A/N: This is for the Roll-A-Drabble on the Hermione's Haven FB page. The prompts were Tom Riddle and Creature fic. Tomione/Volmione is one of my NOTP's so if this seems a little ridiculous please forgive me. It's 602 words.
Hermione woke up to an unfamiliar room and started to panic until she remembered the events of the previous day and closed her eyes to try and black it out.
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Hermione struggled against the Death Eater's which had been sent to fetch her, but ultimate gave in as there was too many of them for her to fight against.
"We will not harm you, my lady," one of them said.
Hermione had snorted derisively. She could not believe that they thought of her as anything more than a mudblood.
"We won't," another said adamantly.
Her curiosity was piqued, but nothing would prepare her for what was about to happen.
Once they arrived at their destination, Hermione was ushered through the doors and into a vast hall with many Death Eater's were standing on the sidelines.
I'm never going to get out of here alive.
"Hermione Granger, my lord,"
When she turned to look at Voldemort on his throne, Hermione was surprised by his youthful appearance. When she had seen him two months earlier he looked old, withered, with a flat, snakelike nose, and red eyes. Now he looked more like Tom Riddle before his transformation; handsome with dark hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. It was a cold beauty that radiated off him, and Hermione was sure she could have picked him out of a crowd blindfolded.
He must of found a way to restore his body, she thought.
"Do you know why you are here?" he asked softly.
"Because you want to kill me."
"Two months ago and I would have agreed with you, but now you're the one thing I must protect," Voldemort informed her.
"I don't understand," Hermione said furrowing her brow.
"What do you know of Veela, Hermione?"
"Not much. I only know that the females can turn into fire breathing birds, and that men make fools of themselves over them," she said, whilst thinking about all the times Ron went gaga everytime Fleur was around.
"There are two types of Veela, light and dark. The light Veela are probably the ones you are most familiar with; light blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Traditionally they fight alongside the Light. The dark Veela in contrast have dark hair, dark eyes, and light skin. They traditionally fight for the Dark side," he explained.
"What has this got to do with why I'm here?"
"I'm a dark Veela and you are my mate," Voldemort stated.
If her situation wasn't so dire then Hermione would have laughed at the absurdity of it all. There was absolutely no way she was Voldemort's mate.
"How do you know that?" she asked trying to keep the scepticism out of her voice.
"Veel know who their mate is the moment they see them."
"You saw me at the Ministry," she said.
"Yes. I never thought I would ever find you," he admitted.
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He had declared that anyone who so much as spoke to her the wrong way would be punished before dismissing all of the Death Eater's assembled there.
The rest of the day was spent talking and learning about what it meant to be his mate, and what he expected of her.
"How is my mate this morning?" he asked, drawing circles on her hip.
"I...I don't know," she said turning to face him, "There is still a lot to take in."
"You're worried about your friends."
"They will never understand," Hermione told him.
She knew that it was true. Harry would be devastated, and Ron would call her a traitor. There was no way she could go back to them.