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Death Row	By : SalazarRaphael Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 9046 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I make no money from this fic.

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A/N- Ho boy. Lots of things happening in this one. Lots of revelations along one theme. Also, I chose not to reveal what the concept of "magic overload" is within the story because I was sorting it out. Chapter 9 will not reveal it either, so I'm choosing to explain it here. Voldemort had all of his magic "removed" and was unable to access it. Hermione unconciously pushed more magic into him as the Muses reactivated his magic. His body, being something that was created and was not his natural form, could not sustain the power of the magic that returned. Consequently, his body is shutting down.

Voldemort and Hermione returned upstairs after grabbing a late night snack from the kitchen. They ate and then Hermione pulled him to the bed, “I’m glad you’re alive, Voldemort.”

            “I am too,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her. “Let’s see how that Nymph part of you comes out,” they removed their clothes and fell into the bed together, kissing hungrily.



            Melpomene was right; now that Hermione knew she was a Nymph she was aware of her powers, feeding him their combined sexual energy. “I could feel my body doing it that time,” she said, panting against him.

            “I noticed,” he said, closing his eyes. “Do you still want to be with me? Now that I’m alive and not going to be executed?”

            “Yes,” she laid her head on his chest, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” he whispered.

            “I never thought Lord Voldemort could love.”

            “Ahh so the propaganda worked. Well I can.”

            “Have you before?”

            “I’m surprised we didn’t talk about this already.”

            “Just answer my question, Voldemort.”

            “Not romantically. But I have felt…before. For someone. Don’t bother asking for whom; I won’t answer that. I would prefer to have some secrets from you.”

            Hermione smiled and nodded, “Do you ever think we’re still a mystery to one another?”

            “Adds to the allure,” he shrugged.

            “Maybe in your own eyes; I’m not a murderer who wants power and immortality.”

            Voldemort smirked, “That’s true. But it’s more fun this way. If I told you everything you would become quite bored with me.”

            “Could’ve put this in the book.”

            “Now where would the fun in that be?” Hermione got up from the bed, pulling on her underwear and then the clothes she had worn. “Where are you going?”

            “My life has gone from complicated and weird to incredibly bizarre and strange. I want to know why. Don’t you?”

            “I’m still enjoying being alive instead of dead,” he shrugged.

            “At least the selfish and self-involved thing is still true,” she sighed. He was so confusing sometimes.

            Hermione walked downstairs to find Melpomene waiting for her. “Okay, what the fuck is going on?” Melpomene just smirked at her. Hermione was starting to get annoyed. Her life had been turned upside down twice in the past 24 hours. “Tell me!”

            “We don’t know. We never deal with mortal affairs.”

            “Why would you tell me my mother’s a Nymph and then just clam up?! I want to know.”

            “Your life is constantly shifting in major ways. First you learn you’re a witch, then you seek to understand Voldemort and end up falling in love with him, you become pregnant with his child and are prepared to watch him die…he survives and your relationship changes significantly. You weren’t expecting to still be with him.”

            “You’re saying I don’t want to be with Voldemort?”

            “Yes that’s what I’m saying,” she nodded and sat down, “you’re afraid of him.”

            “No I’m not.”

            “You serve no purpose in lying to me.”

            Hermione bit her lip. “Maybe I am a bit afraid of him. He’s always been guarded. I…I found that being sexually available to him made him…more open. More honest.”

            “And you’re not pregnant.”

            “No I’m not,” she sighed. “I didn’t think he would know the difference. I wanted him to feel more at ease with his fate.”

            “Do you love him?”

            “Of course not,” Hermione held her head in her hands, “I know who he is, what he’s done and can do…”

            “Why did you help to give him back his powers? We both know that you did not have to do that.”

            Hermione sighed. “I could consider that my first mistake. He has power now. I am no longer the dominant one in the relationship. Had he died, my life would have been much simpler.”

            “He took your virginity?”

            “No he didn’t,” she sighed, “I gave that to someone else.”

            “You have a lover?”

            “Besides Voldemort? Yes.”

            “A younger man, good looking and intelligent?”

            “Are you going to guess his name next,” Hermione tilted her head, licking her lip. “He is okay with this situation.”

            “He’s guarding your parents?”

            “Yes. But I haven’t yet been able to contact him since this morning. I’m sure he’s concerned.”

            “We can get you to him, if you wish.”

            “He’s in England,” she said.

            “Manipulating a manipulator,” Melpomene smiled, “I’m impressed with you.”

            “You didn’t tell him that Nymphs are manipulators or use their bodies to get what they want. You understand that he’s arrogant enough to not know that?”

            “How do you intend to escape his hold? You can’t return to England.”

            Hermione nodded, “I’ll figure something out.”

            “You knew England would botch this.”

            “I did.”

            “Why?”

            “Because they’ll do whatever Harry wants with no cares as to how lawbreakers and murderers should actually be punished. He can’t be punished for his crimes in England, but he’s committed crimes elsewhere. I detailed them in the book.”

            “If you testify he will be locked up,” Delacroix said. “You’re very cunning, Miss Granger.”

            “Thank you,” she nodded at him, “I need to go back upstairs soon or else he’ll wonder.”

            “He will be furious about the child.”

            “I know. I can deal with him, though. He loves me; hurting me isn’t possible for him. Especially while he thinks I’m pregnant.”

            “You’re an Occlumens, aren’t you? You’d have to be now.”

            “Yes I am,” she nodded. “He doesn’t know that.” She turned to the Muse, “I want to see my…cohort tomorrow. Could you arrange something so that I can?”

            “I can. I just need his name and location.” Hermione nodded and wrote it down for her. “I will take care of the arrangements. Enjoy your evening,” she watched Hermione leave. “That is a very brave and courageous woman.”

            “Hopefully he doesn’t learn what she’s up to,” Delacroix nodded.

            It wasn’t until Hermione was almost asleep that she realized Melpomene never answered her question. Exhaustion claimed her, however, preventing any thought on the issue. When she woke the next morning Voldemort was stirring, his arm slung over her body. She sighed and turned against him, “Voldemort? Are you awake?”

            He mumbled something incoherent, causing Hermione to turn him over and look at him. He seemed…different. Something was off. It was almost like he was sick. “Are you okay?” She placed her hand on his head. He was burning up. Something was very, very wrong with him. She hurried to get the others.

            “Magic overload. He went from nothing to too much. His body can’t handle it.”

            “Will he be okay?”

            Melpomene frowned, “That is debatable. Magic overload…it is difficult to explain.”

            Voldemort gripped Hermione’s arm in fear, his grip so tight she winced in pain. She turned to look at him. He seemed terrified. She could see it in his eyes. She wasn’t surprised. He was terrified of death. “Will he die?”

            “Possibly,” Delacroix said. “When a person has magic overload they don’t…they can’t expel it. Only a succubus would be able to help him, and there are no known succubi in the world at present.” Pizana and the other delegates bowed their heads and asked Hermione to join them out in the hall.

            “I’ll be right back,” she told him, caressing his cheek. He nodded, still unable to speak.
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