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Let's Make a Deal	By : SalazarRaphael Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 26503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione Granger laid her head back against the wall. Ron kept talking, but she and Harry were resigned to their fate. They had lost. They were caught and trapped. They had nowhere to run to, and couldn’t anyway as they were chained naked to the dungeon wall. She wondered if she’d be raped by the Death Eaters before they killed her. Fenrir Greyback entered the dungeon, “Alright Mudblood. The Dark Lord wants you himself. So you’ll be coming with me,” he pulled her chains off of the wall and swung her over his shoulder, “Say goodbye to your friends, Mudblood.”

            She remained silent as Fenrir carried her up to a large bedroom. He threw her on the bed and exited. She sighed and curled up into herself, “Show some sort of emotion, Miss Granger. This will be dreadfully boring otherwise,” Lord Voldemort walked to the bed and removed her chains. “I’d say don’t try to kill me but something tells me you are awaiting your death.” She just lay still, remaining silent. “What if I turned you over and shoved my cock in your ass?”

            “If you’re going to kill me, just do it. I’m not going to scream, beg for my life, or cry. I will not give you that thrill.”

            Voldemort frowned. He removed his robe, revealing black pants and a black t-shirt. He covered her in it, “Why would I want that? Believe it or not, Miss Granger, but I do not rape, nor do I support it.”

            “But your Death Eaters do it,” she snipped.

            “And I punish them when they do,” he responded, gently stroking her face. “You need sleep, Miss Granger. And food. Would you rather sleep or eat?”

            She stared at him, “You aren’t going to kill me?”

            “No. Nor will I rape you. Once you have food and sleep, I want to talk to you.”

            “I-I guess I could eat. How do I know that you won’t try to poison me?”

            Voldemort rolled his eyes. He had food brought up and popped one of the grapes into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, “See? No poison.” He held a grape up to her lips and she let him push it into her mouth. His thumb brushed her lips and Hermione’s tongue brushed up against it. His eyes widened. Hermione realized what had happened and blushed. Before he could stop himself Voldemort leaned in and kissed her. Hermione gasped as his lips brushed hers softly. She’d never met a man with lips as soft as his…and he tasted sweet. She opened her mouth and groaned when his tongue pushed against hers. She felt him push her down on the bed and she wrapped her arms around his neck, shivering in pleasure as he caressed her body. “Tell me what you want,” he breathed, leaning over her.

            “Make me feel again, Voldemort.”

            “Tom.”

            “What?”

            “Call me Tom,” he leaned in and kissed her again, before moving his mouth to her neck.

            Hermione pulled his head against hers, “Tom? No magic.”

            “What about contraception?”

            “Well go ahead and cast that spell,” she kissed him and caressed his chest through his t-shirt, “and get this off. I want to touch your body.” He smiled and kissed her sweetly once more before pulling his shirt off and whispering the contraception spell. Hermione ran her hands down his chest, “Very sexy.”

            “Oh really?”

            “I wouldn’t have said so if I didn’t mean it,” she unbuttoned his pants, “and now for your pants.”

            He let her pull them off and bit her lip, “I think maybe you should consider eating. I wouldn’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow.”

            She frowned, “You think I’ll regret this?”

            “I am the Dark Lord,” he whispered as he leaned in to kiss her.

            “I still hate you,” she said.

            “That’s a lie,” he breathed. “But I won’t continue anything until you eat and have slept. I want to be sure you want this.”

            She sighed as he pulled away. He pulled the covers back and slid under them, dragging her over to him he covered her and used a spell to bring the plate to them. Hermione ate slowly, watching him. “Why wouldn’t you have sex with me?”

            “I’d be your first, wouldn’t I?”

            Hermione shook her head, “No I’ve already had sex before. It was good, not great. I think my hand was more adept than he was.”

            “Was it one of your companions?”

            “No.”

            “Who?”

            “Viktor Krum.”

            “Quidditch player?”

            “Yes. Do you follow the sport?”

            “No, it bores me. I prefer intelligence.”

            Hermione smiled, “I do too. I think that’s why I’m not afraid of you,” she moved closer to him, their bodies pressing against each other, “at your core, you value wisdom and intellect, not the physical things that others want.”

            “Well,” he mused, “sometimes physical things are nice too,” his hands moved over her body. Hermione fought off a smirk as he cupped her breasts and gently kneaded them. It appeared she could get him to do what she wanted sexually if she offered herself right.

            “I agree,” she leaned up to kiss him. “I think that sometimes having something that is purely physical and need-based can be more stimulating than anything else. Other times I desperately want a mental orgasm.”

            “Which do you want right now?” His breath was hot against her cheek.

            “I want you,” she pulled his head to hers and they kissed passionately.

            Their fucking was hard, rough, and fast. Hermione was gasping for air after he climaxed. He held her in his arms, “So which was I?”

            “That was purely physical,” she managed to say between breaths, “And very needed.”

            He chuckled and held her against him, “You’re not leaving me. You’re staying right here tonight.” Hermione smiled as she fell into an exhaustive sleep.

            When Hermione woke she was still in Voldemort’s arms. She tried to pull his arms off of her and his hold tightened, but he moved, “Trying to escape?” He growled as he rolled on top of her, “You don’t escape Lord Voldemort so easily, witch.”

            She smirked, “Someone’s cranky in the morning,” she stroked him, “maybe I can assuage that?”

            He frowned, “You still want to have sex?”

            “I have needs too,” she caressed his chest, “and I’m pretty sure you liked it as much as I did.”

            “Sex is just a physical release. I only need it every now and then.” He got up and walked to the bathroom. “Here, take a shower.”

            “Don’t you need to?”

            “No,” he turned the shower on for her, “climb in, bathe.”

            Hermione frowned and pushed him in before climbing in herself, “You’re coming with me,” she captured his mouth before he could respond.

            Voldemort groaned and deepened the kiss, “What are you doing to me?”

            “Getting what I want,” Hermione guided him into her and began to rock back and forth. Voldemort growled and lifted her up, pushing her back against the wall as her legs wrapped around his waist.



            After their shower he tossed her onto the bed and got dressed, “Now about that deal.”

            “What deal?”

            “You do what I want, I’ll tell you how to kill me.”

            Hermione sat up on the bed, “Really?”

            “Yes.”

            “What do you want me to do?”

            “Carry my child.”

            “WHAT?”

            “I want a child. But I’ve never trusted anyone enough. I want to be able to have a legacy. I’ll provide for him, and leave you all my money and my home in Scotland. In return, please raise my child properly. You would never even have to work if you used my money. It is enough to pay for you and the child the rest of your lives.”

            “And in exchange for this huge favor, you tell me how to kill you?”

            “Yes.”

            “What if I don’t want you dead once I’m pregnant?”

            “Do you really want me to live, Hermione? I will not change. This is not some fairytale romance. I will kill, and continue to kill. If you help kill me, you will be left alone by everyone. Then you can escape to my manor and live out your days however you wish.”

            “I-I just don’t think that I can do it. Raise your child without you.”

            “If the child was raised by me, he would become evil. You can perhaps save him from that.”

            Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. He was offering her the future of the wizarding world, “No man will want me after I’ve had you.”

            “That would be correct.”

            “So you get me pregnant, die, and then I don’t have sex ever again?”

            “I’ll admit, there are a few flaws to my plan. I’m trying to figure out how to fix them.”

            She laid her head back on the pillow and watched him pull on his robes, “Can I have some time to think about it?”

            “Of course,” he walked over to her, “I will see you tonight. Don’t leave the room. I transfigured some clothing for you, and you’re free to peruse my library,” he indicated the door opposite the bathroom, “no one else has access to these rooms. Call a house elf when you get hungry.” He leaned in and kissed her, “Please, consider it.”

            “I will,” she smiled up at him before returning the kiss, “I just need time to think. Alone.”

            “Yes, goodbye.”

            By three in the afternoon, she had made her decision. She paced his room. His library was amazing, but she knew that if she sat down she would not leave it. So she spent her time in the bedroom for the most part. He finally returned at eight. “Have you decided?”

            “I’ll do it,” she said.

            Voldemort pounced on her and whispered the spell to remove their clothing. The two of them fucked hard and forcefully. Afterwards he pulled her against him, “Thank you,” he smiled.

            She grinned, “This will get very difficult, and dangerous.”

            “I will keep you safe, Hermione. No one will ever hurt you.”

            She nodded against his chest, “I think we have alot to talk about.”

            “We do. I couldn’t resist taking you though. Your body is quite the delight, Hermione.”

            She laughed, “You say that so gentlemanly. It makes it seem less dirty.”

            Voldemort looked down at her, “So, about names.”

            “Do you have something specific in mind?”

            “I was thinking Salazar.”

            “What if it’s a girl?”

            “So maybe I haven’t thought too hard about it,” he shrugged.

            She just shook her head. He hadn’t expected her to say yes, she assumed. Now he was caught off guard. Hermione wrapped his arms around her, “Can we make love? I want it to be slower, last longer.”

            “I think I can manage to do that with you,” he leaned over her. Hermione gasped as he lowered his head to her core and began to lick her.

            “Oh God…”



            She breathed against him, “Tom?”

            “Hmm?”

            “I don’t know if I can emotionally do this. I’m going to fall in love with you.”

            “Hermione, you don’t have to fall in love with me.”

            “It’s human nature to feel an attachment to the person you’re fucking. And if you get pregnant…it makes a woman feel more connected to her partner. That would be you,” she said.

            “You’re thinking too much about this. I’ll fuck you, you’ll get pregnant, end of story.”

            Hermione got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, “It doesn’t work that way! You’ve gone through life avoiding feelings, but you can’t avoid my feelings! Fucking or not fucking, I’m going to feel something for you. That’s science. That’s hormones. That’s my emotions. I’m going to fall in love with you and I’m going to have my heart broken!” She shut the bathroom door and warded it to keep him out. Voldemort sat up in bed and frowned. What had just happened? They’d had sex, it had been good, and now she was yelling at him and locking herself in the bathroom. Women were weird.

            He got up from the bed and knocked on the bathroom door, “Hermione?”

            “Just leave me alone for a bit.”

            “Oh come on, let me in. Let me make up for what I said. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” Wait, what was he apologizing for? He hadn’t done anything! Damn her, she was getting him to act differently. She unwarded the door and he walked in, “Come here.” He opened his arms towards her and she shook her head. He sighed, “Hermione, come here. Let me hold you.” She shook her head again and he pulled her into his arms. “I need you to hate me, because you’ll have to kill me. If you like me or love me, then what will happen? You know what will happen, Hermione. That is why you must hate me.”

            “I-I don’t hate you,” she fought back tears. “And if I hated you, I couldn’t have your child, Tom.”

            He sighed, “What do you think we should do, then?”

            “Can you quit being the Dark Lord?”

            He chuckled, “It doesn’t work like that, Hermione. I can’t just ‘quit’, even if I wanted to. And I don’t.”

            “What if I offered to do anything to get you to stop?”

            “There is nothing you could do that would make me want to stop.”

            Hermione pouted and pulled away, “Tom, I don’t know if I can do this. I like your arms wrapped around me; the sex was amazing and the way you kissed me…I can’t hate you.”

            “Not even a little?”

            “No.”

            Voldemort cursed, “You can’t stay here, with me. I’ll send you to Scotland; no, to Little Hangleton. You’ll stay at Riddle Manor. At night I’ll have sex with you; once you’re pregnant I’ll stop visiting you to have sex. I’ll check on you once a day then.”

            Hermione didn’t like these terms, but she acquiesced. She didn’t want to upset him. He was willing to pay her way and protect her, but he wouldn’t stop being a murderer. She just shook her head. If only she could change him. But he was right; nothing would make him love her. This was not a fairy tale romance. He was not Prince Charming that was certain. He moved Hermione that evening. He sent three house elves, two to care for the house and one nurse/nanny elf to care for her.

            Every night for the next two months he showed up and had sex with her. They would spend the evening together, making love. She felt so complete with him. And when he left, the ache would set in. She cried into her pillow. She was making the ultimate sacrifice, and it seemed like she was the only one. Voldemort wasn’t giving up anything, but Hermione was giving up her entire life. Present and future. She sighed and rolled over, curling up around her pillow and letting the tears fall.

            He heard her crying when he arrived that night, “Hermione? What’s wrong?”

            “I don’t want to lose you,” she said. “Tom, I will do anything you want to keep you in my life. Please.”

            “Hermione…”

            “Anything, just ask and I’ll do it.”

            “Offer yourself up to my Death Eaters,” he said, his face set as though stone.

            She pulled away and stared at him before taking a deep breath, “I-if that’s what you want I will do it.”

            Voldemort felt terrible. He wasn’t serious. But she was willing to sacrifice her body to keep him with her. “I would never ask you to do that, Hermione. That would be a death sentence for a woman as pretty as you are,” he caressed her cheek and brushed the tears away.

            “Then what do you really want me to do?”

            He closed his eyes, “There is nothing you can do to keep me here.”

            “Please, Tom,” she laid her head on his shoulder, “don’t leave me.”

            Voldemort laid her down and kissed her, “I’ll stay tonight, Hermione. Let me make love to you and hold you. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

            “Okay,” she deepened the kiss.

            This time when she woke up, he was holding her. She grinned into his shoulder and leaned up to kiss him, “Good morning.”

            He frowned and shook his head, “I’m never getting up. I’m all worn out from last night.”

            “I didn’t think we did that much.”

            “I meant before I came to see you.”

            “Gee thanks,” Hermione got up and walked into the bathroom, “If this is how we’re going to talk, I don’t think I want to.”

            “I don’t understand why you want me around. I’m not a nice man or a romantic lover. I’m rough, rash, impatient, and obnoxious. And I am angry, greedy and hateful. I have no sympathy for anyone and see you as a tool to get what I want. How can you love me?” Voldemort followed her into the bathroom.

            “Because I do! Tom, I want you. But I don’t think I can do this anymore. I-to be honest, I’ve never really thought I could do this. I thought I could change you. Change your mind. But I can’t. S-so if you won’t change, then I can’t do this.”

            “You promised!”

            “I love you!” Hermione reached for him, “I love you and you don’t care about me at all!”

            “If I didn’t care I wouldn’t be here right now witch!” He yelled. Hermione gasped. Voldemort flushed. She leaped into his arms and kissed him lustfully.

            “Take me, Tom. Now,” she stroked him and guided him into her. He groaned and pushed her against the shower wall, thrusting roughly into her.

            “I’m going to fuck you raw,” he growled as he bit her neck.

            Hermione hissed in pleasure, “Oh yessss…Voldemort!” He bit hard as she cried out his name before he spilled his seed into her. That didn’t stop him. Hermione moaned as he continued to fuck her roughly to several more orgasms.

            Panting, he finally pulled her from the shower and they lay on the bed. She pulled a blanket over them and curled into him. “I won’t change for you, Hermione.”

            “I-I know that.”

            “Will you change for me?”

            She looked up at him, her eyes glazed in pleasure and lust, “I think I would,” she closed her eyes and fell asleep. He held her. So she would join him? She was a Muggleborn…how could she join him? Voldemort frowned. He could figure this out. He liked her presence. And he really liked her body and mind. He closed his eyes and let sleep claim him once more.



            Hermione woke again and curled into his chest, “I love you so much,” she whispered.

            “Did you mean it?”

            “That I would join you? I-I did, Voldemort.”

            “You keep calling me Voldemort, why?”

            “Because I love you. And Voldemort is who you are. Tom is who you were,” she leaned up and kissed him, “you are the man I want to be with forever.”

            “I can arrange that,” he grinned.

            “I don’t doubt that,” she kissed him again, “I won’t kill anyone.”

            “I wouldn’t ask you to,” he whispered. “I have other ideas for you,” he smirked. “Don’t worry, none of them are sexual. Well, some are. But you are mine. No one else can touch you. If they do, I will kill them with my bare hands,” he squeezed her against him.

            “And you say you’re not romantic,” she teased. Voldemort laughed. She rolled on top of him, “So since I’m on your side, can I stay with you and not be exiled here?”

            “If you like,” he said, “I don’t care so long as you’re still mine.”

            “What exactly do you want me to do?”

            “I don’t know yet.”

            “You said you had ideas,” she caressed his chest.

            “I did, but I think I’m changing my mind about what exactly you would do. And anyway, first I have to mark you,” he summoned his wand and then cast a spell on her shoulder.

            Hermione looked at it, “You gave me a tattoo?”

            “Well it’s not the Dark Mark,” he muttered, “do you not like it?”

            She eyed it. Down her right arm was a snake, and it was curled around the letters LV. She had to admit, he could have made it say ‘Mrs. Voldemort’ and she would not have liked that. This she liked. “I do like it,” she leaned up and kissed him sweetly, “do I get to mark you?”

            He furrowed his brow in thought, “If you want, I’m okay with that.” She grinned and kissed him passionately. Voldemort was pushed on his back and she straddled him. “You’re a little nymph,” he growled.

            “Bad influence,” she remarked, sucking on his neck. Voldemort laughed before pushing her onto her back and burying himself in her once more.
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