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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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New chapter! I had this censored for fanfiction.net, but you will be able to read the whole thing! But it’s not anything bad, just sex. I just thought it was more than I usually write so I decided to censor it a bit.

Lyra Aphrodite Moon; Okay, I promise to spell it out nice and clear the next time it’s something nasty. There will only be some heavy smut in this one! Don’t worry!

Ah, well, Africans was just cattle for the Europeans. They were not “civilised” (aka, they didn’t have any good weapon and couldn’t defend themselves) and they didn’t believe in God so they wasn’t worthy humans. There was one Englishman who said that “The more land we control, the better for the world”. The thought about “everyone has the same value” is very new and didn’t really begin before after World War II. I don’t say that it was right to treat the Africans that way, I think it’s very horrible, but consider what people valued those days, and it’s not hard to understand. At least not if you are an historian, then it’s kind of your job to understand these things. I will become a very cynical woman when I’m done with university. Oh, well…

Thanks everyone for your reviews! Here you have chapter 16!

Chapter 16

It was the morning of New Year’s Eve, and the weather was stormy. The wind was howling and without magic, it would have been impossible to keep the room warm. The first thing Voldemort did when he woke up was cast a warming spell over the bed. His wife was still asleep and she didn’t seem to be bothered by the cold. She slept on peacefully with her hands on her big stomach.

Voldemort wasn’t in the mood to leave the bed just yet. It was not even six am and if the newspaper was right, the storm hadn’t reached its peak yet. It would hopefully be over in the evening. Since it was quite risky to Apparate in this weather (body parts could blow away before you managed to put them all together, or you could land somewhere dangerous and get a tree in your head), there was very little he could do. Except researching. This would be a perfect day to find out if the girl had had any breakthroughs. Although for that, she needed to be awake. He wouldn’t make the mistake to wake her up before she was ready. The last time he did that, he got a pillow in his head and she had been sour and annoying all day. It wasn’t worth it.

Instead, he hissed softly for Besch. The little serpent made her way up into the bed and stopped on Voldemort’s chest.

“What has my mate done this last couple of days?” he asked the serpent in Parsel.

“She is always sitting with those book-things,” Besch complained. “No fun. Only fun was when half-female came and yelled.”

“Half-female?” Voldemort asked.

Besch nodded and told him how his wife had spoken to the “half-female” who smelled like wolf. Voldemort didn’t know who this half-female was, although he guessed it was a werewolf. He would ask the girl about it. Besch told him that the girl and the half-female had spoken about power and some favour, however, she was unable to repeat the whole conversation. Voldemort stroked the serpent and listened with half an ear when she started to tell him about the mouse she had found a couple of hours ago.

So the girl tried to make friends? Well, he wasn’t surprised. Hopefully she would make the right kind of friends. It sounded like this half-female could be good for her. She would need another woman to talk to once the child was born. He knew woman loved to talk about their little babies and he didn’t want to listen to it. Hmm, speaking of the baby, he should call that Healer and ask her to do a check-up. If something was wrong with the baby, it would be even harder to care for it. He didn’t want that.

He was pulled out from his thoughts when he heard a gasp from his right. His wife had woken up and she had probably seen the serpent. He couldn’t help but to smile. Her fear was so amusing.

“Do you have to have her in the bed?” his very annoyed wife asked.

“Well, you were asleep and I didn’t have anyone to talk to,” he said and turned his head toward her. “And it was too early to get up.”

The girl had a frown on her forehead. “Why are you even awake?”

“It was cold,” he simply answered and helped Besch down to the floor before he turned his whole body toward his wife. “You didn’t seem to notice.”

She snorted. “No, I feel like a walking fireplace. I guess it’s because of the baby.”

He placed a hand on her stomach and nodded. She was very warm. He removed his hand. “I was thinking about getting you a Healer. Any wishes?”

She seemed surprised. “No I don’t know any Healers, but thanks for asking.”

He just smiled. He had been quite sure she didn’t know anyone, so it was safe to ask for her opinion. She yawned and he watched as she absentmindedly scratched her breast. He arched an eyebrow as her finger started to move around her own nipple. What was she doing?

She suddenly noticed that he was staring and blushed furiously when she realised what she was doing.

“Don’t stop for my sake,” he said with a smirk.

“I… oh, it’s just a breast!”

“I know what it is.” He was still smirking. “But it looked like you were about to… pleasure yourself.”

She bit her lip, but didn’t meet his eyes. That was why her next words surprised him so much.

“Perhaps you could help me,” she mumbled.

Both his eyebrows rose. “What?”

“You… well, with the baby… I’m feeling quite horny all the time but… I can barely reach myself anymore.”

Voldemort just stared at her. He hadn’t thought she enjoyed sex. Well, she seemed to enjoy it when they were in the middle of it but… wait. Did the girl mean she used to masturbate? All the time? He could feel himself harden. He was a man after all, and the thought of his wife masturbating all the time was very arousing. He could feel a smile creeping up on his face.

“So. You want my help?”

She bit her lip. “Yes please. Er…”

“What?”

“Could you… uhm… pleasuremeorally?”

Voldemort smirked. “Sorry, I didn’t quite get that?”

She took a deep breath, he cheeks flaming nicely. He liked the reactions he got out from her.

“I just wondered if you could… use your tongue on me… down there?” the last words were spoken in a whisper.

“You mean down here?” he asked teasingly and captured her nipple between his lips. She gasped as he slowly played with her nipple between his teeth.

“Ah… perhaps a little lower?” she suggested in a husky voice.

He travelled to the underside of her breast and nibbled the sensitive skin. She groaned and her legs fell open. He chuckled at her wanton reaction and slowly kissed his way down to her thigh. He left small love-bites on the inside of her thighs before he got to her weeping cunt. He couldn’t really see her face because of the stomach, he could only hear her moans. He chuckled and parted her labia with his fingers. The girl buckled but he took his time and slowly stroked her with his thumb and blew air against her cunt.

She was very wet when he slowly let his tongue wander over her opening. He had never been fond of the taste, but what didn’t you do for the people you wanted information from? When he was done with this, he was certain the girl would be more than happy to tell him who she met in the library. However he quickly grew tired of moving his tongue in and out of her cunt, so he let it travel up to her clit instead. He sucked hard and placed two fingers inside of her. When she reached climax, he let go of her and went to lie next to her instead. He slowly stroked her stomach as she came down from her orgasm.

“Kiss me!” she begged.

He hesitated, but then obeyed her. Her hands came up to his hair and she kissed him harder than he had expected. He slowly counted the seconds. He had learnt that if he kissed for more than twenty seconds, his body would start to betray him. His little succubus for a wife held more power over his body than he wanted. It was frightening how her kisses could make him loose control. He had never meant for their relationship to go past occasional shags. But then again, he had never meant for them to have a child either.

After nineteen seconds, he pulled away. The girl looked blissful. He sighed and tried to ignore the longing feeling in his groin. When she told him what he needed to know, he could shag her.

“Besch told me you met a friend in the library the other day, how did she managed to get in?” he asked in a low voice.

“You mean Reya? Malfoy brought her,” his wife answered in a light tone.

Reya? Who the hell was Reya?

“But I don’t know if we are friends,” she continued. “I just tried to comfort her a little. Did you know that she was sick?”

Oh. That Reya. Or Miss Radcliff. He could see his wife and Miss Radcliff as friends. Miss Radcliff had never been any trouble. A bit of a loner, although she always seemed content... except when she got “sick” as she called it.

“What’s wrong with her anyway? She acts like everyone knows what it is…”

“Oh, everyone knows what it is,” Voldemort said with a smile. “She is a werewolf.”

The girl looked surprised. “A werewolf? But she is so… small. And she seems so young.”

“She is one of the few people who were born as a werewolf.”

“Can werewolves get children?” she seemed very surprised.

“The males have no problem conceiving a child. Their children won’t necessarily become a werewolf. But if both parents are werewolves, the child, if it survives in the mother’s womb, will become a werewolf.”

“If it survives?” she asked.

“Yes, if the mother is a werewolf, it’s very unlikely that the child will survive the monthly transformation. Only if the father is a werewolf, the child stands a chance.”

She sighed and turned toward him, her hand came up to his chest. “You know so much.”

“I know,” he answered smugly. “What did you and Miss Radcliff talk about?”

“Not much… Girl talk.”

“What did Miss Radcliff and Malfoy do? I assume you mean Lucius, by the way.”

“Exchanging favours,” she mumbled. Her hand was creeping down over his abdomen. “Perhaps… I should do you a favour?”

“You really are horny,” he remarked as her small hand grasped his erect cock.

“There's nothing wrong with that, everyone has needs,” she said and slowly started to move her hand over his cock.

“Of course they do, dear,” he mumbled, enjoying the feeling of her hand on his cock. “But if you are going to continue that, I will have to ask you to put on some lubrication, otherwise it will be quite… raw.”

She smiled a wicked smile and before he knew it, she was on top of him, lowering herself onto his member. He hissed in surprise and then groaned when he felt her tightness around him. Normally, he would have changed their position so he was on top. However, it was quite fun to watch her bounce up and down over his hardness. She was caressing her own breasts and her mouth was half open. Her hair was flying around her head… it was a bit curly. Perhaps it was time for an appointment for a hairdresser again? Her eyebrows were quite big as well.

His thoughts stopped when his wife suddenly stiffened and let out a long moan. Her vagina turned incredibly tight. It felt like she was milking him! He groaned, but didn’t allow himself to ejaculate. Instead, he sat up and made the climaxing girl turn around so she was kneeling with her arse up in the air. He had to help her hold balance, but when she came down from her orgasm, he pushed into her again. She moaned as he drove into her hard and fast. This was the fun part. He could be as tough as he liked and his wife would just enjoy it! Although, he had to slow down when the girl almost fell off the bed. He adjusted their positions and whipped the sweat away from his forehead.

The girl buckled back against him and he took that as a sign to continue. Which he was more than happy to do. He looked down at where they were connected. His cock was covered in her juices, as were her thighs. Her cunt had gone from pink to red and he could feel how big her clit was. It must be full of blood. He rubbed it and she screamed in ecstasy. While he continued to put pressure on her clit, he pumped into her faster. It made her climax for the third time. This time, he allowed himself to come as well. He fell down on his side instead of on top of her. She was still moaning softly as she snuggled her back against him. He was too tired to push her away.

“Voldemort?”

“Hmm?” His eyes were closed and his head was swimming in post orgasmic bliss.

“You know, now that I have Besch, I can leave whenever I want…”

“Not until the baby is born.” Her hair smelled quite nice. He inhaled her scent.

“Yeah, I know. But… don’t you think I should have my wand, then? I am your wife, what if I have to protect myself?”

That sounded logical. He didn’t want her to get hurt. Not much anyway. It wouldn’t be good if someone else harmed her. He had other enemies besides the Order. People who wouldn’t care that she was just a girl.

“Mm, you should.”

“Perhaps I could get it right now? What if I have forgotten something?”

Wait a minute. The girl was trying to trick him into giving her the wand back! And she had used sex to do it! Merlin, he was very bad influence over her.

“Nice try,” he mumbled into her hair. “You would never forget a spell. Why do you need your wand now?”

He could feel her tense. “I-I just miss it.”

“Right.” He sat up and turned her onto her back. “What are you after?”

She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“Answer me,” he said softly and tilted her chin upwards.

She looked at him with guilty eyes. “I just want to do magic again. I feel helpless without it.”

He arched his eyebrow. “Why do I get the feeling you are lying?”

She sighed. “Look, even if I get my wand, what can I do against you? I can’t hurt you.”

He frowned. “But you can work against me. Are you working against me?”

“Nooo.” She blinked.

“You are lying,” he said in disbelief. “You are trying to free Potter, aren’t you?”

Her eyes hardened. “He is my best friend; of course I’m trying to free him!”

He sighed and his hand travelled down to her stomach. “Husbands stand above best friends, girl. You should be helping me, not him!”

“How can I help a man who clearly doesn’t even know what my name is?” she spat back.

“I know what you name is,” he hissed. “It’s Hermione Riddle. And our child will be called Riddle. Your loyalties should be lying with me! The father of your child! I provide for you! I keep you safe! I fuck you when you want me too!”

Her eyes were wide and she looked a bit scared. “But you never ask for my opinion. You never ask what I want, what I dream about. We may be married on the paper, but I’m not your wife.”

“In all fairness, Hermione, you never ask me what I want or dream about either.” He rolled off her and got up from the bed. “But if you want to have that damned wand so much, I’ll give it to you. But remember that if anything happens to Potter, I’ll know you did it.”

He went into the bathroom and closed the door. Why did he suddenly feel so depressed?

xxx

Hermione weighed her wand in her hand. It felt just like it had done seven months ago. She swung it and some red stars escaped from the tip. She smiled and cast a silent spell. A flower appeared. She couldn’t help but to laugh. It felt so nice to have a wand in her hand again. She had felt handicapped without it.

“Thank you,” she said and looked up at her husband. She wasn’t angry at him anymore, but he still seemed to be angry with her.

He just grunted and placed a couple of books on the dark table. They were in the library. She had arrived there a couple of hours earlier to do some more research. He had got there just a moment ago, handing her the wand.

“Show me what you have found,” he ordered and took up a piece of parchment with her handwriting on.

“I haven’t found much,” she confessed. “There is so much to go through from the library in Switzerland, and all of it is very exciting…”

“I told you to look for the Cups,” he hissed as he read through the scroll. “What is this?”

She took the scroll. “Oh, it’s about how to grow up as a magical prince. I thought that, since our child will be… well, not a prince, but he or she will be very famous. Everyone will know who he is. And this book was very informative… and quite sad. He fell in love with a Muggle, and his father killed her when he found out he had made her pregnant. But he didn’t seem so sad, because a couple of months later, he was together with his sister’s maid…”

“Very interesting, indeed,” Voldemort interrupted her. “And I will do the exact same thing if my son sleeps with a Muggle.”

“Then I’ll make sure you never founds out,” Hermione muttered under her breath. Voldemort gave her a questioning look. “Er… What if it is a girl?”

“Well, then I would torture the Muggle and force her to have an abortion. It’s bad enough that my in-laws are Muggles, I will not stand for a Muggle son-in-law. In fact, I think I’ll decide whom our child will marry.”

Hermione looked at him where he sat with his nose in another scroll. It was still snowing outside, but the fireplace behind his chair made the room warm enough. Hermione stood and went over to the nearest bookshelf. Voldemort’s library couldn’t compete with the one in Hogwarts, however it was quite impressive. She had done some redecorating and placed all the books she hadn’t read in a new shelf. When she was done with it, she placed them in an alphabetized order with the rest of the books.

“Speaking of my parents,” she said as she sat down with a new book. “Do you know anything?” She had thought about it a lot the last week, but never got the opportunity to ask him. Something else always came in the way.

His eyes stopped moving over the text. He sighed and looked up. “As I had suspected, they are not recorded in our files. It could be a lesser Death Eater who wanted to have fun and decided to kill them, but since there was no Dark Mark over their house, I doubt it.”

“Who did it then?” she asked.

“How should I know?” his eyes started to move over the text again. “This is ridiculous; do all your thoughts revolve around the child?”

“Is it the one about how to change nappies with magic?”

“Yes.”

“Then you are just unlucky, I only have those two scrolls.”

He made a grimace and took up another scroll instead. Hermione tried to focus on the book in front of her, but she couldn’t stop thinking about her parents. She had been very sad when she found out they were missing, however, she had managed to live with it. Nevertheless, she wanted to know what had happened to them! She wasn’t naïve enough to think they were still alive, but she wanted to know. Who had taken them? Or had they been in an accident?

“I want to visit Remus,” she said.

Voldemort looked up at her with a frown. “The werewolf? Whatever for?”

“I want to know what happened to my parents.”

“I’m your husband; shouldn’t you be asking me for help?” Did he sound jealous?

“Do you care about what happened to my Muggle parents?” She arched her eyebrows.

“No.”

“And if you found out what happened to them, would you tell me?”

“Of course I would!” he said, sounding like she had insulted him.

“Even if you found out that they were still alive?”

He blinked.

“I thought so.” She got up from the chair.

He sighed. “Fine, I promise I’ll tell you about your parents. If I find anything. And if you want to talk to the werewolf so damn much, you can owl him and tell him how you are. However, I will read the letter before you send it.”

She crossed her arms. “But I want to meet him!”

“You can meet him once the child is born,” he said in a final tone.

She knew it wasn’t any use to argue. He had already given her the wand back; he would only get angry if she pushed it. She sat down at the table again and opened the book. The wind kept blowing outside. Blowing in the New Year.
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