A/N Welcome to a sequel! You guys liked the other one so much; I thought you might like this one! Well go read I've said enough.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters BUT I do own the plot. Well, I guess, um is there another story out there like this? Hmm, I wonder…
She moved slowly down the hallway, the ground cool beneath her naked feet. She held the bowl of large ripe fruit with care and her hair swayed behind her like a cloak. Her now dark brown hair reached her knees, and it was thick, and full. Just the way her master liked it. He was such a hard man to please, but she was his favorite, which granted her a gifted life. Or that's what he told her.
Gifted life her ass.
She was his sex toy, his plaything, a doll, and a trophy. Everything but a person in his eyes, But what could she do? She couldn't remember anything, about her past, or her present. She didn't even know what day it was. But it was ok, well at least that's what Voldemorte told her. It was ok to not remember.
The sheer covering of a tight blue bikini top covered her modest, but gorgeous body. She was always wearing the most scandalous clothing to please him. He always said that beauty should never be covered. Her meager see-through pants the same color as her top, very outlandish and she thought there was always a bad draft.
She laughed. Such a lurid thought. The torches on the damp walls flickered slightly. She stopped, in front of her was gothic styled door. She fixed her appearance and straightened up. She knocked twice, and a light but hoarse voiced could be heard.
"Come in."
Walking lightly while swaying her hip seductively she placed the bowl of fruit at the feet of her Master.
"Master."
The one word echoed around the dimly lit room. In the shadowed corner, Voldemorte's lips curled pleasantly. Moving forward into the light, letting the shadows chase back from his revolting face. Only a mother could love that face. Well, a very caring mother.
"Hermione, love come sit next to me." He said his voice thick with lust and a hint of teasing.
She smiled. Still walking lightly she sat next to her Master. She curled her legs underneath her and sat beside him. Like a good little puppy.
"Oh darling, you look lovely this evening." His hand found it's way into her hair stroking it lightly. "Tonight I have a meeting, with the death eaters, and I need someone to be a good little host and serve tea and a light dinner. I would love for all my friends to see you tonight."
He smiled, and stared at Hermione. She didn't want this. She didn't want to be shown around like a prized fish, she wanted to be alone. She wanted anything than to be an exhibit at the zoo. She wanted him to love her, to hold her. Actually she just wanted someone to love her. Anyone would be good.
She put on a brave face and smiled wide. "I would love that. To play host! What a delight!"
Voldemorte grinned like a cat. "Good, now go get ready. Wear that little green number. It's my favorite dress, remember?"
She shuddered. That dress was awful, absolutely demeaning. But if that was what he wanted, she would give it. Hermione traded these meager tasks for his love. Though humiliating and down right degrading, it didn't matter. As long as she was his in every way, nothing mattered.
She left the room and got ready to please her Master.
Hermione straightened her dress. The she loved the color, but the dress was very revealing to say the least. The color of emeralds. She sighed, 'this is it.' The tray of tea shook in her hands. Everyone would see her, judge her, and see her as nothing other than Voldemorte's bitch. But she wasn't! She was his lover, his friend, and he loved her. Well as much as he could.
The house elves opened the door for her. The room was filled with men. Smoking, talking loudly, and leering at her in the doorway. The dress was so long you couldn't see her feet, but the top, had no back and hardly any front. Her long beautiful hair was pulled back into a long French braid that swayed behind her.
Milling about the room, giving everyone tea, she was being watched. Not by the men, but by Voldemorte. He smiled at her with a hint of malice in his grin. It looked as if he liked to watch her so uncomfortable, so alone. Hermione walked toward her Master and served him tea.
Voldemorte stuck his cheek out and Hermione gave him a kiss.
Hermione stood beside his seat confidently grinning at the room of people happily as if she was glad to see them. Voldemorte tapped his glass, getting the attention of everyone in the room.
"Welcome, to the Death Eater Meeting! I would like you all to meet my lover, Hermione. She has been my companion for two years now, and this is a sort of coming out party for her."
The room clapped and whistled.
"Is she not beautiful?"
The room laughed. It was that thick laugh that men use when they have just heard a dirty joke. It sent chills down Hermione's spine and her smiled faltered, but was quickly back in place without anyone noticing.
A little house elf walked in quaking at the knees. "Dinner is served!" She squeaked.
The room emptied into the dinning hall, where a large table, fit to seat 20 people on each side, stood. The seats filled quickly, leaving three seats next to Voldemorte. He saw Hermione walking slowly toward him and he gestured with his hand to come. Her steps quickened and she kneeled beside her lord.
"Yes?"
He whispered into her ear, "You may sit next to me. Those two seats are for of my two most faithful servants, next to you." Hermione grinned. She was his most faithful? This was even better than anything she could imagine. He really did love her.
The meal appeared on the table, and the men dug in greedily. Hermione looked about the room, when the door opened wide and two men walked inside. The first one was Lucious. She knew him; she had seen him many times before at the castle. But he hid the other man who walked behind him.
As Lucious went to pull out the chair farthest away from Voldemorte, it gave Hermione the chance to see the hidden man behind him.
He looked like a younger more beautiful Lucious. His hair not as long but fell into his eyes. Those eyes, so silver, so beautiful, so…familiar. Their eyes met for several seconds and it felt as if they were the only two in the room.
You don't remember me
But I remember you
She was brought to attention when the mysterious, but beautiful boy sat next to her. Hermione blushed. Beautiful. 'He may be beautiful but he is not my master! I cannot look. It's a sin. I know it is, but look at the way he stares,' she thought. His body lean and lovely. His skin was very pale, but it made the light pink of his cheeks seemed so much more childish, so much more boyish, and so soft. The urge to touch his face became over whelming and Hermione had to sit her hands in her lap, to keep from touching him.
"Ah, Lucious, Draco, this is Hermione. Hermione these are the Malfoy's"
Lucious smirked at her, eyeing her warily, "Hello." It came out toneless, unfeeling, like she was another piece of the furniture. She smirked at him, "Lucious." Draco sat straighter and gave a small but debonair smile, "Draco Lucious Malfoy the 3rd, it's nice to meet you Hermione."
She felt a jolt in her stomach. The way he said her name was foreign to her. She had never heard her name filled with such…feeling.
Hermione pulled her braid into her lap and began to fondle with the clasp at the end. She unraveled her hair and she stroked the long brunette locks from their entrapment. All the while she could feel Draco's eyes on her, watching her with a uncertain gaze. She glanced out of the corner of her eye to see if she still had his attention. He watched her from the corner of his eye. Hermione abruptly stopped touching her hair and looked at her hands. How could he do this to me? I don't even know him, yet he seems like a long lost friend. One I have seen over and over again. Like in my dreams. Hermione looked at his profile. Just like the blonde boy in my dreams.
Seeing Voldemorte turn his attention to her, Hermione stopped thinking about Draco and paid attention to Voldemorte the rest of dinner.
Voldemorte stood up, "Let us all go into the other room for our meeting." The table began to leave, and Voldemorte held Hermione back.
"Love would you be a dear, and Share your spare bed room with Draco tonight. Everyone is staying the night, because tomorrow, we leave, and with all those rooms taken, there is no room for the little Malfoy. Your spare room next yours, should be sufficient enough. Do anything he wants you to do."
Draco walked up beside them and nodded to Voldemorte.
"Draco, Hermione will show you your room." With that Voldemorte left.
They were the only ones in the room and they were staring at each other. Hermione had seen him before. But he seemed…so…familiar! He reminds me of the boy in my dreams! But I have neer seen before! How could this be possible? Hermione shook her head. No, I love Voldemorte. He is my lord and lover. I belonged to him. Hermione owed him so much for being there when she couldn't remember anything. How would he react if she started to remember her past?
Draco stared at her incredulously. Where had he seen her?
"Let's go," Hermione stated. She turned and started walking away, with Draco following.
A/N Wow first chapter done! Hope you like this sequel; I think its better written then the last one. Thank goodness. Well I'm off! Bye! R&R (oh yes i don't own that line from Evanescence either)