DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
a/n: I think I'll like this chappie - I like writing weddings:D
Kidnapped
Chapter 17
Voldemort awoke early the following morning, and seeing as Hermione was still asleep, he vanished the chain connecting them. A knock sounded on their door. He pulled on his robes, picked up his wand and walked to the door.
It was 2 house-elves. One was smaller than the other by about half a foot and the tallest was fatter than the other by about 4 sizes.
"Master, Milly and Jubs is here to make Mistress ready."
"Good. Wait here, I'll wake her." Voldemort ordered coldly and walked back over to the bed.
"Hermione." He shook her shoulder quite roughly and she stirred. "Get up. You've got to get ready." He snapped and she turned over. "The wedding's in 30 minutes."
"I've got 30 minutes to get ready?" she asked, her voice croaky from sleep and screams from the previous night.
"No, 2 house-elves are here." He left the bedside and ordered the 2 elves inside. "The dress is in the bathroom." He said to neither the elves nor Hermione, who was sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes.
He closed the door and the elves went over to Hermione. Milly, the smallest, spoke first.
"Come on, Mistress, Milly and Jubs must make you ready."
Hermione pitied their speech; it made them lower than they already were.
"Okay. I'm up. I'm awake."
"Mistress must wash." Jubs, the tallest, said.
Hermione swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked into the bathroom, politely asking Milly and Jubs not to follow her.
"One moment, Mistress." Jubs said. She quickly ran into the bathroom and collected the dress. "Mistress must not get the dress wet."
"Then it would be ruined." Milly squeaked and Jubs magically hung the dress from the bed post.
"Yeah, that'd be a shame." Hermione grumbled and closed the door.
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Hermione came out of the bathroom 20 minutes later, a little wet and wrapped tightly in a towel. Her hair was slightly damp and clung in strands to her neck.
"Mistress, we must hurry." Jubs said.
"Milly and Jubs have 10 minutes to make Mistress ready!" Milly squeaked, casting a drying charm with the click of her fingers.
"Mistress must dress quickly!"
"Turn around then." Hermione asked.
The elves obeyed the order, covering their eyes and leant against the wall in the corner of the room. Hermione dressed in her underwear first and then examined the dress.
It was a white silk floor length with spaghetti straps. The full skirt was decorated with pure cream pearls on the netting and a pair of white dolly shoes accompanied it.
She donned the dress and Milly and Jubs helped her do it up. Hermione quickly put on the shoes and walked over to the vanity table. Her hair and make-up was done almost instantly and they had 4 minutes left.
"Wait outside." Hermione snapped to the house-elves.
"Yes, Mistress." Jubs said and she and Milly left the room.
Hermione paced the floor for half of her available time and sat on the bed with her head in her hands for the remaining time.
"What am I doing?" asked one side of her brain. "How can I do this?"
"You haven't got a choice." Stated the other side. "No one is coming to save you, unless by some miracle they do a Harry and survive the Killing Curse!"
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." The side said slightly cruelly. "Face it, Hermy; you're on your own. You've got to get out of this on your own."
A knock sounded from the door. It was Voldemort.
"Off we go." He said abruptly and waited for Hermione to come to him. As a surprise for both of them, she came within a few seconds.
It was like she was on autopilot. Her legs walked by themselves, her head nodded by itself when he said she looked beautiful and her arm was on autopilot when she took his offered arm.
They stopped momentarily when they arrived outside the Great Hall.
"Ready?" he asked her, squeezing her hand a little.
"No." she answered quietly.
He just chuckled and the doors opened.
Grand music played in the background and, like a waves or set of ripples, the Death Eaters bowed as Voldemort and Hermione passed them. All the Death Eaters were there, which made an escape impossible. Voldemort lead Hermione to the end of the red carpet, which stopped at the steps of a raised platform. A stone altar lay there; a dreary and scared looking man in his early 50's stood in front of it, an open book in his hands. A chalice, 2 rings on a gold plate and a beautifully carved knife was lying on a cushion, along with 2 cushions on the floor.
"Great. More knives." Hermione thought. Voldemort just chuckled, hearing her through his Legilimency skills.
They arrived at the altar and knelt on the cushions. The music stopped with a grand conclusion and everyone was silent.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are hereby gathered to witness the joining of the two souls known as Lord Voldemort and Hermione Granger, in holy matrimony." The priest called through the hall. "They will be joined with the most powerful binding magic known to man. There is no way back. There is no divorce, no separation methods. The only thing that can break the witch and wizard apart is Death itself." Hermione silently gulped.
"Witch, hold your left hand out, palm facing up. Wizard, do the same with your right." They obeyed and the priest gently pushed their hands together until their skin touched. He picked up the knife and Hermione's eyes widened. Too scared to pull her hand away, she closed her eyes as the priest started to cut a symbol across both of their hands.
The symbol was a triangle with a vertical line running straight down the middle, and a thin rectangle running through the centre of the line and its top corners touching the sides of the triangle. (A/N: picture on my website)
The priest muttered a spell and the mark burned for a moment. Hermione opened her eyes a little as she felt wetness creep upon her hand. Her own and Voldemort's blood was swelling up on their hands. The priest took the chalice from the table and with the swish of his wand, the blood appeared in the chalice, and their hands stopped bleeding.
"To be together, you must first know your other." Voldemort smirked for a second, but the smirk left his face after a second. The priest handed Hermione the chalice. "Drink." The priest whispered when Hermione didn't do anything.
"This is gonna be horrible." She groaned almost inaudibly, but nonetheless took a fast swig. She regretted it the second the tangy taste of their combined blood hit her tongue and it took all her energy not to let it, and the entire contents of her stomach, come up.
She passed it to Voldemort as she tried to swallow the liquid in her mouth. He grinned at her and took several mouthfuls of their combination, his eyes never leaving hers.
He handed back the empty chalice to the priest and wandlessly scourgify'd himself and Hermione's face of traces of blood. She was grateful for being rid of the horrible red liquid, yet annoyed at his patronisation, as she could have easily done it herself.
The priest picked up the plate with the rings on it and held it before the couple. "Witch, take the left. Wizard, take the right." Hermione picked up the left ring. It was solid gold and had a trio of small but pure sapphires on it. Voldemort took the right one. It was the same as Hermione's but had rubies instead of sapphires. Blue for boy and red for girl.
"Witch, take the ring and place it on his left 4th finger, whilst repeating after me. 'I, Hermione Granger, take you, Lord Voldemort'..."
"I, Hermione Granger, take you, Lord Voldemort..."
"To be my lawfully wedded husband."
"To be my lawfully wedded husband."
Hermione put the ring on Voldemort's finger.
"Wizard, do the same."
"I, Lord Voldemort, take you, Hermione Granger, to be my lawfully wedded wife." Voldemort put the ring on Hermione's finger and felt a sense of accomplishment whilst he did so. She truly was his now!
"Stand." The priest said. Voldemort offered his wife a hand to get up, which she took, and they stood. "You may now kiss the bride." Hermione wore a terrified expression on her face as Voldemort cupped her face in his hands and leant into her. She whimpered slightly as his lips pressed against hers. As he was about to use his tongue, she pulled away.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you now, Lord and Lady Voldemort." The priest called through the chamber.
The Death Eaters cheered with intense enthusiasm. Voldemort, however, wore an incredibly annoyed look at his wife. She smiled weakly at him and they turned to face the cheering servants.
"How many?" Hermione whispered.
"All of them." Voldemort answered simply. He turned them around so they were facing the priest, who was picking up the cushions. "Lucius." Voldemort said tiredly.
Said wizard came out from the shadows, picked up the knife from the altar and slit the priest's throat. Hermione squealed in surprise and shock. A little blood splattered on her dress and Lucius threw the corpse to the floor.
"Lucius." Voldemort said disapprovingly. "You got blood on Hermione's dress." he scolded, as if there was nothing unusual about slitting people's throats.
"I apologise, milord. Milady."
Hermione looked around for whoever Lucius was talking to. And then it hit her: he was talking to HER!!
"It's okay." she said shakily, still looking at the unfortunate priest.
"Hermione." Voldemort said, almost softly. "Stop looking at him. It's too late anyway."
"You didn't have to do that. You could have just made him forget." She said to the floor, but aimed it at Voldemort.
He took her arm. "Come."
Too shocked to do otherwise, the 2 left the Great Hall, the sound of cheering ringing in their ears. Voldemort walked Hermione back to their room. Hermione entered but Voldemort didn't.
"I'll return shortly. I have some things to do."
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Hermione sat on the floor of the bathroom, the dress discarded on the bed in the other room. She wrapped herself tightly in a towel and was hiding behind the sink. Her knees were held so tightly against her chest by her hands that her knuckles had turned white.
All sorts of emotions were surging through her then. Hatred at herself for allowing the marriage to happen. Hatred to Voldemort for marrying her. Sorrow for her future. Sorrow for her lost loved ones. Amusement because she, a mudblood, was married to the Dark Lord.
And she didn't know why she did it.
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Voldemort came back to his and Hermione's room 20 minutes later, in rather a good mood. Well, as happy as the Dark Lord can be. He closed the door and tossed his robes onto the bed, on top of the wedding dress. He grinned at the thought that Hermione might be naked somewhere. Hopefully in the room.
"Hermione?" he called through the room. No response. "Hermione." He called again. Again, no response
He walked over to the bathroom door and opened it. There was no sign of Hermione. But of glass. Pieces of broken glass, mixed with blood.
"Hermione?" Voldemort was feeling strange at this point. Was he . . . . worried? About Hermione? "Hermione! Stop this foolish game!" he ordered.
He walked over to the broken window and leant out. There, 100 feet down, lay the body of the late Hermione Jane Granger Riddle.
Ta da! What do you think? Hermione committing suicide? Weird? Bad? Good? I'm writing and epilogue and a sequel... If you want.