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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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Baaaah, for some reason, this whole chapter disappeared from this site last night. Don't know why! Oh, well, here I try again. Beware of the lemons by the way.

Sjauthor; I don't mind hearing what I do wrong because then I can try to change it. Otherwise I'll just keep doing the same mistake over and over... and that isn't good. But once again I have to stress that Hermione is not just a witch, but she gave birth to early and was under are curse. I had a friend who gave birth too early and she simply couldn't make any milk the first couple of weeks. I don't know what the doctors did then, perhaps they gave the baby food some other way and not with a bottle. Or perhaps I have just misunderstood something. Anyway, there is a lot of other things I write about in this fic that is probably not like it is in real like. Like when I write torture and killing-scenes. I have never killed anyone so I just make things up and make it sound as logical and believable as possible. The same thing goes for all kind of magic.

But I don't think there will be so many scenes about the child. He is only a bi-character. However, in this chapter there is a scene about them having something like sex, but not really sex. I have read from one of those files that hospitals sends out to women after they have given birth that it can be a little weird to have sex after you have given birth and it probably takes some time before you are ready to have real sex. But once again, I have never experienced this so I may be doing it all wrong again. If you think so, just skip that part and read the last several lines. Then you won't have to become upset. Although I can understand that you be, I get a little annoyed every time I read about the "hymen" it's such an old myth that it's something that needs to be broken... BAH! Oh, well, I won't go into it...

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Chapter 20

Time went by quickly when you had a newborn infant to take care of. And sometimes it felt like she had two. Voldemort got cranky when he didn’t get to sleep, but he wouldn’t let Hermione take the baby and sleep in the guestroom. When she asked why, he just muttered something about a cold bed.

When she didn’t take care of her cranky boys, she was either in the library or in the Discipline Room. The other Death Eaters always left her alone. When she was in the library, Reya could sneak in and they would talk for a couple of hours. Reya even took her on a shopping trip in the wizarding of Paris. They had a very pleasant time and the other woman made Hermione buy some sexy nighties and underwear. Voldemort allowed her wear underwear again… at least those he found “tasteful”. They had argued about it and when she told him that she was still bleeding from the delivery and would be bleeding until her vagina was healed, he allowed her to wear knickers. Apparently, he wasn’t fond of blood in the bed.

Another thing they were constantly arguing about was the name of their son. Voldemort wanted to name him after Salazar Slytherin. Hermione put her foot down (on his foot) and told him that she would never call her son Salazar. So it would probably be the baby’s middle name.

At the beginning of March, the weather became warmer and sunnier. Hermione was declared completely recovered by a new healer and wanted to celebrate it. She decided to take Besch and her unnamed son for a trip to Diagon Alley. In several books, she had run across the same reference and she didn’t know what the book was about. She decided to take some money out from hers and Voldemort’s account and try to find it.

She put a glamour over herself, hid Besch under her robe and Apparated. When she entered the Alley, no one looked at her twice. If they did, they only looked at her son. Excellent.

It had been a long time since she was out on her own. She walked slowly and looked at everything in the windows. A new children’s store named The little wizard was open and Hermione decided that it couldn’t hurt to look. The boy didn’t have any toys at all. He was very contained with just Besch, however, Hermione felt like she could at least buy him some new more colourful clothes. For some reason, Voldemort only bought black.

When she was done buying clothes, she went straight to the book shop and asked for the books; Evolutionary discoveries; Agriculture – the birth of wizards?, Neolithic pottery and Prehistoric Magic. It was the last one she had found most references too. but the other two had seemed very interesting as well.

The owner of the book store could give her the first book and suggested she should try to find the other two in an antique store. Hermione thanked him for the information and went to the only antique store in Diagon Alley. It was a small shop filled with narrow passages between the shelves. Hermione had been there many times before; she liked the smell of old books. It was quite dim in the store and it took some time before her eyes adjusted. When they did, she went straight to the historical section.

“Excuse me…,” someone behind her said.

Hermione jumped and quickly walked out from the very slim passage to let the other person enter. She was very surprised when she saw that the person was Minerva McGonagall. She looked like always with a long midnight blue robe and her hair held in a tight bun near her neck. She was holding a couple of books in her arms.

“Professor,” she said with a smile.

McGonagall looked at her with a frown. “Sorry, do I know you?”

“Oh, right…” Hermione had forgotten about the glamour. She waved her wand and it faded.

McGonagall’s eyes widened. “Miss Granger?”

Hermione smiled sadly. “It’s Mrs Riddle now.”

McGonagall sighed. “Yes, of course. I presume that is your son?”

Hermione nodded and patted her son’s head. “We haven’t agreed on a name yet. but yes. He came early.”

“Oh, I see,” McGonagall seemed a bit uncomfortable. “Well, of course they can do that. Although the rumours…”

“What rumours?” Hermione asked, surprised and a bit curious. Of course there would always be rumours.

“Dumbledore has told us that none of it is true. However, some people will always be inquisitive…”

Now Hermione frowned. “What rumours?”

The old teacher sighed. “Some people… believe that you have been You-Know-Who’s lover for a long time. And that he only married you because you became pregnant. Of course it’s just nonsense. For that, You-Know-How would require a heart and Merlin knows he hasn’t got one.”

“Oh… Where did you hear that?” Hermione felt a bit hurt. McGonagall didn’t say anything about that it was nonsense because Hermione would never do something like that. Did McGonagall really believe Hermione liked being married to Voldemort?

“Like I said, it’s a rumour; it could come from anyone.”

Anyone. Like from Voldemort himself. She wouldn’t put it past him to do something like that. Everything to put him in a good light.

“It was nice to meet you, Professor,” Hermione heard herself saying. “I’ll go now.”

She didn’t give McGonagall any chance to explain, she hurried away with tears in her eyes. How could people believe that about her? People like McGonagall who had known her for seven years! Why hadn’t Remus said anything? Of course… Remus would never want to hurt her.

It took her a couple of minutes before she realised people were now looking at her. She looked up and saw a mother pull her child closer to her and hurry away. Hermione frowned, then she realised she hadn’t put on her glamour again. Damn. And she hadn’t got the book she wanted either.

She kept walking and after a while, she found herself right next to Knockturn Alley. She stopped. There were bookstores there… and the people in there wouldn’t care about her. Deciding that it couldn’t hurt, she went into the alley.

It was dark and gloomy, just like she had been told, but it wasn’t really scary. Not after she had lived with Voldemort. People didn’t meet her eyes here. She walked faster. After a moment, she saw an old gloomy bookstore. She went inside and was met with a very foul smell. However, the place had books at every shelf along the wall. It was only one room, with a small desk in front of a door. Hermione wordlessly cast a protective shield around herself and the baby. You could never be too secured.

To her great surprise, she almost immediately found the last book on her list. The one about prehistoric magic. She cast a spell to check for any Dark Magic around the book. There was a lot Dark Magic in the store, although the book didn’t seem to be that bad. However, she didn’t touch the book. She levitated it to the desk and then rang the small bell. A moment later, an old hag appeared through the door. She had long wild grown black hair and no teeth. Her nose seemed to have been broken a lot of times and she had a black patch over her left eye. She smiled unfriendly at Hermione.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the Dark Lady,” he voice was dark and more powerful than Hermione had expected.

“I’m not a Dark Lady,” Hermione said coldly. “I just wish to buy that book.”

The hag tilted her head. “You will be, girl. Mark my words.” Then she wrapped the book in old newspaper and handed it to Hermione. Hermione just gave her the money (120 galleons for an old book!) and left the store.

She was about to Apparate from the alley when she heard someone call her name. She turned to her right and saw a familiar face. It was Max Lestrange who had introduced himself after Narcissa threatened her on the ball. He came up to her.

“Hi!” he said with a smile. “What is a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

Hermione smiled back. “Buying a book. And you?”

“Hoping to run into pretty ladies,” he said with a smile. “May I buy you some coffee? Or tea?”

Hermione thought about it. “Tea sounds lovely. Not here, right?”

He laughed. “Not unless we want to get poisoned.”

“Then I’m all for it. Just one moment.” Hermione put the glamour back on again. “So, there.”

He looked at her. “Why did you do that?”

She shrugged. “People were looking at me funny earlier.”

“Oh, well, you have been in the newspaper often lately. Some woman named Skeeter wrote a nasty article after you had given birth.”

Hermione frowned as they began to walk back to the Diagon Alley. “Nasty how?”

“Some bullshit about The Dark Lady. My father and his friends had a few laughs at it. I know none off it is true,” he quickly assured her when he saw her frown. “I saw how they acted around you at the Malfoy’s. And I saw how you acted…”

“Oh, did you?” Hermione couldn’t help but to say.

He grinned. “Yeah, I always look at the pretty ladies. Too bad you were already taken.”

Hermione couldn’t help but to blush a little. She wondered if he spoke the truth, or if he was just teasing.

He took her to Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour and ordered for them two big cups of lemon tea and chocolate ice-cream.

“I assume you are like other girls and like chocolate best?” he asked and winked.

She just laughed and nodded. “So, what are you doing? Are you working or…?”

He shrugged. “I’m doing a little of this and that. This month, I have been helping out in my friends’ store. They are the best. Most times when I look for job, they just take a look at my full name and say that they have already found someone.” He sighed and played with the ice-scream with his spoon. “What have you been doing?”

Hermione made a gesture over her baby. “Giving birth and taking care of him. It’s a full time job. Especially when the father gets cranky when he doesn’t get his beauty sleep.”

“Oh, so that’s why my father complains over the Dark Lord’s temper! He came home a week ago with his back bloody…”

Hermione almost chocked on her ice-cream. “I… I didn’t think about that…”

Max waved his hand. “Don’t think about it, I know some healing and he was better just a couple of hours later.”

Hermione still felt a bit uncomfortable. If Voldemort was torturing his Death Eaters, he was more than likely torturing his prisoners as well… and that meant Harry. He had said that he would let Harry go once she did that interview, but she didn’t know when that would be.

“Hey, here come my employers!” Max stood up and waved at someone. “Oi! Fred, George!”

Hermione turned around when she heard the names. It took her a moment to see the familiar red hair and the identical smiles. She couldn’t help but to smile back. Then she remembered that they wouldn’t recognise her.

“There you are,” Fred (she knew it was Fred because he had a nametag on his red jacket) said. “We were wondering why it took you so long.”

“No you weren’t,” Max snorted. “You just wanted to sneak out and eat some ice-cream.”

“Oh, no, he caught us!” George said with a sigh and sank down on the chair next to Hermione. “Well, hello, and who may you be?”

Hermione smirked. “I hope you are talking to my son, because you already know me.”

George seemed confused for a moment. He looked from Max, to the baby and up to her. Then it seemed to click. “Hermione?”

She nodded with a smile.

“Why are you looking like that?” he wondered.

“Apparently, I’m now known as the Dark Lady, and people like to stare at me,” Hermione said, annoyed.

“Ah, that,” Fred now joined the conversation. “Mum is quite hysterical about it. but now we know why you disappeared to ‘the library’ so often. You were having a secret affair!”

“I did not!” Hermione said in a fake-acid voice. She knew they were just kidding with her.

The twins laughed. “That’s what we have tried to tell mum, but you know her; she believes everything Skeeter writes.”

Hermione sighed. “I guess Skeeter wet her pants in excitement when she heard whom I was married too. She has wanted to get back on me for ages.”

“True, true,” the twins said with a serious tone.

Hermione suddenly felt something move under her jumper. Besch. The serpent crawled up to her neckline and hissed. “Your precious wants you.”

“He is not my precious,” Hermione whispered back. She was still able to understand Parsel, but she didn’t think she would ever be able to speak it.

“Did you say something, Hermione?” George asked.

“What? Oh, yes, I have to go. It was nice you see you,” she stood up and took her bags.

“Already?” Max asked, disappointed.

“Yes, sorry. If you want, you can ask your father to take you to the Discipline Room. I’m there almost every day,” she said and made sure she didn’t forget anything.

Max smiled. “I will.”

“May we come?” Fred asked.

Hermione shook her head with a smile. “Well, I guess my husband would be more than happy, but I wouldn’t advise it.”

“Oh.”

“Bye!” she said and left them. When she came out to the street, she Apparated away.

Voldemort was waiting for her at the Apparation point. “Where have you been? Why do you look like that?”

“If you have to know, I have been in Diagon Alley. And people stare if I look like myself. You wouldn’t know why they think I’m the Dark Lady?” she asked, a bit angry.

Lucky for him, he seemed very surprised. “The Dark Lady? They actually call you that? I read the article, but I didn’t think anyone would be so stupid…”

“Apparently, they are,” she hissed and started to walk.

He stopped her by gripping her wrist. “Who told you this?”

“Well, first I ran into McGonagall and she seemed very uncomfortable. Then I ran into Max and he told me about the article,” she explained and tried to take back her wrist.

“Max?” he asked and kept her still.

“Lestrange,” she said and managed to puller her wrist away.

“Max… Oh, Maximillius.” He took her bags from her and quickly looked at the content. When he didn’t see anything that could be dangerous, he transported them to their room. At the same time, their son started to whine.

“I think he is hungry,” Hermione said and started to loosen the carrying bag from her stomach.

Voldemort stopped her. “You’ll have to wait, take off the glamour first.”

Frowning, she did. He just looked at her for a moment. Then his hand came up in her frizzy hair. “A hair-dresser is waiting for you in a small office. You can feed him while she fixes your hair.”

“But I like my hair,” she complained.

“No, you don’t. I hear how you curse every time you get out from the shower.” He took her wrist again and led her down a corridor. They didn’t walk far until he stopped again. He turned to look at her.

“What?” she asked, still wondering how he knew that she used to curse over her hair. He was never in the shower with her.

To her great surprised, he leaned down and kissed her. Hard. Hermione gasped and he stuck his tongue inside her mouth. She sighed and responded to the kiss. He hadn’t kissed her since that night in the hospital.

His hands were on her back, pressing her harder against him. He nibbled her lip with his teeth, almost sucking on it. She let out a small moan and her hand came up behind his ear. She could feel him shudder as she caressed his head.

They were interrupted by as scream from the baby between them. Voldemort sighed and pulled away. Hermione could still feel his lips on him. She didn’t open her eyes.

“We have to go,” he mumbled and took her hand again, but this time, he twinned his finger between hers. She opened her eyes as they began to walk. She glanced down at their hands. Why was he acting so… husbandly?

The answer came when he opened the door into a small office. All the colours on her face disappeared when she recognised the older of the two women inside. She was wearing green half-moon glasses, her hair was blond and curly in a hip short cut and she wore a minimal green dress suit. She smiled sweetly at Hermione before she curtsied at Voldemort.

“I believe you already know Miss Skeeter, Hermione?” Voldemort asked and finally let go of her hand.

Skeeter’s Quick-Quote Quill was already writing madly. Hermione couldn’t help but to blush. She hid it by finally unfasten her son from her body. He was whining.

“Well, I’ll let you three ladies be alone,” Voldemort said and left with a chuckle.

Hermione tried to ignore Skeeter and her Quill, but it kept taking notes as she sat down at the conference table with her baby in her arms. She unfastened the front of her robes and let him find her breast. The hairdressed conjured up a mirror in front of Hermione and went to stand behind it. The room was small. It just contained the conference table in the middle of the room and a board hanging on one of the small walls. Skeeter came to sit next to Hermione.

When Hermione saw herself in the mirror, she mentally groaned. Now she knew why Voldemort kissed her. She looked like she just had the snog of her life. Her lips were red and a bit swollen, and her face a little flushed.

“I understand that I shall take away the curls, but what about the length?” the hair-dresser asked her. She was short and her hair was similar to Skeeter’s. At least she seemed nice.

“Keep the length. Just take a little at the edges,” Hermione said.

The short woman began to work and Skeeter leaned closer to Hermione.

“So, Hermione Riddle, nee Granger. I guess you know why I’m here?”

Hermione wanted to say that it was because Voldemort wanted to torture her, but she knew why she was here. She was here to tell everyone what a honey Voldemort was and get Harry free.

“Yes. Although, I don’t understand why you have to be the one to do the interview,” Hermione muttered.

The older woman laughed a high girlish laugh. “I begged for this job. To be the first to interview the Dark Lady…”

“I’m and not a Dark Lady!” Hermione said angrily.

“Really? What would you call yourself? The lover of the most powerful man alive? The Death Eater Queen?”

“I’m his wife, not his lover. And I’m not the queen over anything,” Hermione said, trying not to scream.

“But you do have sex, right?”

Hermione looked at her like she was stupid. “The evidence sits right here.” She pointed at her son who was still feeding from her breast.

Skeeter looked at him. “Yes of course. What is his name?”

“We haven’t decided yet,” Hermione mumbled, getting her anger under control.

“Really? Are there a lot of things you can’t agree on?”

Hermione hesitated. If she said the truth, Voldemort would think she was trying to speak badly about him. “Not really. We like to have dynamic debates, but who doesn’t?”

“Uhmhum,” Skeeter just said and looked down at her paper. “How would you describe your husband?”

Hermione thought about it. “He is defiantly passionate… cunning and ambitious.” At least she didn’t lie.

“What do you not like about your husband?”

Hermione blinked. What did she like about him? “Well… he got a bit of a temper.”

“Has he ever made you angry?”

Hermione arched an eyebrow. “I’m a bit angry at him for hiring you.”

Skeeter smirked and her Quill wrote furiously. “What plans do you have for the future?”

Hermione sighed. “I would like to buy a new house. Somewhere were we can be alone. Perhaps start to work once the baby is older.”

“And your husband?”

“I’m not sure. He seems to do a million different things as once.” Hermione glanced at the mirror again. The hair-dresser was clearly listening, because she was smiling all the time.

“How was your honeymoon?”

Hermione thought about it. They had been in Finland, he had been gone all the time and on their way home, she had had a mental breakdown. “Quite lovely. We went to Finland and spent most of our time in our room.”

“Really?” Skeeter’s quill almost burned whole in the parchment. Hermione made a grimace. Everyone would think she and Voldemort was some sort of sex-addicts.

Skeeter continued to question her about hers and Voldemort’s life. Especially their love life. The only question Hermione didn’t answer was if she loved him or not. She didn’t love him, but if she said so, Skeeter would want to know why and it would be impossible for Hermione to put Voldemort in a good light. She needed to get Harry free.

“I’m done,” the hairdresser said after almost an hour. The baby was sleeping on the table on a transfigured blanket. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and made a half smile at her now very straight hair. It was nice, all right, but it didn’t feel like her. It was just a pretty picture Voldemort wanted to put up.

“I think I have everything I need as well,” Skeeter said as she leafed through her notes. “Yes. This will be published within a week. Have a nice day.”

Both Skeeter and the hairdresser left with a small bow. Hermione sighed and looked back into the mirror. Some tears escaped her eyes. It wasn’t like she didn’t know what he was doing. He wanted more people to follow him, and he used her, the best friend of Harry Potter, a Muggle-born with superb school marks, to get it. She knew that the moment Skeeter published the interview, people would begin to wonder. Was Voldemort really such a bad wizard? Perhaps he had just done all those bad things because he was treated badly. Perhaps it was the societies fault. Perhaps it was time for a change…

She helped him. For what? To save one person’s life. She tricked thousands just to save one persons life. Harry would hate her once he found out. Those who knew the truth would hate her for doing this. Everyone in the Order… Remus… would he understand why she did it? How she had to save one of the few friends she had left. Would he think she was selfish? Because she was. Very selfish.

Her mind full of angst, she took up her baby and went back to their room. Voldemort was there, pacing around the coffee table. When she entered, he stopped. He saw her distress and let out a sigh in relief. He understood that she had done everything he asked for.

“Come here,” he said.

Numbly, she put the child in his bed and went over to her husband. He wrapped his arms around her and they sank down on the couch. She sat stiffly in his lap. He was stroking her back.

“When the interview is published, we will go away on a vacation to Brazil,” he said softly.

“Vacation?” Could the Dark Lord just go on vacation like that?

“Well, we will be looking for more signs about the Cups, of course. It will be warm there. Summer. You could put on one of those small bathing suits and lie on the beach all day…”

“I’m not a beach-person,” she said in a low voice.

“I didn’t think you were,” he admitted with a chuckle and his hand came up in her hair. “I truly like this.”

She didn’t answer. She closed her eyes and listened to his slow, steady heartbeats. Even if he had promised to tell her how he managed to get this body, they had never taken up the subject. Perhaps she was afraid of the answer.

“When will you let Harry go?” she asked.

“Tomorrow,” he mumbled into her hair, then he withdrew. “Get up.”

Hermione did. He looked up at her with a small smile. “Strip.”

Hermione blinked. Had he just told her to…? She snapped out of her distress. “Why would I?”

He chuckled. “It was just a test, dear. You seemed so ready to obey that I just had to try.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “You thought I was… You know what, fine. I’ll give you a fucking little strip tease. You are not the only one who hears thing through the walls between our room and the bathroom. I have heard you masturbate in the shower.” She kicked off her shoes and was now standing on the table, unbuttoning her robes by hand. “I bet you wake up every morning, wishing you could fuck me. But you can’t. And you are too narrow minded to think of anything else than sticking your cock inside me. You don’t consider that maybe I have needs too. Maybe you aren’t the only one masturbating in the shower.” She ripped off her robe and threw it on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but she had a black pair of knickers on. “No, because then you would actually have to think about my feelings. And that is something you can’t do. Can you?” She pulled her knickers down and threw them at him. “CAN YOU?”

During her whole little outbreak, he had simply stared at her speechless, but when he got her knickers in his lap he snapped out. He lifted the black piece of underwear and looked at it for a moment. Then he looked up at his angry wife again.

“You know I would lie if I told you I knew anything about feelings,” he said in a low voice. “However, I do know a thing or two you could do in bed… besides penetrating a body part.”

He rose and with a blink of an eye, he had thrown her over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Hermione screamed. “Let me down!”

“In a moment,” he simply said and carried her over to the bed. He dropped her on it and quickly followed after he had disposed of his own robes with a flick of his wand. He was now sitting on top of her.

She looked up at him. “I didn’t mean we should…”

He placed a hand over her mouth. “Don’t back down now, girl. You want this.”

She removed his hand. “Fine. But if you don’t make this special, I’ll never sleep with you again.”

He chuckled. “Don’t make threats you can’t keep, dear. Soon enough you will be dripping for me again.”

“You are so good at ruining moments,” she muttered.

“So are you,” he retorted and lay down next to her instead. “Now shut up, or I may decide that I want to see what happens if I penetrate your vagina.”

They looked at each other for a while. His hand came to her elbow and he slowly moved his finger up her arm. She shuddered a little, then realised that this would be an excellent moment to get to know his body. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him onto his back.

“I want to explore your body for a change,” she mumbled and sat up, placing both her hands on his chest.

She could see his hesitation even if he nodded. She smiled and looked down at his chest and stomach. There was a small string of black hair. She followed it downwards with her fingertips. Then up again. His chest was hard. She doubted the man had any fat on his body. She flicked her fingertips over his nipples. He let out a small gasp. She did it again. Then she bent over and kissed them, one at a time.

He shuddered. “Hermione…”

“I wont harm you,” she said when she heard his doubtful voice. “I can’t harm you. Turn around.”

He sighed, but smiled and then turned over so he was lying on his stomach. Hermione stared down at his back. It was smooth and pale… completely spotless, but too pale. If they went to Brazil like he said, she would make him stay on the beach as well. Get a tan. The thought made her chuckle.

“What?” he asked, annoyed.

“You could use a day or two on the beach as well,” she said and drew her thumbs along his spine. “You could also use a massage.”

He was quiet for a while. Hermione continued to feel small knots around his shoulder blades and down his spine. She wondered for a moment if he was in pain Ah, well, even if he was he was probably too disciplined to let himself feel such trivial things as pain.

“I have never had a massage,” he said in a low voice.

“Never? Never ever?” she asked, suddenly realising how special this was. Perhaps she should have had that outbreak sooner.

“Never,” he confirmed, a bit annoyed.

She placed the palms of her hands under his shoulder blades and began to draw small circles. “Do you want one now?”

“If you must…,” he said in a bored voice, however Hermione could feel him tense. It made her feel special that she was the first one to give him a massage. Her mother had always told her how important it was with human contact and closeness. It was just as important as food, air and fire.

She started easy, just to make him relax. With her palms and thumbs she tried to feel were he had most muscle knots. It turned out that he had them around his neck. She used her three middle fingers to soften his neck up and then she used her thumb to put extra pressure right on the knot.

“Merlin, woman!” he hissed and tensed up. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me!”

“Don’t be such a wuss,” she teased him. “It has to hurt before it can feel better.”

He growled but started to relax again. “It feels like my neck is on fire.”

“I know,” she said with a smirk. The anger from before had vanished completely. She wondered if that had been his plan… then decided that it didn’t matter. He was finally showing her some trust!

Was she a horrible person if she was thinking of ways to use it against him? No… not worse than him anyway.

She heard him let out a sigh when the knot in his neck started to disappear. When she couldn’t feel it under her thumb anymore, she started to rub the spot. She found a dozen other spots, although, not as big as the one in his neck. The last one was on the left side of his bottom. He let out a small yelp when she found it.

“Do you sit with your legs crossed?” she asked.

“Sometimes,” he muttered.

“It’s not good for your back or legs,” she said as she pressed harder on the knot.

“Then you must have knots as well,” he said. “You are always sitting with your legs crossed.”

“If you had let me wear knickers before, I wouldn’t feel like I was showing the world my pussy every time I sat with my legs spread,” she retorted.

He chuckled at that, then groaned when she put even more pressure on the knot. When it finally disappeared she asked him to turn over again. She discovered that he was already semi-erected. She arched an eyebrow and he gave her a naughty smile. Smiling back, she placed her hands on his knees and slowly dragged her fingertips upwards. His red eyes seemed to darken with lust as she came closer to his member. When her hand finally reached his balls, he let out a small moan.

“You know… you don’t have to deep throat me,” he mumbled.

She let go of him. “Voldemort…”

He sat up and placed her hand on him again. “I’m serious. It’s not the biggest cock in the world. If you lick it first, you can use your mouth on the top and your hand on the base.”

She slowly moved her hand over his cock. “Why do you want to get a blowjob so badly?”

He smiled and leaned closer towards her. “It’s a man-thing. I promise I’ll do the same on you.”

She couldn’t repress the shudder. “You do?”

He kissed her nose. “Yes…”

“O-okay,” she said. “but if I don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“Of course,” he said and lay back down again.

She took a deep breath and looked down at his cock. It wasn’t fully erect yet. Nevertheless, she had the feeling it would be shortly. Before she could get second thoughts, she bent down and licked the tip. It tasted a bit weird… salty and bitter. It was warm as well. She slowly licked it from the tip to the base and then up again. Down again, up again.

Voldemort was moaning by the time she finally closed her mouth around his tip.

“Watch out for the teeth,” he said, quite breathlessly.

Hermione slowly moved her mouth down over her husband’s cock. She got halfway down before the tip hit the back of her throat. She shuddered at the unpleasant sensation, but when she pulled upwards a bit, it didn’t feel so strange. With her right hand, she found the base of his member and started to move it. Voldemort moaned. Hermione felt her courage rise and started to move her mouth again.

“Suck,” he groaned. His hands were in her hair, massaging her skull.

She began to suck and was careful not to touch him with her teeth. She also squeezed harder with her hand.

“Don’t squeeze so hard!” he gasped.

She mumbled an apology against his cock, and the vibrations made him shudder.

“Use your hand to stimulate my balls,” he commanded in a quite husky voice.

After finding her balance, she lifted her left hand from the bed and started to roll his balls in her hand. He moaned, but his moan wasn’t the only thing that sounded. The baby was screaming. She lifted her head, but he pushed her down again.

“Don’t you dare stop!” he hissed. “Lolly!”

Hermione let out a small whimper in protest, but Voldemort didn’t care.

“Tend to the child,” Voldemort said to someone, probably Lolly.

Hermione could feel some tears of humiliation run down her cheek. She squeezed his balls hard and he let out a gasp. She moved upwards and he didn’t stop her this time. His eyes were closed and his head was leaned backwards. She was still holding his cock in her hand and she could feel how he began to ejaculate before his seed shot out and hit her chest.

He let out a small groan as he came down from his orgasm. He was smiling.

“Bastard,” she hissed at him.

He opened his eyes and his smile widened when he saw her sperm covered chest. “I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.”

She slapped him. “How could you call for Lolly while we were… while I was...?”

“Giving me a blow job?” he offered helpfully, not caring about her powerless slap.

She growled and made an attempt to get out of bed. However, he took a grip around her waist and pulled her down. “Don’t be like that, Hermione. He just needed to change his nappy. Lolly can do that. And she is a House-Elf. She is used to see her masters in… questionable positions. Don’t be such a prude.”

“I’m not a prude,” she objected.

“Good. Because I think I promised you something…” He kissed her neck. “Although, if you aren’t in the mood for it…”

“You just make me so angry,” she muttered, but started to relax as he continued to kiss her neck. He was always so... weird when he had had an orgasm. Nice, friendly and charming. What girl wouldn’t fall for him?

“I can make you happy again,” he promised and his left hand went up to her chest as his right hand went down to her thigh. “I always reward the people who make me happy… and you have made me very happy.”

“Well, you’ll have to work for it, because you have made me angry a lot of times today,” she growled, but only half heatedly. He was slowly stroking her thigh.

“I have?”

“Rita Skeeter? You do know she has been my enemy since I was fourteen, right?”

“No, I didn’t,” he mumbled. His mouth was right under her ear. “Why?”

“She… oh, that feels nice… She wrote a horrible article about me being together with both Viktor Krum and Harry. She wrote that I was messing with their hearts.”

“Were you?” He rearranged his limbs so she was sitting between his legs with her back against him.

“No! I was… something… with Viktor, but Harry and I have never been more than friends.”

He chuckled against her throat. His right hand was playing with her pubic hair. “You seem to have a taste for famous men.”

“No, famous men have a taste for me,” she said with a smile.

He smirked against her throat and his right hand found its way between her nether lips. “I do hope that if another famous man shows you his interest, you will not be unfaithful.”

“Not unless you give me a reason to be.”

He withdrew his hand from her pussy. “What is that supposed to mean?”

She turned her head and smiled. “You’ll see… if you make me angry enough.”

She had got the idea when Reya had told her how jealous Death Eater was. Hermione was sure that she could, in theory, get Voldemort to kill one of his Death Eaters if she made it seem to be something more than it was.

Voldemort looked down at her for a moment, then he smiled. “How very Slytherin of you, giving me a warning when I’m too relaxed to become angry. You are learning.”

He moved again so he was in front her. “Lie down. It’s time for me to return the favour.”

She frowned at the change of subject, but obeyed. He lay down between her legs and let out a hum.

“What?” she asked.

“You don’t look like you used too, down here,” he said.

She scowled. “I have pushed out a small human through there, how the hell did you think I’d look?”

He mumbled an apology and started to tease her clit lightly. She could feel some wetness form. His fingers stroked her labia slowly. Hermione felt her lower muscles tense a little. She had thought about him doing this every time she needed a release. Although, she had to admit that he was better with his cock than with his mouth. She guessed he hadn’t done this so often. He went straight for her clit. She moaned as he sucked it and played with it with his tongue. It wasn’t long before she climaxed. He knew all the right buttons.

“Did you have an orgasm,” he asked when she came done from the orgasm.

“Yeeees…,” she moaned. She had her hand in his hair and she tugged him upwards. She wanted to kiss him.

“There wasn’t much fluid,” he said and crawled up her body. “I thought that I… uhm…”

She kissed him hungrily, her hands pressing him down at her. He turned them around so they were both lying on their sides. He kneaded her arse in a very satisfying way as she sucked on his lower lip. She felt like she was on fire. Her body was already working against another orgasm. She could feel his cock between her legs, she waggled against it. Voldemort broke free from her mouth to take a deep breath, but she forced his head back down again.

“Hermi…” was all he managed to say before she bit his lip, climaxing again.

“Salazar, witch,” Voldemort gasped. “I’m hard again.”

Hermione smiled sleepy and took him in her hand again. It didn’t take much to make him come again. He groaned and she could feel his warm seed on her legs. She needed a shower… but not now, she was too tired.

“What was that for?” he asked after a while.

“Hmm?”

“That second time?”

“I just wanted to kiss you,” she mumbled.

“That wasn’t a kiss, girl, that was… something else.”

She giggled and looked up at him. “Perhaps it was what I needed after a long time of bloody knickers and too little sleep.”

He looked down at her and put a finger on her sperm-covered chest. “Perhaps it was. When you feel that it’s time to begin with real sex, tell me before so I have time to take a contraceptive potion. I wouldn’t want you to get pregnant again.”

She smiled. “No, we wouldn’t want that.” She moved closer to him and buried her face in his chest. He smelled of sweat and sex. She found that she liked that smell.

“You like to cuddle,” he noticed.

“Mm…” She had closed her eyes. He was slowly stroking her arm.

“Even if it is with me?”

“I didn’t think you’d appreciate it if I cuddled with someone else,” she mumbled.

He chuckled. “You could cuddle with a woman… you are heterosexual, right?”

“I think so. I can think other women are pretty, but I have never wanted to have sex with another woman. How about you?” she asked and realised that she had no idea if he was hetero or bisexual. She wouldn’t be surprised over either answer.

“I don’t know… I have only had sex with women. Although I have let a couple of my Death Eaters give me a blowjob, but I don’t think that is sex. It’s more like a reward. For them.”

She snorted. “Why am I not surprised by your reasoning?”

He chuckled and rolled over to his back. Then he fell silent. “What time is it?”

“I have no idea,” she mumbled and looked out through the window. It was already dark. “Six?”

He sat up and took his wand from the nightstand. Hermione watched as he naked walked over to his clothes. He pulled up a watch and cursed.

“I’m late for a meeting,” he muttered and cleaned himself with his wand before he put on his robes. “I don’t think it will take too long.”

“Whom are you meeting?” she asked and sat up in the bed.

“Dumbledore,” he said before he left the room.

Hermione stared after him. Voldemort and Dumbledore in the same room? Good Merlin, what was the world coming to?
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