "If only you weren't a mudblood. You could have been my bride."
Hermione gasped.
"You'd have married me if I wasn't a mudblood?!" Hermione said, her chest rising and falling with surprise. Voldemort nodded.
Hermione's feelings were all over the place, and for one of very few times, she wished she wasn't a muggle-born witch.
"You look regretful, my sweet...almost like you wish you were a pureblood." Voldemort commented, pressing his lips against Hermione's.
Hermione returned the kiss, and jumped slightly as Voldemort entered her. She moaned into his mouth, a moan he returned. They continued to kiss as his hands ran over her chest, and hers over his back. He began to move in and out of her.
Voldemort rolled over, making Hermione sit astrive him. His hands gripped her hips, sliding her up and down. She quickened the pace and leant down, kissing him again.
They moved quickly together, hips thrusting.
A few minutes later, he climaxed, as did she.
A sheen of sweat covered their bodies.
Hermione laid down beside him, breathing heavily, a pose-coital flush covering her cheeks and chest.
Voldemort stood up off the bed and began to dress. Hermione followed suit.
"You should return to Severus. I shall call upon you soon. Goodbye my sweet." Voldemort kissed Hermione's forehead, and she realised something.
Despite who he was, what he had done, the age gap, the fact he'd killed her best friends, hated people like her and she had no chance of a future with him; Hermione loved him.