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Chapter 10
Hermione didn’t remember going to bed or falling asleep. The last thing she remembered was being on the edge of the best orgasm of her life but not managing to achieve it. She had felt like something or someone was stopping her, and she had a pretty good idea who it was.
Turning around in the bed, her eyes fell on the sleeping individual next to her. The blanket was down at his waist, and for the first time, she got a good look of his broad chest. His nipples were dark, and he was surprisingly hairless. Perhaps he shaved? He didn’t have any marked muscles, but his stomach was quite flat and pale.
Merlin, he was sexy.
She reached out to stroke his arm. He grabbed her hand hard, opened his eyes and looked around, bewildered. Then his eyes finally fell on her. She smiled reassuringly, thinking he must only be disoriented when he let go of her hand like it were a poisonous snake. She frowned, confused.
“I must have fallen asleep,” he muttered and rubbed his hands over his face.
“Yeah, you usually do that at night,” she remarked dryly, wondering why he sounded so surprised.
He didn’t reply because a three-and-a-half-year-old took that opportunity to climb in bed with them.
“Mum,” Althea complained. “Not sleep, food!”
Hermione was about to rise when she felt a horrible soreness in her muscles, especially at her belly, thighs and sex. She fell to her back again.
Marcus seemed to understand what she felt because he sat up instead.
“Why don’t you go to the kitchen and find what you would like to have in your porridge. I’ll be there shortly to make it for you,” he suggested, probably speaking in English for Hermione’s benefit.
Althea, however, didn’t seem too fond of that idea. “Hungry now.”
Marcus hissed something in Parseltongue, suddenly sounding much less patient. Althea’s eyes filled with tears. She let out a small hiss and ran away. Marcus sighed.
“What did you say?” Hermione asked, shocked and a little angry that he would make Althea cry.
“Never mind,” Marcus growled and rolled out of bed. With a flick of his wand, he was dressed again.
“Tell me what you told my daughter!” Hermione demanded, getting angrier.
Like any mother, she did not want to see her daughter cry, but it was the fact that he wouldn’t tell her what he had said that angered her the most.
“Our daughter,” Marcus reminded her and made a wand movement Hermione recognised as a Silencing Spell. “And I told her to follow her parents’ orders.”
Hermione scowled at him. Ignoring the soreness in her muscles, she rolled out of bed as well. Her legs did not feel very happy to carry her this morning, which only made her mood worse.
“You can’t just say that! You have to earn her respect.”
She found her dressing gown thrown over the chair at the other side of the room and wrapped it around her.
“Earn her respect ...? Hermione, she is a child! She doesn’t even know what respect is.”
“Yes, she does. I didn’t realise you had such old-fashioned views of children.”
“Well, better that than to have no idea at all what to do with them.”
It stung. A lot. Hermione pressed her lips together, forcing herself not to start crying. Sure, she didn’t know exactly how to raise her daughter, but Althea didn’t seem to require a lot of parenting. She was just glad they had a connection now. And she was trying to be a better mother, something he was well aware of. Why would he say something like that? Just to be mean? It disappointed her greatly.
“I don’t need to take this from you,” she finally replied coldly. “You didn’t even know you had a daughter three months ago.”
His eyes narrowed. “And whose fault was that?”
“Yours! You left me that morning. I only knew your first name! I tried finding you, but I couldn’t.”
He crossed his arms. “If I had stayed, we wouldn’t be having this conversation at all because I would never have forgotten to remind you to take a contraceptive.”
Hermione just stared at him, horrified over what he was suggesting. “Leave now.”
“Look, Hermione, I didn’t mean …”
Her wand came flying into her hand, and she aimed it at him. “NOW!”
He almost looked amused by the sight of her wand. He raised his eyebrow in a “Do you even know what to do with that?” look, while his lips curled into a patronising smile.
That made her temper fly through the roof. Without having a specific spell in mind, she flicked her wand and sent him flying through the window. A great crash was heard when the glass shattered but not the thud of someone smashing into the ground below. He probably Apparated away or used some sort of cushion spell. He was an excellent wizard after all.
Hermione took a deep breath.
Okay, so that might have been overreacting a bit. But who did he think he was, talking to her like that? Growling, she repaired the window. She knew that this would come back and bite her in the arse later, but she didn’t want to worry about it now. At least she had made her point clear. He couldn’t talk to her or Althea like that. If he ever wanted to see her again, he should learn that. Fast.
Did she want to see him again?
The thought made her pause. He had made her feel so incredibly good last night. He had intrigued her, and she had been excited by the thought of getting to know him better. Now, all she felt was disappointment and hurt. Perhaps it would lessen with time? She decided not to think about it until later. Right now, she had a daughter that needed breakfast and probably some comfort. Yes, she would focus on making Althea feel better for now instead of thinking about the man who had got so deep under her skin.

xxx

Althea was sad. Marcus had been so mean to her, telling her she was disturbing them and should go away. She had just been hungry! Thankfully, Mum had come out soon after and made breakfast. Althea quickly forgot how mean Marcus had been and went to the bedroom to play.
Her black, little friend was there waiting for her when she came in.
“Your mother and father have been doing very naughty things,” her friend told her.
Althea frowned. “Did they eat cookies before dinner?” she asked. Her grandma had always told her that was naughty.
“Worse,” her friend muttered. “They had sex.”
“Sex?”
Althea thought hard. She was sure she had heard about it somewhere before.
“Sex is when you are hugging and kissing naked,” her friend explained.
“Oh.”
Althea nodded but still wasn’t sure why it was such a bad thing. She had a feeling kissing was good, even though it looked a little disgusting. She didn’t get the point of pressing one’s mouths against each other like H and Gin did.
“Does it mean Dad is Mum’s boyfriend now?” Althea asked. She definitely remembered a boyfriend was someone you kissed.
Her black, little friend was slithering back and forth over the floor. Suddenly, it stopped in front of her.
“Maybe. But it is not right for your mother to make him her boyfriend unless she knows the truth about him. You know that truths are fun, right?”
Althea nodded. Her friend had told her all about truths and how much fun they could be if you told them at the right time.
“Have you heard about Voldemort, Althea?” the black snake asked with a purr.
Althea shook her head, wondering what on earth a Voldemort could be.
“You should ask your mother about Voldemort. Then, you should ask her what Voldemort has to do with Marcus. Do you want to do that?”
Althea, always eager to learn new things, nodded. “Okay.”
She went back to the kitchen where her mother was cleaning up after breakfast. Hermione was brushing quite frenetically at one particular spot on the kitchen table.
“Mum?”
“Yes, sweet?” Hermione dropped the brush with a grimace and then rubbed her back as she straightened up.
“What’s a Voldemort?”
Hermione blinked and arched an eyebrow. “Where did you hear that name?”
Althea shrugged. “Friend told.”
Hermione frowned, but then she shrugged as if it didn’t matter whom Althea was referring to. She went over to the sitting area and was about to sit down in the couch. For some reason, she changed her mind about sitting there and sank down in an armchair instead. Althea followed and climbed up on the coffee table.
“Voldemort is a very bad wizard,” Hermione explained and reached for one of the big books she tended to look at for hours.
Althea had once made the mistake of asking Hermione to read out loud from it. Althea had found it awfully boring.
“What do Marcus do witsch Voldemort?”
Hermione’s eyebrows were almost at her hairline. “Marcus doesn’t have anything to do with Voldemort. Who told you that?”
“Friend,” Althea reminded her mother, who was obviously starting to get old and forget things.
Hermione looked at her strangely. “Who is this friend?”
“Schadow friend.” Althea stated. She knew her mother sometimes had a hard time understanding obvious things, but Althea was patient with her.
Hermione still didn’t seem to understand. “Well, then you can tell your shadow friend that Marcus has absolutely nothing to do with Voldemort.”
However, as she said it, a small frown appeared between her eyebrows. But then Hermione shook her head and, with a sigh, began staring at her book.

xxx

Needless to say, Voldemort was not very pleased with his little Mudblood. Of course it hadn’t been a problem for him to Apparate away before he reached the ground, but he did not appreciate being thrown out a window. At first, he had been about to storm into her flat and teach her a lesson she would not soon forget. But then he had realised that it would definitely blow his cover, and he had managed to restrain himself. He would get to her in due time.
When it was time for his next lecture at Friday, he had come up with a perfect plan. He would show her who the most powerful wizard was in the most subtle way. It would be a way where she was put in her place, and no one would be able to say he had done something outside the rules.
“Duelling,” he said to the class sitting in front of him in the same lecture hall he always had.
He had already removed the desk and was standing alone on the big stage. There was a reason this particular classroom had a stage. Transfiguration was to be shown.
“What sort of spells would you expect to see in a duel?”
Several hands came up. Not Hermione’s. Ah, he would have his chance with her later. He pointed at a young man sitting in the front row.
“Hexes, jinxes, protecting spells …” was the answer he got.
“Yes,” Voldemort said, nodding. “Not so much Transfiguration. How come?”
A brunette got to answer. “Because in an official duel, you are only allowed to do magic on yourself, your opponent or the air in between, so you only have humans to transfigure. And human transfiguration is very difficult.”
“Correct. And this is true for your standard wizard. You are not, however, standard wizards. You are postgraduates in Transfiguration, and a part of your education is to be able to do human transfiguration. Therefore, I’ve decided to introduce you to it right away. I want you to get the feel of it.”
A swoon of worry was heard through the class. Voldemort smiled. It would soon get a lot worse.
“You have ten minutes to look up what sort of transfiguration you wish to try, and then, I’ll start duelling you one by one.”
There was a rattle all around as the students dug into their bags for their books. Voldemort waited. He let his eyes wander over the class and saw Hermione mouthing a spell. He would show that little bitch that Lord Voldemort was not one to be thrown out a window lightly.
When the ten minutes were up, he told them to stop and pack away the books.
“This will be a practical lesson. At first, I’ll duel you personally to test your abilities. I highly doubt any one of you will be able to actually hit me, but it’ll determine what level you are on. Then, if there is time, I’ll divide you into pairs and you’ll practice on each other. Remember, you are only allowed to use Transfiguration and Protecting Shields.”
He removed his wand from his holster. “Now, any volunteers?”
Many hands flew up. A lot of them were from female students who would probably let him do a fair deal more than hex them if he wanted to. However, he was only interested in Hermione, and she hadn’t volunteered. Instead, she was staring at him through narrowed eyes. Was she suspecting something already? That was no fun. He wanted to humiliate her first. But he would have his chance in due time.
The students were easy to defeat. The longest anyone lasted before he managed to turn them into something else was four minutes, and that was only due to a ridiculously strong shield. Every time he transfigured a student back, he snickered at them inside his mind, while keeping the façade of an understanding teacher up. Then, it was finally her time.
Hermione stepped up on the stage with a firm grip on her wand. They bowed to each other, and he allowed her to try to attack first, like he had done with the others. However, she didn’t. Instead, she just stood there, watching him with her wand out. Shrugging, he attacked … and had to throw himself at the ground when the spell bounced back at him. None of the others had thought about making a Bouncing Shield.
He had to roll away when she fired her own spell, but he quickly made it to his feet and fired three spells in a row. Her shield deflected them, and she managed to fire one of her own. It missed him, and he managed to shoot a spell at her before she put up a new shield. She jumped to the side, stumbled over her own feet and fell. He mercilessly cast his final spell and turned her into a small, brown mouse.
Mouse-Hermione started to peep and squeak as she ran around on the ground.
“Now, now, Miss Granger, you have to stand still so I can reverse the spell properly,” he said and fired at her.
She ran away, causing him to miss. He smirked; he must look very scary from her point of view. Most people seemed to panic when they were transfigured into something that small. He conjured a mousetrap right in front of her instead, and it trapped her. He could hear some people in the class laugh.
“Perhaps I shouldn’t have transfigured you into something so small and quick,” he thought out loud when he reached into the mousetrap and lifted the transfigured girl by the tail.
She tried to struggle her way free. More laughing was heard. He was actually sorry he had to transfigure her back. She was much more manageable in this state. So very much at his power. She would not forget that feeling in a long time; he would make sure of that. Neither would some of her classmates if he knew them correctly. Oh, yes, being humiliated in school was definitely the way to go to punish Miss Know-It-All Granger.
He smirked and fired the reversal hex. Hermione fell down on the ground with a squeak as she was transformed back to her normal self. She looked up at him, trying to make a scowl, but he could see tears in the corner of her eyes. She stood up, rubbing her behind. He smiled innocently at her, and she stalked back to her own seat, her face red in mortification. He felt very satisfied.

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Hermione had never felt so humiliated. Her only consolation was that everyone in the class was transfigured into something today. Although, she was the only one who turned into a mouse and the only one to get caught in a mousetrap. Then again, she had managed to last longer than the others against him. That had to count for something. He was awfully good with the wand … no pun intended. She sighed and watched as the next person was turned into a lamp.
It showed how pitiful he was, taking his revenge on her in class because she was sure it was pure revenge that made him do it. He had looked way too pleased when he had turned her back. More than he should have had if this had been strictly a Transfiguration lesson. He had enjoyed tormenting her.
Up until now, she had thought that they could talk about the “throwing-out-a-window” incident once their feelings had cooled down. However, now, she doubted it. He had told her he wasn’t nice, and now, he had also shown it. Humiliating her in front of the entire class was something she would have expected from Snape, not from him.
She doubted they could make it work again after this. The thought made her heart ache. She had really thought they had something special. Not only the touching thing, but on a spiritual plane as well. They could talk about so many things in ways she had never experienced with anyone before. She highly doubted she would find anyone as passionate as him. Or as handsome.
Cursing herself for thinking like a lovesick girl, she turned her attention back to the stage just as Malfoy stepped onto it. What was he doing here? Was he in the class or not? Perhaps she should make it her project to find out now since she had to forget about Marcus?
When the duel began, she frowned. When had Malfoy got so good at duelling? Although, Marcus was, of course, better. He moved with a grace she had seldom seen before. Even when he was throwing himself on the floor, it looked like had planned doing that from the start. He was controlled and vicious in his attacks. Maybe a bit too vicious. Maybe he didn’t like Malfoy either? Damn, just when she had decided he was not worth it, he would go and show another thing they had in common.
Nonetheless, she was pleased when Marcus got Malfoy and turned him into a … ferret. Hermione couldn’t hold back a giggle and neither could Victoria who was sitting next to her. Malfoy-the-bouncing-ferret had been famous at Hogwarts her fourth year. Everyone who had been there had known about it. Although, how come Marcus knew about it? It couldn’t be just a coincidence, could it?
When she saw the smug and knowing smile on Marcus’s face, she decided that it wasn’t a coincidence. But where had he heard that story? He hadn’t been at Hogwarts, and she doubted Malfoy Senior had allowed the story to spread very far outside the school. Then again, Marcus always seemed to be quite aware of what had happened at Hogwarts, even though he had never attended the school himself. It was a bit strange, really.
Victoria was next, but she got transfigured after only two minutes. Grimacing, she returned to the seat next to Hermione.
“Boy, that was rough.”
Hermione could only nod in agreement. The next opponent was also fairly good. Once again, Hermione found herself looking more at Marcus’s excellent technique than at what the opponent did wrong. It was like he was dancing. She had no doubt he would be able to defend himself against several people at once …
A memory flashed in her mind. It was from the final battle. She had just cursed some Death Eater and was looking around to see if one of her friends needed help. Her eyes had landed on the duelling in the middle of the room. Voldemort had been holding off four people, even managing to hit one. She remembered herself thinking that it was unfair. He moved like he was dancing, not even breaking a sweat.
She shook her head, frowning and looking at the duel again just in time to see the next student turn into a goat. It was silly. Althea must have placed the thought in her mind. Why else would she be comparing Marcus to Voldemort now? The thought had never crossed her mind before. What on earth did sexy and yet annoying and dominating Marcus have in common with Voldemort? Well, except for the fact that they were both Parselmouths. And had grown up among Muggles. And had sudden mood swings. And were extraordinarily clever and powerful. And control-freaks ...
She smiled nervously.
No. It couldn’t be. That was just ridiculous! Why was she even thinking about this? Voldemort would never have slept with her the night after he had got defeated. He would have killed her for sure, not sleep with her, make her pregnant and leave. And he would certainly not try to be a father to Althea or be such a good cook. Voldemort was a soulless, evil creature! No soulless, evil creature created that good a lasagne or read bedtime stories to children. Did they?
Right then, Marcus had to duck. It seemed like another student besides her knew how to make shields that bounced back spells.
Ducking from a bouncing spell.
As if the scene in front of her had been a movie, she saw him duck again and remembered another fight four years ago when the Killing Curse had bounced back and a certain Dark Lord had managed to avoid it by ducking in that exact same way.
Oh. Bloody. Hell.

xxx

When Voldemort transfigured the last of his students into a chair and back again, he turned to the class.
“Very good, all of you. As those of you with watches can see, we only have fifteen minutes left of today’s class and that’s too little time to start duelling among each other.”
Why on earth did Hermione look like he had suddenly grown an extra dragon’s head that was about to kill her?
“Therefore, I’ll let you leave early today, but don’t get used to my amiability. Have a nice weekend.”
He watched Hermione with a frown as she hurriedly pulled all her things together. Even from where he was standing, he could see her hands shake. Their eyes met as she stood up. She looked at him with agony, disbelief and fear. No one had looked at him like that since …
No, she couldn’t possibly have found out. He had been so careful!
However, he couldn’t deny that something had shaken her greatly. Even if she hadn’t found out his secret, he wanted to know what was up with her. If she had found him out, he would have to … talk her out of telling anyone else or possibly kill her, but he wanted that to be his last option.
When the classroom was empty, he Apparated directly to his flat and waited for that blasted nanny to leave when Hermione got home.
Five minutes later, he heard her door open and close. Five minutes after that, it opened and closed again. A spell allowed him to see out in the corridor to make sure it was the nanny who left. He waited until he couldn’t see her any longer before he Apparated straight over to Hermione’s flat. She was packing. Not a good sign.
“Going somewhere?” he asked.
She spun around, her wand raised. “Stay away from me, Voldemort.”
She knew. Bloody hell.

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