AN: Soooo my lovely readers! I'm back! And due to homework reasons I will be staying up tonight so more chapters on the way!

To the reader that said I have been misspelling Voldemort. I went through the harry potter books and I got the spelling right soooo . . . . Awkward much?

To the readers that called me a genius! You guys ROCK!

So I have been neglecting my fan fiction for too long so I will update at least 2 chapters tonight before I do my homework =)

Dedicated!

So I have an idea. I will dedicate a chapter to a reader who sends in a review that totally makes my week =)

I dedicate this chapter to: Ana Shadow Wolf for making my day by understanding how crazy Bella is =)

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On with the show!

Chapter 8

"W-what? That is absurd! Me! Pfft! Merlin no!" Hermione said, shocked that Voldemort would say something like that.

"It's true. You are the descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw" Voldemort said. Hermione snorted.

"I am a Mudblood! Which means no magical family members! Merlin, you're going senile." Hermione laughed.

Voldemort lazily raised his wand and crucioed Her for a second.

"I can assure you Hermione that I am not senile."

Hermione stood and said, "then you must be bat shit crazy."

Voldemort was in front of her in a second.

"Do not dare say that in my presence!" He snarled and slapped her.

Hermione glared at him as she clutched her cheek, her anger sparking her magic.

"What are you going to do snake face? Kill me? Please do because the sight of you is sickening!" she spat at him and turned away.

"CRUCIO!"

Hermione dropped to the floor screaming in pain. She felt like her pores were leaking razor blades and her heart was pumping acid through her veins. Her body became rigid and contorted as her eyesight began to blur.

The last thing Hermione heard before she blacked out was a cold, high pitch laugh.

AN: okay I would like to establish the fact that Hermione and Voldemort have anger issues =) okay on with the show

Voldemort walked over to the unconscious Hermione and examined her again.

She was perfect.

She was unique.

She was his.

He crouched beside her and whispered in her ear "Not only are you a Ravenclaw, Hermione, but you will be mine. My bride. My queen. My weapon. You will obey me in the end."

He kissed her cheek and apparated her back to her chambers.

Hermione was woken up by something apparating into her room. She groaned and rolled over.

"Miss?"

Hermione opened an eye and saw Jibbly standing there holding a bunch of green fabric and a pair of silver stiletto heels in one hand and a food tray in the other.

"Miss, master wants miss to go see him tonight and master wants miss to wear this." Jibbly passed Hermione the tray and held up the bundle of silky green fabric and the shoes.

The dress was a floor length green halter dress made from silk that had a neckline that dipped to the waist. The top half was covered in diamantes with little bits of fabric connecting both sides of the front. The dress had a slit up the side and the dress had no back. The shoes were 7-inch stilettos with straps that crisscrossed over the toes and at the ankles.

The dress was exquisite.

The shoes on the other hand looked like death traps.

Thank Merlin she could walk in heels.

"Master picked it out especially for miss tonight. Tonight miss is attending a party with master. Master told Jibbly to make miss look pretty." The elf ended that sentence with a dignified nod.

Hermione sighed.

"Miss should eat. Miss looks sick." Jibbly said putting her hand against Hermione's forehead.

Hermione looked at the food.

She had a chicken and Caesar salad roll with a side of chips and some pumpkin juice.

Hermione's stomach growled.

"Eat miss, eat." urged Jibbly

Hermione laughed at the elf's urgency and dug into her meal.

Once she finished, Jibbly urged Hermione into the bathroom.

"Miss needs a shower." Jibbly said with a gentle push at Hermione. She stopped and asked, "Jibbly wha-" "no time miss!" Jibbly said with another push towards the bathroom.

For an elf, Jibbly was very pushy.

And with a surrendering sigh, Hermione headed for the shower.

Hermione washed herself and her hair and got out. On the counter was a pair of lace underwear and a silk bathrobe. Hermione adorned both of them and headed out of the bathroom.

"Hermione?"

Hermione jumped.

"George! You scared me!" she said walking over to the vanity table that Jibbly was gesturing to.

"Sorry 'mione." He said with a smile.

Jibbly was fussing around with her hair muttering about something so she turned back to George who was kicked back on the chaise lounge eating a box of bertie botts.

"Why did you do it?" she asked.

"Do what 'mione?" he asked before spitting out a bean and muttering something about frog sweat.

"Become a death eater." She said closing her eyes.

George thought about it for a minute. "Your like a sister to me Hermione," he began " and since the rest of my family is gone I thought I should protect what's left, you know." He ended with a shrug, throwing a bean in his mouth.

"Yeah, I know." She whispered.

"Miss, Jibbly finished." The elf said and gave her a mirror.

Hermione gasped.

She had in her ears the nicest pair of diamond drop earrings she had ever seen. Her make up was natural but still brought out her tan and Her hair was set in ringlets and gathered at the side of her head with diamond pins with her hair cascading down her shoulder. And her hair was black.

"Uh, Jibbly," Hermione said cautiously, "Does the color come out?"

"Yes miss," The elf nodded vigorously, "But miss must put on her dress because miss is late." Jibbly pushed her towards the bathroom.

The dress fit perfectly. It hugged to her breasts and midsection to the waist then it flowed down her body like a river, stopping just below her ankles. It was beautiful.

She looked in the bathroom mirror and gasped. Standing before her was a goddess.

It took Hermione a minute to realize the goddess was herself and with a smile she exited the bathroom.

"Wow, Hermione," George exclaimed, "you look amazing." Hermione smiled. "Come along, 'mione," George said taking her arm and placing it through his, "Jibbly was right. We are late." He smiled and led Hermione from the room.

"So what does he want with me tonight?" Hermione asked, making chitchat as they walked through the dark halls. George shrugged, not meeting her eyes.

She sighed and looked at her dress.

Hermione was admiring the diamante work on the dress when George stopped her.

"Wait," George whispered, "We are not alone." He warned her looking around. George flourished his wand and pushed Hermione into a corner and shielding her.

"Show yourself!" He yelled and raised his wand towards the shadows. George waited a few minutes then he grabbed Hermione's arm dragging her down a well-lit hall.

"George, what's going on?" she asked him warily. "I don't know." Was his reply to her.

Eventually they reached a set of double doors that were open revealing the party inside. There were ladies in beautiful gowns dancing with their well groomed partners. George hugged her whilst discretely whispering in her ear "I'll keep a look out okay. This is your night so enjoy yourself." He hugged her a little tighter before pulling away.

"What do you mean 'my night?'" she asked curiously.

George handed her a box and said with a smile, "Happy Birthday 'Mione."

"About time Weasley, I was about to send someone to come find you." Said a cold voice behind her.

A chill went up her spine. She turned around and come face-to-face with a smirking Voldemort.

"Happy Birthday Hermione." He said taking her arm and placing it through his interlacing their fingers.

"Nothing happy about it." She replied calmly.

He dragged her up to the front of the room.

"Attention!" yelled Voldemort.

Everybody stopped dancing and the room went quiet. Voldemort cleared his throat and began.

"I would like to thank you all for coming to my get together in honor of Hermione Granger, but I do have an announcement," he glanced at Hermione, squeezed her hand and continued, "in exactly four weeks time I plan to make Hermione Granger my wife." Gasps and murmurs were heard around the room and then the crowd erupted with thunderous applause.

It was then that Hermione noticed her hand. On her ring finger, on her left hand, was a large diamond and emerald ring. It consisted of two platinum rings, one had diamonds and emeralds going around in a diamond-emerald-diamond pattern and around the edges were strange patterns that Hermione couldn't describe. The other ring was much the same except the massive diamond that adorned the centre of the ring. Beside the diamond were two medium sized emeralds and then two medium diamonds.

It was beautiful.

"No," she said "no no no no NO!" she tried to take the ring off but it wouldn't budge.

Voldemort grabbed her hand, lifted her chin so she was looking into his eyes and said "Yes, Hermione, yes." And with that he pulled her towards him and pressed his lips to hers.

Something snapped in Hermione and with a scream of rage, she pushed Voldemort off of her and a black smoky beam shot from her palm and collided with his chest, sending him flying into the wall landing on his hands and knees.

Voldemort groaned, drew his wand and looked up at her. "Big mistake Hermione." He laughed "CRUCIO!"

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Okay so I know this chapter may be a bit dodgy but just say the word and I will change it =)

Recommended song for chapter: Indestructible- Disturbed

I chose this song because it fitted in with some of the ideas for this chapter and gives a hint for the next chapter =)

Soooo I hope and pray that you enjoyed this chapter but if you didn't well then I apologize and if you would like to tell me what I have done wrong in this chapter I will be quick to rectify that

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Madie-Jane