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Hello my merry band of readers! Once again, the chapter is a bit shorter than they have been lately, but we are nearing the end of this story. After this chapter, it’s just one more (long) chapter and the epilogue! I’m sorry the wait have been so long this semester, I’m taking my master’s degree soon, and I’ve been writing so much on my thesis, that I just haven’t had the energy to write on this as well. But now it’s almost over! I want to thank everyone for reading, reviewing and rating this story, you always make my day!

I also want to thank Shan and Nerys for their hard work of betaing this!

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Chapter 46

Hermione stretched out on the sun chair, trying to relax. She had a dreadful headache forming, and since they were going to spend the day on the beach, she might as well try to relax. The children were building a sand castle next to them. Voldemort was watching over them. All she had to do was close her eyes, enjoy the sun, and let the tension leave her body.

Come on, tension, leave the body.

“Hermione?” Voldemort leaned over her, touching her arm.

She sighed. So much for getting relaxed. “What?”

“The girls want some ice cream; do you want some, too?”

“No, thanks,” she said, relieved that he didn’t want to say anything else.

“Very well, we’ll be right back.”

She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. She tried to focus on nothing at all, and let the sound of the beach take over. Alas, no matter how hard she tried, it didn’t help her to relax and escape her problems at all. Even though things were still a mess with Voldemort, everything else was finally okay. Althea and Alexandra were safe; their secret would soon be safe again. She could get back to the work she loved. They still had secrets from Merlin’s vault to work with and discover. Life was good.

It was only this increasing need to beat Voldemort within an inch of his life that was the issue.

She groaned and opened her eyes again. If she couldn’t relax, she might as well do something useful. She reached into the bag they had packed and fished up one of the new books in Transfiguration that had come out almost four months before, but which she hadn’t had time to read yet. This was as good a time as any for catching up. The book wasn’t exactly groundbreaking, but it was written by a fellow scholar at Oxford, and she was expected to read it.

She only had time to read for a few minutes when her family came back.

“Mum, do you want to taste?” Alexandra came up to her, carrying a huge red ice cream on a stick.

Hermione smiled. “That’s okay, honey. I don’t feel like it at the moment.”

Alexandra shrugged and sat at the edge of her sun chair, eating her ice cream. Voldemort and Althea were sitting on the other one. Hermione lowered the book and looked at them. They were talking quietly to each other, each eating a chocolate-covered ice cream. How could Althea have got over what Voldemort did so quickly?

She looked back into her book again. Merlin, she couldn’t go on like this. She would have to do something, or else she would explode.

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“Potter, you have a visitor.”

Harry looked up just as Ginny stepped into his cell. For a moment they just looked at each other; then Ginny flew into his arms, hugging him hard. Harry held her tightly. He had missed his wife so much. Not to mention their children.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Harry said, his voice muffled by her hair.

Ginny continued to hold him for a few more seconds before finally letting go. “Let’s sit down.”

Harry sat down and noted by the expression on Ginny’s face that she wanted to discuss something serious. This couldn’t be good.

“What happened?” he asked.

Ginny took a deep breath. “I went to see them.”

Harry didn’t need clarification about who they were. He immediately jumped from his seat.

“What? Don’t you realise who he is? He is dangerous!”

“Sit down, Harry,” Ginny told him, her eyes narrowing.

“But Ginny—”

“Harry James Potter, sit down,” Ginny growled.

Harry did, but he wasn’t happy about it.

“I know exactly who he is,” Ginny said in a much lower voice. “That’s why I know that you are not going to be able to figure out a way to kill him. You have to stop.”

“But—”

“Look where you are!” Ginny exclaimed. “Your way isn’t working. All you have achieved is tearing our family apart. I have a new plan, and if you want your family back, you’ll follow through with it.”

Harry frowned. “What plan?”

She took a deep breath. “As I said, I went to talk to them. They are willing to leave us alone, if we leave them alone. He was even willing to take an oath, when Hermione told him to.”

It took him a moment to comprehend what Ginny was telling him. “He will leave us alone if we leave him alone? But we can’t do that! He’s still got Hermione!”

Ginny took his hand. “No, you aren’t listening to me. They will leave us alone if we leave them alone. Hermione isn’t his prisoner. She doesn’t need you to save her. But she will hurt you if you try to take the father of her children away from them.”

Had Ginny gone insane? “But he has her brainwashed—”

She pressed his hand harder. “No, Harry. Hermione is keeping him in check. I don’t know how much, but she has control over him. You should have seen them together. She told him to shut up, and he did. She smacked him, and he just sighed.”

Harry stared at his wife in disbelief. “But he’s Voldemort”

She nodded. “And she is Hermione Granger. You know what she’s like. She isn’t some beaten down housewife. Don’t you remember how she used to boss you and Ron around? And Voldemort, for all his power and evilness, is still just a wizard.”

She paused and looked down at their connected hands. “After I went to see them, I had lunch and thought about what I had seen. Hermione has changed since she got together with him, but not completely. She’s still Hermione. Remember how we just last month talked about supporting her new proposal against the slavery of house-elves? Does that sound like something Voldemort would have signed up to? No. It’s all Hermione’s doing. And even more, ever since ‘Marcus Foster’ joined the Wizengamot, he has campaigned to improve the legal status of Muggle-borns. He didn’t have to do that. There are plenty of people who don’t, without anyone suspecting they are even Death Eaters. They just don’t talk about it. I think that’s Hermione’s doing.”

“But Voldemort will always be evil,” Harry said slowly.

“Yes, I know. But he doesn’t pose the same threat anymore. Ever since our wedding, there haven’t been any attacks in Voldemort’s name. You haven’t found anymore Muggle bodies. I’m not asking you to befriend him, just to let others take care of him instead. Let it go.”

“He killed my parents!” Harry exclaimed, hardly able to believe what Ginny was asking of him. Let Voldemort go? This was madness!

Ginny met his eyes again, and her gaze was hard. “I love you, Harry. But if you want to be with your family again, you’ll have to put us first. Voldemort has already managed to destroy your career and made people doubt your sanity. You can’t win against him. But others can. So you’ll have to let it go, or do you want him to destroy this family as well?”

“Of course not, but—”

Ginny let go of his hands and rose. “No buts. You can’t have both, Harry. Either you take their deal and make an oath not to go after them again, or we can’t be a family anymore. I know it’s hard, but think about it. What would you rather have? Revenge or a family?”

Before he had time to respond, she walked to the cell door and knocked on it. A guard came and let her out, leaving Harry alone with his own thoughts.

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Hermione’s headache had grown worse by the time they came home from the beach in the evening. They had made it into a full day, even eating dinner at a small restaurant near the beach. It didn’t take much to get the girls into bed, for which Hermione was very grateful. She would just finish the book she had started on the beach, and then go to bed as well.

She curled up in her chair in the library and had started to read when Voldemort entered. He frowned when he saw her.

“It’s no wonder you got a headache when you are being so tense,” he said and came over to her. “Let me massage your shoulders.”

“No thank you,” Hermione said through gritted teeth. “I just need to go to bed.”

He sighed, getting frustrated, and sat down on the chair next to hers. “I’m trying to make things better between us, Hermione. Why won’t you let me?”

“Because you tried to kill me,” she responded, massaging her own temple. She didn’t want to do this now.

“Tried, yes. But I didn’t, and it can only mean that I didn’t really want to do it, or it would have worked.”

Hermione scoffed. “Oh yes, because you are always so in control and never let your emotions get the better of you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he said, frowning.

She grimaced. She hadn’t meant to say that. “Just leave me alone.”

“No, I won’t.” He took her book from her hands and put it on the table behind him. “You tried to kill me once, and that failed because you didn’t want it enough. This is the same thing.”

“No, it’s not!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Why not? If I had really wanted it, you would have been dead. I know I must have looked angry, but somewhere, I didn’t want it, or else—”

“No!” Hermione screamed and flew up from the chair. This was just all too much. “If I hadn’t stopped you, you would have killed me! You wanted to kill me; you were just stopped.”

Just as she realised what she had said, her hand flew up to her mouth. Oh, fuck.

Voldemort had gone very still. For a moment, they just stared at each other, she in alarm, he in cold calculation. Then, slowly, he rose.

“Bedroom. Now,” he growled and grabbed her hand.

Hermione followed. Yes, that was a reasonable plan. No use waking up the girls. Those silencing charms were really effective.

When the door closed behind her, Voldemort dropped her hand and spun around to face her.

“You think you stopped me?” he asked. “You actually think that you can stop me, Lord Voldemort?”

She felt her anger boil. “Are you underestimating me again? Yes, you are Lord Voldemort. Do you honestly think I haven’t come up with countless of plans to stop you if you tried to hurt any of us? Do you really think I’d leave the safety of my children up to whether or not you can control your temper? I’ve been planning for this for years!”

“What, exactly, do you think you have done to me?” he spat.

He didn’t want to believe she could do anything. That made Hermione furious. “Try to curse me and I’ll show you.”

She could see his wand hand twitch, but he didn’t reach for it. “And give you another reason to be mad at me?”

She arched an eyebrow in challenge. “So you won’t dare to test me?”

Swiftly, he brought his wand up, just as Hermione knew he would. She was ready. He made an attempt to cast a spell, but she blocked his magic. All it took was willpower. It felt as if she was pulling a thread in her mind, which closed his access to his magic.

For a moment, he stared at his wand in shock. Then his eyes went up to her. “What have you done?”

She could hear the fear in his voice and managed to throw up a shield before he threw himself at her. He smashed right into the shield and fell back on the floor. He quickly got back on his feet again. She had never seen her husband look so angry and scared before. He looked completely wild.

He smashed into the wall again, and she sent him flying across the room. There was no reasoning with him when he was like this. There was only one thing she could do.

With a flick of her wand, she knocked him unconscious before he had time to rise again. She stood there for a moment, staring at her husband’s body. Well, that had gone worse than expected. She had known he would be angry if he found out, but this? How should she handle this?

Well, there were only one way this could work. She repaired the bed, which had once again broken by the mere influence of magic (they so needed to buy a new one). Sighing, she looked down at her husband’s prone body, before moving him to the bed. She took his wand and bound his hands magically. On second thought, she removed his clothes as well. He was always easier to handle when he was naked. She took off her own clothes and sat down next to him on the bed.

Even unconscious, he looked angry. His face was set in a frown, and his shoulders were tense. She stroked his chest with her hand.

“Merlin, you always have to make it so hard, don’t you?” she said with a sigh.

She let her hand travel lower, over his belly and down to his groin. There was only one way to stop Voldemort when he was this scared. Well, two ways, but since she didn’t want anyone to die tonight, she would have to do the other.

With her special touch, it didn’t take more than a minute to have him standing to attention. She looked longingly at his hard cock. It had been too long since they had last had sex. She craved sex, too, although she had managed to keep herself under control so far. It had been hard last night, but she had been angry enough to stand against their bond.

Now, however, it wasn’t hard for her to get wet enough to do this. She wanted Voldemort to calm down after all.

She straddled him, and just before she guided his cock inside her, she woke him up. His eyes flew open just as she sank down on him, and he let out something between a groan and a hiss.

“What are you doing?” he spat and tried to reach her, but his hands were tied down to his sides.

She exhaled, shuddering with pleasure of having him inside her again. “You were getting out of control. I decided to do this to calm you down.”

Voldemort groaned. “You did something to me … but it’s not possible.”

Slowly, she began rocking back and forth. “I know it’s hard for you to realise that someone has control over you, but I have to be able to stop you if you lose control over your temper like you did the other night. You would have killed me if I hadn’t.”

“I don’t want you to die, kitten,” Voldemort said, holding her gaze. “But I can’t accept that you could be able to do something like that to me.”

“But don’t you see? If you don’t want me to die, then you can’t blame me for stopping you. I would have died, Voldemort. Do you honestly want me to believe you haven’t killed out of anger before?”

He was silent. She moved her fingers into his hair and stroked his head as she continued to move her hips.

“This is a good thing for this family, Voldemort,” she finally said. “And if you ever want me to get over that you tried to kill me, you’ll accept what I can do. I have known how to do this for years, and I haven’t used it before that night.”

He continued to look her in the eyes, and for several minutes, all that was heard was her body moving over his.

“Release me,” he finally said.

Hermione hesitated, looking into his eyes, trying to figure out what he was planning. He was still angry, she could feel it. But he wasn’t so furious that he was out of his mind. Well, she would have to release him sooner or later. At least she knew he wouldn’t be inclined to do anything else, until they had finished this.

“Fine,” she said and waved her wand over him, releasing his arms.

Voldemort pulled her chest down against him and rolled them over, so he was on top instead. He stopped there, just bending his neck so he could see her. His eyes were cold, calculating.

“I can’t allow this,” he finally said.

Hermione sighed. “It’s not for you to allow. This is how it will be. I can’t trust you not to hurt us, but I will stop you if you try. So you’ll have to trust me when I say that I won’t use this unless our family is in danger.”

His eyes narrowed.

She stroked his arm. “I know you trust me, Voldemort. You can trust me. After everything you have done to me, I’m still here, aren’t I? Trust me with this.”

Her heart was speeding up as she watched him, anxious. This was the point of no return. She couldn’t yield, not when it came to the safety of herself and her children. He would have to, or else their family would implode. He recognised that as well, or else he wouldn’t be so quiet. So now it was time to see what was most important for Lord Voldemort, his family or his need for control.

They stared at each other. His dark-blue eyes seemed to want to drill a hole through her head. She couldn’t blink, even if she had wanted to. Even though he wasn’t performing Legilimency, she knew he could see her thoughts. She was thinking it so loud.

Don’t be a prick.

Finally, he let out a roar and broke eye contact. He started to thrust into her, hard and fast, gripping her wrists and nailing them to the mattress with his hands. Hermione closed her eyes and smiled, letting him take out his frustration on her. She didn’t mind it when he did it this way, hitting her g-spot repeatedly. He had yielded.

As if he had heard her thoughts, he stopped and grabbed her chin. She opened her eyes again.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “Whatever happens, you’ll always be mine. You and the girls. This changes nothing.”

Hermione moved her now free hand up to his head and forced him down for a kiss. He was wrong, of course. This changed everything.

xxx

Voldemort continued to hold Hermione tightly after their furious fucking. He didn’t care that he was hot and sweaty, he had to know that he had her. He had to know that he could break her neck at any moment, if he wished it. Magic wasn’t everything. She might have figured out a way to stop him by using his magic, for now, but he was still the one in power. He was physically stronger than she was. That was enough.

It wasn’t like she could control him. She could just stop him. It was nothing more than an effective ward, temporarily blocking his magic. It wasn’t a big deal that she had a stronger shield. There were plenty of other ways to get to her if he wanted to. This was no different than the oath he had taken all those years ago, swearing not to magically torture her. It was just a big deal for her.

Well, let it be. If she felt safer, then he could allow that. If it brought her back to his bed, well, so much better. He was still in control, just not the same way he was used to. And it was only for now as well. He was Lord Voldemort; he would find a way to break her control. He was the most powerful of them.

Hermione was embracing him, slowly stroking his back. He found it strange. Did she think he needed comfort? He didn’t. This was not something to be comforted over. If anything, she was the one who needed comfort. But perhaps agreeing was enough for her. Not that it was a big thing to agree to her new ability. It would just be useless to lose her over something as silly as a more effective shield. In fact, it was quite a cheap price to pay for almost killing her. He had got a lot more out of it when she had tried to kill him.

He took a deep breath and finally let go of her. Hermione slowly rolled away.

“I need to go to the loo,” she said and got out of bed.

“Fine,” he replied and pulled down the blankets so he could get under the covers. Without her, it was starting to get cold.

Just a few minutes later, she came back to bed and crawled under the covers as well.

“We should get a new real bed tomorrow,” she commented.

“And some other new furniture for the bedroom and the kitchen,” he added.

“Well, the girls seemed happy to get out of the house. We can go shopping in London tomorrow,” Hermione suggested.

“Yes, I think they will like that.”

A somewhat tense silence fell over the bed. Voldemort stared up at the ceiling. Neither of them wanted to address what had just happened between them. He refused to let it be a big deal. Hermione probably wanted to blow it up even more, though, and then things would get annoying again.

Well, there was always that other thing he could do when he didn’t want his wife to over analyse things and be more obedient.

He moved closer to her and leaned down to kiss her. Hermione answered his kiss with her mouth open, inviting him in.

“What was that for?” she asked when he finally pulled away.

“Well, we have a few nights to make up for now. I was thinking we could start right away,” he purred.

And they resolved into yet another sex-act. After all, it was the only way they could deal with each other.
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