Arhtur: Cursed-PirateChick

Pairing:Hermione/Voldemort

Disclaimer: Own Nothing except for the characters I made.

Chapter 4

Anything Can Happen

Hermione was able to pry herself away from Harry, Ginny, Lavender, and a way too friendly Ron. Making up an excuse of finding Albus and discussing a very difficult and problematic problem involving the magical storm that was raging outside; when she started to go into detail was when they let her go and she new they would. Truth be told she had no desire to talk with Dumbledore, in fact, she just wanted to get far away from Ron before he ruined the evening by either: Getting drunk and trying to make out with her and when she refuses he gets mad and makes a huge speech to the whole crowd or getting drunk and crying about how he wants her to marry him. She remembered the last time they went to a muggle bar the good thing was that no one they new was there.

She slipped through the dancers as she saw Ron break from the group as well and lock onto her like a missile. She found a couple of Death Eaters and a smile spread across her face, he wouldn't even think of it, I just have to avoid Albus, she swiftly moved over to them, slipped through them, and hid behind them. Glancing behind her she saw him in the gap she had made moving through the large group then quickly ducked behind the tallest one she could find; luckily he was very tall. She apologized to the person the tall Death Eater was talking to then asked, "could you look through there and tell me if you see a red headed boy looking around frantically or confused."

It was Narcissa Malfoy who leaned over and looked for her then turned back to Hermione, "yes," she watched Hermione sigh, "Dear, do you have a boy problem?"

"Yes. He doesn't understand the word 'NO'. The last time we were at a party he decided to get drunk and fill me up at the same time. Then when I told him no he made a very embarrassing speech of how he wanted to marry me and that I was his!" She closed her eyes and sighed again then looked back at Narcissa, "if it wasn't for your companion being so tall and being at the right spot I don't know what I would have done; especially if he caught me alone."

"Sounds like you have a large problem, but nothing your boyfriend can't cure dear," she smiled and laughed slightly.

"I…um…don't have one," she blushed slightly, "I've been to into my work. Plus the last one I had could have taken care of him, but I broke up with Viktor because there wasn't a verbal connection, actually, there wasn't a physical or mental one either," she shrugged but Narcissa could see the sigh.

"Well…Viktor Krum? Oh yes Draco told me about that!" She smiled, "he's quiet a catch, but there's someone who is much better I'm sure of it. I bet he's in this room now. Go for it dear, no matter who it is," she smiled turned to walk away then stopped, "In magical storms anything can happen."

As she walked away Hermione whispered under her breath, "I hope so," smiling she turned to her savior, "I should be thanking you more than…..anyone," Voldemort stood right in front of her.

"I am quiet tall aren't I," he smiled down at her, "I was glad that could be of some use."

She just stared up at him, "Ok! Wait just a second!" she said in a calm voice with a load of confusion, "you ask me to dance, give me a complement, when the song ends you give me an incredible complement that still makes me blush, read my mind, nice to me, play the piano…"

"Tall, debonair, extremely intelligent," he looked down at her shocked face, "and would enjoy talking to a woman that matches that intelligence and is I believe the most beautiful woman in the room," he paused and looked over the crowd, "she has brown hair that is held up in a bun of some sorts with strands dusting her collar bone, incredible brown eyes, the most magnificent blood red dress that puts every woman in this room to shame, her creamy cheeks are slightly flushed with heat and drink, not close to intoxication though; she's a smart drinker," he looked down at her, "have you seen her? I am sure her name is MISS Granger. I hope that title stands and a red headed boy who tends to follow her doesn't stand in my way," the red of his eyes swam with truth, "can you help me?"

She was awe struck at his words. Then she remembered what Narcissa had said, "I believe I can help you find MISS Granger; I wouldn't say she looks as you described though. I wouldn't want to disappoint you with finding out different."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes," Hermione looked at the crowd, "she's nowhere near the most beautiful of the room. If you still wish to speak with her I can arrange it though."

"Hm…far from it….hm," she felt her heart sink slightly, "well let me decide. Yes please arrange it."

"Very well," Hermione turned and walked to the drinks setting down her empty glass then turned and walked over to him, "I believe you wished to talk with me, sir?"

"Hm, she was right I didn't describe you right," he watched her jaw lock up in anger but continued before she could start, "I forgot to mention your sharp jaw bones that I crave to run my finger along to stop at your chin, and admire those full rose colored lips."

Her cheeks lit up with the heat that ran into them with his complement, "a-a little forward aren't you, sir," she cleared her throat and raised her brow cheeks still on fire.

"Only when I see what I want, MISS Granger," he smiled, "I," he bent and pressed his lips once again to her hand in the same spot, "am Lord Voldemort."

"Well, Lord Voldemort, I believe I heard you play the piano," she caught his hand and examined it by running her fingers over the palm and up the long fingers each as white as snow, "long fingers perfect for it, no?"

"Yes, you should hear me play," he took her hand, "Dance?"

"Love to."