This is a SEQUEL if you have not done so please read the first part 'His'.

This is written slightly differently to 'His', it shows two points of view rather than just Hermione's.

The ... means the POV has changed I might add, enjoy!

How you turned my world, you precious thing
You starve and near exhaust me
-Labyrinth 'Within you'

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4 months later

Voldemort's POV

I have everything. The world is mine, everyone bows down to me. Just what I always wanted, power.

My inner circle all got their own countries to rule-but of course under my watch, I just don't have the time to look after such individual problems.

But one thing is missing, it is her. She escaped my grip, so stupid and careless. I want her back, not just for the reason that she's mine but because of something else. I can almost hear my ancestors saying it, 'How pathetic that the dark lord misses a girl, a muggleborn Gryffindor slave?' She is so much more than that though.

The first time in my life I was stumped, I had found the Potter boy easily but I couldn't find her. I didn't kill him, he was faced with a lifetime or slavery and torture-death was too simple. The rest of the order was either faced with the same fate or thrown into Azkaban, a selected few were executed.

why did she leave? She told me she wouldn't that same day she did. She told me she loved me, I knew it was true but she also told me she hated what I do, I won't ever change that. I don't care what she feels like, I will find her and she will serve me.

I sat alone in my study, reading up the countries leaders reports; everything was running smoothly I smirked. I looked up at the sound of a knock on the door and opened it with a wave of my hand, Severus stood in the doorway.

"Milord", he acknowledged respectively, he was my best follower, the closest person to me other than Hermione-you could almost call him a friend, almost.

"Severus, you have news?"

"Yes milord, the approximate whereabouts of miss Grange-erm Mrs Riddle have been found", I had everyone get into the habit of calling her that. She wasn't Granger anymore, she was mine-no matter how much I hated the name, "she's been sighted the south of France as you originally thought. I just came to confirm this", I smirked, she's just in my grasp.

"Thank you, you have done well. I want her back to me as soon as possible, I don't want people thinking she has left, everyone must 'know' she is here with me. When she is back here, I am going to punish her so much she will never think to leave again, she is my slave, my wife and I will have her back", I told him what he already knew. I had made him minister of magic, under my orders of course. He aso had an unexpected taste for woman-I never realised he had interest in anything like that but he opened up a brothel, filled with so many witches of all ages who had nowhere else to go.
I could go in and use as many woman as I liked at no cost, so many beautiful ones but none compared to Hermione.
"You are dismissed"

"Yes milord", he bowed and left through the door.

I leaned back on my chair and looked at a photo frame on my desk, me and Hermione on our wedding day; we both looked so good.

I feel empty, maybe it's because part of my soul is bound into her and it was far away from me, maybe I missed her.
How did it come to be like this? She was just a slave! Supposed to help me win the war, but I won the war alone. Even if she hadn't of killed Dumbledore Draco would of so I would still be here but instead she would be here as well. What is happening to me! I have fallen for a girl, I've had many girls in my bed but never have I had anything more than lust for any of them!

She is going to pay for that.

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Hermione's POV

I lay back on the sandy beach in the summer sun, the warm waves washing up against my legs as I read a book. This was my relaxation part of the day, without it I would go mad. Every day I did my routine of getting food, checking I was well hidden, practising random magic and read up on updates of the world. That was my life.

I was lucky I can't die, if I could I would have only a few days ago when I drowned. A simple swim until my foot got caught on something, nothing is worse than the weight of water crushing against your body, no air in your lungs but you still don't die. I got out by performing a spell to throw me back onto the beach, I knew I had to be more careful, after everything I almost forgot about natures own dangers.

He hadn't told the world of my disappearance, I read the Daily Prophet everyday and not even a sniff of it-something major like the dark lords wife escaping would be front page if he announced it. Obviously he didn't want people to think he was weak, like anyone would ever think that anyway.

I always wore a glamour charm, every day I changed my appearance so no one would get suspicious of me, especially when deatheaters travelled through the village I stayed in, which was quite rare.
Today I am just a 17 year old blonde haired beauty-the charm was random but I always got lucky. The charm covered up my marks but not my ring, typical marriage magic.

I thought at first he would take away my magic-he had the power to do it but he never did. Who knew why, he probably thought I would return to him, I couldn't, I loved him but I hated his work, I didn't want to delve anymore into the darkness I had already entered.

I worked out if I had of stayed pregnant I would be giving birth around this time, wow imagine being a mum! I didn't regret Dumbledore's death but it made me sad that one of the greatest wizards of all time could be so cruel to me, I trusted him and he didn't help me. I read about the orders capture, apparently there was a public execution of a few, some were locked away and others…who knows? Harry was captured within weeks of Voldemort's rise to capture, I always thought he would last longer but he was foolish to think he could outrun him. Am I foolish? I have survived 4 months; maybe I'm just more clever.
Hogwarts stayed open, but they were taught all new subjects including the dark arts, it was open to anyone of any blood type but there were no 4 houses. Just Pureblood, half-blood and muggleborn, I pity the muggleborns, it would be me there if I wasn't here. I heard they were faced with a hard life at school.

The muggles weren't rounded up like I expected they would be. They lived there normal lives but they were all 'servants' to the wizards, it was like back in the 1600's, they were farmers and maids. Their lives were to keep themselves alive. The village I lived in was a muggle one, but because there were so few of them and nowhere near anyone they didn't have to do all that.

I didn't really know the true state the world lay in, luck was with me and I did land in a place the deatheaters didn't bother taking over, it's such a small place there's no point. I have no idea how everyone is, how life truly is like, the daily prophet is controlled by Voldemort so obviously it wouldn't report the truth.

I couldn't do a thing about it, so I just stayed lying in the sand. Daydreaming about better times.

All of a sudden I felt something pointing in my neck, I looked up but the sun was in my eyes, I could see the silhouette of a big man though.

"What the?", I said confused

"You'll be perfect! I'm going to get a lot for you", he said in a rough voice, with no warning he pulled me up into his arms tightly, his wand digging deep into my neck.

"Get off of me!", I screamed,

"Oh I don't think so", he sniggered, just when I was about to crucio him I was hit with a stunning spell.

I awoke in a daze on a cold floor, I fluttered my eyes as I moaned from my aching body and looked around.

"Good morning my sweet", a toothy grinned deatheater said with a grin above me, I pulled myself up and pushed myself back away from him, "No escape my dear"

"Where the fuck am I and who are you!"

"I just 'look after' the girls here. You're in the biggest brothel in the world, some bloke brought you in, said he found you in France so he just picked you up-he was paid a lot for you, we haven't got many that look as good as you". I stood up quickly in shock, after all this time I've been captured! But not by Voldemort, no, now im going to be forced to be a slave to whatever man pays for me! I cried in frustration and disbelief.
"As im your boss for now, you're going to make a lot of money for me, I won't touch you-I don't touch products I can sell"

"You're a bastard", I snarled

"I'll let you off this once but you will address me as sir in future", I didn't want this but if I refused too much higher people may get involved, that could possibly lead to Voldemort-unlikely but I wouldn't risk being the only girl to ever escape! For now I was safe from Voldemort.

"Ok sir", I grumbled,

"You will be supplied with garments for each customer-depending on the price paid but I'm going to make sure you are an expensive one, you can get me a few extra galleons. You're married aren't you? Pity your husband's going to miss you! The ring wouldn't come off, I don't care who you're married to even though you seem a bit young. If anyone asks about it tell them your husband was killed so you were brought here, understood?"

"Yes sir", I moaned

"Good, I already have a booking for you tonight"

That was the start of my new life as yet another slave. I was surprised no one had figured out who I was but my glamour charm held because I was quite powerful, I had created a new glamour that lasted as long as I concentrated. I didn't try to escape because no one had ever escaped, if I did there would be an investigation. I didn't need that.

So I accepted the pitiful life and just got on with it.

Everyday I had at least one wizard come to my room, fuck me, and then leave. I felt so used and disgusting but I blocked it out of my mind, I pretended in my head that each man was Voldemort, I missed his touch but I just couldn't return to that life. Even though it was better than my current one, I didn't harm other people, that's what I hated doing, no matter what anyone said I disagreed with Voldemort's goals. So many times though I just wanted to crucio the bastard on top of me but I resisted.

I sat alone in just a ripped black dress on my bed reading-I had requested books to keep me occupied which I was allowed, apparently I brought such good business that they preferred me happy than moody. The guy who I had to call sir stood in the doorway and looked down at me.

"So Zoë", he mumbled the name I told him was mine, "You have a customer tonight-if you fail to perform this wizard will probably kill you"

"What do you mean"

" Let's just say he tends to kill those he's finished with unless he's in good mood, be on your best behaviour I can't afford to lose the money!"

"Why didn't you just turn him down if you were so worried? It doesn't matter to me really", well it didn't, I can't die-but he doesn't need to know that.

"This wizard you can't refuse, you will wear the finest tonight. Good day", he finished and walked out after throwing a tiny bundle on the bed. I wonder who it would be. I bet its some high up deatheater-good, I feel like torturing someone even if I do get in trouble.

I slipped on the miniature garments, purple satin and black lace, they were such good quality and were so soft against my skin, I had also been given a thin matching robe to cover myself up for now. I was used to being dressed and ready to be abused for an hour by now but tonight for some reason inside I was scared. I had been in this room for maybe a month and I was actually scared for the first time! I found it strange I wasn't mixed with other girls because I knew all the others did, maybe it was because I got so many men there just wasn't enough time to make friends, I didn't have any. I remember Neville and Luna, they were good friends, and they still are if they trust me, but that's unlikely.

Why was I so scared? I didn't get it, deep inside I was shaking. My blonde hair fell straight down my back and my lips were red and pouty-I was supposed to do my best to get the wizard to tip extra, the hotter I looked the better basically.
I sat back down and read my book about werewolves, it was interesting but it didn't have anything I didn't already know. Darkness fell quickly and soon there was a polite knock at the door followed by it opening. I bowed my head waiting to be told what to do, I saw the bottom of a deep black cloak over robes circle me slowly. He clicked his finger so I took it to mean look up, I saw he was hooded so I couldn't see his face but I felt his eyes on me.

"Do you know who I am?", he hissed, my heart skipped as a beat as I realised.

"You are the dark lord", I whispered, I can't believe he is here. So long I've been hidden and now im in the same room about to have him fuck me without him realising.

"You are bright, but that doesn't matter. Word has spread that you are the best this place has to offer, I have been with many here so I am going to try you out and see how good you really are. If you live up to the standard I expect I will let you live, if you don't I think an Avada Kedavra should be in order", I saw his lips turn into a smirk. "Remove your clothes; I have no time for dawdling with a whore". I quickly obliged, I hoped to Merlin he wouldn't recognise me, as my bra fell to the floor he raised his hand so I stopped.

I didn't have a birthmark or something he recognises do I? He edged closer while pulling away his hood, I wanted to kiss him, and he hadn't changed in appearance at all. He reached out his hand, for a second I thought he was going to hit me but he didn't, he took my hand and looked at my ring. No one had ever noticed it, oh no…he's going to recognise it.
"Where did you get this?", he said almost silently

"I was married before I was brought here, my erm husband died, I don't know what happened to him", I lied quickly wile shaking, I had practised occlumency so I was getting good at it. "It's not worth anything, just a cheap copy of a popular design..."

"Why do you shake? Is there something that's making you nervous?", he said, gripping my hand tightly

"N-no, you are just the most powerful wizard in the world, it's hard not to be slightly nervous", I muttered, I was putting on a good act but he seemed to be buying it. He released my hand and pushed me onto the bed.
He was rough, very rough, there wasn't any kindness in his actions. With me he was rough anyway but here he just did it and got up without a word. I felt so used, he didn't know who I was so treated me like dirt.

"I was quite surprised you didn't scream like the others"

"There is no need. Scream is just sound, it has no power behind it, it wouldn't stop you would it?", I said but quickly shut up.

"Your right, it wouldn't. At least you have a brain...what was your name again?", he asked while dressing himself with his wand.

"Zoë, Zoë Occult", I said hastily, he nodded and left for the door.

"I'll be seeing you again then Mrs Occult", his eyes flickered to my ring and he was gone.

I let out a deep breath and fell back onto the bed.
He's going to be back and I'm still a slave of his, the irony.