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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 everyone! Lady-Gizzy have worked very fast with this one so I'm able to update today! Whiii! And some small things I want you to consider; I'm 19 and I have never had a child. I have talked to people who have had children and I have read a lot of information from hospitals, but mostly, I'm just guessing how Hermione's condition is and... well, I have tried to make it as believable as I can so don't bite my head off! Perhaps it's different for witches?

By the way, in this chapter, Hermione are able to hurt Voldemort because she doesn't think it will hurt as much as it does... Hihi... Take care and if I don't have time to update before Christmas, have a merry Christmas/yule/Hanukkah or whatever you are celebrating. And if you aren't celebrating anything, just have a nice week!

Review answers!

Sjauthor; Yes, Dumbledore is a sneaky little bastard. And you are wrong, Dumbledore didn’t try to kill Voldemort through Hermione after she had sent the postcard… there is two other times, but I don’t say too much! You’ll find out… well, it will take some time, but you will find out!

Lyra Aphrodite Moon; You will find out what’s wrong with Hermione in this chapter! And I do believe Severus will defend his lady wolf against Lucius… but I won’t write about it in this story. I have written a small one-short spin-off about those two, but I don’t know if I’ll post it… I think I have to rewrite a few things first! And sometimes I like Lucius too, but I don’t think I’m able to write a nice Lucius… sorry!

Wistful-Stargazer; Haha, if he does have feeling for her, I don’t think he will admit it to anyone for a while… Oh, well, I’m glad you liked the story! Hope you enjoy this one as well!

Heidi191976; Nope it has nothing to do with Dumbledore, sorry. It will take sometime before you find out how Dumbledore has tried to kill Voldemort. So far, only one has guessed correctly and she guessed that a very long time ago! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Marieve; Wow, I’m glad you like the story and I hope you won’t throw your laptop out the window because of it! Yes, Voldemort does seem to care more for Hermione, but I don’t think he’ll admit it to anyone. Oh, and Harry… yes… sad story, very sad story… it will take a couple of more chapter before you find out what happens to him.

Haha, yes, Reya Radcliff only intended to use Severus… but I think she has fallen a bit for him. More about that in this chapter! Hope you’ll like it!

Enjoy!

Chapter 19

Hermione was well aware of her surroundings, even if she was pretending to be asleep. It was the middle of the night and her fever was rising again. She knew Voldemort didn’t like it when she touched him, however, now she needed his body heat. He was lying on his side with his face in her direction. She crawled closer to him and put her ice cold nose against his chest. He mumbled something, but didn’t wake. She put an arm over his waist and pressed herself against his body. That made him wake up.

“What are you doing?” he mumbled.

She didn’t answer. Her eyes were closed. She could hear him sigh as he rearranges his body parts. His arms came around her and he placed his hand at her neck, making her bend her head a little so her nose wasn’t in contact with his body.

“You’ll pay for this,” he said with a yawn and fell asleep again. Hermione did the same. She didn’t care what he would do. She just wanted some comfort.

xxx

In the morning, Voldemort was gone. Professor Snape and another man were standing next to her bed instead. Her eyes widened and she pulled her blanket closer around her body.

“Who are you?” she asked hoarsely.

The unknown man smiled a toothless smile. He seemed ancient and not very healthy. His head was bald with a thick grey beard. She thought he looked like an evil wizard from one of her old fairytale books.

“Don’t worry, Mrs Riddle,” Snape said in a boring voice. “We are already done with the examination. I’ll brew a potion for you and Mr Boham here will speak to your husband.”

“What? You did an examination while I was asleep?” she asked, a bit horrified.

“Yes,” the old man said in a low hoarse voice. “The Dark Lord is a lucky wizard.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed and she was about to retort when her head began to spin as it had done for the last couple of days. “What is wrong with me, then?”

“We think that you have been reading the wrong books, Mrs Riddle. Or at least one too many. The last book you read contained a strong toxic curse which has been infecting your blood stream. Your body started the labour earlier so it would have more power to fight the curse off. Lucky for you, the Healers at St Mungos managed to remove the curse from your body. Although I’m afraid the damage was already done. What you need is to heal your blood stream,” the old man said with an unpleasant smile. Hermione didn’t like him one bit.

“I thought they did a Cleansing at St. Mungos?” She didn’t know much about healing and now it really annoyed her.

“They did and it removed the active curse, not the damages. Once your husband comes back, we will inject a healing potion into your veins. When we have done that, your fever will either raise or sink a lot since your blood won’t be able to control your temperature. You may black out for a minute, and you will probably feel quite sick. Once it is over, you’ll feel better.”

Hermione looked from Snape to the Healer (if he really was a Healer), but before she had time to say anything, Voldemort entered.

“Shall we begin?” he asked.

The other two nodded and Hermione’s eyes widened. “How long will it take?”

“A couple of minutes, it depends on how good a heart you have.” The Healer took up a needle and a tube and handed it to Snape. Snape filled the tube with some greenish potion and gave it back to the Healer. Hermione closed her eyes as they took her arm. She wasn’t afraid of needles, but she didn’t like them. There was a small sting and then… Hermione moaned when it felt as if her heart had started to race. Her head was spinning even if she closed her eyes. She felt extremely cold and then extremely hot. She cried out.

Then it was all over. She opened her watery eyes and looked up at the three men. Snape seemed uncomfortable, the old man was smiling and Voldemort was pinching the area between his eyes.

“Leave,” he ordered the other two.

Hermione looked at him, confused. She was feeling much better already. Why did he seem to be so annoyed?

The two men left and Voldemort pulled down her blanket with a grimace. “Let’s get you to the shower…”

Then, she noticed that she was wet on her legs and arse. There was a funny smell…

She groaned. “Don’t tell me that I wet myself?”

“Fine,” he mumbled and dragged her into the bathroom. “Let’s pretend it never happened…”

Hermione groaned again as Voldemort turned on the sprinkles. “I did…”

“Do you think you can wash yourself?” he asked. Now she noticed that he seemed to be very uncomfortable too.

“Yes. What’s wrong with you? I’m the one who peed in the bed. but it was during a special procedure so…”

He just shook his head. “We won’t talk about it. Just shower and I will… make sure some elf takes care of the bed.”

Hermione stared at him. “So… you don’t like pee?”

He scowled and left the bathroom. Hermione smirked at the closed door. It was nice to know that Voldemort wasn’t above all things human. He didn’t like pee in the bed. It was a very… normal thing not to like.

After half an hour, she was done and felt very tired again. Not sleepy, just tired. She went out to their room and saw that Voldemort had ordered some lunch for them. He was currently feeding their son with a bottle. Hermione couldn’t resist smiling as she sank down on the couch next to him. He just seemed so normal (despite the red eyes).

She took a slice of bread and some ham and slowly chewed it. It was annoying that you could be so worn out by just taking a shower. Not that it was strange; she had just given birth and been quite sick. Still… now when she was feeling better she wanted to get back on track again.

“You are quite good at that,” she remarked when she had eaten the first sandwich.

“I’m just doing it until you can start to give milk,” he answered shortly.

Hermione touched her breast with her hand. It felt quite… achy. Not like it wanted to produce milk, though. She sighed and drank some tea from her blue cup. After seven months of marriage, she had her own cup. The House-Elves always gave her the same blue cup. Voldemort used a plain white one.

After a couple of silent minutes, Voldemort put the child over his shoulder and started to eat some tuna salad. He noticed she was looking at him. “What?”

She smiled. “I would just never have guessed that you were such a natural with children.”

“Not children. Child. My child. I’m good with my child. And I’m good at everything if I find a purpose for doing it.”

Her smile faded. “Yes, about that… I won’t let you use our child.”

He arched an eyebrow. “You don’t have a choice.”

“It’s my son!”

“Well, you are mine as well… so everything you have, I have.” He removed the child from his shoulder and wiped the spit away from the baby’s mouth.

“And you are mine!” she hissed. “I have everything you have as well!”

He shook his head with a small smile on his face. “You are naïve, Hermione. You don’t have any power over me.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Haven’t I? I could feed you false information about the Cups. I could pass on information about you to your enemies. I could help the Death Eaters overthrow you! And you can’t do anything to stop me, because then you would have to make me stay in our room all day… and then you would get a headache.”

He simply blinked. “Do you honestly think that I haven’t considered this before? Sure, you could feed me false information, that’s why I double check everything you say. What information could you pass on to my enemies that could be dangerous to me? That I snore? How long my cock is? And before you try to get my Death Eaters to rebel against me, let me remained you that you are just a Mudblood. The only reason they don’t torture and kill you right now is because I have told them not to.”

Hermione pressed her lips tightly together. “I’m getting very tired of your misapprehension that I’m stupid and lame.”

“I don’t think you are stupid. Quite the opposite. That’s why I let you do my research,” he said serenely.

“I mean when it comes to manipulation!” She snarled and flew up. “I do know more about you than how long your cock is!”

“Really?” he said mockingly. “Like what?”

“I won’t tell you! I will use it against you!” She stalked off to the fireplace and threw in some Floo powder.

Before she could pass through, she was pressed up against the wall, face first. Her husband held her wrists in a tight grip over her head as he pressed his body against hers.

“Don’t play with me, Hermione,” he murmured softly into her ear. “I have been very nice toward you. You don’t want that to change.”

“You can’t harm me!” she spat back.

He chuckled and it sent shivers down her spine. “Not physically, no… but we both now how responsive you are to mental torture. Now when my son is born, I don’t have to be so careful…”

She could feel his heart beat against her back, and also his hardness against her arse. “I hope you are not hoping for a fuck up against the wall.”

“What if I were?” he purred.

“I have just given birth, you idiot,” she hissed. “Even with magic, I have to wait a couple of months before I can have sex again. My vagina has to heal and then some women get too dry to have sex when they breastfeed!”

He was quiet, but didn’t let you of her. “Well… there are other… options.”

“Don’t even think about it!” she said and started to struggle.

He chuckled and finally let go of her. She turned around and glared at him. He stared at her with such hot eyes that it almost made her blush. Was he going to kiss her? She wouldn’t mind if he did… for someone who didn’t normally kiss, he was very good at it. She could feel her anger disappear.

His hand came up in her hair and she closed her eyes. She could feel him lean closer against her. She could feel his breath on her lips…

“We have to do something about your hair.”

She opened her eyes. His face was half an inch away from hers. He was smiling. She kneed him in his groin and then moaned when her head started to throb. Voldemort had sunk down on his knees and was groaning. She could feel a pang of triumph run through her.

“Fucking Mudblood slut,” he hissed.

“Blame yourself,” she retorted, went over to the fireplace threw in some Floo-powder again. “If you only could be a little nicer…” With her nose in the air, she stepped through.

A moment later she was in the library. She didn’t go to her normal section; instead she went to the small area which held fictional books. Some of them Muggle. She didn’t know why Voldemort had Muggle literature in his library, although she guessed he had got it sometime and now didn’t have the heart to throw them away. She had noticed that if there was anything Voldemort loved, it was books.

She took a silly romance novel and went to her favourite armchair. She felt that she could need some romance in her life right now.

xxx

Voldemort didn’t speak with her for almost two weeks. Hermione only saw him once, but he gave her such a cold look that almost scared her from ever talking to him again. She got the feeling she had hurt more than his genitals when she kneed him. The thought made her smug. He would probably try to get some vengeance done. She didn’t care. There was always something he didn’t like about her behaviour and she was certain he liked to punish her.

She spent most of her time in the library with her son and Besch, quickly recovering. Her son was still too young to understand anything, although it didn’t seem to bother Besch. Hermione could hear the serpent talking to the baby while she was reading. Hermione knew the serpent would never harm the boy, and she thought they looked quite cure together. She often found the boy with Besch’s tail in his hand while he was asleep. Almost like the serpent was a teddy bear.

However, since Voldemort didn’t talk to her and she wasn’t sick anymore, she found herself very bored. Thankfully, Reya Radcliff showed up one evening. Voldemort had, through Snape, ordered her to mark all dangerous books in the library so Hermione wouldn’t get sick again. Hermione was surprised, but grateful for the company.

“Do you know there is a snake in your baby’s crib?” Reya once asked.

Hermione, who had been doing some sit-ups on the floor, looked up. “Ah, yes. Well, he is his father’s son after all.”

Reya smiled at that and went to sit next to Hermione on the floor. “Why are you doing that?”

“You mean sit-ups? I want to get back on track. The stomach doesn’t look so nice after given birth to a child. Thankfully, I don’t have any big stretch marks. It’s the only good thing with giving birth at a young age, it’s easier for the body to regain its former glory,” Hermione said with a sneer.

Reya leaned back against the wall. “You don’t strike me as shallow.”

Hermione sighed. “It’s not because of shallowness. I want to be able to deal with my husband. He works out all the time and I don’t…” She shivered when she thought about all those times he had restrained her against the wall, bed, floor or any other place he saw suitable.

“I see,” Reya said with sympathy. “I guess it’s no use to try to manipulate him either.”

Hermione shook her head and then stretched. “He already knows all the tricks in the book.”

“Have you tried to manipulate his emotions?” Reya asked in a low voice.

Hermione looked at Besch, but she didn’t seem to hear what they were talking about. “How do you mean?”

Reya leaned closer. “Well, if there is one thing I have learned about Death Eaters, it is that they are very jealous. You should have seen the look on Lucius face when I told him I was with Severus now.” They had already talked about Reya’s insane love for the Potions Master. Hermione didn’t understand how anyone could love the snarky git, but Reya was just weird that way.

“I guess he wasn’t happy?” Hermione said with a small smile.

Reya shook her head. “He attacked me. but Severus was there and he used the Cruciatus on him.” Reya got one of those happily-in-love looks again. Most of the time, Hermione wondered what such a nice woman like Reya was doing among the Death Eaters, but then she would always say or do something that made Hermione question her sanity. Like thinking that torturing someone was an act of love.

Despite that, Hermione spent much time with the strange red haired woman during the next two weeks. It was during on of their talks Voldemort finally started to talk with her again.

Hermione and Reya were sitting in library talking about sex. Reya did her best to make Hermione blush while she told her about her latest night with Snape. Perhaps Hermione had been spending too much time with Voldemort, but she didn’t blush.

“… and then he crept up on me while I was in the shower,” Reya told her with a devilish smile. “Next think I know I’m on the floor with his cock…” The werewolf froze and a small blush finally found its way up her cheek.

Hermione turned around and saw her husband standing there with a raised eyebrow.

“If I knew what kind of subjects you talked about, I would have recorded your conversations a long time ago,” Voldemort said and came up to them. He placed a hand on Hermione’s shoulder. “What a pity that I can’t stay and enjoy them… Or you.”

Reya was looking down at her hands. Hermione felt both sorry and angry for the other woman. Voldemort was such a prick. She stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Reya.”

The other woman simply nodded before she hurried away. Hermione sighed, then turned to her husband and glared at him. “That wasn’t nice!”

He looked back. “I’m not nice.”

“What has Reya ever done to you?” she demanded.

“Well, she is distracting one of my most useful spies.” He smiled cruelly.

“She is in love with him!” Hermione declared angrily. “And you are married, you shouldn’t go and… and… indicate things like that!”

He seemed amused. “Jealous, are we?”

“No!” she exclaimed. “I just don’t think it’s… appropriate. Especially not when your wife sits right next to you!”

“You mean the same wife who did her best to make sure I would never conceive again?”

“What do you…? Oh…” She bit her lip and remembered when she had kneed him.

He huffed. “Well, no harm done. We’ll see if we can say the same thing about you after the day is over.” He smiled an unpleasant smile before he turned around to leave. “Martial Arts in the Discipline Room in half an hour. Be there. Appropriately dressed.”

Hermione watched him as he Flooed to the “Discipline Room”. For a moment she thought about disobeying him. Although, she was curious to see what it was. And Voldemort always got so angry when she disobeyed him.

Sighing, she took up her son and Besch from the crib next to the big window and took the Floo back to their room. Voldemort had already laid out a training outfit on the bed. She quickly put it on and then went to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later she Flooed to the Discipline Room. Lolly would take care of the baby and Hermione didn’t think she would need her serpent guardian.

When Hermione stepped into the room, the first thing she noticed was the cold. It couldn’t be more than sixty degrees Fahrenheit. It was a big square room with mirrors on the long walls and different gymnastic things and weapons on the short walls. The floor was made of some dark wood and the only light came from the windows which were sitting high up on the walls. It looked a little like a PE classroom she had had in her first Muggle school. but it wasn’t children playing in here. It was filled with Death Eaters. Most of them were doing some sort of personal exercise, but two different couples were fighting. One with wands and the other one hand-to-hand. She recognised a few of her Death Eaters from Lucius party, even if she didn’t know their names.

Voldemort came up to her and eyed her from head to toe. “Good. Warm up, I want to see how you are in combat.” He was about to leave but then hesitated. He lifted his wand and cast a spell over her. “There… now all your internal organs are protected for the next hour.” He left.

Hermione stared after him. She was sure he was serious but… she hadn’t been in a fight for months! And even if she was recovered from giving birth and being sick, she hadn’t began to train for combat. Voldemort knew that! Prick.

She looked at the Death Eaters. Some of them had begun to throw punches at each other. Very few of them were smaller than she. She sighed and began to jog around, looking at everything in the room. It only took her a couple of minutes to get warm enough. She stopped and worked through the body with different stretching exercises so she wouldn’t hurt herself once she started to fight. Even if Voldemort had put a protective shield around her internal organs, she was sure she would get a lot of bruises. He probably wanted to humiliate her.

He came over to her again. This time he was holding two knives in his hands. Her knives. The ones she had got from Remus and Lucius had taken from her when she first came here. She took them and felt their weight in her hands.

“You’ll go a fight against Antonin,” Voldemort said and led her through the room. “The first to draw blood wins.”

Wait? Draw blood? She looked up and saw Dolohov standing in the middle of the room. Hermione couldn’t help but to feel nervous. The dark man looked so… confident. Hermione took a deep breath and stopped a couple of yards away from him. He only had one knife in his hand. Well, that was a relief. As long as she could block it, she would be okay.

“Begin!” Voldemort said in a loud voice.

Hermione felt her heartbeat increase. She slowly started to walk around her opponent. He did the same. Everyone else had stopped with their training in favour of watching theirs. Hermione didn’t care; she concentrated on the man in front of her. With the knives in her hands, she felt her body wake up. She knew the movements. He made a fake attack, she didn’t move. Remus had taught her everything about fake attacks. It was a way to scare the opponent. She wouldn’t show her fear.

Dolohov did two more fake attacks before he attacked her for real. She blocked him and danced away. She could see the surprise in his eyes. Her confidence rose. She could do this. He made another attack, she blocked and attacked him with her other knife. This time, he danced away.

For the next ten minutes, they gave each other a couple of bruises, but nothing more. Unfortunately, Hermione began to feel tired. It was very tiring to fight and Hermione wasn’t in the best of condition. Dolohov was sweaty, although he didn’t seem to be tired. He made a final attack. Hermione lifted her arm to block, but he changed his attack and made her drop the knife instead. She winced when the handle of his knife hit her fingers. She pulled out her other knife, but he grabbed her hand and tripped her. With a huff, she fell down with him on top of her. She dropped her other knife and he placed his against her throat. Hermione sighed. He had defeated her. However, instead of get off her, he smirked. Hermione’s eyes narrowed. He had won, why didn’t he move?

Her answer came when Voldemort stepped up to them. “I believe I said that you would fight until blood was drawn.”

Dolohov smiled. Hermione tried to knock his knife out of his hand, but he took them and nailed them to the floor before he put his knife against her collar. With a fast cut, he had destroyed her jumper to make a small blood trail from her collar and down to her navel. She gasped and closed her eyes. The other Death Eaters were laughing. She could feel her jumper begin to slide down on her left. She prayed that she wouldn’t show them her breast. Wasn’t it bad enough that she had lost?

No one answered her prayer. Voldemort had begun to talk about the importance of a disciplined body as well as mind when she felt how Dolohov brushed her ripped jumper away. She opened her eyes to see Dolohov stare down on her small breasts with a smile. He let go of her hands in favour of her breasts, but before he had time to touch her, she let out a growl and her hands came around his neck.

Dolohov tried to get up, however, she didn’t let go of him. Not until someone ripped him out of her grip.

“They are not for you to touch!” Voldemort growled at his Death Eater and ripped Hermione up from the floor. He pressed her naked front against him. “The same goes for the rest of you.”

Hermione was quite surprised over her husband’s outburst, she turned her head just in time to see Dolohov bow and apologise. Voldemort dismissed them all. They quickly disappeared. When they were alone, he took a step back, but held his hands on her shoulder.

“You were better than I thought,” he said after a moment of silence.

She snorted. “You always seem to underestimate me.”

He gave her a half smile and let one of his hands sink down to her half exposed flesh. His thumb came in contact with her areola. It circled her nipple. She shuddered at the intimacy.

“Hm…,” he said. “You are leaking.”

She looked down. “What?”

He removed his thumb and licked it. “Oh...”

“What?” Hermione touched her own breast and found that it indeed was something wet on it.

“Milk,” he said with a smile. “Finally.”

Hermione’s eyes widened. “but… How…?”

He led her toward the fire. “It is about time! I want my son healthy and the mother’s milk is very important!” He threw some Floo powder into the fireplace and sent her through it, following a moment later.

Lolly stood when she saw them. She gave the boy to Hermione before she bowed and disappeared in that special way House-Elves do.

Voldemort made her sit down on the couch. “What are you waiting for? Feed him!”

Hermione stared at him, but shrugged off her ripped jumper and placed her son against her chest. A minute or two later, the boy reached for her breast. She helped him get his mouth there and a moment later he was sucking. Quite hard. She winced.

“What?” Voldemort asked. He was sitting on the table across of her.

“Well, it hurts a bit,” she said.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said simply and looked down at his son with a thoughtful look. They were quiet for a while.

“What does it taste like?” Voldemort finally asked.

Hermione frowned. “How should I know that? I haven’t drunk any in nineteen years!”

“Oh.”

They were quiet again. Hermione debated with herself if she should pick up the news paper which was lying next to Voldemort. He was just staring at them. Why was he staring like that?

Before she had the time to decide, her son let go of her and let out a small burp. Hermione frowned. “Are you already done? I can feel that I have milk left!”

Voldemort took their son. Then he glanced at her breast. Then at their son again. “Perhaps he doesn’t drink everything.”

“but this breast is still full,” she said and made a gesture over her left breast.

Voldemort seem thoughtful again. “Well, we can’t have that…”

“What…?” She was interrupted when he nailed her down on the couch. “Voldemort!”

His lips closed around her other breast and she could feel how he sucked. It didn’t feel like when their son had done it… This felt much weirder. Thankfully, he let go of her after just a moment.

“Sweet,” he said and licked his lips. “Very sweet and warm. Better than your cunt.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. He chuckled and took up their son and threw him over his shoulder. “You should take a shower.”

Hermione nodded and quickly hurried away to the bathroom. Merlin, that man had no shame at all!
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