Hermione gets down the stairs to the kitchen of Riddle's manor and puts her favorite apron with smiling cupcakes on. She had her long curly hair tied with a tasteful red bow. While there was a time in her past when she would let them loose, Tom liked to have everything under control, and that included her wild hair. So he gifted her this ribbon, which she wore proudly.

He wanted her to be by his side almost all the time, so she didn't really need her wand anymore. So she just gives it to him and he breaks it in half. With his magic protecting her from all those wizards who would try to separate them, why would she need to use any spell? All those evil wizards and witches didn't understand their love. She personally found it flattering that Tom made her stay in the mansion all the time. He just didn't like to share her beauty with others...

Speaking of her husband...

It was time to make breakfast for her darling Tom, as he would soon wake up and go conquer the world again. She was not bother at all about him doing so, she was just a stupid mudblood after all, and yet he allowed her to be with him. He fell for her the minute he saw her fighting, back when she was just 18 years old, and thanks to that, she was spared unlike… What were their names again? Harold? Roland? She couldn't quite remember… oh, well, they must not be so important than.

And truly, Tom was so good to her, despite her blood status. She was so grateful for his tender love she would never stop… trying to escape… huh? She shakes her head. What was that weird though? No, no, she would never stop loving him. Yes, that's right. She was so happy!

- Drizzy! - She said to the small house elf that just finished cleaning the living room. - You woke up early this morning, I see.

Hermione liked the elf, something was telling her that keeping her should be bad, but… well, how would she maintain the proper wizard household without one? Silly… It's not like wearing nothing but smelly rags and sleeping on a dog bed would be wrong for her… this is slevery… I'm a slave too… She shook her head again. What a weird morning she had…

- Ma'am Hermione! - The elf bowed to her quickly. - Is master Tom awake?

Drizzy's voice was shaking. Was she afraid of her husband? Why would she? Tom was nothing but sweet to everybody.

- No, not yet. - She noticed Drizzy sigh with relief. - I want to surprise him with a fresh breakfast in bed. - Hermione winked.

- O-oh… ma'am Hermione is too kind for master Tom! - She almost cried. - And he is wicked usi…

Before the elf could even finish she punched herself for saying it. Hermione didn't react really.

- Bad Drizzy! Bad, Ugly Drizzy saying that the master is wicked! - Elf slapped herself.

Witch squinted her eyes.

- Yes, you are. - She told her. - How can you insult my dear Tom…

Then her head started to spin, she was losing her balance. Before hitting the floor she could hear little house-elf screaming

- Master Tom! Master Tom! Ma'am Hermione is…

She woke up lying on giant snakes' backs, as Nagini snuggled to her on behalf of her master.

Hermione felt a chill shiver down her spine

Where was she? For a moment she didn't recognize the place. This wasn't Hogwart… It wasn't Weasleys home.. or her own for that matter…

She blinked as the small elf gave her a glass of water. What was going on here?

She was even in bigger shock when she heard the voice coming from behind her.

- Darling, how are you?

The man leaned to her to give her a peck in her neck. He looked different then when she last saw him, he was older, but simultaneously he became more human in appearance after winning, he was able to lift some of the unfortunate effects of his revival. Still pale, he had his nose and hair back, now black with silver streaks. Still he was a beast if she ever saw one... There was no doubt about it…

- Lord Voldemort!?

He looked at her coldly.

- What did you just call me? - This was Hermione. She wasn't supposed to call him that, or dark Lord, nor You-know-who.

She had fear in her eyes, why was she here with lord Voldemort? What was he about to do to her? Where was her wand… Wait, why did he call her "darling"?

The race of thoughts stopped as the blood froze in her veins as he pointed her wand in her direction. She only expected one spell coming from a cruel man's mouth. She was about to die.

- Imperio!

Drizzy covered her eyes. Her huge bat-like ears dropped down. She always hated when this happened. At the same time she knew master Tom would replace her if she told ma'am Hermione anything. And she swear to herself to protect her.

The blissful smile returned once more to his wife's face. She was much better this way. He was enamored with her smile. When he first saw it on her face as she kissed that ginger haired boy he knew he wanted to capture it for himself. It was a bit more difficult lately, he was worried he would have to find a more permanent fix to her "snapping out of control'' issue.

- So, how are you now?

She blinked.

- I must feel a little ill again. - She said. - Silly me, I had a weird nightmare right now...

- Yes, you are such a delicate flower, my love. - He patted her cheek and allowed her to kiss him as she was still shaking a bit. - But soon, I will find a cure for that. You won't be having nightmares ever again.

He picked her up and made his way to the bedroom. She was now pressing her body to his chest lovingly looking right into his eyes. She couldn't dream of having a better life...

I was reading a Tomione fanfic today when an idea struck me so I wrote in about an hour.I never even planned to make a Tomione fanfic myself. I hope you guys like it. It's quite dark, just like it should be XD. Yes, I know I'm evil, but dark ships are so much fun.