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The Plague	By : QueenRuby Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 18282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: I have one person going over my work but we still can’t catch everything. Read at your own risk. Also thanks for the reviews *Blushes* They are great.

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Chapter 9

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“What is happening to her?” Rabastan asked he opened doors for Voldemort who was carrying an unconscious Hermione.

“Dumbledore is using a spell that will force her magic to bring her to him. Since she is warded in here and can’t leave her magic is killing.” Voldemort said laying her on her bed. “I need a strong pain killer for her. I have to break all her bindings now and she has to be lucid to do that. Right now I have her under stasis and that is all that is saving her but it wont last long.”

Rabastan nodded and ran out coming back shortly with three bottles, one was a deep purple, one was a dark pink and the final one was black. Voldemort glared at him and he just smiled. “Purple for pain, pink is a aphrodisiac and the black is a poison. If she refuses it is to ease her passing.”

“We will not need the last one now leave.” Voldemort ordered with a final glare at the healer who left quickly. He quickly poured the pain potion into her mouth and massaged her throat to force her to swallow it. Grabbing the pink potion he vanished both of their clothes if she agreed there would be no time for foreplay this time. Crawling into the bed he gathered her into his arms and canceled the stasis spell.

“Hermione, you need to focus threw the pain. Can you do that?” He asked looking into her glassy eyes. At her nod he continued, “we have to break the binding to save your life. Do you Hermione Granger willingly bind your self to me?”

“Yes.” She managed to hiss out before having to swallow the pain down again. “Do you Tom Riddle willingly bind yourself to me?” she asked not about to let this be a one way street.

He glared at her for just a second before she started to shake and he knew time was running out. “Yes you annoying woman.” He growled before he downed half the pink bottle then held the other half to her lips. “As much as I would to take hours to get to know your body better I’m afraid we don’t have that kind of time, Wife. Drink.”

She did as she was told. Between the potion and her magic ripping at her, she didn’t feel him cutting her palm, she barley heard him chanting in her ear, and she was only semi aware of him thrusting into her. The sudden release of all the spells and binding coupled on top of the minor orgasm that he had coached out of her body was enough to send her back into darkness as she passed out once more.

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Safe and protected were not feelings Hermione was use to waking up feeling but today she did. That was until her mind fully engaged and she felt how sore she was over her entire body. ‘oh my god who the hell ran me over.’

“No one ran you over, dear.” Voldemort said into her ear. “It is left over from almost being killed by the-old-pervert-who-secretly-lust-after-Potter’s-ass. That and what we did to finely break his hold on you.”

Hermione who was still laying on her stomach with her head turned away from him and eye shut tight groaned again as she felt him lean over her and hold something in front of her face. Ignoring his soft chuckle at her she peeked with one eye to see what he was offering her, Her hand darted out and snatched the purple bottle from him as if it was a manna from heaven. As relief flooded through her she finely rolled over to face him with the meanest glare she could come up with. “Stay out of my head.”

“That is kind of hard to do Hermione, it seems the fates had more planed for us the just a simple marriage binding. Look at your left wrist wife.” He said before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her over like she weight nothing at all. Once he had her sitting between his legs, leaning back against his chest, and her head tucked under his he pulled her left wrist up so she could look at it. With both his and her left wrist up where they could see it and palm facing them she could see it. There binding mark staring them in the face clear as day on both wrist.

“The Ouroboros,” Hermione whispered, “fitting for how obsessed with snakes you are.”

“So your going to ignore everything else it means and focus on it being a snake.” Voldemort grumbled.

“Yep,” Hermione turning her head to smile at him. “I mean it works great for my husband why not me? He’s well known for picking and choosing what he wants to believe. Maybe you’ve heard of him?”

“I would hate to Crucio my new bride with in hours of being married, but she is annoying little chit that like to push my buttons. Perhaps you know her?” He said raising en eyebrow at her.

“No, not sure I have, but she sounds like someone I would like.” Anything else Hermione might have said was cut off by his demanding kiss.

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“Do you think he was able to save her?” Lucius asked shooting glares at the door his Lord had taken Hermione hours before.

“Why Lu we never thought you would care.” Rabastan teased.

“I Do not care about the Mudblood one way or another.” He flinched as if expecting someone to curse him for calling her that before he relaxed. “But even I have to admit that he has been happier having someone who can follow his logic. Plus those two together would be the power to back. They will rule the world one way or another.”

“Exactly, It will be her that keeps him grounded enough that he wont kill all his followers for sneezing wrong.” Severus interjected as he was once again flipping threw the genealogy book. “Matter of fact since we have come here the only time any of us have been punished has been when it has been against her.”

“True,” Rabastan frowned, “which worries me. People like my brother and deceased sister-in-law will not welcome her no matter how powerful she is. They will try to kill her to keep their Lord Pure and if she dies he will probably destroy the world.”

“Maybe we should make it our mission to protect our Dark Lady.” Severus stopped there not saying anything else as he had come to the last page of the book. It had been blank before but now it was filled it and what he saw amazed even him. He motioned for the other two to join him and all three stared at the page in awe.

“Well I guess I’ll have to stop calling her Mudblood wont I?” Lucius stated with a huff.

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Dumbledore looked around his office with disdain. Everywhere there was destruction like a tornado had ripped through it destroying everything it touched. Which was very close to the truth. The magical backlash released when all his spells on the girl had snapped had done this and left him weakened. To top it all off he had only another day to get the girl back before Harry did something stupid.

All his plans were in ruin because some how the girl had escaped him. But he wasn’t a Dumbledore for nothing, there was a way to turn all this around and he would find it. He need to act quick though and his first order was to find a way to distract Harry. If only Miss Weasley hadn’t died then he could just push her at the young man once again. No the twit had to get killed by the disease before holding up her families end of the deal and giving birth to the next Potter.

He was running out of pureblooded girls that he could manipulate. There was Luna Lovegood, didn’t she recover from the sickness? She had been friends with Miss Weasley as well maybe he could get her to help Harry in his grief. Yes that would work though her flightiness made her harder to control but she would work until he came up with something better.

Then he would just have to let Ron speed up his plans for Hermione. He might have to mess with Hermione’s memories a bit to speed up the process but once she was back at headquarters and pregnant with a Weasley brat she would be easier to control. And once the kid was born she could ardently run into a death eater and the Harry would be 100% in his control and out for Tom’s blood.

Tom had been awfully quiet since this plague happened, losing most of your inner circle’s family must have done that to him. Now would be a good time to strike if only he knew where Tom was. Well he would think of that later first he needed to get to the Lovegoods. He would clean up his office later when he came back from his meeting, he thought as he grabbed the flu powder.

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“You have made a lot of food Miss Lovegood.” Marcus Flint commented as his wide eyes scanned the laden table.

“Well I’m feeding a newly married couple who have use up much energy plus three bodyguards you and myself oh and one prisoner.” Luna said smiling at the man causing him to blush.

“You really think he married her to save her?” He asked not sure on anything anymore. He wasn’t as stupid a Goyle or Crabbe but his entire life it had been pounded into him that Mudbloods were bad and the Dark Lord was always right. So the Dark Lord marrying a Mudblood was hard to grasp.

“Marcus you need to forget about blood for a second and listen to me. Can you do that?” She asked softly still smiling at him which made it hard to think so he just nodded. “Who is the most powerful and scary man you have ever met?”

“That is easy the Dark Lord,” he smiled happy to be asked such an easy question.

“Now think on all the stories you’ve ever heard, who is the most powerful and scary woman still alive today?” She asked as she set food in front of him.

He frowned for a second before looking at her “Miss Granger, even Draco was in awe of her and I know both Nott and Puce moaned about her grades and wished she was pure.”

“So is it such a leap to see that the most powerful and scary man would want the most powerful and scary woman by his side?” Luna pushed.

“No I guess not.” He took a couple of bites and chewed thoughtfully. “Our Dark Lady will be a target for those who can’t follow your logic Miss Lovegood. Which means as her best friend you’ll be targeted too, but don’t worry I’ll protect you.” His statement caused Luna to blush. Before she quickly turned back to making two plates of food for the elf to take to Hermione and her new husband.

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“The Ouroboros often represents self-reflexivity or cyclicality, especially in the sense of something constantly re-creating itself, the eternal return, and other things perceived as cycles that begin anew as soon as they end (the mythical phoenix has a similar symbolism). It can also represent the idea of primordial unity related to something existing in or persisting before any beginning with such force or qualities it cannot be extinguished. The ouroboros has been important in religious and mythological symbolism, but has also been frequently used in alchemical illustrations, where it symbolizes the circular nature of the alchemist's opus. It is also often associated with Gnosticism, and Hermeticism.*” Hermione stated tracing the image on her wrist with her finger.

“Miss textbook strikes again.” Voldemort grumbled as he tried to pull her closer once again only to have her move away from him again. This caused the covers to slip so he had a full display of her lovely breast but he was getting tired of her stopping him when ever he tried to have her again.

“Well mister I-know-everything, what dose it mean then?” Her hands were on her hips and he was sure she meant it to be intimidating but he just thought it made her look fuckable.

With a growl he tackled her earning a squeal of surprise from her as the both went off the bed and rolled on the floor coming to a stop with him pinning her beneath him. “It is about birth and rebirth,” He kissed her, invading her mouth and exploring before pulling back. “It is about magic never ending,” he kissed her jaw line up to her ear which he lightly bit before peppering the side of her neck with more kisses. “It is about us immortal and ruling a reawakened magical world.”

“You’re so full of your self.” She managed to get out though it sounded kind of breathy. She gasped as he kissed his way to her nipple and pulled it into his mouth.

“No but your about to be.” He murmured, then chuckled at her confused look as he started playing with her clit. “Full of me that is.” He watched her gasp again and her eyes roll as he sunk into her. But this was not going to be quick by any means no matter how much she begged for harder or faster he was taking his time learning her body. Touching and kissing her while he kept a slow and steady pace. He was a master of self control which he proved as she was nothing but a pile of goo by the time he decided to speed up and finish. She would not be able to remember how many orgasms he had caused her to have, but he did.

Picking her up and tucking her back into bed as she was passed out he smiled and crawled in next to her. His last thought before sleep claimed him was ‘sixteen, I can do better, next time at least twenty’.

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* Comes from wikipedia
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