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My Fair Mudblood	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 25604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy biiiiiiirthday to meeeeeeee, happy birthday to ME! And in true hobbit-fashion, here is my birthday present to you: THE FINAL CHAPTER! But first I’d like to thank you all for reading and reviewing and that I’m working on a new fic which I hope will be done sometime the coming spring! So until then, Merry Christmas/Hanukkah/Yule/December and a Happy New Year!

Kay_Peace: Glad you like it! Here is the final update!

Dark Lady Snape: Glad that you choose to review my story, then! And I’m happy you like the story, which is now coming to an end. Haha, no, I’m not making Hermione pregnant. We’ll save that for the next story!

MJ: Yes, Hermione is one lucky girl, getting all that attention. Sobs, I’m so in need of some attention… But now, you’ll get to read about the ritual! Not such a big deal, but I hope you enjoy it!

cranberry391: You’ll find out what he will use Hermione for in the future now. Hope you enjoy it, hee hee!

LunasMom: Haha, actually, he is not. He just likes having sex with her. And who can blame him? Hee hee! Dwimordene: Well, I’m kind of summarising the three months so… yeah, this is the final chapter! Sorry! It was only meant as a very long one-short but I decided to split it up in five chapters instead. Hope you like it anyway! Enjoy everyone!

Chapter 5

Hermione hadn’t realised how much she wanted him until it was time for her to go. Three months went by ridiculously fast when all you did was having sex, study, sleep and eat. He quickly got to know her body so well that a mere touch got her begging for release. She too got to know his body rather well, but it was more the things he didn’t like. Like kissing. She had tried it one more time, but he had pulled her away, turned her around and fucked her over the sarcophagus.

When he finally said it was time for her to leave, she first didn’t realise what he meant. The war and snake-like Voldemort seemed so far away. She didn’t want to go back to a world where she was hunted and tortured. It was very comfortable here. Sure, he got on her nerves sometimes, but that usually lead to even hotter sex so she managed. She had actually never felt this comfortable in her body before and it was all thanks to him, even if she was reluctant to tell him that.

“Will you kill me in the future,” she asked, her heart beating like a drum inside her chest when he led her out of the chamber.

“I very much doubt that,” he answered sternly. The last couple of days he had been acting rather strange. One minute he was harsh and angry and the next he would fuck her like there was no tomorrow. She liked to think that he didn’t want her to leave more than she did. Last night, she had imagined what it would be like if she stayed. Could she be able to change history? No, because then she wouldn’t have been sent back here to begin with… time travel was just so difficult.

They stopped and she recognised the spot as the exact same as she had appeared in. She turned and looked at him. It was silly of her, dreaming of things being different. They weren’t and if she came out of the battle in one piece, she would have to get over him. It was not like it would work anyway. You could only live on sex for so long before it became boring, right?

“What do you think you’ll do?” she asked.

He sighed. “We’ve already been through this, Hermione. I’ve no idea how I’ll reason fifty years from now. Perhaps I’ll fuck you.”

Her eyes widened and his narrowed.

“Am I that bad-looking?” he asked in disbelief.

She nodded.

He sighed again. “Very well, if it wasn’t for the magic, I’d take advantage of your body one last time…” His eyes roamed her body.

She could feel herself getting wetter, but she still had enough sense in her body to know that she shouldn’t fuck the old Voldemort. That one she did have history with.

Young Voldemort stroked her cheek. If she didn’t know better she would call it a loving gesture. However, she knew he didn’t even consider loving her. She was a means to an end. He found her attractive and that was it. She had forced herself to remember that through these months to stop her from developing any stronger feelings for him. Although, she had a feeling it was for naughty considering how much her heart hurt at the moment.

“It’s time,” he mumbled. “Close your eyes.”

She took a last good look at him before she did. Then she felt his lips on her forehead and she gasped. However, before she could open her eyes, she experienced the sickening feeling of being moved through time and space.

When she did manage to open her eyes again, she was back on the cold stone floor at the Chamber of Secrets. She couldn’t stop a sob. Merlin, she had been so careful not to feel anything for him! Why did she miss him?

“I have always wondered what you would look like when you came back.” She recognised his voice, even if it sounded much higher and colder.

Looking up, she saw the Voldemort of her time stare down at her. He didn’t look like he was about to murder her of even fuck her against the table behind her. Instead he was watching her with caution. She slowly made her way to her feet.

“Tell me, Hermione, are you sad because you are with me or are you sad because you left me?”

“Because I left you,” she replied, seeing no point in even trying to hide it.

He came closer to her and stroked some hair from her face. “I missed you too. Sometimes. No one was ever as passionate as you. Or as clever.” The smile one his face seemed strangely out of place.

It made her happier than she cared to admit so instead she changed the subject. “What will happen now?”

He didn’t seem to hear her; he was watching her body hungrily. “Did you ever realise I lied to you?”

She frowned. “About what?”

“About the potion. It isn’t an aphrodisiac. I only wanted you to have a reason to let go. It worked out better than I imagined.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “You are lying!”

“Am I?” He looked into her eyes, his hand coming down at her shoulder, stroking her arm down. On its way up, it grazed the outside of her breast, making her gasp. “Then how come you responded so well to me months after you stopped taking the potion?”

She swallowed, she hadn’t given it much thought before, but now when he mentioned it… oh, Salazar, she was stupid.

“I’d like to prove you wrong again,” he mumbled, more to himself than to her. “But we don’t have much time. Lay down on the table.”

Hesitating, she did. “Will you tell me what the ritual is for now?”

“Restoring my body and soul,” he replied.

She blinked, not expecting him to answer her. He smiled down at her.

“There is no point in hiding it now. The reason I tried to find Imhotep’s grave to begin with was because I knew it held secrets about power. When I found the pyramid, I stumbled over a text explaining how to store an extraordinary magnitude of power. It would take time, of course, but I vowed to myself to begin the preparations there and then as a back-up if I ever needed a lot of power. When I thought I had found the spell I needed, you showed up. Without your future knowledge, I could very well have caused something disastrous. A couple of years later I realised what for. The horocruxes did things to my body that I didn’t care about. So I found a way to restore my body and soul, if needed be. Then I realised that’s what I must have preferred you for.” Voldemort sighed. “I hadn’t expected finding you as enjoying as I did, though. That was just a bonus.”

Hermione didn’t know if she should laugh or be sick. “And now what?”

“Now you’ll be quiet as I use the magic stored in you to call back all the pieces of my soul into one being again.”

He started chanting and Hermione could feel something humming inside of her. It was a most peculiar sensation. A red light appeared between his wand and her body. She let out a gasp of pain when it felt like something was leaving her body from her bellybutton. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else but the unpleasant feeling, but then Voldemort let out a groan and she opened them again. The red light was surrounding his body, shining brightly. She had to close her eyes again because the light increased, blinding her. All she heard was his scream. Icy shivers went down her spine even if the room turned hot.

The light disappeared and Hermione didn’t know if she was blind or if it was just dark around her. Heart beating rapidly of fear, she sat up and moved of the table, careful not to step on anything. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to help Voldemort or run away. Before she made up her mind, the normal light returned to the room. She blinked and to her great surprise she saw two people in the room. Voldemort and… Voldemort. The first, snake-like, Voldemort was leaning against the wall, looking very worn out. The second Voldemort looked exactly like the one she had left just a little while ago. However, he was just lying on the ground. If it weren’t for the small movements of the naked chest, she would have thought him dead.

“What…?” she looked at the standing Voldemort.

His smile was small and weak. “A new body with a restored soul, Hermione. Or, the soul will be restored once I leave this shell.” He made a gesture over his body.

She gaped. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled. “You’ll see. First, I’ll let your dear Potter believe he has killed me. All will be well in the wizarding world.”

She was still gaping. “What…?”

He slowly went up to her and stroked her chin. “Sometimes, Hermione, you just need a fresh start.”

She nodded slowly.

“Now, I have to go and so do you. We have a final battle to finish. But, before that, I’ll need an Unbreakable Vow from you not to tell anyone about this. And I mean that in every sense of the word, no talking, no writing, no gesturing or in any way give any hint of what you have done with me. Is that clear?”

That was the last thing she had expected. “So you won’t be killing me?”

Voldemort’s hand wandered down to her throat. “If you don’t give me the oath, I’ll have to.”

She gulped. “I don’t have much choice then?”

He just smiled.

“Very well. But you won’t kill Harry?”

He shook his head. “Harry will think he has killed me. Just like I want him to believe.”

Hermione could see in his eyes that he didn’t plan to give up or anything like that. He was planning something. Had been planning something for a very long time, she guessed.

He grabbed her hand and held out his wand over them. She repeated the words he said not to tell anyone about what had transpired between them and she shuddered as the oath took its hold.

“Good girl,” he whispered and leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Now, go back to your young friend out there and help that blasted Chosen One.”

“This is it, then?” she asked when he let go of her. “Or will I be seeing you again?”

He smiled. “You won’t be seeing me in this shape, that’s for sure.” He looked down at the sleeping body on the floor. “But I have a feeling you’ll seek me out when you feel the itch.”

She blushed. Something told her that too. However, she didn’t want to admit it. No matter how much she had enjoyed their time together. She would still need some convincing before she fell into his bed again. Although, something told her that it wouldn’t be an impossible task. He made her feel a way no one else had made her feel before. Even if she was well aware of how evil he was and how he was probably just using her… but the way he could play her body was worth it. At least once in a while.

“Don’t get yourself killed now, Hermione,” he said with a smile and disappeared through the open door.

Hermione stared after him for a few moments until she shook her head and looked around in the room. Her eyes fell on the clothes lying on the floor next to her with her wand resting on top of them. Right, she was still naked. She had got so used to it she hardly noticed, although, she was sure Ron would ask questions if she showed up naked. However, when she pulled on her jeans and shirt, she felt strangely trapped. It felt… wrong. Like the clothes belonged to another person. Then again, hadn’t she been another person the last time she wore these clothes? Could you really go through everything she had gone through and discover so many new things about yourself without changing?

Once dressed she looked at the sleeping body again. A strange thought occurred to her. The last time she wore these clothes, she would probably have tried to kill him. Or at least capture him in some way. Now, she didn’t want to. She would go back up in the castle and take down as many Death Eaters as she could. Then she would try not to think about Voldemort and his plans and… probably search him out because she was horny. She sighed. She hadn’t tried to kill him since that one time their first night together. If you could even call that trying. Now she felt even less inclined to. A part of her felt like she owned him for everything he had taught her. Not only the sex but everything else. There were so much knowledge out there and five years from now, she wanted to know as much as he had done fifty years ago. Although, she still wanted to make the world a better place. Maybe it was compromising for how she helped Voldemort, but she wanted to find all that knowledge and share it with the world. Just in Imhotep’s tomb there had been scrolls about medicines she hadn’t even heard about but which seemed to be able to do miraculous things. She wanted to find that and share it.

She walked over to the sleeping body and kneeled next to him. Carefully stoking his hair, she tried to see if there was any difference between this body and the one she had just left. He didn’t seem older, but she was sure he would have all the memories of the older Voldemort. Would she be able to get along as well with this one as she had with his younger self? As she had told him, there was a lot of history. However… she wanted him. She wanted to take him and fuck him just as she had for three months now.

Leaning down, she kissed the top of his head. Then she stood and left the room before she changed her mind.

xxx

The war was over and most of the Death Eaters were dead or captured. Hermione spent the day after the battle at Hogwarts helping in the cleaning of the castle. She walked together with Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom to make sure no Death Eaters were hiding in some secret room or corridor or something like that. It was slow work, but Hermione enjoyed having something else on her mind beside Voldemort. She hadn’t been able to sleep last night, knowing he was still alive and she being the only one who knew it. At dawn, she had walked down to the Chambers of Secrets again, but the sleeping body had been gone.

She was sure she would see him again, even if she thought that it would take quiet some time before she did.

It didn’t.

Just a month after the final battle, she spotted him at the Ministry when Kingsley was installed as the Minister of Magic. He didn’t look like he had before; his hair was brown and he was shorter than she was used to. But there was no doubt in her mind that it was him. Despite the fact that he cheered with everyone else. When he felt her looking, he turned his head and smiled at her. Then he disappeared into the crowd.

For the next three months she thought she didn’t see him at all, only to find out that she had been reading about him. It wasn’t until she saw his picture that she realised he was the talented James McClendon who had worked so restlessly with the law enforcement to round up the missing Death Eaters. Now he was the new secretary in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Hermione realised what he had meant with “fresh start”. In the Ministry he would manage to make changes in the world from the inside. Possibly even in other people’s names. The thought made her cold and she decided that it was time to find him.

Two owls later she got an appointment. Irony had it that it was on her birthday. Thanks to her status as war hero, Head Girl and an excellent student, McGonagall had nothing against letting her spend the afternoon of her birthday away from the castle.

The nervousness began the night before she was going to meet him and she had a hard time concentrating in class. She wasn’t sure what she could expect or even what she wanted to happen. Sure, she had spent quite many nights in bed masturbating to the thought of him, but now when she had got some time away from him, she fell back a little to her old self. That part that didn’t think sleeping with Voldemort was a good idea at all.

Then, it was three o’clock and her final class of the day ended. She Apparated just outside the school and landed at the welcoming disk of the Ministry. Five minutes later she stood in the elevator and after another five minutes she made her way down the corridor of Magical Law Enforcement.

He was waiting outside his office, smiling.

“Ah, Miss Granger,” he welcomed and showed her inside his office. It was bigger and more comfortable than she had expected. A great mahogany desk stood in one end of the room and in the other was a lounging area with two big purple sofas and a table in between. On the table stood a tea service.

The door closed behind them and she heard the distinctive click of a lock. Before she had time to say anything, he stepped closer and placed his hands on either side of her face. For a moment she thought he was about to kiss her, but then she felt him entering her mind. She still had no idea how to do Occlumency so she let him travel through her memories and try to relax. It only took a moment, then he let go of her.

“You haven’t told anyone,” he stated.

She arched an eyebrow. “I took an Unbreakable Vow not to.”

He smirked and gestured for her to sit on the sofa. “Would you like some tea?”

“Yes please.”

He served her and then himself before he sat down next to her.

“So, why did you want to meet me?” he asked and took a sip from his cup.

She looked down at her own cup. “I guess I was afraid that you would abuse your power here.”

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t call it abusing. I’m just making… suggestions of some changes that are needed for the best of the Wizarding World.”

She looked up at him again with a frown. “Like banishing all the Muggleborns from this world?”

He watched her intensely before he answered. “Not necessarily. But I will decrease the Muggles power over us. We are after all superior to them.”

“We?” she asked, wondering if he was including her.

“Yes, you too,” he answered softly. “That is, as long as you don’t let your Muggle parents and relatives control what you do to your magic. Which I have little doubt they will since your parents are still missing and you have never had much contact with your other relatives. Except your grandfather of course, but since he is dead…”

She stared at him, baffled. “How do you know that?”

“I’ve been keeping my eyes on you since you were born,” he replied smugly. “I didn’t lie when I told you I have missed you. You let enough slip back in 1950 for me to figure out where you were born. I started looking for you in 1978. Your mother looked a lot like you, you know.”

Hermione wasn’t sure what she would do with this disturbing information and said nothing.

“Of course I couldn’t keep up with you for those ten years I was a spirit, but I was there your first year at Hogwarts. And I visited you a few times when I had regained my body, even if you didn’t notice me.” He smiled at the memory. “The Order really did a poor job in protecting you. You did fit the profile for those who could be under an attack.”

She didn’t have to ask why he hadn’t attacked. “Why were you so interested in me? We were only together for three months.”

He shrugged and drank the last of the tea before he placed it on the coffee table. “You spiked my interest I guess. And then this year… things didn’t go as I had planned.”

She scowled at him. “You mean you didn’t plan to take over the Ministry and send all Mudbloods to Azkaban?”

He chuckled. “Well, I did plan to take over the Ministry, but not so much what to do with the Mudbloods. Many of the Death Eaters wanted it and I let them do what they liked. I can’t say I cared much about it. However, do you have any idea how ineffective it is to force changes to the world with violence?”

She stared at him in disbelief. “No, really?”

“Yes,” he said, completely ignoring her sarcasm. “I came up with a new plan. The Death Eaters were only in the way so I got rid of them.”

“You are going to change the Ministry from the inside,” she concluded.

Voldemort smiled and stroked her cheek. “Just as clever as I remember. And you’ll help me do just that.”

“Why would I?” she asked, trying to ignore the pleasant shivers his fingers sent down her body when he moved them down to her throat.

“Well, who would ever expect Mr Hermione Granger to be anything but an honest, honourable man?”

She froze and he took the opportunity to pull her down in an embrace on the couch. He began to kiss her neck in the way he knew she loved and she could fell her body respond to him without hesitation. However, in the back of her mind she had a terrible forewarning that he would get exactly what he wished.

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