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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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Just one more chapter to go! Hope you like this one and I’ll hopefully update sometime soon! Beware of the smut!

Review answers!

Jessie; I’m glad you liked the chapter, hope you like this one as well!

Atrumnex; Hehe, I assume you mean the last sentence? Here is the follow up!

Heidi191976; Thank you!

MegNutz; Haha, so you mean it have never crossed your mind to just strangle your brother or anything like that? Oh, well, you’ll soon find out what Voldemort means!

Extraho; Yep, that is Voldemort alright. Fixing and screwing it up again. Let’s see how he fixes this one, shall we?

Enjoy!

Chapter 32

“What?” Hermione roared and pushed him off her.

Voldemort was very surprised at being pushed away during their sex act. Everything was so perfect. She had been happy, they were next to a beautiful lake and he was certain she had just climaxed. “What?”

“Are you planning to kill our son?” she asked, outrageous.

Voldemort blinked. “No, I can’t say I am. Why?”

“I just heard you thinking that if Dmitri dies, you can have me all to yourself again!” She was trying to find her wand in their clothes.

Voldemort sighed. “Well, it does sound like something I could think, however, that doesn’t mean I’ll do anything. Do you know how often I actually decline to kill people, even if I could?”

Hermione stared at him in disbelief. “Is that supposed to calm me down? You kill an awful lot of people anyway!”

She was about to rise when he pulled her down in his lap, amused by her outburst. “My sweet little wife, you are overreacting! I won’t harm our son because I know that would only drive you away. This is why I don’t like the fact that you can see into my mind, you will only misunderstand what I think!”

At first, she tried to break free from him, but as he talked, she stiffened. “So you will never do anything to harm Dmitri?”

Voldemort considered that. “Not unless he deserves it.”

“What?” Hermione asked and turned her head to look at him. “You should never harm a child!”

He looked down at her. Deciding it was better to show her, he gripped her hands and made her turn over to her stomach on his lap. With not as much power as he could muster, he spanked her.

Hermione let out a small hiss. “What are you doing? Let me go!”

He spanked her again. “Do tell Hermione, is this very painful?”

“Ow! Yes!”

He spanked her again, harder. “Really? You don’t think I could do something more horrible?”

Hermione tried to get her hands free. “I’m certain you could. Ow! But why are you doing this to me?”

Voldemort spanked her one last time before he let his hand lay still on her arse. “Because this is the worst I would do to our son if he does something wrong. I assure you, it will be more humiliating than painful.”

Hermione lay perfectly still in his lap. He slowly stroked her now red bottom and chuckled when she shivered. “Can you live with that, Hermione?”

“I don’t know,” she said slowly. “I think it is better to talk to a child instead of punishing him.”

Voldemort smiled and stroked her thighs. “We can try that too.”

Hermione shuddered when he came closer to her mound. He slowly stroked her labia and was about to push two fingers inside of her when she sat up. Since he wasn’t holding her down anymore, it wasn’t hard. He smiled at her. She had tears in her eyes, although, she looked more angry than sad. He was about to kiss her when he suddenly found himself on his stomach across her lap.

“Hermione!” he growled and then groaned when her hand came down on his arse. He really hadn’t expected that.

Her hand came down hard on his arse two more times before he managed to break free. With a growl, he made an attempt to attack her, but she was ready for it. They wrestled on the ground for a couple of minutes before he got the upper hand. By that time, she was laughing.

“What’s so funny?” he snarled. He was sitting on top of her thighs with his hand over her wrists.

“I just spanked the Dark Lord,” she managed to say between all laughing.

Voldemort lips thinned.

Hermione saw it and stopped laughing, but was still smiling. “Oh come one, don’t be like that. You spanked me; it is only fair that I spank you as well.”

He knew she could feel how annoyed he was. She was smiling innocently now, flexing her back. His eyes were drawn done to her breasts. Was she trying to distract him? Yes, she was and it was working. He captured a nipple in his mouth and she let out a moan. He slowly moved to the side of her breast and bit her. She gasped, even if it couldn’t have been too painful.

He let her go with a smirk. “Don’t spank me again.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “I won’t if you won’t.”

Voldemort snorted and helped her up from the ground. They dressed and he was about to fasten his robe when she suddenly spoke.

“What did you look like before your body was destroyed the first time?” She was staring out over the lake.

“Well, older than I do now, I guess,” he said with a shrug. “I had also done some experiments which changed my body. For the worse, I have to admit. I was foolish.”

She turned toward him. “Dark Arts rituals?”

He nodded. “I learned that you should never try it on yourself before you know what will happen.”

Hermione laughed and took his hand. “We should get back to Dmitri now.”

“Yes, and I have to see if my vampires have managed to find anything,” he said thoughtfully before he Apparated them to the Lestrange’s cottage.

“So you did manage to come in contact with them?” Hermione asked as they entered the house.

“Yes, and they have already sent out a search group. With their speed and abilities, they will probably have found the place before the week is over. If they don’t, I’ll draw the conclusion that we have been mistaken and the Cups were made some other place,” Voldemort went into the kitchen. He was hungry.

His mother-in-law was sitting in the kitchen, reading a newspaper, when they entered. “There you are! I started to wonder when you would come back.”

“Hi, mum,” Hermione said while Voldemort just nodded and went straight to the cupboard.

“How do you feel?” Rose asked her daughter.

Voldemort listened on half an ear while he prepared dinner. He felt like doing it himself for once.

“Oh, you know,” Hermione said. “Never pleasant to be at a funeral, but we weren’t so close.”

“What is that on your shoulder?” Rose suddenly asked. Voldemort almost cut himself on the finger. Damn, he forgot to put a glamour on the tattoo!

“Uhm… just a tattoo. Haven’t you seen it before?” Hermione asked. “I thought it looked cool…”

“You didn’t have it yesterday when we were out on the balcony,” Rose objected.

Hermione cleared her throat, clearly uncomforted by the situation. “Well, I put a glamour on it sometimes.”

“Hermione, I am your mother. I can still see when you are lying to me.” Rose sounded very disappointed.

Voldemort decided to come to his wife’s rescue. He let go of the knife and vegetables and went over to Hermione.

“It’s a wizards-thing,” he explained and put a hand on Hermione’s shoulder. “Old families have the tradition to mark their beloved. I gave her this mark on our wedding night. Hermione felt like it made her look like an object and usually uses a glamour over it. Yesterday, we met a lot of people from other old families, and I asked her to remove the glamour. Otherwise, people would start to ask questions.”

Rose looked from him to Hermione. “Is this true?”

Hermione looked down on the floor and nodded.

Rose crossed her arms. “Are there any other old sexist traditions I should know about?”

Voldemort arched his eyebrows. “A tattoo isn’t more sexist than a wedding ring.”

“A tattoo is forever!” Rose exclaimed.

“So is a marriage,” Voldemort retorted.

Rose seemed taken aback from this. “You can’t divorce?”

“Not in the kind of marriage we have entered,” Voldemort said, trying to maintain calm.

“Why would you enter a marriage there is no way out of, and at your age?” Rose asked Hermione, sounding quite upset.

“Mum,” Hermione said, trying to calm her mother down. “It’s not like I would marry anyone else. I love V… Tom.”

Rose scowled. “You are too young to know the difference between a crush and love, young lady. I have to say that it’s only out of thankfulness for being saved I haven’t told your husband exactly what I think of him for marrying someone so young and inexperienced!”

“I’m standing right here,” Voldemort hissed. Hermione interrupted him.

“I’m not sixteen years old anymore, mum! I’ll be twenty soon, so you have no idea what I have been going through this last three years! I thought you were dead! I had to grow up faster than anyone else! I saw my best friend die!” Hermione’s voice grew higher for every word.

Rose seemed to regret what she had said. “Oh, Hermione… I’m sorry.”

Hermione pulled out from Voldemort’s grip and ran out from the room. A quite childish gesture, if he were to decide. However, instead of going after her, he decided to deal with her mother.

“Let her go,” Voldemort said when Rose made an attempt to go after her daughter. “She has to calm down before you can speak reasonably with her.”

Rose turned to him. “It sounds like you have had many arguments?”

“We have,” Voldemort said, his face hard. “Why don’t you tell me exactly what you think of me? I assure you, I can handle it.”

Perhaps it was because Rose didn’t know who he was, but she didn’t seem at all afraid by his expression. “Yes, perhaps that would be best. I think you have taken advantage over my daughter. I can’t say I understand much of this world, but I do think people here can be happy as well and I can see that my daughter isn’t happy. I blame you for it.”

Voldemort crossed his arms. “I can’t say I knew how Hermione was as a child, but I do know that war changes people. Like she said herself, she has seen people die in front of her and not been able to do a thing about it. Since I married her, she hasn’t really been in the war. I have tried to keep her safe. She doesn’t have nightmares and I know she trusts me. Now, if she isn’t the happy and naïve little girl you remember, that is hardly my fault.”

Well, perhaps it was, but Rose didn’t have to know that.

“Why did you marry her? There had to be a lot of women your own age,” Rose asked, sounding annoyed.

A picture of him being married to Minerva McGonagall entered his mind and he shuddered. “I can’t say age is the best thing to go after in a marriage. Most witches bore me. They are stupid and giggly. Your daughter is the only woman I have ever met who has an intellect which rivals with my own. She is also very attractive and passionate. Besides, we age differently in this world. In ten years, no one will comment on our age difference.”

“Be as it may,” Rose said stiffly. “I don’t understand why she would marry you. You are clearly very arrogant and self-centered and I believe that in a couple of years, she will be very bored with you. What will you do then, when you clearly can’t divorce each other?”

“I don’t think that will ever happen,” Voldemort snarled. “I won’t let it happen.”

He turned around and left the room as well. It wouldn’t be good if he started to torture his mother-in-law. Hermione would be upset, Rose would probably be scared and angry and he would have to fight with both of them. No, that wouldn’t be any good. Instead, he went up to his wife who had locked herself into their bedroom. He unlocked the door and found her in the bed with Dmitri next to her. The baby was whining quietly as his mother cried.

Voldemort sighed and his anger faded away as he sat down next to Hermione. “Why are you crying?”

She took a deep breath and turned toward him. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you and mum started arguing. She is very feministic and fights for everyone’s equality. While you are… well, you.”

“I see,” Voldemort said. “You two are very much alike, then.”

Hermione got a sad and lost expression on her face. “She was my idol when I was younger. I wanted to be exactly like her. But now… I just can’t do the things she does. I can’t fight for the weaker ones because then I would have to fight you, and I just… I can’t do that either.”

Voldemort sighed again. “Now you will be in the middle of every argument your mother and I have.”

Hermione nodded and pressed her hands over her eyes. “I don’t want to cry but I have given up so much because of you. I don’t want to give up my mother as well. Now she will try to find a way to break or marriage and then she will find out who you really are and then…”

“Why would she try to break or marriage?” Voldemort asked. “I told her we were happy!”

She looked at him again. “Well, not break it, but she will try to find a way so that if I ever want to divorce you, I’ll be able to do it.”

“Oh,” Voldemort stroked his chin. “I could use a memory-charm over her so she won’t remember this argument.”

Hermione shook her head. “I knew this would come up sooner or later. It won’t help.”

“Then perhaps it’s better if she moved. I don’t mind paying for an apartment until she finds a job,” Voldemort suggested.

“Yes, that would probably be for the best. Although, do you think she is ready? I mean, she was captured for so long.”

He chuckled. “I do believe that if she is strong enough to argue with me, she is strong enough to go back to her world.”

Hermione smiled. “Yes, perhaps you are right.”

“I’m always right,” he smiled and bent down to kiss her. She kissed him back, but withdrew before the kiss became too heated.

“I wouldn’t say that,” she said with smirk.

Voldemort just chuckled.

xxx

Hermione wasn’t really hiding from her mother. She just felt better staying in hers and Voldemort’s room. Dmitri had missed her and she needed to spend time with her baby. However, a couple of hours later, she collected whatever courage that had put her in Gryffindor and went down to the living-room where her mother sat.

It was already dark outside and Rose seemed ready to go to bed. Hermione took a deep breath and sat down next to her.

“So… what are you reading?” Hermione asked, looking at the book in Rose’s hand.

Rose looked at her with a thoughtful face. “Just a book I found in your library about ghosts.”

“Oh, right,” Hermione looked down at her knees. “Look, mum… I’m sorry I became so upset before… it’s just so many things have happened lately. I’m not the same person anymore.”

Rose sighed and put the book down on the coffee table. “I have noticed. I never thought you would end up being married and a mum before you were twenty.”

“I know, I hadn’t thought that either. But you know… things happen. I hadn’t planned to become pregnant, it just happened and I don’t regret it. I love Dmitri,” Hermione tried to explain.

“I’m sure you do, Hermione. I loved you from the moment I knew I was pregnant,” Rose said fondly and placed a hand on hers. “Then perhaps you can understand why I’m worried. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you and I get the feeling your husband isn’t the best of people.”

Hermione bit her lip.

“I mean,” Rose continued. “Do you even know what he is doing during the days?”

“Not in detail,” Hermione said in a low voice. “But I do know what he is doing. I also know that he would never cheat on me.”

“Well, at least that is something,” Rose muttered. “Although, forgive me for saying this, but he is a pig of a man.”

Hermione couldn’t repress a laugher. “I know, but he is my pig of a man.”

Rose stood. “I just don’t want to see you unhappy, Hermione.”

“I’m not unhappy,” Hermione answered and looked into her mother’s eyes. “I promise.”

Rose looked at her with a thoughtful face. “Then I will believe you. However, if he ever does anything to make you unhappy, don’t hesitate to tell me. He may be a wizard, but if he ever hurts you, I’ll have him crying for his mummy in no time.”

Hermione chuckled. “Trust me, mum, if he ever hurts me I will be the one to make him cry for his mother.”

Rose pattered her head. “That’s my girl. Good night.”

“Good night, mum.”

The older woman left the room and Hermione sank back down on the sofa. She felt better now and it seemed like her mother was back to her usual strong self. That was good.

“Befriending your mother again?”

Hermione turned her head when she heard Voldemort’s voice. “Yes, why?”

Voldemort came to sit next to her on the couch. He was holding a cup of tea in his hands. “Just curious, is everything well then?”

“As well as it can be,” Hermione said sadly.

Voldemort took a sip from his tea before he put the cup down on the table. “She doesn’t like me.”

She snorted. “Very few people like you.”

He chuckled. “True, but your mother is the first one to hate me and not knowing who I am.”

She chuckled as well. “I just wish things could be different.”

Voldemort pulled her to him. “Well, they aren’t. You’ll just have to live with that.”

Hermione looked up at him. “Well aren’t you sensible.”

He smiled down at her. “Sensible is not my thing.”

“Right,” she muttered. “So I take it we should just go to bed and have sex.”

His smile turned into a smirk and he lifted her up in his arms. “If my lady commands it.”

“She does,” Hermione mumbled into his neck.

“You are one horny lady, dear,” he said amused as he carried her over to the bed. “Three times in one day, are you trying to break the record?”

Hermione snorted as he put her down on the bed. “Shut up and kiss me.”

He did.

xxx

Three days later, Voldemort was sitting in his office. Hermione and Rose were off to find an apartment for Rose. Voldemort had decided to stay away until his mother-in-law had moved for good. The last days had been very tense and Voldemort felt that if he couldn’t fight the annoying woman, he better stay away. Besides, Hermione was relieved that he didn’t fight and she showed her gratefulness very passionately every night.

Yawning and stretching in his chair, he thought about going home for the night. It was late and he would like to eat dinner with his wife for once. However, before he had time to rise, there was a knock on the door. Sighing, he opened the door with his wand and saw a tall figure standing outside.

“Cassandra,” he said with a smile. “Come in.”

This was the female vampire whom had been in charge of the search for the strong magical power.

“We found three places,” Cassandra said in a low, smooth voice that could mesmerise any mortal man (except Voldemort) to do her bidding. “They are all close to each other, two in the land you call Finland and the other in Russia. Happy hunting.”

She gave him a piece of paper with the locations on. Voldemort smile widened as he read it. “Thank you, Cassandra. Would you like the payment in blood or money?”

Cassandra smiled, showing her sharp teeth. “Blood.”

Why had he even bothered to ask? He rose and made an attempt leave the room but she stopped him and placed a hand on his chest.

“Why don’t you come with me, Voldemort?” she whispered in an even more suggestive voice. “I know what you long for… I can give that to you.”

Voldemort removed her hand. “You also now that I could never stand to be a slave to someone else. I’ll gain immortality in my own way.”

Before he could stop her, she leaned in and licked his neck up to his ear. “That’s too bad. We could have fun.”

He shuddered at having her mouth so near his body. “I’m a married man now Cassandra.”

Laughing, she stepped back. “You can’t mean the great Lord Voldemort cares about such trivial things as marriages? Why settle with one girl when you can have everyone?”

Voldemort looked at her indifferently. “One girl is enough to me. If I had another like her, I would never make it out of bed.”

Cassandra laughed again. Voldemort rolled his eyes and beckoned her to follow him down to her blood. As he went, he thought about the possible location of the Cup of Death. Soon, he would have it and when he did… well, then he had it all.
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