A/N: Yes I know that I haven't updated, yes bad me but I've been busy getting ready for school and now I'm in school. This is my first year of high school, at Hoover and that school is massive, and I'm not joking. My legs hurt from going from the first floor to the second floor to the third floor, down to first, up to second, you get the point. I'll try to update more but I can't promise anything, sorry but I will try and this answers some questions!

Oh and Voldemort does look like when he was younger, just to clarify and I put that in here, I just call him Voldemort because that makes things easier right now. Moreover, yeah this doesn't follow along with the sixth book, though I don't seem to like it as much. Oh and must thank the reviewers. If I forget anyone, just tell me and I'll put you in next time! Leanna, tracy, SJSweetie, XxDarkFirexX, PinkGrenade, Mia08, waterbaby, wiccan-witch88, Mereret, Lone Angel, nione, Revenge, miko101, sweet-little-girl, Cocoa-Cola, Crazy-Physco, lovenotknown, GryffindorBabex13, CareBearErin, Sesshomaru-is-my-master. Thanks for reviewing! I love reading reviews, just so you know!

Alright, now that I have rambled, I will continue onto the story…

Hermione wondered vaguely why her head hurt…and a lot. She turned her head and moaned a bit from pain in her head. She seriously wondered if she had been hit by a bus, or maybe just her head, it certainly felt like it.

She moaned again opened her eyes, slowly, until she saw that she was laying on a couch, in front of a fireplace, but the only problem was that she had no clue where she. Hermione shifted and lifted a hand to her head to feel a bandage there. She almost jumped when she heard an oh so familiar voice say, "I see that you're awake."

Hermione didn't even try to look at him, she didn't feel like it really and he would probably come into her visage and then she would have to see him and she was right. He moved into her view and smiled slightly seeing her glaring at him.

"Oh course I'm awake, it's certainly not like I sleep with my eyes open," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, well you gave Ebony and Ginevra quite a scare passing out like that. In addition, unfortunately there was no one there to catch you and you fell hard onto the marble floor, hurting your head in the process. Ginevra came to get me and here you are," Voldemort said with a smirk.

Hermione sighed in relief that he hadn't asked why she had passed out, now that was something she really didn't wish to speak about with Voldemort of all people. He certainly didn't need to know something like that though she recalled Ebony's words about the fact that Voldemort wouldn't let the marriage dissolve into nothingness. She was right on that account, though it pained Hermione to admit it.

"Oh, and tell me exactly why you passed out? Ginevra only said that the three of you were discussing some things and then you passed out, would you care to explain? Whatever could you have been speaking of?"

Hermione swallowed hard. Think of a lie, think of a lie, her brain was telling her. There was no way she would really tell him what they were truly speaking about, would she?

"Well, you," Hermione said before her brain could stop her.

Voldemort looked surprised for a moment before his features settled once more into their emotionless mask. "Me? And explain how that makes you pass out."

"It's complicated, really but uh," Hermione said but Voldemort held up a hand.

"I told you to tell me, now tell me, it's is more than likely not that complicated," he said forcefully.

Hermione glared at him before hefting herself into a sitting position, ignoring the throbbing in her head and leaned close to his face before she said, "You won't tell me what I will and will not do, remember that, Voldemort."

"I can guess actually, I heard a few of Ginevra's thoughts, you were speaking of consummating the marriage, now how does that relate to your fainting? And my dear, I did hear about you telling Bellatrix that I belonged to you."

Hermione leaned against the back of the couch, away from Voldemort. "Well, yes we were discussing consummating the marriage, well actually my friends were saying I should consummate it because you won't let it resolve and it will happen anyways," Hermione said grudgingly.

Voldemort laid a hand on her leg and leaned closer to her, his black hair falling over his eye and said, "Yes, I would never let this marriage dissolve, remember that, Hermione, you will belong to me one way or another in the end."

Hermione shivered at his words but pushed his hand off her leg, glaring at him in the process. "Why did Ginny come and get you?"

"I am your husband," Voldemort answered simply.

"Well, if that's all, how did you find out about what I said to Bellatrix," Hermione ventured.

"She told me actually, it really seemed to irritate her, and you apparently rubbed salt into the wound by bringing up the fact that I wouldn't accept her as my mistress," Voldemort said with a smile.

"But why?" Hermione asked and Voldemort lifted a brow, "Not accept her as your mistress," Hermione clarified.

"Ah, yes that, well it is difficult to explain to you my dear, but I may try, Bellatrix is a faithful follower, I'll give her that but that's all I ever thought of her, I was quite surprised when she asked such a thing and I immediately said the first thing in my mind, no and it's always been that way," Voldemort said.

"But why would anyone want to be your mistress or be in a bed with you?" Hermione asked but soon regretted it.

Voldemort leaned over her, his hands running through her hair and over her legs and a smirk appeared on his lips. "Would you like to find out, my dearest?"

Hermione pushed him off with a roll of her eyes. "What do you think?"

He sat back with an amused smirk, "I'll take that as a no then, but you will find out in the end for you are my wife and have quite the privilege."

"Oh yes, quite the privilege that is, but I don't doubt that you've been married several times," Hermione said.

Voldemort turned his head towards her and Hermione couldn't really read his expression. "No, I've never been married before. I never wanted the responsibility, before, women can be tiring and annoying," he said, flitting his fingers over her bare calf.

Hermione shivered at the touch before she looked down to see that she was no longer in the gown from earlier but in a short nightgown and a long, black robe. Voldemort looked up at her and said, "Ebony brought you nightclothes, you will be staying here and changed you. The gown had blood on it from where you bled, as do my robes."

Hermione nodded as a knock sounded from the other room. Voldemort rose to his feet and disappeared through the door of the room and Hermione looked around. She realized with a jolt that she was in Voldemort's bedroom of all places. She stood holding her head slightly before she walked to the slightly ajar door.

She opened it and stood against it, allowing her robe to show more of her nightgown and her unclothed body. The person at the door turned towards her and Hermione realized that it was Bellatrix and that Voldemort was holding onto the door and had a smirk upon his face.

Bellatrix glared at her before saying in a tight voice, "I'll be leaving then, my lord."

She turned and walked off in huff and after she disappeared around the corner, Voldemort started laughing before he shut the door.

"Whatever is so funny?" Hermione asked.

"She was hoping again to be my mistress but I am actually going to thank you for showing up at the door, you are my wife after all," he said as he walked to her and linked his arm around her waist, before pulling her into the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Hermione whirled around to see him leaning against the door, blocking her exit. "I could always escape once you're asleep," Hermione said loftily.

"Yes, I wouldn't put such a thing past you, my dearest," Voldemort purred against her ear, his breath feathering over her skin.

Hermione felt something run through her at the touch, at the feeling of it and stepped back, away from such emotions that he seemed to invoke. Voldemort raised a brow at her but merely watched the emotions that crossed Hermione's face.

She swallowed and tried to breathe normally before she calmly raised her eyes to his face as he stepped closer to her. He ran a hand along her jaw line and Hermione finally asked, finding her voice, "What are you doing?"

"Do you mean what I am doing or what I am doing to you?"

"Both," Hermione answered as she closed her eyes at his touch again.

"Nothing, my dearest, merely claiming you as my own," he said in a low voice, finally closing the space between them and lowering his mouth to her neck.

Hermione ran her hands over his body, clad only in pants and a loosely buttoned shirt. She ripped the shirt apart from his body and ran her hands over his bare chest and back, savoring the feel of his skin beneath her fingers.

He picked her up and she saw clearly that his eyes were a scarlet and blue mix, flowing with emotions in their depths, but yet Hermione couldn't discern them at all. She was jolted literally as she was laid upon the bed. She felt the coarseness of the velvet beneath her before looking up in Voldemort's handsome face as he too climbed into the bed. He turned and yanked the curtains shut…

Hermione awoke the next morning, wrapped in the emerald sheets. She casually opened her eyes and was confused for a moment as she looked around before it came back to her. She sat up quickly, holding the sheet to her before she looked to the other side of the bed.

It was empty but a note lay upon the pillow. Hermione picked it up and slowly unfurled it, her gut clenching at the fact that she had let what had happened happen. She wanted to literally curl up and die at such a thing. Her marriage was here to stay, and that was horrible to her in every way. Moreover, she could be pregnant.

Hermione chose to push that thought from her mind and look down at the scroll in her hands.

Hermione,

I had to leave on business. I will be back later.

Lord Voldemort

Hermione set the scroll down and slowly got out of the bed, finding her robe from the floor and slipping it around her nude body. She walked shakily towards the door and looked around for signs of people before she raced towards her room and when she got there, she firmly secured the door and leaned against it.

As she was leaning against it, she felt the throbbing in her head return. She had forgotten that she had hurt her head but yesterday. Now look at the predicament she was, she thought miserably.

She pushed herself off the door and walked to the closet, slowly and wished for some jeans and a shirt. They appeared in her hands and she went into the bathroom where she ran a bath and put some lavender oil into it. She slowly climbed in and felt herself relax a bit.

Thirty minutes later she climbed from the bath and donned the clothes she had and walked from the bathroom. She realized that she was still wearing the ruby bracelet, the one that Voldemort had given her. She looked down at it and felt anger seize her. She tore the bracelet from her wrist and threw it against the wall in a fit of rage.

She calmed herself down, taking deep breaths and slowly picked the bracelet up. Throwing a bracelet wouldn't solve anything, she told herself firmly. There really was no way out of this situation which bothered her to no end. In addition, the man she was married to was an evil wizard bent upon world domination, now that was something. Nevertheless, why was he married to her?

She remembered the night before when he had told her that he had never married before because he didn't want the responsibility. Did he suddenly decide he wanted it? However, why choose her of all people, she was a muggle-born, why not a pureblood? Hermione sighed, frustrated at her lack of knowledge on this. She liked to be well informed and she was mostly in the dark about this situation.

Hermione sighed softly and flopped onto her bed…

Harry and Ron sat in the kitchen, playing wizard's chess and as usual, Harry was losing miserably to Ron. Ron was taking Harry's knight when Fleur burst into the room. Ron looked up and turned a pink color, though of course not as bad as it used to be and Harry looked up too.

"What is it, Fleur?" Harry asked.

"I 'ave zis from work!" Fleur said excitedly.

"What is it?" Mrs. Weasley asked, coming into the kitchen.

"It is You-Know-Who and Her-" she was cut off by Mrs. Weasley snatching the document from Fleur's hand.

Harry and Ron watched as Mrs. Weasley's face changed to one of horror and shock. She looked very pale as she dropped the document, which fluttered close to Ron. He bent and retrieved it, intent upon finding out what it was. Harry looked over his shoulder to see Hermione and Voldemort's marriage contract, it was an old pureblood tradition apparently and the worst part was that at the bottom left corner was a stamped mark that read: CONSUMMATED

Ron's face went a white shade and Harry asked quietly, "What is wrong?"

"This is an old pureblood ritual that when consummated, you cannot get out of, you are bound for life," Ron whispered quietly.

Harry almost felt his blood run cold at the words. Hermione was bound to Voldemort for life? Well, he would just kill Voldemort and Hermione would be free. Wait, consummated!

Harry almost fell out of his chair as he thought about it. Actually, he was trying to push that thought out of his mind, because seriously, he didn't want to know about that but he did want to know what Hermione was thinking or if something had happened to her.

Dumbledore was called immediately to Grimmuald Place and he looked upon the document with a grim face. "This is a legal document, it is true that is has been consummated and nothing can be done, however, I will need to speak to Ebony," he said.

Ebony paced Ginny's sitting room as Ginny watched her go back and forth. They had gone to Hermione's room early that morning to see her but she wasn't there and her bed looked like it hadn't been slept in. "Are we going back down there?" Ginny asked.

Ebony stopped her pacing and nodded and they set off for Hermione's room. They tried to open the door but it had been locked from the inside. "Hermione!" Ebony called out.

A muffled voice replied, "Go away, I don't wish to see you or anyone else for that matter."

Ebony and Ginny exchanged looks and Ebony asked, "What's wrong Hermione and where were you last night?"

"What do you mean?" came the muffled and panicked voice behind the door.

"Didn't Vol-" Ebony stopped as she realized exactly what had happened, not that it was a truly good thing because Hermione seemed to have barricaded herself in her room and locked the door, which Ebony could not open by magic.

"Come on, Ginny, we have a visit to pay someone," Ebony said grimly before she started towards the third floor.

Ginny followed behind her and Ebony knocked on the door leading to his chambers. Voldemort answered the door though he seemed a bit surprised that Ebony and Ginny were standing there.

Ebony smirked at his before brushing past him into the room, pulling Ginny with her. "Expecting someone else?"

"Yes, actually," Voldemort replied, reclining against the door.

"Oh, well you won't see her because she's in her room," Ebony said with a smirk.

"And how did you deduce that it was Hermione?"

"Well, she barricaded herself in there and won't speak to anyone and she was last with you. Now if you put two and two together, you get that you consummated the marriage," Ebony said, her eyes boring into Voldemort's.

Voldemort met her gaze and replied, "Yes, actually it did happen."

"But you weren't here this morning were you? I would deduce not for Hermione barricaded herself in the room and truly, if you had been here, that would not have happened."

"No, I was not here this morning, to confirm your suspicions. I had some important business to attend to," Voldemort answered her.

Ebony looked at him with a disgusted look. "I thought of course that you loved her, but then again, I could be wrong," she said before opening the door and pulling Ginny out with her.

Ebony walked along at a fast pace, her anger going into her steps as she stormed towards Hermione's room, intent upon speaking to her and she had left that book with the prophesy in there and if Hermione was pregnant, it would show up there and that would not be a good thing…