This idea literally just popped into my head, so I typed it all up in like… ten minutes, which I think is a record for a chapter this long XD
So yeah, as you can see, it's a Voldemort/Tom Riddle and Hermione Fic… I'm a little obsessed with them right now… I got bored so I went down all of the names in the selection of Characters along with Hermione in the M Rated section… Let me tell you… There are some weird ones… but some are good… I'll put a list at the bottom :D
Anywaaaay, I hope you like this story :D It's the start of a long one, I believe :D
~Riddle Manor~
An angry hiss ripped through the halls of Riddle Manor and one man, in one of the backroom's, dropped dead in his path. No wounds were obvious, and the quick green light was the only evidence of what had killed him.
Severus Snape was late. He'd been held back again by his incompetent students. He had hoped for his sake that the Dark Lord was not angry. Now, he feared the worst, but masked it all behind the mask he had learned to wear for most of his life, and the mask he was supplied with by the Lord in his teenage years.
Voldemort was pacing in his office. Well, it wasn't an office per-say, more of a room with a table and a chair and stacks of papers. This was his father's office once before him. Not anymore.
"My Lord?" Severus was the first to speak. Voldemort stopped pacing and stared into Severus' eyes, red on black.
"She's alive, Severus," he whispered. He looked afraid, happy and hurt, "I felt her."
Severus' heart soared in happiness, "You are sure, Master?"
"As I've ever been."
Severus tilted his head slightly, "If I may, my Lord," he stopped for a moment, waiting for his Master to reject him. When nothing was said, and Voldemort just stared deep into his eyes, he continued, "Why do you look so… saddened… by the news?"
"It's activated by pleasure, Severus," he whispered, "The charm I put on her, all those years ago, when I first saw her. It's activated when the person who is charmed encounters pleasure with another person."
Severus nodded. He understood the pain the man before him was going through. He was thought to be evil for all of the wrong reasons, but he was doing what he did out of love.
"Return back to Dumbledore, for tonight, Severus," Voldemort hissed, "I need to calm myself down, and I do not wish to kill you. Soon, we start searching for her."
Severus smiled to himself. If anyone could find her, the Dark Lord could. He was known for being successful in hunting his victims down.
But this case might be harder.
The girl didn't know who she really was, hell; they didn't even know who she was or what she looked like, or even her name. All they knew was that she was alive, she was a girl, and she was seventeen years old.
~12 Grimmauld Place~
Anger ripped through Hermione as she shoved Ron off of her, "Leave me alone." She growled, and she punched him, square in the nose.
Ron was dumbfounded, and so was she. She'd never acted like that before. She wasn't even angry with him, but something was coursing through her veins, and she felt… betrayed?
Hermione shivered and blinked a few times. Things had just been advancing well; her and Ron were about to sleep together and he'd been just about to give her her first orgasm before she threw him off. Of course, she hadn't given it all up just yet, he had to use his hands and wait a couple more months before she let his nether regions anywhere near that part of her.
She had all the control, and she loved it.
But now, it didn't look that way. Blood was pouring from Ron's nose, and Hermione quickly hoisted herself off of the bed.
"Shit," she murmured, "Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry."
"Don't touch me," he whimpered, "Leave me alone. We're over!" He crawled backwards, holding his shirt, which they had discarded moments before, to his bleeding nose. He quickly reached the door and rushed down the stairs, as far away from Hermione as possible.
Hermione sobbed quietly to herself. She didn't know what had come over her, and the anger she felt… she could have killed him if she'd tried.
She felt like she could murder someone.
But she wouldn't; she wasn't that kind of person.
Hermione grabbed her knickers from the bottom of the bed and pulled them back on, along with her jeans, and refastened the back of her bra. Looking quickly into the mirror, she deemed herself appropriate enough to venture back downstairs and find out how Ron was.
She was cautious down each step, listening out for where the others were and what they were talking about.
Ginny was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. She grabbed Hermione by the shoulders and slammed her into the wall, "What the hell did you do to him?" she growled.
"I didn't mean to…"
"Didn't mean to, what? He looks absolutely terrified!"
Hermione pushed Ginny off of her. "I punched him, okay?" she sighed, running a hand down her face, "I got angry, and I don't know why, and then suddenly… I punched him, which makes no sense to me, because I was having the time of my life…"
Ginny stared at Hermione for a moment, "But that makes no sense."
"What do you mean, 'that makes no sense'?"
"Ron's been rambling that you turned into an evil, murdering demon."
Hermione growled and stalked into the kitchen where Ron was being poked and prodded by Mrs. Weasley.
"Mrs. Weasley, it's just a broken nose, do give the boy some room to breathe."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her exasperated professor, staring at the woman. When Mrs. Weasley did not listen to him, he turned around and stalked out of the room, returning with two vials and handing them to her.
"Blood replenishing potion and pain potion," he grumbled, "Now, fix his nose and give him those and he'll no longer need you strapping him down to a chair over something to trivial."
"Trivial?" Ron gasped, "She's a demon, a demon, I'm telling you!"
Mrs. Weasley hit Ron lightly over the back of his head, causing more blood to spill from his nose, "Don't be so cruel, Ronald," she scolded, "I'm sure you did something to start her off."
"Actually, he didn't," Hermione whispered. She stepped into the room and all eyes turned to her. She tried to catch Ron's eye, but he was leaning back rigidly in his chair, trying to escape and get further away.
"What do you mean, Hermione," Mrs. Weasley asked.
"I don't… I don't know what happened," she said slowly, "One minute, everything is fine, great even, and the next, I punched him. I don't even… I wasn't even angry… Well, I was… I just… I had no reason to be."
Severus was the next to speak, almost interrupting her last sentence, "What was the worst feeling you felt?" He was approaching her, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Remus attempt to step in before Dumbledore shot out a hand, halting him.
"I felt… I felt betrayed," she whispered, "I felt as if I was being betrayed… and then as if I was betraying someone else." She took in a deep breath, "But that makes no sense, does it? I'm not... wasn't going out with anyone except Ron."
Severus led her to a wooden chair and sat her down, kneeling between her legs and cupping her face in his hands. He turned quickly to face Ron, "What did her eyes look like when it happened?"
"What?" Ron stuttered.
"Come on, boy, what did they look like?"
"Red. They flashed bright red. She's evil!" he hissed at her. Hermione whimpered.
"What's happening to me?" she whispered to Severus. He turned back to her and studied her once, intensely, before turning to Dumbledore.
"Albus," he started.
"I know," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with the excitement of this situation.
"I can't-"
"Then don't."
"But what if-"
"It won't."
Hermione panicked. This had something to do with her, and she knew it. She was afraid of the whole situation, and no one would give her the answers she wanted.
Severus nodded and touched Hermione's cheek once more before standing, turning on his heel, and walking out the door.
There ya go :D I hope you liked it…
Here's a really good stories that I have read this week… I'm gonna do that from now on:
Peeves/Hermione:
Finding True Happiness by CeliaEquus
Summary: Hermione needed romance; Peeves needed a willing virgin. One lonely; one bored. Could they make magic together? Warning: Many lemons. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I'm not making money from this.
My Thoughts: Lemons… Lots and lots of juicy lemons… Starts with a lemon too, made me happy :D I like lemons, but I can't write them -.- But this story… oh my god, this story is amazing and I love it way much more than I should. It's the only one in the Hermione/Peeves section under M Rated, so it should be easy for you to find but my god, I laughed so hard I cried. I think I scared my dogs a little when I was lying on the sofa beside them, shrieking… Seriously, check it out… I've just finished reading it :D [Mention I sent you ;D]
Also, check out some of my other stories :D I have another Voldemort/Hermione story on hold, because it's very dark and creepy…. I might post it later… you never know. Maybe I can fit it in here as a dream at some point, cause it's not really going anywhere else XD
Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter :D
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Auralee xx