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The Contract	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55312 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hi there! I'm so sorry it has taken such a long time to update. My beta has been very busy and she has only been able to look through this chapter once! Now I also got an e-mail and I was sorry to hear that she won't be able to beta my chapters anymore. I would be very grateful if someone else would like to help me? I would like to improve my English even more and sometimes I hear that some stuff in my story doesn't make any sense! So, if someone would like to try to beta my story, please send me review and I'll get back to you!

Until I get a new beta, I’ll post unbetaed chapter. I always go through them myself before I post them, but I do miss things.

Review answers!

Meankitty69: Haha, I’m glad you liked the last chapter! Yeah, a lot really happened. But it wasn’t a prophetic dream. It was just an ordinary dream… but you’ll see more about that in this chapter!

Lyra Aphrodite Moon: Haha, no, sorry, they won’t be going to Rome. It was, after all, almost 1800 years since it was there… I don’t think the Cup is still there after all this time. Uhm… you are scary, do you know that? A romantic Voldemort? *shivers* I don’t know if I want to see what someone like him would do if he became romantic and realised he can’t live with Hermione. He would probably lock her inside a tower… Haha, but I think he will be showing more emotions. But he isn’t capable of loving. I try to keep in character most of the time :P

Yes, I like Max as well, and he won’t turn out to be a horrible villain (at least I haven’t planned for it), but it will take some time before he becomes really involved in the story.

Heidi191976: Glad you liked it! Yeah, you never know what Voldemort will do… but you’ll now what happens with Ginny in chapter 12 and 13. Don’t worry! And I do think that Severus is pretty smart. Otherwise, he will probably give the memory of the dance to Dumbledore. You’ll see more about that in later chapters!

Sjauthor: I do try to keep Voldemort in character… and I agree, a romantic Voldemort makes me shiver. But I do think he will get some feelings. If nothing else, he is very possessive. If you think it gets too fluffy… well, I don’t think you have to worry, but if that happens, I’ll probably do something very drastic.

PyroAngel: I thought so too! Glad you liked it!

Kitty; I’m not sure if it was chapter 10 you reviewed or chapter 9… But I’m glad you liked whatever chapter you read :D

On with the smut!

Chapter 11

“The Cup of death has been in Rome!”

Voldemort was startled awake when his wife suddenly shrieked. He sat up just in time to see her naked little backside as she tripped and then made her way over to the bookshelf, quickly pulling out a book.

“Ah! I knew it!” She went back to the bed and placed the book in front of him.

He stared at the page she presented to him. Then he looked up and just watched her. She appeared exalted. He looked out through the window. “The sun isn’t even up yet! We’ve only slept for about an hour!”

“Read,” she ordered.

It was too early for a fight, even for him, so he just sighed and read the page. It was a story about a monk who felt pity over the gladiators. He blessed them with the Holy Cup of Death. It was a small stone Cup with strange symbols…

“Fine, you’re right… can I sleep now?”

“Okay!” she crawled under the covers and fell asleep in a moment. Voldemort stared at her. Had she been sleepwalking? Deciding it was too early to find out, Voldemort closed his eyes and sleep claimed him.

The next time he woke up, it was well past his normal wakeup time. His wife was still asleep next to him. The sun was shining through the window. He guessed it was around nine or ten in the morning. The girl mumbled something and he remembered the book she had showed him. He took it and found the page. It was more a myth than fact, however, the details of the story made him think.

Two Cups… they seemed to have been all over the world. Why and how? What were they made off? If he only knew what the symbols looked like…

He needed the Cups. He was certain they were his way to immortality. It would be hard to find them, but he would.

The girl mumbled again. She turned and she accidentally touched him. For some strange reason, it made him shiver. Probably because of the forced intimacy. She was always there and he should be used to it but that didn’t mean that he had to like it. He hated the girl for not giving him the space he needed. It would probably be even worse once the child was born. Nevertheless, he could use it for so much. Just the picture of him with a baby would give him a lot of new followers. People, who earlier thought he was just a cruel unfeeling devil, would see him as a family man. A loving husband and a father… that propaganda picture was too good to just turn down.

He smiled and placed a hand on her stomach. He always managed to turn things to his advantage.

The girl stirred and then opened her eyes.

“Good morning,” he purred.

She frowned. “What?”

“Well, since I was so generous last night… perhaps you should repay the favour.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Generous? You threatened to kill my friend if I didn’t act perfectly!”

“Nevertheless, you succeeded. You will be taking your friend home… around Christmas. That is very generous of me. You will be able to see your friends.”

“Oh, how incredibly nice of you,” she sneered. “I do everything for you, and you grant me with one night off!”

He frowned. “You don’t seem to realise how much power I have, wife. I can do whatever I want with you. I have left you alone for over two months, mostly because I haven’t had time. Now, I don’t have anything to do, and I want to have sex.” To mark his words, he rolled on top of her. “We can do this the hard way, or I could make you enjoy it as well. Your choice.”

She didn’t look happy, but she sighed and nodded.

“Good girl,” he said and bent down to kiss her neck, and up to the area around her ear. His hands came to her breasts and he started to caress them. Foreplay could be funny. Not just in the sexual arena either. It was very arousing to drive people to their pecks before you began with the good stuff.

However, as he was about to get to the good stuff, the girl sat up and pushed him off.

“I need to pee,” she said matter-of-factly and rolled out of bed.

“Now?” he asked in disbelief.

She was already halfway through the room. “Blame yourself, I’m pregnant.”

He groaned and looked down at his semi-erect cock. Damn, he wanted to fuck his wife. He felt like a randy little teenage boy. The Dark Lord shouldn’t have problems like this. It was all her fault.

The girl came back a couple of minutes later. He was standing on his knees in the bed and when she came closer, he grabber her and kissed her harshly. His hand came up to her arse and he grasped it tightly. She made a small noise of surprise, but it changed into a moan when his lips moved to her throat. He sucked hard and dragged his nails slowly over her back. She placed her hands on his back and caressed him down to his arse. He hissed as she tried to push his groin closer to her.

He took a firm grip of her waist and turned her around so she was standing on her knees in the bed with her back against him. He attacked her neck again. His left hand sneaked down over her round stomach and down to her mound. He caressed her for a moment and his right hand came up to her breast. She moaned.

“I told you, I can make you like it,” he whispered into her ear as his left hand teased her labia. “It all comes down to practise. Do you know how many I’ve had sex with?”

She shook her head.

“Seven. I’m very picky. It’s hard to find obeying women these days. I always have to train them. You are the hardest. Mostly because I can’t punish you when you don’t do what I want.” At that moment he pushed a finger inside her. “What do you think we should do about that?”

“Just shut up and fuck me,” she mumbled. “You are ruining it by talking.”

He removed his finger from her pussy and placed it against her lips. “Suck.”

“Wh…” He interrupted her by shoving his finger into her mouth. She made a small noise of surprise.

“Suck,” he said again. She did, hard, with her teeth. He moaned. “I guess you are still too headstrong for me to let you suck my cock.” He removed his finger.

“I would never… oh!” He pushed her forward so she was standing on all four. His hands came to her hips and he adjusted her so he would be able to penetrate her from behind. He pushed into her.

“One day, you will,” he mumbled as he slowly moved in and out. He continued with the slow movements for a while. The girl was groaning and trying to make him move faster. He pulled out teased her clit with his fingers instead. She rubbed herself against his fingers, leaving a wet trail.

“Someone is horny,” he mumbled. He was quite horny himself, but it was more fun teasing her than fucking her. “All because of me…” He ran his fingers down her thighs. She was trembling. He shivered and closed his eyes. He couldn’t loose control now. Even if he just wanted to press himself into her delicious little body and fuck her until she screamed. He needed to remind her that he was in power.

With quick movements, he had her on her back again. He made himself comfortable and started to rub his blood-filled cock against her cunt. She moaned. He pressed his lips against hers for a moment. He could feel her heartbeats through them. Or perhaps it was his he felt? Her scent was intoxicating. He couldn’t describe it. If he would give it a colour, he would say she smelt green. He had always liked green… She looked nice in green…

He opened his eyes and pulled away from her. What the hell was he thinking? He forced himself inside her again. She shrieked in surprise. His mouth was on her neck and he could feel blood on his tongue. He rubbed her clit with his hand and felt her tightening around him. She was about to come. He needed to come. Thoughts like this were signs of weakness. He didn’t like her. She didn’t smell like green. He didn’t care what she smelt like. He. Didn’t. Like. Her!

She came with a small scream and he followed quickly. His lips came in contract with hers again. He had only kissed one girl before. The first girl he shagged. She had been good-looking enough and he had been curious about sex. She taught him all she knew, which wasn’t much. She had only been seventeen years old. He had been fifteen. He hadn’t liked the kissing. She had been all giddy about the exchange of saliva, but he just thought it was boring.

Now… this girl’s kisses were something else. He hated her for making him kiss her. Kisses were for weak people. Just like alcohol, drugs and sugar. It was addictive.

She nibbled his lower lip in post-orgasmic bliss and her hand came up to his hair. For a moment, just one moment, he let himself get carried away. He kissed her as he caressed her cheek. Then he rolled off her and onto his back. He closed his eyes. The girl was really under his skin. How would he survive this?

“Damn,” she whispered. “That was… intense…”

He couldn’t resist smirking. “So you liked it?”

“I would be lying if I said no. Nevertheless, you will always be a prick, even if you are good in bed,” she mumbled.

“At least you are honest.”

She was quiet for a while. “Who were the other six?”

He opened his eyes and turned toward her. “What?”

She looked at him with curious eyes. “The other six you have slept with.”

“Why would I answer that?”

“You could ask me something. We know nothing about each other.”

He rolled his eyes. “Well, that is because none of us wants to give away something important. We are married, that doesn’t mean we trust each other.”

“It’s just about sex!”

“Why are you always so damn talkative?” he growled, even if he found her amusing.

“I’m just curious…”

“Fine. But I’ll ask you something later, and you’ll have to answer.”

“Okay.”

He sighed and stared into the ceiling. “The first one was a girl in school, Sarah… something. I don’t know what happened to her, I never saw her after she finished Hogwarts. The second one was a woman in Egypt. I was there for about a year when I was in my mid twenties. She was very masochistic. I could do anything I wanted with her. She killed herself in the end. The third one was a young dark witch in South America. She knew everything about the Amazonas. I killed her when we had a disagreement about an artefact we both wanted.” He paused and looked down at the girl’s hand that was playing with his chest hair. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry,” she mumbled and let go of him. “Continue.”

“Hmm… right. The fourth one was an elder lady in France. Very rich and powerful. In exchanged for sex, she gave me everything she owned. Including some magical artefacts I had been looking for, for a very long time. Then she accidently fell down the stairs.” He smirked at the memory.

“The fifth one was another very masochistic girl. I tortured her for information and she had an orgasm. Then I fucked her and got the information I wanted. She was my servant for many years before the Aurors killed her. The sixth one was another servant. She was a bit stubborn at first, but I made her turn out nicely… I haven’t touched her for twenty years…”

“Is she still your servant?” The girl asked, surprised.

“Oh, no. I think you were the one responsible for her imprisonment. She received the Dementor’s Kiss.” He turned toward her with a wicked smile. “So, now I think I’ll ask you some questions.”

She smiled softly. He guessed she was still a bit high from the orgasm. Not that he minded…

“Have you and Potter ever had feelings for each other?”

“No, never,” she answered with a smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, yes. I don’t even think Harry sees me as a girl.”

He smirked. “Well, no one would ever blame you for acting like a proper girl.”

She arched her eyebrows. “I don’t know if I’ll take that as a compliment or not.”

“It wasn’t meant as one. Whom have you been involved with?”

“Well, Ron… and you.”

He stared at her in disbelief. “No one else?”

“No… I went to a school ball with Victor Krum, but we live in different countries. It was only a fling. I was never in love with him.”

He looked at her thoughtfully. “How many close friends did you have when you were in school.”

“Two… First Ron and Harry, then Harry and Remus.”

“Didn’t you feel lonely?”

She shrugged. “Not really… Not until I married you.”

He smiled, she smiled back. Then she froze. “Damn.”

“What?” he asked.

“I promised I would visit Ginny when I came back last night!” She got out from the bed and pulled a robe around her. He cursed silently when she disappeared through the door to her friend. Just one tiny little orgasm and he got soft and told her about his former sex partners. He cursed again and rolled out of bed. She would pay for making him all bleeding soft. He would make her pay…

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Hermione couldn’t help but smile when she went to Ginny’s room. Her theory was correct. Voldemort was indeed much nicer and informative when they had sex. Now, she was aching a little between her legs, in a good way. Something had been different this time and she felt more positive than ever. At first, he had been his normal, sadistic self, however in the end she could tell something had been different.

When she opened the door, Ginny was sitting in the corner of the room, hugging herself. She looked very scared.

“Ginny!” Hermione’s eyes widened. “What’s the matter?”

Ginny flew up and threw herself at her. “I thought they had done something to you. I thought they would come back and torture me again!” The younger girl was crying.

Hermione berated herself. She knew Ginny was scared about being taken away again. And being locked inside a small dark room all day didn’t help her either.

“Hush, Ginny, don’t cry. Nothing will happen to you…” Hermione tried to comfort her as she led her to the bed. “It’s okay. I’m sorry I couldn’t come by last night. My husband forced me to act perfectly. I was exhausted by the time I came home. But I did it; I will take you home by the end of the year. You’ll be home for Christmas.”

Ginny looked up. Hermione could see she didn’t believe her.

For the rest of the day, Hermione stayed with Ginny. She fell asleep early in the evening. She hadn’t been able to sleep the entire night before. Hermione felt guilty for not visiting her; however, a part of her was glad Ginny was leaving. She loved to have a friend around; however, she would be happier if she didn’t have to play the strong and supporting one all the time. She couldn’t complain about her position when Ginny had it so much worse.

Voldemort was sitting on the couch with a book when she returned. He looked up and scowled. “Haven’t you taken a shower since we had sex?”

She looked down at the robe. “Hm… no, I haven’t had the time yet.”

“Well, hurry up then, I just got a report from Switzerland and I want to fly before it gets too dark!”

She frowned. “Why do I have to go?”

He got up and walked toward her. “Because I will raid a very old library, and most of my minions would just throw them in a sack and… well, you are one of the few people under my control I know I can trust with rare, valuable books.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and started led her to the bathroom. “So get that pretty little arse of yours into the shower!”

“But…” Hermione tried to protest. He ignored her and made her step into the bathroom and pulled off her robe before he pushed her into the shower. He was about to turn on the water when he hesitated. His eyes were on her neck.

“What?” she asked.

“I didn’t realise…” He lifted his hand and touched her neck with a surprised expression. “I bit you… Didn’t it hurt?”

She frowned. “What…?” She stepped out from the shower and went over to the mirror. She had a bite mark on her neck. Dried blood was still around it. How couldn’t she have felt this?

“Why didn’t the Contract hurt me?” Voldemort asked.

“Well, it does look like the Contract doesn’t work if we aren’t aware of the fact that we are hurting each other,” she said, then added. “Or perhaps it didn’t count because I was too aroused to feel it?”

“Really?” He started to smirk. “I have to see what more I can do when you are aroused, then.”

Hermione paled. “W-what?”

“Perhaps I can try spanking next time…” He seemed thoughtful, but then shook his head. “Enough. I want to leave. Hurry.” He left the bathroom and Hermione stared after him.

She shook her head, deciding to think about it later. According to Voldemort, she would be visiting a very old library and that made her exited. Half an hour later she was standing inside their bedroom again. She had already sneaked into Ginny’s room with a couple of books and a letter, describing where she was. Voldemort was in the bathroom. Hermione couldn’t resist smiling as she sat down on the couch. The Dark Lord just wasn’t scary when she could hear him pee. It was so… normal.

“Why are you smiling?” he asked when he came back out.

“Nothing,” she said and got up. “Shall we?” She made a gesture toward the door.

He nodded. “I didn’t think you wanted to leave.”

“It was before you told me we would go to a library,” she answered.

“Raiding a library,” he corrected her.

“Well, books are made for reading…,” she mumbled. She couldn’t help but feel excited about the books. She knew it was nerdy, but she loved them. She loved to read rare books, to find knowledge no one else had read in centuries. It made her giddy. When she first saw the Hogwarts’ library, she almost fainted from excitement.

She was a nerd. That was one reason why she hadn’t had so many friends.

Voldemort smiled at her. “Of course, dear,” he said and put an arm around her. “If it makes you feel better.”

She rolled her eyes at him and he let go. They went to the same balcony from where they had travelled the last time. This time, they weren’t alone. She recognised professor Snape and Max Lestrange, not the other two. One of them was a tall man with a serious face, and the other one was a young woman who looked too happy to be a real Death Eater. She also looked down at her feet and fingered her long red braid when Voldemort looked at her.

Voldemort placed his hand on her shoulder. “Wife… you already know Severus, although I don’t think you have met Maxemillius Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov? Or Miss Radcliff?”

The red haired girl smiled at Hermione. Max grinned and Dolohov nodded. Snape merely arched an eyebrow. Hermione smiled at them in greeting.

“Now, you all know the destination. Antonin and Miss Radcliff will flying above me, Severus and Mr Lestrange will be flying beneath me.” Everyone went to their brooms. Hermione realised she didn’t have one. Voldemort held out his. “I remember how afraid you where last time.” He smiled at her.

Hermione scowled, but mounted the broom. Voldemort mounted behind her and they took off. Like last time, he held a firm grip around her waist. She could feel his breath against her cheek. This time, she didn’t mind leaning against him. She was feeling a bit sleepy and she must have dozed off, because it only felt like minutes before they arrived at snowy mountains. She gasped. The moon was rising over the tops of the Alps. Hermione was grateful for the warming spell Voldemort cast. It was a clear and chilly night.

They landed on a small platform on the side of a mountain. A fortress was built into the mountain. It seemed to be recently restored into a liveable castle, but at the moment no one appeared to be living there.

“The owner found a secret library in a catacomb,” Voldemort explained in a low voice to her. “He was a Muggle and he died when he entered it. The authorities of Switzerland have been notified and one of my agents there informed me. They won’t be here until tomorrow, but by then we will have taken everything we want.”

Hermione just nodded and followed him up to the fortress. She thought it looked scary. It was dark and unfriendly. She shivered as they went up the stairs. The gate into the fortress was big, perhaps thirteen feet high. They entered a small courtyard and walked across up a set of stairs before they arrived into the entrance hall. It was dark, so Voldemort and the others lit torches with their wands. They went down some stairs and deeper into the mountain. Hermione couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. She had never liked narrow passages. Especially not dark ones.

“I can feel magic coming from here,” Voldemort said in a low voice when they came to a crossroad. He led them to the left. They walked for almost ten minutes when Voldemort and Dolohov both held out their hands to stop them.

“It’s a quite powerful ward,” Voldemort mumbled. He held out his wand and did some complicated movements. “Antonin?”

The other man nodded and held out his wand as he mumbled an incantation. A moment later, Voldemort continued to walk. The others followed when he obviously wasn’t burned to death. They had all spotted a corpse lying a few feet away. Hermione shivered as she past the burned remains.

A moment later, the passage turned into a large hall. She gasped when she saw all the shelves filled with books.

“We don’t have much time,” Voldemort said. “Transfigure something into boxes and take all the books you haven’t read. Wear protective gloves and don’t open any books! I can feel Dark Arts here.”

Everyone started to get ready. Dolohov and Snape disappeared in different directions. Max followed quickly.

“Wife,” Voldemort said. “You’ll be working with Miss Radcliff.”

She made a grimace at his order before she followed the red haired woman.

“Shall we start here?” Hermione asked.

The other woman nodded, put on her gloves and made a box appear next to them. They started to pull out books from the shelves and read the titles. There were many Hermione had only heard about before, but never read. She carefully placed them in the box. The other woman barely looked at the titles; she just placed them in the box very carefully.

“You read a lot?” Miss Radcliff wondered and nodded at the pile Hermione had placed on the floor instead of in the box.

Hermione nodded. “We have most of them in our bookshelf at home.”

“Oh, okay. I don’t read books like this…”

“You seem to know your way around old objects,” Hermione noticed.

“Ahuh, I work in an antique bookstore in Knockturn Alley. It’s mostly Dark Art’s books, so you have to be careful. But I don’t read them. If I read, I read Muggle novels. I think they are so romantic.” She grinned sheepishly. “But I heard you are a Mud… Muggle-born, so I guess you know.”

“Yes, I I’ve read tons of romantic novels,” Hermione confessed. “How did you end up here?”

The other woman shrugged. “I needed the money. My uncle is a Death Eater and when he heard that the Dark Lord needed help with old books, he gave him my name. Not many Death Eaters are into books…”

“Who is your uncle,” Hermione asked curiously.

“Walden McNair. He is my mother’s brother. I have worked with the Death Eaters before… They often call for me when they need help with some old dark artefact. Some of them are very clumsy and that isn’t good when you are dealing with curses. I would never trigger a curse.” She appeared to be proud.

“Oh… were you at the Malfoy’s last night?”

She shook her head as she carefully wrapped some paper around a very old book. “No… I wasn’t invited.”

“Well, you didn’t miss anything,” Hermione said. “Unless you like to hear mindless gossip about who is married to whom.”

She giggled. “Not so much.”

They moved to the next shelf. Hermione left about twenty-five books and Miss Radcliff only two.

“When are you due?” The other woman asked after a while.

Hermione looked down on her stomach. “In March.”

“Are you looking forward to it?”

“Well…” Hermione hesitated. Voldemort had said that they were officially happy about the baby, however, this woman appeared to be much nicer than the others. “I guess I don’t know if I really understand it yet. It all happened so quickly…. But we are happy.”

Miss Radcliff looked a bit sad. “I almost had a baby once…”

“Oh? What happened?”

“Miscarriage. It’s not so strange… people like me just don’t have children. However, I can’t help but want one.”

Hermione wanted to ask what she meant with “people like me”, but decided to ask Voldemort later. Miss Radcliff seemed to take for granted that she already knew. Perhaps this was like Max being a bastard. It was just something people knew.

“How sad,” she said instead. “How old are you?”

“Thirty. No one believes me when I say it,” she grinned. Hermione noticed that she had quite big teeth. “And you?”

“Twenty.”

“Yeah? Did you just graduate from Hogwarts then?”

Hermione nodded. “This past summer.”

“Wow, and you just decided to marry the Dark Lord?” she asked. She didn’t sound mean, just curious.

“Well, not really.” Hermione hesitated again and pretended to look at the book she was holding. It was an old German book from the mid seventeenth century. She didn’t understand the title, although she guessed it was about magical creatures. “What has he told you about our marriage?”

“Me?” she snorted. “Someone like him doesn’t talk to someone like me. Well, unless in cases like this… But there are tons of rumours.”

“Really? What are people saying?”

“Well, most of them are just jealous. Some say that you promised to kill Harry Potter if the Dark Lord married you.”

“That’s absurd!” Hermione said with wide eyes.

Miss Radcliff shrugged. “Well, other says that you put a love spell over the Dark Lord. But no one really believes that. He is the most powerful wizard alive, I mean.”

Hermione just nodded. “What else do they say?”

“Hm… That the Dark Lord knocked you up and decided to marry you. That Dumbledore forced you two to marry so you could spy on him. That you have changed sides and the Dark Lord really likes you… I guess none of that is true.”

“How come?”

“Well, he obviously doesn’t let you have a wand. And if you were a spy, I think he would have killed you by now. So that only leaves one theory.”

“And what is that?”

“That you two are under a marriage Contract.” Miss Radcliff blew some dust off a book. She narrowed her eyes as she read the title, but then shrugged and placed it in the box.

Hermione looked down at the book she was holding. “Do people really think I have betrayed Harry?”

The other woman shrugged. “I think they are just jealous. Many witches wants to be the Dark Lady, and… well, you are a Muggle-born. People aren’t fond of it. I hear about it every day at the shop. However, I don’t care about the gossip…”

“Okay,” Hermione said and slowly placed the book in the box and then got up on a ladder Miss Radcliff had conjured. Hermione could see a big black book up there and she tried to reach it when…

“NO, DON’T!”

Hermione had just touched the book with her fingertip when Miss Radcliff pulled her down from the ladder. Hermione hardly noticed that she landed onto hard stone because she was too busy screaming from a burning pain in her finger. Half of her hand was already consumed by a dark fire and it was slowly spreading to the rest of her body. Somehow she knew that the glove was still protecting her hand, but for how long? She could feel the heat, her arm only protected to her elbow. Now she could feel the fire on her finger! It had burnt through the glove! Oh, pain!

She must have blacked out, because the next moment, she was lying with her head in someone’s lap and she couldn’t see the fire any more. All she could feel was a throbbing sensation in her left hand and a terrible body ache. It took a moment before she realised she was crying.

Someone was holding a hand on her cheek, so she couldn’t turn her head toward her left. Someone else was holding her left hand. She felt a cold sensation in that hand. She realised that the mumbling she heard was people talking. Only two people. She tried to focus on them instead of the pain.

“… no other choice.” That was Snape’s voice. “And we have to act fast.”

“Then you’ll have to do it.” That was Voldemort. She realised it was his lap she was lying in. He didn’t sound happy. “Quickly.”

Hermione didn’t have time to wonder what they were talking about. In the next moment, she felt like someone ripped off her middle finger. She screamed. Her world went foggy again.
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