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The Contract	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55321 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hi! New chapter from me! My internet is a bit screwed up, but I hope you are able to read this chapter!

I always love reviews, here are some answers;

JaceDamian23; Thank you! Here you have the first smut of the story! It’s not much, but there will be more!

Meankitty69; Glad you like the story! Hermione knew that there was something with the necklace (because Dumbledore said that it was supposed to “calm the bearer”) but she didn’t understand exactly what it did before she removed it from her body. Dumbledores full quote was “Among other things, it is supposed to give calm to its bearer. I think you may need it.”. So Hermione didn’t really know about the side-effects.

I also want to thank all the other reviewers! It’s always nice to know that your work is appreciated! Here you go!

Chapter 3

Hermione enjoyed reading the books Voldemort gave her. After she confirmed that the bedroom door was indeed locked as Voldemort said, she sighed, resigned to her situation, and began reviewing the books. She started with the oldest, which where in Latin. She enjoyed reading Latin and had learned it years before. Even so, she was thankful for the lexicon Voldemort provided her as she didn’t want to miss any words.

Most of the books were like fairy tale stories for children. Some were about great kings and queens who managed to do great deeds with powers from the cup. Hermione could understand why Voldemort was interested in it. If it had even half the powers the stories claimed it to have, it would be priceless. In addition to the power to give immortality, the cup could tell the future, restore life to the dead, poison enemies, transform deserts into oasis, heal the sick, give strength, power, fame, money, magic… The list went on and on. However, Hermione thought that there was a veil of truth to these stories. The cup always looked the same. A modest wooden cup that turned into gold when someone of pure spirit touched it. If the part about the pure spirit was true, she couldn’t help but think that Voldemort would never find it.

Unable to leave the bedroom, she called on Lolly two more times asking for food. When dusk approached, she was laying on the bed sipping a cup of tea with one hand and reading a book with the other. It was in that position that Voldemort found her.

“Have you had a pleasant day?” he asked.

Hermione jumped when she heard him and spilled some of her tea onto her hand. She cursed and quickly placed the cup on the nightstand. Thankfully, she hadn’t spilled any on the book.

“Language,” Voldemort said, as he cleaned up her mess with a lazy flick of his wand.

Hermione looked at him. He appeared… happy. He was smiling. Hermione felt her heart beat faster in fear. What was he planning to do?

“I brought you your truck,” he said. “I have, of course, taken away all weapons. You didn’t bring much else.”

“I-I didn’t think I would need much…,” she mumbled.

He arched an eyebrow. “You seem tense.”

“I…” She grew quite. She had placed the necklace in her shoe instead of around her neck and she found that she was more nervous. The calming properties of the necklace were reduced. However, she would deal with it. She had too.

He frowned. “Have you done something?”

“What? How could I? I’ve been here reading all day… I even found the bell and a House-Elf brought me some food.”

“You weren’t tense this morning,” he commented.

Hermione opened her mouth, but closed it again. For some reason, she didn’t want Voldemort to know about the necklace. Couldn’t she have some secrets?

“Tell me what you are hiding,” he demanded, suddenly angry.

She had to say something, quickly! “I’m… I’m afraid of having sex,” she confessed quickly and blushed.

He stared at her, then he smiled. “You are a virgin.”

She nodded, too embarrassed to say anything.

Voldemort sat down on the bed next to her. “You have nothing to worry about. I am obligated not to harm you. You will enjoy it.”

Hermione blushed even more. Not only because of the embarrassing subject, but also because she couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to Voldemort. He seemed to know what she was thinking, because he smiled and made her lay down on the bed. He muttered a spell and waved his wand. She guessed it was a contraceptive charm, but she didn’t have time to ask. Her heart felt like it was about to leave her chest when he joined her on the bed and moved on top of her. He stroked her arms and then placed them over her head holding her with a firm grip.

He leaned down and placed his mouth right next to her ear. “You will not think of anyone else when you are with me, wife. I wish for you to relax and enjoy this.”

Hermione felt a tingle of magic, binding her to his will, and suddenly her whole body relax. She had no choice but to obey him. When he kissed her throat, she stopped thinking about anything else but the feel of his lips on her. It felt very good. She hadn’t known how sensitive the throat was… Oh, she had to remember that spot!

He made short work of her clothes as he kissed and suckled every new bit of exposed skin. He paid extra attention to her breasts. Hermione moaned and writhed when he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. It felt so good and… very naughty. Did all girls feel like this when they where with an experienced man?

“I don’t want you to wear Muggle clothing,” he suddenly ordered. “Not these little things either.” He ripped off her knickers.

“Why?” she asked breathlessly. He had awoken sexual desire in her and she was aching all over. Her brain wasn’t functioning correctly either… wasn’t there supposed to be something wrong about all of this?

“Easier access,” he said and suddenly he was naked too. She hadn’t even seen him use his wand. “And I despise all things Muggle.”

He let go of her hands and caressed his way down toward her legs. She buckled when he stroked her where no man had ever touched her. He boldly entered her with a finger and she gasped in delight.

“Tight,” he muttered and captured a nipple between his lips again. His thumb found her clit and Hermione was moaning in desire. She didn’t know who she was anymore; all she knew was the astonishing feelings he was giving her.

She moved her hands to his hair and pulled his head closer to her breast. She felt a heat she never felt before and she wanted him to devour her. His hands came up and removed her hands from his hair. Their eyes met. Interestingly, he almost looked angry… The next moment, she felt something she never experienced before and she knew that her status as a virgin was coming to a close. From the strange sensation, she guessed that his penis penetrated her virginal opening. She didn’t feel any pain at all. Then again, he had ordered her not to. He held her hands beside her head and stared at her intently as he pushed in and out of her slowly. He moved her hands so that he could hold them in one hand while his other hand travelled down to her nub again. She moaned and he caressed her faster. He stroked her clit more deliberately and she climaxed, screaming like a banshee. Within moments he followed her and fell down on top of her. They lay there exhausted and tried to catch their breaths. Finally, Voldemort rolled off her.

“Look,” he said and held up his left hand where a wedding ring had appeared. “Now we are officially married.”

The magic of his wish disappeared and Hermione burst into tears.

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Voldemort watched his young crying wife with a frown. It was not that he wasn’t used to seeing people cry. As a matter of fact, he was often the reason why people cried! But he hadn’t expected her to cry now. She had enjoyed it, he knew she had! He had taken his time with her, even if he usually didn’t care about his partners. He had with her. Sure, he had been a little angry when she touched his head; he didn’t like it when people touched him uninvited. She hadn’t seemed to notice his anger… so why was she crying? He didn’t realise that he yelled that out loud until she answered.

“I-I, d-don’t know…,” she sobbed. “I-I c-cant h-help it!”

Voldemort sighed and turned to his back to her. The girl was only whimpering now. He stared at his new wedding ring again. It had appeared the moment he penetrated the girl and consummated their marriage. Their rings would stay on their respective fingers untill the day one of them died. He was convinced that she would be the one to go first.

He wasn’t sure what he would do with his new wife. If she were to make it a habit of crying every time they had sex, he wouldn’t want to do it with her. He would continue to use her to research the cup but she was only nineteen and what could she possible find that he hadn’t? Even if she had done well in all her exams, she couldn’t know everything!

She couldn’t harm him and he couldn’t harm her. He had tried to be nice toward her and she had been civilised toward him. Voldemort was a controlling person. He wanted everything in order and he categorized everyone he came in contact with. They where either minions, enemies or unimportant. Until four days ago, Hermione Granger had been an enemy because of her affiliation with Potter. But what was she now? She wasn’t a minion, because he couldn’t harm her if she didn’t please him. She couldn’t harm him, so she wasn’t an enemy anymore. He could use her, so she wasn’t unimportant… She was his wife, but he didn’t know what that meant! He didn’t even know what he was supposed to call her! In his mind, she was “the girl”. When he talked about her, she was his “wife”. But could he continue to call her wife? Sure, he could but… the title didn’t suit her. She was nothing like he had expected a wife to be. He wasn’t sure what he expected but this girl wasn’t it. She was…

He suddenly sat up. Why hadn’t he thought about this before? Just because he couldn’t harm her, didn’t mean he couldn’t hurt others through her. He rose from the bed and walked over to his wardrobe cabinet. He was certain he had a camera in there somewhere.

“W-what are you d-doing?” she asked as she sat up.

“Stay there,” he ordered. He didn’t have to wish it; he knew she would stay there.

After a minute of digging around in a drawer, he found what he was looking for and turned around.

Her eyes widened.

“Smile,” he said and took a picture. It was a magical camera and the picture developed immediately. He smiled when he saw it. You could see the girl had been crying after being thoroughly fucked. Oh yes, this would do nicely.

“What did you do that for?” she asked angrily.

“Don’t you think Potter would like to have a wedding picture?” he asked with a smirk.

“You wouldn’t…”

“Oh yes, I would.”

He went over to the desk and signed the photo. He hadn’t heard her move before she threw herself at him.

“Give me that!” she hissed and tried to reach the photo over his arm.

He held it out of her reach and pushed her away. “Don’t do that,” he demanded coldly. “I have tried to be nice, but I can’t let a wonderful opportunity like this just go by.”

Tears gathered in her eyes again. “He would just be worried…”

“Yes, and very angry. I like to see the boy angry. He is reckless and always makes mistakes when he is angry.”

The girl looked ready to hit him, but when she raised her hand she flinched like someone had hit her. She let her arm fall.

He looked curious at her. “You tried to hit me. What happened?”

“Well… it felt like an electric shock or something. Then I didn’t want to hit you anymore.”

“Interesting.” He snapped his fingers and was dressed again. Wandless magic was so practical. “I have a letter to send.”

“How did you…?” the girl looked stunned. When he made to leave she gripped his arm. “Please don’t send that picture!”

“Get your hands off me,” he hissed and pushed her away. The girl let go and stared at him with big sad brown eyes. He snorted and left. She could be dying and he still wouldn’t care. He just wasn’t the caring type.

He arrived at the owl room that was at the end of one of the many dark corridors. He didn’t like this house with its cold impersonal rooms. Most of his Death Eaters lived here, while practical, it was also annoying. He had always preferred to be alone, but now he seldom was. Every time he left his room, there was always someone wanting to speak with him. Now that he was married, he would never be alone! He had never liked to sleep in the same room as others. Not at the orphanage, nor at Hogwarts. But at least they had been boys… his wife was a girl. She just couldn’t shut up! Too bad he couldn’t drug her with sleeping potion all the time. That would be mistreating her, which he couldn’t do thanks to the Contract.

He chose an ordinary brown owl. After giving it the letter, he stood at the window and enjoyed being alone. It was a beautiful summer night. There was no moon yet, but the stars twinkled at him. Nature was one of the few things he took pleasure in. When he was young, he had always enjoyed the trips out of London to the countryside. The city made him feel confined. The door opened behind him and he snapped out of his reverie.

“My Lord.” It was Antonin Dolohov. Voldemort never liked his minions, but Antonin was one of his favourites. He was shorter than Voldemort, but just as thin. He had a very ordinary face that allowed him blend in anywhere. He was very good at picking up details and could talk his way out of anything.

“Antonin,” Voldemort acknowledged him with a sigh.

“Is something bothering you, master?” Antonin asked as he went to an owl and tied a letter to its leg.

Voldemort didn’t answer. He didn’t like it when people saw his emotions. He was still annoyed because he didn’t know why the girl had cried. Could it be the stress?

Antonin had always been pushy. “Is it the girl?”

Voldemort sighed. “It’s a shame I can’t kill her.”

Antonin looked thoughtful. “She could be useful. We already know that she is the brain behind Potter. With a little… retraining she could be very useful to us.”

Voldemort just sighed again, but Antonin’s word made him think. He knew she was good with books. He had already asked her to research the Cup… but Antonin was right. He didn’t know if she had any other talents. She had always been in Potter’s shadow. Perhaps he should train her himself?

“I wish you a good night, my Lord,” Antonin bowed and left.

Voldemort suddenly felt hopeful. If she was as good with magic as she was with books, she may be a diamond in the rough. This could be much better than he first thought.

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Hermione used the bathroom and then went back to bed. The new wedding ring felt like a curse upon her finger. Why was he so mean? You would think a shag would make him nicer, but no. Not the Dark Lord. He was just so evil and scary as well… Oh Merlin, what would Harry say? He would be so sad… and angry.

She was in bed for over an hour and when Voldemort returned she pretended to be asleep. She heard him go to the bathroom and come back out again. He sank down on the bed next to her. She tried to relax and just ignore him, but his presence was so intense.

Suddenly, he sighed. “I know you are awake.”

“So?”

“I can’t sleep if you are awake.”

“Why not? It’s not like I could harm you,” she muttered. She wished that she had been asleep. Then she wouldn’t have to speak with him. There was a small ache between her legs and she knew that if she started to think about it, she would just start to cry again. She was doing a lot of that lately.

“No… But I prefer to sleep alone but I especially don’t like to sleep with someone who’s awake.”

“Sorry. I can’t say I like sleeping next to you either.” She tried to be angry and annoyed. It was better than being hysterical. Panic and sobbing wouldn’t make the situation any better.

He snorted. “What do you want me to do about it?”

She sighed and gathered her courage to turn around and face him. She could do this. He was just her husband. He wouldn’t hurt her. Taking a deep breath, she turned around to face him. He also turned toward her.

“Look, I’m not happy to be married to you either. But let’s face it, until one of us dies…”

“Until you die,” he interrupted.

Hermione rolled her eyes and ignored the trembling running down her spine. She had to see this logically. “Fine. Until I die, we will have to live together. Those Contracts are unbreakable for a reason. I find it completely unjust, but I would like to at least get along with you. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life being unhappy.”

He watched her for a moment. “Do you always give up this easily?”

“What?” His comment made her forget about being afraid of him. She was a Gryffindor for crying out loud! They never gave up!

“You are talking like you won’t even try to kill me,” he teased.

“And that makes you unhappy because…”

“Answer the question.”

Her eyes narrowed. “No I haven’t given up but I’m not stupid enough to fight battles that are doomed to fail. I have never heard of anyone getting out of a Contract, and until I get any indication that there is a way out of this, I would like to focus on the battles that I can win.”

“And those battles would be…?”

“Manage to survive as your wife.”

He smiled at her with his hand moved a stray hair away from her face. “Is that why you don’t try to keep your hair in order?”

“What?”

“You said you weren’t fighting loosing battles,” he said, now smirking.

“I don’t like to waste time either,” she hissed and pushed his hand away.

He chuckled and turned his back at her. “Well, good luck then.”

“With what?” she asked irritated.

“With surviving as my wife.”

She didn’t answer. It would only be a waste of time.

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Hermione must have fallen asleep after all because when she woke up, the sun was shining in her eyes. She turned her head and noticed that he wasn’t there. That was good. She needed some time alone before she faced him again. She hadn’t had any grand fantasies about her first time with a man. It was just sex, after all… but it had been quite plain with Voldemort. Sure, he had made her climax in a way she hadn’t done before but… but shouldn’t there be something more? After everything she had heard about Voldemort, she had expected… more. Why have all those dark powers if it can’t make you a sex god in bed?

Sighing, she got up and went to the bathroom. The first thing she did was step into the shower. After scrubbing herself more than usual to get rid of his touch, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. There was no use in feeling disgusted over what happened. She had done nothing wrong. They were married. She found out that he was human after all. He had needs. Somehow, that made him less terrifying. What had she been so scared off? He was just a man. A very powerful man, but still…

She returned to the room and found breakfast on the desk. She sat down and grimaced. Why wasn’t she allowed to wear knickers? It was very irritating to move without them.

The door swung open and hit the wall with a bang. Hermione watched carefully as Voldemort stepped in with a very angry look on his face. He was cursing under his breath and kicked the pile of clothes. It was all so… human.

“What is this mess doing here?” he hissed.

Hermione looked at the clothes. “Well, you left them there yesterday when we…”

“Why are they still there? Clean it up!” he ordered.

Hermione stared at him, getting angry. “You are the one with a wand.”

“CLEAN UP THE FUCKING MESS OR I’LL THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW!” he roared.

Not sure if he could throw her out of the window or not, Hermione got up and pulled the dirty robes into her arms. She wasn’t certain if throwing her out the window counted toward hurting her as it was the landing that would hurt. Deciding not to find out, she carried the clothes into the bathroom and called Lolly who was more than happy to take care of the clothes. Hermione went back to the room and saw Voldemort sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.

“Did something happen?” she asked curiously.

“What did I tell you about speaking unless spoken too?” he hissed.

Oh, right, the no speaking, no touching rule. “Sorry,” she muttered.

She sank down on the chair next to the desk again and continued to eat. Since her husband wasn’t much company, she read The Daily Prophet instead. Nothing interesting had happened. Death and destruction was something she read about every day. After awhile you got numb toward it. She turned the pages and her eyes fell on the Society pages. She almost choked when her eyes fell on the Wedding Announcements.

“What is it?” Voldemort asked annoyed as she coughed.

Hermione held up the paper and he rose from the bed to read it. He shrugged when he saw their notice. It wasn’t much, just Hermione J Granger and Tom M Riddle marriage completed at 9:50 PM, 11th of June 1998.

“What?” he asked again. “Everyone already knew, didn’t they?”

“Yes, but now they are going to know exactly when we had sex!” she hissed.

“So?”

“So it’s not something I would want people to read in the newspaper!”

He arched an eyebrow. “You are just being silly.”

“I still don’t like it!”

He shook his head and went back to the bed. “You have been scheduled for a tailor’s appointment this afternoon.”

“What for?” she asked, still looking down at the newspaper. Merlin, everyone would know what they had done… when they had done it. It was just sick!

He laid down on the bed. “As my wife, people will expect you to be dressed as a Lady. I can’t have you running around in your school uniforms. You’ll also need some training outfits.”

“Training? What kind of training?” she asked, finally putting down the newspaper. It was better to focus on something else.

“Oh, a little this and that.”

“From whom?”

“Me.”

Hermione was quiet. She didn’t know if she should be happy or scared. Voldemort was said to be one of the best duellers alive, both with a wand and without it. You had to be good with your body if you wanted to be good in magic. Everything was connected and the body couldn’t handle a lot of magic if it was weak. Was he using this training excuse as a means to hurt her? Just because she saw him as human didn’t mean that she didn’t think he couldn’t hurt her. She was very certain he could.

“When will I begin my training?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. I just received a troublesome message from Finland and I’ll have to leave soon. Since we have to live together, you’ll have to come with me. Hence, the tailor’s appointment.”

“Oh… What are you doing in Finland?”

He snorted. “Looking for Santa Clause. Do you think I will tell you?”

“I just thought it had something to do with the Cup,” she muttered.

“Why would you think that?”

She shrugged. “Cups and other bowls were used in magical rituals up there. There are many myths about magical objects in the Kalevala. Sampo, for example. It’s believed to be a small mill, but no one really knows what it looked like. I believe people thought it was a mill because it could make salt, flour and gold out of thin air. But then again, some thought it was a compass which gave luck to the bearer.”

Voldemort seemed thoughtful. “I have read about it… I guess we could look around when we get there. However, we are going to the south of Finland, Hamina.”

Hermione smiled. “Oh, so you are going to get a new military base?”

He grunted. “Why would you think that?”

“Because that is what Hamina was built for. These days it’s one of the most important harbours in Finland. It would be a very strategic place if you wanted to control the Nordic Sea. Both the military and trading markets. Why would you want to control that?”

Voldemort tilted his head. “Since when do you know so much about Finland?”

“I read a lot,” Hermione mumbled feeling quite embarrassed for getting carried away like that.

“No, you are hiding something.” Voldemort suddenly smiled. “I wish for you to tell me what you are hiding.”

Hermione tried to fight the magical order, but she couldn’t. “The Order has a station there with three men. They want to protect the magical trading place there.” Hermione almost cried at the end. She didn’t want to tell him that!

Voldemort, on the other hand, smiled and went over to her to pat her head. “I’m glad you told me this, wife. I would have been very unhappy if I had been ambushed there.”

Hermione hid her face in her hands. Voldemort chuckled and left the room.
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