The Contract (Hermoine/Voldemort story)

Chapter 3

Hermione enjoyed reading the books Voldemort gave her. After she confirmed that the bedroom door was indeed locked as Voldemort said, she sighed, resigned to her situation, and began reviewing the books. She started with the oldest, which where in Latin. She enjoyed reading Latin and had learned it years before. Even so, she was thankful for the lexicon Voldemort provided her as she didn't want to miss any words.

Most of the books were like fairy tale stories for children. Some were about great kings and queens who managed to do great deeds with powers from the cup. Hermione could understand why Voldemort was interested in it. If it had even half the powers the stories claimed it to have, it would be priceless. In addition to the power to give immortality, the cup could tell the future, restore life to the dead, poison enemies, transform deserts into oasis, heal the sick, give strength, power, fame, money, magic… The list went on and on. However, Hermione thought that there was a veil of truth to these stories. The cup always looked the same. A modest wooden cup that turned into gold when someone of pure spirit touched it. If the part about the pure spirit was true, she couldn't help but think that Voldemort would never find it.

Unable to leave the bedroom, she called on Lolly two more times asking for food. When dusk approached, she was laying on the bed sipping a cup of tea with one hand and reading a book with the other. It was in that position that Voldemort found her.

"Have you had a pleasant day?" he asked.

Hermione jumped when she heard him and spilled some of her tea onto her hand. She cursed and quickly placed the cup on the nightstand. Thankfully, she hadn't spilled any on the book.

"Language," Voldemort said, as he cleaned up her mess with a lazy flick of his wand.

Hermione looked at him. He appeared… happy. He was smiling. Hermione felt her heart beat faster in fear. What was he planning to do?

"I brought you your truck," he said. "I have, of course, taken away all weapons. You didn't bring much else."

"I-I didn't think I would need much…," she mumbled.

He arched an eyebrow. "You seem tense."

"I…" She grew quite. She had placed the necklace in her shoe instead of around her neck and she found that she was more nervous. The calming properties of the necklace were reduced. However, she would deal with it. She had too.

He frowned. "Have you done something?"

"What? How could I? I've been here reading all day… I even found the bell and a House-Elf brought me some food."

"You weren't tense this morning," he commented.

Hermione opened her mouth, but closed it again. For some reason, she didn't want Voldemort to know about the necklace. Couldn't she have some secrets?

"Tell me what you are hiding," he demanded, suddenly angry.

She had to say something, quickly! "I'm… I'm afraid of having sex," she confessed quickly and blushed.

He stared at her, then he smiled. "You are a virgin."

She nodded, too embarrassed to say anything.

Voldemort sat down on the bed next to her. "You have nothing to worry about. I am obligated not to harm you. You will enjoy it."

Hermione blushed even more. Not only because of the embarrassing subject, but also because she couldn't help but feel a little attracted to Voldemort. He seemed to know what she was thinking, because he smiled and made her lay down on the bed. He muttered a spell and waved his wand. She guessed it was a contraceptive charm, but she didn't have time to ask. Her heart felt like it was about to leave her chest when he joined her on the bed and moved on top of her. He stroked her arms and then placed them over her head holding her with a firm grip.