Hermione sighed feeling the warm sun hitting her face. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her eyes settled on the man she was currently lying next to. His dark sparkling eyes were trained on her face and seeing him, she couldn't help but smile. Tom had been sharing her bed for the week since she had returned from St. Mungo's, and now it was nearly impossible to sleep without him next to her. It was getting harder and harder to call him Voldemort when he looked so much like her Tom, but she was trying. He didn't seem to mind as much anymore.
Sitting up, she leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. He was becoming more and more open to little affectionate acts, in the privacy of her room of course, but he was still unused to them. He certainly wasn't usually the instigator of their kisses...or more. When he didn't instantly respond to her kiss, she cuddled up insistently against him, hoping to coax him into more. With his restored form, he was even more susceptible to his needs.
"Hermione, we shouldn't. You should be saving your strength for later today," Voldemort said, moving away from her.
He was, of course, talking about their planned attack on Hogwarts. Theo had overheard Dumbledore talking with Professor McGonagall. They were going to change the wards today, and so it was the best time to attack. Otherwise, they would have to spend considerable man power dismantling the wards, leaving the Death Eaters with depleted magic for the actual battle.
"That's all the more reason for us to have sex then," Hermione countered, breaking eye contact with him. "We don't know what could happen, or when we might be able to do this again." She pushed him flat on his back and slowly climbed to straddle him. "And besides, Katie said my body was ready for sex days ago!" Hermione whined, with a smile on her face, recalling the conversation.
From what Hermione had read, witches were able to heal much faster than muggles after childbirth, but she asked Katie to give her a bill of approval anyway. The blonde girl turned so red faced, Hermione thought that she would never regain her normal complexion. Katie had been staying with them for a while now, spending a lot of time with Severus, going over the restorative potion.
She could feel him grow hard against her and rolled her hips insistently against him. Sighing, he grabbed her hip with one hand, and tangled his other in her thick brown hair, pulling her into a passionate kiss.
Lips firmly pressed against one another's, Voldemort grasped the edge of Hermione's nightie and lifted it up, revealing her body to him. Groaning at having to end their kiss, Hermione obliged so that the dress could be lifted over her head. Smirking at him, she focused on his clothing until they disappeared.
"Ahh, you are improving with your non-verbals," he praised her, genuinely pleased with her progress. His hand caressed down her side, taking a moment to squeeze her full breast before continuing to the throbbing spot between her legs. He hissed feeling the wetness there, an rubbed this thumb against her clit in a circular motion, which quickly had her gasping in pleasure.
"Please, please Tom, I want you inside of me!" Hermione begged him, giving his erection a squeeze. Finally complying to her wish, Tom positioned himself against her entrance. Smiling at him, she lowered herself onto him, moaning with the new sensation. Their lips met again, giving Hermione a chance to adjust to him, before she slowly lifted herself and sank back down on him. They groaned in unison at the sensation. Hermione continued the rising and falling motion, with a breathy sigh, feeling the pressure grow with each movement. However, for Voldemort, it was quickly becoming not enough. He grasped her hips, pulling her up and down, moving faster and faster.
Hermione could quickly feel the coil of pleasure inside of her becoming tighter and tighter, so close to snapping. And after several more thrusts, she fell over the edge into bliss, allowing wave after wave of pleasure to roll over her with each beat of her heart. She slumped down against Voldemort's body, feeling him thrust into her several more times before he joined her in orgasmic bliss.
In the haze of her orgasm, Hermione couldn't help but tell him again, "I love you."
They had been waiting in the Forbidden Forest all day.
Voldemort, Hermione and Harry were accompanied by numerous Death Eaters, including the Lucius, Draco, Snape, Dolohov, Bellatrix, Rabastan and Rodolphus. Everyone was on edge, not just because of the impending battle, but also because such strange bedfellows were working together. They kept a close watch on the Dark Lord and Harry Potter, each Death Eater expecting them to draw wands at any moment. They were waiting for the wards to drop so that they could finally enter the grounds. Voldemort was staring in intense concentration at the line of the forest that marked the end of the Hogwarts' grounds.
Hermione had been spending most of her time talking with Draco, who was doing anything to keep her mind off of Evan. Narcissa and Katie had stayed behind to watch and protect Evan during the battle. Draco was in the middle of telling her of his plans to have Astoria stay with them that summer to get to know her better. He seemed to really like her, even though he didn't seem to know much about her. He didn't seem to mind that their relationship had been arranged by their parents.
Hermione was becoming exceedingly nervous as time went on. She didn't mind giving Dumbledore and Ron a piece of her mind, but there were other people like Professor McGonagall that she couldn't hope to harm, unprovoked of course. She was resolute that she didn't want to hurt anyone who didn't deserve it, but she had a feeling that Tom and the Death Eaters were less likely to agree with her. She hadn't been involved in the Diary business, as far as she knew.
Her stomach was also in knots because she wasn't sure what the outcome of today would be. She had always been much better at the theory side of defensive spells, not the practical, and she was afraid her inexperience would get her killed, or worse, kill someone else. She wished that she had Harry's innate ability to duel. Instead, she would just have to trust that she'd practiced enough for this.
Finally, she noticed a faint blue shimmering along the boundary of the school grounds, and knew that it was the wards falling down, what they'd been waiting for all day.
"Now," Voldemort ordered.
Immediately, all those gathered began walking across the grounds in unison, wands drawn. It was a dreary day so they did not cross paths with any students on the way to the school. Before long, the castle was looming in their view.
Holding out his hand, Voldemort wordlessly opened the huge oak doors. They quickly proceeded towards the Great Hall where the teachers were congregated to replace the wards. Students quickly made room for the large group of so called Dark Wizards. Hermione could see Theo in the crowd. Making eye contact with him, she gave him a significant look - now was the time to make your allegiances known. Theo quickly came and joined their side. Blaise, Pansy, Astoria, Daphne, Crabbe and Goyle and several other unknown Slytherins soon fell in step as well.
Many of the students were in awe of the handsome man walking beside the Hermione Granger, but they soon began gasping at noticing the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange was with her. Bellatrix was enjoying herself far too much, laughing as the students trembled at the sight of her. A Hufflepuff girl began screaming and Bellatrix sent a hex at her feet.
"Do not harm the students!" Voldemort snarled. "Our business is only with the Order of the Phoenix." Bellatrix looked put out but complied with the order.
No one tried to stop them as they walked through the wizarding school They soon entered the Great Hall in the same fashion as they had the Castle. Instantly the Professors' strict concentration was broken and all of the wards fell. "Oh Hermione!" Professor McGonagall said, surprised at seeing her old student. It seemed that she was delighted for a moment, before her smile fell when she saw who she was accompanied by.
"Hello Albus. Surprised to see me like this?" Voldemort asked, tauntingly.
It was clear that Dumbledore was surprised. He quickly drew his wand. "Minerva, go call the rest of the Order," he barked, sensing that things were not going to plan.
"Wait!" Hermione called out, getting her Head of House's attention. "Professor McGonagall, you have always known me to be a reasonable person and a smart witch. Ask yourself why would myself, Severus and Harry Potter, the chosen one, all leave the Order?" Hermione shouted across the room.
Students were beginning to file into the room, including some of her old Gryffindor classmates. It was clear that Hermione Granger had command of the room. Everyone's interest was riveted to her.
"I will tell you all why I left," she continued. "Not only did Dumbledore put me in a Diary for an extended period of time with the Dark Lord, but then he construed that I betrayed Harry. I could have lived with that, but then, they turned a place that I loved into a prison! I could have lived with no human contact, not even being allowed to have my own clothes in my room because I might use them for some dark purpose! But, I could not live with not being allowed to return to my education."
"I'll call the Order," some unknown voice called out.
Hermione whipped her head around to see who it was. Her eyes narrowed at the redhead standing across the room. "No, Ronald! You have business with me first," she called out, her face transformed by a furious snarl. Hermione drew her wand at Ron. "No one will try to kill my son and get away with it." Her voice was deadly quiet.
She saw Neville and Seamus draw their wands at her statement. She could see that both boys were having some kind of internal turmoil over the situation. For Neville, it was particularly intense, knowing that Hermione was fighting on the side that hurt his parents, but at the same time knowing that Hermione was a reasonable witch. She must have a damned good reason for changing sides.
"That Slytherin spawn needs to be eliminated, even Professor Dumbledore agrees!" Ron shouted across the Great Hall. Gasps erupted across the room at the suggestion that the Headmaster condoned killing an innocent child.
"Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked meekly, unwilling to believe the statement one of her own students had asserted.
"His creation is owed solely to an evil artifact known as as horcrux. The child was born without love and therefore he will only know evil," Dumbledore said with a sneer. "Much like Tom Riddle himself."
"That's not true! My child is born out of love!" Hermione shouted, to Voldemort's chagrin. She supposed he didn't want their personal business shouted to the rafters. "And people can change! Voldemort has changed!" Hermione looked over at her husband and saw his face in a stoic mask. She wasn't sure if he would be happy about her revealing that, but he didn't do anything to stop her. Before she could think about it though, she let out a gasp, feeling the sharp sting of a diffindo in her shoulder.
She turned around, seeing Ron with his wand raised. It was on now - there was no way that she wasn't going to fight back. Her eyes narrowed, and she started marching towards him, silently deflected spell after spell that he threw her way. After Ron had thrown the first spell, the whole Great Hall seemed to erupt in an explosion of light, spells shooting off in every which way.
Hermione noticed that, as she approached Ron and was completely unphased by his wandwork, his face was falling rapidly. Unfortunately for Ron, she had been trained by the best Death Eaters. Once she reached him, she smirked. "You never practised your spell work enough Ronald," she said dispassionately. "Always too lazy to put the work in." She then quickly entered his mind, ripping through memories to find ones of her.
Savagely, she ripped through memory after memory, not caring that Ron had been reduced to a whimpering mass. She found very distasteful, sexual thoughts about her, but all of his memories of her were always tinged with a veil of dislike and jealousy. As if his body wanted her, he lusted over her, but at the same time hated her because he thought that he was above her. Further, he had always thought that she prepared Harry over him - just like everyone else.
Ron was gritting his teeth, trying not to cry from the sensation of having his mind torn through rapidly. He could hear Hermione's voice in his head. "You are right Ron, you were never and will never be good enough for me. I have always liked Harry more and you are nothing special. I did pick a Slytherin over you." Hermione was then projecting one of her own memories into his head. "But you got one thing wrong. It wasn't Draco's baby. It was Voldemort's." Ron did then begin crying seeing Hermione's intimate moments with Voldemort from that very moment.
Hermione left his head, seeing him on his knees, his self-esteem completely decimated, his mind torn apart. "This is for Evan you bastard! Crucio!"
It was the only time she had ever successfully cast that particular spell on another person, and it hurt her to use it, but she needed to for the sake of her son. She ended it quickly, keeping it on for only about ten seconds. When he was lying on the floor she quickly cast an incarcerous curse. She wanted him to spend time in Azkaban, paying for what he'd done.
Harry and Voldemort, meanwhile, had begun fighting with Dumbledore. Voldemort had to admit that he was actually fairly impressed with the younger wizard. He was full of passion and seemed to give every ounce of his strength into each spell. But, he was also desperately Gryffindor, his thoughts telegraphed on his face.
Voldemort on the other hand was trying not to use any spells that were considered too dark, on Harry's request.
The rest of his Death Eaters were fighting any students which dared to fight back. He noticed the Weasley girl fighting ferociously against Bellatrix, but clearly losing. The Longbottom boy was standing, looking dumbly, as if he couldn't decide which side he wanted to be on.
"Harry, think about what you are doing! Remember the prophecy, only one of you can live while the other survives. He will just kill you after he gets me out of the way! I am the only one who can protect you," Dumbledore begged, while fighting off spells. Voldemort noted how desperate the older wizard sounded.
"Now Voldemort! Just like we planned!" Harry shouted, sweat rolling down his dirty face.
Voldemort could tell that the boy was tiring rapidly from deflecting the curses from the older man. "Are you sure?" Voldemort asked, unsure of how this would work. He didn't appreciate talking commands from the younger wizard.
"It has to work!" Harry said. "On three!" Voldemort prepared himself and he watch Dumbledore become more and more panicked when he realized that Voldemort and Harry were actively working with one another. "One. Two. Three!"
"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort and Harry shouted out the spell and the same time.
Their spells locked with Dumbledore's curse for a few seconds which felt like hours. It was a similar situation to those that he had been in with Harry in the put every ounce of love he felt for Hermione into the spell, hoping that it would strengthen it. Before long, Dumbledore's wand flew out of his hand towards the pair. Voldemort reached out, and caught it.
Immediately, he could feel an unusual power settle over him, his eyes widening. He stared at the wand in his hand as he realized what had just happened. He was now the wielder of the Elder Wand, making him the most powerful wizard alive. He didn't think anyone else had realized it, and he wanted to keep it that way.
"Incarcerous!" Harry bound up Dumbledore. "We will see what the Wizengamot decides to do with you!" Harry knew that Scrimgeour was a fair man and he would see that Dumbledore wasn't afforded any protections from the law.
When people began to notice that Dumbledore had been bested, there was a clattering of wands around the Great Hall, as fighting students quickly gave up against the Dark wizards. Most of the students were left free, despite their surrender, knowing that they had been mislead by Dumbledore.
Voldemort quickly scanned the room, looking for Hermione. When he couldn't find her immediately, he began to panic, his heartbeat rapidly rising. However, he quickly caught sight of her curly brown hair. She was smiling and dragging a levitating Ronald Weasley behind her, bound and crying. When she reached him, he wrapped her into a hug, squeezing her tightly. His heartbeat began to slow down, but still insistently beat against his chest. He knew now that love definitely had not made him weak.
"Let's drop these fools off at the Ministry and then go home. I don't think I can bare being apart from Evan for another minute," Hermione said smiling, knowing that Voldemort didn't care about everyone seeing him being so affectionate. Or maybe he had just forgotten their surroundings.
Nodding, he said. "I would love that," he agreed, surprised by how much he missed the baby. He'd fought for his son's life today, and it had meant more to him than he ever thought it could. They begin walking out of the Great Hall together, Ron and Dumbledore in tow. "What would you think about having our Bond renewed?" he asked, knowing that Hermione hadn't had the pleasure of an marriage outside of the Diary.
Hermione's smile broadened at the suggestion. She stood on her tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She knew that was just Voldemort trying to tell her he loved her. "I would love that," she heartily agreed.