DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN Harry POTTER OR ITS CHARACTERS!!
Kidnapped
Chapter 7
Bill and Ben dragged Harry into the dungeons and chained him up, facing the wall. As soon as they left, he pulled desperately at the chains and didn't even bother to stop when the door opened.
"Boy, calm yourself. Hearing you scream won't be as fun then." Voldemort sneered.
"What have you done with Hermione?"
"Miss Granger is currently in my quarters."
"What have you done to her?"
"Oh, nothing." He said, too smugly. He sat on a crate a few feet away and waved his hand lazily at Harry, causing the chain to spin him around to face him.
"What have you done to her?" Harry bellowed, sensing his smugness.
"Just . . . . . . enlightened her of her true purpose in life." Voldemort explained. "And I must say, she has a fantastic body."
Harry tried to lash out at him but the chains held him back. Voldemort just laughed hysterically, in an evil way.
"Really, boy, your pathetic attempts of lashing out at me are very amusing. Please continue." He added sarcastically.
"What do you want with Hermione?" Harry asked trying to calm himself.
"She'll be my Queen soon enough. I just have to get rid of some of the obstacles in the way."
"What obstacles?"
"An item here, a person there."
"You are one sick, twisted, evil bastard."
"So I've been told." He stood up and slowly started to advance on Harry. "But you see, boy, the main person in my way, is the very person I have been intending to dispose of anyway." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry's chest. "She loves you. And that is a bit of an annoyance to me. You see, if her heart is distracted by you, she can't give into me."
"So, what? You'll kill me?"
"Am I truly that obvious?"
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Hermione woke in a plush bed of black silk blankets. She sat up and shrieked a little as she found herself naked underneath the covers. She pulled them up around her and scanned the room for her clothes. She couldn't see any. Not even her underwear.
"Well, that can't be good." She whispered to herself.
She stood up, taking the blanket with her, tying it around her and walking over to the door. It was locked, as usual. She sighed, giving up, and climbed back in bed. She pushed a pillow up against the wall and leant against it, wishing she had a book to read or something to entertain her.
After about an hour of sitting up in bed, surrounded by her thoughts, a pile of clothes magically appeared in her lap, with a note. She picked it up and read to neat script.
"Get dressed, my Dear. I will be sending Draco up to get you in five minutes. If you are not dressed, he will bring you to me, whatever you are wearing, whether it be your underwear or the entire dress. Voldemort."
She sighed again and picked up the dress by the arms and examined it. (a/n: for picture, see my website, page 'stuff for stories', dress 4 and shoe 5) It was black and silk. Floor length, strapless and had black 4 inch high heels with it. She looked on the bed and was shocked slightly to see her black thong and bra on the covers.
"The sneaky bastard." She said to herself and pulled the underwear on nonetheless. She slipped into the dress and put the shoes on. 1 minute left. A hairbrush appeared on a nearby desk and Hermione took it as a sign.
She brushed her hair, bringing it to a shimmery beautiful net on chocolate brown but after a few seconds, natural slight curls came in.
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The door opened exactly on cue and Draco stepped in.
"Come with me."
"Don't have a choice, do I?" she hissed sarcastically and walked with him. Even in 4 inch high heels, he was still a few inches taller than her. He grabbed her arm viciously and pulled her to the dungeons.
Draco stopped abruptly outside a door, knocked on it and entered when a voice allowed it. Voldemort was sitting on a crate, right leg up, left leg just hanging off the wooden box. In his right hand was his wand, lazily hanging. He looked over to Draco and Hermione.
"Well, well, my dear, you fix up rather nicely."
"Piss off." She hissed, earning her a back-hand round the face from Draco.
"DRACO!! Get out now, boy, I'll deal with you later." Voldemort threatened.
"Yes, milord." And he left.
"Well, Hermione, you shine up like a new penny. A bit of black here and there, silk, high heels, sexy black underwear."
"How the hell do you know?" she screeched.
"I chose your clothes. And I never thought someone like you would ever wear such tasteful undergarments."
"Someone like me?" she asked spitefully.
"Never mind, my dear. Come here." He said, half expecting her to comply, half wanting her to be stubborn so he could go over there and grab her.
Hermione worked this out, having an uncle who's a psychologist (a/n: not really) and went over willingly.
"Oh." Voldemort groaned. "I was sort of hoping you wouldn't do it."
"Sorry to disappoint." She snapped sarcastically. "Now, can we get to the point of this unfortunate and wasteful meeting?" she folded her arms and tapped her foot a few times.
He clapped his hands together and announced proudly: "I like you! You're good!"
"Whatever." She sighed and began to walk away when she had an overpowering urge to turn around. And she did.
Voldemort waved his wand and said: "Imperio."
Hermione tried to fight it but found her legs walking by themselves over to Voldemort, who was grinning wildly.
"Sit with me." he said. She turned felt Voldemort's arms wrap around her waist and pull her between his legs. There they sat, her in between his legs, his left hand on her hip, his right hand lightly holding her head to his collarbone. "You know, Hermione, there's a reason I brought you down here."
"I guessed." She struggled to say, just fighting the curse.
"Look." He lifted the curse off her neck and head and pointed to a dark corner. She looked over and screamed as she saw Harry, hanging upside down, blood slowly oozing from his throat.
Voldemort covered her eyes with his hand and pulled her head the other way. She sobbed hysterically, eyes scrunched shut and Voldemort rubbed her back, in - it can only be called - a comforting gesture. He lightly kissed the top of her head and moved his hand from her eyes to her shoulder. He lifted the curse off her entirely, and surprisingly, she slowly lifted her hands and held onto Voldemort's arm.
After a few minutes, her tears had completely soaked the left side of his robes and she had started to calm down. Instead of crying and hyper-ventilating, she was just hyper-ventilating. She'd been doing for about 3 minutes and still wasn't calming down.
"Hermione, you need to calm down. Try and steady your breathing." He instructed.
She tried but it only got worse. He had to do something. He put his hand under her chin and made her look up. He lifted his other hand, passed it over her eyes and she was asleep on the spot. Her head slumped against his chest and she began to breathe normally.
He smiled to himself, mildly wickedly, took her into his arms and stood up. He didn't cast a second glance to Harry in the corner and carried Hermione from the room, up to his chambers again.