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The Dragon Chronicles	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
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Happy Midsummer! Or well, Midsummer Eve was Friday for us that celebrate it, but I still hope you have had a nice Midsummer (or just ordinary) weekend. I have a new chapter ready for you, beta:ed by the lovely Randombitsofstars! Thank you very much hun, if I could, I’d send you the delicious chocolate cookies I baked Friday!
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Chapter 10
Hermione woke up early the next morning, feeling well rested and a lot better than she had expected considering she had been tortured the night before. It was only the potion Voldemort had poured in the tub that stopped her from being in more pain.
She glanced to her left where Voldemort lay still asleep. The covers only came up to his waist, showing her that he slept without a shirt. His naked chest was lean and almost hairless, seemingly without an ounce of fat on his belly. Even though it would surprise her if he worked out in any traditional way, he had abs that she wanted to squeeze - just to know if they were really as strong as they looked. It wouldn’t surprise her if he slept completely in the nude, although the covers were too heavy to discern whether there was an outline of either underwear or trousers.
He was really trying to make it as difficult as possible for her to ignore her lust for him.
Stirring in the bed, she couldn’t remember her dreams from the night, but judging from the damp feeling between her legs, Hermione suspected she had had at least one wet dream.
“Oh shit,” she hissed under her breath. He hadn’t let her get dressed after the bath last night and now she was lying naked next to him. And he was possibly naked as well. She groaned as her sex started to throb with renewed need.
Disgusted by herself and the man next to her, she quickly rolled out of bed before the need to throw herself at him got any stronger.
“Where are you going?” Voldemort asked behind her. He was clearly a light sleeper.
“To the bathroom,” she muttered, stalking towards the door.
Thankfully, he didn’t follow her, and she locked the door firmly behind her.
As she went through her morning routine and made sure to put clothes on, she remembered Kara. She had to see him. But would Voldemort let her?
Hermione knew the answer to that - probably not. She would have to sneak away somehow. But Hermione knew it couldn’t be right away. She was still expected to be the Headmistress, and he wouldn’t follow her around all day. That’s when she could slip out to see him, down to the Chamber. But how was she to open the passageway to the Chambers of Secrets? She didn’t speak Parseltongue.
Groaning, Hermione washed her hands and got ready to leave the bathroom, facing her husband again. However, when she looked up, she saw a new door had appeared, just next to the toilet.
What the—?
Oh! Dumbledore had told her that she had the power to change the construction of Hogwarts. That it worked just like the Room of Requirements.
The castle had sensed her needs and created a corridor for her!
Forcing back a gleeful whoop, she quickly turned the handle, opening up a dark passageway.
She lit her wand with a quiet “lumos” and went inside, closing the black door behind her. She hoped the passageway would stay invisible. She didn’t want Voldemort to find her.
There was a tingle of magic in the air, and Hermione knew that the castle was granting her wish.
Feeling much higher in spirit than just a few minutes ago, she hurried down the passageway with a bounce in her step. The further down she went, the damper the stone around her became.
She could feel Kara’s presence just as a stone wall appeared in front of it. Hermione stared at the obstacle for a few seconds. Shouldn’t there be a door there, like it had been in her bathroom? She closed her eyes, trying to will a doorway to appear.
This time, there was no tingle of magic in the air, but she was still disappointed when she opened her eyes and the wall was just as solid as before.
It had to be because of Slytherin’s magic over the Chamber itself. The other founders hadn’t known about it, and no Headmaster had ever found it before Harry did, so she guessed it made sense that it was an exception.
That just wouldn’t do. She hadn’t come this far just to turn back. Kara was right on the other side of the door!
Hermione realized she probably needed to make a command in Parseltongue. Like Harry had done when he entered the Chamber the first time. But she didn’t know the language.
But she had heard Harry speak it. He hadn’t spoken often, but she had heard what Parseltongue sounded like. If her will could create new doorways, than she should be able to trick the magic surrounding the Chamber together with her wish to get through the wall. If her theory was correct, then all she had to do was add her memories of Harry speaking Parseltongue when focusing her conscious onto opening the wall.
Closing her eyes again, she summoned the memory of Harry to the centre of her mind. Last Harry had said anything in Parseltongue had been when they had found Voldemort’s locket. Harry had tried to open the locket with Parseltongue but nothing had happened.
Still, she could easily remember the hissing sounds that had made the hair at the nape of her neck stand up straight. She focused on the sound, trying to isolate it while at the same time focusing on opening the wall in front of her.
After just a few minutes, she could feel the magic tingling in the air again and she opened her eyes just as the wall began to quiver.
It slid open easily, revealing a huge chamber behind it.
“Kara!” she exclaimed, running over to the big black dragon.
Hermione! the dragon stood up in disbelief and excitement, straining at the chain that was keeping him in place.
Hermione threw herself around his thick neck, hugging him tightly. His scales felt slippery and warm under her hands.
The dragon purred happily at the reunion.
How are you being? the dragon asked, sniffing her.
“I’m fine now. Voldemort tortured me because he found out I had used you to contact Harry and Ron. I’m so sorry he caught you,” Hermione said, her voice trembling with emotion.
On one hand, she was happy Kara was by her side again. On the other hand, she hated that he had been caught and couldn’t help Harry and Ron anymore. The boys must be so worried after Kara’s abrupt departure. She just prayed they wouldn’t be foolish enough to come back here to look for either of them.
Kara wants to be with Hermione, Kara said in a comforting tone. Hermione release Kara?
Hermione inspected the chain keeping Kara from flying. There was some kind of dark magic entwined with the links, but she couldn’t say for sure what spell had been cast.
“I’ll try,” she promised and pointed her vine wood wand at the chain. “Alohomora!”
The chain didn’t budge in the slightest. Well, she had doubted Voldemort would put magic so simple on it. But what spell should she try next? She didn’t know if he had put any traps on it. If he had, she wouldn’t dare trigger them.
Unfortunately, before Hermione could even manage to ponder the right spell, she heard footstep coming quickly in her direction.
Sighing, she turned around and crossed her arms, watching Voldemort approach. She hoped she looked more confident than she felt.
“How did you get in here?” he asked with narrowed eyes.
“I walked,” she replied flippantly, not in the mood to divulge her various Headmistress privileges.
Behind her, Kara growled threateningly, clawing at the end of his taut chain.
Voldemort gave her a condescending smile and shook his head. “You do remember what happened last night when you weren’t honest with me? Now, come back to the room with me.”
“No,” she said, her voice firm. “I’m not leaving Kara.”
Voldemort sighed and she could see him reaching for his wand. He was going to hurt her again for disobeying him.
An anger that wasn’t entirely her own flushed through her chest as she clenched her fists. He would take her away from Kara just when she had reunited with him. How could he be so heartless? How could he treat her like this?
The anger turned into an explosion of rage. She opened her mouth to let out a scream, but instead of sound, fire shot out her mouth, flying straight towards her husband.
Voldemort’s eyes widened in surprise as he threw up a magical shield, but her fire was stronger than that. It broke through the hasty spell and Voldemort was forced to dive to his left. He was too slow to completely avoid the blast, and his robes lit up as they caught fire.
The shock of actually hitting him made her stop screaming, just leaving her mouth hanging open. The fire disappeared as suddenly as it appeared, and all that was left of it was a dry sensation in her mouth - and smoke rising from Voldemort’s robes.
She could smell burnt flesh and it made her stomach turn. Not only because she remembered the last time she had smelled burning flesh, but because she knew that she was in even more trouble now than she had been just a minute ago.
What should she do? Should she attack again now while he seemed distracted? But if she failed she would be in even more trouble and he might take it out on Kara. However, if he was already planning to take this out on Kara, she better stop him now when he was focused on putting out the flames on his robe.
Before she could make up her mind, she heard the fluttering of approaching wings.
Turning around, she saw his two dragons drop from the ceiling of the chambers, splashing water onto the floor as they dove towards their master.
She quickly dove behind Kara as the dragons opened fire, almost catching her hair before she got beneath Kara’s wing. Dragons couldn’t hurt each other with their flames, their scales protected them from it. She was safe for now, but she wouldn’t be able to stand the heat from the fire for long. She was already bathing of sweat, like she was inside a very dark sauna.
Her heart was racing in fear. It wasn’t just the two other dragons that worried her, but what Voldemort would do when he had collected himself. Would he kill her now? Or worse, would he kill Kara?
She should have killed him when she had the chance. If she hadn’t been so surprised and just kept firing, she might have been able to obliterate him.
The heat lessened, and she drew a sigh of relief. The other dragons had stopped firing.
Eager to get some fresh, cool air, she peeked over Kara’s wing, ready to duck if the dragons started to spit fire again.
She saw the two other dragons leaning over Voldemort, protecting him. He seemed to be arguing with them.
She just stood there, feeling uncertain, stroking Kara’s wing for comfort. What should she do? Attack? Run away? Just wait?
“Granger,” Voldemort finally hissed, his voice echoing in the chamber. “Come here or I’ll tell Tolv and Elva to kill you and your dragon.”
“What is stopping you from doing so now?” she called back, her wand clenched in her hand, ready to protect herself and Kara if need be. She was quite certain she would fail in the attempt if it came to that. It was three on two and Voldemort had a lot more experience in dueling than anyone she had ever met.
“We have an agreement. Come here and take your punishment, and I’ll let this incident slide.”
Right, their agreement. The whole reason why she was there in the first place. Protect the students and get information to Harry. The Greater Good. Which she could only do if she went to Voldemort right now before he changed his mind and killed her... or Kara.
“Fine,” she muttered, stepping out from behind Kara’s wing. “But I want you to release Kara from his shackles.”
“No.” His voice was hard, and as she came closer, she could see that his lips were tightly pressed together. Was it from anger or the pain of being hit?
“I won’t send Kara back to Harry. But he can’t be imprisoned,” Hermione said firmly. She didn’t want Kara down here, miserable and lonely.
The pale blue dragon drew back, letting her step passed him and up to Voldemort.
“Why should I believe you?” Voldemort asked. His face was a mask of anger, his eyes narrowing down at her, his breathing coming harder than she had ever heard it before.
“Because I…” Hermione trailed off, not sure how she could convince him that she was telling the truth. “We could create a ward that stops him from leaving.”
He regarded her. Unable to meet his cold gaze any longer, she looked at his shoulder instead.
Up close the smell was worse, and she had to force the bile down, swallowing several times. However, it didn’t look as bad as she had thought. The robe had burned off and underneath it, his skin was an angry red, but the damaged area wasn’t wider than her hand. It must be at least a second degree burn and she imagined it hurt quite a bit.
Catching where she was looking, Voldemort suddenly smiled that cruel smile of his. She had to swallow again, because of fear this time.
“Very well, I can allow your dragon free roam around Hogwarts. On one condition.”
She sighed, knowing she wouldn’t like whatever came next. “What?”
“You have to tell your dragon to give you a similar burn as the one you have given me.”
Hermione’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Kara had nothing to do with it! I did that!”
“Yes because all Mudbloods have the ability to breathe fire all on their own,” he snorted. “But I am not interested in who is to blame. Tell your dragon to burn your shoulder, or he will stay shackled here for the rest of his life.”
Hermione looked from Voldemort to Kara, already knowing what she would do. There was no reasoning with Voldemort. An eye for an eye was quite a mild punishment by his standards. If she argued, he would no doubt make it worse.
“Okay,” she said and spun around, marching back to Kara before she could lose her nerve.
No, Kara was already objecting. I won’t do what he wants.
“How do you know what he asked?” Hermione asked in a low voice, surprised.
I don’t know. I just do, Kara answered, his voice unsure.
Perhaps Kara had been able to hear what she heard because the bond was growing more intense? Because it had to be the bond that made her able to breathe fire. Voldemort was right, no human could do it unless some potion was involved. Perhaps that meant Kara was using her ears?
“I won’t let you stay locked up here. I have magic that will make the burn as good as new,” Hermione promised him, stroking the scales on his neck. “Just make sure to aim at my shoulder.”
I don’t want to hurt you, Kara winced.
“I rather you hurt me, than him,” Hermione said, glancing at Voldemort who was standing a few steps back, flanked by his dragons. “You know what he did to me yesterday. If you don’t do it, I’m sure it will be even worse than that.”
That convinced Kara. I want to kill him, he said softly.
“Me too,” Hermione said, smiling and brushing her hair over to her right shoulder, holding it in place so it wouldn’t get burnt off. Her hands were trembling, but she hid it by tightening her grip of her hair. “I’m ready.”
She closed her eyes and felt Kara take a deep breath. The next moment, she had to hold back a scream of pain as the fire seared her left shoulder. It was as bad as the Cruciatus Curse, but instead of the whole body, the pain was centralised on her shoulder, making her feel like she was losing her arm. Tears were streaming down her eyes, but she had to move past it, she had to get back to Voldemort so they could get this over with.
With a shaking hand, she held up her wand, putting out the flames on her robe before opening her eyes.
She wanted desperately to put a spell for cooling on her shoulder, but Voldemort would never allow that, and thus, she just patted Kara on the neck as a silent thank you before turning around.
“Well?” she said, her voice constricted. “We did what you wanted. Release him.”
“Not before we have completed the wards that will keep him inside Hogwarts’s grounds,” Voldemort said.
Right. Hermione slowly walked up to him.
“Are we going to make them right away, or do you rather we put on some healing paste first?” she asked, trying to force her mind away from the pain in her shoulder and sound as normal as he did.
It wasn’t the burn itself that hurt, but the area around it. Her nerves were screaming to her that something was wrong, that her arm would fall off or explode. But Voldemort was keeping his face emotionless so she would as well.
“That is up to you,” Voldemort said, a strange smile on his face.
Hermione hesitated. Creating a ward would take a bit of research and she wouldn’t be able to think properly with her shoulder like this.
“We should heal ourselves first,” Hermione decided.
“Excellent,” Voldemort said and put his hand on her injured shoulder.
She winced in pain, her knees feeling weak, but she forced her legs to start walking with him.
All she managed was sending a silent thought to Kara that she would be back to release him later, before they were out of the chambers and up a secret staircase she didn’t know existed. Thus began a painful journey up the castle.
She didn’t know how he managed it, but Voldemort only lead them up corridors that were deserted. Not that she wanted anyone to see them either, but it couldn’t be a coincidence that they didn’t meet anyone.
However, it was one room that Voldemort couldn’t avoid since he didn’t know about her newly created secret passageway: the Headmistress office with all the portraits.
She could hear several gasps and mumbles when they entered the room.
“My dear, what happened to you?” Dumbledore’s portrait asked, looking very concerned.
Hermione glanced at Voldemort and saw that he had put up a glamour over his wound. Typical. He didn’t want anyone seeing that he was wounded just as badly as she was.
“My wife has just realised how dangerous it is to have dragons as pets,” Voldemort answered for her as he led her through the room.
Before Dumbledore had time to reply, they reached the spiral staircase down to their private chambers.
She all but fell onto the sofa as Voldemort went to get the healing ointment. She slowly started to remove her robe but quickly realised that the burnt edges had got stuck into the wound. When she tried to tug it away, pieces of flesh were ripped off, sending more spikes of pain through her arm and shoulder. It was remarkable that it could hurt so much more when her shoulder was already throbbing with every breath she took.
In the end, she brought up her wand and simply vanished the robe and shirt she had worn underneath. She would probably have thought of this solution in the first place if the pain wasn’t clouding her mind. It wasn’t like she would be able to mend the clothes, fire was devastating for fabric.
Voldemort came out, and Hermione quickly put her healthy arms over her chest, hiding her breasts from him. Too late did she realise that it was unnecessary. He had already seen her completely naked, quite recently too. Also, he too was too preoccupied with his injury to care about her half-naked state.
He too had removed his robe and was only wearing a pair of black trousers. He didn’t even glance at her chest, his eyes only moving over her wounded shoulder.
He opened the jar of healing ointment and gave it to her. “Rub it over my shoulder first, then I’ll do the same to you.”
“Why can’t we just do it onto ourselves?” she questioned.
“Because married couples help each other,” he replied silkily.
Knowing that there was no use arguing, and just wanting the burning pain in her shoulder to stop, she scooped up some ointment and started to apply it to his shoulder.
She wasn’t sure what sort of ointment it was because she had never seen anyone that got a light blue shimmer as it was applied on the wounded area. Judging by the relieved sigh from Voldemort, it was fast working too.
She hadn’t heard him sigh like that since their wedding night. Like always, those memories were never far from her mind. She shuddered, trying to push it away, but it wasn’t easy when he was sitting so close, his skin so hot under her hand.
When he silently took the jar from her and started to apply the ointment on her shoulder, she had to bite back a moan.
It wasn’t just the pain-relief, but the feeling of his hand upon her, stroking her so carefully. Without meaning to, she closed her eyes and focused just on his hand as he applied the ointment in slow, circular movements.
“There, all better,” he said in a soft voice, very close to her ear.
It sent shudders down her body, but not unpleasant ones. Images of his hands stroking her body, his lips kissing her skin flashed through her mind and she could feel her body throbbing with lust.
Then he chuckled and she was brought back to reality.
This wasn’t an erotic moment; far from it. She all but flew up from the sofa, staring at him with conflicting emotions. It was the potion from their wedding night that made her feel like this, but she couldn’t help but also feel disgusted over herself. This was Voldemort, the evilest wizard the world had seen in centuries.
He was smiling at her, no doubt knowing exactly what she was feeling and thinking.
“I- I have work to do,” she stuttered.
This was true, of course; she had a school to run. But more than anything, she just wanted to get away from him. Get away and clear her head, banishing all thoughts of ripping off his trousers and taking him there on the sofa. The same sofa on which he had tortured her just the day before.
His chuckles followed her as she grabbed the closest shirt and robe, racing upstairs to her office.
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