It been a long time, but this is a long chapter...about 2000 words...thanx to Molly, i gave her a plot line and she helped me write this. and i edited it and changed it around. U rock idk what i would do with out ur help. Anyone have any ideas for the next chapy cuz im all out.

Chapter 14

A Plan Gone Wrong and A Change

Days passed. Hermione stayed in her room and the library most of the time...tlalking wih Draco or reading.

When she was given chores she would find way to be annoying and get out of them.

She wrote a list:

"Ways to bug Lord Voldemort" (this is all original...thought of by me)

-ask him "if the take over the world thing is to compensate because he is "small"" stare at a certain place while saying this

-call him tom

-talk bout moms, his mom, manners that moms should have taught him...etc

-tell him his "color" is pink

-ask him to do an interview with him

-use a charmed quick quote quill so it says things like "priming with the tears of his past" just like harry

-make him a harry potter voodu doll, tell him it will help him flow his negative chi and start to hum

-sniff him

-then ask him if he's wearing a new cologne

-insist he did something new with his hair

-tell him he's getting a bit chuncky

-then tell him to try the adkin's diet

-make him chicken noodle soup, insist that he has a cold and it will make everything "all better"

-cry if he wont eat it

-inform him that taking over the world is bad for his stomach and that it gives him ulcers

-make him take icky muggle meds that taste like crap

-make him a rancid meal and have a tantrum if he doesn't eat it

-have constant tantrums

-play a violin that's off tune

-sing opera all the time, including at 3 am

-give him a plant, name it Herby, tell him it represents your relationship, if he harms or throughways away the plant cry and scream "you killed Herby" "how could you" "you don't love me anymore" all sorts of stuff

About a week after Hermione finally thought that she might be in love with Draco, he came into their room with an interesting expression on his face.

"In celebration of New Years and the Dark Lord's birthday we are having a little ball. Your invited. And" Draco winced, "the Dark Lord has decided that he will choose your clothing for this occasion."

"What, Hermione said , "did he decide the theme to be rape the Gryffindor?"

Draco laughed and Hermione blushed. Why does she make be feel this way? Do I, Hermione Granger, have dare I say it, feelings for Draco Malfoy? Well that's a thought for another day cuz now I need to find a way to annoy Moldy-ass for his "birthday surprise". Hermione thought.

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The day of New Years Eve found Hermione sneaking around, she kept goingin and out of Voldemort's room with unmarked packages. At seven that night her "gift" was complete.

She had decorated the entire room with clown/care bear decorations.

The walls where painted bright pink...clown dolls filled the room. There was huge care-bear cake in the center saying" Happy Birthday Tommy-wommy-kins.

Her masterpiece though was a bottle of an unmarked little known purple potion that could someone's age back to 18 (they would age after and everything but it's like you get those years of your life back and you do keep your memory!) placed in Voldemort's daily glass of Nagini's poison. ( Book 4 of HP Voldy talks about how drinking Nagini's poison kept him in a semi human form)

She left a note saying : With a mom like your's you probably never got a real birthday party. So here it is...the ultimate gift...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

The card was charmed to spit glitter and confetti at the reader when they read the words happy birthday.

Hermione skipped down the deserted halls to her room quite please with herself and a little smile on her face. That smile immediately disappeared when she walked into her room and saw Draco holding a sluttish dress in his arms, her dress.

"Oh No." murmured Hermione "I am not under any circumstances wearing that!"

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Half an hour later after much complaining, crying, and fighting Hermione and Draco finally entered the ballroom where the party would be held. Hermione was wearing a tight filling see throughish black silk dress that ended at her mid-thigh region. The to was a sweetheart neck line that was a halter held up by a piece of black gauze. In short she looked like a sexy hooker.

"Why do I have to wear this?!" Hermione moaned. "I look like a hooker!" Draco grinned and laughed at her. with l look on his face that said all too plainly 'that's the point stupid'.

Draco wrapped an arm around her waist and said in her ear, "Looks like it's time for be to molest you because here comes my father and Dolohov." Draco pressed Hermione against him and she put on a look of disgust at the two death eaters walked over to them.

"Draco you brought your mudblood toy I see." Said Lucius, in a sneering voice, his eyes raking over Hermione's body.

"Naturally." Draco said with a grin (Note Fake grin, but he does luv to kiss Hermione)

Draco pressed Hermione agains a wall and lowered his head to her mouth. He directly rammed his tongue in her mouth and began massaging his tongue against hers, running his hand up her thigh and the other moved to her top; he slide this hand down her dress to rub her aroused nipples. Hermione swirled her tongue around his in tight circles and sucked him deep into her mouth, eliciting a deep rumbling groan from Draco. She moaned as he slide his hand higher and higher up her thigh and gently began playing with her thong.

"That enough Draco," said Dolohov who was looking a little horny, "The Dark Lord will be in here any second and I have been told that as a present from the mublood he wants her to 'spend the night with him'."

As if on cue as Draco and Hermione separated

(Hermione looked as if she was going to barf) Voldemort stormed into the ballroom. But was it Voldemort cause it sure as hell didn't look like him. He looked like none other than the gorgeous Tom Riddle. In short thing slightly wavy dark hair, dark mysterious beautiful "get lost in" eyes, a super hot body (think noticeable rock hard abs/tall and muscular but wiry, more like Toby McGuire) everyone stared at the newly hottieified Voldemort. Hermione's jaw actually dropped and the sudden thought rushed through her head of "Dear G-d in heaven his if so hot! Oh No! Bad Hermione! We don't like the enemy no matter how fuckin' hot he is. No! Don't think that! Arg!"

Tom (sorry but Tom matches the face of that hottie better than Voldemort) angrily stormed over to Hermione and said in a low dangerous voice "Well it would seem that I have found the person who redecorated my room and spiked my drink."

"Well you should be happy for the decorations. (Sarcasm people sarcasm!) That 'room' of yours was to depressing! And I like totally love your new look! (Think bubbly valley girl!) Did you like get your hair done or something?!"

Tom grabbed her wrists and said in a menacing voice "What is the antidote for this potion?"

Hermione grinned and said "Well…..there is no known antidote and the effects will become irreversible, so if I were you I would at least try to get use to it."

Tom didn't look too pleased with this answer. "Granger come with me now." It wasn't a request, it was an order.

His voice had gone from high-pichted and creepy to a normal deep 18-year-olds voice.

Hermione sighed and walked after him but in her head she was thinking I'm such an idiot. What have I done! And his voice! Arg! I am so dead.

Tom opened the door to his room (which he had reredecorated) and Hermione strode in before Tom with an air of superiority (aka trying to annoy him and not die.) and Tom disgruntled, followed after her. "I'm actually glad that you spiked my drink Granger. I've been looking for that potion for a while," Tom said smiling at Hermione's shocked expression, "You see I was not that young and wanted to rule not only immortally but also so that my body would match more of my vigor. So in an odd way you helped me, which I am sure were not your intension."

Hermione had the look of a confused dumb blonde on her face. I helped him...grrrrrr!!!

All of a sudden as if someone had hit her with a club knocking out the dumb blondness she said "Ah, but do you know why I did this, besides seeing the look on your face? No? Well then it looks like I'm gonna hafta tell you." She sat down on an armchair near the fireplace and gestured for Tom to sit as well, in the one across from her. Confused ,and a little curious, he obliged.

Hermione had an idea, she could distract him from getting mad, or horny...or preferably both.

She put on a shrink like face and started to form a plan.

"Well where to begin? Okay Tom let me put it this way, no one is born evil. I think one of the many reasons you became Voldemort was so you could have some control over your life. You were sent to an orphanage so you had to do everything that you were told at the orphanage. Right? Which means that you always had to have some crave for attention because you never had any from your parents. Also when you went to Hogwarts you were instantly put in Slytherin which means that you had, sorry and all but a bad influence on you and it didn't help you in the least. Also most of you actions you did for some control over your life. Think on that."

And with that she got up from her chair and confidently strode out of the room with Tom staring after her with a dazed expression on his face. Nobody talks to me like that! Nobody! How did she even have enough confidence to do that! No! Don't think about that! Man she looked Hot in the fire light. Is it true? Does she care and want to help me? Why when all I have ever done is hurt her? I don't need her help! Sure I wish I had had a different child hood, but so what. She can't just decide to help me with out even askign if I want help. Which I don't. But even as he thought thisa strange new feeling washed over Tom. He wanted help, no.

He wanted Hermione's help.

(A/N) im going away to camp an isreal so i wont rele have a computer but ill try to update. i need helpand ideas for the next chapy...and i hope u like hermione's list...i luved writing it...ill try to update but my grandma is worse, my parents r always fighting and im now sick with a rele bad cold...R&R!!! ur friend the dyslexic bookworm --- sararh