A/N: Okay here it is Chapter ten!! I hope you all enjoy it!!
By the time Voldemort found Lucius he had somehow transferred all his anger to Hermione. He'd even come up with a good "training plan." He informed Lucius of the plan and told him to find Snape. When Snape and Malfoy appeared before him he was almost giddy in his excitement. As he explained his plan in detail his servants looked at him in amusement. It was like Christmas had come weeks early for him. His younger body didn't help his eager child like look any.
When Hermione got out of the shower and had dried her hair, she walked into her room to see a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tank top on her bed. Shrugging, she put on the clothes and as she adjusted the shirt it glowed blue and Hermione was portkeyed out of her room.
Reappearing in a ballroom she almost lost her balance. After steadying herself she looked around. "Shit, how many rooms does this place have?" she wondered aloud spinning in a circle. Across from her on the grand staircase, watching her, Voldemort, Snap, and Lucius stood were similarly dressed. As her eyes scanned each man in turn her logical mind clicked away only to screech to a stop. 'I have to fight them?!?' Hermione dropped her mental walls and prepared to Withdraw.
"So Miss Granger, by the look on your face I can tell you understand why you are here and what your training will entail." Voldemort said as he descended the stairs followed by his Death Eaters, "I've placed some interesting wards around this room and you will find yourself unable to Withdraw if you try." She did and found he was right. "Fine, but you can't hurt me!" She crowed triumphantly. "I have no intentions of hurting you. Just training you. Loophole, my dear." "Damnit!" The tree stood five feet in front of her, all grinning like mad.
"Now since I'm the most powerful I'll be your final test. Lucius will go first. As the afore mentioned Death Eater started to gloat she started to laugh; clearly understanding that Voldemort had just called Lucius Malfoy weak. "Fine what exactly are we doing then?" Was the question as she calmed down. "There are three parts to each fight and you must pass all three to move on. Each time you fail you will have to start the section over. You have three attempts at each section. The first section is dueling, all spells, charms, hexes and curses are allowed except the Killing Curse.
"Section two is hand-to-hand combat. If your opponent passes out or is in danger of suffering a mortal wound you must stop. Section three is weapons; you may choose a weapon to fight with. No death blows permitted." Snape explained in his teacher voice. "Nice monologue! Since I obviously have no other choice I'll agree." Voldemort stepped closer to her and she tilted her head to see him fully. "You may use the rest of your two hours to practice. Training for battles is twice a week." He purred at her then, all three were gone. Since she hadn't brought her was she decided to do a workout. Hermione didn't know that the three wizards were still watching just invisible, she started to stretch.
While Hermione was working out she figured that the twice a week training wouldn't be the actual battle. Her thoughts soon strayed to the past five months as a captive. She'd been locked in a cell, giving a guest room, made friends with Draco Malfoy, and slept with his father and Snape. Then, she'd gotten Voldemort to make an unbreakable vow, save Neville's life, made Voldemort a potion, contacted Harry, gotten Draco killed and finally slept with Voldemort.
Hermione decided to shut off her min as she removed her tank top. Her black sports bra came into view, much to the interest of the extremely disillusioned wizards (lechers the lot of them). She started to practice some of the defense moves she'd learned at the Black home only the summer before. Without realizing it Hermione suddenly switched into a different routine.
Before she'd known she was a witch Hermione Jane Granger knew what she has wanted to do with her life. Become an authority on a topic and someday win the Nobel Peace Prize for her work. Her parents, who did like her hard work, thought she should also be well rounded. So they signed her up for gymnastics when she was seven. She had actually enjoyed the classes so much she continued them even in the summer time but hadn't practiced since finding out she was a witch. A bit nervous, she walked toward the doors and turned to face the staircase where the wizards once again stood.
Much to their amusement Hermione ran full speed in their direction, then to their amazement she did a full summersault. Pausing only a moment to catch her balance she proceeded to backhand spring her way towards the doors. The three wizards watched her do more gymnastic moves in stunned amazement for nearly an hour. Finally exhausted Hermione landed on a heap on the floor, her chest heaving. Her mind began to wonder once more and she though of the morning's events, still confused by her actions.
Voldemort, Lucius, and Snape watched her for a while before realizing she had fallen asleep on the floor. Snape looked at the girl, the one who had trusted him throughout everything even after the "beating" she gave him on day one, and shook his head. She should be with Potter and Weasley not in this place, being "seduced" by Lord Voldemort. Snape didn't know, how could he, that Voldemort had planned the same thing all along. Hermione was to get her training and then she was in for a surprise. Voldemort removed the Disillusionment spell and portkeyed Hermione back to her room.
"Once again I think Miss Granger has been underestimated. Avery will begin training her and her first fight, Lucius, will be in two weeks. That is if she survives all four sessions." Voldemort said and walked away from his Death Eaters. Lucius looked at Snape with a predatory look on his face. "This should be easy." He snorted before following the Dark Lord. Snape glared after him. He had no idea when he'd become so protective of the witch, but he'd be damned if he let her loose to Lucius. Voldemort might have fucked the chit and kept her captive, but he had taught her for six years and she didn't deserve any of this.
A/N: I'm really sorry if you think I'm making Hermione like Mary-Sueish. I mean she can Withdraw, had a rather random tragic past, and now she knows gymnastics. I'm trying not to make her too out there but i don't want her really Canon either. Well I hope you enjoyed the chapter anyway. Please Review
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