A/N: Well this is chapter 12. It is just an interlude to focus more on Voldemor and Hermione. I know it is SHORT so please for my sanity don't leave a review telling me that. And I'm sorry if you think I need longer chpaters but this is what you're gonna get. So please review and make me happy : Presenting the Interlude...

Interlude

Voldemort's POV

It wasn't love. It couldn't be love because Lord Voldemort could not love. Tom Riddle knew love, was apart of it… once and only once. She didn't like what he was becoming so she'd left him standing alone on their marriage day. Oh, he'd found her, but it wasn't as fun as killing usually was for him. She did not cry or plead for her life. Her last words were to him and as he kissed Hermione Granger the words of his one and only love rang in his ears,

"This is why I left you. I fell in love with a man named Tom Riddle but I refuse to be stuck with a monster named Lord Voldemort."

Oddly it was then that Voldemort realized that although he didn't and couldn't love this witch he cared for her and he cared deeply. And he couldn't have this weakness; anyone could use it against him just like he had planned to use her against Harry Potter. But his inner Tom was strongly suppressed by Lord Voldemort, the one who couldn't tolerate weakness. He gripped her hair to yank her head back to look into her eyes.

"Did you miss Lord Voldemort, Hermione? I'm afraid you've only been privy to how I was as Tom. I am not that weak anymore and a mere Mudblood couldn't change me back." He growled suddenly furious. He grabbed her chin with his free hand and roared, "Legilimens!" and felt the familiar pull of delving into a mind.

Hermione's POV

Hermione could feel him changing during the kiss. She could tell he was getting angry at something and when he spoke his words puzzled her.

"Did you miss Lord Voldemort, Hermione? I'm afraid you've only been privy to how I was as Tom. I am not that weak anymore and a mere Mudblood couldn't change me back." He said and in the second before he entered her mind she could see the pure fear in his eyes.

Instead of seeing thoughts and memories Hermione found herself in a familiar field. A forest on three sides surrounded the huge expanse of land and a mile in front of her was a lake. Half of the field was covered in darkness and rain with the moon shining brightly overhead. Her half of the field was like a mild summer's day with clouds dotting the sky and the sun parallel to the moon.

Hermione didn't have to look around as Voldemort did as he appeared next to her. Forgetting his anger he continued to look around as he spoke to her, "Where are we?" "This is how I pictured my mind. It is where I come to when I Withdraw. All my memories are in the forest to your left. Ideas and plans are behind us and to the right are fantasies and dreams." Hermione turned to face him then.

"What did you mean by Lord Voldemort being back? I wasn't aware you'd left the building." She said arms folded across her chest.

Voldemort's POV

When he finally turned to face her he almost laughed at her posture. He noticed she was still waiting for an answer. As He opened his mouth to flat out lie, Voldemort was shocked to hear the truth pour from his mouth. "I can't act caring or friendly towards you. I shouldn't even have let you live after I regained human form. The fact that I sis could be used against me."

When Hermione smiled at him he frowned and growled, "Why are you smiling girl?" As he moved towards her she shook her head and motioned for him to be still. Suddenly he was pushed with such force he stumbled backwards to find himself back in his body.

Voldemort watched Hermione's eyes come back from their vacancy and he spoke, "You will have to act as if this never happened. Severus will continue to seduce you and you must act normal." "That's fine with me." She sank back into the chair and continued reading as if nothing happened. He smirked and whirled around to leave the library. "Good luck tomorrow." He called sarcastically over his shoulder only to have a book hit him in the head with stunning accuracy.

When he turned around Hermione hadn't seemed to move but the telltale smirk was plastered across her face as her eyes flew across the page of the book. It wasn't until he was in his chambers that he realized he'd never meant to tell her the truth.

Hermione's POV

Hermione closed the book she'd been reading and looked around the Library. 'It must be really late.' She thought as she yawned and stretched her legs. She stood up and on the walk back to her room she pondered the fact that Voldemort would think that someone would even think about using her against him.

She arrived in her room and walked straight to the painted black doors and touched the handles. They were locked as usual and she sighed. Hermione sat down at her desk and pulled a piece of parchment towards herself and began working on her plans for the Final Battle. She went over every move for the Dark and Light sides but couldn't be positive it would work.

Suddenly a thought occurred to her as if for the first time. Voldemort would either have to kill Harry or be killed by Harry. The thought made he blood run cold and she stopped breathing for a minute. "What am I going to do?" She moaned resting her head on her desk. 'There isn't you can do.' Her logical inner voice said simply.

And for once in her life Hermione ignored it completely, "There has to be something to consider." She sat up in determination and began scratching on the parchment furiously once more her eyes gleaming. "Something, anything, something has to work." She murmured.

End Interlude