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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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Chapter 30

Halfway down to the prison cells, Voldemort stopped his wife and looked down at her with narrowed eyes. Her hair was a mess, she seemed tired and annoyed, plus her robe had stains and wrinkles. It was not a way for Lord Voldemort’s wife to look.

“Stand still,” he ordered and waved his wand over her robe. It transformed into an ordinary, yet flattering, red dress. Her body had changed a little since the birth of Dmitri and she had more curves now. He liked it, especially liked her tattoo which was now very visible on her shoulder. Now no one would doubt to whom she belonged.

He waved his wand again and her hair was placed in a ponytail. After a moment of consideration, he decided not to try to apply make-up on her. He would probably be able to do it; still, he liked her natural. She looked like herself and he desperately wanted the Order to see that she was still the same, only on a different side. That would hopefully make some of them change side as well. The magical population was low as it was, he didn’t want to kill off more magical blood than necessary.

Hermione fingered her ponytail. “What are you doing?”

He looked at her from head to toe again. “Just making you presentable.”

She arched her eyebrow. “You just want to tease the Order again, don’t you?”

“Well, it’s always fun,” he said with a smirk and placed his arm around her waist before he continued to walk.

He was actually in a good mood. He had been furious when he saw Hermione and Max together and even more furious when he realised she was able to see into his mind. However, torturing her body in her sleep had been satisfying, even if she hadn’t been able to feel a thing. His mark on her body was a mark of his territory. Everyone would know what it meant; Touch and you’ll die. At least everyone in the magical world.

They entered one of the bigger and more comfortable prison-cells. It looked a little like a low-price hostel with a dozen cheap beds against one wall and at the opposite side of the room, there was door which led to a couple of toilets. The only thing that showed these people were in fact prisoner were the chains on their hands and feet. They could still walk and grab things, but not enough to start a fight.

When he and Hermione entered the room, everyone fell silent. The two Death Eaters who were standing guard right next to the door bowed at him. Four other Death Eaters entered as well. Not that he needed the protection; he just didn’t want to encourage the Order members to try anything.

He was about to tell Hermione to go and talk to them when a seventh person entered, Miss Smith. She was wearing a disguise so it took him a moment to recognise her.

“Have you…?” he asked, not wanting to let the other Death Eaters know what Miss Smith had done.

The mute woman nodded and handed him a file. He glanced inside of it and smiled. Yes, she had translated Hufflepuff’s book. This was good, very, very good.

“I’m pleased,” he said. Hermione looked at them with a frown, but he ignored her. “You deserve a reward. Do you want money or perhaps a servant?” He made a gesture over the room. “Or perhaps a Death Eater?”

Miss Smith looked out over the room with her indifferent eyes. He had never seen her express any feelings at all. However, when her eyes finally stopped, there was a spark of… could if be excitement? He followed her eyes and saw little Miss Weasley sitting on a bed.

“I see,” he said, very surprised. It had never occurred to him that Miss Smith had a thing for girls. All he knew was that she had no interest what so ever in his Death Eaters. “Well, I suppose…”

“What?” Hermione seemed to have realised what he was talking about. “You promised me that you would never bother Ginny again!”

Voldemort sighed. “I won’t be bothering her, wife. I don’t even think Miss Smith will, or will you?” He turned to the spy who shook her head. “See?”

Hermione looked at Miss Smith with a frown. “I will come and visit you sometime and if you have hurt her…”

Miss Smith smiled and nodded, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Good, then it’s decided. Why don’t you go and fetch your friend, Hermione?” Voldemort asked.

It didn’t take long for Hermione to fetch Miss Weasley. The younger girl seemed scared even if she didn’t try to fight. Voldemort wondered if it was because she had lost all hope or if she just didn’t care what happened to her. Three of her older brothers had already joined him, even if the Weasley twins only agreed to do it if he would stay away from their older brothers. Percy Weasley didn’t appeare to have any problems joining the Death Eaters.

“I’ll come and visit you soon,” Hermione said. “And if anything has happened to you then, I’ll free you.” She sent an angry glare at her husband.

Miss Weasley just sighed and looked at Miss Smith. When Miss Smith shook the other girl’s hand, the red-haired girl seemed very puzzled. Voldemort removed the girl’s chains and Miss Smith disappeared with her new… pet? Voldemort sighed, he would never understand that woman.

“Why don’t you go around and talk to your friends,” Voldemort said to his wife. “I’ll be sitting over there, reading.” He pointed at the corner of the room.

“What ever,” Hermione said. Was she angry because he had just sold her friend? Why? Oh, well, she would probably come around.

She stalked off and Voldemort conjured up an armchair for himself. Soon, he forgot everything else as he read the translation of Huffelpuff’s book.

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Hermione stalked away from her husband, angry with him for just giving Ginny away like that. not that Ginny had seemed to care. In fact, most of the prisoners here seemed to be awfully calm. Had Voldemort drugged then with some kind of relaxing-potion? She wouldn’t be surprised, and yet… it was not his style to calm down his prisoners. Or was it?

Sighing, she looked around. The other Weasley’s weren’t here, but she spotted Moody brooding in a corner. Kingsley and Hestia Jones were sitting close to him, watching her with curiosity. A couple of beds away from them, Tonks and another woman with dark brown hair (Hermione couldn’t remember her name) were sitting, staring at her with hate in their eyes. Hermione frowned and finally spotted Remus on the bed behind them. She smiled and walked over to him.

Remus looked up when she sat down on the bed next to him. She noticed that his left leg was in a bandage.

“Hello, Hermione,” Remus said with a genuine smile. His eyes lingered a moment on her shoulder and she cursed Voldemort and his insane ideas.

“Hi, Remus,” she said. “How are you feeling?”

Remus sighed. “What can I say? We’ve lost the war. I knew it was only a matter of time after Dumbledore died.”

“Why haven’t they healed your leg?” she asked, not certain what to make of his lack of anger over loosing the war.

“They have, actually. I was bitten by a very big snake. Unfortunately, it takes some time before it can heal. I’m just glad it doesn’t hurt anymore,” Remus said like he had no problems in the world.

“Have they drugged you?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I suppose they have. We were all fairly angry when we came here. Your husband gave us… or rather, forced us, to drink something. It feels like I can see more clearly now.”

Hermione sighed and glanced back at Voldemort who had his nose in the file that woman had given him. She wondered what it was.

“He didn’t torture you?” she asked.

“Not at all,” Remus said. “I was surprised when he didn’t. He said that there was no need to do it now when the war was over. He hoped we would join him.”

“That was awfully nice of him,” Hermione said dryly. “Will you?”

Remus shrugged again. “Some of us already have, or at least promised not to go against him. Fred and George will continue with their joke shop and take orders from the Death Eaters if they want anything. Sturgis made some other agreement and Minerva will continue as a teacher under the Death Eaters rule. None of them actually took the mark. Well, except Percy.”

“What about the others? Mrs and Mr Weasley? Hagrid?” Hermione asked.

“They are gone, Hermione,” Remus said and placed his hand upon hers. “They died in the fight.”

Hermione didn’t cry. She had lost count on how many times she had cried because Voldemort killed her friends. There just wasn’t anything left to do. She realised she had given into him a long time ago. The thought was a bit disturbing.

“How are you?” Remus asked. “Does he treat you alright?”

She grimaced. “I’m fine, I guess. He helped me find my mother. She is staying with us right now. So I guess he treats me alright.” Except when he saw her kissing other boys.

Remus twined his finger into hers. “You know, I always wanted you to be happy. When Ron died, I hoped you would be happy with me. I guess that won’t happen now.”

Hermione blinked. What? Did Remus just say that he… loved her? How?

“Remus,” she said. “Do you…? For how long…? What?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Since you were sixteen. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t help it. You have no idea how beautiful you are. I thought that after you had finished school… but I was too late. I still hate myself for not asking you out sooner. If you hadn’t been single maybe Fudge wouldn’t have used you.”

A life with Remus? Hermione glanced at her husband again. Voldemort was such a big part of her life now. They had Dmitri. What if Dmitri had been hers and Remus’ child? He would never put silencing spells around his son, never take away her wand and lock her inside his room.

Although, Remus wouldn’t have been able to rescue her mother. He wouldn’t take her out looking for lost treasures. Neither would he be able to give her the same pleasure Voldemort could. Remus was too sweet for that.

She sighed again, it was not like she had a choice anyway. However, now when she knew what life with Voldemort was like, she didn’t think she would be able to be with someone less… thrilling. Although, she wouldn’t complain if Voldemort could stop with the killing and torturing.

“You are so sweet Remus, and if things were different, I probably would have gone out with you,” she said and stroked his hand.

Remus sighed too. “I know Hermione. All I want to know now is… are you happy?”

She smiled. “Well, I’m not unhappy. Sometimes I wish…” She glanced at Voldemort. “I wish that he would change. Not completely, only become a little better. He is so clever and… I don’t know. But sometimes I am happy.”

“Sometimes…” Remus smiled. “Sometimes is good. It would be foolish to wish that someone would be happy all the time.”

She nodded. “What will you do now?”

“I have no idea. I can’t join them. Not after James, Harry and Sirius… I have nothing left here,” he said thoughtfully. “Perhaps if I left the country. Do you think they will let me?”

Hermione nodded. “I’ll make them let you.”

“Thank you.” He leaned forward and held out his arms. Hermione let him embrace her and closed her eyes for a moment. Remus still made her feel safe.

“Hermione!” Of course Voldemort didn’t think that was a good thing.

She let go of Remus and looked up at her husband who now stood right next to the bed with narrowed eyes.

“What?” she asked. “I was just saying goodbye to Remus.”

“Really?” He didn’t seem to believe her.

Hermione rolled her eyes and stood. “You are unbelievable sometimes.”

Voldemort was about to retort when Tonks and the other woman walked up behind him, their chains rustled as they moved.

“Excuse me,” Tonks said.

Voldemort turned toward her with a slightly surprised face. “Yes?”

“We have been wondering for quite some time now about why you are still married to her?” the other woman asked. Hermione tried to remember her name. She was certain she had seen her at an Order meeting once.

Voldemort blinked at them. “I have no idea how that has anything to do with you.”

“Surely you could do better!” The woman exclaimed. Was it Emilia?

Hermione’s eyes narrowed. What did these women have against her? She looked down at Remus who was holding a hand over his temple and sighing.

Voldemort turned to Hermione. “Do you know these women, dear?”

“Well, I know Tonks, but…” Hermione stepped up to his side and looked at the other woman. “I’m sorry; I can’t recall your name.”

“Emma Meryweather!” The woman said. “I was a prefect when you started Hogwarts, not that you would notice me. I’m not famous.”

“What has that have to do with anything?” Hermione asked and stared at them in incredulity.

“Oh, come on, Hermione,” Tonks said. “Everyone knows that you have a thing for famous men. First Harry and Krum and now…” She made a gesture at Voldemort.

Hermione tried to be reasonable. They had just lost the war, of course they were upset. “I do not have a thing for famous men. Harry and I were never together and Krum was the one who asked me out! Voldemort and I were forced to marry!”

Meryweather looked at Voldemort. “You could do better.”

“Are you applying for the job?” Hermione snapped. She could be reasonable, but not when people talked about her over her head.

The brunette gave her a very superior look. “I’m certain I would do it better.”

Hermione was about to give an angry retort when Voldemort opened his mouth. “You are certain you would do a better job?”

The woman looked a little taken aback. She looked from Voldemort to Hermione, then back to Voldemort and let her eyes wander down his body. Hermione felt a sting of jealousy and wanted to hit the woman.

“Yes,” she finally said. “Everyone knows that Granger is only a bookworm.”

Voldemort chuckled. It was one of his evil chuckles. “Johnson.”

On of the Death Eaters at the door came toward them. He appeared to be in his mid-fifties with an ugly scar across his cheek. He was big and not in a beautiful way. When he reached Voldemort, he bowed.

“Miss Meryweather here claims to be ‘better’ than my wife. I’m not certain I know in which area she means. Why don’t you test her in those areas you believe a wife should be good at? I’m certain you will be able to give a satisfying report in a couple of weeks,” Voldemort said in a light tone.

The shock on Meryweather’s face was almost laughable. Hermione would have laughed if she hadn’t understood exactly what would happen to the poor woman. She almost objected, but then she saw Voldemort’s face and knew it was no use. He was angry with the woman.

Once Johnson had disappeared with his new prisoner, Voldemort lead Hermione out from the room. Neither Tonks nor Remus had dared to say anything. They too realised what would happen to Meryweather and they didn’t want to join her.

“That was unnecessary,” Hermione mumbled when they was out in the corridor.

In a matter of seconds, Voldemort had pinned her to the wall. “You are my wife, Hermione. If someone thinks little of you, they indirectly think little of me. I can’t have that. Do you understand?”

She nodded carefully and he let go of her.

“Besides,” he said. “There is nothing wrong with being a bookworm.”

Hermione just smiled at that.

They came back to their bedroom and Voldemort sat down on the sofa and gestured for her to do the same thing. As she did, he removed the file from his robe.

“What is that?” she asked and moved closer to him to see the papers.

“This is the translation of Hufflepuff’s book,” Voldemort said with awe in his voice.

Hermione almost ripped the file from his hands. “What does it say?”

“Easy, Hermione,” he said and brushed her hands away. “I have only read the first couple of pages and they describe what she does with the Cup. It’s… more than I thought was possible. She made the mountains do her will when she built Hogwarts.”

“She? Single-handed?” Hermione skimmed through the text.

“Apparently. These Cups seem to hold power over all life. It created Gods!” Voldemort flipped through the pages, more excited than Hermione had ever seen him before.

“How does it work?” she wanted to know.

He just shook his head. “I don’t know yet. Let me finish reading.”

“I want to read too!” She didn’t mean to sound so whiny, although, she really wanted to know what it said.

“You can suck my cock while I read,” Voldemort said, his eyes not leaving the text. Then he stopped and looked up. “Did I just say that out loud?”

Hermione stared at him. “The part about me giving you a blowjob? Yes, you did. Why?”

He blinked. Then he blushed. The Dark Lord blushed. Not much, but it was noticeable. Hermione smiled at him and he scowled.

“Can I help that I sometimes become a little too… enthusiastic when I discover something big? Why can’t you just be like any other wife and get down on your knees and please your husband when he wants you to?” He was trying to hide his embarrassment by pretending to be angry at her. Hermione didn’t let it affect her.

“I very much doubt every other wives do that to her husband, however, if you let me read, I’ll probably be very… enthusiastic as well,” she smirked at him.

He stared at her, then he smirked as well. “Oh? Tell me Hermione, did you ever masturbate in the library at Hogwarts?”

“No… I waited until I came back to my room.” She blushed a little when she said that. She had never told anyone before. “Did you?”

He nodded slowly, his eyes was burning. “Which books made you the hottest?”

“Those I learned something knew in. Mostly Transfiguration since it is so complex and takes such a long time to understand and…” Voldemort kissed her. Actually, he attacked her with his mouth first. Hermione felt lightheaded. She had always thought she was the only one who could become horny by learning new things. It never happened in the classroom, only when she was alone and learning something new and complicated. Perhaps it was the happiness of succeeding to understand something she had worked on for a long time that made her react in such a way. To know that Voldemort reacted in the same way… well, it explained a lot. It also made her feel more connected to him, to know that he was a nerd, just like her.

And Miss Meryweather thought bookworms were boring.

Voldemort made short process of her clothes before he opened his robe. He mumbled something and with a fast movement, he pushed into her. She groaned, he felt bigger than usual for some reason. It actually hurt a bit. However, when his hand found its way down to her clit and started to rub it, the pain was quickly forgotten. She sucked on his tongue and bucked. In the next moment, she climaxed and Voldemort wasn’t late to follow.

“Well, that was interesting,” Hermione said when she came down from her orgasm.

Voldemort stroked his nose against her cheek and began to chuckle. Then it turned into a full-blown laugh.

“What?” she asked while running her fingertips over his chest.

“Nothing,” he said, still chuckling. “Or, well, don’t you think it’s funny?”

“What is?” she asked with a smile on her face. His chuckle was continuous.

“This morning, I was absolutely furious with you and now… well, now I’m not,” he touched her new tattoo. “It suits you.”

She huffed, but was still smiling. “Someday, I’ll mark you as well.”

“I’m certain you will, dear.” He kissed her again. “What do you say if we continue this in the bed instead?”

Hermione smirked and took the file which had fallen down on the floor. “Only if you let me read.”

He lifted her up in his arms. “If you read quickly, we can read it at the same time.”

She nibbled his chin as he carried her over to the bed. “I do read quickly.”

He lay her down and kissed her. She dropped the file on the pillow and let her hands roam over his back. Even if she just had an orgasm, she could feel herself heating up again. Although, he didn’t deepen the kiss; instead, he let his lips wander over her cheek and down her neck.

She purred. “I love it when you do that.”

He chuckled against her throat and started to stroke the side of her body. “I know you do, my dear. Although, it will take some time before I’m ready to enjoy your exquisite body again. Let us read.”

Hermione sighed, a bit disappointed, before she turned to lie on her back against his chest. He put his arm around her picked up the file. For some reason, he actually let her skim through the pages he had already read. Then, they both continued with the rest of it. Hermione had to admit that it was very exciting. Helga Hufflepuff really knew how to write, and she focused very much on the power of love, to Voldemort’s great annoyance.

“What does love have to do with anything?” he muttered when they were halfway through. “I’m certain I can make it work without love.”

Hermione simply rolled her eyes and continued to read. His fingers were playing with her hair. It felt nice.

They were almost at the end of the text when Hermione realised that love did have something to do with it.

Salazar and I have discussed the possibility of immortality through my goblet. He believes that it can be made possible. I know this can be possible, because I have heard the story about the creation of the goblet. In the beginning, there were two of them. A great warlock of the northern lands created the first one. He had lost his love to the Frost and wanted to bring her back. With a magic greater then any other, he created the Goblet from the Songs in the Wind, the Heart of the Water, the Peace of the Forest, the Hope in the Fire and his own most sacred essence. He worked for three days and three nights and with all Love he possessed, he managed to bring his loved one back to life.

She lived again. However, they soon realised she had to live forever. As the years past by, she never changed while he grew older. It was torture for them. In an act of desperation, she created a second Goblet. The second Goblet had one purpose and one purpose only, to kill. It was created from the Coldness in the wind, the Anger of the Water, the Wildness of the Forest, the Despair in the Fire and her own most sacred essence. After three days and three nights, she was done and made her lover drink from the Goblet. He died and was then brought back to life again by the first Goblet, the one he had made himself. As the story goes, they continued to live a long and happy life, until they both grew tired and together drank from her Goblet.

Salazar can never know of this, even if it wouldn’t surprise me if he already had. I’m glad I don’t know where the second Goblet is. Because the first Goblet can’t bring back someone who has died a normal death. I’m not certain which death it can bring back; however, I believe it can only bring back those deaths made from the Elements and the Elements only.

Although, even if Salazar in some miraculous way managed to find the second Goblet and drink from it, I’m not certain anyone will love him enough to want to bring him back.

“Oh,” Voldemort let the file sink down on the bed. Hermione looked up at him. He seemed to think fast and hard. Nevertheless, in the end he came to the same conclusion as Hermione had. You had to die to reach immortality and someone else had to bring you back to life. Voldemort was afraid of death and he had most effectively made sure that no one would ever want to bring him back to life.
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