DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER (dammit!) OR ANYTHING RELATED TO IT. I ONLY OWN THIS PLOT. I AM NOT MAKING MONEY OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

A/N: Well here is chapter 8 guys! I hope you like it.

Hermione glared at her door. After sensing he was being followed the no longer Polyjuiced Lucius had spun around and cast Crucio on her. The pain was to intense for her to Withdraw from her body so she took the pain in almost silence, screaming only at the start of the second minute. Afterwards Lucius had levitated her back to her room and warded it thoroughly. So after recovering she'd been glaring at her door.

Her stomach growled announcing dinnertime and she sighed. The fire in her fireplace suddenly glowed bright green and Wormtail emerged from it. He held a green satin dress that reminded Hermione of a fairy-tale princess dress in his hands. On top of the dress sat two dark green high heels and a green satin choker. "My Lord says you are to come to the dinner party tonight." He said nervously, glancing at her wand. "Lucius will remove the wards on your door. Snape and Lucius will escort you." 'You mean guard me.' She thought as the nervous balding man left her room.

Hermione hung the dress up in the wardrobe, where it outshone even her favorite muggle dress and went to bathe. As she washed, Hermione wondered why now of all times would she need a guard. She hadn't tried to escape yet; she wasn't that far along in her plans. When Lucius and Snape came to get her she came out of the room in her red cloak with the hood up. If the two men thought anything about it they said nothing.

It was a short walk to the small dining hall and she was stopped just outside the door. The room was dimly lit but she could make out twenty or so people but couldn't tell if Voldemort was in his place. Apparently neither could anyone else, but Snape stepped forward and spoke, "The captive Miss Hermione Granger as requested by The Dark Lord." Lucius practically shoved her into the room and a candle flickered to life on either side of her.

Hermione drew back her hood to reveal her face. She had natural, light make-up on and her hair was up in a clip with ringlets hanging over it with a loose curl framing her face. She removed the rest of the cloak and stood in the strapless dress with the choker low down on her neck. She'd added two earrings in the shape of lions just to contrast the Slytheriness of the outfit. Hermione blushed at the growl that came from either Snape or Lucius and then she noticed the other Death Eaters were also staring at her. Bellatrix LeStrange looked as if she might hex Hermione at any minute as she was led to her seat on the right of Snape and left of Avery. Avery nodded slightly and a ghost of a smile crossed her lips.

The rest of the candles flickered to life to show a young man in his mid-twenties sitting in The Dark Lord's chair. He shook his jet-black hair out of his crimson eyes and blinked at them. He wore fine green and sliver dress robe and he was smirking. Half of the Death Eater's, and Hermione, stared at him in shock and outrage that he was sitting where he was. The other half, including Snape, Malfoy and LeStrange, all rose out of their chairs bowing before him murmuring, "My Lord." The rest followed suit though still in shock. "Bloody Hell!" Whispered Hermione as she stared at the new Voldemort. No wonder Ginny had thought he was gorgeous!

He looked her over then liked his lips making her flush. "Let us begin." The tiny hint of a hiss in his voice made him sound so much better. She tried to focus on eating or what the others were talking about but her eyes continued to wonder back over to Voldemort who was in deep discussion with Malfoy and Snape. He caught her looking at him once and gave her a smirk that sent chills down her spine. Somehow the rest of the meal passed quickly letting Hermione's mind wander away.

She was startled to hear Voldemort's voice in her ear, "Dinner is over, Miss Granger." Hermione looked up at his handsome face, she couldn't stop her hand from reaching up to brush the hair from his eyes. He inhaled sharply and she jerked her hand back, eyes wide. "Do you fear me?" Was the soft-spoken question. Hermione nodded her head, "No" "What do you fear?" She stood up only to have her eyes level with his mouth. "Being alone, as Professor Snape has already told you." Tom Riddle stared as his captive turned her back on him, leaving the room. He sank back into his chair, eyes unblinking even as Nagini slithered around his chair and up his body. "Do you smell fear on the little one, my pet?" He hissed in Parsletongue. "Not anymore, masssster." The giant snake hissed in return.
A sudden pop outside her door caused Hermione to look up from the mirror in front of which she was standing and admiring the dress. The Death Eaters and Voldemort had left for the Ministry of Magic some time ago leaving her own her own. The door swung open, Draco entered the room, and Hermione fell backwards in one swift motion. "Granger! We don't have much time let's go." He barked hauling her to her feet. "Draco what are you doing here?" He ignored her as he handed her, her wand and proceeded to pull her down the hallways, up stairs to an upper floor with real windows.

It was dark outside. 'Of course, Adventures always happen at night.' "Malfoy! Stop! I can't leave."

"Hermione it's okay. I can get you back to Potter and the Order." Hermione stopped short jerking her hands away from the young man. "I can't go with you. I'm sorry Draco I just can't."

He glared at her. "So its true." He spat. "What is?"

"Snape told us you're falling for him. I see now he was right!"

"I'm not in love with Voldemort, Draco! You sound like Ronald accusing me of things like that."

"Then why won't you come?" Three things happened very quickly then. Hermione closed her eyes; Draco grabbed her arm and tried to Apparate with her. Hermione opened her eyes only to look into the lifeless eyes of Draco Malfoy. Tears rolled down her face. "That's why." As she spoke she too tried to Apparate setting off the alarm made just for her, then she ran back to her room. She grabbed the two-way parchment and started to write, 'Harry James Potter!! You are a cruel arse, you sent Draco here on purpose! He's dead! Draco's dead! It was a trap you let him die!"

Hermione placed her wand on the paper and channeled a few hexes through it until is suddenly burned. She collapsed onto the floor, the 'Princess' dress spread around her, sobbing. She lay there for almost an hour before she heard the door open and close, but she couldn't see through her tears. "Miss Granger, kindly explain why Potter and Weasley are in St. Mungo's for treatment from two rather severe hexes that came through a piece of parchment." Snape's teaching voice asked from above her. "Mad-Eye saw fit to burn it before anyone could actually read it."

Hermione slowly sat up asking, "Harry didn't see it? I told him it was his fault. It was a trap and he sent Draco right into it." Snape's face convulsed, "Where is he?" Hermione looked up at him. "He—he tried to Apparate with me…and the curse….it killed him. Draco's dead." She felt Snape stiffen beside her and he left without another word. The tears came again to her eyes and she walked to the painted doors and began to bang on them. "Voldemort! Open this door right now!" Hermione's screams turned to sobs.

"Tom open the door you fucking bastard!" Voldemort had looked up from his book as the screaming started and moved toward the door. He opened it as she screamed his name, his real name, and she fell into him. Hermione continued to sob even as she tried to hurt him, slamming her fists into his chest. Voldemort looked down at the sobbing creature in his arms. His first instinct was to recoil in disgust of such weak emotions; instead he tightened his arms.

He swayed slowly to calm her and her crying slowed then stopped altogether. She didn't look up at him until he placed a finger under her chin. "Such a beautiful face." He then bent down and captured her lips with his own, ravaging her mouth. Voldemort smirked when she kissed him back with just as much passion. He let her play with his hair as he started to kiss along her jaw. "Such an innocent heart." He murmured. "Such a damned soul." She replied. "Are you going to try and save me?" Hermione smirked, "Never."

A/N: Well there you go. In the next chapter I want to show the younger Voldemort's "Bad side" and how Hermione deals with it :) I would love Reviews!
Always Yours,
Layla