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Chapter 3 - I'm WHAT ?

I walked to the Weasleys back door hesitantly. I knew that I had stormed out and that they were going to question me about it. But, at the moment, I was to preoccupied with what had happened at the Mansion to think about anything else.

He leaned towards me and I closed my eyes. I thought that he had done the same. I felt a pressure on my chest but didn't think anything of it. After a few more seconds of just waiting there, I opened my eyes. He wasn't there! I looked down and saw a locket there, that I hadn't ever seen before. I opened it and it had a charred scrap of paper in it, that said 'Soon'. I didn't know what it meant, but I wanted to find out.

I felt my stomach twist as I touched the door handle. What would I say to them? I didn't like lying to the people who had practically raised me, but I had to. I walked through the door, and everything stopped. Mrs Weasley rushed over to me and hugged me tight. I stiffened and then relaxed. She let go of me, and I could see Sirius in the corner of my eye.

"Sirius, can I talk to you upstairs for a minute please?" I asked sweetly, but I knew that he could see the anger in my eyes. I was pissed and he knew it. He sighed and followed me out. I went into my room and sat on the bed.

"Why?" I asked. He looked at me, and sat on the bed next to me.

"'Mione, you know that I have always liked you, but your father was paying me to test you. You should know now that I am a double agent for Him, like Snape is a double agent for Dumbledore. I always have been, ever since Lily and James died. I felt like Dumbledore should have stopped it from happening, and I got angry and went to Voldemort."

"Right, so what does that have to do with you nearly raping me?" He smirked and said

"One- You would have loved it, and Two- It was the only way I thought I could test your powers."

I sighed and looked at him. He was looking at his shoes, and he looked like a little kid who had got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I smiled and stood up. He looked at me and I pulled him up with me.

"One- I promise you I wouldn't, and Two- Okay, but don't ever pull a stunt like that again. Okay?"

"Okay." He promised and smirked at me again. "But I promise you, you would have liked it." He said arrogantly and left the room. I rolled my eyes and flopped onto my bed. It was strange. I felt like a part of me was missing, but I didn't know what it was. I sighed, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

It was misty, and damp. I didn't know where I was, I couldn't see. I felt something cold on my wrist and looked down. It was a handcuff! I was cuffed to my bed in the Weasley house. I started to panic, when I heard a BANG downstairs. I jumped and tried to get my hand out of the handcuff. It was starting to hurt and my door was wrenched open. It was Him. I stopped twisting my arm, and let him pick me up. Somehow the handcuff had gone, but then I realised that he had probably cursed it away. I put my face in the crook of his neck, and for some reason I was suddenly exhausted. I fell asleep again.

I woke up with a gasp, and I was drenched with sweat, but for some reason I was freezing. My teeth were chattering, and I pulled the blanket closer to me. It was then that I noticed a glittering rock on my ring finger on my left hand. I gasped, and shot out of the bed. I looked at my hand again, and there it was. I wanted to know how it got on my hand, and I wanted to know now. I barged into Sirius' room and pushed him out of the bed. There were tears streaking down my face, and he jumped off the floor. He pulled me to him and just held me for what seemed like hours, but really it was only a few minutes. I looked up and he was staring down at me, a concerned look on his face. I smiled sheepishly at him and apologised.

"Its okay 'Mione. Please tell me." I explained the dream to him and what happened when I woke up. He smiled at me hesitantly. "I think you should go and talk to your father. He can explain it better than me."

"Explain? Explain what?" I asked.

" 'Mione, go and talk to your father. Please." I got off his bed (which I didn't realize I was on) and stumbled out the door. I went into the living room, got the Floo Powder and, for the second time that day, shouted 'Riddle Manor'.

I landed on my face, and brushed myself off. I got up stiffly, and walked out the door. At that moment, and for the second time that day, I stumbled into somebody. That somebody was Voldemort. I stuttered my apology and turned to walk down the opposite way. Again, he grabbed my wrist and spun me round. It was getting really boring now. I sighed and looked at my feet. He lifted my hand up and looked at the ring and asked "Where did you get this?" I explained the dream and what happened when I woke up (again) and he looked confused. He was mumbling under his breath and I could swear that his eyes turned green for a second. But it was probably my imagination. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards my parents room. He just barged in, and I shut my eyes quickly.

"Shouldn't we knock, what if they're… you know.. Doing it." I'm no virgin, but I didn't want to see my parents doing THAT. He just laughed and pulled me towards him. He steered me towards the bedroom door and opened it. And there they were, right there in the middle of the bed. I think I might have been mentally scarred for life. That is not the sort of thing that I needed to see. I was very fragile.

"MOTHER!" I shrieked. They jumped at being caught, and pulled the blanket over themselves.

"Hermione, darling. What are you doing here?" Voldemort was behind me, doubled over with laughter, so they hadn't seen him yet. I stepped to the side, and they immediately jumped out of bed and get robes on. Voldemort was still laughing, it looked like he was having a fit. I nudged him, and he straightened up, but his face was bright red from trying not to laugh. I just looked at him, and he hugged me to his side. 'Okay' I thought 'This day is just getting weirder and weirder.'

"Milord, what are you doing here?" My father stumbled over to a chair, and transfigured it into a couch. He gestured for us to sit on it. We did.

What I want to know, is how my ancestors ring came to be on your daughters ring finger?"

"Ah ." My mother said. "Well, that's a very interesting question. Would you like some tea, or maybe a brandy?"

"No, thank you and she wont either," He said, as I was reaching out for one. I looked at one, with a look that said WHAT THE FUCK?. He just looked at me and said "We're engaged now, I don't want my fiancé drinking all the time."

"I'm sorry, what? I thought you just said that I was engaged. As in engaged to be married, to you." I said, with a hint of hysteria. I looked at my mother and father, and they looked guilty, as if they had known all along, which they probably had.

"How long have you known about this?" I asked my father.

"Well, you see, there is a tradition between the Lestrange's and the Gaunt's that the first born female, on the youngest son's side, and the first born male on the youngest daughter's side be married. It's a very old, very complicated tradition, and once you get married there is no going back. The consequences, if you don't get married, are most gruesome. Your hair gets set on fire, your eyes get gouged out and parasites start eating you from the inside out." My father explained. Surely being married to Voldemort couldn't be that bad. I didn't want to lose my hair, I liked my hair.

"Why, why did this tradition get set? Its barbaric!" I asked, to no-one in particular. Again, my father answered, " There are myths, rumours but the most common one is that your great-great-great grandmother refused to marry the person her father chose for her, as she loved another, so her father cursed all further generations."

On the outside, I probably looked calm and collected, but on the inside, I was unbelievably angry. Why should I be punished because of something that happened more than a century ago? I expressed these thoughts to my parents, and they just laughed at me.

"Honey, you should be thankful you know who you are going to marry. Imagine having to choose from hundreds of people, then making a mistake and having to live with that person for the rest of your life." My mother was looking pointedly at my father as she said this. I raised an eyebrow, as Voldemort snorted beside me.

"Is there something I should know?" I asked, with a hint of amusement in my voice.

"A story for another time, dear." My mother said. I got up, and said goodbye to my parents. I didn't look at Voldemort, for fear of fainting, or throwing up. I opened the door and closed it softly behind me. I could feel tears welling in my eyes, and I punched the wall opposite me. I sank to the floor, cradling my hand, and for the first time in years, I sobbed. I sobbed so hard I didn't notice the door opening. I felt two arms come around me, and I felt like I was safe. I just kept crying and crying. I was exhausted, I wanted to go to sleep. I looked up to see who was holding me and I was shocked to see the man I was suppose to marry.

"What are you doing? Your supposed to be Lord Voldemort, Master of all evil, and you're here holding a pathetic girl." I asked him, probably making a fool of myself, but I didn't care.

"One - your not pathetic, and Two - I may be the Master of evil as you put it, but I do have a heart. I know that you don't want to get married to me, but you have to, so I was thinking we should make it worthwhile." He looked sincere, and I smiled at him.

I got up, with a lot of help, and started walking towards my quarters. I was sleeping here tonight, and I would just tell Molly that I had to go and see my parents. I couldn't wait until I could leave for good.

We reached my door, and we stood awkwardly outside. He started to walk away when I grabbed his arm, and with a smirk on my face, pulled him down to meet me halfway. Our lips collided and he pushed me towards the wall. His leg went in-between mine, and I moaned into his mouth. I arched my back, and he grabbed at my thigh. I had one leg wrapped around his waist and I knew that we had to stop now or we would end up having sex where everyone could see us. I pulled away from his mouth, and it went straight to my neck. I moaned and my head fell back and banged against the wall behind me. He stopped what he was doing and looked at me with concern, "Are you okay?" I just looked at him and said, " If we don't stop now, were going to have to put up with your Death Eaters watching us." He had a grimace on his face and I giggled.

"Until tomorrow, my dear." He said while lifting my hand up. He brought my hand to his lips and I felt a surge of love go through me. He walked away, and I barely got into my room before I started giggling like a maniac.

A.N Okay, so this is shorter than I thought it was, but oh well! Please review.