Oh guys, I am SO touched. I had like 20 emails telling me that you guys put this story on story alert, your favorite list, or reviewed! Now bear with this chapter because it is rather quick…The story mainly takes place years after this so don't expect TOO much detail. I love you all!

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Ch. 2

"Wake up Hermione, we're getting married today." My eyes flung open and I was looking up at Voldemort. "Eat and get ready," he told me before leaving. The house elves brought me food, but I couldn't eat. They insisted and finally were driven to force feed me.

Then, they got me in my wedding dress. I did nothing to help them. I just lay there. I think I was in shock. I didn't want to believe what was about to happen. They led me to the hall where the ceremony was to take place and my heart was beating incredibly fast. I felt trapped and claustrophobic. I wanted to run, but suddenly Rodolphus Lestrange, Bellatrix's husband, held my arm. Why in the world does HE have to represent my father? I thought bitterly. Why do I even care? We headed down the aisle and I could hear only the pounding of my heart.

All too soon, I was standing beside him. He wore a muggle suit and I was dully surprised by that. He smirked at me the whole time. Suddenly, it was time for me to say the dreaded "I do."

"I do." The words flew so quickly and freely out of my mouth I almost gasped. I looked up at Voldemort and he gave me a small wink. I blinked. Slowly understanding dawned on me. The bloody prat had imperiused me! He knew that I would not have been able to say it on my own. I felt cheated. I was angry, so angry-

His practically non-existent lips were touching mine. I was disgusted. I tried to push him away but he was holding my waist. He released me, but then grasped my hand.

Oh Gosh.

I was Voldemort's wife.

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Our honeymoon lasted a whole bloody week. We stayed a gorgeous inn, I'll admit. The food was delicious, I'll agree. In fact, it would've been rather nice if it weren't for HIM. The nights were the worst. Every night before he'd bring me to bed, I'd try to kill myself. It never worked. He always stopped me. I felt disgusting every morning, not quite believing what he had done to me, yet realizing it as I found myself wrapped in his cold arms. I'd always take a long shower to try and wash myself of the feeling of his touch. I'd examine myself for bruises, but never found any. That was strange, considering he had to be rough with me since I resisted.

"Why me?" I screamed at him one night, emotionally.

He smirked at me. "My dear Hermione, you do realize how valuable you are to me, do you not?"

"What?" I asked.

"You are the best friend of my late arch-nemesis. You are the brightest witch of your age. Lastly, you are a symbol of the Light. Symbolically, I have taken the Light and it is now mine," he said, kissing me.

The days were alright. He'd let me do whatever I wanted as long as he was with me. I went swimming in the huge indoor pool a lot. He would come along. He was actually an incredibly good swimmer. I found this out when I tried to drown myself. He had been at my side in an instant and pulled me up. He yelled at me, but I couldn't care less.

Finally, the week of torture was up and we returned to his headquarters, the Malfoy Mansion. The next couple of weeks involved me going to every single stupid death eater meeting and spending every meal at his right side. Every night, I'd be wrapped in his disgusting embrace.

One day, I felt sick, so I did all kinds of spells to see what was wrong. All the spells said I was fine...so I tried a different one. My stomach glowed from the spell. Oh no. No, no, no. I was carrying the Dark Lord's baby.

I entered my bedroom, white as a ghost. Or rather, whiter than my husband, and that's saying something. He looked up from the book he was reading. "What's wrong?" he asked. I couldn't speak. I walked over and sat beside him on the couch. He looked at me inquisitively.

"I'm gonna have a baby," I whispered, as if it were some dirty secret. It kind of was. He froze, a bit shocked. Then, his mouth curved into an evil smile.

"Really?" he asked. I nodded and he picked me up and spun me around. "This is great!" he said happily. He laughed maniacally. I had a headache and the spinning wasn't helping. I put a hand to my temple and he laid me down on the bed. "Can I get you anything?" he asked, kneeling beside me.

Whoa...The Dark Lord serving a mudblood? I thought. This was all so confusing. "Pain reliever?" I asked. He muttered a charm and I sighed contently as the pain left me.

"Anything else?"

"I want you to leave," I said, smirking. I crossed my fingers, hoping he would leave.

"No can do, babe."

Gr...so close, I thought. He got into bed beside me and held me. I was exhausted and soon fell asleep, my husband grinning stupidly the whole time.