Disclaimer: All characters, plots, and situations from the Harry Potter series belong to JK Rowling. I'm sure as hell not profiting from this work.
Hermione wrangled her fingers through her wet hair, trying her hardest to remove the tangles as best she could. Despite being in a location possibly filled with Death Eaters she wished she had her wand to help with her hair. "One day, I'm going to chop you off," she mumbled to herself, finally getting the last of the knots out of her curly locks.
"Here." Hermione looked up from the dressing table to see Voldemort in his immaculate black robes, come through the door, holding another robe in his arms. "You can wear this for now, until I get clothes for you."
"I brought my own clothing," replied Hermione as she stood from her seat.
"Are you referring to the filthy rags that were in your rucksack?" asked Voldemort as he laid the robe onto the dressing table.
"Were in my rucksack?"
"I did warn you that your belongings would more than likely be destroyed. But, being the merciful lord, that I am, I only got rid of the Muggle items you consider your clothing. All of your other belongings are still your own. Yes, I almost forgot." With a flick of his wrist a small pile of light colored clothing floated into the bathroom. "I'm so accustomed to seeing you this way." His eyes looking up and down her bare skin. "It almost slipped my mind to give you these. We wouldn't want you to catch a chill." The smile on his face made Hermione narrow her eyes.
"Yes. You certainly are a merciful lord to remember my undergarments," she replied in a saccharine tone.
"Indeed." Walking around her, Voldemort lowered his head to the crook of her neck. The sounds of him inhaling her skin, causing a tingling sensation to run down her spine. His lips pressed down on a sensitive spot beneath her ear, tenderly moving up until he mouth reached her ear. "You smell lovely."
"I smell like you."
"Precisely." Hermione rolled her eyes at his egotistical comment and moved to put on her knickers and bra. "Once you are finished meet by the fire. Lunch will be waiting." Hermione nodded her head in agreement, watching as Voldemort left the room for her to dress.
"That won't do." Hermione looked down at the long black material dragging across the floor. She immediately felt the material shrink around her body, contouring itself to fit perfectly around her shape. "Sit. Eat." Hermione obeyed his request and sat at the large leather chair across from him. A small table with two plates filled with grilled chicken, steamed vegetables and a roll filled the room with a delicious smell. Hermione quickly grabbed her fork and knife, cutting up the chicken in small pieces. Though the meal was light, she knew her stomach could only hold so much, due to days of very little food. "After we eat, I want to show you your rooms-"
"Rooms?" she asked.
"Correct. You will have a small library-,"
"Library?"
"Hermione, if you insist on interrupting me, I will be forced to silence you." Hermione raised her hands in surrender.
"A small library," he paused as though waiting for the opportunity to silence her, "With a sitting room and a bathroom. The rooms will be yours for the day for any research or studying I require from you. For the time being, you will not be able to roam the manor."
"Hiding your filthy little secret, Voldemort?" she asked in a cheeky manner.
"Yes," he replied, as though the answer was obvious.
"Unsure of how to explain me to your Death Eaters?" Voldemort looked her directly in the eyes, while placing a piece of meat in his mouth. He went on to stare at her as he elegantly chewed his food, stopping only to clean the corners of his mouth, then returning the cloth napkin to his lap. He went on eating without any remarks and remained silent throughout the meal. After he removed the napkin from his lap, he placed it neatly by his plate. His body relaxed and leaned back against the chair. His eyes still directed at her.
"I don't have to explain anything to my Death Eaters. Their purpose is to serve and that service is too me. Let me remind you, that it was your decision to leave your only defense with Potter. I told you before, Hermione, I don't wish to hurt you, but I won't always be around to watch you and I can't guarantee your safety on your own at this time."
"So, when will the time be right?"
"There is gathering planned in two weeks for one of my most loyal. I will present you at that time. Until then, you stay within your rooms...and mine."
"And what exactly do you mean by...present?"
"Exactly What it means, Hermione. An introduction."
"Understood." She would've pressed harder, but he was right. Damnit! She had no wand to protect herself and she had no clue where she actually was. The truth was it didn't matter, this was her doing and she couldn't leave. Voldemort stood and the food disappeared between them. He made his way to her, placing a pale finger under her chin. He moved her head up so their eyes could meet, his thumb softly caressed her jawline.
"Let me show you your new home, Hermione." His voice was low, almost a whisper, against the crackling of the fire. It was these innocent moments in time that caused that feeling in her stomach, butterflies, a feeling she was sure he would never have. Hermione stood on her feet in front of the tall wizard, placing her hands on his chest, then stepping on her tiptoes, to place a wet kiss on his neck. A small smile appeared on her lips as she felt his heart quicken from under her hands. She lowered herself back to her feet, keeping her eyes on his. "After you." He brushed the hair that fell to her forehead, before walking towards a door on the opposite side of the room. Hermione turned on her heel to follow him.
The view from her small library was breathtaking. Thick snow covered the vast hills in the distance, but the gardens below, around the base of the large house, were a lush green even in the cold winter temperatures. Magic. She assumed Voldemort had saved this room for last, perhaps he knew she would want to spend most of her time here. The library was lovely. Small, but filled with books she was itching to get her hands on. Her sitting room and library were easily accessed through a door in his chambers. His chambers only being accessible from his own personal study that lead into a long corridor.
"Hermione." She turned her head to see Voldemort standing in the doorway. I am pleased you like your room, but I did promise you a gift."
"I thought my own library was the gift?" she asked in confusion.
"No, my dearest, your gift is waiting for you in your sitting room." Hermione made her way to the doorway, walking with Voldemort to the room beyond her library. The door was opened, but before she stepped in she turned to face him. She looked curiously up at him.
"I just realized you didn't show me a bedroom. Where am I to sleep?"
"I'm quite sure you are perfectly aware of where you intend to sleep."
"I'm sure even the soulless like a warm body near them during the night," said Hermione, remembering back to their first night together. Lust flickered in his ruby eyes as he slid his fingers through her thick hair, cradling her head as his other hand gripped her waist. His body pressed her against the doorframe even as he pulled her closer. She bit down sharply at the sensitive spot she placed a kiss earlier that day and was rewarded by a hiss of pleasure. Suddenly, the sound of crystal shattering, stopped her, as her eyes comically widened and moved towards the direction of the disruption. Hermione's brown eyes landed on a pair of very familiar black eyes, with a very familiar scowl.
"Happy Christmas, Hermione," replied Voldemort as he pulled her further into the room. "A professor to help you with your studies." She turned to look at Voldemort, then back to her former potion's professor.
"Any chance for a refund?" asked Hermione, as the scowl on Severus face only grew deeper.