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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, hello! I thought it would be better if I update quick this time. Everyone seem to want to know what happens! And I have got so many reviews for the latest chapter! In total 36! That’s a new record for me! I love them!

Review answers!

Ginnylovesharry07; Haha, yeah, I thought the ending would be funny. I’m glad you liked it!

Marieve; I’m glad you didn’t explode even if it were a mean cliffy, tihi. And you’ll find out exactly how furious Voldemort is in this chapter!

Heidi191976; It seems you know Voldemort quite well. Tihi, hope you like this chapter!

Megnutz; duh, duh, duh, indeed! I’m so evil! Now, see how nice I am with a quick update!

Acidqueen; You can have Max, Hermione doesn’t want him for more than a friend! Uhm, well, as you said yourself, everything can happen in the magical world. And it’s usual for people in great traumas not to remember everything at first. I took from my own experience there. And he did get back most of his memories; he was just repressing them at first.

Ugh, I would never be able to let Max kill Voldemort! Max is cute and all, but he is no winner… not in my world at least!

Yes, as you’ll find out later, Rose has always been a strong woman. Although, this must be very traumatic. And she was totally gone when they found her… I don’t think she remembers everything either, just the fear and some thing. Also, she didn’t speak with anyone there so every day was just the same horrible thing. Which also leads to that it feels like a long nightmare.

Well, since he burnt his body, no one can 100 % confirm that Hitler had Parkinson, but from the evidence we have, it’s likely that he had it. It’s quite a visible disease, you shake a lot and can’t control it. Hitler had it on his left side, so other people have said that he always held his left hand in his right so no one would see it shaking, but on one film, you can see how he shakes a lot. And I heard somewhere that he made a lot of irrational decision because of all the amphetamine and stuff he took.

Haha, if I mention Max in the one-short sequel, I’ll write that he has found a girlfriend in Bulgaria, and then you’ll know I’m thinking about you! Enjoy the chapter!

Extraho; Ah, sorry, but yes it was! Scroll down to the chapter and see for yourself!

Cosette.x; nooo, don’t die! Read the chapter instead!

Aimee; Scroll down to the chapter and then you’ll see who it is! Hope you like it!

Now I won’t let you wait much longer, enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 29

“Took you long enough to remember.”

The words were spoken in a harsh hiss. Hermione spun around just in time to see her husband close and lock the door, his hands shaking when he did it. Hermione stood; it was never good to face an angry Dark Lord sitting on the floor.

“Voldemort…” She didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t,” he said with his eyes on the man on the floor. “Just don’t.”

Max was no longer blushing, instead his face was white in fear. “M-my Lord.”

“Oh, so now you remember as well.” Voldemort let out a high, cold laugh. His hands were still trembling and Hermione didn’t know if it was from anger or from something else. “When I’m done with you boy, your father will be searching for the pieces of your body for weeks. Unless I kill him too and then no one will care about finding you.”

Hermione knew she had to do something fast, or else Max would die. She didn’t want anyone else to die because of her.

“It was just a mistake,” Hermione said in a low voice. “I was sad and Max just-”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” Voldemort turned toward her. His eyes were like a red storm. “If you say one more word, you will also be searching for pieces of your son for the next couple of weeks!”

That made Hermione realise how furious Voldemort was. He had never threatened to kill Dmitri before, to send him away, yes, but never kill him. However, instead of becoming scared like Voldemort surly had intended, she became angry. She went up to him and slapped him. Voldemort became so surprised that he merely blinked at her.

“Don’t you dare threaten our son! If you kill him, I swear by any God in the world that I will make you suffer more than you have ever made anyone suffer before!” she screamed.

Voldemort gripped the front of her robe. “Hit me again woman and it will be the last thing you ever do.”

She wanted to hit him again. She wanted to rip his throat out and let him bleed to death. However, thanks to the Contract, she couldn’t. So what did she do? She kissed him. She kissed him long and hard until she almost fainted because of the lack of oxygen. When she finally let him go, she realised that she was also pressing him against her and that his arms were around her, they were both crying.

“How could you?” Voldemort whispered. “You are mine! You love me! How could you do this?”

There it was again. Hermione’s eyes narrowed, why did he think she loved him? Why did he say she loved him? She was certain she had never told him she loved him, not even in the tones of passion. Did she love him? Nevertheless, that was not the problem now. Right now, she needed for him to calm down.

“It was just a mistake,” she said and stroked his cheek. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Voldemort seemed to relax. “Yes, you will.”

Hermione relaxed as well and leaned her forehead against his shoulder. Voldemort held her tightly against his body, just like a little boy who had lost and found his dearest teddy bear.

“Why is he even here?” Voldemort suddenly asked.

Hermione realised that this wasn’t the best time to start an argument about Reya. “He came to fetch his father’s camera.”

“Then why were you crying?”

She sighed and turned her head. Max was still frozen in shock. Although, he seemed to try to make himself as small as possible.

“He gave me a letter from Reya,” Hermione said as indifferent as she could. If she could make Voldemort believe that it didn’t mean anything, perhaps Max wouldn’t die because of that.

“I see. So if I don’t kill him for the… mistake, I can kill him for being a traitor.”

Hermione looked up and into his face. “What is wrong with receiving a letter from Reya? All she said was that I could never see her again!”

Voldemort looked into her eyes. “Is that all Miss Radcliff said? She didn’t say why you couldn’t see her again?”

Hermione didn’t answer, but Voldemort saw the answer in her face. “I thought so. Crucio.”

Max began to scream and she gasped when she realised that Voldemort had his wand in his hand the whole time. She tried to move it, but he just pushed her away. After a couple of minutes, he broke the curse. Hermione wasn’t stupid enough to run to Max and see if he was okay. Voldemort would just take it as an excuse to curse him again. Instead, she turned to her husband and placed both hands on his chest.

“Can’t we just go somewhere and talk?” she asked. “It isn’t his fault.”

Voldemort arched an eyebrow. “Not his fault? Do you mean you were the one to start the kiss?”

Hermione sighed. “No, I didn’t mean that. Look, it is not his fault he has feelings for me. You can’t curse people because they like someone.”

Voldemort looked like he wanted to say that he very much could hurt someone for liking the wrong person, but Hermione didn’t give him the opportunity to talk.

“Perhaps it is my fault for making him believe that he could kiss me. Maybe I was too nice, I didn’t want him to kiss me! Why would I when I have you?” It wasn’t just flattery, it was true. However, flattery always seemed to satisfy Lord Voldemort.

“Let’s go to our bedroom,” she whispered and hesitated before she added. “I could let you spank me.”

Those words made Voldemort smirk. “Believe me, I will. But first I will-”

“No,” she said firmly and put her hand over his wand. “You won’t kill him.”

Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. “Hermione…”

“Voldemort, you will not solve any problems by killing him, only create more. Take it out on me instead,” Hermione whispered. She wasn’t scared, although she did hope Voldemort would go easy on her.

Thankfully, her husband seemed to consider it and after a couple of moments he let his wand down. “Fine, I won’t. However, I will make sure he won’t be able to talk about this to anyone.”

Hermione looked down at Max who had begun to cry, probably out of relief. “Fine.”

Voldemort went over to Max and waved his wand over him and mumbled a spell. When he was done, he turned to Hermione again. He looked at her for a couple of moments, then opened the door to the room with his wand and led her out to the terrace. Hermione remembered her mother and for a moment she was worried he would do something. She was relieved when he merely stopped in front of Rose.

“A friend of ours has passed away,” Voldemort said in a low voice. “It’s her funeral today. We will probably be away for the rest of the day, can you watch Dmitri?

“Oh, of course. Is there anything else I can do?” Rose asked with a concerned look at Hermione.

Voldemort shook his head. “No, thank you. We will see you tomorrow.”

He Apparated them away. When Hermione opened her eyes again, they were standing at their former home, the Factory. Voldemort led her straight to their bedroom. He didn’t say anything and Hermione began to worry about what he would do. They didn’t have any direct contact so she couldn’t see into his mind. She knew he couldn’t physically harm her and that was a small relief. However, Voldemort knew quite a bit about other types of pain.

When they entered the bedroom, Voldemort locked the door, pushed her down on the bed and tied her hands above her head. Hermione was quite surprised, and funny enough, not scared. She had hurt him and now he would take it out on her. It was better than him killing someone, and he couldn’t do anything too bad to her.

“We are going to have a very, very long talk,” Voldemort said with a stern voice. “And I wish for you to tell me the whole truth and nothing but the truth during the talk.”

Hermione felt the string of magic run through her when he told her his wish. This would be interesting.

“Did you like to kiss that… boy?” he asked. He was standing next to the bed with his arms crossed.

“No,” Hermione answered. “It’s always nice to know that you are appreciated, however, I didn’t like kissing him. It just felt wrong.” She rearranged her body so that she was lying with her legs bent; it felt nicer on her back.

“Have you ever wanted to kiss another man?” he asked. His voice was as cold as his eyes.

“You need to be more specific,” she said calmly. “Before I married you I wanted to kiss other men, but not afterwards.”

“I see. And yet, so many men look at you with lust in their eyes. Haven’t you noticed?” He took a step closer.

“No, I can’t say I have.” She forced herself to stay calm. If she just answered his questions, it would be okay.

“I want to rip their eyes out every time they look at you,” he spat. “Your big eyes and petite body, I can see that they want to fuck you. If it weren’t for me, you would have been taken by a band of Death Eaters and been raped countless of times before they finally killed you. Some of them would continue even after you were dead. They would cut you open and-”

“I get the picture,” she said and fought a wave of nausea.

He nodded. “Good. Not all of them are like that. Some are like Lestrange, they just want a quick shag and a shy good-bye.”

“I would never cheat on you,” she answered honestly.

He looked down at her a couple of seconds. “Because you love me?”

Hermione blinked. There it was again. Love. “Why do you think I love you?”

He seemed surprised. “You don’t love me?”

“I… perhaps I do, I don’t know. You are a very difficult man to love. Although, I do feel something for you,” she tried to explain, but wasn’t certain what she felt. “Why do you think I love you?”

“Because you are a woman, and a Gryffindor and that’s what you do! You go around loving people for no real reason at all, why don’t you love me?” Was he hurt?

“I don’t go around loving people. Love is a very strong emotion. I love our son, my mother and I loved my friends, but that is not the same thing!” she tried to explain, but Voldemort didn’t seem to understand. “Look, I didn’t say that I didn’t love you but love is about trust, compassion and nice feelings. When have we ever shared something like that? Besides when we have sex.”

Voldemort just stared at her. “So you don’t know if you love me?”

“No, I don’t. I have to think about it,” she said with a sigh. She did feel something, but was it love?

He continued to stare at her for a couple of moments, then he sighed. “But if you don’t love me, how can you stand to live with me?”

Hermione snorted and tried to twist her hands a bit. It was very uncomfortable to be bound. “I guess I have become used to you.”

“Is that all?” Now, he sank down on the bed next to her and put a hand on her knee. “You see, I sometimes have the feeling you know exactly what I think and feel. Why is that?”

She opened her mouth to deny it, however, she found she couldn’t. Instead, she told him the absolute truth. “I have been able to see into your mind ever since we met the tribe in Brazil and had sex there. I can’t control it, so most of the time I try to block your thoughts and only focus on your feelings, which isn’t helpful at all since they only make me more confused about you.”

Voldemort blinked. “What?”

Hermione swallowed. “I said that…”

He flew up. “I heard what you said! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because you have been a bad influence on me and now I use everything to my advantage.”

Voldemort opened his mouth to retort. When no words escaped, he closed it again. After a moment, he placed his hand on her throat. “Do you know what I feel now?”

Yes, she did. Anger, uncertainty and distress were all mixed together. He wanted to kill her for having this advantage over him. In the same time, he wondered how it had happened and if he could use it. Then, he suddenly understood a few things.

“This is how you knew I needed your… help when I had been shot,” he said tightly.

“Yes, you thought your Death Eaters would take advantage of it,” she answered in a low voice.

He let go of her and stood up again. “I can’t believe you would hide this from me.”

“I knew you wouldn’t like it and I don’t like it when you are mad,” Hermione murmured. “You tend to do something stupid and hurtful.”

Voldemort stopped and placed a hand over his eyes. She watched him as he seemed to think. What was he planning to do?

“I wish for you to sleep until I tell you to wake up,” he suddenly ordered.

Hermione felt the tingle of magic and a moment later, she was asleep. It only felt like a couple of seconds had passed before she woke up again. When she did, it was dark outside and she felt a stinging sensation in her shoulder. She turned her head and saw Voldemort sitting in an armchair next to her, drinking tea.

“What did you do?” she asked, sitting up. She noticed that he had untied her hands.

“Well, I followed your wishes and took it out on you,” he said and took another sip. “You were right, I feel much better now.”

Hermione blinked and lifted her hand to rub her eyes. When she did, she noticed how the stinging in her right shoulder increased. She looked down at it and gasped. From the middle of her upper arm and over her shoulder, there was a brand new tattoo of a snake. Not only that, the snake was made of letters and read Mrs Riddle. It was a small piece of art and Hermione would have thought it was quite beautiful if it weren’t permanently stuck to her arm.

“What the? Why?” she asked and turned back to Voldemort.

“I thought about writing ‘Voldemort’, but I figured it would be quite hard to explain to your mother, so I wrote that instead. Since serpents are my trademark, most people will understand it anyway.” He took a last sip before he carefully placed the cup on the nightstand. “Don’t you like it?”

Hermione just stared at his smug face. “Why didn’t you just write ‘Property of the Dark Lord’ since that is obviously what you wanted?”

He shrugged. “Like I said, it would be difficult to explain to your mother. However, I could write that on your pussy.” He smirked.

“Oh, no,” she said angrily. “Don’t you dare come close to my pussy with your wand!”

Voldemort blinked, then he began to laugh. Hermione rolled her eyes. “You know what I meant.”

He nodded and made a last chuckle. “I do, dear.”

They were quiet for a while.

“So you forgive me for being kissed by Max?” she finally asked.

He shrugged. “I suppose. However, if I ever see you kiss another man again, I will rip his tongue out and possible some other body parts as well.”

A picture of herself kissing Draco Malfoy entered her mind, however, she quickly pushed that thought aside. She didn’t hate the annoying ferret that much.

“Although, I do not forgive you for your ability to see into my mind. I will be working on a way to end that as soon as I’m done investigating the Cup,” he said.

“How is that going?” she asked and looked around for a robe. She was getting quite cold.

“Not so good. I have no idea what the runes mean. They seem Scandinavian, only something is wrong, they don’t mean anything. I think it’s a cipher, even if I haven’t seen anything like it before. The Cup was made when the written language was still new, but it’s too advanced,” Voldemort sighed and leaned his head against the back of the chair. “I have someone working on Huffelpuff’s book and until I can read that one, well, I assume I will have to wait.”

Hermione found her robe on the floor. When she put it over her shoulder, she winced, the tattoo still stung. “Well, that must really annoy you.”

“It does,” he said and pulled her into her lap. “I despise waiting for something I have wanted for a long time. What ever can I do to make the time go by?” His hand started to wander over her knee.

Hermione realised he was wearing a glove. “Voldemort, why are you wearing a glove?”

He smirked. “You said your ability only worked by direct contact.”

She scowled. “You are being silly! I have been able to see into your mind for months and that hasn’t killed you!”

He arched his eyebrow. “I’d rather not take any chances.”

She sighed, annoyed. “Fine, but how have you planned to keep this up if we can’t have any skin-to-skin contact?”

He smiled. “I believe there is a Muggle invention called ‘condom’ that may be useful for this.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “You are unbelievable. Now you remember to put on a condom?”

“Better late then never,” he said. “Where are you going?”

Hermione had stood up and was not making her way to the bathroom. “If you don’t want to touch me, then I’ll just touch myself!”

“Fine, be that way.” Voldemort stood as well and she heard that he was irritated now. “Then I’ll just go to the prison-cells and entertain myself with our new prisoners!”

Hermione stopped at the door and spun around. “Who?”

Voldemort’s face turned into a nasty grin. “Oh, did I forget to tell you? That was why I came back early today. My men found the Orders hiding place. We have them all here now. All of them have been given the choice to join us if they like. For the peace of our marriage, I had planned to let you decide what to be made by those who refuse to join us. However, since you seem to be busy kissing others…”

Hermione stared at him. “What?”

“I just said…”

“I heard what you said,” she spat. “They will never join you!”

“On the contrary,” he said with a gleam in his eyes. “Some of them already have.”

Hermione made her way back to him. “Let me see them.”

“I thought you were planning to go and touch yourself?” he mocked.

She really wanted to hit him but that would probably not be such a good idea. “If you kill anymore of my friends…”

“Really, Hermione,” he rolled his eyes. “We both know what will happen. You will be mad for a while. Then, you will forgive me for the sake of our son and we will go back to the way things were. Don’t try to threaten me, it doesn’t work.”

Hermione pressed her lips together. He was right, her son meant more to her than her friends. However, this time, she would come up with a solution that didn’t kill them.

“Take me to them,” she ordered.

Voldemort held out his arm. “Right this way, my Lady.”

Hermione frowned at his choice of words. His Lady? As they went down the corridor she realised that was exactly how she would appear to the Order when she came down to see them on his arm. As Lord Voldemort’s Lady.
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