A/N:

For a long time, I've wanted to write a Severus - Hermione - Voldemort-triangle. The problem was, I didn't think any of those two wizards would live by the adage 'sharing is caring.' This is my solution to the challenge.

Warning: Voldemort is very much Voldemort, but there are moments with Tom in the story.

And, this story is also very much dubcon.

What sparked the story idea was a Mini Story Challenge on the Facebook page The Dark Lord's Poison. The prologue is basically the same as my contribution to the Mini Story. Thank you, page administrator Cherie Mast!

Prologue: Lost in Time

Black eyes met hers, and Hermione bit her lip, trying to distract herself from rubbing the gooseflesh on her arms. The tall man towered over her, a polite, but haughty and disinterested expression on his face, like she was merely a silly, young girl, having taken a wrong turn in the streets and landed herself in the wrong area.

"How may I help you, Miss?" he said, his voice a soft, silky smooth baritone that made shivers race down her spine. She knew, he was exactly fourteen days short of being thirty years old, but he looked somewhat younger.

The shop around them was dim in the murky light of the December evening, but in the back, a pair of brass binoculars and a mirror caught the light from the street lights, glinting threateningly at her.

Fortifying herself, she said, equally cold: "I require a repairment of my Time-Turner. It's broken. I've heard you can do … un-authorized repairs."

"Oh." His mouth quirked, like he was secretly amused. "Are you perhaps lost in time, Miss?" he said with a practised jest.

She took a big breath. This was it. Her mission was important, even more important than the risk of exposure. And at this point, she was desperate for a solution.

"Yes."

At that, his eyebrows shot up, and his face came alive, eyes glittering with a keen interest, lips parting slightly as he took a sharp breath. Cringing at her thoughts, she couldn't help noticing: He's beautiful, for a monster.