A/N: Umm, well I'm really sorry for posting so late but it has been really hectic around my house. We're moving and my house is a mess. I have to practically wade through boxes to get to the computer and I hurt my knee playing soccer which was totally not fun. I had to go to the doctor and stuff, yuck and it hurt really bad. I feel like I'm lugging a piece of lead around for a leg though. I'll try to get the next chapter out sooner.

One thing about this chapter though, I think that Hermione is a bit more normal, you know. And I add Ginny everywhere, so remember that. Oh, I've just read the Sixth Harry Potter book, really interesting, I loved how he told off the new Minister, very cool. Roots for Harry!

Alleniah

Hermione awoke the next morning, she supposed by the shifting of the bed. Hermione raised her head slightly to see Ebony already out of the bed and Ginny getting off. "Good morning."

Ginny stopped and turned to her with a smile. "Good morning, Ebony thought that we would let you sleep more today as of what happened," Ginny trailed off as Hermione remembered exactly what happened the day before.

She had nearly forgotten it as Ebony and Ginny had given her a fun time but it came rolling back to her and she put her head back on the bed. She just wanted to draw the covers over her and block out everyone. It was probably one of the most traumatic experiences she had ever had.

Ginny crawled over to her and patted her head. "I'm really sorry Hermione, I didn't mean to make you upset."

Hermione smiled up at her friend. "You didn't make me upset, it's just, this is the first time I've actually had the time to think about the impact of the situation yesterday."

"I understand," Ginny murmured lightly.

Hermione hugged her best friend tightly before she climbed off the bed and plopped on the couch next to Ebony. "Good morning, Hermione."

"Morning, but what are we doing today?"

"Well, the Dark Lord has given Ginny quarters on the third floor so we may go and look at them. But you have to go and see the Deatheater Ladies again but Ginny is coming."

"I have to go see those flesh eating women again? Why?"

"Because you are the Dark Queen of course, it is your duty, though now you are titled as such; they will be trying to suck up to you."

Hermione scoffed. "Like they would, remember I'm a muggleborn and they are pureblooded elitists who think they are above everyone else, you can't really expect them to actually try to kiss my feet!"

Ebony smiled at her. "You'd be surprised, but come, get dressed, hurry up."

The three of them went into the room and Hermione searched frantically for something that was not a dress and Ebony watched her amusedly. "Really, Hermione, you're a witch, don't you think there would be a spell on this room?"

Hermione straightened up and looked at her before she groaned and thought for a moment before two pairs of jeans and shirts popped into her hands. She gave Ginny one set of the clothes and she donned the others.

"I should have thought of that," Hermione said.

"I thought that you would have. You are dealing with Voldemort and he is obsessed magic," Ebony said.

"Yes, he is obsessed, he would hate to do anything the normal way," Hermione replied.

Ginny just glanced between the two with a smile as they set off down the hall and then up a set of stairs. They passed by a door that Hermione recognized as the one leading to Voldemort's quarters. She turned away from it and followed her friends to the room. It was more of a suite with the sitting room, then bedroom and bathroom.

Hermione flopped down on the plush burgundy couch and sighed. "This is really nice," she commented lightly.

"Hermione, you know that we can't stay here all day, we have to be going to meet the ladies and you need to arrive on time," Ebony reprimanded.

"But isn't Hermione the Dark Queen? Then she should act like they aren't fit to associate with her and she should arrive later," Ginny piped up.

Ebony tilted her head to the left as she turned this over in her head before she smiled. "I think, Ginny, that you have the right idea. Voldemort does it all the time and maybe we should pay a visit to your husband…" Ebony trailed off contemplating this.

"Why would we ever go and pay a visit to my husband?" Hermione asked incredulously.

Ebony rolled her eyes. "We won't be going to see him, you will. You are his wife and could get away with it," Ebony responded.

Hermione's jaw dropped open. "Absolutely not! I'm not going back to his chambers and certainly not alone, what would he think?"

"Well, exactly what everyone else would think, I think, though he does seem to think differently than most people," Ebony replied.

"I don't want him to think that at all! And I refuse to go there," Hermione protested and crossed her arms.

"Come on Hermione, the women, if they asked where you were because you were late, you could say in your husband's chambers or that you were seeing your husband. And if you had actually been to see him, that would confirm it, I'm not asking you to do anything," Ebony persisted.

Hermione sighed and looked up, "Fine, but I really don't like this."

Ebony and Ginny smiled brightly and pulled Hermione to her feet. "What? I'm going now?"

"Of course now, now come on," Ebony said briskly and the three of them set off. They arrived at the door to Voldemort's chambers and stopped.

Hermione turned to the two girls, "Remind me who's harebrained idea this was?

Ginny pointed to Ebony and Ebony pointed to Ginny. "I did not!" Ginny protested.

"Yes you did, you said she should show," Hermione rolled her eyes and knocked on the door and Ebony and Ginny raced around the corner and peeked around.

Voldemort answered the door and a look of surprise came over his face when he saw Hermione standing there. "Hello, can I come in?"

Voldemort nodded slightly before pulling the door open wider and allowing Hermione in before he closed it with a snap.

Voldemort turned around and leaned against the door. "Now, exactly why are you here, Hermione?"

"I came to see you," Hermione answered simply.

"Yes and you do that often, my dear, now why are you here?" Voldemort persisted.

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to face him. "Well, truth be told, I'm trying to get out of going to see those ladies."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "Ah yes, the ladies, unfortunately you are still going because you are the Dark Queen and it is expected of you."

Hermione smiled slightly and sat down in a chair before the table. There was no way she wanted to go to that meeting. And he was telling her it was expected of her? Hermione mentally snorted.

"Where are Ebony and Ginevra?"

"In Ginny's quarters, where do you think?"

"Well, then I will take you to the meeting as they are not here," Voldemort said.

Hermione stood and walked over to him, "Why do you insist upon me going?"

"I just do," he answered.

"I could always just stay here," Hermione walked closer to him and she saw him swallow heavily.

"I wouldn't recommend that."

"Of course," Hermione said as she touched his shoulder ever so slightly, her sleeve going up to reveal the bracelet.

Voldemort looked at it with interest and a smirk. "I see that you trust me," he said lightly before he bent his head. "What are you doing?" Hermione asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you trusted me?"

"Right, I trust you a bit but not that much, you might kiss me," Hermione protested, crossing her arms.

"You are my wife," Voldemort countered.

"Yes, I know this unfortunately, really I have this huge ring on my left hand finger, it's not that hard to miss actually," Hermione said sarcastically.

Voldemort shook his head and pulled out his wand. Hermione's eyes went wide and she backed away from him. He merely waved his wand, muttered something and Hermione stopped, from shock. She was now in a long black gown that hung low on her. She wore a ruby necklace to complement her bracelet and a golden band held back her hair.

Voldemort took her arm and pulled her out of his chamber and down the hallway and then a right turn and then another hallway. Finally he stopped and opened the door to the room. All the women looked towards the door and many looked surprised to see Voldemort.

They all bowed and Voldemort kissed Hermione on the cheek goodbye before he left and closed the door behind him. Ebony hurried over to Hermione as the women began to rise. "Thank all that you are here, now that's what I call late,"

"Yes, I agree with Ebony, maybe you overdid it," Ginny added.

Hermione rolled her eyes. My Lady," Bellatrix said as she came out of nowhere, "I congratulate you on your marriage to my lord."

Hermione looked at her before she smiled, "I never realized that he belonged to you. He is my husband after all, so then he would belong to me of course, hmm," before she walked off.

Ebony caught up with Hermione with Ginny in tow. "That was brilliant, you should have seen her face, she was completely stunned that you said such a thing!"

"Well, I believe she wanted to be his mistress but Voldemort turned her down," Ebony confided, "Though I wonder why."

"Doesn't she have a husband?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, Rodolphus Lestrange, but apparently she wants to be an even more loyal servant, though I think it irks her that you are Voldemort's wife. They all think that you two have consummated the marriage and that seems to make her angry," Ebony said.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"I think that Bellatrix prefers Voldemort. He is very powerful and dominating man but he doesn't have parents and he isn't a pureblood, the elitist purebloods can't arrange a marriage between them. Rodolphus is a man who would follow people and he certainly seems to obey his wife's wishes but Bellatrix never complains because arranged marriages are commonplace and women understand this and accept it. But since she wanted Voldemort, she is jealous of you because you are intimate with him and he turned her down to be his mistress," Ebony explained.

"Oh, ok, but I've never been," Hermione was cut off by a taunting voice, "Never what, my lady," It was Bellatrix.

Hermione had to think quickly. She certainly couldn't say the truth, that just wouldn't work at all but what would she say?

"I've never been completely flabbergasted before from learning so much about you. I hear that my dear husband turned you down to be his mistress," Hermione said with a smile. Payback was completely in order for her killing Sirius.

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes. "I know about your marriage, the truth actually, aren't you angry, don't you hate him?" she hissed.

Hermione was surprised but it didn't show on her face. "Does it look like it?" she asked with a glare.

Bellatrix huffed before she stormed off and Narcissa went after her. "Well, that was certainly interesting," Ginny began.

"Of course it was, though I wonder why Hermione was acting like that." Ebony said pointedly.

"Well, she deserved it. I don't have a wand, only words so I'll pay her back for the murder of Sirius, and you know she deserves it. And I certainly am not going to tell her the truth about anything," Hermione answered.

Ginny whispered something to Ebony and she nodded and cleared her throat. "Look, Hermione I hate to actually suggest this but it might be for the best, well it will happen eventually anyways, but I think you need to consummate the marriage so you don't have to lie anymore and you will anyways, Voldemort certainly isn't going to let the marriage just dissolve into nothingness but you could actually hold power," she said really fast.

Hermione stopped walking and looked at her. "You have to be joking me, you are right?" she asks.

"No, you can't keep this up forever and Voldemort will consummate the marriage one way or another and the prophesy will come true, Hermione, you will bear his child," she said.

Hermione suddenly felt faint. She knew of course the prophesy was going to come true and she had been strong but now she finally realized that she was married to Voldemort of all people and that her life had been practically taken from her hands by a prophesy. She definitely felt for Harry right now. She would have Voldemort's child in the end.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Ebony asked.

"Hermione?" Ginny asked.

But Hermione swayed before she passed out…