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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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Hello, readers! Here is another chapter, the next one will be longer, I promise! Oh, and there is some mild torture in this… nothing big, just Voldemort not liking his minions…

Review-answers!

Sjauthor; Haha, yes, that is very typical Voldemort! That’s why we like him so much… and hate him!

Lyra Aphrodite Moon; I don’t really think Voldemort will be able to love the baby either… but he will protect his “things”. And no, you didn’t miss anything, it takes some time before Hermione and Voldemort comes up with a name they both like!

desiraes0220; Glad you liked it! I try to update as soon as I can, but there is much going on right now!

Aimee; I’m glad you like it and I hope you’ll like the rest of it as well!

Thank you everyone for reviewing!

Chapter 18

Albus Dumbledore had spent most of his life in Hogwarts. He had seen gifted and less gifted students pass the school’s halls. He had even seen some very gifted students in his days. Tom Riddle and Hermione Granger had been two of them. If they had been at the school at the same time, Dumbledore wouldn’t have been surprised if they ended up as either best friends or arch nemesis. They were very much alike in many ways; ambitious, strong-minded, hard-working and incurable know-it-alls. True, Tom had never felt the need to show off his knowledge all the time like Hermione had. Instead, he had only showed off every time he felt that people needed to be reminded about how talented he was.

Perhaps it had been for the best that they weren’t in the school at the same time. The teacher would probably not have been able to stand them both at the same time.

Nevertheless, now they were together. Dumbledore had no idea what to think of it. Voldemort may be one of the most unpleasant men alive; however, he may also be one of the few people who managed to deal with a girl like Hermione. A less dominating man would not be a challenge for her. She would drive the poor wizard to total submission and that was never good for a relationship.

However, if the two of them found a way to work together, the world would be at their feet. Dumbledore couldn’t allow that. He had tried to kill Voldemort through Hermione twice now, but both times had been unsuccessful. He would have to think of something else.

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A lesser female Death Eater came to the hospital under the appearance of being Hermione’s cousin. Hermione didn’t bother to ask for her real name. She just let the Death Eater Apparate them to the headquarters after the Healers gave her all the things she and the baby would need for the next month. They would go back for a check up after a month, unless they were able to find a private Healer.

Hermione held her son close to her body as the Death Easter lead her to her husband. She was still angry with him, but it was hard to be angry when you had such a lovely little creature next to your chest.

She entered hers and Voldemort’s room after the Death Eater bowed and left. It looked just like it had done two days before, only now there was a small crib at the end of their bed. Voldemort was standing next to it. He smiled when she entered. She glared.

“Why the sore face, Hermione?” he asked.

She blinked. “Why have you started to call me by my name?”

He shrugged and started to walk toward her. “I thought it could be acceptable now when we share a child. Let me hold him.”

Hermione held her son tightly to her body. “Why?”

“I haven’t had a good look at him yet. Let me hold him, or I’ll stun you and take the baby. Stunning isn’t hurting,” he threatened firmly.

Rather than risk dropping the baby, Hermione gave him the boy.

Voldemort smiled as he looked at his son. “He is adorable!”

Hermione arched her eyebrow. “Why do you care?”

Voldemort held the child perfectly. Where had he learned how to do that? “Do you know why Lucius Malfoy isn’t wanted, even though he has done hideous crimes?”

Hermione went over to the bed and sank down. The Healers had given her a pepper-up potion, but it was starting to wear off and she was very tired. “Because he did those things in your name instead of his own, and he is rich so he can get away with it?”

“Besides that,” Voldemort came over to the bed as well.

“No, then I don’t know. Give him back, I have to feed him.”

Voldemort gave their son back to her and Hermione took out a bottle from her backpack.

“Aren’t you going to breast feed him?” Voldemort asked.

“No, I can’t produce milk yet. The Healer said that it may have to do with the curse that put me in labour earlier than expected.”

“Curse? What curse?” Voldemort’s eyes winded.

“Some Dark Arts curse that is probably your fault.”

“How could it be my fault? I can’t hurt you that way,” Voldemort remarked thoughtfully. “Ah, well, about Malfoy.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. Voldemort didn’t notice.

“Most good people believe that bad people don’t know what love is. And it’s very clear to everyone that Lucius loves his wife and son… alas, he can’t be very evil. Also, he is good-looking and that always helps.”

“I think Lucius is evil,” Hermione objected.

“Well, you are not most good people. In fact, I don’t even act very pure and mighty anymore.”

“How very nice of you to say so,” Hermione said dryly and took away the empty bottle from her son’s mouth. Her son let out a small yawn.

“Yes, isn’t it? I can always hope it’s my good influence. Because, unlike what most ‘good’ people think, there is no good or evil. Only in books.”

Hermione sighed. “I know, I know, there is only power, the winner writes history, the one with most power appears to be the good one in the end…”

“Exactly,” he purred and took the baby from her. He threw a towel over his shoulder and placed the child against him. “So now when I have a lovely wife and child, all the good people think I’m not that bad… and hello power.”

Hermione watched in shock how Voldemort made the child burp and then wiped his mouth clean with the towel. Where had he learned that?

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

“Because you are going to help me, my dear. When people ask, you will tell them how good I am with the baby and how lovely I am.”

“I won’t lie for you,” she snorted and took the child from him. The pepper-up potion had completely worn off now and she just wanted to put the baby to sleep and then fall asleep herself.

“But you will,” he purred and leaned closer toward her. “I was very angry when we became married and you got pregnant, but I’m over that. Now, I only see the advantages. You have opened my eyes, Hermione. I don’t need to kill the ones I can manipulate and deceive into following me... and you are going to help me manipulate them.

“No, I won’t,” she said. How could he believe that she would do anything for him?

“Yes, you will, because you will do anything to help your friend.”

Hermione’s eyes widened. “Do you mean Harry?”

Voldemort nodded with a smile. “Yes, I mean Harry. I will let him go. But only if you allow a famous correspondent to interview you. In this interview, you will tell them how wonderful I am, and how good I am with our son. How much I have changed thanks to your love.” He smiled cruelly. “And to prove that I have changed, I will let Harry go.”

Hermione stared at him for several seconds before she answered. “You have already got everything you want out from Harry, right?”

“Yes, and I have put a spell on him so he can’t tell anyone what he have said.”

“You are clever.”

“Thank you.”

With her head spinning out of anger and exhaustion, she slapped him. Not hard, however, hard enough to make her point.

He touched his cheek. “I did not see that one coming.” He got up from the bed. “I’ll send an owl to the newspaper and tell them they can interview you, then I’ll get you a private Healer who will see what kind of curse you are under. I suggest you rest.”

Hermione stared after him. What the hell was wrong with him?

xxx

Voldemort entered the big meeting room. Many of his Death Eaters were already there, sitting in small groups, probably gossiping. Voldemort stood in the doorway for a moment and listened to his Death Eaters. They were talking about him and his new status as a father. It sounded like they were surprised. He closed the door with a bang. It effectively made all the gossip stop. He went to stand at the podium. He was a political leader, not a king, so he liked to stand behind a podium.

He let his eyes wander over his minions. There were lots of them now. He was becoming very popular in other countries. Especially in Asia for some reason. It would be easy to take over the world after he gained immortality. Until then, he would just let the rumour about how good he would be for the world spread.

Some of his Death Eaters appeared uncomfortable. He decided to address them.

“Anything wrong, Rowle?” he asked one of the uncomfortable Death Eaters.

The tall board man cleared his throat. “No, Sire.”

“Don’t lie. Crucio.” The man fell down with a scream. Voldemort was merciful enough not to let the spell go on for long. He turned his attention toward another Death Eater. “What do you say, Featherwell, is anything bothering you?”

The young blond man looked a bit frightened. It was the first time he had been addressed by the Dark Lord. “N-no, my Lord. Not bothering… I… or… Some of us are just a bit… curious about… well… your son.”

Voldemort smiled. “Ah, yes. I do believe I will be a good father.” He stepped down from the podium and started to walk among his Death Eaters. “Discipline is something I have always encouraged. As are knowledge and power. What more do you need to raise a child?”

Some of his Death Eaters chuckled. Voldemort stopped next to a small Death Eater. They were all wearing masks so he wasn’t sure who he was, however, that didn’t matter.

“And I have always known the importance of punishment.” He sent out a small electric shock into the back of the small Death Eater. The man yelped and sank down on the floor. The other Death Eaters laughed. As long as they weren’t the subject of his wand, they always liked to watch a good torture-session.

Voldemort walked back to the podium. “But enough about me. I want to know about the search of magical artefacts in Brazil. Follow me to my office Thomson.”

He never let any Death Eaters share information in a group. They only received hints on what he was doing, never how the missions went (although, they could guess how it went sometimes, Voldemort was not the best when it came to masking his anger). He had a meeting office where he let most of his Death Eaters make their reports.

For the next three hours, he sat in his office and listened to his Death Eaters’ reports. He could hear how the other Death Eaters had some sort of revel in the meeting room. Probably a Muggle they had captured. Animals, all of them. Voldemort could enjoy a little S&M sometimes… mostly it was just sadism… however, he preferred to be alone, or with just a selected few. Not in front two hundred people. That was just showing off.

When he had finished taking reports and giving out new missions, he went back into the meeting room. As he expected, the Death Eaters were enjoying an orgy of sex and alcohol… and some duelling. It looked like someone would end up dead. They were so decadent. Voldemort shocked his head and searched for Severus. He had told the Potions Master not to leave.

He finally spotted the younger man in a dark corner of the room. When he came closer, he also saw the red hair of a woman. Oh, Severus was getting lucky… with Miss Radcliff. Voldemort smirked and went to stand next to the couple. They were too busy to notice him. Severus had his hand on the woman’s arse and she seemed to have her hand wrapped around his cock inside his robes. They were snogging like there was no tomorrow.

Voldemort cleared his throat, but the couple didn’t seem to listen. He sighed and tapped the Potions Master’s arm. Severus broke the kiss with the woman and turned his head. The scowl disappeared when he saw his master.

“My Lord.” Severus didn’t sound like his normal self. Perhaps it was because the woman had decided to attack his neck.

“Severus,” Voldemort said with a smile. “Miss Radcliff.”

The woman looked at him and for a moment. Voldemort wondered if she was about to transform into a werewolf. She actually growled at him. But when Severus squeezed her butt, she purred and went back to what ever she was doing with his neck.

“How ca… oh… can I help you?” Severus asked.

Voldemort looked down at the woman. “Well, don’t let her turn you into a werewolf. There are only two days left until full moon.”

Severus just smirked. If he hadn’t been able to focus on what Voldemort was saying, Voldemort would never have tolerated this. However, Severus was something over the usual. And Merlin knows how much he needed a shag. So Voldemort let it be.

“Once you are done with her, I need you to find the best private Healer you can for my wife.” Voldemort noticed how the woman stopped her movement.

“What’s wrong with Mrs Riddle?” Severus asked.

“If I had the time, I would find out myself,” Voldemort said. “But I don’t, so you get to do it instead. But please, carry on. I want you to find the Healer as soon as you can.”

“Yes, My Lord,” Severus said and turned his focus toward the woman again. Voldemort rolled his eyes and turned to leave, but bumped into Lucius.

“Was that Miss Radcliff,” Lucius asked in a harsh tone.

Voldemort arched his eyebrow. “That is no way to speak to your Master, Lucius. Crucio.” He let Lucius go after just a couple of seconds.

“I… forgive me, my Lord,” Lucius got up on his feet again. “I… I was merely surprised to see Severus with… that werewolf slut.”

Voldemort just rolled his eyes again and let the blond man go. Sometimes it felt like he was the only sane person in the world. He left the room. Now he had to go and see those newly collected artefacts. He had sent a group of Death Eaters to Brazil to look for one of the Cups and they said that they found something they couldn’t identify. It would be interesting to know what it was.

Three more hours and Voldemort came back from the stores empty-handed and with a headache. There had been a cup there, but it had been made of gold and the only thing it did was to turn water in to alcohol. Who would want that anyway? Alcohol was just… something that made you lose control. Why would anyone want to lose control? He sighed. His headache had increased during the last couple of hours. Probably because his wife wasn’t feeling well. He would need to take care of her if he wanted to feel well again. It was very annoying.

When he came back to his bedroom, he found his wife still in the bed, asleep. Their son was lying in the crib, awake. Voldemort picked him up. He knew a lot about babies even if he hated them. There had only been two ways to shut the babies up in the orphanage; either you shut them up for good, or you did what they needed. Since he always got a caning when he tried to put tape over the babies’ mouths, he had learned how to change nappies and feed them.

Not that he would ever put a tape over his own baby’s mouth. That would just be wrong. He wasn’t a devil, he was a wizard. He knew how to use silencing-spells now. The child stared at him. Then he opened his mouth and screamed. Hermione sat up in the bed and he almost groaned as his head started to throb painfully.

“What did you do?” she asked, alarmed.

“Relax,” he answered, annoyed. “He only needs a new diaper. I’ll take care of it… Lolly!”

Their personal House-Elf appeared and Voldemort handed her the baby. Just because he knew how to change a diaper didn’t mean he liked it. He did hate crying babies more than anything. Voldemort went over to his wife instead.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Groggy,” she answered. “Could you help me to the bathroom?”

“So now you want my help?” he asked smugly. But still relieved. If it looked like he didn’t want to help his wife, he may be able to get through this with his dignity intact.

“Well you are going to sleep here too…,” she mumbled.

He chuckled and helped her up. No one enjoyed sleeping in pee. His wife leaned against him as they went to the bathroom.

“Oh, Merlin I feel like I will throw up,” she mumbled.

“You have already done it over me before,” he muttered back and helped her to sit down on the toilet.

She smiled and then bent down her head and closed her eyes. “I’ll need more pain-potion.”

“I don’t think so; you can hardly stand as it is,” he said and leaned against the wall. Giving her a pain-killer may make his headache go away for a while. However Voldemort had never been much for temporary solutions. He needed to do this the hard way.

“But I’m in pain!” He could hear her wince as she started to pee. Good thing neither of them had any modesty “Give me some paper.”

“Do you want me to wipe you too?”

“No.”

He smiled and gave her the paper, then he helped her out to the bed again.

“Why are you helping me?” she asked and tried to find a comfortable position in the bed. “Are you just fussing so I’ll help you with that interview?”

He snorted. “I’m the Dark Lord, I don’t fuss.”

“Yeah, right.” She was lying on her side with her knees bent and her eyes closed. She was quite pale and sweaty.

He sighed and decided to tell her the truth. “If you have to know, I had a headache during the whole time you were in labour. And now it has come back. I know that if I want to make it go away permanently, I have to really heal you.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry you feel bad,” she said sardonically.

He stroked her cheek. Her skin was cold despite the sweat. “Severus will find a Healer for you. But I thought I would go to the library and look at the books you were last using. Could you tell me where they are?”

She sighed. “I keep notes on everything I read. Every time I have finished a book, I write down the date and title. It should be there somewhere.”

“You are such a wonderful pedant researcher,” he said with a smirk. “Call for Lolly if you need anything to eat. I’ll be back later.”

She just nodded and closed her eyes. Voldemort watched her a moment before he got up. He truly was worried for her. How could she get so sick so fast? Determined to find the answers, both for her sake and for his, he went to the library. This would be a long night.
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