Hermione Granger Gets Bimbofied

Chapter Two: Meet the Princess

Hermione groaned as consciousness came back to her. Her head hurt as if someone was piercing her skull with a drill. The pain made her want to throw up. Her agony wasn't soothed in the slightest as something hard was thrown at her, bouncing against her back.

"Oh Merlin," Hermione lamented miserably. "What the hell…?

"I'm not saying it again," a rather obnoxious voice penetrated her poor head. "Get up. I have things to do and you're detaining me already."

"Ngh," was Hermione's sophisticated reply.

Slowly, she managed to roll onto her back, her head swirling horribly. Someone near-by – probably the obnoxious speaker from before – huffed in annoyance.

"Get a move on," the deep voice ordered bossily.

Hermione tried to get her nausea under control. Deep breath in… deep breath out… in… out… It didn't really help, but at least her brain decided to resume work. Like electrocuted Hermione sat up as the last events flashed through her mind. The Horcruxes! She had to… There were Death Eaters! Where was her wand, goddamnit? Hectically, Hermione groped for her wand, eyes darting around to take in her surroundings, ready to defend or attack. Expecting to find a broken down Hogwarts' corridor and Death Eaters closing in on her, Hermione was a tad confused to find herself lying in a comfortable king sized bed. It might have been an improvement to being in a besieged castle if she hadn't noticed that under the silk covers, she was very much naked. No wand and feeling quite exposed, Hermione pulled the covers protectively around her.

"What…?" she mumbled, voice breaking over the word.

"I'm serious," the voice from before rebuked her cuttingly. "Leave."

Seething hot, Hermione remembered that she wasn't alone. Paralysed by confusion and fear, she shuffled around on the bed, silk blanket wrapped around her, and stared with wide eyes at the other occupant of the room. For a moment it was as if her mind had taken a leave and she stupidly gawked. Not even two steps away from the bed stood a young man, occupied with stuffing rolls of parchment in what appeared to be a school bag. It wasn't the irate frown on his face that pushed Hermione in a state of shock, nor the fact that he wore a Slytherin uniform. No, the main problem was that she knew the guy. Strangely attractive pale skin, tall wiry built and exceedingly handsome features, he looked just like in that old yearbook Hermione had once found in Hogwarts' library. Now, she felt nothing but terror as she stared at none other than Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Closing the bag with a final thud, young Voldemort turned his gaze on her. Hermione jumped in fright as he glared at her darkly. He opened his mouth and there was a lethal threat wrapped around his smooth silky voice,

"Do I have to pull you out of there?"

Hermione stared at him like a cornered deer facing down the barrel of a hunter's shotgun. Helplessly she shook her head, unable to form any words. Riddle narrowed his eyes angrily and snapped,

"Hurry up, then!"

Frantically, Hermione wondered what he wanted from her. Her heart thumbed fearfully in her chest as she shakily scrambled up. Maybe he didn't want to kill her in the bed because he preferred blood spatters on the floor? Or did he plan to drag her into some kind of torture dungeon? Panic clouded her mind as she finally managed to stand up, knees weak. Riddle's menacing glare had followed her process silently. But as Hermione wrapped the silk blanket tighter around her naked body, Riddle took an angry step towards her.