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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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Hello everybody! New chapter again! But first some review answers:

Meankitty69; Yes, Voldemort will notice that he can’t do everything he wants anymore. Poor Dark Lord.

Kitty: I think you can be sure that Voldemort will be quite jealous off Remus’ and Hermione’s relationship. He is the jealous-type.

Heidi191976: Ah, yes, Draco… well, he is out of prison now, and you will see him again in chapter 10. But sorry, I haven’t written about how he got out… You’ll just have to use your imagination!

Megan; I’m glad you like the story! Of course I’ll write more chapters! I have already written quite a lot, but it takes some time to reread them and let my beta reread them… I make many mistakes when I write, but I’m getting better! So far, I have been able to update two times every week, but I don’t think I’ll be able to speed up the process… sorry!

On with the show!

Chapter 8

It was as if Hermione was living in a fog. Absorbed in her own reality, she was oblivious to anything and everything around her except the severed heads of the Creevey family. She failed them. She should have never have sent them that letter. It was all her fault.

While she still felt herself in a sort of fog, she remembered Remus holding her as she told him about what happened. He held her as she cried over her failure. The guilt was tearing her apart and she was glad Remus was there. He understood.

The next couple of days went by in a blur. She cried a lot. Not only because of the Creeveys, but because of her entire situation. She was trapped. She just couldn’t find the spark that made her kick. She felt lost. Remus made her better, but she still didn’t feel like herself. Remus tried to help her. They read together, played chess and worked out. He showed her some new moves and she copied them perfectly.

She also started to eat. A lot. She asked Lolly for sweets and candy, and the House-elf was more than happy to be of assistance. Hermione knew they weren’t good for her, but she just didn’t care anymore. Voldemort wasn’t happy about it, but he let her be. Remus just watched her sadly.

Oddly enough, Voldemort was the one who helped her to snap out of it. He hadn’t been around much since he brought Remus to her. Not that she minded. When her husband was around, she felt as if something had changed between them. A new tension that she could not identify. When he was around, she felt as if he wanted to rip her head off. Not that she cared really, but it didn’t make her feel better.

Hermione and Remus were playing chess when Voldemort stormed into the room.

“Why didn’t you tell me you found this?” Voldemort asked angrily wielded a small black book. The diary she found over a month ago.

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

He pressed his lips together. “Lupin, leave.”

Remus looked at Hermione. “I don’t…”

“Do I have to remind you that you are merely a guest in my house?” Voldemort hissed.

Remus sighed and kissed Hermione’s cheek before he left. Voldemort made him a room next door to Hermione. She had been there a couple of times and it was not much of a room, only a bed, really, but Remus was seldom there as he thankfully spent most of his time with her.

When the door closed behind Remus, Voldemort placed a silencing spell over the room.

“Well?” he asked as he threw the diary at her. “I found some of your notes. What are you conclusions?”

Hermione stared at the diary. She was… curious. She opened it and reread the section she had marked with a red ribbon.

The cups… Twin cups with runes. She was sure she had read about a cup with runes. Yes, she had… in A History of Hogwarts.

“Oh…,” she said. Why hadn’t she remembered this before? She rose from the armchair and went to the bookshelves. Voldemort owned a copy of her favourite book, she had seen it before.

Voldemort followed her motions with suspicious eyes. She pulled out the book and found the chapter about the four founders. She scanned through the Helga Hufflepuff section where she found what she was looking for, the cup. She nodded as she read it.

“What?” Voldemort asked annoyed when she finally put the book down.

Hermione felt her blood pump faster. She started to feel excited. She had forgotten how good she felt when she was researching.

She summarised the passage, “Helga Hufflepuff travelled around the world when she was young. On her journeys, she found the Cup of Life. She was a Healer and very good with all living things. When she saw the situation witches and wizards were in all over the world, she wanted to help them. She met Godric Gryffindor and they decided to do something about it. However, when Salazar Slytherin joined them, she became worried as she had heard that Slytherin had been looking for it. So, she changed its appearance and made it look like it was made of gold. She also didn’t use it in front of others much. However, the Cup was of much use for them because it could bring forth food. Normal magic have never been able to make food out of thin air because…”

He placed his hand over her mouth. “You should become a teacher.”

She blushed. She had been married to this evil man for seven weeks. Two of which she spent in shock and the latest two depressed. But now, she felt… eager. Voldemort looked at her amused. He lifted his hand from her mouth.

“So, the only question left is where’s the Cup since Hufflepuff’s death,” he commented.

“I have heard of a book that is supposed to be written by Helga’s grandson. Perhaps there is something about it in there?”

He nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll try to find it…” He looked down at her. “What are you thinking?”

Hermione blushed even more and looked down at the floor. She didn’t want to show how eager and excited she was. She was elated to return back to some normalcy. To figure things out like she always enjoyed doing. It was as if the spark she had been missing returned.

“You know,” he said and brushed her hair over her shoulder. “I really hated you when you were out of it. I wanted to kill you.”

“Well, now you know how I have felt since I married you.”

“Yes. So, I guess we both hate each other then…” His voice was low and his hand was still in her hair. Her skin felt more sensitive than before.

“I guess…”

He leaned in closer, his thumb stroked her sensible lips. “Perhaps I should get rid of the werewolf now…”

“Perhaps WHAT?” She flinched away from him.

He arched an eyebrow. “Well, our agreement was that he should stay here until you get better. Now you are.”

“He is my only friend!” She knew Remus had to leave, eventually. The Order needed him. But she couldn’t loose him now! Not when she was finally feeling like herself.

He smiled cruelly. “Deal with it.”

She pushed him away and stormed toward Remus’ room. Remus looked surprised when she stormed in and threw herself around his neck.

“I don’t want you to leave!” she said and pressed her head against his chest.

Remus embraced her. She heard Voldemort enter the room behind her.

Remus sighed. “I don’t want to leave you either, Hermione, but you know I have to.”

“I know…,” Hermione mumbled. “But I’m finally feeling like myself again. Can’t you stay for the night at least?” She looked up at him with pleading eyes.

He sighed again and looked at her husband. Voldemort came up to them and placed his hands at her hips.

“I guess you want to sleep with him as well,” he muttered. Since the day Remus came to her, Hermione had fallen asleep in his arms every night. She needed the safety and the comfort that he offered.

“Yes please,” she said.

Voldemort’s fingers dug into her hips. “Whom are you married too?”

Remus let go of her. Hermione closed her eyes.

“You,” she whispered.

Voldemort placed his arms around her stomach. “With whom should you be sleeping with?”

“You.”

“Then why do you need another man?” His voice was calm, but they both knew he already knew the answer.

“Because I hate you and love him.” She did love Remus as a friend. There were times when she wondered if there could have ever been something more between them, but he had always been a gentleman with her.

“Well I don’t want to sleep with a fat person anyway,” he muttered and pushed her away from him.

Hermione blushed angrily at his remark. Although, she was surprised that he hadn’t made a rude comment all those times he found her eating cookies. The remark stung a little but she had to remember that this was Voldemort and she hated him anyway. Earlier this morning, she noticed that her tummy was a little bigger and her face a bit rounder. But she hadn’t thought that anyone else noticed. Perhaps Voldemort was just being… well, Voldemort!

Voldemort left Remus’ room. A moment later, she could hear another door open and shut. He had left their room as well.

“You are not fat,” Remus said and embraced her again.

Hermione took a deep breath. “No, I know… But I think better stop eating all those sweets.”

Remus led her back to her bedroom. They sat down on the couch. “Well, it’s not like sweets will do you any good anyway. They will just destroy your teeth.”

“Not if you brush twice a day,” Hermione said. Her parents had been dentist, but it hadn’t stopped them from eating candy once in a while. Everything in moderation they always told her.

As Remus prepared a chessboard for a match he said, “You know I love you, right?”

“I know.”

“If I could take you out from here, I would.”

“I know.” Hermione moved her pawn over the chessboard. “I would leave if I could.”

They played for almost an hour before Remus declared it was time for their evening workout. Hermione was dead tired by then, and she almost fell asleep during the stretching exercises. Remus carried her to her bed.

“You made great progress today,” he said. “You found motivation. It isn’t strange that you are tired.”

“I just wanted to spend more time with you,” Hermione whispered.

“I know… I will make sure to say good-bye to you before your husband tosses me out tomorrow.”

She smiled and fell asleep the moment his arms came around her.

xxx

Voldemort stared at the man and the woman sleeping in his bed. HIS wife, sleeping in HIS bed with another man. Didn’t they have any sense of dignity?

He sat on his couch, reading what the girl found out about the Cup. However, his eyes kept wandering to the bed. It was not like he wanted to be in the werewolf’s position. He couldn’t see where the girl started and the werewolf ended. Voldemort had always despised that kind of intimacy. Still… It wasn’t right! Just because she had been a little depressed lately.

The girl mumbled something in her sleep. Voldemort rose from the sofa and walked to the bed. The werewolf slowly opened his eyes and looked at him. The Dark Lord pressed his lips together. A little smile played at the corner of Remus’ lips. The werewolf shifted a little and rearranged the girl in his arms. She smiled in her sleep. Although she couldn’t see him, he smiled at her and stroked her hair away from her face. Then he looked at Voldemort again with a raised eyebrow.

Voldemort seldom accepted challenges from others. He usually laughed when people were stupid enough to let a silly challenge make them do stupid things. But this werewolf was questioning his ability to take care of his own wife! Just because he didn’t want to be married to the little minx, didn’t mean he couldn’t deal with her.

With a quick move, he deposited his robe to the floor and crawled into bed. The werewolf smirked as Voldemort placed his arms around her body. She mumbled something again before she made herself comfortable in his arms. Voldemort smiled in triumph. The werewolf rolled his eyes before he closed them, sleep claiming him again.

Voldemort spent the rest of the night planning the other man’s death.

xxx

Hermione wasn’t really awake, neither was she really asleep. She was in that state between sleep and wakefulness. It was too hot. Perhaps it was because she was sandwiched between two other bodies. Was she still dreaming? She had dreamt about being with two men sexually before. Perhaps this was just one of those dreams. Because, let’s face it, she didn’t know two men she liked enough to enjoy a threesome with. Voldemort would never share her with anyone. This had to be a dream. She wanted to enjoy this dream so she didn’t open her eyes.

The man to her left was spooned against her. She could feel his naked form along her back. Nice… The man to her right was breathing against her forehead. She could feel that he was dressed. Her hand was on his back and he was wearing a shirt and boxers. She was wearing clothes too, a long nightgown. Why was she wearing that when she would be so much more comfortable naked? Without disturbing the men, she tried to wriggle the nightgown off. It was very difficult because both men had their arms around her.

Before she realised what was happening, the man behind her stopped her.

“What are you doing?” he hissed in a low voice.

How funny… he sounded just like Voldemort. But she would never have a dream about Voldemort. She didn’t even like him! Unless…

Her eyes flew open and found herself staring into Remus’ chocolate brown eyes. ‘Oh…,’ she thought. She hadn’t seen that one coming. She blushed so furiously that she was certain her toes were flushed. Thankfully, Voldemort turned her around at the same moment. His eyes narrowed when he saw her guilty eyes. She bit her lip, wondering what he knew.

In one swift movement he pulled her further away from Remus and rolled on top of her. Before she realised what he was about to do, he broke into her mind. It only took him a moment to find what she had been thinking of.

Hermione closed her eyes when he withdrew from her mind. She didn’t know what he was doing, but when he fell down on her with a groan she realised he had tried to hit her.

“So you don’t think I’m enough?” he hissed into her ear.

“Of course you are,” she hissed back. “It was only a stupid dream.”

He rolled off her. “Say good-bye to your friend, girl. I will take care of the transportation.”

Hermione sat up and saw him leave the room. Some how he managed to dress in just a moment’s time. She turned back toward Remus.

“What just happened?” he asked with a concerned look.

Hermione sighed. “He is just… jealous.”

Remus arched an eyebrow. “Of me?”

She shrugged. “I think you’ll have to leave now.”

Remus took her hand. “Do you think you will manage now?”

“With being married?” she asked with a sneer. “Never. We will find a way to kill each other in the end.”

The werewolf smiled sadly. “Then I’ll hope you’ll be the one to find the way first.”

“Of course I will,” she said without any confidence.

Remus rose from the bed and threw on his robe. Hermione rose too. There was so much she wanted to ask him, about the Order and her friends. But she had prevented herself from asking on the chance that Voldemort was listing. But now…

“How is Harry?” she whispered. She had to know. She couldn’t let him leave without knowing.

Remus focused very hard on the last couple of buttons on his robe before he answered. “Not so good. He is blaming himself.”

“Could you… not tell him about this?” she asked. “Can’t you say that my husband was just being nice?”

Remus frowned. “Hermione… he mentally tortured you into a breakdown.”

Hermione hugged herself. “I… it’s not Harry’s fault I’m weak.”

Remus hugged her. “You are not weak, Hermione. You have recovered very fast. Faster than most would.”

“I know. So there is no reason to worry Harry even more.”

He sighed. “I’ll have to tell Dumbledore.”

Hermione nodded, but before she could say anything else, Voldemort returned to the room. He gripped her shoulder and pulled her away from Remus before he threw him his wand.

“The Anti-Apparition-ward is temporary off. Get out before I change my mind.”

With a last look at Hermione, Remus Apparated. However, Voldemort didn’t let go of her shoulder.

“If I wasn’t forced to protect you, I would let Crabbe and Goyle show you what a threesome can be like,” he angrily muttered.

Hermione shivered at the thought. “I said that it was just a stupid dream. Everyone has sexual dreams sometimes!”

He huffed. Hermione broke loose from him. She hoped Dumbledore would tell Remus not to tell Harry…. He had enough to worry about as it was. Hmm… speaking of Dumbledore.

“Have I received my N.E.W.T.’s yet?” she asked and looked at him.

He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Yes, I think you have.”

“You think?”

“Yes. I think I saw it before we left for Finland, but I haven’t had time to look at it yet. Ask that House-Elf to bring us some breakfast.” He left again.

Even if she was sad Remus left, she couldn’t help but feel excited. She asked Lolly for their regular breakfast and the Elf was back with it before Voldemort returned. He was carrying a bunch of letters.

Hermione held out her hand, but he just looked at it before he made the letters disappear. Hermione stared at him in disbelief.

“What?” he asked and sat down on the sofa. “Did you think I would give them too you? I’m still angry with you.”

They ate in silence. Hermione became angrier with every minute that went by. When they finished eating, she left him to take a shower, hoping to use the time to calm down. However, when she was done, she hadn’t been successful. She stepped into the room again dressed in only a towel. He was sitting on the sofa, reading.

“It’s not like I can control my dreams,” she said angrily.

He looked up slowly. “And?”

“What do you want me to say?” she asked. “I’m sorry I didn’t dream of you?”

He huffed and looked down at the book again.

“Merlin! You are acting like a child! Just let me read my letters!”

He rose from the couch, trying to intimidate her with his greater height. “Why don’t you just dream about them?”

She growled. He started to walk past her. When he was right next to her, she pushed him down into the armchair.

“Did I hurt your sensitive male ego, or what?” she yelled.

He looked surprised. “Why are you so angry?”

“Why are you so childish?” She had no idea why she was so angry. Perhaps she was still a bit unstable. But he wasn’t helping, that was for sure. She wanted to hit him so hard…

She careened back from an explosion. The armchair Voldemort had been sitting in burst into flames. It took him a moment to realise that his clothes were on fire. He screamed and jumped up. The fire suddenly froze. Voldemort took a couple of deep breaths before he pulled out his wand and made the flames go away. Hermione watched the scene before her with her mouth wide open.

“I…,” she said when Voldemort turned toward her again with an angry look on his face. “I didn’t mean…”

“Oh, so you didn’t mean to almost kill me?” She realised he was still scared. Well, she was a little scared herself. When she was young she had inadvertently done wandless magic, but never since she began Hogwarts.

She bit her lip. “I think I meant to kill you.”

His eyes widened and he stared at her silently for a couple of moments. Then he snapped out of it.

“Fine,” he hissed. “I didn’t want to do this but you don’t give me much choice.”

“Do what?”

He walked toward the door and before exiting, he turned to her and said, “I’m going to give you a potion to block your magic.”

xxx

Dumbledore was very surprised when he opened the door to his office and found Remus Lupin standing outside. He had been gone for almost three weeks and they all assumed he had been taken by Voldemort. However, here he was and apparently as healthy as ever. Dumbledore became suspicious.

“When was your first detention?” Dumbledore asked with narrowed eyes.

Remus smiled sadly. “In February during my first year. Sirius had finally found the way into the kitchens and James was already on detention, so Sirius enlisted my help to steal some food. Professor Robinson was the one who caught us.”

Dumbledore nodded and let the man in. “We almost lost hope of ever seeing you again.”

“I’m sorry I worried you,” Remus said and sat down in the armchair. “I wasn’t allowed to notify you.”

Dumbledore sat down behind his desk and offered some breakfast. He let Remus eat a sandwich before he started to question him about his whereabouts.

He was very fascinated with Remus’ story. He was most fascinated with was the fact that Voldemort had “kidnapped” him all alone, without the aide of his cohorts. He clearly didn’t want anyone to know that he was helping his wife. Dumbledore could think of a theory or two as to why Voldemort would do something like that.

When the postcard from Hermione arrived, he knew that she had taken off the necklace. He had been a little worried about what Voldemort would do if he found out his wife had double-crossed him. Without the help of the necklace, Hermione would be very vulnerable. Thankfully, she was a strong girl in her own right.

“Poor girl,” Dumbledore sighed.

Remus nodded. “Yes. He was very angry with her this morning.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know… I think he was jealous.”

“Really?” Dumbledore found this very interesting. Voldemort was actually feeling something for his wife. Perhaps it was just possessiveness… “Did any of them let anything slip while you were there?”

Remus shook his head. “No. Voldemort wasn’t there often and… well, until yesterday Hermione didn’t really care about anything.”

“What changed?”

“I… I’m not sure. Voldemort came in and threw me out. The next thing I know, Hermione runs to me and tell me not to leave. Whatever he did or said must have made her snap out of her depression.”

“How peculiar…”

“Very.”

Dumbledore noticed how a blush crept up on Remus’ cheeks. “Is there something else?”

“Well, I don’t really know if it has anything to do with anything… but there was a very strong tension between them.”

“Tension?” Dumbledore asked interested.

“Yes, a sexual tension,” Remus said slowly. “I don’t think he likes her. Nonetheless, he looked ready to just… take her. And I don’t think she would have minded.”

Dumbledore shifted uncomfortably in his chair. After seeing the photo Harry showed him, Dumbledore didn’t think Hermione would ever be able to stand Voldemort in any way. Perhaps he underestimated Voldemort. Perhaps he underestimated her.
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