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The Dragon Chronicles	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Wow times move fast when you have a puppy. His name is Dalí and he is full of energy and mischif and hardly leaves me with any computer-time! Thus the delay of this chapter and probably the coming ones. But the story is close to the end now!
I also want to thank reverseuniverse for betaing this chapter!
Enjoy!
Chapter 26
Hermione woke up the next morning feeling sore in more ways than one. The wounds that the Lestranges had inflicted on her still hurt some, but they had mostly healed thanks to Voldemort.
The other type of soreness was all his fault, though. Distracting him from asking too many questions about what she had said to the Death Eaters (and that one had got away) had worked better than anticipated. But just to be safe, she had decided to really wear him out.
It had worked better than anticipated because for the first time, Hermione was awake before him. He was snoring softly, his head turned towards the window, his right arm pressed up against her body. The covers had almost fallen off him in his sleep, only protecting the lower half of his body except his feet. He smelled of sweat, sex and that unique musk aroma that was just him.
She wouldn’t have minded turning around and falling back to sleep too, but she had work to do, and even if she didn’t her bladder would have forced her awake.
Of course, the moment she moved, Voldemort woke up as well. He yawned, stretching his long body to encompass the bed as he lithely arched his back.
Hermione found herself staring at the tenting of the covers, just over his groin. Shaking her head, she got out of the bed before she could become completely transfixed by his body.
She had more things to do. Last night, she had realised that if she were to turn everyone against Voldemort and his dragons, she would then need a way to take care of the dragons. She didn’t want to kill them since they were innocent in all this. It wasn’t the herd’s fault that their Mother was an evil bastard. However, she wasn’t certain how she would be able to take care of them if she didn’t kill them. Unfortunately, this was war.
What she did know, however, was that they would need people who specialised in taking care of dragons. Lucky for her, she was quite sure Harry and Ron were already in the place that was best equipped to teach them about how to take down dragons; in Romania with Charlie Weasley.
She would have to tell them about Voldemort becoming a Mother, though. That was crucial information. The herd acted differently in presence of a Mother and she suspected dragon tamers had a special way to deal with them under those circumstances.
She stepped into the shower, letting the hot water soften up her sore body,. Closing her eyes, Hermione took a minute to enjoy the silence as she leaned her forehead against the wall for a minute of two.
Two hands grasped her hips, and she stiffened in surprise for a moment until she recognised the feel of him.
His right hand travelled to the front of her body, down her belly, and in between her legs. She moaned, leaning back against his chest. His fingers spread her labia with his left hand, as he guided himself into her body.
Despite having sex just a few hours ago, he was hard as rock and she was dripping wet. For her, it was the stupid potion, but for him … he must be very attracted by her. She hadn’t considered it before. Or was it just a display of power?
Right now, she didn’t care. He was moving inside her fast and hard, his right hand rubbing her clit.
To make sure he got even deeper inside her, she leaned forward against the wall, bracing herself with both hands.
The water was falling onto her back, racing down her behind and legs, and splashing every time he thrusted into her. The heat enshrouded her with, thickening the air and almost making it hard to breathe.
He scratched at her clit with his fingernails and she came with a final moan only for him to quickly follow as he emptied himself inside her.
When he let go of her, she turned around to face him before sinking down to the floor. She was incapable of standing as her legs trembled from her release.
He smirked down at her as he stepped directly under the stream of water and started to wash his hair.
“Good morning to you too,” she said, leaning her head back against the wall.
“Indeed,” he smiled, rinsing the shampoo from his hair before picking up the soap to wash his body.
She had to look down to avoid getting soap in her eyes, and instead her gaze fell onto his leg. He had very fit, strong legs. She wanted to bite one of them.
Thankfully, she managed to keep the impulse under control and a few minutes later, he was done and stepping out of the shower.
“You should hurry up, McGonagall is waiting for you,” Voldemort said, grabbing a towel.
“What? Why didn’t you say so?” she said, annoyed, getting back on her feet, quickly starting to shampoo her hair.
“Didn’t I? I must have been distracted,” he smirked, leaving the bathroom with the towel around his waist.
It wasn’t about attraction, she thought bitterly. It was all about power and control.
Well, she had more control than he wanted to believe.
She dressed and got to her office as quickly as she could, her hair still a bit wet. McGonagall rose when she entered. Hermione was still not used to the respect she got as Headmistress. It was those tiny things, like rising when she entered a room, that made her want to look around for the person who should be getting the displays of respect.
Alas, there was only her.
Hermione sat down behind her desk, making a gesture for McGonagall to sit down as well. She needed to talk to McGonagall in private, but she was certain that Voldemort had some sort of surveillance in her office. The last time, she had used the excuse to look at the wards to get McGonagall alone, but she didn’t want to use the same one again.
“What can I do for you, Minerva?” she asked instead, hoping that she could hint to McGonagall to ask for her assistance somewhere else.
“I was wondering how it went at the Ministry,” McGonagall began. “When you came back last night, I was only informed that you were … busy.”
Oh, right, the Ministry. Hermione had completely forgotten about it after her ordeal with the Lestrange and then the night with Voldemort. She blushed in shame, both for having forgotten and because she knew that McGonagall knew what she had been doing instead of reassuring a worried student that everything was going to be okay.
“My meeting at the Ministry was a success,” Hermione said, forcing herself to look back up at her old teacher. “I did face a bit of trouble leaving the Ministry but my husband sorted it out, for which I had to show my appreciation.”
She hoped that no one overhearing her would hear the sarcasm in her voice. She did her best, not mentioning that Voldemort’s right hand had kidnapped her – Voldemort would not want that spread, she knew that. At least not in the open.
“I see,” McGonagall said with a frown.
“But we should probably go and inform the students that their situation has been resolved for the time being,” Hermione said, standing up again. “I really didn’t mean to keep them waiting for so long.”
“No, I didn’t think you would,” McGonagall answered with a nod, standing up too. “Miss Jarl approached me after class this morning. She is waiting in my office.”
They left the office. When they were down in the corridor, walking, Hermione cast a very subtle Muffliato around them so that no one, neither invisible ghosts nor portraits, would hear them.
“Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange are dead,” Hermione said in a low voice. “They wanted to kill me because they didn’t think I was good enough for the Dark Lord.”
“I think it’s the other way around,” McGonagall muttered.
She laughed, surprised over McGonagall’s joke. “Yes, well. I noticed something else, though. They don’t like that he has allied himself with dragons either. If I’m not worthy of him, why would creatures that aren’t even human be?
“And thinking of it, I doubt most of the wizarding world would like it if they knew. Especially that he – and I – keep our dragons so close to their children.”
“You are indeed a worthy successor of Albus,” McGonagall said, sounding very pleased. “Will you tell Harry to take a stand for a dragon free society?”
“No,” Hermione answered. “It has to be someone that already has authority. Someone that isn’t an outcast, but equally well known. I was hoping you had a suggestion.”
“Kingsley,” McGonagall said immediately. “The people at the Ministry trust him, and he has the right connections to build his platform.”
Hermione nodded. She too had considered Kingsley, but she didn’t know him enough to say for sure if he would be a good pick.
“He should start by questioning the dragons,” Hermione said. “I’m sure a lot of people at the Ministry are thinking it, but they don’t dare to say it. Though, it could be dangerous. There are still Death Eaters loyal to him and if they find out that Kingsley is questioning the Dark Lord, they could kill him just to make an example out of him.”
“Kingsley knows to be careful. He has been a double agent in the Auror’s office for years. If he starts questioning the dragons from a safety point of view, they will listen.”
Hermione smiled. “Yes, he should question the safety of their children. That should be one thing that both Death Eater supporters and those who want them gone could unite on. They all have some child they know that goes here and most of them probably want to protect them.”
“I will contact Kingsley and tell him what to do,” McGonagall said, a glint of determination in her eyes. “Then I will raise the issue during the next board meeting. That should get the ball rolling.”
They reached her office a moment later, and McGonagall opened the door for her, revealing Annie Jarl who was sitting inside, biting her nails.
Hermione smiled – a wide happy smile for the first time in ages – at the girl. “It worked. Your mother will be released to take care of your child.”
Tears immediately filled Annie’s eyes and she rushed to Hermione, hugging her tightly for the second time in two days.
Hermione patted her on her back until Annie finally let go. Then she led the girl to sit back down in the lounging area in McGonagall’s office, as the teacher followed her, sitting down as well.
“However, we’ll still have to keep this quiet,” Hermione said, tone serious. “Far too many students have their parents, siblings or other relatives locked up in Azkaban and I’m sure they are desperate to help them as well. But this won’t work if everyone starts doing it. The Ministry will not stand idly by.”
“Not to mention that it would be a bad idea for teenager to get pregnant in Hogwarts just on the off chance that it will help someone they love,” McGonagall added. “Incarceration is temporary, but a baby is permanent.”
Annie swallowed, but nodded, drying her tears on the sleeve of her arm. “I won’t tell anyone about it. But what should I say when the others realise I’m pregnant? Won’t it show?”
“You can tell them the truth,” Hermione answered. “That you and your boyfriend was careless and because of the new law, you have to keep the baby.”
“Just mention that your family is taking care of the baby while you finish your education,” McGonagall continued. “It’s not an unusual arrangement in these situations.”
“Have there been students pregnant before?” Annie asked with wide eyes.
Hermione had to hide rolling her eyes. Clearly Annie wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box.
McGonagall, probably the more diplomatic of the two, answered. “It happens, ever so often. Usually, Madam Pomfrey takes care of it, if that is the wish of the pregnant witch. I’ve only experienced two witches that choose to carry to term, and they were both in their final years and out of the school by the time the baby came.”
“Has no one ever had a baby while still in school?” Annie asked, fidgeting with her sleeve.
“Not in over a century, I think,” McGonagall said. “At that time, it was more common with arranged marriages and if a witch became pregnant young, she was usually taken from school and the marriage was hurried. Babselle the Fearless was said to have had a child young, out of wedlock, at sixteen. She went against her family’s wishes, stayed in school and got the highest marks in Charms ever recorded. All with the baby on her hip.”
“Was she a Gryffindor?” Annie asked, clearly focusing on the description of fearlessness.
McGonagall smiled. “No, a Hufflepuff. You could ask Professor Sprout more about her, if you want to. She is always happy to talk about famous members of her house.”
Annie smiled, her shoulders sinking, tension clearly leaving her. Hermione was amazed at McGonagall’s skill at putting a student at ease. Hermione would never have thought to bring up a role model like that, she quite simply didn’t have the patience for it.
Once again she was reminded how much she still had to learn on how to be a Professor. It was a good thing she didn’t have to teach classes, she’d probably go insane if the students didn’t learn at the pace she wanted them to.
Annie left, once more hugging Hermione, thanking her for her help in rescuing her mother. McGonagall had to go to prepare her next class, and Hermione followed her down, thinking about how she could contact Dobby without alerting Voldemort.
Should she just wait until he was out of the castle?
She sighed. Yes, it was probably best to keep it at one rebellious scheme at the time. He needed to believe this was just an innocent meeting with McGonagall and a poor knocked up student.
Thus, she went back to her office, finding her husband already there, sitting in her chair with his feet on her desk, talking to Dumbledore’s portrait of all people. Or well, former people.
“… I’m sorry, Tom,” Dumbledore was just saying.
Voldemort sighed and tilted his head back towards her. “You are just saying that to annoy me, Albus. I have to say, it is very petty of you. Then again, I guess annoying me is the only thing you can do these days. Being dead and all.”
Dumbledore gave that small calm smile which for some reason had always annoyed Hermione. She couldn’t quite put her finger on why, but during the years it had become Dumbledore’s trademark for “I know more than I’m telling you because I don’t want you to fuck up my plans”. Now, she was more understanding. Had she also adopted such an annoying habit when she was hiding things for people she was working with?
“Ah, Headmistress,” Dumbledore said, spotting her coming around the desk. “Your husband and I were just talking about you.”
“Why?” Hermione asked, looking down at Voldemort with a frown, wondering why on earth he had spread himself out like that over her workplace.
“I believe he was trying to bribe me,” Dumbledore replied.
“Bribe you to do what?” she asked.
“He didn’t say.”
Hermione crossed her arms, her frown deepening.
Voldemort chuckled and moved his feet off her desk before grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his lap. She landed not-so-graciously on his lap before quickly elbowing him in the side. If it hurt, he didn’t show it. She hoped it did, though.
“What are you doing here?” Hermione asked, trying not to show the shudder that went through her when his hand sneaked up her knee to stroke along her thigh.
“I was waiting for you,” he said, his thumb gently strumming the inside of her thigh. “We became a little side-tracked last night when we talked about what happened.”
She could feel a blush creeping up her neck and she cast a glance at Dumbledore who was pretending to read in his frame. He was listening for sure.
“Can we go downstairs and talk about this?” she asked.
“No, I’m very comfortable here,” he purred.
She sighed. Of course Voldemort would take every opportunity to embarrass her, why was she expecting anything else?
“Fine. So what more do you want to talk about?” she asked, hoping he hadn’t found out about the third Death Eater. He would be angrier if he had, right?
“I don’t want you to leave Hogwarts again. Not on your own,” he said firmly, squeezing her thigh.
Her eyes narrowed. “What if I need to go to the Ministry to talk to the school board?”
“They can come here.”
“And when I need to oversee the Hogsmeade weekends?”
Voldemort thought for a second. “Hogsmeade weekends are acceptable. But you do realise this is for your safety?”
Hermione huffed. “Right.”
His nails dug into her flesh and she yelped. Even though her leg was mostly healed, it was still tender where Bella had stabbed her.
“I don’t like your tone,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.
“Well I don’t like you keeping me trapped in here,” she hissed back. “This is only for your convenience. I had no problem protecting myself from two of your top Death Eaters.”
His grip of her thigh was still painful as he held her glare for several seconds. Then, it softened and he suddenly smiled.
“Regardless of what you think, I do want you to stay safe. Next time, it will not be Death Eaters, but an angry mob of snatchers, or even your former friends who believe that you have changed sides. But there is a ritual we can do that will keep you safe from what most people can do.”
She frowned. “What kind of ritual?”
He smirked, and his hand started to stroke the inside of her thigh again. “It’s a blood ritual, but it will also contain some more … pleasurable steps.”
She snorted. “And I’ll just take your word for it that it’s only for my safety?”
He shrugged. “If you ever want to leave Hogwarts on your own again…”
“I’ll think about it,” she finally said. She knew she shouldn’t agree to it, and right now, she didn’t have any pressing reasons to leave Hogwarts, so she might as well stay. It wasn’t like he had forced her to take a wand oath or anything.
“I will of course need an Unbreakable Vow that you won’t try to leave the castle until the ritual is finished,” he said, as if he had read her thoughts.
“What?” she gasped. “That’s completely unreasonable. What if there is an emergency of any kind?”
Voldemort shrugged. “We will just have to hope there are no emergencies. Besides, I believe I will be able to handle any emergencies you can come up with, which means you won’t have to leave.”
That just wasn’t going to do. When they were finally ready to rebel, she would have to be able to leave without dying!
“Give me a day to think about it,” she said, desperately.
“Sorry, no, I must have your answer now, because I have to leave again soon.”
“But then, when will you have time to do the ritual?” she asked.
“When I come back,” he answered. “Now, what will it be?”
She would just have to hope that she could live with whatever side effects the ritual would bring. She could not afford being locked down at Hogwarts.
“Fine,” she finally said through tightly pressed teeth.
Voldemort smiled broadly and leaned in to kiss her on her forehead before standing up and gently placing her back down into a standing position on the floor.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it? I will see you in a few days!” he winked at her and left her office.
Hermione fell back down into her chair again with a sinking feeling in her stomach. This would not go well.
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