(This is my plot, but the characters belong to JK Rowling and her amazing fictitious mind. When I started writing this I planned for it to be a simple one-shot based on something that would never happen, but because some people have asked me to continue it into a story, I will. Thanks for reading and I hope people will review. Just bare in mind JK Rowling invented the books I love so much)
Chapter Two
"So, what did the Dark Lord want this time Miss Granger?" Snape asked as Hermione opened the door to the potions classroom where he was still brewing.
"Do you want the truth sir?" Hermione asked, as she closed the door behind her and walked over to him. He cast a stasis spell over the cauldron and held out his hand for her. She placed her hand in his and he guided her around the desk to him. He placed an arm around her waist as he kissed her neck.
"As always." Severus whispered gently.
"He slept with me. And, he doesn't want you to sleep with me anymore either, or to lend me to any other death eaters." Hermione admitted, blushing slightly.
"Is that so." Snape said coldly, pulling away. He removed the spell and continued making the potion for Voldemort, ignoring Hermione.
"Yes Sir." Hermione remained where she was. "Sorry Sir." She bowed her head.
After a minutes silence she looked up to see Snape still working hard, ignoring her. Worried, and biting her lip, she reached out and touched his arm.
"Don't touch me Miss Granger!!" Severus shouted suddenly, wrenching his arm away as if her touch scolded him.
"Severus, please, what's wrong?" Hermione inquired, her eyes brimming with tears.
"And don't ever call me Severus!" He shouted.
Hermione backed away, having rarely seen her ex-professor behaving like this. He seemed upset and irrational and…
Hermione paused, realization dawning on her once again.
"Sir," she asked softly "do you love me?"
Severus hands gripped the edges of the cauldron as he hunched himself over it, his long greasy dark hair covering his face. His whole body tensed.
"Do you?" She asked again, walking closer.
Severus exhaled.
"Yes, I do Miss Granger."
Hermione fell against a desk, gripping it with shock, her face pale.
"I didn't know Sir, I'm sorry, I truly didn't. If I had, maybe I wouldn't have agreed to the Dark Lord's advances." Hermione said quickly. "How long have you felt this way because I've really had no idea at all, from the polite withdrawn way you've been treating me."
"Do you want the truth Hermione?" Severus asked, looking up. Hermione nodded, biting her lip again. "Since you were a student of mine. In your seventh year, I realized. Before then I just thought you were an exceptional student, although I rarely showed it, but then as I saw you grow up into a miraculous woman and I knew my feelings were stronger." Severus had finally finished the potion. He cast a spell that bottled the brew and then he wiped the sweat from his brow and walked over to Hermione.
"I can't give you up to him." Severus said softly, pressing his lips against Hermione's. His arms reached around her, pulling her close to him, and she found her arms reaching up and winding around his neck.
She returned the kiss, and felt her feelings being torn two ways.
She knew she was in love with the Dark Lord, but after this confession she was considering her feelings for Severus.
She knew she had always respected him as a teacher and was in awe of his talents as a potions master, and she had had a schoolgirl crush on him, and had been pleased that she was given to him after she was captured even though he'd murdered Dumbledore.
Hermione's closed eyes filled with tears as she continue to kiss Snape.
He pulled away gently and rested his forehead against hers, sighing.
"Don't leave me Hermione, please." He pleaded softly, appearing weak for the first time.
"I don't want to Severus, I really don't." Hermione replied.
Severus felt a shiver run up his spine.
"Say my name again please, Hermione. It has never sounded as beautiful as it does when it falls from your mouth." Severus closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
"Severus." Hermione whispered softly, before tilting her head so that they could kiss again. She kissed him gently and pulled away. "Severus." She kissed him again, more passionately.
"Severus." She kept repeating as they kissed, disrobing each other.
Soon, they were wearing nothing, and making love on a desk as Hermione moaned his name over and over.
"Severus!" She cried out as she climaxed.
"Hermione!" he moaned as he followed soon after. She lay on top of him, both of them breathing heavily and with a fine layer of sweat upon them.
Hermione got up off him and they both stood up and walked to his quarters, leaving the finished potion behind them.
Both of them slept soundly, with Hermione lying in Severus' arms.
The next morning Voldemort was sat in his throne in the Great Hall, waiting to start a meeting.
Severus entered in his Death Eater robes, with Hermione walking beside him in a black dress. She felt Bellatrix's hateful gaze fall upon her, and knew she was hated by her because she was another woman amidst the men. Bellatrix also knew Hermione had changed and become loyal to the Dark Lord, despite her heritage. This made Bellatrix jealous and drove her to hate Hermione.
Having Severus and Voldemort kept her safe though, but Hermione knew Bellatrix would torture and kill her if they weren't around. That scared Hermione deeply and she knew how insane Bellatrix Lestrange could be.
"Ah, Severus, my loyal servant. Thank you for coming." Voldemort stood from his throne and opened his arms wide.
"Welcome my loyal followeds. I have called this meeting to announce something to you, as I feel you have a right to know." Voldemort paused and his followers listened, intrugued. "I have decided to finally create an heir to take on after me, even though I shall never die, and I have also chosen the woman to carry my child."
Bellatrix's eyes widened and this did not go unnoticed by Hermione. Hermione watched as Bellatrix smirked and took a step closer to her Lord, dropping to her knees.
"I thank you for this honour, my Lord." she said loudly, causing the Death Eater's to turn to look at her knelt before the lord as his only female Death Eater.
Voldemort smiled and walked down to Bellatrix, placing his hand on her bowed head.
"Rise Bellatrix." she obediently rose from the floor. "I am sorry to mislead you, but you are not the woman I am referring to."
Bellatrix's pale face drained completely leaving her with a ghostly white complexion, which soon changed to a rosy-cheeked one as she blushed from the laughter surrounding her. She withdrew her wand.
"Anyone laughing once I finish this sentence will be cursed into oblivion." She hissed. The laughter ceased, although many Death Eaters still had smirks and smiles upon their faces.
"Bellatrix, put your wand away and calm down. You know you are an important follower to me." Voldemort said, his voice raised.
"Then why not choose me?" she whined, brushing her black hair out of her face.
"I do not want a pureblood to carry my child, that is why." Voldemort replied as he walked over to Severus and Hermione.
"You want a filthy mudblood to carry your child?" Bellatrix screeched when she saw him approaching Hermione.
Murmurs ran around the circle of followers.
"Yes." Voldemort said loudly. Silence fell. "I do. And as your leader, none of you should question me."
Voldemort held out his hand and Hermione took it.
He walked back to his throne, withdrew his wand, cast a non-verbal spell and the Death Eater's watched as an almost identical throne appeared beside his own. Voldemort led Hermione up to it, and she sat on it. He then sat in his own throne.
"As many of you will know, we captured Miss Granger a few months ago and she swiftly changed. She started out loyal to her friends, courageous and fiesty with plenty of fight within her. She was given to Severus. He broke her and made her realise that her side was doomed and she now belonged to the victorious side. She slowly warmed up to myself and others, and is now loyal to me. She has been used sexually by a number of you since she arrived, and I am another who has used this young beauty sat beside me. She is the brightest witch of her age, an exceptional person and it is terribly unfortunate that she has come from such a filthy background. However, I know that there are exceptions. Just like there are purebloods who do not deserve to be superior to others due to their stupidity and other such factors, there are mudbloods who do not deserve to be inferior to their intelligence and intellect." Voldemort paused. "Hermione is one such example, which is why she shall be my bride and the mother of my child."
Hermione gasped quietly. The crowd of Death Eater's gasped a lot louder, and Bellatrix howled with anger. Hermione looked at Severus, who's fists were clenched tightly at his sides.
"All of you will respect my decision and none of you will harm her, or you will suffer my wrath. Severus," Voldemort spoke directly to Snape "I thank you for taking good care of Miss Granger since her arrival, however you no longer need to. It shall be my duty to care for her from now on, and she shall be the only person to ever be cared for by me. This should demonstate to all of you, her importance. I believe a child born from the two of us shall be the strongest, most magical child ever to exist. More powerful and magical than myself, I dare say."
A few more Death Eaters gasped at that statement, and Hermione was still in shock from all of this. He hadn't asked her, but she knew she wouldn't refuse.
"Now you are all aware of my decision and why I have made it. I want several of you to spread the word across my nation that I have made a muggle-born witch my bride, however, I want you to make the message clear that she is the only person with this heritage to be given mercy and spared. I know of no other muggle-borns as bright or as brilliant as Miss Granger, which means she is the only one to rise above the rest and leave all the other inferior mudbloods behind."
Several Death Eaters stepped forward, volunteering themselves for the task. Voldemort surveyed them for a few moments and nodded. The group apparated away.
"Now, to celebrate my wedding to this witch and to celebrate the choice I have made in regards to an heir, I shall be holding the grandest ball ever held in a weeks time. You and your friends and family are all invited to attend. There will be food, drink, dancing, music and of course there will be muggles and mudbloods to play with. I will be allowing half-bloods and purebloods to attend as guests, but no magical creatures. Someone will have to apologise to Fenrir on my behalf. You." Voldemort pointed at a young Death Eater, who began to tremble at the idea of telling a werewolf he wasn't allowed to come to one of the largest balls ever to be held.
"I have covered everything I wish to say, so this meeting is over. Farewell, my followers. My fianceé and I shall be leaving now." Voldemort stood, and Hermione copied him.
The large crowd of Death Eaters before them all bowed on their knees, lowering their heads. Voldemort turned and exited the Great Hall, with Hermione walking beside him.
Once they had left, the conversations started.