AUTHOR NOTE: I WOULD LIKE TO THANK EVERYONE WHO STUCK BY THIS STORY EVEN THOUGH IT SEEMED AS IF I WOULDN'T WRITE AGAIN. THIS CHAPTER IS FOR YOU! I AM PLEASED AND PROUD TO PRESENT TO YOU CHAPTER THIRTEEN OF YOU CAN'T STOP A HEART ONCE IT'S SET IN MOTION...

This first thing Hermione saw the next morning was Snape sitting in her chair with the sword she was going to use in a few hours sitting in his lap. The second thing was the tray of food on her desk. She sat up and stretched only to get the once over from Snape. "You know it is rather disturbing to wake up and see you staring at me." She said looking at him over her shoulder. "Well I'm not the one who falls asleep before hiding possible plans for the final battle." He replied with a smirk. Hermione froze, eyes wide and full of fear. "Does he know what you're doing?" Snape had to ask the question twice more before Hermione could form words, "N-no. Are you going to tell him? Is he watching?"

"No he is away for an hour or so." Snape said answering only the last part of her question. Hermione made a mental note of that but said nothing about it. As she started to eat he stood up and placed the sword on the chair. "Good luck Ms. Granger." And he was gone in a flurry of robes. She looked at the sword for a minute and then hid the plans she'd been working on the night before.

After eating she went to shower and get ready for the final match against Lucius. It wasn't long after she picked up the sword to practice that Hermione found herself facing Lucius, Snape and Voldemort as usual. Lucius too held a sword in his hands and as usual he stepped forward and bowed to her while she merely inclined her head to him.

He came at her suddenly but Hermione seemed to be faster, much faster than normal, and she parried every move he made. The clang of the two swords rang throughout the room as they circled each other, striking out or blocking in an odd sort of dance. It seemed to Hermione only five minutes had passed, Lucius's sword was on the ground at Voldemort's feet and Hermione had her sword against his neck.

"Very good." Voldemort's voice cut through the silence and made her shiver as she lowered her blade. "You are dismissed Ms Granger. I shall meet you in your room shortly." Was all Hermione heard before the room seemed to fade away and she was left standing in front of those damn double doors. She sighed and walked over to the couch where Crookshanks lay curled up behind a pillow. She sat down and closed her eyes to await his arrival.

When Hermione woke up again a couple hours later Voldemort was standing over her with papers in his hands. Looking closer showed that they were they papers on which she scribbles, Save Harry or Save Tom? over and over. Where he found them she didn't know since she could have sworn she'd tossed them into the fire. Voldemort looked down at her when she stood up and ran a hand through his hair.

"Hermione." He growled and for a minute she thought he looked less frightening like this than he had with his snake-like featured. But all thoughts vanished when he started towards her very slowly, like a predator who is moving in for the kill. Suddenly nervous Hermione backed away, moving around the couch as he continued to walk towards her. He only broke eye contact when she hit the wall and yelped.

Looking down Hermione found herself completely naked and when she looked up and very naked Voldemort was standing in front of her. "I told you already Hermione," He began wrapping first one leg then the other around his waist, "I can't be saved." And he slid into her. They both moaned as he set the pace giving her no control. "Say it." He demanded and she gasped, "I can't save you." But as he covered her mouth with his a single thought flitted into his mid, "That doesn't mean you don't want me to try."

Voldemort growled both in agreement and in protest and began to thrust into her harder, her hips slamming into the wall with force. When Voldemort moved to her neck, Hermione gasped in much needed air only to exhale sharply as he bit into her neck drawing a bit of blood. He stopped everything completely and looked at the bubble of red liquid. "I am going against everything I have fought for, everything I believe and for what? This…mudblood?" He licked the droplet and raised his eyes to Hermione's.

He could read the fear and fiery defiance but what caught his attention was that single, every present emotion, and the one he didn't remember. "So be it." And he continued his devouring of her body.

Hours later Hermione couldn't remember when he'd moved them to the bed but she was happy he hadn't broken her hips on that wall. She looked up at Voldemort, who had allowed her to curl into his side, like a cat, and wrapped an arm around her tiny waist. He looked so normal and human as he slept, breathing deep and even, and he didn't stir as Hermione slipped out of bed. She quickly pulled out her completed plans for both sides of the upcoming battle, then taking her wand she made two copies of the original except for the last page.

One of the copies she folded, shrunk, and put in a small envelope and addressed it to Harry, Ron and Professor McGonagall. She hid the second copy and the original plans once more and checking on Voldemort, she slipped her red cloak over her naked body, took the envelope and left the room with Crookshanks on her heels.

For an unknown reason her feet led her to that small kitchen, the one she'd shared drinks with Lucius and Snape in. When Hermione pushed open the door she and Snape stared at each other a bit surprised. "Professor you need to take this to the Order right away." Hermione spoke first, pressing the envelope into his hand. "I don't need to do anything at two fifteen in the morning Miss Granger." Snape replied evenly eyeing the envelope.

"If you want to win this war you do. This is serious and I don't care what you have to do just put this into Professor McGonagall's hands before noon. Please…. Severus." It was the first time he could recall her using his given name and the way she said it, like a caress, a pleading, sexual caress. It reminded him of Lily Evans and the only time she'd used his name the same way, she'd died only two days later. "Fine, Fine before noon." He got to his feet only to be knocked back into the chair by her hug.

"Thank-you sir! Tell Harry and Ron to remember out fanged friend from second year." With that Hermione left the room and Snape did as well, he didn't notice the orange cat following him instead of Hermione.

Voldemort awoke as Hermione was getting back into the bed. "You were gone." He stated looking at her. "I was hungry." She shrugged but she could tell he knew she was lying but he didn't press her anymore just pulled her on top of himself and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. This time it was Hermione in control, she seemed somehow violent and sad at the same time as she moved. Nonetheless she brought them both over the edge, she crying his given name, he just crying out. Finally they slept again, Voldemort seemingly unaware of Hermione's plan.

Author Note: Well I hope you liked this chapter. I'm also pleased to announce that chapter 14 is underway and should be finished shortly. Reviews are always loved.

Layla