A/N:This chapter is dedicated to Rafael'snumber1fan the first to review! Well here you go folks here is Chapter six :)
Voldemort watched as his new captive, Hermione Granger, flew at Severus Snape. Her beautiful face was contorted in rage, pain, fear and confusion. This was extremely amusing to watch; a vicious Death Eater taking hits from a child…no a young woman. A knock on his study door pulled Voldemort from his memories and his eyes were black as they opened to see Wormtail standing there, reeking of fear. He didn't speak as he raised his want to curse the cowering man but at the last second Wormtail dodged the red jet of light.
Voldemort looked at the balding man in surprise. "You do understand what you just did?" "Mast, master I can explain. The Granger girl wishes to speak with you. She is outside waiting." He babbled. Voldemort's eyes turned crimson again and he nodded. He was thinking she wanted to talk (Scream) about what happened in the lab two days before.
Hermione waited as Wormtail disappeared into Voldemort's study. The exact wand movements of her Cruicatia curse were being mentally recited. All her mental wards were up and she stood in tense almost fighting stance. Not that she was scared; she just didn't want to hear Wormtail screaming. She looked down at her sweatpants and tanks top and hoped they didn't look too…suggestive.
Ten minutes of agonizing silence and Wormtail emerged and motioned her into the room. Hermione narrowed her eyes, took a deep breath and walked forward. She heard the click of the door as Wormtail closed it after himself. After a quick Cruicatia to Wormtail on Voldemort's orders she turned to face him.
"What is it Miss Granger?" He snapped at last. He noticed excitement in her eyes and what…a bit of lust? So he did have an effect on her. "It's finished. Snape got me the Snow Bobs early and the potion is finished." The girl looked as if she wanted to hug him…or something else and she flashed him a dazzling smile. "I'll have Wormtail administer it tomorrow." Hermione blinked at his simple dismissal. "Fine but I have to put my blood in it first." Hermione snarled then, stormed out of the room. Voldemort looked after her with a smirk.
He'd been watching the girl since first year and had, despite himself, become quite enamored of her. She was every bit the Gryffindor to his Slytherin. He was glad he'd gotten rid of the Malfoy boy. He would have been useful but they were getting too close. And Lucius and Snape had been punished for sleeping with her and providing him with dead information. Voldemort had been watching Snape but concluded that their friendship was nothing to worry about.
Hermione sat in the Library reading the same sentence over and over again. She was deep in thought about Voldemort and as usual paying no heed to the world around her; though she set her want to sting her arm if anyone got to close. She knew Voldemort didn't really do the happy thing but she refused to be snapped at for no reason. "Men!" She huffed as her arms stung. "What about us?" Came the silky voice of Severus Snape, who was leaning on a bookshelf.
"May I help you?" He chuckled and walked closer to her, "My Lord wants to see you in his study." Hermione looked at Snape for a second then replied, "Tell /Voldemort/ thanks for the offer but I am a bit busy at the moment, but we can reschedule. I'm free at ten am tomorrow." She then returned to her book. Snape smirked at the young with. If Voldemort thought she'd come running at his call after a single kiss he was mistaken.
When Snape delivered Hermione's message Voldemort was seething. As he lifted his wand to hex Snape a voice echoed in his head, "Don't hex the messenger." He swiftly reached out with his mind only to be shoved back. He didn't notice Snape slipping through the study door as her voice echoed in his head once more, "If you want to see in my mind you ought to request my permission don't push." He started; she would willingly permit him into her mind if he asked? What a perplexing girl she was turning out to be, yet a most interesting one.
Hermione woke-up the next morning to the sound of her chair squeaking. It couldn't be Crookshanks, she'd sent him off the night before with a two-way parchment for Harry and Ron. She cracked an eye at the clock, which read nine fifty-five. She heaved a sigh, got out of bed, and shuffled into the bathroom, ignoring Voldemort. She emerged from the bathroom five minutes later in flare jeans, and a green shirt with her hair in its usual bushy state. With a flick of her wand the bed was made and she plopped into the love seat across from him.
"Miss Granger," As he started she sat up straighter, "I would like to inform you that as of today you are to report to the lab every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday to help Severus. Every other day you are going to be learning from me." She smiled at him again and asked, "What time should I be at your chambers?" He glowered at her and she frowned. "You'll be bed-ridden for at least a day after the potion is taken and you can't mix it with /anything/ for six hours." She explained looking slightly surprised he didn't already know this.
Hermione sighed as Voldemort stood up to leave. "Go through those doors at noon, exactly." He pointed at the painted black doors and left. Hermione's mouth dropped open, he was in the next room? What if he'd heard her ranting about him when she was mad? She walked over to the doors and ran a hand along the handles that would open for her at noon, then sighed as she began to wait.
A/N: Well there you have it! Chapter six. I hope you enjoyed it. Chapter seven should be up soon because I have half of it done. Thanks Layla