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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 readers! New chapter! Hope you like it! I’m tired as hell so excuse my short review-answers, I promise I’ll do better next time!

Heidi191976; Ah, sorry but Snape is dead… but Remus destiny will be decided later!

Jessie; Nope he can’t deny that he is warming up to her!

Acidqueen; Naaw, you make me blush! I’m glad you like the story so much and I hope you’ll like the continuing.

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Hope I didn’t miss anyone now… oh, well, enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 26

Now when Hermione was with Voldemort and Dmitri again, things went back to normal. Or, as normal it could be when you were living with the Dark Lord. Since Dumbledore’s death, things had begun to change in the wizarding world. Voldemort wasn’t slow to take advantage of it. Hermione didn’t know what he did, even with her secret ability to see into his mind. He only came back to the room to sleep and have sex with her. She didn’t complain. Some would think she should be angry with him for killing one of her best friends. However, Hermione was only relieved to be back with her son. Besides, Voldemort was always killing someone. At least Harry was at peace. She knew he was. If there was a heaven, he and Ron were probably there right now, playing Quidditch with James Potter and Sirius Black. Hermione missed them, but truth to be told, she didn’t miss them as much as she had missed Dmitri.

It was the end of April and spring was at its peak. Dmitri had begun to put everything he touched in his mouth so Hermione tried to keep an eye on him all the time. He had already put Besch in his mouth twice. Since Besch was very poisonous, Hermione was afraid she would bite the child. Nevertheless, Hermione didn’t want to spend all her time in her room. She conjured up a carrying bed so she could take Dmitri with her when she went somewhere.

One morning, she decided to pay a visit to the Discipline Room for a workout. She didn’t like to have her child around the Death Eaters, but if they knew what was good for them, they would leave him alone. Dmitri smiled and made small noises when Hermione explained for him what they were about to do.

“Don’t be so cute,” she ordered with a smile. “The Death Eaters don’t deserve it.”

Dmitri let out a small giggle-noise. Hermione smiled at him and took the Floo down to the room. There were only around ten others there. They looked up when she passed them, but soon got back to what they were doing. Hermione placed Dmitri’s crib on a bench and began to warm-up, yoga style. She was in the middle of a sun salutation when she heard someone approach.

“Hi!” It was Max Lestrange.

Hermione changed to the lotus position. “Hi! I haven’t seen you for so long!”

Max sank down to the floor. “I know. I guess you have been busy… being kidnapped and all.”

She snorted. “Don’t remind me. How have you been?” When she asked, she took a closer look at him. He seemed to be very well. His hair was still long, but he had put it up in a ponytail. His dark blue eyes were smiling, just like his mouth. Hermione felt herself lighten up immediately. Not that she had been angry, before. Max only made her happier.

“Good, good. A bit busy with the twins, but you knows how it can be. How about you?”

“I have my son back, so I can’t complain.”

He looked at the child’s bed. “Ah, yes. Dmitri, right? He is… what? Three months old?”

“He will be next week.” Hermione reached over to the child’s bed and lifted up the baby. “Say hello to Max, honey.”

The baby blew a bubble of spit. Max began to laugh. “Cute.”

Hermione stroked her son’s head. “Yes, he is.”

“Can I hold him?” Max asked.

Hermione hesitated. Max was nice, but did he know how to hold a baby? Hermione snorted at her own silliness. Of course he could! Carefully, she gave the baby to him.

Dmitri whimpered a little when he left his mother’s arms. Max shushed him and the baby fell quiet. Hermione watched them with a smile on her face. Max was rocking him slowly and he seemed to be such a natural with children.

“Sometimes I can’t wait to become a father as well,” he said and smiled down at the small boy.

“Really? How old are you?” Hermione asked, a bit surprised. She didn’t have many manly friends anymore, but she had always thought that young men didn’t want to have children.

“Twenty-four this summer. I know it’s a bit early, but I always loved to take care of the younger children at the orphanage.”

Hermione’s eyes widened. “You grew up on an orphanage? I had no idea…”

Max shrugged. “It was okay. My mum was declared a madcap when I was two. I visited her sometimes, but she passed away the year before I got into Durmstrang.”

“Were you never taken into a foster home?” Hermione asked.

“A couple of times. But since I knew my real mother, I had a hard time bonding with the families,” Max said in a normal voice. He didn’t seem to be so sad about his childhood.

Hermione looked around in the room again and spotted two men watching them. One of them reminded her of Max and she guessed it was his father.

“When did you meet your real father?” she wondered.

“The year I graduated. I figured he was a wizard and I knew mum had been travelling around in Great Britain before I was born. I came here and was ambushed by some Death Eaters. When Rabastan saw me, he saved me. He took care of me and urged me to leave. But I stayed and... well, here I am.” Max made a gesture with his free hand.

“Were you never mad at him for what he did to your mother?” Hermione asked with a frown.

Max frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well… wasn’t he the one who made your mother crazy?” Hermione asked.

Max laughed. “No, he loved her. She was just sick.”

Hermione looked up at the man who was Max’s father again. He was fighting with another wizard. He appeared so hard. Could he really have loved a Muggle?

“I bet my husband wasn’t happy when he found out you existed?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Don’t know if he cared. My aunt and uncle were furious, thought. And few of the Death Eaters have never accepted me. That’s why I’m working with Fred and George. They saw how good I was with magical objects and employed me.”

Hermione was about to ask how things were with Fred and George when the fire turned green and Voldemort stepped through. She saw how his eye narrowed when he spotted her and Max together. She quickly took Dmitri back from Max.

Voldemort came over to them. “Wife.”

“Husband,” Hermione answered with a raised eyebrow.

Max quickly stood and bowed. She also saw how Rabastan Lestrange hurried over to them. Hermione placed Dmitri in the crib before she rose as well. The room had suddenly become tensed.

“What are you doing here?” he asked her in a low voice.

“I just came down here to work out. Max came over and we began to talk,” she explained with a shrug. It was no big deal after all.

Voldemort looked from her to Max and then back at her. “I see.”

Hermione wasn’t sure what he was seeing, however, she had the feeling he would do something Dark Lordish if she didn’t stop him. Fortunately, she knew exactly which bottom to press.

She placed a hand on his arm. His thought was like a whisper in her head. He wasn’t angry, only annoyed. She knew what to do. “If you want to, you and I can go back to our room and do some other… exercise.”

He began to smirk and the whole room seemed to relax. He stroked her cheek with his index finger. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?”

Hermione realised he knew what she was doing and was now trying to humiliate her. She rolled her eyes. “No, I can’t. So perhaps we should try something different?”

Voldemort arched his eyebrows. “What do you have in mind?”

“A fight.”

“A fight?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

He leaned in closer to her and whispered in her ear. “We can’t hurt each other.”

“I know,” she said, just as low. “That’s why we’ll use shields so neither of us can get seriously injured.”

He took a step back and smiled. “Very well. What kind of fight do you have in mind? Wands?” He rolled his wand between his fingers.

She smiled. Max and Rabastan had taken a couple of steps back. The other Death Eaters seemed to notice that something was about to happen. They cleared the floor and went to stand at the walls.

“No wands. But we could use wandless magic mixed with martial arts,” she said and placed her wand on the bench next to Dmitri’s crib.

Voldemort’s eyes shone. “That could be interesting.” He removed his robe and shoes. Hermione noticed that he was wearing a standard workout clothes underneath. He was probably not wearing any underpants…

She shook her head at the silly thought and tied her hair up. She wanted to be able to see everything. She was already wearing fighting clothes. Voldemort waved his wand over both of them before he placed it next to hers. Hermione could feel the shield activate.

“No kicks to the head,” he mumbled softly. “The shield is strong, but the head is very valuable.”

She simply nodded and followed him to the middle of the room. The Death Eaters were watching them with interest. Hermione didn’t really care; she was only seeing her husband. His smile had disappeared and he seemed to watch her just as carefully as she was watching him. He was slowly rubbing his fingertips against each other. Suddenly, he threw a handful of blue fire at her. Hermione jumped to her side and felt the fire fly right next to her arm before it disappeared. She wondered where he learned that trick, but had to jump again when he threw another handful of fire at her. She tried to paralyze him with a Wandless spell, but it only made him stumble.

He laughed. “Are you still sure you want to be doing this, Hermione? I know you have been practising your Wandless magic, but I wouldn’t bet on you in a fight. Especially not against myself.”

Hermione ignored his comment and used the power of the wind to try to make him fall. He stumbled backwards, but quickly regained control over the wind around him. Hermione made a grimace and let go of the spell. It was time for some direct contact. She aimed a kick at her husband’s belly. He managed to push her foot away but she quickly fisted her hand and hit the nerve in his arm. Voldemort let out a small gasp.

Before she had time to feel victorious, he gave her a small push backwards. Hermione stumbled, and would have made it, if he hadn’t put his foot between her legs. She fell down and landed on her arse. She cursed.

“Really, Hermione. I will never know where you have learnt such words,” Voldemort said with a mocking smile.

With all the power she could muster, Hermione used her legs to kick his. He fell down as well. She threw herself over him and nailed him to the ground.

“Well, well, aren’t you eager to get on top of me?” he mumbled with a smile.

She smiled back at him. Some Death Eaters chuckled. Voldemort made a weak attempt to get his hands free. Hermione just arched an eyebrow.

“I must say I expected more for Lord Voldemort,” she taunted.

His eyes hardened a bit, but his smile remained. “You want more, dear?” He fisted his hands and Hermione felt like someone took a grip around her waist and dragged her up in the air. She let out a small shriek in surprise.

Voldemort rose. She was floating in the air almost seven feet above the floor. Her head was spinning a bit. She wasn’t very fond of highs and Voldemort knew that! She tried to reach him so she could strangle him. He just laughed and captured her hands. Then he leaned toward her and kissed her nose.

“You should not ask for more than you can take, Hermione,” he said sweetly.

Hermione tried to move closer to him so she could hit him in some way. He smirked. She growled and managed to get close enough to bite his cheek. He let out a small hiss of pain and let go of the spell that kept her up. She fell down on the ground again and dragged him down with her. She was about to kick him when a Death Eater came up to them.

“My Lord!” She could hear that it was urgent and she stopped her movement. Voldemort quickly changed their position so he was straddling her.

“Oi!” she said. “Not fair!”

“You shouldn’t let yourself be distracted,” he simply said and looked up at the Death Eater. “What?”

Hermione turned her head in time to see another, female Death Eater come up to them. Hermione had no idea who she was, but obviously Voldemort did. He stood and helped her up as well.

“I think we have to continue this another time, wife. Wait for me in our room.”

Hermione blinked and saw how her husband disappeared with the woman. What was that all about? The Death Eaters started with their own training again and Hermione went over to Dmitri. Should she be worried that her husband had just left with another woman? She frowned. Since when was she worried about Voldemort being with other women? He had even promised her he would never be unfaithful!

Sighing, she took her son and decided to go back and shower. It was probably just something about a new prisoner. Or perhaps a new rebel. Whatever it was, Hermione wasn’t likely to find out. Unless she shagged the answer out of him.

Snorting at her own thought, she left the Discipline Room with Dmitri.

xxx

Since Voldemort managed to kill Dumbledore and rescue his wife, very little and very much had happened. He was now more popular than ever and in a couple of months he would probably be asked to become minister over the Ministry. However, this didn’t feel so important anymore. What he really wanted was to become immortal and in that area, very little had been achieved. He thought the answers on how to use the Cups would be found in the book he stole from Dumbledore. The only problem was that it was written in a code he didn’t understand. Both he and Hermione were working on it, but despite their brilliant minds, they simply couldn’t understand it!

So he was very happy when he saw Miss Smith, one of his best agents, enter the Discipline Room. She probably had news on his in-laws, and even if that was exciting, he was more eager to ask her to break the code of Hufflepuff’s book. He took her to his office.

Miss Smith handed him the file and when he read, he frowned. It seemed like the German Ministry had already dealt with the organisation WFM and was now trying to sort out the mess the Muggles had left. They had kidnapped more than a hundred relatives of Muggle-borns. Half of them were dead, including Hermione’s father. However, Miss Smith thought that Mrs Granger could still be alive. They only needed Hermione to confirm it. The victims of the crazy organisation had used all types of torture to see if they could find any magic in the Muggles. Many of the victims had grave mental issues and didn’t even remember their own name.

Voldemort sighed as he read. He really hoped Hermione’s mother would be fixable. It was bad enough to have a mother-in-law; he didn’t want one who was crazy. However, first he needed to tell Hermione all this. She would probably be very sad. He hated to see her sad.

Miss Smith was still standing in front of the table. “I want you to break the code of this book,” he said to her. “The faster you do it, the more money you’ll earn.”

The spy nodded and took Hufflepuff’s book. She disappeared from the room and Voldemort stood as well. He needed to tell Hermione. He went back to their room and found her feeding Dmitri. She seemed so happy. He didn’t want to ruin the peacefulness they had had since she was kidnapped. Although, she would probably be angrier if she found out he had known her mother could probably be alive and not told her.

At that moment, Hermione looked up at him with a smile. However, she must have seen that something was wrong, because the smile quickly turned into a frown.

“Has something happened?” she asked.

He nodded and went to sit across from her at the table. “Has he nearly finished?” He stroked his son’s head.

Hermione’s frown deepened. “Yes. Why?”

“I want to talk to you alone,” he said calmly. “Join me in the bath when you are done.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You want to talk to me in the bathtub? What kind of conversation will it be?”

He didn’t smile. “One of a kind, I assure you.”

“Fine,” she said and rolled her eyes. “Just give me a couple of minutes.”

“Of course.” He stood and left for the bathroom. While he waited for her, he filled the bathtub with water and put a spell on it so it wouldn’t grow cold. He conjured a chair and placed the map about her parents on it. Figuring she would begin to cry when he told her about her father’s death, he also put a roll of toilet paper on the chair.

Almost ten minutes later, she entered. He had already undressed and stepped into the tub and gestured for her to do the same. With a wave of her wand, she was naked and could climb into the tub on the opposite side of him. “What is all this about?” she asked.

Voldemort sighed. “Do you remember how I promised to look into your parents disappearing?”

She nodded.

“I sent one of my best agents to find out what had happened to them. She was the woman who interrupted our fight today.”

The girl’s eyes widened. “And?”

“They were kidnapped by a group of Muggle scientists. These people wanted to find out where magic came from and were very interested in parents of Mudbloods. They found these parents by pretending to be a support group for Muggles with wizard relatives. When your parents were taken, they were placed in a lab somewhere in Germany. I will spare you all the nasty details about what happened to them there, because the Ministry of Germany have managed to capture them. Your father is unfortunately dead. Your mother is presumably still alive.”

Hermione was already staring at him with disbelief in her eyes. She didn’t say anything for a full minute.

“Is this one of your insane jokes?” she finally asked.

“No.”

Hermione closed her eyes. “So you are telling me that my parents were taken by some crazy scientists who wanted to do experiments on them?”

“Yes.”

She was quiet again. Then she opened her eyes. “Why?”

Voldemort shrugged. “I guess they wanted to use magic for their own good. Probably as a weapon against others. They also wanted to find a way to block wizards’ magic.”

“So they… what? Dissected my parents so they could find some magic?” Her voice was trembling.

Voldemort sighed and nodded. She would begin to cry soon, he just knew it.

“And daddy died because of them?” Her voice was getting quite high.

“I’m afraid so.” Voldemort leaned forward and placed a hand on her knee. “I can try to kill them in the prison if you want me to.”

Hermione began to cry. She threw herself at him and began to hit him with her fists. Voldemort firmly took her wrists and embraced her. She cried against his chest. He slowly stroked her hair and let her cry. Surely she would want to find her mother. He would have to help her with that. Perhaps this was a good opportunity to connect with the people in Germany as well. He could always use more allies.

“We have to find her,” Hermione said after she had stopped crying.

“We will. As soon as possible,” he promised. “I just have to make sure it’s safe, then we will travel to Germany.”

She sat up and looked at him with uncertain eyes. “Why are you doing this? What’s in it for you?”

Voldemort stroked her cheek. “It can never hurt to show my good side for people in other countries. It will be easier to get allies then.” He smiled and stroked her lips with his thumb. “And if I, in the process, make my wife happy, I really have nothing to complain about.”

He could see her relax and he pulled her tightly against him. “I do take care of what’s mine, Hermione.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder. “I think I’m actually starting to believe you.”
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