A/N: I find Blaise underused in fanfiction. If he isn't the romantic lead, he's kind of like Lee Jordan. Not really more than a sidekick or mention. I find him to be interesting, and I think if he didn't have a stick shoved up his ass he would get along well with Hermione. Anyone who is reading Surprise Guest, my Hermione/George W. fic as well should know that I've been working on Chapter 4 today. I just want to upload this story too.

And yes I named Voldemort's owl Wonka, after Willy Wonka. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory is still one of my favorite movies. Possibly my most favorite.

After breakfast she went to the classroom where they were going to talk to all the prefects. Quidditch season was coming up fast, and that meant fights in the corridors. Blaise met her in the hall and they entered together. All the prefects were gathered. "The first Quidditch game of the season is next Friday. Now we all know, this means that the houses will be super competitive, and inevitably fights will break out," Hermione said.

"Hermione and I have discussed it with the heads of houses, and they've agreed to our plan. We will have a zero tolerance policy. If two houses are in the corridors fighting, they both get detentions. I don't care if they're your friends or you think one group started it. They all get detentions and lose house points. Twenty points each. We don't care if someone thinks it's unfair. Everyone that fights gets detention. If they're on their house teams, they get punished more severely," Blaise folded his arms.

"Detentions and suspensions from the team for team members. Express that clearly to your houses. I don't want to hear anyone saying, 'Well we didn't know'. That will not be an acceptable excuse. If teams are missing players, we don't care. House loyalties do not matter when it comes to the rules. That applies to everyone, be you Gryffindor or Slytherin." She looked at the Slytherin and Gryffindor prefects. They looked annoyed. "If you dislike this new policy, or find it unfair, take it up with Professor Dumbledore. He was the final approval after we got Professors McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, and Sprout to approve."

Blaise didn't smirk, but he wanted to. The looks on the Gryffindor faces were priceless. Hermione had been right. They weren't happy about that. He looked at Hermione briefly before speaking, "One last thing. The point of these four houses is that together they bring unity to the school. Hermione and I are a united front. All of you should be as well, regardless of your personal feelings about one another."

They sent them off and Blaise sighed, "Do you think they understand?"

"I want them to, but I doubt it," she answered. "Are you going into Hogsmeade today?"

"Yeah I think I might. Are you?"

"I want to stay here and study. But maybe you could bring me back some sweets from Honeydukes?"

"Yeah I can do that," he nodded. "Anything in particular?"

"Any good assortment would be fine. I'll get some coins in our rooms."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll walk you back."

Hermione studied the book that afternoon, taking notes and finding a few clues. She wrote three locations onto a piece of paper and summoned Wonka, sending him on his way. The book was indeed useful; Voldemort had been right. She decided to take a break and put it away in its hiding spot before heading out into the castle. Patrol wasn't something she hated. It didn't take all that long to take a stroll through Hogwarts, surprisingly. Content that the students were behaving themselves she went to the library. It would always be her favorite room in Hogwarts.

When Blaise returned near dinnertime she was in their rooms. He handed her a large bag of sweets, "You got your money's worth."

"Thanks," she smiled. "I found a few things in the book. I took notes so you could read on from there, and I sent him 3 new locations in Egypt. Maybe he'll find more clues. Hopefully he'll find what he's looking for."

"Make it easy on us," he smirked. "I wouldn't mind that."

"I wouldn't either," she nodded.

It was two weeks before Voldemort returned to England. When he did he wanted to go see Hermione but he knew he couldn't. He had work to do. He found Greyback and gave the order. Unharmed, but an abduction nevertheless. Voldemort sighed. He'd rather have Hermione than deal with his Death Eaters. He took several books from the library and gave out some orders. With his reptilian glamour on he was ready for the Weasley girl to arrive.

Ginny Weasley was shaking as she was brought to Voldemort. He looked as snakelike and evil as ever. He had a sick smile, "I enjoy it so when I get ahold of those that matter most to Potter. The Granger girl wasn't important enough to him. But you…" He touched her cheek, "He loves you. And I am so going to enjoy using that against him."

Hermione was finishing her rounds for the night when Harry ran to her, "Hermione! Ginny was kidnapped!"

"Wh-how?"

"I don't know. Please. We need help."

"How can I help though Harry? I can't speak about it because of the spell he cast on me and the oath."

"Do you remember where he held you?"

"No," she shook her head. "Harry, I don't know how I can help you. I can't say a word."

"If anything happens to her…I don't know what I'd do, Hermione. She means so much to me."

"If I could help you, I would. But Harry, are you going to treat her like you all treat me? Or is she treated differently?"

Harry looked down, "He can get to you, Hermione."

"He got to Ginny too," she said, walking away.

Voldemort was in her bedroom when she returned, "You took her," she said.

"Actually, Greyback did. I've tortured her a bit, and questioned her about Potter. Right now she's under lock and key, hidden by me. No one can find her. Do you want to get back in their good graces?"

"You want me to rescue her?"

"If you want to. You can't tell them anything, but you can use your knowledge to your own advantage."

"Is it bad that I don't want to?"

"No," he kissed her, "it makes you very sexy to me though."

Hermione rolled her eyes. He was so…so very much Voldemort. Violence, pain, rage…they were turn-ons for him. She'd amused that fact on more than one occasion. She didn't know that being cold or selfish was a turn-on for him, though. She rather liked that knowledge. Knowing him was important. Hermione obediently pulled him to her, kissing him. "I love you."

"I know," he smiled, running his hands over her body, "I like you in your school uniform."

Hermione let him pull her underwear down, "What about the uniform?"

"Keep it on," his eyes lit with lust and she smiled. So that was his fantasy. Voldemort always surprised her.

She ran her hands over his chest, "Voldemort…what would it take to complete the fantasy for you?"

"Classroom," he responded. "With a very naughty student," he added, running his hands over her thighs.

"Well I can't change my bedroom but I bet you could arrange something yourself."

He smiled, "Yes. Can you get away for a couple hours?"

"Blaise will cover for me if you tell him to," she responded.

Once Zabini was informed they left, Voldemort taking her to a private hotel. He transformed the room into a classroom. The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, she realized. Well he was an expert at the Dark Arts and he'd wanted the job in the first place. He sat down in the front of the classroom at the teacher's desk, leaning back in the chair. She sat in one of the student desks. "Approach, Miss Granger."

Hermione obediently walked up to the desk. Voldemort leaned forward, "Do you understand why you're in detention with me?"

"Yes sir. But, sir, if I may…I really don't want this on my permanent record."

"How do you expect to get out of this?"

Hermione moved around the desk and sat on the edge of it, giving him a view of her thighs, "I can think of one way. It's not every day, after all, that I get to be alone with the sexiest professor in all of Hogwarts. That is, if you find me desirable," she gave him a small demure smile and he stood, moving against her. Hermione's hand unfastened his robe, "Do you find me desirable, Professor?"
He placed her hand on his organ, "What do you think?" She grinned and he slid out of his robes, "Every day I see you sitting in class looking so delectably fuckable. I want you." His hands slid up her thighs and he smiled, "No underwear? How very naughty of you Miss Granger."

The charade went on for a bit before he finally couldn't take it anymore. When they finally kissed she moaned into his mouth and he forced her skirt up, burying himself inside of her. Hermione groaned and they fucked roughly to three orgasms before she pulled away, "Let's get back to Hogwarts. I don't want to be gone too long."

"Certainly," he cast the spell to return the room to its original state and picked up their clothes, wrapping his arm around her. They left.

Back at Hogwarts again Hermione pulled him into bed with her as she removed what clothing remained on them both. Voldemort wrapped his arms around her and they fell asleep. Hermione snuggled against him as she slept. He felt so safe.

The next morning Hermione woke to Voldemort's hands moving over her body in his sleep. She stretched and leaned up to kiss him, "Wake up my love. You're horny."

"I have you in bed. Of course I'm horny."

They made out until Hermione saw the clock. They'd slept in. "I have to go shower, Voldemort. Let me up."

"I guess I should check on my prisoner."

"How long are you keeping her?"

"Not too long," he responded, looking her over. "You sure you don't have time for…"

"Do you want me to sit in detention with Flitwick?"

"No," he shook his head, "that's my fantasy."

Hermione kissed him, "I'll see you tonight?"

"I'll try to make it here. No promises." Hermione kissed him once more and left, walking into the bathroom. Voldemort removed his presence from her room and put on his glamour again. Now looking more like Voldemort, he smirked and Disapparated. He had a prisoner to get to.

Voldemort looked at the Weasley girl. She was cowering in fear. He had promised Hermione no rape and he intended to keep that promise. "Thanks to your knowledge of Potter he'll be easily found now when he's free of Hogwarts. And then I will destroy him." Ginny cowered further into the corner as Voldemort laughed maniacally. Hermione would be glad he kept his word. He got the feeling she didn't trust him when it came to these sorts of things.

Hermione finished classes and was summoned to Dumbledore's office. "Miss Granger, I daresay you're aware of what has happened to Ginny?"

"Yes, Harry cornered me and demanded I help him."

"He is noticeably upset. I worry for his well-being. Voldemort has struck where Harry is most vulnerable."

"I don't see how I can help. I haven't seen him since he returned me to Hogwarts. He just sends me things occasionally, to remind me that he can get to me."

"Is there anything you can tell us?"

"No," she shook her head, "he kept me in his rooms, away from his Death Eaters. Professor, I was only in one room. I didn't know where I was at all. I just know he stayed in that room around me frequently, getting into my head and taunting me that I could never use what he told me against him."

Dumbledore nodded. Hermione looked sad as she spoke about it. Poor girl. "He never forced himself on you, did he?"

"No. He told me he didn't rape." Well who knew he'd let her say that? Oh well. Hermione sighed, "Professor, I must go. I want to eat dinner before beginning my rounds."

"Certainly," he nodded, "I am sorry for what you went through."

"It did teach me that my friends and the Order don't look out for me like I'd expect them to," she said. Dumbledore nodded. He understood that. He'd said they needed to be more aggressive in looking for her, and in checking on her. He had been ignored, though. Their focus had been on Harry and Dumbledore had felt guilty ever since that he had not protected Hermione better. "If this is all, Professor, I'd like to go."

"Certainly," he nodded. "I am sorry we didn't care for you, Hermione."

"So am I," she said, walking out of the office. She made her rounds before walking back to her room. Back in her rooms she sighed. She wasn't sorry about that at all. She wanted Voldemort. And Voldemort wanted her. Badly. Ever since they'd first had sex, their relationship had become incredibly sexual. The long talks, the affectionate kisses, those happened much less now. But then, they didn't live together anymore. He saw her briefly, and their time was spent nude and united because the both of them missed that connection. Maybe tonight she'd get to ask him to just hold her, to snuggle with her. She put her books away. She'd studied enough for now. Hermione undressed, putting on her nightgown and her dressing gown. She exited to find Blaise returning. She tightened her dressing gown before asking, "Did you get a chance to finish your part of the book?"

"Yeah I have notes for you to look at," he entered his room and soon returned with the book and notebook they'd been writing in, "Not up for dinner in the hall?"

"I figured I'd take advantage of our ability to order in. The headmaster was questioning me about my abduction again and…I just couldn't deal with seeing anyone right now. I did my rounds and came back."

"If you need him here I'm sure he wouldn't object."

"He gets busy though and…well I don't want to distract him. He has alot of work to do." She took the book and sat down on the sofa, "You should go get some dinner Blaise."

"I will. It's not your fault, Hermione."

"What?"

"It's not your fault that the girl got taken. He's doing it to protect you."

"I know. And I'm glad. Once she's back she'll be the focus and they'll ease off of me. But…well for now the heat is on me. It's exhausting being asked questions that, even if I could answer them, I don't know the answers to."

Blaise left for dinner soon and Hermione ordered food to be brought up. Blaise was right. She did need her lover right now. Blaise and Voldemort were the only two people she knew that understood her. She waited for the food, enough for two people, to arrive before sliding her hand up her nightgown to reach the tattoo, caressing it and thinking of him.

Voldemort arrived within a minute, "What?"

"I…I need you here tonight. Just to hold me, please. Today…it wasn't a good day." She got up and walked to him, caressing his chest, "I ordered dinner for the two of us."

He looked at the food. It did look good. But it was the look in Hermione's eyes that caught him. She looked exhausted and sad. He never wanted her to be sad. Voldemort nodded, leaning in to kiss her sweetly, "I can take the night off," he sat down at the table across from her, piling food onto his plate. Hermione sighed in relief and sat down to eat. She was glad he was staying. Even if it was just for the food.

After dinner Hermione pulled him to the couch, snuggling against him, "I love you," she whispered.

"I know," he kissed the top of her head and held her. "Do you need me to do anything particular?"

"Can you hold me? I just…I need to be held. I want to feel like I have someone who cares about me."

"You do have someone who cares about you," he whispered, caressing her back gently. "I care about you," he rested his head against hers, "Don't you know that?"

"Lately all we do is fuck when we see one another."

"Well I can't be near you all the time, Hermione. You have school and I'm searching for immortality."

"Will you be here for awhile?"

"I'm not going to travel again until December. I think it's more fun when you go with me," he caressed her cheek and they kissed sweetly, "Do you like that idea?"

"Yes," she nodded, nuzzling his neck. He smelled good. "Thanks for this."

"I do want you to be content and happy," he said, rubbing her back. Hermione smiled, "Are you happy?"

"With you I am," she said. "Maybe we could have a bath together? I enjoyed that last time."

"Certainly," he nodded, letting her get up. She picked up the book, "Have you two been studying it?"

"Yes," she nodded, "We've been taking turns and going over one another's notes. We don't want to send you somewhere unnecessarily."

Voldemort smirked. Good. They were doing well together then. Now in the bathroom he stripped down and climbed into her tub. Hermione entered and removed her dressing gown and nightgown, climbing in with him. He massaged her back and shoulders, "Hopefully soon we'll find it. Then my search will be over."

"Wh-what happens then?"

"What do you mean?"

"When you're immortal, what will happen?"

"I'll live forever."

"But what about…what about me?"

"When the time comes your work will be rewarded," he answered, intentionally being as cryptic as he could.

"Will you let me go?"

"If that's what you want your reward to be, that would be feasible." Hermione's heart dropped. Why would she want to be free of him? She loved him! She closed her eyes and lowered her head. Voldemort was surprised when she was quiet for several minutes. She had indicated she wanted to talk to him and here she was, silent. "Hermione, what's wrong?"

"I-I love you and you don't…you don't even return a small portion of those emotions. You just want me for your own purposes and then when you're done to hell with me."

"I never said that," he frowned, "I like having you around. If I didn't I wouldn't be here right now."

"But you don't want me like I want you!" She pulled away from him, moving off of his lap.

"Hermione, I've lived over 70 years with no emotions. Suddenly, recently, I began to feel for the very first time. You seem to expect more from me than I can give so far. Hermione I do want you. You should be able to feel that," he caressed her cheek, "you should be able to see it."

She wanted to believe him. But he used everyone for his own ends. She closed her eyes and lowered her head. Voldemort sighed. Constantly proving his desire for her was frustrating. "How many times do I have to tell you that I want you, Hermione? How many times will be enough for you to understand that I am not using you? Tell me and I'll say it that many times."

"Voldemort…" Just as she was about to lean in to kiss him his head lifted, "What?"
"I have to go. Emergency." He climbed out of the tub and found his clothes, "The Order is attacking one of my secret bases. Must be looking for the girl." He looked at her before casting the glamour and Disapparating. Hermione sighed and looked at the water. She hated it when things were left open-ended like that. She felt insecure about him now.

A/N- Oh Voldemort. He and Hermione don't seem to communicate very well do they?