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Atlantis - An Adventure	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 20208 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hello! New chapter again! Hope you like it! Thank you all for reading and reviewing!

Mrequecky: Thanks you!

QueenRuby: Haha, I don’t think Voldemort thinks like that about children. I think he is more afraid that they will do as he did to his father… or try to take over in some other way. Or, Merlin forbid, become Gryffindors! Hehe, but it really would be something to see Bella freak out if she would see Hermione pregnant with Voldemort! She’d probably die of sorrow… poor thing.

Nonentity; Yes, I know, poor Hermione. Good thing she can get her academicals kicks from Voldemort! And the child-talk will continue in this chapter… hehe. But now I won’t tell you anymore about what will happen! You’ll have to wait and see!

Chapter 20

By the time Voldemort left, Hermione only had twenty minutes to shower and dress before breakfast would be over. She got to the Great Hall just in time to get some pieces of bread. Then she walked straight to the library, figuring it was best to begin with Voldemort's mission as soon as possible. She was very curious about how that book ended up in Snape's family. Although, it would seem that Snape had no idea. Why hadn't Voldemort ever told him? Ah, well, maybe Voldemort was just his normal secretive self.

She hadn't been in the library for more than an hour when Ginny found her.

"I missed you at breakfast," Ginny said and sat down at the table across from her. "Did you stay up late reading again?"

Hermione smiled. "Something like that." Then she quickly changed subject. "What homework do you have now?"

"Transfiguration," Ginny said with a grimace. "McGonagall wants us to go through the basics in conjuring-spells. What are you doing? Isn't that a book about wizard families?"

Hermione had already come up with a lie if someone asked. "Yes, I found this Potions book that is around three hundred years old and the author's name was Prince, so I just got curious and thought that maybe he was related to Snape. You know, Snape is very good at potions even if he never wanted to teach it."

Ginny smiled. "I don't know where you find the desire to research like that."

Hermione just smiled and shrugged. When lunch came, she said she needed to use the bathroom and when Ginny left for the Great Hall, Hermione sneaked into the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey always ate with the other teachers if she didn't have any patients. Since very few students where here, Hermione was quite sure the infirmary would be empty. It was. A couple of quick spells later, she could drink a vile with Morning After potion. Hermione disposed the vile and left for some lunch.

It was a couple of hours later when Hermione felt that something was wrong. She and Ginny had been playing chess in the common room when she suddenly started to feel sweaty and nauseas.

"Perhaps you should just go to bed?" Ginny suggested.

Hermione closed her eyes. "Yeah, I think I have to." However, she didn't even manage to stand before she got sick over the floor.

Ginny flew up and vanished it with her wand. "We should go and see Madam Pomfrey."

Hermione became cold. What if Pomfrey figured out what potion she had taken? "No, I just think I need some sleep."

But Ginny was stubborn. "Maybe you got a wizards flu! Pomfrey will need to know, it's highly contagious. She will need to fill her stack with antidotes immediately."

Feeling too weak to argue, Hermione let Ginny lead her to the infirmary. By the time they got there, Hermione's stomach had begun aching and she was just thankful when Madam Pomfrey helped her to bed and let her run her tests without asking anything.

What Hermione didn't know at the time was that Madam Pomfrey had noticed the empty vile of Morning After potion and that Hermione's symptoms gave her away as the thief. Neither did she know that the moment she fell asleep, Pomfrey went straight to McGonagall who had asked the school-nurse to report any sickness concerning Miss Granger. But she would soon find out.

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"My Lord?"

"Severus! I was starting to wonder if you would ever come back." Voldemort, his snake-like glamour intact, was sitting in the Malfoy's library. They were alone, but Voldemort would not risk someone entering and spotting his true appearance.

"It has been hard to regain their trust and they haven't let me out of their sight," Severus explained and took a set in the arm chair at the opposite side from Voldemort. He did frown at Voldemort's appearance, but didn't comment it.

"I didn't expect them to trust you so fast," Voldemort said with a shrug. "But if you have anything of importance to report…?"

Severus sighed. "Not much, my Lord. Black is happy to be back and doesn't appear to remember anything about our… adventure. I doubt he would be able to hide it if he did. He is, very reluctantly, speaking in my favour in front of the others. They do however believe me when I say that you don't know Black is back."

Voldemort shrugged. "Fine. I don't care about Black. How did Potter take it?"

"With conflicted emotions," Severus replied and rolled his eyes. "He didn't seem to believe it at first, he thought it was a Death Eater in disguise. He has changed since I last saw him."

"Yes, Hermione noticed that too," Voldemort mumbled. "Still on the hunt to kill me?"

"Yes, but they don't seem to know what they should do." Severus hesitated. "How is Miss Granger doing?"

Voldemort watched his Death Eater carefully. "Fine last I saw here. She has returned to Hogwarts. Why are you so interested in Hermione's well-being?"

Severus seemed uncomfortable. "I found her very annoying when she was younger, but during the years I've taught her, I have seen her grown up to be a very cleaver young woman. I'd hate to see her turn into yet another mind-less doll, like other women in our group. And men for that matter."

Voldemort didn't like to be criticised, even if he could see Severus' point. Almost every one of his Death Eaters just did whatever he asked, hardly thinking for themselves anymore. It would be quite a shame if Hermione turned out like that. He liked to hear her view about things. Perhaps that was why he just couldn't bring himself to harm her even if she annoyed him?

Nevertheless, it was not Severus' place to tell him what to do. Without a word he snapped his fingers and Severus feel down on the floor, screaming in agony. A moment later, he let go of the spell.

"You overstepped your boundaries, Severus," Voldemort said softly. "Hermione is my girl, not yours. I'll do as I please with her. But don't fear. I won't turn her into a 'mind-less doll'."

"Forgive me, my Lord," Severus spat.

Voldemort sighed. "You are really cranky today. Leave now, before I curse you again."

Severus left with a short bow. Voldemort closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. It just wasn't fun to torture his Death Eaters anymore. He opened his eyes again and continued trying to translate the language of Atlantis.

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When Hermione woke up, she was very thirsty. Although, when she sat up, she groaned. Her stomach felt like one big bruise. Looking around she realised she was in the infirmary. There was a carafe of water on the table next to her, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to turn to get it, it would probably make her stomach hurt more.

Before she had time to try, a door opened and Madam Pomfrey came in, followed by Professor McGonagall.

"Good, you are awake," Pomfrey said briskly. "I'll just run some tests and then leave you two alone."

Hermione's eyes widened. Why did she have a feeling being alone with McGonagall wasn't so good right now?

Pomfrey pushed her back on the bed again and did some movements with her wand. "You'll live," she said after a while. "But I advice you not to do anything more tiring than walking these coming three days." She nodded at McGonagall and then left.

The Headmistress sighed and conjured up an armchair for herself.

"What is wrong with me?" Hermione asked carefully. She had a nagging feeling it had something to do with the Morning After potion.

"You had a reaction for taking the Morning After potion after the seventy-two hour limit, which is a very dangerous way to force a miscarriage." McGonagall was watching her very gravely. "We know you stole the Morning After-potion, but the question is why, Hermione?"

Hermione was staring at her teacher with her mouth open. How could that be? They only had sex maybe fourteen hours ago! It was over a week since they last... oh, fuck. Hermione thought back, trying to remember Voldemort casting the contraceptive potion in the shower. She always assumed he took care of that but then he had forgotten last night so... but there was no time to think about it now. She had to tell McGonagall something!

"I wanted to make sure I wasn't pregnant," Hermione said slowly. That part was true at least.

"Why would you be?" McGonagall looked so sad.

Hermione looked down at her hands. She couldn't lie and say that Voldemort raped her. That felt so wrong. Someone else then?

"Malfoy," she whispered and didn't even have to pretend to shudder. She had got over his attempted rape, but that man still made her sick.

McGonagall gasped. "Did Draco…?"

"No," Hermione said quickly. "I haven't seen Draco since last school-year. His father was… one night Voldemort ordered him to guard me and…" Hermione left it to McGonagall to fill in the rest.

"Oh, my poor child!" McGonagall placed a hand on her ankle. "Why didn't you tell me? We could have taken care of it immediately!"

"I guess I didn't want to know," Hermione mumbled. "But last night I sort of… well, I didn't think it would hurt to take a potion just in case."

McGonagall was shaking her head in anger. "Well, you are not pregnant now in any case. And Malfoy can't reach you here."

Hermione didn't say anything. It started to sink in that she just had had a miscarriage.

"Is there anything else you wish to tell me?" McGonagall asked after a moment of silence.

Hermione shook her head. Thank Merlin she had taken the potion now! What would have happened otherwise? Voldemort had said he didn't want to hurt her, but...

McGonagall sighed. "Well, if you ever want someone to talk to, you know where to find me."

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione whispered.

"Feel better soon." McGonagall smiled at her and then left.

At lunch, Hermione was allowed to leave the infirmary, but she had to promise to relax and come back at once if she started to feel worse. Well in the Great Hall, Hermione had to reassure a worried Ginny that she was okay and yet try not to tell what had been wrong with her. To make things even harder, Pomfrey hadn't just been over-protective when she said Hermione shouldn't do anything more than walking. She felt completely exhausted by just walking up the stairs to the common room to rest.

As the night came closer, Hermione got more and more annoyed at Voldemort. She had trusted him to use the contraceptive! He had told her he did back at Atlantis! Or had he stopped when he found out that they couldn't get pregnant there and just forgot to do it again when they came back? No, she was sure he had heard him mumble it when they were travelling from hotel to hotel. So these two last times? Was he that horny? She went to bed feeling most distressed. It didn't help when she just couldn't fall asleep. Her stomach was aching and she had got a whole knew problem to worry about. Up until now, except for lying, she had had no problem at all sleeping with Voldemort, but after this… well, this would not have happened if she didn't have to lie about being sexual active. If she could say she was, she could easily get a contraceptive potion for herself. What if something else like this happened again? What if they forgot again and didn't realise it until it was too late? Should she just sneak off to some Muggle clinic and have an abortion? But that could be risky too. Witches and Muggle hospital didn't usually go well together. It was because of the magic; witches healed quicker for example. How would she explain that to a Muggle doctor? And what if she had complications?

It was well past two when she finally dosed off… only to be awakened by a certain Dark Lord crawling into her bed.

"I'm trying to sleep!" she growled and elbowed him in the chest.

Voldemort looked most surprise by her reaction. "What's the matter with you?"

Hermione could feel tears forming in her eyes and quickly turned to her side. Unfortunately, that made her stomach protest and throb so she had to turn back to her back.

Voldemort was watching her with arched eyebrows. "Again I ask; what's the matter with you?"

"You!" she finally replied angry. "You and your horniness and poor memory!"

Voldemort seemed taken aback. Then he frowned and slowly pulled down the blanket to uncover her stomach. It didn't look different, except for being swollen, but when Voldemort put his hand on it, looking slightly sick.

"I forgot at your parents' house," he stated in a low voice.

"Yeah, I figured that out myself!" she retorted with a scowl. "And now McGonagall thinks I was raped and forced myself to have a miscarriage!"

He closed his eyes for a moment, but continued to stroke her stomach slowly.

"Did you say by whom?" he finally asked.

"Malfoy," she whispered.

He opened his eyes and studied her for a few moments. "Ah, well, that is almost true."

"I know," she muttered and turned her face away from him, still fighting the tears.

"But that is not what you are so upset about," he remarked with a frown.

She shook her head, not intending to say anything about it. Voldemort didn't say anything either, just sat there, stroking her stomach in a comforting way. After a few minutes, Hermione couldn't take it anymore, so she told him about her worries about not being able to get help without lying if a situation would occur.

Voldemort listened without a word and when she finally stopped talking he was quiet for a moment.

"I may have been a little harsh the other night," he said slowly and pretended not to hear her huff. "But I just didn't want you to think I wouldn't mind having a baby, because I really don't want one. Although, that doesn't mean you can't come to me for help if you would find yourself being pregnant. In fact, maybe it would be better if you came to me directly. Severus is one of the best Potions Masters in the country and he can brew something to take care of the problem. If there would be any complications… well, I would rather be there to help you than having you sent to St Mungos where I can't see you at all."

It felt like a stone had fallen off her shoulders. "You really mean that? You won't curse me for being pregnant?"

Voldemort smiled. "Of course not. And if it will make you feel safer, I'll tell Severus to do a very potent contraceptive potion for you. They are very expensive to buy, but you only have to drink it once and than you will only have to take the antidote to become fertile again."

Hermione had heard Lavender and Parvati talk about that potion last year. It was supposed to have very few side-effects and the antidote was very easy to come by, but the potion itself was rare and very valuable.

"I think that would be very helpful," she said with a small smile.

Voldemort smiled back and bent down to kiss her. Hermione answered the soft kiss, but soon withdrew. "I don't think I'm up for sex."

"I know," he answered and pressed his lips against hers one more time before he sank down on the pillow next to her. "We'll just sleep."

Hermione yawned and felt much more relaxed than she had just five minutes ago. Voldemort let his hand lay on her stomach in an almost protecting gesture. The last thing that flew through Hermione's head was how she wanted to be with him forever.

Many hours later, Hermione woke up again, feeling much better. Voldemort was still asleep and during the night his hand had come up to her left breast. He was snoring softly. She was hit by how very young he looked when he was asleep. He had always seemed timeless to her, but now, when he was relaxed, he really did look like a twenty-something young man. Which was funny since he really was seventy-two years old.

She couldn't stop a giggle rising in her throat and Voldemort let out a strangled snore and woke up.

"What is it?" he mumbled, but didn't open his eyes.

"You are cute when you are asleep," she teased.

He snorted. "Miss Granger, I'm the Dark Lord. Nothing about me can be described as cute."

She giggled again and carefully turned to her side so she was facing him. Her stomach felt much better now. She sneaked one arm around his waist and moved closer to him so she could kiss him. He answered her kiss and the hand that was still on her breast squeezed it. It was a lazy and soft snogging session which made Hermione feel happy and relaxed. She was quite surprised when Voldemort suddenly froze and in the next second turn into a small serpent and then quickly slide under the covers and down her leg. Hermione was about to ask what he was doing when the door opened and Ginny stepped in.

"Good morning," Ginny said with a friendly smile. "I just wanted to see how you were doing?"

Hermione could feel her face heat up and was thankful she was fully covered by the blanket. Between her knees, Voldemort was trying to settle down.

"I'm feeling much better," she admitted. "I just woke up."

Ginny came over to sit down at the end of her bed, looking doubtful. "Are you sure you are okay? You look a little flushed. Do you have a fever?"

Hermione's blush increased. "Ah, no. I'm just not used to have my friends walking in on me when I'm naked in bed."

As she had anticipated, Ginny immediately rose, flushing a bit too. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realise… But didn't Pomfrey say you should relax?"

"Well… I do feel rather relaxed," Hermione said awkwardly.

"Oh, right. Yes. Of course." Ginny backed away. "So… I should go and let you get dressed."

"Yeah, thanks," Hermione said and sat up with the blanket pressed against her chest, as if she planned to get up the moment Ginny left.

However, Ginny suddenly stopped. "What is that on your shoulder?"

Hermione looked down and spotted the scar after where Remus had bit her months ago, she quickly brushed her hair over it. "Nothing."

Ginny looked at her in disbelief and walked back to the bed and brushed Hermione's hair away. "That is a bite-mark. Who has bitten you that hard?"

"It was an accident," Hermione mumbled. "I don't want to talk about it."

Ginny nodded slowly. "Are you sure? Okay then. See you at breakfast?"

Hermione nodded, knowing that Ginny wouldn't let it go that easily; she would wait for the right moment to ask again.

When Ginny left, she sank back on the bed again, sighing. Voldemort transformed back to a man. "You are quite a good liar."

"Coming from you, I guess I should take that as a compliment," she muttered. "But I will have to tell Ginny about the bite-mark some time."

Voldemort shrugged. "I can't say I care about whether you tell her about Lupin biting you or not."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks for reassuring me."

He snorted. "I think I should leave now." He leaned down and kissed her one last time. She answered the kiss and it turned quite passionate before he finally withdrew. "Do try not to hurt yourself again."

She just rolled her eyes again, but when he had left she threw herself back in bed with a happy smile on her face and a warm feeling in her stomach. It took her a couple of minutes to recognise the feeling. She was in love.
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