Do I want to strip in front of him? I guess I have to.
Hermione stood up and took off her shirt to reveal a complicated mark on the small of her back.
"You truly are my daughter. The direct descendant of your mother," Voldemort smiled.
"You doubted me?" Hermione asked.
"No, never. This is but a reconfirmation," Voldemort tried explaining himself.
"You doubted me," Hermione put on her shirt and left.
"Maia Riley Riddle," Voldemort's voice boomed. "Your behaviour is unacceptable. As your father, I demand more respect from you than this."
"Do accept my apology, dear father. I am just terribly hurt by your earlier actions."
"Forgive me my child. However, I still demand respect. Now go change and join me in my meeting. It's time I announce the existence of my daughter to my people."
"Do you think it would be a wise decision, father?"
"My powers are recovering fast and I am going to declare war soon, there is nothing the Potter boy nor would your headmaster be able do now. I no longer worry about disclosing this secret."
"I shall be dressed and awaiting your arrival in the dungeons after you finish your breakfast."
"Very well."
As promised, Hermione was dressed and ready when her father entered the dungeon meeting room, sitting behind a veil.
"Everyone listen up. I have an announcement to make. I have recently discovered the location of my long lost daughter and she is now here with us. I present to you Princess Maia Riley Riddle," Voldemort waved and the veil fell to reveal Hermione in a classic revealing black dress, sexy and elegant.
"All hail Princess Maia," chorused the Deatheaters as they bowed and paid their respect to Hermione.
"However, you are not to mention this to anyone outside of this room. You are hand picked by me from the elites of the Deatheaters to be here today as a member of the inner circle, I trust that you all would respect my decision?" Voldemort stared each of them down.
"Yes, Dark Lord. We pledge our loyalties to you with our lives," Lucius Malfoy replied on behalf of the rest.
"Let's just hope everyone thinks so too," Voldemort gave a bone chilling laugh. "From now on, Maia here, would be attending every single session of our meetings and update us on Harry Potter."
"I believe you are still in contact with that Potter boy?" Voldemort pointedly asked Hermione.
"Of course. He still thinks we are best friends."
"Excellent."
"The threat imposed of Hogwarts that day was excellent,…" and the meeting droned on.
After the meeting, Hermione offered to serve tea to her thirsty "father". Voldemort simply drank the tea with no doubt of her ever poisoning the tea. And not that she would. Voldemort is a tough wizard, simple poison would not have killed him.
Hermione excused herself after serving tea to enter her room.
Tap tap tap.
Owl? I thought I told them not to mail me anything just incase it got intercepted.
She opened the window to let in a majestic owl.
Must be Draco's mail again. What is wrong with these owls?
She decided to be a good Samaritan and bring it to Draco. But before that, she picked up two chocolate frogs and spiked one with Veritaserum.
She went into Draco's room without knocking. Draco is peacefully sitting in his armchair and reading a book about Veritaserum when he felt something land on his lap. He lowered his book to see Hermione pointing at his lap and saying," Letter"
He eyed her and then placed the book on his side table to pick up the letter in his lap.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Here, have a chocolate frog." Hermione handed him the spiked one and popped the other into her mouth.
Draco examined the chocolate frog and then started to say something. However Hermione cut him off, saying "If I wanted you dead, all I have to do is perform magic, like my father would have any objections about your death or your father's subsequent grieve."
Draco gave her words some thought, agreed with her with a nod of his head and a shrug and popped the candy into his mouth. Then he felt it. The signs of consuming the Veritaserum potion. His vision starts to get very clouded and his senses dulled.
Damn that woman.
He vaguely heard murmuring and movement of Hermione's lips and he himself said something. Next, liquid was poured into his mouth and the blurriness starts to clear. When he is finally out of his trance, Hermione had already left.
Draco stomped out of his room and barged into Hermione's room.
"Woman, what the hell did you do?"
"I believe you can answer that yourself."
"You promised it was safe."
"I said it would not endanger your life, but I did not remember saying anything about you spilling your guts out."
"What did I say?"
"You said you are still a virgin."
"That's all?"
"You can answer that yourself too."
Draco spun on his heel and left Hermione's room.
That night, Hermione chose a sexy night gown of sheer material and lace trimmings. Her mission tonight is to fulfill Draco's wish of not wanting to die a virgin. She had asked Draco where his loyalties laid this afternoon. And his answer was not as predicted. He did not want to have any part in the at all for he was still a virgin and he did not want to risk his life when he is still a virgin.
The order needed his participation in their ultimate plan to destroy Voldemort for Harry had failed to recover all his horcruxes. Dumbledore's original plan was to let Hermione brainwash him, but Hermione wanted to fulfill his wish first. She felt bad for wanting to use him that way. And maybe if he fell in love with her, she can convince Draco to fight alongside her and not have to force him into doing it.
Hermione placed a bathrobe over her night gown and treaded towards Draco's room at 11.32pm. She turned the knob of his door and found it locked.
Damn. I wonder if alohomora would work in a wizard's house?
And of course she tried and failed.
Apparition? No harm in trying. I hope I do not trigger anything.
Apparate she did, and presto, she is in his room.
Must have been in the list of acceptable apparate personels. Oh! Now I know why Draco got to the dinner room before me that day.
Hermione dropped her bathrobe and walked towards her sleeping prey. She sat on the side of his bed and placed a hand on his crotch. Hermione stroked his crotch like a mother would her baby's head. It grew a little.
Draco stirred and opened his eyes to see Hermione with her hands on his crotch.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
"Robbing you of your virginity," Hermione replied before smacking her lips on his.