Mine

I know I may be young, but I've got feelings too.
And I need to do what I feel like doing.
So let me go and just listen.
-Britney Spears-Slave for you

*

Once again I was in the hospital wing, watching my woman being prodded and tested by a couple of healers, this is humiliating! The wife if the dark lord should not be looking so weak! I made sure only two healers were present as well as Snape.

“Her heart rate is slowing at a fast rate milord”, Snape told me as I arrived, “the curse is doing as it should, killing her slowly over a few hours”

“What the fuck have you done to me you son of a bitch!”, Hermione growled weakly on the bed, she kept slipping in and out of consciousness and was still under the curse.

“Snape, why is she being affected if she cant die!”, I demanded while ignoring Hermione

“because she is still under the curse. The horcrux will just stop her dying at the end and hopefully she will be back to normal…that is…if she did make one?”, he raised an eyebrow

“Of course she…”, I spun round to Hermione and lowered my voice so only she could hear, “You did make the horcrux didn’t you?”, she just smirked back.
“Im being serious Hermione, if you did not make it, you are going to die”

“It doesn’t bother me, I have served my master and if im meant to die then I shall. If I find out you have done this to me though, you are the one who is going to die!”

“You stupid fool! Did you or did you not create the horcrux?”

“I cant remember, you see I have no memory of anything I have done during this week, I just remember the people I have met”, she laughed, “I have no idea what you are talking about when you speak of me creating a horcrux. You better cross your fingers for luck”, she added sarcastically.

“I need to kill someone”, I threatened before calming down. “Im removing the pregnancy charm”, I stated before flicking my wand and watching her eyes widen as she saw her very big pregnancy bump.

“What the hell!”

“You see Hermione, you better have created this horcrux for the sake of our children’s lives, and that’s not even counting you!”

“Our?”

“Yes our children! Now don’t fucking die!”

“Why do you care of my health? I have done what I was supposed to do, cause some chaos and now im done. You call me Hermione, im not her, I was her apparently-”, she cut off as she drifted into unconsciousness again, this time her heart rate slowing even more.

“She’s dying”, I said stunned, I couldn’t even think straight. The only person in my life I had ever cared for, the only person I had ever loved…was dying before my eyes.
“Fuck”

“Milord I pray that you stay calm”, Severus whispered as her condition begin to deteriate fast. “This is the last chance you have to allow a caesarean”

“No. she is going to live and she is going to give birth properly”, I said, I wouldn’t allow it.

-

Five hours later.

“Don’t die on me now”, Voldemort ordered Hermione as he held her in his arms tight as her life began draining away, “please…”, he whispered in her ear sadly. He couldn’t believe how much emotion he was feeling as the one woman in his life he had ever cared for, was dying.

The life monitor machine she was connected to let out a beep, similar to a muggle one, pronouncing her gone.

“No!”, he shouted angrily to her, Snape and the healers in the room knew best to leave quickly, and they were alone.
“Wake up”, he whispered, “wake up! Just wake up! I order you to!”, his voice getting more and more urgent as he tried to shake her.
“Please…Hermione I love you, I need you, I cant lose you…”, he gasped, he had never felt emotion like he was feeling as he held her in his arms. “why the fuck didn’t you create the horcrux! I don’t know how im supposed to live without you Hermione", he whispered with closed eyes.
His heart was thumping against his chest as he couldn’t let go of her in silence, that’s when he noticed something.
His heartbeat was irregular, thumping twice as much as usual.
It wasn’t his heart beat.
The life support machine was making sounds.

“it’s a good thing I created a horcrux then Tom”, he heard a faint voice he was oh so familiar with, placing Hermione’s body back on the pillow and believing he was hearing things, she let out a deep and long breath as her eyes opened wide.

“Hermione?”

“Yes?”, she smiled weakly with a look of confusion, answering as if she had just been asleep the whole time.

“You…you…”

“I cant remember anything I did during the week”, she whispered,

“Its ok…If you ever even think of leaving me again like this I will kill a lot of people!”

“ill remember that”, she chuckled before falling to sleep.

He sat there, stunned.
“what the fuck has just happened”, he gasped.

Voldemort sat staring at his wife, playing with the curls surrounding her head like a halo, remembering her rosy lips as she kissed his, her skin still mildly warm as he could almost still feel how they made love so many times in the past…
It wasn’t over. She was still his and he hadn’t lost her.

*


Your in shock, I told myself as I sat by Hermione’s side with a muggle whisky in my hand. I had spent the last week worried sick about would she survive or not and then she dies…my whole world crumbed unexpectedly…
And then she wakes up.
Just like that.
Am I angry? Yes.
Why? Because I felt weak.
Aren’t you happy you have your wife back? Yes of course-oh fuck off! I threw my drink at the opposite wall out of anger of being interrogated by myself in my head!

I had sat by her side for hours, I didn’t realise before this how much I needed her in my life.
How the fuck did I survive with out her before?

“Tom?”, I heard her whisper as she came round, I liked her calling me by my muggle name, it just made me appreciate her more that she called me something no one else was allowed to. I shouldn’t have been angry with her in the past for calling me it.

“Hermione you must rest, you had your life sucked out of you almost completely, you are weak”

“Im sorry”

“For what?”

“Making you feel dreadful”

“Shh its ok”, he placed a finger on her lips, “I forgive you for anything you may have made me feel. Are you too weak to talk?”

“I don’t think so-wait, are the babies ok!”, she sat up quickly

“Yes, yes. I refused to have a caesarean on you, they survived and are still well inside of you”, I assured her as she felt her bump with a smile.

“Thank you”, she said while pushing herself carefully to the back of the bed to lean on.

“Do you remember anything from your week?”

“No I don’t, I just remember a green light and then nothing, I just remember waking to see you”

“How do you remember the horcrux then?”

“I said I didn’t remember anything I did while under the curse…I created the horcrux before”, she revealed with a sigh.

“You what?”, I raised an eyebrow, “but you told me you would have nothing to do with it. And how the hell did you do it!”

“I realised I couldn’t risk my babies lives, so I created the horcrux. I-I created the horcrux after talking to Snape, before shouting at you in the middle of your meeting…I was angry, I knew I had to do it, but I felt I had to argue…im sorry...i just felt bad. I did some research in your library months ago about it, you have plenty of books on the subject…I killed some old person in your dungeon, one who I believed was going to die soon anyway. I wouldn’t think you would notice, him being a muggle and unimportant, probably in the dungeon for some minor crime. I transfigured the body into a twig and left it, after I created the horcrux of course…I felt dreadful, like my soul was being ripped up…”, she began to get tearful as I held her hand tight.

“I cant believe you did something so dark with your own mind, I love how you surprise me. You are weak, I want you to rest”, I moved her back to a lying position while ignoring her protests

“Im not weak!”, she growled, “...my horcrux is in the rose you gave me, the one that doesn’t die…I just wanted to make sure if anything ever happens i will remember how much i love you”

“You are being very sweet for someone who has just gone through so much”, I told her affectionately, I appreciated her so much now.

“I would hope so, I must have been a burden for you”

“Not at all, in fact you did quite a lot of stuff that was good for me just did a lot of damage”

“what did I do?”

“killed dozens, tortured many, you even got round to attacking a few of my followers”, her eyes widened as I saw she tried to remember but couldn’t.

“No! I didn’t! No! please…”, she cried, “I don’t do them sort of things! that’s the only thing I cant stand about you and now I find out im just as bad!”

“no you are nowhere as near as dark as I am, but I did enjoy seeing you like it…forget about it. I will keep the rose with your horcrux in safe, don’t you feel different now?”

“yes. I feel different, not bad different or good different. What are you sniggering about?”, she asked angrily as I started to chuckle.

“Nothing. Just you remind me of myself when I created my first horcrux, I felt different also. I loved it”

“That was you, this is me. Wait…did you convince me to create a horcrux when I was under the curse?”

“yes, and you accepted it and said you did it. I don’t know if you was telling the truth”, I admitted

“Use legilmency on me. Please, I need to know, I cant remember, but you can unlock it in my mind. I have nothing to hide from you, if I did you would have found it by now inside me”

“Are you sure? I know you hate this sort of thing”, she nodded after I asked to make sure she was ok with it.

I scanned her mind as she kept still, letting me in as best she could, finally I found it after a moment of searching, hidden in a forgotten place in her mind.
Hermione stood in a muggle street, casting the killing curse on a passer by.
Wiping a speck of blood off of her face, it was not her own.
Duelling me with a smirk on her face, receiving the cut along her face from me.
Killing someone in the dungeon-

“Stop!”, she cried, “please I didn’t do them murders!”

I ignored her, I had to carry on now.

I found what I was looking for and pulled myself out her mind.

“Its ok, your soul is just in two parts, it seems cursed you didn’t trust me”

“Just? you talk as if its not a big deal!”

“at least your only in two rather than three”

“fair point”, she smiled, “thank you for everything Tom, if you hadn’t of convinced me about the horcruxes before I was affected by the curse, I would be dead. I owe you”

“I owe you a lot also. We are even”

“Good enough for me”

“now rest, you have been under a dark curse, died and fainted. As well as mucked up my emotions!”

“ive apologised”, she laughed.

“I love you”

*

What have I become?

The perfection the dark lord always wanted?

I have killed, tortured…destroyed lives. I have even committed one of the darkest things, I have created a horcrux without the influence of any curse. Even cursed me didn’t do it!
What’s wrong with me?

I sat tearful in my hospital bed two days after I had awoken going over my thoughts. Voldemort-well, Tom, made me get better gradually and I was bored, left only to think.

Am I evil?

“No you aren’t”, Tom replied to the question using legilmency

“You should give me warning in future when you come here, then maybe I can prevent you reading my mind every minute”

“Im just saying you aren’t evil, trust me on that. Are you feeling better?”

“I felt better yesterday, but still im stuck in here! Cant I leave?”

“Well you can come up to our chambers if you so wish, you aren’t leaving the building though”

“I wouldn’t any way. Everything sees me as some evil mass murdering bitch”

“No they don’t, its all been sorted, no one knows you had any involvement in anything”

“Except me! I know I committed those horrendous crimes!”

“Then you must forgive yourself. It wasn’t you who committed those crimes, not you really”

“I guess not…I only have a short while before I give birth…im going to miss being pregnant”

“But you will have two beautiful children at the end, and you can finally do things you cant do while pregnant”

“Yes you are correct. Do you think we will have boys or girls?”

“I would want boys, girls would probably end up more interested in your sort of things-I would like boys to work with me when they are older”

“That’s their decision, not yours”, I said darkly, he knew I wouldn’t allow him to pressurise our children, they could do what they wished.

*

Two weeks later.

“I am bored with being pregnant!”, she moaned in Hogsmeade village on a bench outside The Three Broomsticks, it was very quiet, very few were walking around. I chuckled as she rambled, “I cant do anything, its like im incapable of doing anything! I cant even walk without toddling! it’s a boiling hot summer and I have what feels like a tonne of weight stuck to the front of me-”, I silenced her with a kiss on the lips.

“Just a fortnight ago you didn’t want pregnancy to end”

“Ah, I don’t know”, she sulked as I put an arm around her.

“I get to name the oldest don’t I?”

“Yes, seeing as you are the dark lord who gets what he wants”, she smirked, “good. I havent really thought much about names, but I have an idea or two…”

“surprise me on the day”

“I shall”, I stroked her dark mark on her arm affectionately, “my lady, would you give me the pleasure of staying safe while I visit the ministry”

“You are letting me stay out on my own?”, she said confused

“You sound like im your parent. Of course not, you will have Draco looking after you”

“Oh great”, she rolled her eyes, “I hear he is as deadly as his father now”

“He has…learnt a lot since you last met. He hates his father still though”

“Milord”, Draco apparated and bowed before me.

“Good, on time. You know what to do, and the punishment if anything happens to her”

“Of course milord”, he replied politely.

“Good, stay in Hogsmeade, or return her to her chambers if she so asks”

“Yes milord”

“Hermione, I have to go as you know, but ill be back in a few hours for you”

“Fine”, she said curtly, “bye”

*

“come on then milady, what do you want to do?”, Draco asked rudely with a roll to his eyes.

“You are boring, I wanted a day out with my husband and I ended up with you”

“You are even more boring, I wanted a day in with a whore from the brothel and I ended up with you”

“Oh im sorry”, I muttered sarcastically, “if you stopped worrying about your dick then maybe you wouldn’t be given the job of ‘babysitting’ like you are thinking-”

“How dare you use legilmency on me!”, he went to slap me but stopped mid-air.

“So this is how you treat girls these days. You seem just like your father”

“im nothing like my father!”, he growled while lowering his hand. He had changed, he was still the good looking bastard I knew before, but now he seemed different, like he had experienced more.

“I didn’t see you that long ago, you have changed a lot though”

“I haven’t, I just care less for killing people these days. I don’t abuse woman like you are thinking”

“I doubt that”

“think what you wish, I apologise for raising my hand, and I don’t usually do it. I just see you as annoying Gryffindor golden girl who just wishes to piss me off. Im sorry…I don’t raise my hand to woman, im not my father”

“its okay, im sorry also. You just seem different to what you were, you have matured a lot though”

“I had too. Anyway, how’s life?”, he asked sitting next to me.

“Ok I guess, im so bored with being pregnant though. I miss duelling the dark lord”

“duelling? Im surprised, I thought you were against all that”

“yeah I am, but I just realise now how much I enjoyed battling my husband. Was nice to show him im not weak, like I feel now, weak and useless. Being pregnant leaves me unable to even defend myself as much as I could before!”

“nah, you are good at all that sort of stuff-as much as I hate to admit it…I still feel bad about raising my hand just now, its unlike me!”, he sighed

“Don’t worry about it, you aren’t like your father…and I guess seeing as ive slapped you Merlin knows how many times…its okay”

“and you have a good slap! If all fails with your magic in battle, you can still whack someone quite hard”, he joked making me laugh.
“I bet you like pregnancy really, if anything it makes you even prettier than you already were”

“That was unexpected from you Draco, but thank you”, I beamed

“You were always good looking, I just hated mudboods when you were at school”

“You like muggleborns now then?”

“Not particularly, im just saying they aren’t as bad as I was brainwashed to think before”

“Good”

“You are due soon aren’t you?”

“Still over a month, but I guess not too far. Id rather give birth sooner than later, the sooner I get to hold my twins for the first time, the better”

“You are going to give birth to the children of the darkest man who ever lived, do you reckon they will be like it?”, he asked curiously.

“Im not sure, more than likely probably. But the dark lord has agreed to not involve them in anything until they are of age, Slytherins for sure though”

“Strong blood in a strong house, its perfect. May I…never mind”

“what?”

“I was just going to ask if I could feel, but it’s not the sort of thing I believe the dark lord would like”

“You can if you like”, I smiled, when he didn’t and looked down with hesitation I took his hand and placed it on top of my bump.

“Wow, you have people living inside of you”, he murmured with a grin,

“That’s what usually happens during pregnancy”, I laughed, “I would never have thought when I was younger that Draco Malfoy would be feeling my baby bump”

“It’s nice though. Do you want to go for a drink now? Butterbeer on me? Im supposed to protect you and im thirsty”

“Sure, is quiet today so I shouldn’t be getting any stares, now I know how Harry must have felt…”

“Whatever…”, he cursed Harry under his breathe before offering to help me up, “take me hand?”

“Thanks”, I took it as he helped me up with one hand on my own and the other around my back.

“You ok then, I wont be getting any grief from the dark lord for touching his wife or anything? Good-”, he cut off and stood back with a weird look as he looked down. “Hermione…I think your waters just broke”