Nothing Breaks Like the Heart (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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A/n: This contains some sexual parts. You have been warned. 

Voldemort returned to the manor as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to hide the proof of his sadness. As he wandered down the hallway, he ran into Lucius and Snape. They almost ran into each other if it hadn't been for Snape noticing him and stopping Lucius in his track. 

"My Lord, is everything okay?" Lucius asked, noticing the sorrow drenching Voldemort's face. Voldemort shook his head. 

"I'm fine. I had went to visit Jean's grave and found Hermione standing there. She is going with the peace treaty and is off to inform her friends of what she wants." Voldemort stated to them. Snape tiled this head. 

"But then why do you look like you heard bad news?" Snape asked. Voldemort sighed. 

"Because Hermione knows that the man who help raise her wasn't her father... but she didn't want to find her real father... in fact, she wants nothing to do with me." Voldemort told them. Lucius's mouth drop. 

"You told her?" 

"Nope. She doesn't know I'm her father. She just knows someone else is her father and that she claims she is fine without him." Voldemort stated, "Maybe it's for the best she never discovers that I am her father." 

"Maybe," Lucius agreed with him. Voldemort then proceeded pass them as he headed off somewhere, leaving Lucius and Snape feeling sorry for him. 

This place is like a maze, Hermione thought while wandering around the house. She had apparated to her room but Harry and Ron weren't there. So she decided to go searching for them, which she didn't have a clue that it was going to be so damn hard. She travelled through the numerous hallways that seemed endless as she opened doors, quickly peering in before shutting them. She was passing a door where she heard something moving around. 

"Harry? Ron? Are you okay?" Hermione called out as she opened the door. It was another simple bedroom almost like Hermione's. Except it was more empty like it was some sort of jail cell instead of a room. Her eyes scanned around for any sign of Ron or Harry, but found none. However, they did land on a pair of clothes that had been tossed onto the bed without a care... and those clothes appeared like the same style as Fenrir's. Feeling her heart beating faster, she turned to leave only to find herself face to face with Fenrir. 

"What are you doing in my room, girly?" Fenrir asked her, his eyes glued sternly on her own. She wanted to speak. Wanted to explain how she was looking for her friends, but she couldn't. Why? Because he was naked. Fully completely naked. And she was trying to keep her focus on his upper body. Sadly she could herself being a bit curious and wanting to peer downward. She finally couldn't help herself as she took a small peek down below. Her entire face turned crimson before her eyes darted back up. Fenrir chuckled. 

"See something you like?" Fenrir joked. Hermione shook her head. 

"Shut it! I was looking for my friends. Why are you naked?" She asked, avoiding looking at him at all cost. 

"Because I was just about to take a shower," Fenrir explained before he suddenly grabbed her waist and pressed her closer to his front, causing her to press her hands onto his chest, "But I've got a little bit of time to get down and dirty." 

Hermione's eyes widened as she roughly began to slap his chest and trying to push him away from her. He thankfully released her as she scurried away. 

"I am not that type of girl! You don't get to force your way on me!"  Hermione growled at him, furious that he assumed that because she just happened to walk in on him naked that it somehow meant that she wanted to sleep with him. He tossed his hands in the air. 

"I wouldn't dare. Besides, I like my girls wanting to fuck me back. Plus I wouldn't want to get in a fight with you. You probably have experience with beating those drooling mutts off you, don't you?" He asked her while arching his eyebrows. She narrowed her eyes. 

"I beg your pardon?" She asked him, confused with what he was implying. 

"Don't act stupid. I bet you get flirted with tons of those little boys and have to shoo them away when they get too annoying to handle." Fenrir stated to her. She shook her head. 

"For your information, the boys I met don't exactly flirt or try anything with me. I'm a muggle-born remember? We're not exactly the ideal lovers in the wizarding world." Hermione stated to him. He tilted his head. 

"Surely you have at least one guy that chases after you." Fenrir asked her. She shrugged her shoulders. 

"Ron, but I'm not so into him. Especially with the way he treats me sometimes... most of all the way he treated me like a last resort for the Yule Ball as if no one would ask me out. He actually waited till it was near the day of the ball to ask me out. It was like he was waiting for someone better and when he didn't find her, he felt like he had to take me." Hermione explained to him. A strange look crossed his face as he began to walk towards her. 

"Sounds to me like what you need... is a man and not a little boy. And maybe, I can be yours..." Fenrir whispered while pushing her into the wall, pressing his body against her as tightly as possible. Hermione's breathing hitched as she felt her heartbeat increasing as she felt his shaft rubbing against her stomach. Part of her wanted to push him away but another part wanted to see where this could lead. He leaned his face down till his forehead was pressing against her own, his lips inches from hers, teasing her. Just as he reached to caress her cheeks, the door flung opened.