DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Chapter 9
"My dear, what is so hard to believe about this?" Voldemort asked, still lying on his back, the blanket barely covering him.
Hermione was looking around the room for her clothes.
"What is so hard to believe about this is that 10 minutes after I see Harry dead in the dungeons, I slept with the -"
Voldemort sat up. "The what, my dear?"
"I was about to say 'the most horrible man in history' but then Hitler comes into it."
"My dear, I am truly flattered that you have considered me the most horrible man in history, even if I am runner-up. But I am afraid that you are mine."
Hermione looked up in terror. "How do you figure that?" she asked, finding her shirt.
"My dear, I have taken your purity."
"No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did. I sensed the pain as I entered you. I was your first." He said smugly.
"Was not. Me and Harry have done it before."
"No, you haven't, my dear, I know that."
"We have!" she snapped.
"Okay, then. How was he?"
"I am not going to discuss my private life with you of all people."
"Then you haven't done it. Simple."
"Fine." she had to think up a lie quickly. "He was . . . . . . different to you."
"Meaning?"
"Well, you like hard and rough, whilst he likes slow and gentle."
"Of course." Voldemort said, not believing her. "How big was he?"
Hermione shot up again, just before finding her trousers. "What?!"
"How big was he?" he asked again calmly.
"I don't think he would've wanted me to tell you." Hermione replied, just as calmly.
"You haven't, have you?" he gave her a thorough stare.
"Okay! Fine! We didn't do it. You were my first."
Voldemort smiled smugly and sat up, keeping the blanket covering as little skin as possible.
Hermione stood up, almost fully dressed. She had her shirt and trousers on but nothing more.
"Shoe. Where's my shoe?"
"Why are you hurrying?"
"I'm hurrying because I want to-"
"You want to go again?" Voldemort asked hopefully.
"NO!! I want to see . . . . . . ."
"You want to see Potter again?"
"Yeah. So, I'm going down to the dungeons where we were last night and I'm going to see him one last time."
Before he could say anything, Hermione found her shoes, picked them up and ran out of the room and down to the dungeons.
"That damn girl!" Voldemort cursed under his breath, grabbing his trousers.
Hermione was hopping down the corridor, desperately trying to put a shoe on and outrun Voldemort, who was surely behind her, however far. As soon as the second shoe was on, she ran down to stairs to the dungeons and hesitated before entering the room she was in last night.
She closed the door behind her and turned to the corner where she had seen Harry.
And there he stood.
Harry.
Well, chained to the wall.
"Hermione?"
"Harry?"
"What's going on? Did he hurt you? Are you okay?"
"I thought you were dead."
"Me?"
"Yeah." She smiled weakly. "Shit." She said. "I'm having a bad day."
"Because you found out I was alive?"
"Not that. That makes me ecstatic. But the problem is-"
The door burst open and Voldemort ran in.
"There you are!" he shouted at Hermione, who ran over to Harry. She cowered behind the boy chained to the wall. "Ahh, hiding behind your little boyfriend. Hermione, have you not noticed that he is chained to a wall and cannot protect you?"
"I had noticed that, yes, but his presence calms me."
"I see. Well, I'm afraid, my dear, that we'll have to leave."
"Why?"
"Because I said so, my dear girl." Voldemort hissed, advancing on them.
"Stay away from her!" Harry roared.
"And what are you going to do, Potter? Fight me?"
"If you let me out these chains, I will."
"Fine." Voldemort turned away and the chains vanished. Harry immediately wrapped his arms around Hermione, keeping her behind him. "Shall we duel like we did when you 'graced' me with my body? Or hand-to-hand combat?"
"A duel, I'd say."
"Good." A wand appeared in Harry's hand and Harry took his duelling position. Voldemort smirked and did the same. They started to move in a circle until Harry and Hermione were against the door.
"Hermione, go." Harry whispered.
"I'm not leaving you."
"Awww." Voldemort gushed sarcastically. "Your little girlfriend isn't going to leave. Oh, well. She'll have to see me killing you."
At that point, Harry released his other hand from Hermione's waist, grabbed the door and yanked it open.
"Harry, what-"
Then, Harry pushed her outside.
"Well, I can't say I'm grateful but-" Voldemort started.
Harry then ran out. He grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her along the corridor.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Getting out of here. If we ever find the exit." He responded, pulling her to the left at a T-junction in the corridor. They arrived in the hall they arrived in at the start of this 'adventure' and ran over to the huge oak doors.
They tugged hard on the door handles but had no effect.
"Well, this is where you ran off to." Came a sneering voice.
They turned around, Harry making sure Hermione was behind him, and saw Voldemort at the top of the stairs. He looked very annoyed, yet tried to be calm.
At that moment, half a dozen Death eaters ran in from nowhere and practically jumped on Hermione and Harry. Two grabbed Hermione's hands and pulled them behind her back and one tied them so tightly that a small amount of blood emerged from her skin. The remaining 3 did the same to Harry. When they were both bound, magical Duck-Tape (a/n: can't think of a name for it) appeared on both their mouths.
They were pulled to the bottom of the steps and pushed onto their knees. Hermione looked at Harry and he felt guilty for the sheer terror in her eyes. She looked away as Voldemort arrived at the bottom of the stairs and cupped her chin in his hand.
He didn't say anything, just glared at her.
"Take them to the dungeons." He snapped at the Death Eaters, throwing Hermione's chin out of his hand. Both of them."
Two Death Eaters heaved Hermione up by her arms and dragged her down to the dungeons, as two did with Harry.