Last time:

Hermione spent the rest of the day, curled up in a ball and reading, only stopping long enough to eat and go to the bathroom. She was having a hard time with herself, realizing that even though Tom was the enemy, she missed having someone to talk to and be snippy with.

Now:

It was three days later before Tom finally returned. He was still in appearance as Voldemort with the attitude to go with it. Hermione raised an eyebrow and watched him pace back and forth through the room, growling words like 'idiots' 'morons' 'shit for brains', over and over again.

"Bad trip?" Hermione asked, knowing it probably wasn't the most intelligent thing to say, but hell, she had been alone for three days.

Voldemort turned to her, looking like he was going to hex her.

"Not in the mood." he shouted before he started to pace again.

"Maybe not, but did you realize you're bleeding?" she asked, looking at the spot on his shoulder that held the blood wet robe.

Voldemort stopped to feel the part of his robe that was throbbing a little.

"I want you to check it" he hissed.

"Not until you look human." she replied, not wanting to touch the snake like man.

Voldemort growled, but turned into Tom, then proceeded to strip off his robes and shirt. Hermione moved closer to him as he sat down on the edge of the bed, so she could inspect the injury. She noticed a large sized gash, but couldn't tell the extent with out cleaning it up a little. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a wet wash rag before heading back into the bedroom. She patted the wound gently until the surrounding blood was gone.

"Its a gash about 6 inches long and I think you need to call someone in to fix it as it is pretty deep."

"You will fix it." he stated in a matter of fact voice.

"I cant without my wand." she retorted, knowing damn good and well he could fix it himself.

"Use mine, but be warned, I have spells on it and it will not harm me so if I were you, I would be a good girl and take the pretty wand and heal the bad mans back." he said sarcastically.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I should do it the muggle way. That'll teach you about handing me Pretty wands" she replied just as sarcastically.

She took the wand and waved it over the wound, causing it to heal almost immediately. Hermione was thrilled to actually have a wand in her hand, she missed being able to do magic.

She handed him back the wand, "The bad mans back is a good as new." she huffed.

"Good, now was that so hard?"

"No, it wasn't hard, I just miss not being able to do magic."

"Well, if you behave yourself, I may let you have your wand for an hour a day, maybe let you duel with one of my safer deatheaters."

Hermione's eyes lit up, The idea of getting to use her wand was better then getting to read.

"I'll behave." she said excitedly.

Tom couldn't help but chuckle at her giddiness. "We will see, let my men get some rest for a bit then we will consider this further."

Hermione couldn't resist, "What happened? How did you get the gash?"

He turned to look at her, "Well, it' not like you're leaving here, so I guess theres no harm. I went to America to have a meeting of sorts with the werewolves. Things were going fine until Fenrir decided to challenge the leader."

"Oh" was all she replied

"They decided we were no longer welcome and decided to try to kill us, nothing much."

She wanted to scream about having no sympathy, but decided against it, she wanted to use her wand.

"I didn't expect sympathy." he said with a smirk.

"Stop reading my mind!!!!"

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The next few days, Lucius would pop in with reports on the injured and leave almost instantly. It seemed he didn't want to risk getting hexed or cursed. Hermione on the other hand, kept her same demeanor, not worried in the slightest about being hexed. She had actually been on her best behavior so he would let her have her wand, and it had worked, she was apparently going to get to duel with McNair. Neither were allowed to do serious harm, but it was a challenge non the less. Tom finally came back to an anxious looking Hermione, who was practically bouncing on the bed.

"McNair and the space are ready. I will warn you, your wand will only work in that room and towards McNair, so no funny business."

Hermione jumped from the bed and grabbed the wand, her wand, that Tom was offering. In all her excitement, she threw her arms around him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"ahem, uhh, very well, come they are waiting for you." Tom said a bit shocked. Apparently, it had just dawned on Hermione what she had done and she paled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too."

"It's quite alright Hermione, now come, the others have gathered to watch, apparently they are taking bets on who wins."

"Great, no pressure there." she sighed, but followed him down the hall anyway.

Next chapter... The duel...muhaaaaaaa