"It has come to my attention," Tom's eyes met each of his followers, causing some to flinch, "That some of you are treating your children like animals."

Hermione barred her teeth.

"If you continue, we will have to make an example out of you." Tom drawled.

Hermione smirked. "And we will enjoy it much more than you will."

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As war loomed on the horizon, Tom asked Hermione to marry him. The ring he gave her was a beautiful silver ring, with a single emerald held in place by the open mouths of two snakes.

They had a small wedding with only their most loyal supporters there. A sixteen year-old Bellatrix was Hermione's maid of honor.

"When I'm a grown up, I'm going to be just like you." Bella stated as she was helping Hermione get ready. "I'm ready for the Dark Mark.

"Tom only takes those who are over seventeen, Bella. You'll have to wait a year." Hermione smiled at Bella's outraged expression.

"Patience is not a virtue I possess." Bellatrix growled. Her magic crackled off of her, making her already unruly curls even more unruly.

"Perhaps I could take you on as my apprentice this summer?" Hermione smiled. She hated to admit it, but Bella was her favorite Black sister, she didn't want the girls thinking she was playing favorites.

"Yes please!" Bella clapped her hands and jumped up and down, much like a small child would when they got something they wanted.

Shaking her head, Hermione gently pushed Bella out the door. It was time for her to walk down the aisle.

A wizarding priest, who just so happened to follow Lord Voldemort, presided over the wedding.

Tom couldn't keep his eyes off of Hermione. The only way he knew the wedding was over, was when the priest started the ancient bonding ritual that bound them together.

As soon as the golden glow left their arms, Hermione and Tom apparated to the Riddle house and swept his wife off her feet.

Hermione let loose a very girlish squeal. "Tom!"

"What?" He smirked down at her. "You are rather light."

"Tom." Hermione giggled as she smacked his chest.

The Dark Lord just smiled as he carried her into the house and up the stairs. Once he entered the bedroom, he gently set her on her feet. Leaning forward he caught her lips in a searing kiss.

Hermione fisted the front of his shirt with one hand, the other tangled in his black hair.

Tom's hands went to the Hermione's back and started unlacing her dress. When the final tie came lose, the beautiful white dress slide off her body, to crumple to the floor.

Kicking it out of the way, Hermione grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. It landed near her dress. The rest of their clothes were deposited on the floor in a similar manner, the newlyweds were not concerned with their clothing at the moment.

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Yawning, Hermione slowly opened her eyes, a smile stretching across her face at the sight of her sleeping lover. Slowly getting out of bed, Hermione picked up Tom's discarded shirt and pulled it on. On bare feet she padded out of the room. She was starving, and she was sure that when Tom woke up, he would be too.

Humming to herself, Hermione started making omelets. The smell wafted up the stairs and roused the slumbering Dark Lord.

Hermione smiled when she heard the floor boards above her creaking. A few minutes later, the stairs groaned as Tom made his way down them.

"Tom," Hermione turned to her husband. "I accepted Bella as my apprentice this summer."

"You did? That's fantastic!" Riddle grinned, while he would have preferred to have continued last night's activates, that was great news. Bellatrix was a very powerful witch, who was obsessed with the Dark Arts. Having his witch teach her would be perfect.

The witch nodded. "I did. She was ecstatic about it."

"You know she looks up to you." Tom turned to his wife. "She considers you to be her mother."

Hermione shook her head. "No, she had a mother, who hates her. I'm her mum and she is my daughter."

The Dark Lord smiled at his wife. "I trust you'll train her well?"

Hermione smirked and leaned in for a kiss. "You know I will."

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A/N: Drabbles…