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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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Chapter 2

Trying hard not to tremble, Hermione made her way toward the gates of Hogwarts. She packed all her necessary items in her trunk and shrunk it to fit into her pocket. She didn’t take the things she really valued. If something went wrong, and with Voldemort for a husband something was bound to go wrong, she didn’t want Voldemort to have them. Harry had promised to take good care of her things until she returned. It was just small stuff, an album with pictures of her parents, her old teddy bear (she stopped sleeping with it ten years ago, but it made her feel safe to know that she had it within reach), some of her grandmother’s jewellery and most of her books. The only things she bought with her were clothes, weapons and her less valuable books. Not that she thought Voldemort would let her keep the weapons, but she’d rather come prepared than not. She could fight with knives. Remus Lupin had taught her how last summer, and Hermione had kept practising the simple movements in her spare time. Not that she would have any chance against a real master (which Kingsley Shackleblot had proven after a quick fight), but if she caught someone by surprise, she stood a chance.

After going over the knife movements and the most effective spells in her head, she felt ready to Apparate. She closed her eyes and thought about the place Dumbledore showed her on a map. She felt the sensation of moving fast through space and when she opened her eyes, she was standing on a deserted road near a small town. Her heart beat rapidly when she started to walk toward the graveyard. It was dark, but she followed the road and soon she saw the first gravestones. The cemetery appeared to be empty, but when she was standing in the middle of it, she heard movements behind her. She turned around and saw none other than Lucius Malfoy coming toward her. He had a mocking smile on his aristocratic face.

“Well, well, isn’t it the new missus? Are you alone?” the blond wizard asked.

Hermione couldn’t make a sound. Her throat felt like a desert. She just nodded.

“Good. Your husband couldn’t be here today, but he gave me orders to bring you to his temporary residence.” Malfoy stepped toward her. Hermione tried not to flinch when he gripped her arm. He smiled a nasty smile before he Apparated them away.

When Hermione opened her eyes, she found herself inside a small fire lit room almost devoid of decoration. The walls were grey in colour and there were no windows. Only a small table which seemed to be very unsteady was standing in the middle of the room.

“Please put all your belongings on the table,” Malfoy demanded, “and your wand.”

Hesitating, Hermione put her trunk on the table. Other than that, she only had the clothes she was wearing and the necklace that Dumbledore gave her. Leaving her things made her weary. It didn’t make her any calmer that she had to leave her wand there too. She tried to tell herself that Voldemort had to protect her… Or was he just obligated to protect her after they consummated their marriage? She shuddered.

Malfoy transformed the trunk to its normal size and opened it.

“Weapons?” Malfoy seemed surprised. “We all assumed you would try to kill the Dark Lord but… isn’t this a little too obvious?”

Hermione found her voice. “I… Those are just for practising. I’m not very good.”

“I see…” Malfoy turned around and eyed her more carefully. “Take off your robe.”

“W-what?”

“Now.”

Hermione opened her robe and threw it over her trunk. She wore blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt underneath. Malfoy’s lips curled when he saw her Muggle clothing. He bent down and put a hand on her ankle. Hermione made a grimace when he found the hidden knife. She hadn’t really planned to use it, but she always hid a knife there since the previous summer. Lupin had told her that one could never be prepared enough.

“I will have to ask you to take off the rest of your clothes as well,” Malfoy said with a smirk.

Hermione stared at him with wide eyes.

Malfoy snorted. “I have no desire to take advantage of you, Mudblood.”

Hermione bit her lip and with quick movements, she took off her pants and her t-shirt. She would not take off her underwear. Thankfully, Malfoy didn’t ask her too either. He just took the knife she had hidden strapped to her thigh and the other at the small of her back, put them in the trunk and shrank it again.

“I will take these to your husband’s room and he will decide what to do with them. You’ll wait here and he will get you when he is ready.” With those words, Malfoy took her trunk and left. He left her robe, which she gratefully put on again.

She started to pace in the small room. What should she do now? Malfoy had taken everything, including her wand. Not that she really had expected to keep it. Like Malfoy had said, the plan was quite obvious. She wouldn’t have let anyone keep their wand if she had known they were sent to kill her. It was a good thing Voldemort wasn’t allowed to harm her.

She didn’t hear anyone enter, but suddenly she felt a presence behind her. She turned around, prepared to fight. Someone grabbed her by her wrists before she was able to strike. Her eyes widened when she realised who the person was. He didn’t look like he had a year ago, but there was no doubt it was him. He was still tall and thin with unnaturally white skin and red eyes. But, he looked more human than snakelike. His face wasn’t flat. He had a nose, high cheekbones and beautiful black eyebrows. His hair was also black, but it looked messy and wild. He was still frightening, even if he didn’t look exactly like a monster.

“Hermione Jane Granger, I presume?” he asked in a slow hoarse voice. Hermione wondered if he was sick or something, the voice didn’t sound natural.

“Yes,” she managed to answer.

He nodded as he slowly let his eyes wander over her face and body. “You are young. Eighteen?”

“Nineteen,” she corrected him. “I will be twenty in September.”

He nodded again. Hermione noticed he had dark shadows underneath his eyes. Didn’t he ever sleep?

Voldemort seemed to be inside her mind, because he smiled. “No, I can seldom find the time for it.”

Hermione’s eyes widened. She had learned Occlumency, and even Dumbledore had said she did well. But, she hadn’t even felt Voldemort enter her mind!

“I am not… in your mind,” he said slowly. “Your thoughts are written all over your face.”

Hermione blushed. He tilted his head and watched her with a curious stare. “I don’t think you planned this.”

She shook her head. “I just found out earlier today.”

“And still you know what’s expected of you? I wonder… will you be able to do it?”

Hermione frowned. “Do what, exactly?”

Voldemort smiled as if she had answered him. She looked puzzled. She hadn’t expected him to be… well, civilised.

“Forgive me,” he said. “It’s late. I’m sure you must be tired.”

She nodded slowly. Why didn’t he try to do anything? Just because he wasn’t allowed to physically harm her, didn’t mean he couldn’t hurt her in some other way.

He was still holding her wrist. “Come with me, girl.” He opened the door with his wand and led her trough a long dark corridor. She had no idea where they were, but she guessed they where still in the United Kingdom, as it was still dark outside.

As they walked, Hermione concentrated on the feel of his hand as he held onto her wrist. She was cold, but he was colder. Was he as nervous as she, or just cold? Probably just cold. He didn’t seem to have any fat on his body.

After they passed several doors, he led her through one at the end of the long dark hall. “This is my room at the moment. I don’t think I will move this year…”

He lit a fireplace with his wand and Hermione got a good look at the room. It was very modestly decorated with only a bed, a wardrobe and a desk. The walls had the same gray colour as the small room she initially entered, but at least the bedclothes had colour, they were green. The furniture was made of a robust dark wood that Hermione couldn’t identify.

“There is a bathroom through there,” Voldemort said and pointed to the door next to the desk. “You won’t get your trunk until I have had the time to go through it, but if you need anything from it, let me know.”

“My wand?” she asked.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Surely you don’t expect me to give you a weapon, do you?”

She sighed and shook her head.

“My men are working on a way to destroy, or at least change, the Contract,” he said in the same calm, hoarse voice. “I’m not very fond of it.”

Hermione felt herself pale. “W-what are you planning to do?”

He watched her with a half smile. “You’ll see what I have done tomorrow. Then, we will talk about what I shall do. Now, we shall sleep. I have made a sleeping potion for you. I don’t wish to be strangled in my sleep.”

He went to the desk and gave her a goblet. She looked suspiciously at it.

“Relax,” he said. “I’m can’t harm you. It’s just a sleeping potion.”

Not knowing what else to do, she took the goblet and swallowed the contents. She was knocked out cold moments later.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying in the bed in just her underwear. The sun shone through the window and lit up the room. It seemed to be a beautiful day. She turned around, but couldn’t see her husband anywhere. The bed smelled of him. She had noticed it the day before, he smelled of wood and wet dirt. It was not a pleasant scent, but it wasn’t bad either. She sat up and stretched. Her back ached a bit from lying down.

She felt much calmer now than she did yesterday. Dumbledore’s necklace must have taken full effect. But how could she feel so peaceful when she was married to Voldemort? She decided it was best to just be grateful, and she went to the bathroom. It wasn’t big, but it had all the necessary facilities. She did her business and found some clean robes on a shelf next to the sink. When she returned to the bedroom, she saw a plate of food next to a newspaper. She wondered if he had been here, or if he had sent someone else. Her stomach decided that it didn’t matter, she was hungry.

She ate some toast and fried eggs before she even opened the newspaper. It was the Daily Prophet and when she saw the headline, she understood what Voldemort had been talking about. Cornelius Fudge was dead and someone had broken into a storeroom of wedding contracts. She didn’t have be a Know-It-All to know who was behind it.

“He was always very pathetic.”

She turned around and saw Voldemort lying on the bed. How he managed to get in without her noticing, she didn’t know. He seemed healthier today. He had obviously taken a shower and he didn’t look so tired. His voice was softer too.

“You killed him,” Hermione said matter-of-factly.

“No, I let Dolohov kill him. However, not before I convinced him to tell me the location of the Contract. It didn’t take much. Fudge had always been afraid of pain.”

Hermione sighed. “Did you change the Contract?”

A shadow of displeasure flew over Voldemort’s face. “Lucky for you, no. However, I have added a couple of items I felt were of the utmost importance.”

Hermione got cold when Voldemort rose from the bed and pulled out a scroll from his robes. He unrolled it and cleared his throat. “‘Hermione J Granger will not cause physical harm to her husband’. She will obey her husband’s wishes, to the best of her ability.’ Doesn’t this sound much better?”

Hermione sighed. “I guess this means that I won’t be able to kill you.”

He smiled. “No you won’t. I, on the other hand, suddenly have a new recourse. Which I will use any way I can, don’t doubt it.”

“You still can’t harm me,” she said as calmly as she could.

“Perhaps not…” He stepped closer to her. She stepped backwards. He smiled and with two steps, he stood only inches away from her. “It just occurred to me that we know nothing about each other.”

He was a head taller than her, so she had to bend her head upwards to look at him. She could feel his breath against her face. She trembled. He was very… intense. She still didn’t know what to think of him. Obviously, he was still a murdering bastard, but he at least had behaved civilised since she arrived.

“I have nothing important to do at the moment,” he continued. “Therefore, I could grant you some hours of my precious time.”

She also knew he was arrogant. Well, she guessed you didn’t become the Dark Lord by being modest.

“Why do you want to get to know me?” she asked.

“Well, it’s not every day you find yourself married to Harry Potter’s best friend. I have always been curious,” he took a step back and sat down in the chair next to the desk. Hermione felt like she could breathe again. She sat down on the desk.

“I… I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. I just graduated… or… I haven’t graduated yet, but I took my final exam yesterday. Fudge was impressed by my results and he thought I could kill you.”

He looked amused. “Indeed… Sorry I ruined his plan.” Of course, he didn’t seem sorry at all. “But, what shall I do with you now?”

Hermione bit her lip. “I… I don’t know… I don’t really want to help you.”

“Oh, I can obligate it from you if it comes to that. I don’t really care if people want to help me or not, I just thought that you, as my wife, could be special.”

“Special how?” she asked suspiciously.

He smiled. “As the Dark Lord, I seldom have the time for female company. However, I am quite human and I do have a sex drive.”

Hermione paled. He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I can’t injury you. I’ll teach you what I like.”

“So…,” Hermione said slowly. “You’ll just use me as… as Bed Company?”

“Oh, no, that would be a waste of talent. I have heard about your academic achievements in school, and I expect you to help me with some… work. You see, I wasn’t very happy when young Harry killed me last year and since then, I have been looking for another way to gain immortality.”

“Excuse me, but… How did you survive?” Hermione couldn’t help but to ask.

“Quite miraculous, wasn’t it? Well, when I obtained corporeal form several years ago, I began to create a new one, on the chance that something would go wrong. When Potter killed me, I simple moved my consciousness to the new body and… well, here I am!” He made a gesture over his body.

Hermione looked at him. “How do you make a new body?”

Voldemort chuckled. “It takes quite a lot of Dark Magic. I think you are still a bit too young and innocent to hear about it. When I wish to make you sick, I shall tell you.”

Hermione didn’t know if he was joking or not.

He placed a hand on her knee. “What do you know about the Holy Grail?”

“It’s an old legend. It is said that the Grail possess extraordinary powers. Even Muggles have heard about it. Many have tried to find it. I thought that was just a myth?”

Voldemort nodded. “Most of the Holy Grail story is a legend. All that nonsense about Christ’s blood is just a myth. However, a cup with extraordinary powers has existed in stories long before Christianity. Hermione, I want that cup. And I wish you to help me.”

Hermione sighed. She could feel a small tingle of magic fall over her. She had no choice but to obey his wishes. “Well, I don’t have much choice, do I?”

He leaned over her and placed both hands on her knees. “No, you do not. But you should be grateful that I haven’t ordered you to go back to Hogwarts and kill Harry Potter. Luckily for you, I’d rather do it myself.”

Hermione didn’t say anything. She felt like she was trapped. But, he was right; he could do something far worse. Researching was something she enjoyed. At least she knew he wouldn’t lock her inside this small room forever.

“I think we should set up some ground rules,” he continued.

“O-okay.”

“Firstly, I will warn you. I have been told that I have a horrible temper. If I’m angry, you better stay out of my way. I can’t harm you, but it doesn’t mean I can’t do anything else.”

“Why do you warn me?”

“Because you are my wife and I’m forced to protect you.”

“Ah…”

“Ah, indeed. I have never wished to be married. I can’t say that I’m pleased you are here, even if you can be of some use. You had better do your best to please me. And never think of me as a friend. I am not a friend of anyone but myself. I can be nice, at most.”

Why wasn’t she more freaked out by this?

“Secondly, don’t take liberties upon my person. If I wish to be touched or spoken too, I’ll say so.”

Hermione frowned. “I never wanted to be here in the first place, why do you assume I would like to touch you?”

He grunted. “Some people have taken liberties in the past. It hasn’t always been pleasurable.”

“But you are allowed to take liberties?” she asked and looked down on his hands, which had travelled up on her thighs.

“Yes. I will be the dominant partner in this marriage and I will take what I want. Don’t ever doubt it. Be very glad I can’t physically hurt you.” His voice had a hard edge to it now.

Hermione looked him in the eyes. “Trust me, I am.”

He looked back. For a moment Hermione thought he would kiss her. But he smiled and let go of her. “I’ll be back before dusk. Someone will bring you the books about the Grail and other mythical cups. I don’t expect you to find anything of value anytime soon…”

“So, I am not allowed to leave the room?” she asked unsurprised.

“No. I still can’t trust you at all. All I know is that you where sent here to kill me.”

Hermione sighed. He left the room. She sank down on the chair and looked at the desk. The plate with food had disappeared without her noticing it. The newspaper was still there, but other than that, it was empty. She opened the first drawer and found a quill, some ink and parchment. There was a small bell in the second drawer. Curious, she rang it.

A House-Elf popped up. It was tiny and dressed in a dirty towel. The ears pointed downwards as the Elf bowed. “What can Lolly do for Lady?” she asked. Hermione was pretty certain it was a female.

“I… I just wanted to know what happened when I rang the bell. Please don’t bow like that. I’m no Lady.”

The Elf looked up and showed Hermione her grey eyes. “But Lady you are! And every time Lady ring bell, Lolly will be here to help.”

“Oh, how thoughtful. But please, my name is Hermione.”

“Lady Hermione,” the Elf whispered. “What can Lolly do?”

“Um… I… Well, I would like to take a shower before I start my research. Perhaps you could bring me some shampoo, conditioner and a big towel?” Hermione hadn’t seen any of these items in the bathroom.

“Lolly could right away, Lady!” Lolly said happily and popped out. A moment later, she returned and gave Hermione the items she asked for.

Hermione went to the bathroom and stripped. Her hand touched the necklace she received from Dumbledore. She pulled it over her head and placed the invisible necklace on top of her robe so she could find it later. She turned on the sprinkles and stepped inside the shower stall. It wasn’t big, but it was large enough. She wondered if Voldemort used this shower too…

She almost started to hyperventilate when she thought on her husband. All calmness disappeared. She was married to the Dark Lord! She would help him search for immortality! He would be back at dusk and only Merlin knew what would happen then! She had to obey him!

She sank down to the floor as tears of desperation started to run down her cheeks. He would never let her see her friends again. He would use her any way he could until the day she died. All because Fudge had this “brilliant” plan to kill Voldemort. Fudge was really be stupid to have thought she could do anything. She was good with books! She knew so little about fighting… If it wasn’t for the protections in the Contract, Voldemort would have killed her by now. The moment he found a way to break the Contract, he would kill her. She couldn’t catch her breath.

He would kill her. She would never get to do all the things she had wanted. He would rape her and then kill her. He would probably kill her slowly, torture her... She would be begging for death before he killed her, she was certain of it.

Hermione cried over the images her mind produced for her. She didn’t know how long it took, but after a while the tears stopped. Her logical mind started to function again. Why was she feeling so out of control? She fairly calm before she got into the shower…

Suddenly she realised why she felt so out of control… the necklace. Of course. Dumbledore must have put some spell on it. She had heard of spells like that. St Mungo’s used them on some of their patients. Dumbledore must have thought she could benefit from some calming. She found the gesture both sweet and irritating. Didn’t he think she could handle it herself? That she wasn’t strong?

Rising from the floor, she took a couple of deep breaths and ordered herself to calm down. She decided she could handle it herself. She would not put on the necklace again. It seemed better to tackle her fears head on than to mask her emotions with false tranquillity. Additionally, there were side effects from being under the influence of such a spell for too long. People tended to get too relaxed, which could possibly put them in life threatening situations. They would lose their adrenaline, their instincts to survive. She was in the worst situation imaginable. Even married to Voldemort, she didn’t want to be under a spell like that. She would manage without it. She had to.
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