Death Row | By : SalazarRaphael Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 9044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Over the next several months they finished the book, and on occasion would have sex. She didn’t stay over often because he was concerned that people would figure out it was her he was with. But they finished the book, and Hermione submitted it to a publisher anonymously, telling them a vault she’d opened that they could send royalties and payments to; the book sold very well.
If that had been the only thing they’d created, they both would have been satisfied. But Hermione discovered, three months after their first sexual encounter, that she was pregnant. She was fortunate to not have morning sickness, but she didn’t tell him. She knew he’d worry. Hermione entered with some more Batman comic collections for him. When he wasn’t in the bedroom or dining room she worried. The feeling was replaced with relief upon seeing that he was exiting the shower, a towel around his waist. She sat the comics down and moved to him, kissing him, “I love you,” she whispered, her hands moving over his body.
“You thought I’d been taken? They’re making a big spectacle of my death, Hermione. Don’t worry.” He hugged her tightly, “Don’t worry.”
“I have to tell you something.”
“What?” He pulled away, obviously concerned.
“I’m pregnant,” she said, wrapping his arms around her. “I was afraid of how you’d react.”
“How far along are you?”
“Around three months.”
“So our first time…” She simply nodded and pulled him into her arms tighter, “I’m not mad, Hermione. It’s just that you’re so young.”
“I know, and thank you for worrying about that. But beyond the fact that you’ll die, I want to have your child.”
Voldemort looked down at her. She really loved him. He pulled her to the bed, sitting down on it, “I’m sorry, Hermione. I’m not upset at all. And I’m very sorry if you thought I would be,” he kissed her gently, “I love you.”
Hermione lifted her head, “You do?”
“Yes,” he nodded, kissing her again, “I love you Hermione.” She grinned and pulled him against her, kissing him hungrily. “My Hermione,” he growled.
“Forever,” she promised, falling back onto the bed with him on top of her. “Too many clothes on,” she said, pulling her shirt off. He grinned and helped her finish getting undressed before making love to her passionately, their bodies moving as one.
When they finally collapsed together she snuggled against him, “That was better than I ever recollect it being,” she said, laying her head on his chest.
“Yeah,” was all he managed to say; Hermione looked up to see that Voldemort’s eyes were closed and he had a huge smile on his face. Hermione smiled and enjoyed the closeness. Truthfully, she enjoyed every moment with him. She didn’t want it to end, but she’d accepted that it would. She loved him and would take what she could get; he seemed just as pleased with the arrangement. His hand moved over her stomach, “What will you call the child?”
“I obviously can’t use your last name. I don’t really know yet. I obviously want something that connects you with the child, but I can’t use Tom Riddle or the surnames Slytherin or Gaunt or anything like that.”
“How about Grayson? Like Robin and later Nightwing in the Batman comics.”
“I guess that’s an okay name for a boy. Grayson Granger though? Too many g’s. What kind of middle name?”
“Salazar?”
“Grayson Salazar Granger? I think people could put two and two together.”
“What if it was an initial everywhere? You could arrange that.”
“Grayson S. Granger….well I could tell people it stands for Samuel or something like that.” Hermione leaned her head against him, “How about if it’s a girl?”
“I think it’s a boy,” he said, looking at her stomach. When she gave him her now infamous raised eyebrow he sighed, “I like the name Atalanta. And Circe, and…”
“Greek myth figures,” she smiled, “Well it’s certainly appropriate. My own name comes from myth. Very well, what are your name choices?”
“Atalanta, Circe, Danae, Pandora, Callisto….I think that’s it.”
“I like those. But I won’t name my daughter Circe. I think Callisto would be perfect though,” she laced her fingers with his, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he kissed her, “Did I help you?”
“Yes you did,” she closed her eyes again, “We only have a few weeks left.”
“I’ll make them worth it for you,” he promised.
“You already are,” she snuggled against him, “These past few months have been the best months of my life.” He smiled as he held her. She was so perfect.
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