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The Contract	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55312 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hello! New chapter all ready! It’s only because I’m going on a small skiing-trip with my family tomorrow and I don’t want you to a whole week because I don’t have internet! That’s how friendly I am *smirk*.

Review answers!

Heidi191976; All your wonderings will be answered in this chapter! Hm… sorry, but it really was Severus! *hides*

Sjauthor; Ah, Dumbledore isn’t evil, per se, he just does what he thinks he needed with a little harm as possible. I mean, what is Hermione’s life against (at least he thinks) the life of the whole world?

Marieve; Is this soon enough for you? *Smile* Glad you liked it!

Jessie; If you continue to read, you may see that your hopes will be… yeah, I’ll let you read *smirk*

MeganArmida; Glad you like it! Thanks for reviewing!

Ginnylovesharry07; I’m not sure if they want to get rid of her… although, I don’t think Hermione is really concerned about betraying them, more their ideas. And now it’s up to her if she will join Voldemort even more, or if she shall try to fight for what she believes is good. Oh, well…

Roxie; Hehe, well, Dumbledore has never been an angel, has he? I hope you like the chapter!

Oh, and beware of the smut! If you don’t like it, skip the end of this chapter!

Chapter 25

Voldemort dismissed Antonin and started to pace Severus’ room. The imposter on the bed turned back to her real body. Voldemort recognised her as a teacher from Hogwarts… Honks? Hooks? Ah, it didn’t matter. When his plan was completed he aimed his wand at Severus again. You really couldn’t trust anyone. And now, Severus would pay for his unfaithfulness. When Voldemort was done, he locked Severus inside the room and left. He would need some sleep before he set his plan in motion.

After dusk, Voldemort woke up again. He ordered Lolly to take care of Dmitri and went back to Severus’ room. When he got there he saw Miss Radcliff standing outside. When she heard him, she turned around with a frightened look on her face.

Voldemort crossed his arms. “I thought I told you that you weren’t welcomed here anymore.”

Miss Radcliff twisted her long red hair around her fingers. “I… Severus and I decided to have dinner, but he never showed up…”

Voldemort came closer to the werewolf. She reached for her wand, but he captured her hands and pushed her against the wall with his other hand around her throat. Not suffocating her, just showing her that he could.

“Did you kill him?” she whispered. Her eyes were big and frightened.

“Not yet,” he said with an unpleasant smile. “So if you want to say your goodbyes to him…?”

She nodded. He smirked and removed her wand before he let go of her. Then he opened the door to Severus’ room and let her in. Miss Radcliff gasped when she saw her broken lover on the floor. His skin was bluish and he had dried blood under his nose. He was barley breathing. The werewolf began to cry as she desperately tried to wake him up. Voldemort heard a lot of “honey”, “I love you” and “don’t leave me”. He didn’t care. He went over to the potions and found what he was looking for. Polyjuice. Dumbledore would get a taste of his own medicine.

He went over to the couple on the floor, snatched some of Severus’ hair and put it in the bottle.

“Can’t you help him?” Miss Radcliff asked.

Voldemort looked down at her. “Did you know your boyfriend betrayed me? He tried to have me killed!”

She looked at him with big pleading eyes.

He snorted. “Why do you want him anyway? He isn’t rich, handsome or powerful.”

She blinked. “He makes me feel like I am someone!”

Voldemort shook his head. “Pathetic. Well, you have a couple of hours left with him. Enjoy.”

He left and locked the door behind him again. He still had her wand so she wouldn’t be able to leave. Now it was time to put his plan in motion.

After he had swallowed the Polyjuice he rearranged his clothes (Severus was thinner than him) and Apparated to Hogsmeade. Ignoring the inhabitants of the small village, Voldemort ran all the way to Hogwarts. Dumbledore, the wife-kidnapping bastard, was standing in the entrance hall when Voldemort hurried inside.

“Headmaster,” Voldemort said in his best imitation of Snape. “I need to talk to you at once, it’s urgent.”

Dumbledore beckoned Voldemort to follow him up to his office. As they went, Voldemort wiped the sweat from his forehead. Severus was in quite good shape, although his body wasn’t as strong as Voldemort. And the hair was just annoying! Couldn’t he at least put it up in a ponytail?

They entered the Headmaster’s office and Dumbledore made a gesture for Voldemort to sit down.

“What happened?” Dumbledore asked, clearly worried.

Voldemort took a couple of deep breaths. “The Dark Lord almost fell for the disguise, however… he must have noticed something. Hooch tried to stab him, but he was too fast. She is dead, Albus.”

Dumbledore placed a hand over his eyes and sighed. “How did you manage to flee?”

“He was furious; I have never seen anything like it. When Hooch turned back to her normal self, he figured out you had taken his wife and… he is coming, Albus. He said he would gather all his Death Eaters and come here to kill you.” Voldemort could see the wheels spinning in the other man’s head. He leaned back in the armchair and pretended to be worried.

“I’ll have to call the Order,” Dumbledore finally said. “How much time do you think we have?”

“An hour at most,” Voldemort said gravely. “They will be arriving to Hogsmeade.”

Dumbledore nodded. “We should put Mrs Riddle on the front line, if he sees her, he may reconsider…”

Voldemort had to force himself not to attack the old man right there and then. No one, except him, was allowed to treat his wife like a mere pawn!

“Or, you could lock her up in this castle, that way, he won’t dare to attack. He won’t risk hurting her,” Voldemort suggested. “You could tell him she is Polyjuiced so any student he or his Death Eaters are hurting could be her!”

“Excellent plan, Severus. Bring the Polyjuice here as soon as you can. I’ll be right back with Mrs Riddle,” Dumbledore said, quickly stood and disappeared through the fire.

Voldemort smirked after him and looked around in the room. Now was the time to search for the book where Dumbledore had found his information about the Cups.

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Hermione was practising wandless magic to open the door when it suddenly opened. For a moment she thought she had actually succeeded, then she saw Dumbledore standing there. He didn’t look happy at all. He actually looked quite mad.

Hermione felt smug. “So… the plan failed?”

With a flick of the old man’s wand, Hermione found herself bound and blindfolded. She started to ask a question, but he gripped her arm and dragged her out of the room. Hermione stumbled after him. They only walked for a minute before she felt the sensation of being moved through a Floo. What was going on? Had Voldemort found her and was Dumbledore trying to get her away?

They stepped out from the fire and Hermione stumbled over something soft. She let out a yelp when she fell down on the floor.

“Avada Kedavra!” Hermione froze. That sounded like Snape. Was Snape trying to kill her? No… she was still alive. Was Snape trying to kill Dumbledore?

Lying as still as she possible could, Hermione heard more spells being cast. It sounded like Snape and Dumbledore were duelling. Things were smashed. Hermione felt something hard hit her back. Probably a book. She cursed and wondered is she should try to crawl away. It sounded like the men were busy, perhaps she could escape? She slowly started to crawl away toward the fire. If she managed to get to the wall, perhaps she could find something sharp and get rid of the bonds.

She heard more things break. The wizards were probably casting silent spells now. She could still hear breakings and some whooshing sounds. What was going on? There was a bright light and if Hermione hadn’t worn the blindfold, she was certain she would have been blinded. There was a loud thump and then nothing.

“Dumbledore?” she asked, trying to localise a sound, although there was none. “Hello?”

Footsteps. Someone was walking toward her. She recognised those footsteps. In the next moment, someone lifted her up and kissed her. Hermione felt like the whole world stopped spinning. The kiss was so intense and passionate that she didn’t know if she would cry or laugh. She could also hear thoughts. Not as strongly as she could almost a month before, but they were there; My wife. I will never let her leave again. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!

Hermione could feel the tears begin to run down from underneath the blindfold. He pressed his body against hers and untied her. Hermione’s hands flew up to his head and… she noticed that something was wrong. Since when did Voldemort have long hair?

He seemed to notice it, because he let go of her. When she opened her eyes, she was quite shocked to see her ex-teacher standing there. “What…” Then it hit her. He must have figured out that Snape was a spy and was now pretending to be him.

“Wife,” Voldemort-pretending-to-be-Snape said.

“Voldemort,” she said with a smile. Then she became worried. “Why are you rescuing me? Did something happen to Dmitri?”

Voldemort chuckled and his hand came up to her cheek. “Dmitri is fine, my dear. But you belong with us, that is why I rescued you.”

Hermione smiled again and placed a hand on his chest. “I know you missed me.”

He scowled, which suited the Potions Masters face perfectly. However, the Polyjuice was loosing its effects and his hair was staring to shrink.

“It’s okay,” she said and stroked his chest. It began to widen under her touch. “I missed you too.”

He embraced her and she could feel his whole body return to its normal shape. “I know you did. Let’s go home.”

Hermione was about to say yes, when she remembered Dumbledore. She broke free from her husband’s embrace. She saw the old headmaster’s head lying about three feet away from his body.

“Oh,” she sighed.

Voldemort placed a hand on her head. “Oh, indeed.”

“So that’s it?” Hermione asked, not really certain how she should feel about the death of a man she had grown to despise. “You won?”

Voldemort chuckled and hugged her from behind. “Well, the Order is quite screwed. Give me a month or two and the Ministry will officially stop hunting me and my Death Eaters.”

She played with her fingers over his hand. Thoughts and plans about who he had left to kill crossed over to her. She wasn’t overwhelmed with them, though. It seemed like those Occlumency sessions she had forced herself to practise had paid off. Now she could block him out so he was just a background noise.

“What will you do now?” she asked.

He lifted her up. “Now, you are going to take care of your son and I’ll deal with some things. Then, I’m going to reclaim my wife. Sometime after that we are going to search for the Cups.”

Hermione looked up in his face. His red eyes were looking down at her with a soft glow. A thought crossed over to her; You will be with me forever. She sighed. Yes. She would be with him forever. However, she would be damned if she let him control her. Their relationship would probably be a very interesting one.

He carried her through the fire and they entered their own bedroom. Hermione realised she had missed it as well. A small whine came from the crib at the end of the bed. Hermione got down from Voldemort’s arms and hurried over to her son. She lifted him up and squeezed the poor baby.

“I’m home now, honey,” she whispered and felt some tears escape her eyes. “Mummy is home.”

“I believe he wants some real food,” Voldemort mused.

Trembling a little, Hermione sat down on the bed and opened her robe. Merlin, she hoped she was still able to give breast milk. She would never forgive herself if she couldn’t. Thankfully, the milk started to flow the moment Dmitri began to suck. It must be the magic of her body.

“I have some things to deal with.” Her husband came up to her and gave her a small kiss. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

She nodded and slowly moved on the bed so she could sit more comfortably. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes as Dmitri continued to eat. She was home.

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Voldemort was so happy he almost danced on his way to Snape’s room. His wife was back and he had killed the last great threat against him. Oh, happy day! However, he was the Dark Lord and dancing down the corridors wasn’t something he did. Instead, he walked with grace and an evil smirk on his face.

He reached the Potions Masters room and unlocked the door. When he went inside, he noticed that a few things had changed. The corpse of the teacher had been moved somewhere and Severus was now lying on the bed. Miss Radcliff had washed him and was now slowly combing his hair.

Voldemort frowned. “Is he dead?”

Miss Radcliff nodded.

“How?” he was a bit disappointed. He had planned to celebrate with his Death Eaters and use what was left of the Potions Master as a game. It was to show them all what happened if they betrayed him.

“I killed him,” the werewolf said. “I have heard what you do to traitors. At least he is at peace now.”

Voldemort blinked. “You killed your own lover?”

She looked up at him. She had been crying. “It was the only thing I could do.”

Voldemort crossed his arms. Should he let the werewolf take the traitors place? No, perhaps not. If Hermione heard about that, he was sure she wouldn’t stay happy for too long. And an angry Hermione meant no sex.

“You have one hour to leave the country,” he said. “If I see you again… well, you know what I’ll do.”

She nodded and bent down to kiss Severus one last time. “Will you keep Hermione and the toddler safe?”

“Why do you care?” he asked and watched as she picked up a small bag from the floor. She had probably raided all the good potions from Severus.

“Hermione is the only one who has been really kind to me.”

Voldemort smirked. “Yes, she does tend to care about the hopeless cases. I heard she tried to free House-Elves once.”

Miss Radcliff shrugged. “I should have ripped your throat off when I had the chance.”

“Crucio.” He cursed her with her own wand. When he was done, he threw the wand at her. “I believe you only have fifty minutes left.”

The werewolf winced and he left her there. It was time to notify his Death Eaters about their latest victory. They would start to celebrate and Voldemort could sneak back to his room for some celebration of his own.

He summoned all his Death Eaters, and as he had expected, they took the news with a cheer. He stayed for almost half an hour because everyone wanted to congratulate him for his success. Normally, he would have liked it. However, now he only wished to get back to Hermione. When Lucius arrived and acknowledged that the entertainment for the night was ready, the Death Eaters left Voldemort alone and he could finally leave.

Hermione wasn’t in the room when he came back. He grew cold. Then he heard the toilet flush and he relaxed. He entered the bathroom and found the girl washing her hands. For some reason, she wasn’t wearing anything but her underwear.

“Didn’t I tell you not to leave?” he asked.

Hermione arched an eyebrow. “Dmitri spat all over my robe, and then I needed to use the bathroom.”

Voldemort came up to her and put his arms around her. “Shall we take a bath, then?”

She smiled, but then her appearance changed and she became serious. “We need to talk.”

He kissed her hand. “We can talk in the bathtub.”

“But I…” He pulled her over to the bathtub. With a swish of his wand, it was filled with hot water. “Voldemort!”

“Yes, dear?” He removed their clothes with another swish and then made her enter the tub. He sat down with her against his chest.

“If you hadn’t just rescued me from the Order and reunited me with my son, I would be very angry with you,” she said. She didn’t try to move away from him, but he could feel her tense up.

“Why is that?” he asked and moved his hands over her stomach. It felt so good to feel her again.

“Why didn’t you tell me Harry killed himself?” she asked.

Voldemort sighed. He wanted to have a good and hard shag with his wife. Why did women always want to talk about everything? “I warned you he was suicidal.”

“You wanted him to kill himself, right?” she asked, turning her head a bit.

“Do we have to talk about this now?” he complained.

“Yes.”

He sighed. “Fine. Yes, I wanted him to kill himself because then I wouldn’t be blamed.”

“So you just drove him to the edge so he could jump?”

“Something like that.” He stroked her arms. “Are you sad?”

“Of course I am. He was my best friend since I was eleven.” Probably because she wanted to get some frustration out, she pinched him.

Voldemort took her hands in his and sank lower in the tub. “Don’t pinch me like that, wife.”

She snorted and was quiet for a while. Voldemort was about to bend down and kiss her when she opened her mouth again.

“What will happen to Remus?” she asked.

He sighed. “It depends on him. I don’t have to kill him. If you convince him to join us…”

“He would never do that,” Hermione mumbled. “Can’t you just… leave him alone?”

Voldemort stroked her cheek. “If he leaves us alone, I don’t see why not.”

She leaned against his touch. “I won’t let you kill him.”

Voldemort had to bit back a laugh. “Do you think you could stop me?”

“Yes,” she said simply.

He chuckled. “We’ll see about that… However, I think I know something that will make you feel much better.”

He made her lean forward and slowly started to draw circles on her back. She let out a sigh when his thumbs moved over a tense spot. He worked on it slowly. She didn’t say a word. His hands moved downwards, parallel with her spine. She moaned softly. With his fingertips, he followed the lines of her hipbones. She was a bit thinner than she had been before. It made him angry to know the Order hadn’t treated her well. Good thing he had killed Dumbledore.

His hand came up to her stomach. He rearranged their positions so she was sitting in his lap again. They both moaned when their genitals touched each other. She gently rubbed her pussy against his erect cock. His fingertips danced over her stomach and up to her breasts. He caressed the underside of them before he softly pinched her nipples. She let out a gasp. He moved her hair so he could kiss her neck. She was hot underneath his lips. Deciding to leave his mark, he sucked her tender skin and she moaned again.

Her small hand came down to his cock and she teased the head with her index finger. He shivered when she stroked the underside of it. He placed his hand over hers and made her stroke his member harder. She let out a whimper and he knew she was ready for the finale. Determined, he removed her hand and entered her pussy with one hard stroke. She moaned when he started to push in and out of her and rub her clit at the same time. She turned her head and he managed to capture her lips.

His head felt blissfully empty. All he knew was the feeling of her warm cave. He had dreamt about this and he was sure she had as well. She was supposed to be with him forever. He would never let her leave him again. Somehow, he would make sure she never left. She belonged to him. Always.

She came with a scream. He quickly followed. She fell back against him, sobbing. He closed his eyes and smiled. The water was almost cold, so he heated it up with a wave of his hand. She cried softly against his chest. He stroked her stomach.

“Why are you crying?” he finally asked.

She didn’t answer.

“Hermione, when I ask a question, I want an answer.”

“Prick,” she muttered and took a couple of deep breaths. “It was just… intense.”

Voldemort smiled. “Yes, I am.”

She snorted. Dmitri started to cry from the bedroom. They both sighed.

“I’ll get him,” she said and made an attempt to rise from the bathtub.

He gripped her wrist. “Lolly can take him.”

“I have been without him for two weeks. I need to take him,” she said and broke free.

Voldemort sighed, but let her go. She would only be angry if he didn’t let her go and that would ruin the cuddling anyway.

Wait.

Had he just thought that he wanted to cuddle with her?

Yes. He had. He wanted to cuddle with his wife. He groaned and raised form the bathtub as well. Hermione had already disappeared into the bedroom. Voldemort picked up a towel and started to dry himself. Since when did he like cuddling with Hermione? It must be because she had been away from him so long. Yes, that must be it. He didn’t like to cuddle, he just… just…

He didn’t know what, but he was sure it was something. It would probably disappear soon enough.
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