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Chapter two

"Please, darling. Sit down." Voldemort said.

It was all too weird for Hermione. The man she had grown up fearing, hating, and even fighting alongside the-boy-who-lived was now sitting in front of her, politely gesturing to a chair across him. She looked over to Bellatrix who was giving a nasty glare to follow the orders. Hermione sat down at the edge of her chair as if anticipating trouble.

"It's been quite a long time since I've seen you, Hermione Lestrange." Voldemort hissed.

Hermione couldn't help but stare at his pale complexion, along with the face of his none-existing nose and red eyes.

"I suppose." Hermione said bravely, not wanting to show the fear and discomfort that she obviously was.

"Oh, yes." He began. "I was even present when you were born, didn't you ever wonder why throughout all these years of me battling you and the harry potter, how you never got hurt?"

"I did get hurt." Hermione stated blankly.

"Ah yes, but not badly, and not by me."

Hermione didn't understand why the dark lord was telling her this. Why did it matter if she got hurt of not? Or more importantly, why would the dark lord care?

Consumed in her thoughts, Hermione began to eat her meal while ease dropping on the conversations. Lucius was discussing politics with Rodolphus while Narcissa and Bellatrix were gossiping. Hermione and Draco sat side by side not saying a word, along with Voldemort who would occasionally stare at Hermione.

"So how do you find the manor?" Draco asked.

"Big." Hermione said with a bit of a smile.

"I thought so. Big, expensive, beautiful, nothing you've ever seen before, handsome-"

"Are you describing the manor or yourself?" Hermione asked laughing at him.

"Why, do you find me handsome?" He said showing a big white smile.

Hermione felt her face get beat red, "No." She ducked her head to hide her blushing face and heard Draco laugh.

The meal went by quickly, and Hermione was soon excused to her bedroom. Hermione was grateful that they had let her go, she wasn't sure how much longer she could stay in that room full of all the people she hates. Does she hate them?

"You are very unaware of the things around you when you are deep in thought, Hermione." A cold voice spoke from the corner of her room. Hermione jumped at the surprise of seeing Voldemort's face come out of the shadow.

"W-what are you doing here?" Hermione stuttered, feeling queasy of being in the same room as the most powerful dark wizard alive.

Voldemort chuckled, which was weird seeing him do. It made him seem more human.

"Hermione," He said. "Does my appearance scare you? Make you uncomfortable?"

She didn't know how to respond to this question, of course it does.

"Please Hermione, I do not like being kept waiting, along with lying."

Hermione sat up straighter, "yes."

Voldemort smiled at this and moved over to the side of the bed of which Hermione was sitting. He placed out his hand, and Hermione just sat there.

"Will you dance with me Miss Lestrange?"

At this point Hermione was dumb struck, staring blankly at the man in front of her. Looking into his red eyes a wash of fear ran over her. What would he do if she didn't dance with him? And she really didn't want to. Voldemort must have heard her thoughts because his expression hardened and a look of offence clouded his eyes. Hermione didn't think twice before placing her hand in his, and his expression softened.

Immediately, a soft piano tune began playing form nowhere as he led her to the middle of her room. He placed his hand on her waist and the other in hers. Heroine put one hand on his shoulder and shivered at the coldness.

Before she could think, Voldemort's entire appearance change. He looked about her age, with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. He was still pale and slender but a small glow covered him. He had a nose and his lips were pink and plush. Hermione gasped at how handsome he looked, and realised that this was Tom Riddle's appearance.

"Do you like this look better?" he asked. His voice lacked the usual hiss and sounded like a normal teenage boy.

"Much." Hermione said trying not to blush. "Is this what you looked like when you were at Hogwarts?"

"yes." He replied. "this is Tom Riddle, your age."

Hermione couldn't help but smile a bit, the dark lord had changed his appearance for her. As strange as it was, she found it somewhat calming and comforting.

Hermione didn't know how long they danced around the room together, hours maybe? She began to get tried and he must have noticed because the music slowed and so had they. Hermione leaned into him and placed her head on his chest.

Listening to his heart beat and feeling his warmth, Hermione slowly drifted off to sleep.

. . .

Hermione woke groggy and moody. Getting out of bed she didn't remember changing into pajamas… neither did she remember going to bed. Recalling last night's events, she came to the conclusion that T- Voldemort must have changed her into her pajamas and tucked her in. Her heart warmed at the thought a bit but then came back to reality. Damn him and his stupid good looking Tom Riddle form. Truth is, he seems like a totally different person when he's around her, and as Tom. Quite frankly, Hermione like him that way. It takes a lot of concentration for Hermione to snap out of her 'he's hot' faze and remember it's the dark lord she's dealing with here.

Heading into the dining room for breakfast, Hermione noticed no one was here.

"Hi miss!" Hermione jumped at the high pitch voice.

"Hi Vokkey, where is everybody?" Hermione asked the house elf.

"They all went to a party, said it would be awkward if miss went because miss didn't know anyone. They won't be back until late."

Hermione jumped a bit at this news. A day to herself in this beautiful manor, could she have a better day for the starting of Christmas holiday?

She sat down and enjoyed the toast and orange juice Vokkey had provided her with, thinking of what she could do today. Once finished, she remembered one very important thing to do. Racing to the study room, Hermione grabbed a quill and a peace of parchment with ink, and began writing.

Harry and Ron,

I know I disappeared a couple days ago, and I'm not sure if Dumbledore filled you in on anything. As shocking as this sounds, turns out the Grangers are not my real parents. My birth parents are bad people, but they had the documents so I had to come live with them. Don't worry, I'm safe and being treated well. I thought to let you know, one because Harry I know you're worrying and two because you're both my best friends. What I'm about to tell you may seem strange but it's the truth and I've accepted it. My birth parents are Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. Please talk to Dumbledore, he'll explain it better than me. I miss you both and hope you're well.

Love,

Hermione.

Hermione sealed the letter and gave it to an owl to go to Hogwarts. Hermione knows Harry and Ron are spending Christmas at the castle so she isn't worried about them both not reading it. She left out some details like staying at the Malfoys and especially Voldemort, knowing they wouldn't believe her or kidnap her and bring her back.

While the letter went off, Hermione found her way into the library. Oddly enough it was already occupied.

Voldemort turned his appearance into Tom Riddle, which he only seemed to do with her.

So, just a few things: please review! On my last story I only got one review which wasn't very encouraging (at all) which led to writers block and just no ambition to finish, and sadly I ended the story. I don't want the same to happen here. Two, if you have any suggestions please let me know, I am so willing to work in ideas and suggestions to make this story better and more interesting! Lastly, I pronounce Vokkey as Vo-key if anyone is wondering. Thanks.