A/N Do you honestly think I would let Voldemort sleep with Hermione? Am I
that evil? Haha! Yes!
Voldemort's hand slid up underneath Hermione's skirt. His cold hand burned against her bare skin. Hermione let out a scream of fear. Suddenly she was free of Voldemort's touch. The force of her scream had thrown him across the room. He sat slumped against the opposite wall holding his head in his hands. Hermione gasped for breath. She shouldn't have used that amount of magic. Not in her weakened state, but she couldn't, wouldn't let Voldemort get that far. It took him several minutes to be able to stand, and in that time Hermione had been able to repair her dress and shake off the protest her stomach was giving her.
"DRACO!" Voldemort snarled. His voice was shrill with anger. Draco burst through the door in an instant. Draco stood at the door stunned. Hermione was extremely pale and her breathing was irregular. Voldemort was also a bit more pale, and holding his head in pain. "Get her out of here before I decide to terminate her life!" He said through clenched teeth.
Draco walked over to Hermione quickly took her arm and removed her from the
room. As soon as Voldemort could no longer she her Hermione collapsed in Draco's arms. Her brow had a light sheen of sweat, and she was having more difficulty breathing. She grabbed Draco's sleeve as a wave of pain ripped through her body. Draco scooped her up and carried her to the room given him. He put her down on the bed gently as she started to toss and turn in pain. Draco put a hand over her forehead and muttered a few words. Hermione fell into a peaceful, and pain free sleep. Draco frowned at her sleeping form. Whatever she had done it had hurt her as much as Voldemort.
"Don't worry Hermione. I'll get you back to Severus." He whispered.
Draco brushed his hand across her face, and kissed her softly on the top of her head before leaving the room. He shut the door carefully behind him and went back to Voldemort. Voldemort was still leaning against the wall when Draco returned. Even with the bit of color that was back in his master's face, the pain was still evident. Harsh lines creased his brow and mouth. His hands shook slightly and his breathing was shallow. Voldemort slowly brought his eyes to Draco, a gleam of triumph sparkled there as an insane grin crossed his face.
"I had to put a charm on her Master." Draco said softly.
"She sleeps?" Voldemort asked as he straightened and the aura of his power grew. Draco nodded. "Good. I thought she would exhaust herself to death."
"Didn't you want her dead my Lord?" Draco asked letting his confusion slip into his tone. Voldemort smiled that insane smile again.
"No. I simply wanted the child to believe she had wounded me." Voldemort walked over to Draco. He no longer shook, the evidence of pain was gone, and his breathing was strong and healthy. He clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Little Hermione is a powerful woman, but she doesn't know how to control it. So she will continue to exhaust herself until she finally gives in, and then the child of darkness will be brought into this world."
"Lord Voldemort, forgive me, but I do not understand." Draco was barely able to hold back to quiver in his voice. "I though Hermione and I would create the child." Voldemort eyed him coldly.
"Yes, that is what I thought at first, as did Dumbledore." Voldemort took his hand off of Draco's shoulder and sat down in a chair Draco hadn't noticed before. "It seems however Salazar believed in writing riddle prophecy. They can easily be misinterpreted. Hermione is under my control. She gives birth to a child that will be named my heir, and it cannot be my heir unless he is of my blood. At first I merely thought I would have to name an heir and he would take her, but it seems I have that pleasure." Voldemort stared at Draco waiting for a reaction and saw it. Draco winced. He would have betrayed me, Voldemort thought satisfied. "You may go Draco." Draco turned and was almost out the door when Voldemort called to him. "Try and take her back to Hogwarts and you death will be slow and very painful."
A/N Only one page, but I couldn't leave everyone thinking Hermione would give up that easily. Since I'll have all day tomorrow to write I'll try and get more up.
Voldemort's hand slid up underneath Hermione's skirt. His cold hand burned against her bare skin. Hermione let out a scream of fear. Suddenly she was free of Voldemort's touch. The force of her scream had thrown him across the room. He sat slumped against the opposite wall holding his head in his hands. Hermione gasped for breath. She shouldn't have used that amount of magic. Not in her weakened state, but she couldn't, wouldn't let Voldemort get that far. It took him several minutes to be able to stand, and in that time Hermione had been able to repair her dress and shake off the protest her stomach was giving her.
"DRACO!" Voldemort snarled. His voice was shrill with anger. Draco burst through the door in an instant. Draco stood at the door stunned. Hermione was extremely pale and her breathing was irregular. Voldemort was also a bit more pale, and holding his head in pain. "Get her out of here before I decide to terminate her life!" He said through clenched teeth.
Draco walked over to Hermione quickly took her arm and removed her from the
room. As soon as Voldemort could no longer she her Hermione collapsed in Draco's arms. Her brow had a light sheen of sweat, and she was having more difficulty breathing. She grabbed Draco's sleeve as a wave of pain ripped through her body. Draco scooped her up and carried her to the room given him. He put her down on the bed gently as she started to toss and turn in pain. Draco put a hand over her forehead and muttered a few words. Hermione fell into a peaceful, and pain free sleep. Draco frowned at her sleeping form. Whatever she had done it had hurt her as much as Voldemort.
"Don't worry Hermione. I'll get you back to Severus." He whispered.
Draco brushed his hand across her face, and kissed her softly on the top of her head before leaving the room. He shut the door carefully behind him and went back to Voldemort. Voldemort was still leaning against the wall when Draco returned. Even with the bit of color that was back in his master's face, the pain was still evident. Harsh lines creased his brow and mouth. His hands shook slightly and his breathing was shallow. Voldemort slowly brought his eyes to Draco, a gleam of triumph sparkled there as an insane grin crossed his face.
"I had to put a charm on her Master." Draco said softly.
"She sleeps?" Voldemort asked as he straightened and the aura of his power grew. Draco nodded. "Good. I thought she would exhaust herself to death."
"Didn't you want her dead my Lord?" Draco asked letting his confusion slip into his tone. Voldemort smiled that insane smile again.
"No. I simply wanted the child to believe she had wounded me." Voldemort walked over to Draco. He no longer shook, the evidence of pain was gone, and his breathing was strong and healthy. He clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Little Hermione is a powerful woman, but she doesn't know how to control it. So she will continue to exhaust herself until she finally gives in, and then the child of darkness will be brought into this world."
"Lord Voldemort, forgive me, but I do not understand." Draco was barely able to hold back to quiver in his voice. "I though Hermione and I would create the child." Voldemort eyed him coldly.
"Yes, that is what I thought at first, as did Dumbledore." Voldemort took his hand off of Draco's shoulder and sat down in a chair Draco hadn't noticed before. "It seems however Salazar believed in writing riddle prophecy. They can easily be misinterpreted. Hermione is under my control. She gives birth to a child that will be named my heir, and it cannot be my heir unless he is of my blood. At first I merely thought I would have to name an heir and he would take her, but it seems I have that pleasure." Voldemort stared at Draco waiting for a reaction and saw it. Draco winced. He would have betrayed me, Voldemort thought satisfied. "You may go Draco." Draco turned and was almost out the door when Voldemort called to him. "Try and take her back to Hogwarts and you death will be slow and very painful."
A/N Only one page, but I couldn't leave everyone thinking Hermione would give up that easily. Since I'll have all day tomorrow to write I'll try and get more up.