Ok, I think a three year hiatus is long enough. Hopefully it won't take me so long between chapters. There is sexual content in this chapter. If this offends anyone, please do not read ahead. As you all know no one from the Harry Potter world is mine. Please read and review.

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The dress felt wonderful as she glided it up her body. A house elf helped her into it and when the last silk covered button was done up she felt energized and the spell coursed through her body. She should feel so ashamed to fell pleasure in wanting to cast such a curse but her thoughts were seized by the overwhelming need to produce the magic that the dress demanded.

Voldemort was standing a few feet from her to take a look at his prize. Dumbledore wasted such a wonderful mind by not allowing her to help the Order. The fool's loss and his gain. The next hour will be very entertaining for him and put a very permanent wedge between Hermione and her best friend Harry Potter.

"Come with me."

They apperated before a door and he gave her a wicked smile. "You have no more than three minutes to say your peace with who is behind that door. After that the games will begin."

Nothing prepared Hermione for whom she saw behind the door.

"Harry!"

"Hermione!"

They ran toward one another and hugged each other. They blurted out a brief history of what happened to each other and then they remembered they were in a room with Voldemort.

"How very touching." Voldemort spoke with a hint of sarcasm.

Harry was still not used to Volemort acting so calm and part of him wanted to see the villain come out that terrified two generations of children.

"What will it be Tom?" That usually did the trick.

"I have my plans and my newest acquisition in that dress. She'll be your undoing Potter." With that Voldemort left leaving something on the bed. Harry walked over and recognized his wand.

"That was unexpected." Harry picked up his wand and attempted to break open the door but nothing happened.

Hermione was now struggling and Harry looked at her with concern. "What did he do to you?"

"It's the dress. Harry you need to stun and bind me now before I can't resist. There's a curse in the dress that will harm you, just do it!"

Harry heard her words but his scar started to burn distracting him. Voldemort was reaching through to speak with him.

'Listen to her. If you defeat her I'll let you go.'

"No, I won't harm her."

Hermione realized that Voldemort was using the connection to speak with Harry. "The dress I am wearing will force me to harm you. The curse if successful will erase all memories of those closest to you. Anyone you loved will be forgotten."

Harry watched as Hermione fought the curse and knew he didn't have much time. He also noticed that she had her wand that was not there a moment ago. Hermione was smart but she wasn't the best dueler and that was to his advantage.

"It's a game Hermione. The dress can't be destroyed. I know about these." He blushed as how he obtained knowledge of these kind of dresses wasn't a clean memory. "They absorb power and they can't be taken off until the curse has been cast. I either have to kill you or allow you to curse me."

"Or you could have sex with me." Hermione wasn't unaware of the unusual habits of the dress. "That's the only other way."

This was an unexpected turn. "Hermione…"

She approached him. "It's alright."

"You're my best friend…I can't."

"It's alright you can do this."

'She's rather good Potter. A beautiful toy.'

Harry was so confused but most of all angry that so much had happened to Hermione. "Yes, I um…Hermione I never…"

"Let me handle things." Her voice trembled as she had to fight to keep the curse at bay. She led him to his bed. Both felt a trepidation about what they were about to do. This wasn't planned nor did it hold an ounce of anything romantic. It was forced and was tainted.

Harry never wanted his first time to be under such circumstances and be done due to a necessity of survival brought on by the very man that sought to kill him since he was a baby. It was another thing in his life that was controlled by a man who tarnished yet another memory of his.

He stopped and looked Hermione directly in the eyes. This wasn't something he liked doing as he was always stared at. "Listen, I am very happy that you will be my first. I know you don't feel for me that way but…thank you."

"Harry, who wouldn't want to know you that way? You are the bravest most honest person I know and you being my friend is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I'm just sad that someone got there before you did."

"Don't talk about that. That's not what matters right now. You are what matters right now and I want to make you forget about what has happed at least for a little while if I can." Harry wasn't sure what to do first so he settled for kissing her.

Soon their hands started wandering over the other and they made their way to the bed. Any embarrassment ebbed away.

This felt wrong but Harry allowed those thoughts to go to the back of his mind. He wanted her and thought of her sometimes wondering what she would look like moaning in pleasure. Among the boy's dormitory chats of fantasies and who they thought was worth a go was a common theme. There were many dormitory dreams the boys had and they mastered the silencing charm faster than the girls for very good reasons. The past couple of years Hermione's name came up often and Harry had to give a black eye to a couple of boys to make sure he never heard them talk about her in such a way. He was a little possessive and part of him wanted to be the only one that thought of her that way. She was he one girl he and Ron could never talk about in that way.

Now here she was but this was no fantasy as he could not turn off the fact that she was not some detached fantasy but one of his best friends.

Hermione for her part always wondered what he would be like in bed. Those were not thoughts she allowed herself to focus on too much as she never saw him as a sexual being. Everyone spoke about Harry and yes the girl's often wondered about him in that regard and from time to time would ask her about what Harry likes and dislikes in regards to sex. It was often rather embarrassing but even she could not escape the curious thoughts that landed in her mind.

The idea that Voldemort got to her and tainted her before she could explore what sex was upset her and made her feel unworthy of this. Harry deserved better than her. She knew that this was a foolish thought but it was there under her skin gnawing at her.

Now the inevitable had come and Hermione lifted up her dress and straddled Harry on the bed. She felt very guilty about this but she truly didn't want to harm Harry. Then the dress pulled her mind away from her selflessness and to the matter at hand. The curse was now in her veins demanding to be released.

She had to hurry.

Harry was now freed from his ever increasing restrictiveness and moaned when Hermione was in place on him. It felt so good, why had he waited when there have been so many chances? His mind was no longer focused on the curse, the fact he was captured or the realization that he was having sex with his best friend.

The coldness filled her veins as the curse demanded that it be released. She held on doing her best to climax to get this over with. Then as she finished she remembered that it was Harry that was supposed to finish first.

"I'm so sorry Harry."

Harry finished just as she spoke and was hit with a cold wave in his chest.

"Um, sorry but…I'm going to sound like such an ass…who are you?"

Hermione would have cried if it wasn't for the euphoria that filled her. She pulled herself off of him and got off the bed. "My name is…" She was unable to answer as she didn't want him to know her as she was now. At the moment she was tainted, used and far from the friend Harry knew. But he deserved to know her name. If there was ever a possibility of his memories returning he would need her name. "Hermione Granger."

Harry stood up and quickly bent down to pull up his pants as they dropped to the floor as soon as he stood. He blushed further and apologized. "Hermione, I'm Harry Potter but you must know that already."

"Yes, you're quite famous."

"I am so sorry that I never learned your name before we…we um. How did we end up having sex in the first place? We did um…?"

Hermione knew a lie would have to be made up. "Yes, we did and…it's complicated."

Voldemort entered the room at that moment. Harry filled in the blanks as his memory would allow and he looked at Hermione with suspicion. "You work for him do you?" Harry went to pull his wand on her but saw that it was no longer on him. Voldemort held it in his hands and smiled.

"This was even better than I had planned."

Harry felt very confused. He knew he wouldn't be harmed at the moment but what had just happened seemed so out of character for Voldemort to set up. "What did you do to me? I don't remember her coming in the room."

"Tell me Harry Potter, who is your best friend?" Voldemort asked and awaited an answer.

Harry answered back with full confidence. "I don't have any friends. And even if I did you would have killed them by now." Any calm Harry felt before vanished and what was left in its wake was unadulterated bitterness.

Hermione was still feeling the effects of the dress but it couldn't drown out the guilt she felt. How could she make such a stupid mistake?

"You have friends Harry, you just don't remember them."

Harry would hear nothing of it. "You serve him, I can't believe a word you say." He sounded so sad. He wanted her to be good and treated her as such.

"Come Hermione, we have work to do." He wrapped his arm around Hermione possessively and they both apperated from the room.

Hermione pulled herself away from Voldemort as soon as they entered his room. She wanted to shout at him but it was all her fault. Everything that had happened was her fault and Voldemort was not to blame for this.

She was angry. Fury filled her and she needed to vent. Her dress filled her with power and she didn't have her want to smash anything. Her hands picked up the first thing she could throw and she aimed it at the window that smashed with spectacular ferocity.

"My wand!" Hermione screamed at no one in particular and wanted to tear this place apart from the anger that filled her.

Voldemort handed it to her to see what she would accomplish in her state, pleased that she didn't turn into a simpering child. There was a spark and he wanted to ignite the fire that was ready to be used in her. "Who do you want to hurt? Tell me."

"YOU!" She fired a slashing curse at him and of course missed but causing a great deal of damage to the wall and ceiling.

He fired a curse her way but she dived down to avoid it then blocked another one of his. Then Hermione set fire to anything material and enveloped it into her dress creating a firewall of sorts to block any curse or spell sent her way.

The room was consumed in flames and the windows started to break from the heat. Hermione was oblivious to it all as she allowed the power in her veins to consume her. She smashed through a wall and into the garden below.

Voldemort followed and watched as she torched everything around her, consuming into flame all the plants that could take lives. Even the grass was not spared that fate. By the time she turned her attention to Voldemort she was exhausted and she fell to the ground. Her face and dress was a mix of ash and black soot with her wild hair a mix of the same.

"I hurt Harry so much. No curse could do as much harm as I did."

"You destroyed my garden."

"Then destroy me."

Voldemort was now past playing games. He had her mind where he needed it and she had to be broken of her childish ways. It took time for her to get to this point and he would ensure she would never return. "It was your fault because you have no focus. You thought like a child and acted like one. You gained nothing!" He paused for a moment. "Crucio."

Hermione screamed on the ground, soot and ash flying up around her.

He stopped. "This is what happens when you gain power and have no focus. Harry's mind will never be the same as there is no reversal for this curse. He will forever wonder why those around him thought so little of him, yet he is considered the savior."

Despite the effects of the cruciatus curse she stood up and faced the man that had changed her life. Every word he said was true. She was unfocused and stupid and thought like a child. All the knowledge she had was useless without a trained mind, focused. Here she was soot covered with death around her and had damaged her best friend.

"You're right my Lord. I won't allow my emotions to guide me like this again. I'll take whatever punishment you want of me." Hermione felt broken inside and no longer wanted to fell such pain again. He addressed him by title as she realized that he can complete control over her life and was not to blame for her foolishness. She was the one that broke Harry Potter. There was no turning back from that.

Voldemort was very pleased despite his serious demeanor. He stepped toward her and cleaned off the soot and ash from her. "Then join me, serve me and stop fighting me. You have a brilliant mind that requires focus. Tell me Hermione, what do you think is the worst aspect of wizarding society?"

"The tradition of pureblood lines. It would make more sense to have the more powerful wizards and witches marry rather than following blood lines."

He smiled next to her ear. "Very smart, now tell me how can you break such a strong tradition as blood lines?"

"You can't, it's too ingrained."

"How would you like to be the one to change that? To ensure that the powerful become leaders, teachers and schollars? The powerful become the powerful?"

Hermione felt her mind collapse but her intellect was now taking over. Bloodlines would be about skills rather than birth only. "I know nothing of that."

"Let me teach you." He was whispering in her ear and he knew his close proximity was affecting her.

Then Hermione snapped out of it and realized that he was distracting her and she became angry with herself again. "You showed me that being a child had consequences. I've learned from that. So seducing me won't have the effect you want although I won't complain about your efforts."

Voldemort stepped back pleased with her words. "There are many ways to seduce, Hermione. The body is but one area to explore and expose." He pulled a book from his robes and held it out before her.

It was cruel and Hermione felt the urge to reach out for it and devour it.

"For each lesson I teach you, you will be allowed a few books of my choosing to absorb."

Hermione knew she would lose this game as he knew what pieces to place in front of her. She nodded her acceptance and decided that learning from him would be better than wasting away with hopes of escape. "When will we start?"

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