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The Contract	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55321 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hi! New chapter again! I hope I’ll be able to post them more quickly from here own. My new beta, Lady-Gizzy, is very fast!

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Kitty; Haha, I hope this is fast enough!

Heidi191976; I’m glad you liked it. And yes, Hermione will find out what happened to her parents. But it will take some time before she does. You readers will know sooner!

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Chapter 13

It was around noon when Hermione and Ginny reached the Burrow. The younger girl didn’t say a thing during the walk to the house and Hermione just enjoyed being out on her own. Voldemort had stopped taking her out running at the end of November. Her belly was a bit too big and the weather was not the best. They had been out on a couple of walks, which had always ended with arguments about different things.

Today, the weather was wonderful. The sun was shining and a thin layer of snow covered the ground. Hermione could hear noises from the Burrow before she saw it. The Weasleys were out in the garden. They seemed to have some kind of feast. Hermione stopped at the entrance of the garden, uncertain what to do. She hadn’t seen them for six months. What did they think of her now?

It took almost a minute before someone noticed they were standing there. Ginny let out one loud sob and the buzz stopped. Remus was the first to look in their direction. He stopped his movement and let out a gasp. It started a chain reaction. Mrs Weasley dropped the plates she was holding and placed her hands over her gaping mouth. Mr Weasley rose from the garden chair he had been occupying and pulled out his wand. Ginny’s brothers all just stared at them. Tonks was the first one to say something.

“Merlin’s underpants.”

Ginny began to cry harder and ran to her mother, who had begun to cry as well. Her brothers flocked around her, asking questions about how she was and what they had done to her. Hermione looked at them with a sad smile. At least she had been able to save someone from Voldemort.

“Hermione,” Remus came up to her with an uncertain look on his face. “How… when… what… You are pregnant!”

Hermione looked down at her stomach. “No... really?”

Remus chuckled at her sarcasm and then hugged her. “How are you?”

“Still married,” she said softly. “How are you?”

“I’m fine.” He hugged her harder. “I have been worried about you. How did you get him to release Ginny?”

“She was my birthday present,” Hermione said quietly. “When you left… Well, Voldemort thought I needed a pet. I convinced him to let me take her home.”

He let go of her slowly. “How?”

Hermione sighed. “I’m not sure. There was this Halloween party and I acted like a perfect little wife. He said I could take her home.”

“Oh, that explains the rumours.”

“What rumours?”

“That you and Voldemort are teaming up,” came a voice from behind Remus.

Hermione saw Tonks coming at them. She had a suspicious look on her face.

“That’s rubbish!” Hermione said. “I hate him!”

“Really?” Tonks eyes lingered at her neck. Hermione made a grimace.

“Back off, Tonks,” Remus growled with an arm around Hermione’s shoulders.

Tonks hair turned from blue to red and then back to blue again. She huffed and walked into the house.

“Don’t mind her,” Remus said and led her toward the others. “She has been a little… uneven lately.”

“Why?”

Remus didn’t have time to answer, because now the Weasleys noticed that she was there as well.

Mrs Weasley gave her an uncertain smile. “Ginny says that you saved her?”

“I only wish I could have saved her sooner,” Hermione mumbled shyly.

Mrs Weasley hugged her. Then she gasped and took a step back. “Sweet Merlin, you're pregnant!”

“Ah, yes.” Hermione bit her lip when Mrs Weasley’s eyes lingered a little too long at her neck. She decided that she would bite Voldemort when she got back. Let’s see what he thinks about that!

“I… I didn’t realise You-Know-Who wanted a child,” Mrs Weasley said and looked closely at her. “Your hair… It’s different!”

Hermione grimaced. “He forced me to have it fixed because he couldn’t stand it.”

Mrs Weasley simply nodded, Hermione wasn’t sure if it was an understanding nod or a sympathetic nod.

Mr Weasley came up to them. He too hugged Hermione. “Thank you for bringing back our daughter.”

“I just hope she will be happier here. She has been very depressed,” Hermione said in a low voice and looked at Ginny. She was sitting next to her oldest brother Bill.

“This calls for a celebration!” Mrs Weasley said in a too cheerful voice. “I’ll make a cake!”

Hermione suspected that Mrs Weasley really just wanted to cry in peace and get a grip of the situation. Mr Weasley followed her into the house. Remus led Hermione to a garden chair and asked her to sit down. Hermione took the opportunity to look around. Everything looked exactly the same. The house still looked like it was only held up by magic. Despite the snow, the garden was full of different things. A hen was picking the frozen ground a couple of yards away. Someone had placed a tent over the brown garden furniture which Hermione was now sitting under. Fred and George were talking with each other in low voices. Ginny was still sitting with Bill across the table. Charlie and Tonks was inside the house somewhere.

Hermione turned her head and looked at Remus who had taken a seat next to her.

“When did this happen?” Remus asked and looked at her stomach.

“During our first week. But we didn’t realise it until a week after you left,” Hermione answered. Fred and George were looking at them now.

“When will you have the baby?” Fred (or maybe George, Hermione had never learnt to tell them apart) asked.

“In March,” Hermione said with a smile. Not because of the subject but because of the glimmer of pranks in his eye. He was planning something.

“Oh. Are you two happy?” the other twin (probably George) asked.

She shrugged. “I don’t know what he really thinks about anything. Especially not about the child.”

Tonks came out again, accompanied by Albus Dumbledore. He smiled at Hermione and she smiled back.

“How lovely to see you, Miss… uhm… Mrs Riddle,” he said

“Lovely to see you too, Headmaster,” Hermione answered politely.

“Would you mind having a word with me… alone?” he asked and made a gesture toward the house.

Hermione shrugged, got up and followed the Headmaster into the house. Mrs and Mr Weasley were standing in the kitchen, speaking quickly to each other. They smiled at them when they entered, however, Hermione couldn’t help but think that their smiles were a bit false.

Dumbledore led Hermione into the Weasley’s small living room. Hermione sat down on the reddish-brown couch and Dumbledore sat down on the armchair on the opposite side. He took out his wand and cast numerous of spells over the room. Hermione didn’t hear what he said; she just felt the tingle of magic and knew it affected her as well.

“How are you?” Dumbledore asked. “And don’t lie; I’ll know if you do.”

Hermione smiled sadly. “I don’t know how I am. I try to take it one day at the time. He is mostly acting very civilized. However, he is very possessive and… well, we do hate each other, however, we don’t really speak much.”

“And yet you are pregnant,” Dumbledore remarked.

“Yes. I don’t know why… he says he is happy about it. I’m not.”

“You aren’t?”

“Don’t misunderstand me. I’ll protect and love this child as much as I can. I just feel sorry for it and… I’m not that kind of girl who wants a child.” Hermione stroked her stomach as she spoke. Dumbledore must have put some truth-spell over her. She tried not to think about things like this, it only made her depressed.

“I see. And he claims to be happy?”

“I don’t think he is. But he is very manipulative. Perhaps he just… I don’t know… Wants to look nice in the press.”

Dumbledore looked very thoughtful. “I received your message from Severus. We are working on it.”

Hermione smiled in relief. “I have to help my husband with it. However, I would be glad if he didn’t manage to get… it.”

“Understandable. He could use it for many horrid quests.”

Hermione nodded.

Dumbledore suddenly sighed and looked at her with sorrow in his eyes. “What will become of you, Hermione?”

Hermione just blinked. That was something she didn’t want to think about. She excused herself and went to the bathroom. Not only to get some time alone; she really needed to pee! What would become of her? Voldemort had once said that she would make a good teacher, however, that didn’t mean he would let her be. Would he? She didn’t want to be locked inside their rooms forever. It was fine now when she was pregnant and didn’t have much else to do. Nevertheless, once the baby was born she wanted some freedom. She would go mad if she had to stay in their rooms forever! Somehow she must convince him to let her get out on her own. Not just once a year.

She flushed the toilet and went back to the others. They had begun to eat and she quickly joined them. They told her what they had been doing since she got married. Not anything about the Order, but about their personal life. Fred and George’s joke shop was a huge success so they had only been busy with that. Charlie had started to work with dragons all over Europe and he also had a girlfriend in France, however it was nothing serious. Bill, who married Fleur a year earlier, told everyone that Fleur was two months pregnant. She was staying at her parents’ house over Christmas. He had planned to join her there the next day, but now when Ginny was back, he wasn’t so sure.

Ginny didn’t say much. She just listened and smiled. She fell asleep during the dessert and Bill carried her up to her room. Tonks and Dumbledore had left earlier, saying they had to deal with some Order-businesses. Remus was still there, however, he didn’t say much either.

After dessert, Molly asked them all to go to the living room for coffee. Hermione sat down in the couch with Remus and snuggled up against his chest. Fred and George excused themselves for a moment and Charlie and Mr Weasley were still in the kitchen with Molly.

“Remus,” Hermione asked after a while. “Where is Harry? Doesn’t he usually celebrate Christmas here?”

Remus tensed. “Well, we aren’t sure were Harry is. No one has seen him since October. We are a bit worried. However, he asked us not to find him.”

Hermione felt a stab of worry in her stomach. “Did he say what he was going to do?”

“He wants to find a way to defeat Voldemort,” Remus said with a sigh. “I think he wants to save you.”

Hermione groaned. “Damn.”

“Do you know something?”

Hermione sighed. “I’m not sure. I will ask Voldemort about it. However, I don’t think he will tell me the truth.”

They fell silent. A couple of minutes later, Mrs and Mr Weasley came in with a tray full of coffee, tea and different biscuits. Hermione took some tea and a biscuit as she listened to the others talking. Charlie had gone up to see where Bill was.

Ten minutes later, Fred and George entered again. “Hey, Hermione! We want to discuss something with you!”

Hermione smiled at them. They looked like small schoolboys who were about to do something naughty. She wanted to do something like that for a change. With some help from Remus, she stood and followed them out to the kitchen. Fred and George led Hermione up to their bedroom. It was small, like all other bedrooms in the Burrow, and it was filled with boxes and other stuff. Hermione didn’t know how they found their way around in the room. She could hardly see the beds under all different joke-products.

“So, we were thinking...” Fred started to say.

“What have you planned to give your husband for Christmas?” George finished.

Hermione stared at them, then she began to laugh. “Why? What have you planned?”

The twins smiled. “Well, we have some very interesting products. Does he smoke?” George held up a small box with cigars.

Hermione didn’t know what would happen if someone tried to light one, however, she could bet it was something nasty. “No, he doesn’t. And I don’t know if you really want to have an angry Dark Lord at your door.”

“Ah, perhaps we don’t.” Fred seemed thoughtful for a moment. George poked him and pointed at a black box which was laying on one of the beds. Fred smiled and opened it. In it, Hermione could see a couple of jars with a blue fluid in them.

“This little beauty is a Happy Potion,” George said. “They will make the person who drinks it happier and nicer. We thought it could be something for your husband to try.”

She laughed. “Happier and nicer? How much nicer? It would take a lot of potion to make my husband nice.”

Fred blinked. “Then give him a double dose! It’s designed so the person won’t notice a thing. It has no taste.”

Hermione looked down at it for a moment, her mind spinning. It could be nice to try to make Voldemort nice. “How much do you give the person in question?”

“Just one teaspoon in a glass with some other fluid. Just not coffee or alcohol because they interfere badly with each other,” George said. “So, what do you think?”

Hermione nodded and looked down at the box again. If she gave Voldemort some Happy Potion, perhaps she could convince him to move somewhere else. Somewhere, where she could go out when she wanted to. Or perhaps she could make him give her back her wand. “I think that this is a very thoughtful gift.”

The twins smiled. “We thought so. Have fun with them!”

They helped her shrink the box so it would fit in her pocket. It would grow again five hours later, so Hermione just had to find a place to hide it before then. She and the twins went back down to the others. Bill and Charlie had come down now as well. They were talking about some Quidditch game they had been to recently and Fred and George quickly joined the discussion. Hermione sank down next to Remus again.

“What did they want?” he wondered in a low voice.

“Just showing me some new jokes they have been working on. They thought I could use a laugh,” she said with a smile. For some reason, she didn’t really want to tell Remus what the twins had given her. He might think it was too dangerous for her to get back to Voldemort with a potion.

They all continued to discus various subjects and Hermione didn’t notice how the time flew away. Before she knew it, it was a quarter to midnight and she had to get ready to leave. She hugged them all and gave Remus a peck on the cheek. At the stroke of midnight, she felt herself being transported and when she could see clearly again, she was standing inside her own room. She sighed.

“Good to see you too,” Voldemort said dryly and got up from the armchair. “How was your trip?”

“They were very happy to get Ginny back,” she answered truthfully. “Then they told me what they had been doing for the last six months. Excuse me; I have to use the bathroom.”

He just sighed and sat down in the armchair again. Hermione went to the bathroom and changed out of her dress and into her house-robe. She was tired and wanted to sleep. She hid the box with potions in the small closet under the sink. She doubted Voldemort had ever opened it. There were only some towels there.

When she had done the things she needed, she got back to the room. Voldemort made a gesture for her to sit down in the armchair next to him. He poured up some tea for her.

“You seem happy,” he noticed.

“I feel happy,” she said with a smile and took a sip from her cup. “It was nice to see my friends again.”

“Was Potter there?” he asked innocently. Too innocently. Hermione got suspicious.

“No, they had no idea where he is. Do you know something?”

Voldemort smiled. “Perhaps. Do you remember what you promised when I gave you that Weasley girl?”

Hermione got a cold feeling in her abdomen. “Yes?”

“Do you remember the part about helping me question new prisoners?”

The cold feeling grew. “Yes.”

He got up and took her hand. She reluctantly stood. However, he only led her to the bed. Now she noticed that she could hardly keep her eyes open.

“Well, then you should sleep now. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow.” He disposed her robe, helped her into the bed and then bent forward to kiss her forehead. “Harry Potter is indeed a prisoner I want your help to question him.”

Surprisingly, Hermione fell asleep as soon as her head touched her pillow.

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Voldemort looked at his sleeping wife. Good thing he had spiced her tea with some sleeping-potion, otherwise she would have been screaming and complaining about what he had done all night. He didn’t want that, he wanted to sleep. Tomorrow would be a busy day.

He got ready for bed and sleep claimed him the moment after he put out the lights. He slept peacefully, as always. However, he was always ready for an attack. So when his lovely wife decided to try to strangle him, he awoke the moment her hands came around his neck. She was on top off him and when he tried to push her off, he realised how heavy she had become. Damn that baby.

The girl looked very angry. Good thing she couldn't do him any harm. As soon as she pressed too hard, the Contract hit her and she fell down on his chest.

“Well, good morning to you too,” he said wryly.

“You drugged me!” she complained.

“Yes that I did. You see, I wanted to sleep and I knew you wouldn’t let me once I told you about your friend.” He used his body to roll her off from him and ended up on top of her instead. His morning erection was poking her in the stomach. It was very uncomfortable to lie on top of her when she was so big. Once the baby was born, he would begin to take a contraceptive potion.

“How long has he been here?” she asked furiously.

“A little more than a week. I haven’t been down to visit him yet. I’m letting him sweat and imagining what horrible things I will do when I do go down there.”

“You are evil!” she spat and tried to push him off.

He shrugged. “I just think it’s clever. Not that I don’t mind a bloody torture session.”

“Of all the horrible things you could have given me for a Christmas present!” He could see tears in her eyes.

“Oh, this is not your Christmas present,” he said with a smile. “I will give that to you later. And if you help me with Potter, I will let you leave the room whenever you want.”

She stared at him. He knew what she was feeling. She wanted to be able to walk around on her own, but she didn’t want to help him torture Potter.

“I could put you under the Imperious Curse,” he offered.

“No,” she said quickly.

“Very well then.” He looked down at her pretty little face. She felt quite nice under his body. “You know, perhaps I could be nicer to your friend.”

She looked suspicious. “How?”

“Well, if you would join me in the shower…”

For a moment she actually looked relieved, then she closed her eyes and sighed.

“It’s up to you. If you want, join me in five minutes.” He got up from the bed and went naked to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and waited until it got warm enough. He hated to stand under cold water. It took four minutes for the girl to get into the bathroom. She didn’t look at him; she just went to the shower stall and turned her back to him.

Voldemort took in her appearance. Her hair lay flat over her head. It had grown down over her shoulder blades now. Her arse was a little bigger than it had been six months before. Not that he minded. It was nice to have something to grab. However, she looked tensed. He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly caressed her back. Her skin was soft and young. He was glad she was so young. If they had married him off to someone old… he shuddered at the thought.

The girl relaxed a little and he put all her hair over one shoulder so he could kiss her throat. She let out a sigh. Her eyes were closed and he could see how she shut down her brain and just tried to feel. He didn’t care. He was quite surprised she had joined him at all. She really wanted him to be nicer at her friend. Or was it something else?

His hand crept down to her pussy and stroked it. He wasn’t in the mood for foreplay at the moment. He would get a lot of foreplay when they were questioning Potter. Perhaps they would have sex two times today.

Surprisingly, he found her already wet.

“You always manages to surprise me, girl,” he mumbled as he spread her legs and pushed his already hard organ into her from behind.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” she murmured.

He chuckled and obeyed her. His left hand was massaging her clit and his right hand was on her right breast. As he sped up, her hands came back and managed to get into his hair. She tugged his head down and his lips found hers. Her kisses always surprised him. She kissed him with such passion.

It only took them a few minutes to climax. He let her come with a scream before he spilled his seed inside of her. Then they just stood their under the sprinkle, his arms still around her. She let her hands fall down and placed them against the wall. Her head was leaning against the wall as well and she was breathing deeply.

He let go of her and quickly showered. “Join me for breakfast in fifteen minutes,” he said before he exited the bathroom. He was feeling much happier now. This questioning session was going to be so much fun!
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