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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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Don’t you just love the 7th of October? I don’t know why, but I do… Ah, well, here is a new chapter filled with smut! I hope you like it!

Sjauthor: Haha, I’m glad you are enjoying the story! Hermione will hopefully have some more great comebacks!

Meankitty69: I’m glad you like the dialog because that is what I like to write the most!

Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing this story! I love to read what you think about this!

Chapter 6

Hermione and Voldemort arrived at the hotel at dusk after eating dinner at a small restaurant near the harbour. Voldemort hired a taxi to take them from the harbour to the hotel. Some Death Eaters would be staying there as well, but they wouldn’t be arriving all at the same time. That would look too suspicious.

By the time they arrived at the hotel, Hermione was tired. She’d had a long day. First the running in the forest, the flying, then the boat ride... and all that with her cranky husband. It was no wonder she just felt like sleeping. She hardly listened when Voldemort talked to the receptionist and retrieved the room key.

The room was cosy enough. The colours were green, blue and brown and the room had all things you could expect to see in a hotel room. Voldemort placed his backpack on the blue sofa and muttered something about the bathroom. Hermione undressed and went straight to bed. Sleep claimed her the moment her head touched the pillow. She woke up in the early morning hours as Voldemort climbed into bed. She thought about asking him where he had been, but she fell asleep again only giving a quick thought to what he had been doing while she slept.

The next time she woke up, it was almost eight and she felt well rested. Voldemort was still asleep next to her. His glamour had disappeared and he looked like himself again. He had an arm over his face and the blanket around his waist. Hermione fingered her wedding ring. Many people probably found her husband very attractive. Now that he was asleep, Hermione could really see why.

His body was fit. He was thin, but strong. He had a small patch of hair in the middle of his chest that she found appealing. She looked at his face. Although she could only see his mouth, she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Not that she had any warm feelings toward him. It was just that he had never kissed her on the lips. She knew he didn’t like to be touched, but what was wrong with a couple of kisses during sex?

He was so distant and it annoyed her to know so little about him. He never told her anything about himself. The only thing she really knew was that he was a control freak and obsessed with the condition of his body. She noticed that he was very strict about his diet the few times they had eaten together.

He was like that a puzzle for her to figure out. Perhaps that was why she provoked him. She wanted to know how he would react. He wasn’t like other wizards…

So what would happen if she kissed him? She was quiet certain he would get angry, but what would he do? He wouldn’t kill a Muggle just because she wanted to kiss her husband, would he?

She found herself moving closer to him. She had only kissed three other boys in her life. Victor, at the ball, Ron a couple of times, and Harry like a friend. Ron was the only one she had been in love with. What most intrigued her was wondering what it would be like to kiss the most dangerous man alive?

Hermione had always wanted to know everything. It sometimes made her do stupid things. Like that time she created Polyjuice Potion and accidentally turned into a cat. Everything else, thankfully, had gone according to the plan.

Without further thought, she bent her head and kissed him. Her lips came in contact with his and she nibbled his lower lip lightly and was very surprised when he responded. His tongue came out and licked her lip. She moved her mouth a little so she could meet his tongue with hers. She had just begun to really enjoy the kiss when he woke up.

The change was drastic. He bit her tongue so hard she could taste blood. Then he let go of her tongue and moved on top of her, straddling her, while he wrapped his hands around her neck. He was strangling her. She tried to scream.

It ended as soon as it had started. He let out a hiss and let go of her. She guessed the Contract must have kicked in when he recognised her.

“WHAT IN FUCKING SALAZAR’S NAME ARE YOU DOING?” he roared. His anger evident in his gaze. A the moment, he looked every bit The Dark Lord and she was scared.

Hermione tried to talk, but her tongue had started to swell and she couldn’t speak. He looked at her with hatred in his eyes, but got his wand and instead of cursing her, he healed her.

“Well?” he hissed.

She was sobbing. “I-I j-just w-wanted to k-kiss you.”

“Why would you want to do such a thing?”

She tried to stop sobbing before she answered, but he looked ready to murder her, she was sobbing more out of terror than of pain. She took a couple of deep breaths.

“I w-was just c-curious.”

He lifted his arm, probably to hit her, but flinched when the power of the Contract hit him again. He hissed and stroked her cheek painfully instead. His thumb stopped at her lips.

“I don’t kiss,” he said slowly and emphatically as he pressed his thumb against her lips. She guessed that was as much as he could do without really hurting her. “Kisses indicate that there are feelings involved.”

She blinked.

“Do you have feelings for me?” he asked and let his hand wander to her hair instead. He tugged it when she didn’t answer directly. “Do you?”

“I hate you,” she whispered and trembled at her own impudence.

He tilted his head, looking confused for a moment. Then he sighed. The anger disappeared from his eyes.

“Then you do have feelings for me…”

Hermione frowned. “Don’t you hate me?”

“I’m annoyed with you. You haven’t done anything yet to make me hate you. I only hate this situation.”

Hermione couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Did she really have stronger feelings for him than he had for her? That was… disturbing.

“But you would kill me if you could?” she asked.

“Of course!” he said with a smile. He was still straddling her, but now he leaned down. “Now, what did you think would happen when you kissed me?”

Hermione could feel a blush creeping up. “I… I’m not sure. I just thought… I mean… we have had sex but… I always thought kissing was… you know…”

He chuckled. “So it wasn’t because you’re horny?”

“NO!”

“Really?” he asked teasingly. His thumb was stroking the sides of her face now.

“I… I just wanted to touch you, I guess. Why don’t you like touching?”

His eyes got hard again. “I just don’t.”

She bit her lip. “Did… did something happen to you…?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Did something happen to me, when?”

“I don’t know. I just wonder why you are like how you are.”

Now he looked amused. “Oh, are you expecting some sad story about how I was abused as a child and swore to kill all Muggles?”

“No,” she mumbled. “Hm… were you?”

“Abused? Not more than the other children at the orphanage. All children were spanked.” One of his hands wandered down to her body and started to caress her breast. “Do you want to have sex?”

Her heart had already started to beat faster and she could feel a small ache between her legs. “If you tell me more about yourself.”

He smirked. “You know how to negotiate, girl.”

She smirked back. “Will you?”

He straightened a bit but remained on his knees. The blanket fell off him and she could see his semi-erected cock. She hadn’t seen it this close before. She had nothing to compare it too, but she guessed it looked like a normal penis. All fleshy and red.

“What do you want to know?” he said and positioned her until she was standing on all fours.

She trembled a little when she felt his hand stroke the inside of her thighs. “Why did you start to deal with Dark Arts?”

His hand came up to her core. “Have you ever thought about the possibility that you are a little… masochistic?” he asked teasingly.

“No… Why?”

He scratched her backside and she shuddered. “You are obviously very aroused.”

“Perhaps you are just good.” Or getting better, she added in her thoughts.

He smacked her arse jokingly. “You are flattering me.”

She smiled and closed her eyes. She liked this playful side of him. Why he was behaving playfully, she didn’t know. His hands caressed the sides of her body. She could fell his erection at her backside as he bent over her and started to play with her breasts. His lips touched her back.

“Will you answer my question?” she asked with a shutter.

He tugged her nipples. “It was power… powers that most people are too afraid to possess. I was never afraid. The Dark Arts have always been a part of me. Since I couldn’t learn it at Hogwarts, I studied it myself. I have always been eager to learn.”

One of his hands wandered back down to her core again and he stroked her clit. She moaned and buckled against him. He stimulated her clit until she almost came and then he left her. She groaned when he got out of the bed.

“Stay,” he said.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly and tried to look around.

“Lay down.” He sounded amused.

She did. Her whole body seemed to be one fire and she was shaking from anticipation. She looked up in time to see him crawling back into bed with a black velvet band in his hand. He took her hands and tied them together with the band.

“What are you doing?” she asked when he started to place feather light kisses on her body.

“Dark Arts, like any other magic, is about control,” he mumbled. “It is just harder to control than ordinary magic. It’s very… seducing.”

Hermione was trembling and sweating. They only had sex twice before, but in some way, he managed to make each time very different. His mouth worked its magic over her body. He reached her breasts and slowly licked and sucked her nipples.

“Let’s see how you can handle seduction.” His voice vibrated through her chest. “If you can control yourself and not utter one sound I will let you let leave the room during daytime… without me.”

Hermione swallowed but nodded. It would be worth it.

xxx

Voldemort smiled when the girl gave him her answer. He had been angry when she kissed him, but he would avenge that now. The girl may not understand, but he was a master of many kinds of torture.

Sexual torture would not cause a life-threatening situation, and it he would be certain not to leave any scares, but he would have her screaming in no time. She was at his mercy. Just the way he wanted her to be.

She was already trembling with need. He sat up and took her foot into his hand. He began to massage it, not taking his eyes away from hers. She pressed her lips together. He kissed her foot. She flinched. He sucked her toes. She closed her eyes, her mouth opened in a soundless moan.

He became very aroused by watching her. However, he was always in control of his body. He took her other foot and repeated the performance. All you could hear was her panting. He let go of her foot and moved on top of her body. His hand came up to her face and he stroked it hard.

“If it wasn’t for the Contract, you would have been dead by now,” he mumbled as he penetrated her.

She was biting her lower lip.

“Do you know how easy it is to kill?” he whispered into her ear as he slowly pushed in and out of her. “To end a human life? It’s so fragile.”

She was fighting against the band now, trying to get her hands loose. He changed his pace and moved faster. He knew he was hitting her G-spot. She had tears in her eyes.

His hand came to a point at her neck. “The body is like… butter. It’s interesting when you cut a body open; it’s like cutting into butter, so smooth and easy to slice.”

She opened her mouth again, but didn’t let out any sound. He wondered if she was paying attention to what he was saying Tears were now running down her cheek. Perhaps she did. He started to move harder and faster, jerking her body with every thrust.

“Do you know what happens to a body if you drop it from a building? Or if it drowns? Answer me!” He found her clit and twitched it.

She shook her head furiously. With another hard stoke, she climaxed without a sound. He had to give the girl kudos.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” he whispered into her ear, not missing a single stroke. “Aren’t you a know-it-all? They never called me that in school, but I guess I am one. I have always wanted to know everything.”

He pulled out off her and waited for her to calm down. When she did, he cleaned her with his wand and she frowned at him.

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” he asked. “Not being able to speak?”

She nodded slowly. Her eyes were red from crying.

“I have to say, I didn’t think you could make it through the first orgasm. Let’s see if you can make it through a second one.” He positioned his head between her legs and without further ado, he started to kiss, lick and nibble her inner thighs. He moved up to her cunt and was rewarded with lubrication. He wasn’t much for eating cunts but he knew girls liked it. He moved his tongue over her clit and she responded by tightening her legs around his head.

He continued to lick her until he felt her tighten up again. With a last lick on her nub, he sat up and entered her again.

“Back to the Dark Arts. I could teach you a thing or two. You clearly have some control.”

Her eyes widened.

He pulled her legs over his shoulders and pushed even harder. Then he slowly withdrew his cock from her before thrusting against her hard and fast again. Soon it was time for the kiss of death.

“Wouldn’t you like that? To have some control again. You look a little tied up.”

She scowled and he laughed. He let her legs fall down to the mattress again before he leaned over her. His cock still inside her.

“I have to confess; I like you like this, quiet and obeying. I never thought I would ever enjoy sex like this again. For what it’s worth, I will never be with anyone but you for as long as we are married. And if you play nice, I will reward you,” his voice wasn’t higher than a whisper. “I could let you touch me and…”

His lips were just next to hers. He was quite surprised over himself for what he was about to do … he kissed her. His tongue invaded her mouth at the same time as he stroked her with his cock and pinched her nub very hard between his finger nails.

He swallowed her screams. He smiled in triumph and let himself come deep inside her. She was panting and openly crying when he finally let go of her mouth.

“You are evil,” she gasped. Blood was running from the corner or her mouth. She must have bitten herself quite hard.

“I know, dear,” he said and stroked her face. “But I can be nice. You have given me great entertainment this morning. I will let you go out and visit the city. But you will be accompanied by one of my Death Eaters.”

She groaned but nodded. He kissed her forehead and went to take a shower. You got sweaty when you were married.

xxx

He left her with her hands still tied. She made a weak attempt to free herself, but she couldn’t. For a moment she wondered if he had been a boy scout when he was younger. She laughed out loud when the weird thought crossed her mind.

Her laugh changed into sobs. Suddenly, she felt dirty and used. He just played with her. He knew she wouldn’t make it. He was too fucking good when he wanted to be. Not to mention that he played dirty. The only reason she screamed was because he hurt her. Pinching her clitoris between his fingernails was painful, but it obviously wouldn’t cause her any lasting damage since the Contract had allowed it. However, she was certain she would be in terrible pain the entire day. That bastard.

Still tied, she found the strength to roll out off bed and go to the bathroom. She felt sick and her body was sore. The bathroom door was locked, so she raised her tied hands and knocked. Merlin, she was dizzy. Perhaps she should have eaten something before she got the horrible idea of kissing him. She had wanted to know what would happen… well, now she knew.

He opened the door at the same time her stomached chose to turn inside out.

“Very charming,” he muttered and looked down at his feet, now covered with bile.

She shuddered, almost expecting him to hit her. “Sorry…”

“Well, I have had internals at my feet before…” He helped her inside and untied her hands.

Surprised and thankful for his sudden help, she entered the bathroom to clean her mouth and shower. While she was taking care of herself, he cleaned up her mess from the floor with his wand. When she was done, she left the bathroom and found him dressed and reading a newspaper.

“I’ve ordered breakfast,” he said. He seemed to be in a very good mood. Hermione glared at him. “If you want to go shopping, knock on the door to room 343. I will know if you have left the hotel alone. I wish you not to speak with anyone about what I have said or done to you.”

Hermione felt the tingle of magic. She had to do what he wished. He placed the same glamours as yesterday on them before he left the room. Now that he was gone, she found it easier to think. Somehow, she had to warn the Order that he was here. Not only for their sake, but for her own. She had to feel like she was of some use to them. The only question was how to contact them. She couldn’t do it from her room, and she would be accompanied by a Death Eater all day.

There was a knock on the door and when she opened it, she saw a young woman standing there with a tray of food. She wore a happy smile on her round face. Hermione felt her stomach rumble from hunger and she let her in.

“Bon appétit,” the woman said and then she… waited.

Hermione realised the girl was expecting a tip. She searched to room quickly and found a wallet in Voldemort backpack. After giving the girl twenty Finish marks (she hoped that was enough) she was finally able to enjoy her breakfast.

She sank down behind a desk and started to eat. It still ached between her legs, but she tried not to think of it. A Finish newspaper was lying next to the tray. Hermione couldn’t understand any of the long words, so she just looked at the pictures.

She finished her breakfast and placed the newspaper on the desk. Her eyes fell on a bunch of postcards lying on the desk with pictures of the Hotel and the city. A plan started to form in her head. If she could send a postcard to the Order, they would know where he was!

But who would she send it too? Mrs Weasley had once told her that she doubted any mail carrier would know where their house was. She figured it was the same with all the others wizards she knew. Unless…

She remembered a conversation she had had with Colin Creevey about being a Muggleborn and coming to Hogwarts. He said that he didn’t think there were any other wizards or witches in the little village he lived in. His father worked as a milkman in York and they lived outside of it in a small village named… named… She had it on the tip of her tongue! It had sounded so funny when Colin had said it! It reminded her of the tea Lipton…

Hermione took a deep breath and tried to recall their conversation. She had tried to get away because she was late for class… He had asked her if she would like to visit him in… Shipton! She got it! Shipton, North Yorkshire.

She found a pencil in the desk and wrote it down. How many Creevey’s in Shipton could there be? She had no idea what the rest of the address was anyway, so she just wrote the things she knew.

Now she had to think of what she should write. If someone asked about the card, she wanted it to look harmless. Dumbledore would be clever enough to understand any hidden meanings.

After a while she wrote; Please send this postcard to Hogwarts as well! I’m on my honeymoon, but my husband is always away on business at the Market. Love, Mrs Smith nee Granger. She didn’t want Colin to freak out when he got the letter, so she didn’t write down Voldemort’s name. There was a chance Colin didn’t know whom she was married to. Hopefully, Colin would send it to Dumbledore as fast as he could. Although, it would probably take around a week before the postcard reached Colin.

She felt much more hopeful now than she had the entire week. The only thing she needed to do now was to buy a stamp and put the card in the mailbox without her Death Eater escort noticing. That would be hard. Perhaps it was best to leave as soon as possible.

She took Voldemort’s wallet and left the room. Since she still wasn’t allowed to wear knickers, she cursed Voldemort with every step she took. The jeans were very painful against her already aching core. A couple of minutes later she found room 343 and knocked. A tall boy with brown hair opened the door.

“Yes?”

Hermione had to snort. Even if she didn’t recognise him; there was only one boy she knew who talked so snobby.

“Malfoy?” she asked.

He arched his eyebrows. “Granger?”

“Or something,” she muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but in reality she was very excited because Draco Malfoy knew nothing about Muggles! It would be so easy to fool him! “I want to have a look in town.”

Another brunette came to the door. He looked like an older duplicate of Draco, so Hermione guessed he was Lucius.

“Mrs… Smith,” Lucius said with a smile. “My son will be more than happy to accompany you.” Lucius pushed Draco outside the door and closed it.

Hermione walked toward the elevator. She did not want to go down the stairs in her condition. Perhaps she should have put on a skirt instead.

“You are walking a little funny, Mrs Smith,” Draco said as he approached her.

“And?” she pressed the button to call the elevator.

“Oh, nothing,” he said smugly.

The doors opened and Hermione stepped inside with Draco behind her. When the elevator started to descend, Draco froze.

“What’s happening?” he asked, sounding terrified.

Hermione smirked. “Muggle magic.”

Draco tried to glare, but he looked more scared than dangerous. She wondered if she should try to pull Voldemort into the elevator and see what he would do… She shuddered when she remembered how he had reacted to her kiss. Perhaps not.

When they arrived at street level, Draco calmed down. She looked around to try and decide where she would go. She could see an empty square a couple of hundred meters to her right. A couple of stores were in the vicinity. She started to walk toward what looked to be a grocery store. Her body still hurt a little. Stupid Voldemort. Did he have to pinch her just because she wanted to kiss him? What was wrong with kissing your husband? Did he have to make her feel so used?

“Does he fuck you a lot?” Draco suddenly asked.

Hermione looked at him, surprised and annoyed. “It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, come on, Smith,” he said. “I bet you married him just so you would get some. I mean since Weasel died, who would want to touch yo…”

She knew it was stupid. They were in the middle of a street and there were a lot of people around. But her pussy was aching, she had always hated Malfoy and she always got angry and sad when someone mentioned Ron.

So, she hit the irritating ferret hard on his nose. The boy groaned, but Hermione continued to hit… and hit, and hit. After the second punch, Draco started to hit her as well, but she couldn’t feel the pain. All she knew was that she wanted to injure the smug boy so much that his own father wouldn’t recognise him. If he could only be Voldemort…

“Rauhoitu!” someone yelled and pulled her backward, away from Draco.

Draco managed to hit her one more time on her chest before someone grabbed him as well.

Hermione’s head was spinning and she could feel blood running from her lip and eyebrow. A shadow fell over her.

“Kuka hän on?” a stern male voice asked.

The man who held her answered something. Hermione closed her eyes and tried to make the spinning go away. When she opened her eyes again, she could see more clearly. A tall man with a blue uniform with the word “poliisi” was standing in front of her. She didn’t have to be the cleverest witch of her age to understand that it was a police officer. Oh… this wasn’t good… The only bright side was that they hadn’t used magic.

“Get off me you stupid Muggle!”

She would just pretend she didn’t know him. She could see how Draco was forced into a police car. Oh, this would be interesting. If he had been scared in the elevator, how scared would he be when the car started to move? She smirked, feeling a dark satisfaction.

Someone placed a towel against her bleeding eyebrow before they led her to another car. She stepped inside without a word and wondered if they would travel far. A female police officer tried to ask her something.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione mumbled with a weak smile. “English.”

“Ah, Englantalainen,” the woman said and nodded. “I not good English.”

Hermione smiled again. “That’s okay; I can’t speak a word of Finish.”

The woman laughed and said something to the man who was driving. He nodded and answered. Hermione didn’t listen. She started to worry about what Voldemort would do when he found out. He wouldn’t kill the Muggles, would he? No… He would probably make her kill them. She remembered what he had said to her just this morning about killing people… Oh, Merlin. Suddenly she felt very stupid. What had made her loose her temper like that?

The ride to the police station wasn’t long. When they arrived, the female police officer led her to a small interrogation room where Hermione sat down at a small table.

“Water?” the police officer asked.

Hermione nodded. “Yes please.”

She gave her the glass of water and Hermione drank it.

“More?”

Hermione nodded again.

When the police officer returned, Hermione suddenly remembered the postcard. She held it out. The woman looked at her, clearly puzzled.

“It’s for my grandfather,” Hermione lied.

The woman nodded slowly and took the postcard.

“Do you think you could mail it?” she asked. “He’ll be so worried if he doesn’t get it.”

“Sorry, no,” the woman said. “Wait.” She gave back the postcard to Hermione.

Hermione sighed and the woman left. Hermione looked around the room. The door had a window and she could see a white corridor beyond it. There was nothing else in the room besides the table and the two chairs. The bleeding had almost stopped so she removed the towel from her head. Her chest and left arm were throbbing, like the side of her face. She wondered what she looked like.

After almost half an hour, a young red-haired police officer stepped into the room. He was short and had quite a big nose with freckles. He smiled at her and sat down in the opposite chair.

“I’m inspector Lehinen,” he spook with a Finish accent that Hermione couldn’t help but to think was cute. “How are you feeling?”

“Not so bad,” she said honestly.

“Good. Do you have a passport or some identification?” He had placed a writing pad on the table and had a pencil in his left hand prepared to take notes.

She shook her head. “Not with me, I was just going down to buy a stamp and post this postcard to my grandfather.”

He nodded. “Your name?”

“Kira Smith. My husband, Seth Smith, and I are here on our honeymoon. We are staying at Hotel Hamina.”

“How nice. Could you tell me what happened?”

“Well, my husband left earlier this morning to take care of some business. I decided to write to my grandfather. My husband and my grandfather don’t like each other, so I didn’t want to get into an argument about something silly as a postcard… Ah, but that’s not important.” Hermione blushed a little. “I left my room and met that boy in the elevator. Since we were both English, we started to talk. But when we got out on the street he started to ask inappropriate questions about what my husband and I had done…well… last night.”

The inspector just nodded and wrote something down on his pad.

Hermione took a deep breath. She had known she was good at lying, but she didn’t like to lie to a policeman. “Well… I didn’t like what he was saying so I turned around to push him away… I hadn’t aimed at the nose. But well… he got angry and started to hit me as well. I didn’t know what to do… I got scared and… It’s all quite blurry.”

“Understandable. Would you like to call your husband?” he asked.

“I don’t have the number to where he is. Or to the hotel.”

He sighed. “We have to keep you here until we get your passport. We will call the hotel and leave a message for your husband. Since you and the other man aren’t Finish, we will send the report to British law enforcement. They will need to know if you or the other young man want to press charges. The only thing you will have to do with us is pay a fine of 1000 Finish marks.”

Hermione took her wallet. “I think I can pay it now, if you want.”

“No, we will wait until your husband gets here with the passports. Are you hungry?”

Hermione shook her head. She was not hungry but nervous as hell. With all the butterflies in her stomach, she didn’t think she would eat for days.

“Anything else?”

Hermione took up the postcard again. “If it wouldn’t be any trouble, I would really want to post this postcard. My grandfather always gets so worried when he doesn’t hear form me.”

He took it. “Of course, Madam. We will have to place you in a holding cell until your husband can come and confirm your identity. We will release you once we have seen your passport.”

She was relieved when he disappeared with the postcard. As long as Dumbledore got that postcard, this would all be worth it.
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