Chapter 2

The Dark Lord's Captive

By: fallenpanda21

Authors Note: I DO NOT OWN THE HARRY POTTER SERIES AND I AM NO JK ROWLING. I AM JUST A MERE LOVER OF ALL FANFICTION PRETAINING TO HARRY POTTER FANFICTION.

"...She is Hermione Granger." Hermione, aroused by the last sentence, woke up dizzy and nauseous. Her body hurt and bruised. While she laid there on the hard marble floor, she catalogued her pains. Too god damned many, she thought. Ignoring the conversation between the servant and Lord, she tried to remember what happened leading up to this point in time.

Hermione strained her mind to remember the events suddenly they all came back to her in a flash of lights.

Flashback

She had just gotten out of the shower, and went into the kitchen for some wine, that she had delivered from her parent's vineyard in Napa Valley in the USA. She descended down the stairs to the kitchen.

The steel appliances gleamed as Hermione opened the wine cabinet, letting the light illuminate the kitchen. Drawing out the bottle she set it down on the dark marble counter.

Ever since Hermione moved into this house, the gourmet kitchen was one of her favorite rooms, often spending her nights cooking for friends in the beautiful kitchen. Picking out a wine glass, Hermione poured the alcohol into the glass.

Appreciatively, taking a sip of it, she let the drink linger on her tongue, savoring the bitterness of the first taste and the sweetness of the grape. Setting the glass down, she moved to put the cork in the bottle, but spotted some movement out of her eye. Slowly she put the cork in and placed the bottle back in the refrigerated wine cooler, and grasped her wine bottle and started for the door. Again a movement was caught out of her eye. Slowly she walked toward the area, and looked about. Suddenly, just as quick as it could, a streak of orange fur jumped out and collided with Hermione's legs, purring in content.

"Silly old cat, you scared me half to death." Hermione crooned to her cat.

"But not as much as we will scare you." A dark voice said with malice as he and two others stepped out of the shadows and towards Hermione.

The glass of sweet wine fell out of Hermione's delicate hand and shattered onto the hardwood floor with a sickening crash.

End of Flashback

OH Merlin's shit, Hermione thought, what the hell am I going to do now?

In that moment, the Dark Lord suddenly looked down at her and his eyes light up with something Hermione couldn't identify. It scared the crap out of her. She tore her eyes away from his steady gaze and surveyed her surroundings. Two people behind her and a recently dead man also, bleeding on to the pristine marble floor.

Deciding to initiate conversation, Hermione boldly said with humor, "You might want to clean up the mess you have made, blood stains, Voldemort."

While saying this, she meets the eyes of the Dread Lord. He laughs and casually waves a hand in the air and then Hermione feels the presence of the dead man, gone in a 'swoosh'. She suddenly shivers and looks down to the swirls of marble below her.

A man in green robes, steps forward and roughly jerks her shoulder up, making Hermione advert her attention back to the dark side's leader.

Lord Voldemort just stands there looking at his sweet new wife, his bride, his queen.

All his. Voldemort thought with malice. Eerily he takes the mask off and crouches down to make eye level with his captive.

Smiling cruelly he says," You, my sweet new captive, are very enticing. I am tempted to take you here in front of my followers, but I won't." as he says this, he raises his hand to caress her reddened cheek. A tear begins to form in her eyes.

He continues on saying "I want you pure and untainted when I have you in my bed."

He smiles as he sees the dawning of realization in her expressive eyes.

Laughing cruelly, he whispers, "Yes, Hermione Alieena Granger, you will be my bride. You will carry my children on those curvy hips of yours and you will love the pleasures and worldly possessions I will give you. You will be mine, one way or another."

Hermione looks up into his crimson eyes and feels the tears flow down her dirty cheek.

Closing her eyes, she contemplates her situation.

Okay Hermione think, her self- conscious thinks. Play along and the sooner you do, the sooner you can kick so ass and get out of here. Think of Harry, Ron, Ginny, your parents in the US and your own bloody life; everything you have fought for in your own life, fighting the prejudice and hate of others.

Or

You can refuse go through bits of torture while reciting 'Hogwarts: A History' over and over again trying to stay sane and never see your family and friends again. Choose now 'Mione; Life or Death?

Opening her eyes she meets the Dark Lords eyes and smiles slowly.

Lord Voldemort suddenly looks perturbed and then sees that his sweet soon-to-be queen has conceded.

Hermione sees the understanding in her captor's eyes and then his smile. On the outside she smiles and is being embraced by the Dark Lord, but on the inside Hermione vows to never fall for him and stab a knife in him for all the pain he has caused her and her friends.

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