Hermione Riddle

A Trip

There was a knock on his door and before he could say enter it swung open. It was barely after dinner, who would be bothering him now? Or rather who would want to? "Take me to him." The young witch demanded. The professor looked at her as if she had grown a second head.

"Take you to whom, Miss Granger?" He asked raising an eyebrow. Hermione snarled at him and uncrossed her arms, moving to slam her hands down on his desk.

"The Dark Lord, Professor Snape. And do not tell me I am crazy, either you take me or I Apparate there. One or the other." She demanded and he looked at her before standing up.

"Very well, but it shall be your funeral." He hissed and she just sneered at him. She was certainly lively tonight, Severus didn't think he had ever seen her like this.

"I know good and damn well what I am doing! And I will not have Albus bloody Dumbledore telling me what I must do for the greater good. I am sick and tired of hearing it and I most certainly do not want to hear it from you. I am tired of his meddling and misogynistic ways! He has been controlling our lives for far too long and I will not stand it any longer." Her hair had unraveled itself from its neat bun and was now flowing around her; the ends and area around her cackling with magic. She was most definitely correct about Albus' manipulations.

"Miss Granger, we are not going anywhere until you calm down." He ordered as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against his chest. "You will be Crucio-ed and Avada-ed if you go in there like this." He hissed and Hermione growled at him; it was a feral sound. Severus was shocked to say the least, she was a force of nature and her actions were almost animalistic, instinctual. "Damn it, Granger! Calm down!" He bellowed and she took a few deep breaths, she huffed and looked up at him, irritation clearly evident on her face.

"Will you please let me go now, Professor?" She was eerily calm and Severus thought that whoever her rage was aimed at would not escape her unscathed; perhaps she could even manage to land a stinging hex on the Dark Lord, with the state she was in.

"No, unless you wish me to leave you here. Headmaster remember?" He sneered and she just growled at him. He would have to do something about that.

"I am not in the mood to play games, sir." Her eyes flashed dangerously and Severus couldn't help thinking she was damn sexy when she was enraged like this. With a quiet swish they disapparated. They landed gently in front of Malfoy Manor and Severus followed behind her to watch her back.

"Oh, look, it's the little Mudblood!" A low ranking Death Eater exclaimed as she entered the so called "throne room". Hermione whirled around on him and pressed her wand to his throat.

"Do not, call me a Mudblood, you worthless, sniveling, little piece of filth or I swear to Merlin you will not have a tongue left to speak with." She sneered and he laughed. "Oh? Am I not intimidating enough?" Her smile was sickeningly sweet as she twitched her wrist and her wand angled at the man's crotch. "Perhaps I should aim lower? I do have a rather large arsenal of interesting hexes and curses that involve male genitalia that I have been absolutely dying to practice." She was eerily calm once again with a sadistic smile on her face as the man's face turned an alarming shade of white. She was as bad as Bellatrix Lestrange if not scarier and more intimidating. The woman would probably have a little bit of respect for the young witch. "No? Thought not." She turned her back and felt the energy gather, she scoffed and flicked her wrist, the one with no wand, sending him flying back against the wall. "Coward had to wait until my back was turned, you are a disgrace. And you are lucky I do not kill you, at present it would probably put a lot of people out of trouble from your worthless hide." She snarled then closed her eyes and Occluded her mind and her face relaxed. She walked up to the throne and inclined her head politely.

"Lord Voldemort."

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