DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Memoirs
Chapter 6
Tom stormed into his study, silently regretting what he had said to Hermione. He wanted her here. He wanted her alive. By his side. He didn't want to kill her. Or be unhappy. But he got angry at her for wishing herself dead. A gentle knock came from the door. "What?" he snapped, slumping into his chair. The door opened, revealing Bella. In one of the shortest skirts possible.
"Milord?" she sounded mischievously innocent.
"What, Bellatrix?" he knew she got annoyed when her full name was used.
"I see you are in distress." She said, sauntering over to him.
"You could say that." He smiled sadly.
"Would you like me to...relax you?" she asked, perching on his desk.
"When will you stop offering yourself to me, Bella?" he asked, twisting his chair round a little.
"When milord tells me to stop." She whispered. "Well? Would you like me to relax you? Or would you like me to stop?"
"Does Rodolphus know about your whorish activities?" he asked cruelly.
"He doesn't care. He hasn't cared for years." She said sadly. "Well, milord? I'm still waiting for an answer." She said slyly.
"...I'm fine, Bella." He said flatly.
She was visibly disappointed. "But, milord!"
"No 'buts' Bella, the answer is no. I won't cheat on Hermione so early on in our marriage."
"You're... married?" she scoffed disbelievingly. "To a mudblood?" she asked.
In an instant, Tom's wand was digging into Bella's oesophagus and she was being pushed back against his desk. "Don't you ever speak of Hermione in that way again! Do you understand me, Bella?"
"Yes, milord." She whimpered.
He dug his wand in deeper to her throat and then released her. "Get out." He said.
She scrambled off his desk and out of the door. "He's truly insane, now." She murmured to himself and she stalked off to go and find this whore who had taken her Lord from her.
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Snape left Lucius and Hermione awkwardly. Hermione had gotten up and was leaning gently against the stone railing, Lucius stood next to her.
"So..." he said, trying to spark conversation. He didn't get a response. "Hermione, please talk to me." he whispered, turning his head to her. She looked back and they stared into each other's eyes.
"I've nothing to say." She whispered back. Lucius visibly flinched at her words, and when she looked back to the horizon, his eyes darkened.
"If you'd excuse me then, milady." He snapped and stormed away from her.
She didn't care. She barely even noticed. Actually, she didn't notice. As Hermione looked over to the view of the grounds, she observed what was going on below with disgust. Several batches of new recruits were being trained below. Random commands were given and repeated, and then obeyed. She didn't hear the main door to the room open and close, but she did hear the patio door slide open. Hermione turned around and then back again when she saw it was her husband.
Tom was leaning against the door confidently, his tie undone and hanging around his neck. His hands were in his pockets and his legs were crossed.
"Wasn't expecting you back so soon. I thought you'd have been doing foreplay with Bella by now." She cheeked, looking back down onto the recruits.
Tom ignored her comments. "I'm sorry about what I said earlier."
"Okay." she said quietly, not believing a word of what he just said.
"I am though, Hermione."
"If you're sure." She replied.
He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. He walked over to her, stood behind her and looked down at the recruits also.
"Do you enjoy watching them be trained?" he asked, running his fingertips down her arm. She shuddered and looked away.
"I want you to let them go." She said, turning around but not looking at him.
He just chuckled. "You miss understand, my sweet." He cupped her chin gently.
"Don't call me that!" she snapped, shaking her head away from his hand.
Again, he laughed. "They are here because they want to be."
"No." Hermione smirked and looked him in the eye. "They're here because they're scared. You've terrified the whole world into submission, making them bow and clean and scrape. You've even assumed that I'm beneath you."
"I would never think that." He hissed, gripping her chin harshly. "I may have thought that in the past, but not now."
She chuckled and pushed his hand away sharply. "Touch me again and I'll jump." She hopped up onto the balcony fencing.
"You'll do not such thing."
"Oh, really?" she snapped sarcastically.
"Yes."
"And why's that?"
"Because you don't want to." He smirked, standing between her legs. "You want to know what it feels like to have people bow to you. Do anything you tell them to."
"I would never want that." She snapped but her eyes betrayed her.
"Says your lips. But your mind craves being able to order to people around, for what you've been through in your life..." he sucked in air, like one does when one sees someone get hurt. "So much misery you've had."
"Caused by people like you."
"My dear, there are 1000 people like me to 1 of you. That figure will always remain." He said, taking her hand in his, stepping back and gently pulling her off the railing. 40's romantic music started playing out of nowhere and he pulled her into a dancing pose. "Dance with me." he ordered/asked.
"I-I don't know the steps."
He chuckled, pulled her all the way to him and they began to do slow circles. For the first minute or so, her arms hung by her sides but when the music started to pick up a little, she put her right hand on his shoulder-blade and her left on his upper arm. He smirked against her neck.
"What's happened whilst I've been gone?" she asked him.
"Where to start..." he began. "Well, I regenerated, obviously, captured several countries and assigned my Inner Circle to somewhere."
"Where did you give Lucius?"
"America."
"Why?"
"I wanted him as far away as possible." Tom answered simply.
"What else?" Hermione asked against his ear.
"...I visited you everyday. I talked to you, asked for advice, etc. I knew you couldn't reply, but it helped." To both their amazement, Hermione tucked her head in between his head and shoulder. "Then, 6 months later, here you are." He said, shrugging a little.
"I really appreciate you opening up to me like this." She said, looking at him.
"I've not even 'opened up'."
"...I still like it."
"You like my company?"
"No way." She said bluntly. "But I like to hear peoples' secrets."
Tom chuckled. "I have no secrets to tell you."
"Yes, you do." Hermione said, nodding a little. "Everyone has secrets."
"What are yours?" he asked her, twirling her around.
She scoffed. "Like I'm gonna tell you." They both chuckled.
"I think we should retire. You've been through a lot today."