Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

The Dragon Chronicles	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I do not make money from this.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Happy Tomione Day! If you have no idea what I’m talking about, hurry over to Tumblr and check out all the photo edits, new stories, updated stories, drabbles and so on! Just search Tomione Day.
Tumblr is also where you’ll find my review replies. I’ve caught up with my responses again, so if you left a review for both chapter six and seven, you’ll probably have two review replies on my tumblr site: theladymiya.tumblr.com
I want to thank everyone who took their time to read, fav, follow and, most of all, review. It’s the only payment I get for posting this story so thank you so much!
Now, enjoy!
Chapter 8
Exhaustion made Hermione sleep soundly until the sun rose so high in the sky that it shone through the window above the bed, right into her face. She slowly opened her eyes, worried about what she would find next to her in bed.
Voldemort was already awake, lying on the other side of the bed, staring at the ceiling. When he felt her looking, he turned towards her.
“Good morning,” he said. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to wake up.”
She sat up slowly. “What time is it?”
“Almost noon. I thought, since it’s Saturday, you could sleep in. However, you do have a staff meeting in an hour, so I suggest you get ready.”
Dread settled deep in her chest at the thought of seeing her old teachers, McGonagall in particular. What would they think when they saw her? That she had turned to Voldemort’s side?
“First, I have something for you,” Voldemort interrupted her thoughts and summoned a small black box from the nightstand.
He opened it and withdrew a ring in gold.
She snorted. “A snake? You really do like clichés.”
He didn’t answer, just smiled and took her left hand, sliding the ring down her finger.
When it reached the base of the finger, it grew hot and she flinched when it felt like two tiny needles piercing her finger. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the snake had indeed bitten her. A drop of blood rose from the wound and was absorbed by the snake. The engraved zigzag markings on its back turned from gold to red.
“I wouldn’t want you to lose it,” Voldemort explained smugly.
Hermione tried to wriggle the ring a little, but it just made her finger ache. She sighed. Well, she had suspected that he would do something like this. At least it wasn’t a tattoo.
“Are you going to wear a wedding ring?” she asked.
“I’m not much for jewellery,” Voldemort said. “Now, go and take a shower.”
Happy for the opportunity to leave his side, she went to the bathroom. It was a good thing that she had been too exhausted to dream the erotic dreams about him. Hopefully, she would have so much to think about with the school that she wouldn’t have the time to have any.
Because she would have a lot to do. Now when she had convinced Voldemort to let her be Headmistress, she was faced with the problem of running the school. She didn’t know the first thing about being a Headmistress. She hadn’t even finished her final year!
It was a good thing that everyone from her year had already graduated a few months ago. The new school year had just started, so it wouldn’t disrupt the classes too much to have a change of personnel.
She suspected Voldemort only wanted to use her as a figurehead, but she planned to learn how to do the job. She needed to get at least McGonagall on her side, though. The deputy could teach her what she needed to know.
After the shower, she found new robes hanging in the closet. Voldemort must have got them for her during the night, because they were in her size.
She chose a dark red robe, in hopes of signalling that she was still allied to her old friends in Gryffindor.
Voldemort scoffed when he saw her, clearly knowing her intention. But he didn’t comment on it, just gestured for her to sit down and eat on the armchair opposite for him.
“I want to fire your Death Eaters,” Hermione said and took in the breakfast tray that a house-elf had brought to them. Her belly rumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten in almost a full day.
“Do you now,” Voldemort commented, his face unreadable as he sipped his tea.
“Yes. We both want well-educated students, and from what I hear, they are not qualified to teach.”
“Where would you hear something like that?” he asked, but looked more amused than anything.
“I have my sources,” Hermione just said, thinking about the portrait of Headmaster Black as well as Snape.
“And who do you plan to hire when the school year has already begun?” Voldemort asked.
“Since I know we won’t come to an agreement on how Muggle Studies should be taught, I was thinking about removing it from the curriculum altogether. And then, I was thinking that we would find someone we can both agree on for Defence Against the Dark Arts,” she said.
“Who did you have in mind?”
“Draco Malfoy,” she replied, finally starting to dig in on her breakfast. After what she had seen yesterday, it was amazing that she had any appetite at all.
“I thought you said you didn’t want any Death Eaters teaching?” Voldemort asked, clearly surprised.
“I don’t want incompetent Death Eater teaching,” she clarified.
“And you think someone who just graduated are more competent?” a half-smile was playing at the corner of his mouth.
“I know Malfoy, he is more competent than the Carrows. And I plan to give him a curriculum to follow,” Hermione said casually.
“Why on earth would you want to work with Draco?” Voldemort was watching her intensely.
Hermione took a moment to consider her words. The truth was that she wanted Malfoy because of what had happened with she was captured. He had pretended not to recognise them at first, even though it was clear he did. And then, when she was tortured, he had looked sick with guilt.
She planned on using that guilt to make him do what she wanted. It wouldn’t work with any other Death Eaters, and, despite everything, Malfoy had always been good at school, always just a few points behind her.
“Because he is a skilled wizard, and I rather put that to use here, than let you use him for some Death Eater-errands,” she finally said.
Voldemort leant back, looking thoughtful.
“Very well. Malfoy will be able to teach them the Dark Arts,” he finally said.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “No.”
“The students have already learned some, and they will continue with it,” he said. “How do you expect them to defend against something they know nothing about?”
Hermione straightened her back. “Fine, they can learn the theory behind it and see demonstrations. But they will not practice it on each other. If a student is caught practising the Dark Arts, they’ll be punished.”
After all, she knew a fair bit of Dark Arts in theory, and she had turned out okay. She just wanted the students to be safe.
“If they are caught, they should be punished,” Voldemort said with a smile, then finally getting up. “The other teachers will be in the staff room when you are ready. I will take the opportunity to fire the Carrows and collect Draco.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks,” she said, surprised that he would actually do it. She had figured he wanted to see her go through with it. No doubt would the Carrows try to curse her. It would be a blow to their ego, being fired by a Muggle-born. She was a bit disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to see the look on their face. Maybe that was what Voldemort wanted to prevent?
She forced herself to finish the toast and tea, before getting up. It was time.
The closer she came to the staff room, the more nervous she became. She passed a few students on the way there, and they all stopped and stared wide-eyed at her. She ignored them. At least she had a lot of practice doing that after spending all those years with Harry.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to the staff room and entered.
All her old teachers were sitting or standing in there, going silent the moment she came in. They all stared at her with different degrees of shock on their faces.
Professor Flitwick was constantly looking up and down her body, as if he didn’t really believe it was her. Professor Slughorn was wide-eyed, but tried to offer up a small smile. Professor Vector was shifting in her seat, looking back and forth from Hermione to the other teachers.
The one that caught Hermione’s eyes though, was Professor McGonagall.
Her old favourite teacher was standing stiffly in the middle of the room, arms crossed, her lips as tightly pressed together as Hermione had ever seen them.
Hermione slowly closed the door behind her, and tried to not quiver under their stares. “Er... hi. As you may have heard, I have taken over as Headmistress.”
“Yes, your .... husband, informed us,” McGonagall said, speaking the word ‘husband’ as if it were an accusation. Her eyes moved down to her left hand, and Hermione had to make an effort not to hide her ring finger behind her back.
Hermione swallowed, but took a step forward. “Yes. I ... I was captured. You-Know-Who and I made a deal. I will take over the school and make sure the students make it through the war unharmed.”
When they – McGonagall in particular – continued to watch her with suspicious eyes, Hermione continued. “He has agreed to fire the Carrows. In exchange, Muggle Studies will no longer be taught and ... the Dark Arts will only be taught in theory. The focus will be on defence. If a student uses Dark Arts, they will be punished.”
“Miss Granger,” McGonagall said slowly, clearly making an effort not to yell. “You are just a student yourself. How could you possibly be expected to run this school?”
“I was hoping you would agree to teach me,” Hermione said, trying not to squirm or cry. She really hated making McGonagall disappointed and angry. “I just couldn’t ... when I heard what Snape had done with the school, I couldn’t just sit by.”
McGonagall’s gaze softened a bit and she took a deep breath.
“Where is Professor Snape?” Flitwick asked in his high voice.
“Dead,” Hermione said, forcing herself not to think about Snape’s head being spat on the floor.
The teachers looked at each other, in surprise and, in some cases, relief. Clearly, Snape hadn’t become more popular among his colleagues after advancing to Headmaster.
“Who are going to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts?” Professor Sinistra asked.
“My husband and I actually managed to agree on—”
“Draco Malfoy,” Voldemort interrupted her.
Hermione flinched and turned around, watching her husband enter the staff room. He walked up to her and, to her great horror, he leant in and kissed her on the top of her head.
It was a display of power. Hermione could hear the teachers behind her gasping quietly.
“What are you doing here?” Hermione asked in a low voice, her cheek flaming red in embarrassment and anger. Of course he would try to turn the teachers against her.
“You pointed out that I am the one who has the true control over Hogwarts, dear,” he reminded her with a smile. “I decided to become more involved.”
She scowled at him. “Fine. Sit down then.”
He smiled at her and sat down in one of the empty armchairs, ignoring that most of the teachers inched away from him. His full attention was on her.
She cleared her throat, inspiration striking her. “Yes, like I was saying. Draco Malfoy will be the new Defence Against the Dark Art’s teacher and apparently … Professor Riddle has decided to help me out.”
She dared to glance at Voldemort again, and now he wasn’t looking amused anymore. Well, he only had himself to blame. She had to call him something and because of the Taboo, it wasn’t like she could call him Professor Voldemort. He should be thankful she wasn’t calling him Mr Riddle.
“Otherwise, I’d like for you just to go back and teach the student like you taught me,” Hermione continued, focusing on the other teachers. “I know that you all are very talented and competent and I trust that you know what you are doing.”
“What about the new rules Professor Snape instated regarding disciplining the students?” Professor McGonagall asked.
“I will reinstate the old rules,” Hermione said quickly. “There won’t be any corporal punishment of the students. The whole reason I took this job was to keep the students safe until the end of the war.”
“It was my belief that Muggle-borns weren’t allowed to hold positions of power anymore. That they were to be prosecuted for ‘theft’ of magic,” McGonagall said, glaring at Voldemort.
“I already know where Hermione got her magic from, and it wasn’t stolen from a wizard,” Voldemort said with a smirk. “She has been cleared of the charges against her.”
This was news to her. She had known that Voldemort would have had to do something to be able to marry her in the first place, but she hadn’t thought much of how he had done it. She would have to ask him later.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, clearing her throat again. “I will address the students at supper tonight. But I guess I should talk to the Prefects before that. Professor Flitwick, do you think you could gather them here at four o’clock?”
“I’d be happy too, Miss Granger,” Flitwick said.
“Professor Granger,” Voldemort corrected him softly.
Flitwick paled, glancing from Voldemort to her.
“Forgive me, Professor Granger,” Flitwick said, looking at the ground.
Hermione glared at Voldemort for sounding so threatening. “That’s okay, I have been Miss Granger to you for years. You can all call me Hermione. I will talk to you all tomorrow when I have been able to look more closely at the state of the school.”
She nodded her dismissal and the staff room cleared out, except for Professor McGonagall and Voldemort.
“Will you excuse us for a moment, Minerva,” Voldemort said, his tone indicating that it wasn’t a request, but an order.
Professor McGonagall nodded stiffly and left the staff room, closing the door behind her.
“What?” Hermione asked when Voldemort rose, coming towards her.
“Professor Riddle?” he asked, his dark eyes gleaming threatening.
“Your other name is still a Taboo and it would just be ridiculous if they called you Professor You-Know-Who,” she reminded him, crossing her arms, standing her ground.
Voldemort put her hand on her shoulder and backed her up against the wall. She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her hands in his other hand, moving so close their noses were almost touching.
She glared into his eyes, not wanting to back down now. It was a very small victory, but she wanted to be able to get under his skin, just like he got under hers. Like right now; feeling him pressed up against her like this brought back memories of their wedding night and she loathed him for it.
“Crucio,” he whispered.
At once, it felt like her entire body was being pierced by burning needles, her lungs filled with cement and her joints lit on fire. She screamed, but his hand was covering her mouth, muffling the sound. If it weren’t for his body pressing her against the wall, she would have fallen.
It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to leave her shaky and crying.
“Remember who is really in control over this school,” he whispered into her ear. “I will not allow anyone to use that name, and if anyone dares to disrespect me, I will punish you for it. After all, you don’t want me to use corporal punishment on the students.”
He moved his hand from over her mouth and stroked her tears away.
Merlin, she hated him. She should have seen this coming. What had she got herself into?
But she met his eyes and nodded, still not trusting her voice.
He smiled and finally let go of her. “Draco should be here before four o’clock. I’ll tell him to join the Prefect meeting.”
She nodded and stumbled over to an armchair and fell down in it, her legs trembling.
“I will see you tonight, dear,” he drawled and left the staff room.
As he exited, McGonagall entered again. Hermione couldn’t stand to look at her old teacher right then and see her disapproving eyes. She stared down at the floor, willing her body to relax.
“Oh my dear girl,” McGonagall said with a sigh and came over to her, putting her hand on her shoulder. The way she used ‘dear’ was much different from Voldemort’s way. She actually sounded caring while Voldemort only sounded offending.
Hermione couldn’t stop herself: she began crying in earnest.
McGonagall leant in and hugged her, and it was so nice to finally be comforted. Hermione allowed herself to be weak for a little while, getting it out her system.
When she finally stopped crying, McGonagall withdrew, and magically pulled an armchair closer, so she could sit directly in front of Hermione.
“I heard him torturing you,” McGonagall finally said, pulling out something very familiar from inside her sleeve.
It was one of the Weasley’s Extendable Ears. Hermione couldn’t help but grin at it. The twins would be ecstatic when they heard that.
“I can’t for the life of me understand how you came to be in this position,” McGonagall continued. “But neither do I believe you actually turned to his side.”
“No, I didn’t,” Hermione said, earnestly. “I just ... it’s a long story.”
“I think it’s important that you tell someone,” McGonagall said.
Hermione sighed, but agreed. She quickly explained how she had been captured and bargained with Voldemort for her life, so she could go back to Harry and Ron. How Voldemort had tricked her into marrying him and then let her go once Harry and Ron was captured. How she had got to know Kara, saved the boys and then gone back to Voldemort.
“I would be more useful with him than with them,” Hermione explained. She couldn’t tell McGonagall the whole truth, since it couldn’t come back to Voldemort. “Hogwarts needs to be kept safe, and we can’t risk him using me to get to Harry and Ron again.”
McGonagall nodded, understanding. “I will do my best to help you. Being the Headmistress is mostly administrative work and I’m certain you can pick up on it fairly quickly. It also entails a lot of negotiation with politicians and Ministry officials, but I suspect you have that handled with You-Know-Who.”
She nodded. “Yes, that’s why I figured only I could do it.”
“What I don’t understand, though, is how you convinced You-Know-Who to agree to this in the first place. Surely he would have wanted to keep things as they were?”
Hermione swallowed. “I knew something he wanted to know.”
McGonagall studied her for a moment. “Does this have something to do with Severus’s demise?”
Hermione only nodded, hoping that McGonagall wouldn’t pry more.
Thankfully, she didn’t. “Very well, we better get started. There are some things regarding security that only the old Headmasters of Hogwarts will be able to tell you. We should go there first.”
Having recovered from the Cruciatus, Hermione was able to walk back up to the Headmaster’s – or rather, hers – office without any trouble.
“Ah, Minerva,” Dumbledore said when they entered. “How lovely to see you.”
“Likewise, Albus. I assume you and the others will want to talk to Hermione about her new responsibilities?” McGonagall asked.
Dumbledore nodded. “If you would be so kind...?”
He inclined his head towards the door, and McGonagall left after squeezing Hermione’s shoulder.
“Now then, Hermione,” Dumbledore said once the door was closed. “We have several things to cover, but the first is the initiation. During normal circumstances, it is the previous Headmaster or Headmistress that holds it, but this is hardly normal circumstances.
Hermione nodded.
“In the cupboard to your right, you will find a thick, leather bound book. Bring it to the desk,” Dumbledore instructed her.
Hermione found several things in the cupboard, including the Pensive that Harry had told her about. For now, she brought out the book, figuring that Dumbledore would tell her about the other things later.
“That book is the foundation of Hogwarts. Every time a rule is changed, it is added there. Every time a magical child is born in Britain, the name appears there. Every person who has ever worked at Hogwarts is recorded there. I’m certain you will find it a very interesting read, but for now, you are going to be sworn in on that book,” Dumbledore explained. “Open it.”
She did, and the book immediately started to move, turning the pages until it came to an empty one.
“It wants your magical signature,” Dumbledore explained. “Just put your wand at it.”
She did as ordered and saw how text started to appear on the page.
Hermione Jean Granger
Born: 1979
Headmistress 1998 - ?
Parents: Hugo Granger, Muggle and Charlotte Granger, Muggle
Spouse: Tom Marvolo Riddle, wizard and Kara, dragon

Hermione stared at the last bit. Was Kara considered her spouse? How was that possible? She was already married.
“It has to do with your magic,” Dumbledore explained when she asked out loud. “There have been a few cases of this happening before. The magical bond you entered with the dragon is similar to the old types of marriage bonds.”
That was interesting, but not something she could immediately look more into. Instead, she waited for Dumbledore to tell her what would happen next.
“The new Head of Hogwarts always put up some sort of ward around Hogwarts. It is symbolic as well as important for the continued safety of Hogwarts’s students. You don’t have to do it at once, so take a few days to research which ward you want to put up.
“Right now, it’s more important that we talk about a few things about the school. There are many things that no students know about, and a few that not even the other teachers can know about,” Dumbledore explained solemnly.
Hermione nodded in understanding. She had figured as much.
“The Pensive will be of great use in explaining the finer details. It contains memories from every Head of Hogwarts before you – all that we have decided to leave for future generations. And, of course, we as portraits will always be here for you to consult.
“But, at the end of the day, you are the one who has to decide what is right for Hogwarts. Only you will be accountable if something were to happen.”
Hermione nodded again, wishing she had had more time to prepare for this. She hated starting something without proper preparation. Alas, ever since her marriage to Voldemort, she had had to do things more impulsively.
“First, we will teach you how to access the wards of Hogwarts. Then, Minerva will come and teach you some of the administrative work. Usually, the new Headmistress has the whole summer to learn all of this. Alas, you will have to do with less time.”
Hermione sighed. “Yes, this is hardly optimal.”
Dumbledore smiled kindly. “If anyone can do it, it’s you, Professor Granger.”
Hermione smiled, flattered that he had such confidence in her.
“I believe, the first information you’ll find useful is that as the Headmistress, you are able to alter the construction of Hogwarts as you see fit.”
Hermione arched an eyebrow in surprise. “In what way?”
“As the Head of the school we always have to create the best learning environment. Most of the constructions of Hogwarts are more or less constant. Like, the classrooms. If a classroom isn’t needed one semester, then we just don’t use it. However, sometimes, there has been a need for a whole new classroom design. As the Headmistress, you can create this where you see fit.
“When we hid the Philosopher’s stone at Hogwarts, you may have noticed that the corridor on the third floor looked a lot more different than it does nowadays.”
Hermione nodded, remembering the huge space that would have been needed to fit all the challenges. She had never really thought about what had happened to those rooms when the stone had been destroyed.
“I removed them from Hogwarts that summer,” Dumbledore admitted. “Most of the major alterations in Hogwarts’s construction occurs when it’s vacant. It would be unfortunate if anyone were still in the room when it suddenly disappeared.”
Hermione frowned, considering something. “This sounds like the Room of Requirements, sir.”
“Indeed. The Room of Requirements is the foundation of the spell that makes these changes possible. The Founders created Hogwarts from that room. As you may know, the castle was built like just a normal castle, much like most wizard homes. Like those, they could just have added a building, or maybe transfigure the space, but the Founders wanted something more potent. Something that would take into consideration the ever-changing needs of the school’s inhabitants.
“They created the room in the castle, and from there, they turned Hogwarts into the fascinating place it is today. While anyone with a great sense of need can use the Room of Requirements, only you can harness its power over the rest of the school.”
It was so brilliant and simple that Hermione couldn’t understand why she hadn’t seen it earlier. The corridors that sometimes disappeared, the constant expansion of the library each year.
“So, it’s the Headmasters that have added the secret corridors and rooms?” Hermione asked, thinking of all she had used during her days as a student.
“Yes. However, I doubt they were kept a secret for the sake of it. Most were added of convenience and then simply forgotten. I remember my predecessor telling me an amusing story about the Headmaster before him, who had created a room where he could keep his pet Erumpent, and the troubles that erupted when it got away and started blasting holes in the walls and paintings.”
Hermione snorted, picturing a Hagrid-like Headmaster running after the rhino-like animal as students ran for cover.
“That said, it’s also advised for the Head to have a magical animal companion. You see, there are many things we humans fail to pick up. Even normal animals have been known to warn their masters of earthquakes and other natural disasters. I have even read about Muggles being able to train dogs to smell cancer and other diseases before any other test are able to pick it up. Magical animals can be handy to have around.”
“Kara,” Hermione said. She hadn’t expected how much she would miss the dragon, but she really did. Being away from him almost felt like a part of her was missing. She missed him more than she did Harry or Ron.
Dumbledore nodded. “You may consider bringing your friend to Hogwarts. He would be a great ally.”
Hermione sighed. “I can’t. He as a job to do.”
Dumbledore didn’t press on information, but Hermione got a feeling he understood what Kara was doing for her.
“Maybe someday if in the future,” he just said.
Hermione nodded, desperately hoping to see her dragon soon again.
- 7
- 8
- 9
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Dragon Chronicles