To say Dumbledore was in shock, was a complete understatement. The man's face had turned ghost white and his jaw had completely dropped. He had been shocked into absolute silence, a nearly impossible feat. To Hermione, the man looked completely and utterly flabbergasted. It was making her quite uncomfortable and self conscious.
Having gathered his bearings, the wizened man cautiously asked her, "What exactly do you mean by 'bonded'?"
"I mean that he showed up out of a book that took some of my blood and we, err, had, um, adult relations together," she muttered at the end. She was talking to her over a century year old teacher about how she fucked the Dark Lord and that's when she thought her day couldn't possibly get worse.
He sucked in a quick breath, looking even more distraught than he previously was. "Hermione, I need you to tell me absolutely everything you can. You can leave out the sordid details, but I need to know about his wording and every single thing he said. Even if it seems like something that's insignificant, I need to know."
She went into detail, telling him everything she possibly could without further embarrassing herself. By the end of the talk, she knew how completely she fucked up. Dumbledore looked helplessly at her, instilling in her the exact shittiness of her situation and how far of a hole she had dug herself in. She was especially concerned at the sharp intake when she said the name of the book.
He opened his mouth, but was clearly thinking carefully about his next words. "Hermione, you might want to take a seat. I need to explain the severity of the situation to you and I don't want to risk you falling and possibly becoming injured because of it."
Hermione knew immediately that her day was about to get a hell of a lot worse. She knew for a fact that she was now completely fucked. She shakily sat down in the seat in front of Dumbledore's desk, silently hoping that the ritual wasn't damning.
"Are you aware of how purebloods have marriage bonds?" He began, watching her carefully.
She nodded in response, somewhat confused and dreading at where this conversation was going.
"Well, you are now in a very specific marriage bond with Tom Riddle. It's often used by husbands who don't want their wife to completely obey them and be on the more submissive side, but would rather keep them in a happy relationship with some control on the emotions. You must have noticed the initial time you met him that you felt some, ahem, arousal that didn't go away until you had- what'd you call it? Adult relations."
She nodded slightly at the statement, her face heating up at the fact Dumbledore is discussing her sex life with her.
"The combination of your blood and the adult relations, have put you into a marriage bond specific to what Tom wanted. So, that urge you felt to be with Tom, won't go away. It'll consistently persist, practically forcing you to be with him like it did yesterday. The only plus side to the bond is that it affects him too, which can be a blessing or a curse depending on how you are feeling."
For Hermione, it seemed to be more on the curse side, since it's the Dark Lord. Lots of mind blowing sex and awesome orgasm wouldn't change that fact. She'd have to work hard to remember that.
A sudden stream of heat made its way to her core. Whelp, there's the arousal that Dumbledore's talking about. She couldn't believe she was getting horny in front of her elderly professor. Not that she really had a choice in the matter, but that didn't make the reaction any less embarrassing.
"Is there any way to get out of the bond? Someone must have already figured it out considering it's existed so long," she stated, nearly pleading that someone figured it out.
Of course, Dumbledore had the exact response to make everything so much more worse.
"Marriage bonds are quite tricky Hermione. You see, they are very 'til death do us part', like a permanent marriage vow. And considering Tom's horcruxes and that we don't have any idea where they are located back in that time and we don't know if they'll apply to him at the current time, you'll have to be the one to die in order for the marriage bond to be officially broken," he stated sympathetically, his eyes flashing with pity. "So, to be blunt, there's absolutely no way for you to get out of this marriage bond that we know off. I'll start to do some more research on the bond and talk to Tonks and see if she knows anything about this specific bond since her mom was a Black. For now, you'll need to hang tight and try to keep Tom from any psychotic and serial killer tendencies if you can."
Hermione felt her stomach drop and suddenly became lightheaded. She was stuck in a bond with the most powerful and dangerous man in wizard history without any idea on how to get out of it.
"There has to be a way out. There always is. Magic can be reversed, by moral or immoral means. Dark magic is even a viable possibility, I'll do anything, absolutely anything to get out of this bloody bond," she stated urgently, desperation bleeding into her voice.
If the Hermione Granger, the one with a stick up her ass when it came to following the rules, was willing to do dark magic to ensure she got out this bond, it meant things were going pretty badly.
He shook his head before speaking softly, "There's also one last part to the bond I forgot to tell you about. So, remember how I said the bond is based off of 'til death do us part'? Well, if Tom dies, so do you, and vise versa. This could apply to the present Voldemort, so, if we kill him, then there's a possibility you could die too."
Hermione now knew how thoroughly fucked she was. By her attempt to stop the wild goose chase Professor Snape and Malfoy set up, she made it practically impossible to kill off the most evil person in the world, who also wanted to kill her best friend. The whole situation- to be frank- was completely fucked up. And she was at a complete loss on what to do about it or how to improve her situation.
"Hermione, dear, it's best you head back to your room for now," Dumbledore gently encouraged, clearly aware of the delicate and hopeless mindset she found herself drowning in, "Some rest would do you good. I'll excuse you from all your classes today and have Miss Weasley bring you any work that you'll need to make up."
Hermione tensed slightly at the idea of Ginny, someone who had a rather traumatic encounter with the Dark Lord, bringing her work that could result in her seeing him and recognizing him. "Sir, would it be possible for someone else to bring me work? Maybe Professor McGonagall or Professor Sprout?"
His eyes flashed with understanding. "Of course, I'll explain to McGonagall the situation so you have a female you might be more comfortable talking to. I know it must be awkward talking to me about these kinds of things. Now, off you go, I want you fully rested so you're alert in case anything happens. One can only guess what the present time's Voldemort will do when he figures out that his younger self has traveled from the past and found himself in a marriage bond."
She felt an uneasiness settle into her stomach at the idea of what Voldemort would do. She knew how evil his minions were and just exactly how much they could scar her, physically and mentally. Her arm was proof of it.
She nodded at him, and rose from her seat. "Thank you for your help, Professor."
Without waiting for a response, she immediately exited his office. As soon as she was out of the door, another streak of heat shot straight to her core. Her legs shook at the intensity, it was much more intense than the one in the Headmaster's office. She needed to get back to her room as soon as possible, then she could solve the issue with a vibrator and her fingers. No need to involve her newly bonded husband.
Hermione found herself practically sprinting to get back to her room. The heat in her core was rising in temperature and frequency with each passing second and she needed to get back before she dropped against the castle wall and started masturbating then and there.
It seemed to take eternity to finally reach her room, she was for sure that her panties were completely soaked.
As soon as she entered the room and the door was closed, an aggressive mouth planted itself on hers. She found herself urgently kissing back with just as much aggression. Strong hands grabbed her ass and picked her up, carrying her over to her bed with ease.
"I'm glad you're just as excited as I am to see you, Hermione," Tom stated, an arrogant smirk on his face. "Now, my dear wife, I get to take more time with you than last night and get to watch you slowly fall apart and cum until you can't possibly cum anymore."
She shivered at his promise, she knew for a fact that he would keep it.
He flipped up her skirt. "My, my, Hermione. A lacy thong? You planned for this. And I must say, you look positively soaked and prime for fucking. I can't wait to be inside that wet cunt of yours."
Hermione was obsessed with dirty talk, it's what usually got her in the perfect mood. But with Tom, she could cum sheerly because of the delectable dirtiness in his voice. The man knew exactly what he was doing.
Slowly, he grabbed the waistband of the rather risque lingerie and pulled them down, his eyes not leaving hers for a second. She shivered in anticipation at his actions.
He tossed the piece of clothing off to the side and spread her legs, putting each one over his shoulder. "Your cunt looks soaked, I think I'll have to take a closer look, since it's such a pretty pink. Maybe I'll even have a taste."
And with those words, he dove into the place right between her thighs. One long lick up her slit and Hermione was set off to a whole new level of bliss.
He alternated between licking up and down her slit and spearing her whole, setting her off to new heights of pleasure. She couldn't stop herself from moaning even if she wanted to, he was too good at what he was doing.
"Tom, fuck!" She couldn't stop her hand from snaking down and gripping his hair tightly.
She was right on the precipice, she only needed a little push to get over. Tom obliged, he put his mouth directly on her clit and sucked on it as hard as he possibly could.
Hermione screamed his name as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her head thrown back as she arched away from the bed.
Still shaking from the tremors of her orgasm, Tom moves from his place and rips off her shirt, eliciting a gasp out of her. White buttons flew across the room as he nonchalantly threw her tattered shirt off to the side.
His eyes were completely glued to her bra-clad chest. "On all fours if you don't mind, my dear." He phrased the statement as a casual recommendation, but it was quite obvious that it was actually an order.
She was a bit slow to follow the orders, not because she didn't want to, but rather because she was still recovering from the powerful orgasm she had just had.
Apparently annoyed at her slower than usual pace, Tom took matters into his own hands and gripped her hips, flipping her over. His hand snaked up her back, giving feather light touches to her spine until he reached the clasp and undid it.
The bra slid off and Hermione reached for it to throw it off to the side, however, Tom had different plans for it. He snatched it before she could grab it and used his other hand to grip both of her hands. Quickly tying her hands together, Hermione realized that Tom wanted her hands trapped and they were having a go at bondage. She shivered at the idea.
The loud sound of her skirt being unzipped drew her attention away from the thoughts of bondage sex. The material felt rough on her bare thighs and ass as he pulled it off, more than usual considering Tom's rough treatment of her ass last night.
"This pretty ass of yours bruised up quite nicely, it's a lively shade of blue and purple," he commented, squeezing the globes of her ass and jiggling them.
There was a niggling annoyance in the back of her mind about him probably reading her mind before making that comment, but, to be frank, she was much too horny to give two fucks.
"Spread your legs, my dear wife. I can't wait to fuck you raw."
Hermione could swear that her pussy was practically gushing at that statement. Fuck everything, she just wanted his dick inside of her.
Grabbing her hip in one hand and her tied hands in the other, he slowly inserted himself inside of her, and much to Hermione's annoyance, he took his damn time.
She tried to move her hips back, attempting to get more friction than what he was offering. Sadly, Tom wouldn't budge on having all of the control in this situation.
"No, no, my dear, you must be patient. I'm the one in charge here and I can guarantee that you giving up control for this fucking session won't hurt you. You're about to enjoy absolutely everything I do to you," he whispered seductively into her ears, causing her to shiver.
Suddenly, his hips snapped against her, causing her to let out a moan at the sudden, pleasurable movement.
He gripped her hip so hard that she knew it would be bruised. He continued to piston inside of her.
His pelvis made contact with hers in the most pleasurable way, inciting a cacophony of moans from her. They fucked like complete animals and Hermione had to admit, she sounded exactly like a bitch in heat.
The delicious roughness of his actions, the brutal grip and bondage, the tabooness of who she was fucking, brought her to all new highs.
She soon found herself right on the edge of another orgasm. "Tom, please! I'm so close!"
With those words, Tom did exactly what she needed. He let go of her hip and delivered a single, harsh smack dead center on her ass.
Hermione screamed as she came, and Tom followed soon after. The feeling of his cum shooting into her made her orgasm even hotter.
They panted as they slowly recovered from the mutual mind blowing orgasms.
"I don't think I'll ever tire of fucking you. You're the best sex I've ever had." Tom whispered in her ear before dislodging his now flaccid dick from inside of her. He flopped on his side and gripped her waist, pulling her against him. Who knew the Dark Lord liked to cuddle after sex.
"You're tired out already? And here I thought you had stamina," Hermione goaded, much to her used pussy's dismay. She really didn't know when to stop.
His arm tightened even further on her waist. "Oh, I'll give you stamina. I was trying to be a kind husband and give you some time to breath before the next few rounds, but I guess I wrongly assumed how much of a break you would need."
Hermione was too distracted by the next few rounds statement to prepare her for Tom flipping her on her back and arranging himself right on top of her, his rock hard erection poking against the inside of her thigh.
"I hope you're ready, my lovely, horny wife. 'Cause I don't plan on stopping anytime soon.
And with that, he sheathed himself inside of her and fucked her with wild abandon.