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He watched as her facial expressions changed as she read, sometimes she would raise an eyebrow, or close her eyes as she tried to recall something pertaining to the subject but mostly he watched how she would stick her tongue out to moisten her lips or caress the pages as she read, he was fixated by her and he wasn't quite sure how to feel about that.
Now:
Later that night, Tom led Hermione into his chambers for the first time. Hermione had expected cages for humans, chains on the walls, beds made of nails, a sacrificial slate, heads of muggle borns hanging on the walls, she expected everything other then what she found. When he ushered her inside, she found a large, comfortable looking bed, the walls were a cream color, the carpet a deep midnight blue and walls lined with books. Tom leaned against the closed door and smirked at her shocked expression.
"What were you expecting?" he asked with a laugh
"Not this" she replied, "Listen, while this room is much nicer then mine, I'm sure you can figure me out while I sleep in my old room."
"Not going to happen, I want you in here with me." he said with that evil smirk returning.
Hermione mentally sighed, realizing he wasn't going to back down.
"you will find suitable sleeping attire in the bathroom and I will change out here."
Hermione nodded, knowing she was being dismissed to change, " Watch it be some kind of sacrificial robe or something." she thought to herself as she walked into the large bathroom. She looked around briefly until her eyes settled on the long black silk nightgown.
"Of course, no thick flannel nightgowns for me." she muttered to herself, feeling more like a dress up doll then a human. She stripped down with a sigh, and progressed to put the night gown on, shaking her head as she did so, "Of all the things in the world, I'm Voldemort's bunk mate, never in my life would I have thought such things." she muttered again while checking to make sure she was completely covered.
"I'm dressed, you may reenter" Tom bellowed.
Hermione rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time before opening the bathroom door and walking out. Tom was standing by the bed in a pair of silk pajama pants and no shirt.
"You look... lovely." he said in a low voice.
"And you look... normal." she replied with a smirk
"Is that so, well, what did you expect?" he asked
"Vold – Tom, firstly, I didn't even think you slept and second, I pictured you sleeping completely dressed and ready for anything."
"So, I eat bats and children, I don't sleep, and if I did I'm expected to sleep with my boots on."
"If the shoe fits." she replied with a shrug
Tom quirked an eyebrow and climbed into the bed, " You may have the other side of the bed and don't try to escape. I have wards on this room that will kill you if you attempt to open the door."
"Is that all it takes to get killed around here? I should have tried that sooner." she said as she climbed into the right side of the bed. Tom didn't reply, he snapped his fingers causing the lights to dim in the room.
"Go to sleep, We get up early." he said before turning over towards the wall.
"I wonder if he realizes how easy I could kill him with his back turned against me." she thought to herself.
"It's not as easy as you think witch" he said with a smirk, knowing her mouth was hanging open in shock that he had read her thoughts.
Hermione ran her hands over her face and finally laid down, scooting as close to the edge as possible away from him. Tom chuckle softly before closing his eyes and going to sleep.
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The next morning, Tom woke up with a warm body pressed against his, he looked down and realized the he and Hermione must have rolled towards each other in the middle of the night. More shocking was the fact that she had an arm draped over him stomach, her legs tangled in his and his arm was holding her waist.
He hated to admit it, but it felt nice having someone sleep so close, mudblood or not. He had slept alone for many years and didn't mind, but now, he was thinking he could get used to this. He lay his head back down and went back to sleep.
An hour later, Hermione woke up and went to stretch when she noticed she was tangled around someone. She glanced over and noticed that she was cuddling with Voldemort.
"Oh my god, Voldy cuddles" she laughed to herself.
"I do not cuddle, I was just to tired to move away from your attack." Tom muttered.
"Quit reading my mind!" she snapped
"No, I like knowing whats going on in the bushy head of yours." he smirked with his eyes still closed, " and why did you call me Voldy?"
"It's your nick name I came up with." she replied with a smirk that rivaled his, "Now can I please take a shower?"
Tom untangled himself from Hermione and made a motion with his hand, " Be my guest" he said with a yawn.
Hermione quickly left the bed and padded into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She went to pick up her clothes from the night before but they vanished into thin air.
"Great, now I'm supposed to walk around naked." she mumbled
She stripped out of her nightgown and started the shower, allowing the water to warm while she did a quick look over in the mirror.
Tom, who had jumped from the bed as soon as she closed the door, called for a house elf, "Bring her some clean clothes" he ordered.
The elf bowed out and disappeared with a pop. He then walked over to the mirror on the wall. He ran his hand over the mirror and whispered, "Show me". The mirror hazed up but the image of a naked Hermione appeared. He watched with interest as she leaned over close to the mirror, checking her face and neck, however, he was checking out the two firm breast that were staring back at him.
"Sweet Merlin" he mumbled.
Hermione did a slow spin in the mirror and sighed, "I've lost to much weight, I look like a skeleton."
Tom smirked, "She is a little too thin, I'll make sure we fix that."
"Enjoying the show?" a voice drawled from behind.
Tom turned quickly and faced a smirking Lucius, " Very much so." he replied with a smirk.
"You should have seen her before she lost weight, she was much more... delectable." Lucius said with a smile.
"Better then this?" he asked, pointing to the mirror.
"Much, however, I was forbidden to touch her."
"I wouldn't think you would want to, she's a mudblood." Tom laughed
"Mudblood or not, I have a penis and it thinks for me most of the time." Lucius replied, " Don't you feel guilty for invading her privacy?"
"I'm lord Voldemort, I don't feel guilty in the slightest. So what brings you here so early?" he asked as he waved his hand towards the mirror, setting it back to normal.
"Actually, there was a slight problem with one of the prisoners. It appears Stevenson couldn't keep his hand to himself and raped her. The problem is, she fought back and Stevenson lost his temper, he beat her to death."
Tom sighed, "Which one?"
"Victoria Gavinson, the one you were going to award to McNair for a toy."
"Very well, Have Stevenson in the black room for his punishment. Mrs. Granger and I will be down in half hour."
"You're going to let her watch?"
"Yes, she needs to realize what I am capable of. She seems to have no fear of me and while I do not intend to harm her, I wish her understand what can happen if she crosses me."
"As you wish, my lord." Lucius replied with a bow and left the room. Tom didn't have time to wait for Hermione to shower, he needed to be showered, dressed and back to his Voldemort appearance in thirty minutes. He walked to the bathroom door and unlocked it with a flick of his wrist, " Time to shock the Gryffindor." he thought with a smile. He silently undressed and slipped in to the shower behind her. Hermione didn't notice as she had her hair completely sudsy with shampoo and her eyes closed. Tom leaned forward close to her ear, "You need to hurry Hermione, we have somewhere to be."
Hermione shrieked and turned, holding a shampoo bottle like a bat, "What the hell? Get out!!"
"I'm afraid I cant do that, you see, we only have 25 minutes left before we both have to be clean and dressed."
Hermione quickly dunked her head under the shower to rinse the shampoo but didn't bother to cover her body like he thought she would.
"Why aren't you covering yourself?" he asked
"Because I am in the shower and I have had Lucius Malfoy watch me shower for a couple months now, I no longer fear being seen."
Hermione finished rinsing and made to leave the shower, "Stay, you will keep me company while I shower." Tom ordered.
"Oh good grief, fine, just hurry up." she sighed and leaned against the wall.
"Harry is going to have a heart attack when he finds out that I showered and slept in the same bed with Voldy, that is if I make it out of here alive." She thought to herself.
Tom rolled his eyes at her thoughts and stepped under the hot water with his eyes closed. Hermione couldn't help it, she had to look, it was like setting a million dollars in front of her and telling her not to look at it, it was impossible. She glanced down and raised an eyebrow, "Not huge, definitely not small either, ehh, I give him a 9 out of 10" she said to herself, forgetting he could read her thoughts
"It's bigger when it's hard, Ms. Granger, funny, I never pinned you for a grading system kind of girl."
"You see one, you've seen them all. I just grade on size, width and shape." she replied in a bored tone.
"How many have you seen?" he asked in a shocked voice.
"My two best friends are males, one has a million brothers whom I've lived with, not to mention half of the guys in Gryffindor sleep nude, I've seen plenty."
"How many have you slept with?" he asked, suddenly curious
"That's personal, what would you say if I asked you the same thing?" she spat
"If I could remember I would tell you. I've lost count over the years." he laughed, " and by the way, you've been with two."
"STOP READING MY MIND!!!!!!" she yelled.
"I actually think its amusing that from what I understand, you were considered the prude of Gryffindor, yet, you lost your virginity in a threesome with your two best friends."
"Who better then the people you know actually care for you, besides, we were a little drunk that night. Now if we are finished discussing my sex life, I believe you need to hurry as it was you who rushed in here claiming to be in a rush."
"You really are a cheeky little witch."