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Hundreds of people seated in rows like a normal chapel, all turned to see me, they were all deatheaters and followers-dressed in black without the masks. A passage was cleared between them leading to a standing Voldemort in dress robes, looking away from me. Waiting.

I nervously stepped towards him, it seemed like it went on for miles and my trail took up the whole length pf the aisle! I was shaking as I got nearer and nearer, screaming in my head to run away, but soon I was next to him, I turned to him as he looked down at me.

“You are beautiful”

“You picked out the dress master”

“I had it made”, he smiled which I returned slightly. A nervous looking priest stood before us, he obviously didn’t want to be doing this but you simply cant refuse the dark lord.

“We are gathered here to witness the marriage of this wizard and this witch…”, the priest recited aloud, Voldemort held my hand as I clung on tightly to his. I wasn’t listening to the priest because I was so scared, I just heard the last part.
“Do you Tom Marvolo Riddle take Hermione Jean Granger to be your lawful wedded wife?”, he asked. Voldemort showed a slight sign of disgust at his birth name being used but marriage only works when the it is recited.

“I do”, he smiled and took a silver ring from the priest and put it on my ring finger.

“And do you Hermione Jean Granger take Tom Marvolo Riddle to be you lawful wedded husband?”, the priest turned to me. I stuttered but once I looked into Voldemort’s eyes I knew what needed to be done, deep down I felt a tinge of happiness rising inside.

“I do”, I placed a matching ring on his finger as well, I smiled as I thought that I wasn’t the only one marked anymore.

“I now pronounce you man and wife, You may now kiss the bride”, a ring of applause came from the forgotten audience. As I felt unexpected confetti fall to my hair, Voldemort took my lips into a deep kiss, I didn’t return it at first but eventually gave in, we explored our tongues, my arms around his neck, his at my waist. “I and happy to introduce the Dark Lord and the Dark Lady!”, even more applause as I thought about my new title. A dark lady? Is that what I am now? It didn’t matter anymore, maybe it was a good thing.

“Not just my slave anymore, my wife”, he whispered with a smile

“Your bastard you know that”, I also smiled when I realised, “I don’t have to call you master anymore?”

“I think even though Im your master you are now my wife, things change”, he replied simply holding my hand. I looked round to see that all the chairs were gone so the room was just left with everyone having fun standing, some talking-some even dancing to music which just started playing. The trail on my dress had shortened so now it wasn’t in the way of everyone.
It felt like a real celebration.
“You make me happy”, he told me randomly but even more shockingly as he and I sat on chairs-away from his throne.

“That’s…unexpected”,

“Maybe. But when im with you I feel better, I hate when im away from this place, when I cant see you often. Yes I guess it does sound surprising, I am the dark lord after all, but that doesn’t change how I feel for you”

“You confuse me so much. I don’t know if I can believe you, you despise emotions”

“I was wrong in that sense, I just despise emotions what turn a man into a weakling. You don’t want to be here, I hope that changes someday”

“No. the change gas already been made, maybe im wrong but deep down I wouldn’t leave if I had the choice anymore”, I said truthfully, he was the only person who actually cared about me. “I hate how you hurt me, I hate what you do but more than anything I hate how I feel about you”, I kissed him in the cheek and smiled.

“Milord I would like to congratulate you and your new wife”, a voice said before us.

“Thank you Severus, and I hope you are enjoying the celebrations?”

“Yes milord, I was just about to have a discussion about the use of blood in a certain potion”,

“You should have a break while you’re here, you know its rare that I would want that so make the most of it”

“Thank you milord but I prefer my work to dances, congratulations once again”, Voldemort nodded before Snape walked off, I had a smile I just couldn’t wipe off.

“Can I dance with him? I know you wouldn’t like it but deserves a break as you say and it will be my way of thanking him for healing and being there for me”, I asked quietly, he considered me for a moment.

“Very well, I suppose he does deserve a dance with the most beautiful lady in the room, he has done well lately. I have people to talk to anyway”, he replied coolly, I kissed him as I got up and walked into the crowds, faced with various ‘congratulations’ and smiles followed by ‘milady’, I would never get used to it I said in my head. I saw Snape sitting down next to what looked like a vampire in deep conversation so I began to stride towards him only to be stopped my someone tall with blonde sleek hair.

“Excuse me Malfoy”, I muttered impatiently.

“I just wanted to congratulate you, I must say I was surprised but you seem happy enough”

“Thanks”

“Yeah and id like to tell you you look really hot, maybe we should get together sometime again”, he added with a smirk. I slapped him hard across the face knocking him back a bit, he grabbed his cheek with a wince, “Come on! I was joking, no need to get pissed! I would never touch the dark lords wife unless I wanted to commit suicide”

“Don’t worry, we wont be in the same bed together ever again! So there’s no need to dwell on that!”, I sneered and barged past him, no one hopefully noticed my slap because I didn’t want people to see this side what started to appear in me. I didn’t expect to slap him though, it just…well happened, I didn’t even feel it coming, nor did I even feel it happening, weird. I carried on my way through the maze of people and finally I got to Snape who looked up as the vampire left.

“Milady”, he acknowledged with a nod.

“There’s no need to address me as that”

“Its out of respect, you are his wife now. What was it you wanted?”

“I wanted to ask for a dance if that’s not to much trouble”

“A dance?”

“Yes, it’s a thing people do to music”, I laughed being sarcastic to him was funny, “Come on, just one! Its my way of thanking you for helping me out, my husbands ok with it”, it was truly weird saying husband. He sat thinking about it for a few minutes but eventually took my hand, it was a slow song playing but it made it easier to talk to him as he held my body to his.

“I know I’ve already said it but thanks for healing me earlier”

“I was ordered to, but that’s alright, I would of even if I wasn’t”

“I appreciate that”

“So you got over your hate for him quickly then?”

“I cant hold a grudge in this place, it wouldn’t work, were married now so maybe its my last chance at being happy. Does that make me a bad person?”, I asked timidly

“No, it doesn’t”, he replied as we swayed slightly to the music. Never thought id dance with a teacher, Snape in fact but then again a lot of unexpected things have happened as of lately.
“you’ve had a lot to deal with. Being kidnapped, tortured, turned into a slave, been pregnant and now your married and your only 17!”

“I feel older than that, and yes I’ve dealt with a lot but im still here. If ,my classmates could see me now…”

“its going to be all over the daily prophet tomorrow. Talking of classmates…I saw you slap Draco, and it looked like a hard one, what did he do now?”, he asked curiously with a smirk.

“Nothing, just acting like a regular teenager, I guess I have grown up while I’ve been here”, I sighed

“Yes you have. Ill take care of him later, he’s gone a bit sexually frustrated since his time with you”

“You know about that?”, I said shocked.

“Of course! I know a lot more than you could ever think. Well I didn’t know he was your type”

“Very funny, no he isn’t. I wanted my own back on him so I slept with Malfoy. I will never ever touch him again, he was good but just such a dickhead!”

“Yeah well I don’t need to know what goes on in your sex life”

“Sorry, but you asked”, I smiled “Hope you’re enjoying yourself”

“I am”, he smirked. After a bit I saw Narcissa and wanted to speak to her.

“I erm…better go back to see the dark lord, he’ll be waiting for me. But before I go can you give the order a message? Tell them I am happy and that I will never ever return to them!”

“Ok then, I can do that”

“Thanks again”, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and left his arms. I bumped my way through groups of deatheaters conversing, some dancing with partners-it was a happy occasion, ending to Narcissa.

“Congrats your now milady”, she said brightly with a courtesy, “You seem happier than you did”

“I am strangely, I cant quite work it out”, I said with a confused look on my face, “Im just as confusing as him, sometimes I hate him others I lov-like him”, I murmured hastily, she looked surprised but had a grin on her face.

“You love him don’t you?”

“No, erm no…I don’t know, what is love really? How can I love someone who hurts me?”

“yeah but look at what he’s done for you and the protection you receive. You came here as a pitiful slave, look at you now! You’re the dark lords wife! Pain can be good, it shows you your still alive, that sounds depressing but its true”

“I suppose your right in that sense, and well I’ve decided im not going to waste my life debating in my mind how I feel for him, all I know is that I am happy”

“Good for you and congratulations once again”

“Thanks and thanks again for being nice, you really helped me out earlier”

“Anytime”

“well I best be getting back to him then. By the way when Draco comes back to you in a strop, don’t worry about it, Severus will deal with it”, she looked at me confused but nodded. Im beginning to see her as a friend, even though we’ve only been on speaking terms for a few hours, I always thought she’d be a stuck up snob, of course it was Lucius’s doing.
I spotted Voldemort on his throne watching me so I went over.

“I was just thanking Narcissa for helping me out earlier”,

“Its up to you who you speak to in here. I liked watching you dance but now we shall dance”, and we did for what felt like hours of bliss. He was kind once again, he held me so tight it was like he would never let go and the strange thing was…I didn’t want him to. Finally the music stopped as he pulled me along in front of everyone, everyone was happy and really enjoying themselves, that sort of thing didn’t happen with the order.
“My loyal followers”, he announced loudly with his arm around my waist, “I would like to thank you on behalf of myself and my new bride! Soon the world will be mine, along with my wife at my side, for now eat, drink and be merry!”, he said happily which received a lot of cheers, he was rarely in such a good mood-especially in front of so many people! He then lowered his voice so only I could hear, “I’ve wanted to touch your body, be inside of you since I first saw you as we wedded”, his voice sending me exciting shivers as I felt his breath my neck.

“Maybe we should go back to your chambers unless you want to give your followers a show”, I smirked

“Our chambers. Lets get out of here”, he apparated us out as soon as he said it. I didn’t care, I wanted him.

He undid the back of my dress the muggle way while kissing my neck and leaving light bites, romantic in its own way. Once I was free of my clothes it was my turn to tease his neck while undoing him, so slow we were but once we were naked everything seemed to speed up. Savaging each others bodies with kisses and bites, tension building as we knocked over chairs and other things in the heat, finally we were on the bed and he thrust his full length inside of me making us both moan in passion-no pain for me. That was just the start of a marathon session lasting to the early hours. My last cry as I hit peak and he rolled to my side, both breathing heavy and drenched in sweat.

“I think I love you”, I whispered. He tortures and kills for pleasure but still he also brings me pleasure and happiness a lot of the time, nothing left for me but him, my master, my husband.

“I don’t know as I’ve never felt it but now I can. I think I love you too”, the first time he had said that in his life and it was to me. The most evil man in the world declaring his love for his slave.

“Why?”

“I could ask you the same thing”

“Honestly I don’t know, maybe its because you’re the only one who cares about me”

“Many care about you. I’ve never felt this…emotion, never thought I would, its alien to me, like you I have no idea”, I smiled and fell into a deep sleep because I was so exhausted.

*

I awoke in his arms, he was already awake reading a newspaper but put it down when he saw me.

“Morning”, he said cheerfully kissing my forehead, “I cant stay long but I wanted to see you when you awoke, I have business to get to”

“Ok then that’s fine with me, you have a lot to catch up on I guess mast-eurgh! I cant get out of the habit of calling you master!”, he laughed

“Call me something else then”

“It feels weird calling you Voldemort, it just doesn’t feel right”

“Well, maybe…I hate the name, but it may make you more comfortable as long as you only sat it when its just the two of us, other times address me as the dark lord, call me Tom”

“Tom? I like it, but you absolutely despise it! I wont call you something you don’t like”

“Don’t worry about it-as long as its only when were in private”

“Very well Tom“, I smiled and kissed his lips, “I cant believe im here you know. In your arms, married and happy, strange don’t you think?”

“Not anymore. Ill see you later today, not exactly a honeymoon I can offer you but you know that already”, he gave me one last kiss before disaparating.

Im not doing a bad thing am I? im married to the darkest wizard in history and am quite happy about it, I’ve no one to betray seeing as Harry and Dumbledore betrayed me, hurting me. I don’t agree with Voldemort’s actions, I hate how he murders people and takes pleasure in it, but other than that I think I have fallen in love with him. The bastard makes me happy.

I marvelled at the ring on my finger, solid silver which wouldn’t come off my finger, no matter how much I tried-I didn’t want it off but just wanted to check. The tiara was still in my hair, funny how it didn’t fall out after being with him in every position possible, I pulled it out slowly, enchanted by its shine and placed it on the bedside table with the newspaper Voldemort was reading earlier. I picked it up seeing as it was the first time I hadn’t read the paper in months and was curious to what people were reading about today. A picture which took up half the front page was of me and Voldemort kissing after being married under a large headline.

HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED MARRIED!

The unbelievable reports that You-know-who has married will send shivers down many spines and shock even more today!
The bride is non other than 17 year old ex-Gryffindor student of Hogwarts Hermione Granger-kidnapped last July by deatheaters at the ministry of magic and thought to be dead. This news brings surprise and suspicion to many that knew her, but some say it is definitely true.
The big question now is why?
“I’ve told you before she is capable of more than she’s been given credit for, she was the most talented witch in Hogwarts and is now using that to help the dark lord”, Draco Malfoy insisted in the early hours at Daily Prophet headquarters…

The article just went on and on about me, discussing if I was bad or was it me under Imperio-neither which are true, tears came to my eyes as I read but put it down halfway through, the article took up most of the paper. The picture was nice though, we were pretty good kissers from far away and I looked pretty, shame the whole world is going to see it as a terrible thing.

I sat and ate a big breakfast in bed which had been supplied on a tray while ignoring the paper, afterwards I settled to sleep some more because I only had a few hours before. I smiled once more before entering dream world.

*

Hundreds of miles away a dark haired buy with a lighting bolt scar screamed in shock and fury.

“She married him! I don’t believe it!”, he shouted, holding up the paper to a table full of wizards and witches.

“Harry im afraid its true, she has succumbed to him, willingly and happily it seems”, Dumbledore said quietly from the corner, Harry looked at him in disbelief, clearly upset.

“After what you did to her Potter no doubt she didn’t care how it affected you, you betrayed her and so she saw that she wasn’t betraying someone she didn’t trust” , Snape said annoyed.

“You were there weren’t you! Weren’t you!”

“Yes and it was quite a good celebration I must say, she told me she was happy and that she will never return to the order-even if she had the choice”

“You lie”

“Why would I? is it really that hard to believe? You nearly killed her and you succeeded in the killing of her baby!”, Snape said angrily Harry looked up in shock.

“Baby?”, he ask confused, Snape turned to Dumbledore even angrier than before.

“You didn’t tell the boy!”

“I thought it was best”, Dumbledore replied quietly, “Harry I suppose you should know then. Hermione was pregnant when you stabbed her, she lost the baby”

“No! I killed a baby, that’s why she’s so pissed at me then, Im so sorry I didn’t mean-wait, who was the father?”, he looked to Snape suspiciously.

“Who do you think, the dark lord you stupid boy!”

“She was going to have his baby? Then I take it back, it was a good thing I killed it, no good would of come from it”

“Yes Harry you’re right in that sense, but she doesn’t see it like that, you forget it was her baby as well and Snape had reported she was very happy about being a mum. She was devastated afterwards and vowed never to trust any of us ever again, we’ve lost her Harry to the darkness”, Dumbledore said sadly.

Everyone sitting at the table bowed their heads out of regret and sorrow. The brilliant brains of the golden trio was now the devils wife, lost in the darkness.

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Hermione is happy now, well happier than before, she’s confused at that but she realises she does love him, Voldemort is also starting to feel it. It is said he cant feel love, but as he says he only despises when love makes a man a weakling-which he will never be.
The last part was just to show a bit how the order are, they’re doing badly coping in the war and have realised now they have probably truly lost Hermione.