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The Dragon Chronicles	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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So.
Shit happened. I was admitted to the hospital again and this time they wanted to try something new to help with the pain, but instead of helping, I got meningitis. And let me tell you, that’s fucking awful. I couldn’t have lights lit, I couldn’t watch the screen on my phone for more than a few minutes at the time, and I couldn’t write. Thus, I still haven’t answered your awesome reviews and this chapter was delayed.
The meningitis is a lot better now, thankfully, but I’m still in the hospital (thank Merlin for wifi). Thankfully, my awesome beta Reverseuniverse betaed the chapter while I was out of commission and therefore I can now post it!
I have more chapters after this one written and my plan from the start was to publish a chapter every two weeks, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do that right now. Because other stuff is going on too (and not all bad stuff) so I’m not sure if I’ll be able to post next chapter in two weeks. But never fear, I have a first draft of this story done so I’ll not abandoned it!
I think you’ll like this chapter though!
Enjoy!
Chapter 19
Hermione wasn’t sure what to think about Voldemort’s latest transformation. He was glowing with power in a way he hadn’t done before. It worried her. Would spreading rumours about him be enough to start an uprising? Would she need to do more?
She had been considering another way to discredit him, but that would impact her as well.
The banning of the Dragon Chronicles all came down to the actions of the sorcerer Merlin.Merlin had forewarned of the inherent dangers of wizards bonding with dragons. He had gone so far as to say that no true wizard would need the services of a dragon. He even “proved” that dragon-bound-wizards became more like their dragons counterparts than humans themselves They started eating burnt flesh, became able to conjure up fire without a wand, and even started mating like dragons.
Now, if people were to remember these facts it would go a long way towards stopping Voldemort’s influence. Merlin’s words were practically law in the wizarding world.
The only problem was that she too would become an outcast. Ultimately, nothing could keep her from Kara.
Hermione sighed as she walked up towards her chambers. Dinner had just finished and she wasn’t sure what would happen when she crossed paths with Voldemort again. The rumour about his blood status had leaked out faster than she had anticipated. The halls were abuzz. If he was meeting with his Death Eaters now, then surely he would hear about it.
Or would his Death Eaters be too cowardly to tell him? Of course, there was always a chance of that.
If not, would he trace it back to Hogwarts and her?
She would have to wait to see how angry he was when she met him again.
She walked down the stairs from her office to her chambers. As she entered, she found that Voldemort was already there. However, he didn’t look upset at all. If anything, he looked pleased.
“Ah, Hermione,” he purred as she came down the staircase. “How was your day?”
“Good,” she said, coming to sit down in her usual armchair. She was tired. “And how was yours?”
“Excellent,” Voldemort sounded almost chipper.
“How was your stay with the dragons?” she asked. If he was in a good mood, then maybe she would be able to get some information out of him. Probably not anything that would be directly useful to take him down, but all information she could get about him was good in the long run.
“Dragons are far more reasonable than humans,” Voldemort stated.
She snorted. “No arguments there,” she muttered. Dragons were pretty straight forward. It was one thing she loved about Kara. She didn’t have to decipher everything he said.
“Yes, it was quite a large herd. No real rivals up there,” he continued. “And they are much more compliant than Death Eaters.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you planning on using them in the war?”
He chuckled. “What war? I have already won. True, some of your old friends are still out there. But they will be flushed out, eventually, and stand trial for their crimes. I’m not worried.”
She frowned, quelling her desire to question what crimes they had committed. She knew it was no use. It was better to not become angry nor sad by the thought. If he was this arrogant and believed the war was already won, then she had a greater chance to take him down.
“Okay,” she just said, leaning back in the armchair.She idly picked up a Transfiguration magazine she had acquired up from the library on McGonagall’s suggestion. It was a fascinating review of groundbreaking animal to animal body-shifting research.
“How did the Hogsmeade weekend go?” Voldemort suddenly asked.
Hermione lowered the magazine to assess him again. She remembered that they hadn’t kissed. She had wanted to do it in public to undermine him, but there was always next month.
“It went well. The students are very happy to be able to meet their families. McGonagall and Flitwick both said that it already shows in their homework that they are less worried.”
“How lovely,” he mocked before turning serious again. “But I believe you owe me something.”
“Yes,” she said, hating that her body was already starting to tingle at the anticipation of kissing him again.
She had thought that getting to sleep without him for a few nights would help to reduce some of the lust. But instead her dreams had become even more vivid. Last night, she had dreamt of doing things that she hadn’t even known was possible.
Without even realising it, she had already risen from her seat and taken the two steps over to the sofa where he was sitting. He was looking up at her with a smirk.
“We should get it over with, then,” she said, catching herself before actually climbing on top of him.
“We should,” he purred.
Finally given into her body’s urges, she straddled his lap. Perhaps she should have shown more reluctance to kiss him. However, there was just something about seeing him again after a few days of solitude that made her throw all her modesty and common sense to the wind. She had wanted to kiss him since last Friday, for crying out loud!
His lips and mouth were hotter than she remembered as she all but devoured him. Her hands moved up to his hair, her fingers sliding through the strands.. His hands sneaked underneath her blouse, up her back, seeking to press her even closer against him.
She could already feel his stiffness underneath her and she grinded her sex against it. Her body straining with the want to release some tension.
Voldemort growled into her mouth and before she knew it, he had spun them around so he was lying on top of her, pushing his hips against hers.
She moaned in pleasure as she feverishly pulled at his shirt. She wanted it off him. She needed to feel his naked skin against hers.
He seemed to be of a similar idea, but instead of pulling their clothes off manually, he simply vanished them.
All of them.
Hermione was naked underneath him, and for the first time in almost half a year she could feel his cock against her sex.
The need that had been buzzing in her body since then took over her in a roar. Afraid that he would somehow withdraw before she could feel him inside of her again, she moved her right hand in between them and grasped his hard cock, moving it to her opening.
Tilting her hips, she guided him inside her, sobbing with pleasure.
It was like she had been starving for months and now, finally, she felt full again.
She clasped her legs around his back so he wouldn’t be able to withdraw and started to move her hips up against him.
She needn't have worried, though. Voldemort didn't seem to want to leave at all. He was kissing her hard, his teeth pulling at her lower lip, his right hand on her breast, squeezing it in a way that should be painful, but only served to send spikes of pleasure down to her clit.
He started to fuck her with long, hard strokes, grunting in pleasure.
Hermione was crying in happiness, but he didn’t seem to care either way. All she could think about was that she was finally whole again. Finally full.
Her orgasm overtook her in a way that it hadn’t in half a year. Not since the last time she had had sex with him. It was like all nerve endings in her body were licked with golden flames of pleasure. She could feel her whole head vibrating. Maybe it was from her screams?
Voldemort came too, not long after that, and he collapsed on top of her, hot and sweaty.
Hermione didn’t want him to get up, though. He was still inside her body, even though he had started to soften. She didn’t want him to ever leave.
“It was about time,” Voldemort finally mumbled, stroking the side of her body.
“Yes,” she couldn’t help but agree. Why had she been denying herself for so long? Right now, she couldn’t remember. There was nothing in the world except his hot body on top of hers.
Alas, all good things must come to an end, and theirs came when they heard a gasp of shock coming from the staircase.
Hermione scrambled to sit up while desperately pushing Voldemort off her.
Professor McGonagall was standing halfway up the staircase, her mouth hanging open in shock, and her eyes wide.
She winced at the sight and quickly summoned her robes around her. Next to her Voldemort was doing the same. Though, he didn’t seem remotely troubled. If anything, he appeared to be pleased.
“Headmistress,” McGonagall finally said, her voice weak. “We have a situation that needs your attention.”
Not looking at her, Hermione followed her old teacher up the staircase to her office.
Reality struck her hard once she entered her office.
Ginny was sitting curled up in an armchair, sobbing.
Hermione rushed over to her. “Dear Merlin, what happened?”
McGonagall took a deep breath. “Ten minutes ago, I was alerted by a second year that some students were spying through a magically enlarged keyhole. When I came there, I dismissed the students and saw what the commotion was about. Miss Weasley and Mr Malfoy were … engaging in inappropriate actions.”
Hermione stared down at her friend in horror. “Malfoy raped you?”
Ginny took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “I don’t know. After dinner, I was overtaken by this urge to find him! I think someone used a lust potion on me.”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed and she looked back up at McGonagall.
“Where is he now?” she asked.
“I had him stay in his office,” McGonagall answered, her lips pressed together in a thin line of displeasure. “I suspected there were foul play going on. Someone made sure that students could see what was going on.”
Hermione growled. “I will go and talk to him. Stay here with Ginny.”
She hugged her friend one more time and then marched out of her office, fuming.
How dare Malfoy do something like this after all Hermione had done for him? Even he had seemed thankful for that just a few weeks ago!
She reached his office, threw opened the door and abruptly stepped through it, slamming the door with all the power she could muster in her fury.
Malfoy flew up from behind his desk, his face even paler than usual.
“You slimy little ferret!” Hermione screamed, her wand already in her hand. “How bloody dare you?”
Malfoy had his wand up too. “I didn’t know it would be her! I swear, Hermione, I didn’t know!”
Hermione had already fired a curse at him, and it hit him in the shoulder before he had time to stop it.
He let out a wince of pain as he began to bleed.
“You didn’t know it would be her?” Hermione asked in disbelief. “So, what? Are you so desperate to make the students like you that you dosed everyone with lust potion and then waited here to see which one of them would come first?”
“No!” Malfoy promised, his face getting even paler. “I was just following orders!”
Hermione froze, a shiver of dread going down her spine. “You were following orders?”
Malfoy winced and looked down. “Yes,” he whispered. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She didn’t have to ask him whose orders he was following. But that didn’t excuse him from following through with them.
“You always have a choice,” she spat coldly.
Before he could answer, she cast another hex at him.In that instant, Malfoy was replaced with the meager form of a ferret. It was the same hex Professor Moody had used in their fourth year.
Malfoy the ferret piped and started to run around on the floor in a panic.
Hermione growled and stunned the ferret before conjuring up a cage she could keep him in until she decided what to do with him.
Putting the cage on his desk, she stuffed the ferret into it prior to leaving the office and locking it behind her. Malfoy would stay locked inside the cage for the night at least.
She marched back up to her office. McGonagall was still there, sitting with an arm around Ginny whom had stopped crying. They both looked up at her when she entered.
“What did he have to say for himself?” McGonagall asked, her voice full of loathing.
“He was following orders,” Hermione hissed. “And I’m quite sure of who gave that order.”
Ginny paled. “Why would he order something like that?”
Hermione wasn’t certain at all. Could he have found out that the rumours about his blood status had come from Hogwarts? Did he think that only Ginny had something to do with it? That would explain why he only went after her, and why he had been so pleased earlier, before they—
Hermione shuddered. She had had sex with him just after he had ordered one of his Death Eaters to rape her friend.
The law might not be clear on the subject, but in Hermione’s mind, dosing something with lust potion and then letting them carry out the act with someone they would usually never touch was rape.
“I will talk to him,” she finally said. “Hopefully, whatever he thinks you have done, he feels has been repaid now. Minerva, can you take her to Madam Pomfrey? Make sure she gives Ginny something so she can sleep tonight. I’ll come by again tomorrow.”
Ginny rose, coming to Hermione and grasping her hands.
“Don’t do anything stupid Hermione,” she warned her friend. “I don’t want him to hurt you next.”
“Don’t worry about me, Ginny,” Hermione said softly, embracing her. “I can take care of myself.”
Once they had left, Hermione sank down behind her desk. She couldn’t just storm in and start yelling at him. She didn’t know how much he knew about her involvement in the spreading of the rumours about his blood status. Or how much he guessed. If she wasn’t careful, he might find out everything just by her reaction.
No, she had to be shocked that he would ever do anything at all towards Ginny. If he thought that only Ginny was the culprit, then maybe this would be it, and he wouldn’t seek out to punish anyone else.
And what should she do about Malfoy, the spineless little worm? Should she throw him out and find someone else as a teacher? That’s what she really wanted, but she didn’t know what Voldemort would say about that – or who he would insist on having as a teacher in his place.
Still, he couldn’t expect anything but that she’d be upset. He had promised to not hurt any of her students. Perhaps she should just go with being angry and push aside any guilt that this might have happened because of her spreading rumours about him.
Yes. Anger was definitely the way to go.
Growling, she stalked down the staircase again .She found that Voldemort had taken to the bathroom. She could hear the shower running.
She went inside and ripped open the shower curtain.
“How dare you!” she screamed. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt any of the students!”
Voldemort slowly turned off the water and spun around to face her.
“And she wasn’t,” he replied softly.
He reached across her to pick up a towel that was hanging on a hook on the wall.
“You had her dosed with lust potion which made her have sex with a man she didn’t want. That is hurting. That is rape,” she growled, wanting to rip out her wand and curse him into next week. But she stopped herself as she knew that it would only make things worse.
Voldemort shrugged and started to dry off his hair. Hermione waited for him to react with something a bit more substantial than just a shrug, so she crossed her arms and stared at him angrily until he finally sighed and lowered the towel to tie it around his waist.
“Hermione, if I wanted Miss Weasley to be raped for the sake of hurting her, then I would have had Fenrir do it. He loves playing with his food. But this wasn’t at all a matter of hurting Miss Weasley.”
She stared at him in disbelief. How could he even say something like that?
“So you are saying I should be thankful that she wasn’t physically dismembered as well as raped?”
“No, I am saying that there was a reason for this.”
“What possible reason could you have for doing this?” she asked.
“Someone has been spreading rumours about me,” Voldemort said softly, staring at her intensely.
She had feared he would say that, and thus, she forced herself to not feel guilty nor show any sort of guilt.
“So what?” she asked instead. “People have been spreading rumours about you since before Ginny was born.”
“True, but these are rumours I dislike. Thus, I wanted people to talk about something else as well as remind the culprit behind the rumours to not try to cross me,” his voice was silky in the last few words.
Hermione felt a shiver go down her spine. Did he suspect her? He could have used Ginny to hurt her, but he might just as well have used her to send a message to Harry.
Then, it all clicked for her, and to her great shame, she felt relief flow through her.
“You want Harry to think Ginny is having an affair with Draco,” she whispered.
He looked amused. “Yes, I suspect the pictures will hit the newspaper tomorrow.”
He walked past her, out from the bathroom and into the main room. She followed him. The relief that he wasn’t on to her was quickly passing and instead she felt her belly contract in worry.
“But do you really expect Harry to fall for almost the same trap twice? He won’t come storming in here.” At least she hoped not. Or rather, she was worried that Ron would be the one insisting that they storm here and beat the crap out of Malfoy. She would have to risk summoning Dobby and telling him to keep Harry and Ron in place.
Voldemort removed the towel and put on his usual pajamas bottoms.
“You never know,” he said cheerfully. “We will just have to wait and see. Now, come to bed, it’s getting late.”
Hermione glared at him. “Do you really expect me to sleep next to you after what you have just done to my friend?”
“Yes, I do. And if you know what is good for you, you will do as you are told,” he said, his voice getting a hard edge.
She glared at him, as she stalked into the bathroom again. Her ire further demonstrated with a final slam of the bathroom door. He couldn’t fault her for wanting to shower before bed. She could still feel the evidence of their evening between her legs.
It made her feel slightly sick. While her friend had been raped, she had been enjoying herself shamelessly with the person behind said friend’s trauma.
She washed vigorously for half an hour, trying to gain back her perspective on the situation. It could be worse, she had to remind herself. If she wasn’t careful, the situation would become so much worse for not only Ginny but also for her and their other friends. She didn’t have to be happy about what Voldemort had done. Instead, she needed to keep her focus on the bigger picture.
Despite that, there were a suspicious blackened area on the back wall of the shower. She might have spewed some fire there.
When she finally felt clean again, she exited the bathroom. He was reading the same protective wards book that she had been reading the night before. She had been meaning to brush up the wards around Hogwarts (for real this time) and wanted to be prepared.
Such a shame she couldn’t put up wards against what was already inside Hogwarts.
“What do you plan to do about Malfoy now, then?” she asked coldly as she climbed into bed with him. “It’s forbidden for teachers and students to have intimate relationships and it’s against the law to rape someone. I could fire him and have him thrown into jail.”
“You could, but you won’t,” Voldemort said, closing the book, putting it on his nightstand. “They are both off age, and it just differs one year between them. Special circumstances and all that. And we both know that Draco Malfoy won’t be thrown into Azkaban even if you could prove that it was rape. Besides, I suspect you have already done something to punish him.”
“I turned him into a ferret and locked him into a cage in his office,” Hermione replied darkly.
Voldemort chuckled. “There you go! Now, go to sleep.”
He extinguished the lights with a wave of his wand before pulling the covers up higher over his body. Hermione sank down lower in bed, turning her back towards him. However, the escape of sleep was far from possible. Instead, she lay there thinking about the situation. How on earth would she be able to keep spreading rumours about Voldemort without him taking it out on her friends or herself?
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