A/N: I am so sorry for the wait with this chapter. We've had a ton of rain and all that and I lost this document twice. Well I hope the chapter itself makes up for the wait. Cheers : Oh yea I own nothing so I'm not getting cash for this. I made up the name and description of the Snow Bomb Flower so I guess it counts as mine.
"Stir three time clockwise, add hazel, wait fifteen seconds…add two drops white-moon berry juice, stir eight times clockwise let simmer." Hermione stood in the potions lab she shared with Snape. On the counter in front of her sat an iron cauldron over a fire and next to it sat a brown leather book with yellowing pages. She followed the steps and smiled as the potion turned a mucky brown. She put a stasis charm on the potion to leave it over night.
"Hermione" The sound of her name startled Hermione and she jumped. She turned to see Draco Malfoy in the doorway. "You leaving then?" She asked already knowing the answer. Voldemort had decided to send Draco to other the hideout since he was "distracting" Hermione from working. Draco nodded in the affirmative and moved to hug her and whisper good-bye. She turned around to clean up and place everything back in its place.
Hermione went straight to her room instead of going to the library like she usually did before dinner. She closed the door and walked to her chair to sit down. It had only been a week, one week, since she'd slept with two Death Eaters (Not one of her finest drunken moves), since he had seen the memory and she started work on that potion. When she sat down Crookshanks jumped into her lap, a paper in his mouth, and she almost screamed in delight. He'd been gone a week and she'd thought someone had taken him.
Opening the paper, Hermione hugged her cat and read, "Hermione I—we hope this note finds you well. Ron and I were a bit surprised when Crooks showed up on Monday. It's Friday now and he should be back with you soon. We just want you to know that we haven't stopped looking for you yet. We know you don't know where you are but just to let you know Neville's back and told us what happened. What potion??? Write back. Love Harry and Ron."
Hermione laughed reading the little note over and over again. She grabbed a blue notebook that was a gift from Draco's mother, and a quill from her bed and sat down at the desk. It was a nicely warded diary and anyone who tried to break the password she set would get burned severely in very nasty place and turn blue. "Dark Angel." The book opened to a clean page and Hermione started to write about the potion, Draco leaving, Harry and Ron's note. She of course analyzed every part of her day before snapping the book shut, letting her gaze wonder over to the painted doors by her bed as it usually did.
She was jolted out of her thoughts by Voldemort, of course, who'd come in to discuss the potion. He took one look at her and frowned. Her chestnut hair was up in what he thought was supposed to be a bun but was falling out of the elastic. The girl's white lab robe was singed in some places and multi-colored in others. Her eyes drooped and se slouched back in her chair half asleep. "You need to bathe…. and sleep. I'll return later." He swept out of the room and Hermione for once followed his orders. Well she almost followed them. She ended up working a bit more before falling asleep sometime around midnight and sleeping through the night well into the next afternoon.
Voldemort sat in his study staring at a Pensive that was on the desk in front of him. He had the strong urge to watch the only memory it contained, again. He had a nagging need or desire to figure the witch out. He slipped into the memory and watched as it played out before him just as it had played over in her head a week ago.
Ten-year old Hermione stood at the back door in the kitchen of her home. She watched as her parents pulled out of their driveway and down the street out of sight. Hermione shut the door, locked all three of the locks and padded silently in to the living room where she hauled herself up onto the couch and started to read a book. Voldemort sat down in a chair and waited for the hour to pass. It didn't really take that long but that's how long it had been.
He heard the footsteps Hermione didn't and saw the teenage boy emerge from the kitchen. He had dark blonde hair, brown eyes and looked too big and beefy for his age. She didn't notice him until he sat down and whispered her name. The child Hermione jumped back towards the other end of the couch and turned pale enough to rival a Malfoy. Voldemort noticed, again, that an elderly woman passing by looked in the window. Her jaw dropped and she pulled out what looked like a wand mouthing Run to Hermione as she did so.
The boy advanced on Hermione telling her she would be a woman soon. She remained silent but put up a fight as he tried to pull down her pants, smacking him hard across the face and rolled off the couch. Voldemort followed her upstairs to her room and watched as she hid in the closet. The memory blacked out and he could only assume she had fainted. The next image was of her parents; Hermione sat in her mothers lap bleeding slightly between her legs. Her father had the teenager by the neck and spat filthy mudbloods before being hauled out.
Voldemort blinked, he was sitting in his study once more. The boy had been a wizard, which explained how he had entered the Granger's house to start with. He looked up at the sound of feet pounding past his door and smirked; Hermione had realized she'd overslept.
"Uhhrg." Hermione sat up in bed with a groan. She blinked wearily at the clock on the mantle before she could read it. Smiling she lay back down to sleep before shooting up again. One? No, it had been midnight when she'd fallen asleep. That meant…she'd overslept! Jumping up, and pulling on the same clothes she had worn the day before she panicked. She yanked on the white lab robe from yesterday, grabbed her wand and bolted out the door and down the hall to the lab.
Snape turned around as a panting Hermione entered the labs. He walked past her and she moved to the potion quickly figuring out where Snape had left off. She didn't hear Voldemort come in, or shut and ward the door but she stiffened when he pressed himself into her back. She relaxed as she heard his hissing breath. Hermione continued working as his hands slid slowly down her sides to grip her waist, his breath by her ear.
"The potion will be complete in a week, all I need is a Snow Bomb flower." He made a noise at her causing her to tug loose from his grip and point to one of the yellowing Potion pages. "It looks like that." She informed him. His eyes flicked to the picture of a field bathed in moonlight. Green weeds dotted the picture and they had large white puffs growing out of them. "Fine."
He advanced on her and she backed up hitting the wall. Voldemort smirked at the panic in her eyes yet she looked up at him as defiant as always. He growled low and let out a hissing breath as he reached her in a short stride. In one swift movement his lips captured hers in a demanding kiss. Hermione hesitated for only a moment before she responded to the kiss. Her brown eyes locked to his crimson ones before they closed. His hands slid down her sides to grip her waist, pulling her closer as he ground his hips against hers.
As Hermione slid her tongue across his bottom lip he pulled away. Her eyes opened to see him looking at the picture in the Potions book. He looked up at her as she spoke in a ragged voice, "Please." His eyes woke her up; they glinted with pride and gloating as he asked, "Please what Miss Granger." She narrowed her own eyes at him. "Please ask Professor…I mean Master Snape if he could have the Snow Bombs to me in three days, on Tuesday." She finished walking back to the potion in time to add the last ingredient and watch it turn from mucky brown to blue.
The door to the lab closed and Hermione let out a shaky breath and glanced at the door. She could taste him on her lips; he tasted like wine and something, something else she couldn't place. Hermione bit her lip as she continued working brow furrowed in concentration…or confusion.
A/N :Well there you go. Chapter five. The reason or the real reason I should say, for Draco leaving will come up later so watch out for it. :) I would like to have at least 7 reviews for this chapter since everyone's so great and reviews anyway. The first person to review will have the next chapter dedecatied to them :
Layla