Storing Up Trouble

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Lady Voldemort

Hermione and Lord Voldemort apparated to the inside of Riddle House, the library in fact. Hermione tried not to think about the wonderful titles that must be stored away on the shelves, and she tried not to think about the predicament she was in. Is that what Snape had been up to all along? Is that what the plan was all about?

“I don’t understand?” She said, with a slight frown on her face.

“I have certain followers that are unmarried, and unmated. I need to show them that if I am prepared to marry, and mate, then there is no excuse for them,” Lord Voldemort said. His voice fell onto her skin the way a silk sheet would, and she had to admit, it did have a mesmerizing quality to it.

“What has that to do with me?” Hermione asked.

“Didn’t you hear how I introduced myself to you, Miss Granger?”

Hermione looked around the room, and she saw two high backed chairs sitting opposite each other in front of the fireplace, and there was a table in-between them, there were a few periodicals splattered on the table top, and there was an alcohol cabinet in the far corner of the room.

“Where am I?” she asked.

“You are at your new home, this is Riddle House,” he answered.

She decided to keep her eyes focused on the periodicals, as she did not want to look at him. She took a faltering step towards the table and picked up a periodical and flicked through it. She almost lost herself in some new thinking on the potions page, and therefore didn’t notice him creeping up to her. He took the periodical out of her hands, and laid it on the table.

“I was reading that,” Hermione said tersely.

“When you are my wife, you shall abide by my rules,” Lord Voldemort said. “And that means that you’ll get no satisfaction until I do.”

Hermione turned around and looked up at him, she was about to tell him that he could go to hell before she gave him any satisfaction, but she looked into his red eyes and gulped down any feisty reply.

“Why me, though? I am a Mudblood, as so many of your followers are so pleased to remind me,” she said instead.

“Because you are attracted to the Dark Side,” she was about to protest but he raised a hand up, and silenced her. “Let me finish, Hermione. I saw the look you gave those books there. Hunger, lust, and yearning to open the pages to see what treasure is hidden inside the covers. You wanted to find out as many things as you could before you simply shut your eyes in exhaustion.”

“I like to read, so what of it?” Hermione asked.

“You and I share the same lust, Hermione. Did you, as soon as you found out what you were, open the first book you could put your hands on and start reading?” Hermione nodded, she didn’t trust herself to speak. “Do you like knowledge?” she nodded again. “Then you are not weak, like most others. Knowledge equates with power, for without knowledge, we don’t have power. You lust after knowledge, therefore, you lust after power. That is why I have picked you, Hermione, you are a person for knowledge and power, a woman like you is a rare find indeed.”

Hermione gulped, as she felt a hand lazily stroke her cheek. She began fiddling with her fingers, and twiddled them, and then she looked up.

“I do not seek power,” Hermione mumbled, although she did not sound as defiant as she hoped she would sound.

“Oh really?” Lord Voldemort sneered. “Then why do you wish to know everything? Why do you wish to read every single book you can, I believe you have even dabbled in the dark and unfriendly from time to time. Before you even came to Hogwarts.”

How did he know about that? So what if she could perform a crucio before she even knew what a crucio was. She could read the minds of her classmates, before she had even heard of legilimens, and Occlumens. So what if she even managed an imperio at the tender age of five, so that the person could do what she asked.

“All that happened before I came to Hogwarts, sir, and since then I have not done any of those things, especially now that I know what they are,” she said.

“Then explain how you managed to sort out that little puzzle of Snape’s at the tender age of twelve?” Lord Voldemort asked. “You displayed more intellect than ten of my followers.”

“I used logic,” Hermione answered.

Lord Voldemort stepped up to her and tilted her chin up, and smirked at the knowledge displayed in those young eyes, even if some of it were misapplied, and misguided, it was still there, and she was ready for him. All that needed to be done was teach her his ways. She was a quick learner, and very teachable. He let his hand drop and then he placed both his hands on both her hips and smiled, as he brought her closer to him. Hermione gasped, as he moved his hands to her bum, and he squeezed her buttocks. She blushed.

“Logically, Hermione, we are meant to be together. I am clever; I wanted to know a lot when I was your age, always reading. I was always in the Library; I never let my hand rest, as it kept going up in the air, I always handed in my homework on time.”

Hermione saw the flames of the fire flicker in his red eyes, and at the centre of both there was a coal black glint. Hermione was reminded of Sauron’s Eye in the Lord of the Rings. He roved his hands further up her back and pressed her closer to his body.

“I still don’t understand why you picked me,” Hermione mumbled.

“Hmm,” he mused, “well your wand is vine wood, and that means something doesn’t it. Apparently the Celts assigned woods, animals, birds, and stones to when you were born. Did you know that snake is the land animal that was given to those born in the 10th moon of the Celtic calendar?”

“Yes, but I don’t believe in that. That’s muggle magic,” Hermione said.

“There was a very thin line between the two at one time,” Lord Voldemort said. “Nevertheless, you and I are very similar.”

Hermione thought back to when they were researching Tom Riddle in their second year. Ron had called him a regular know-it-all, and Hermione at the time, had been hurt by that comment. As that is what people always called her. She looked at him again.

“As you so wish,” she murmured.

“Yes, that is what I wish,” he answered. He smiled. “So, are you going to marry me?”

“Do I have a choice?” she asked, in tone of resignation.

“Not really,” Lord Voldemort said. He pressed her even further to his body, and placed his thin, reptilian lips, on hers, and she was surprised she liked their cool touch. He put a hand on the back on her head and then he bit on her bottom of her lip. She opened her lips, and he placed his tongue on hers, he gently stroked his tongue along hers, and she felt tingles enter her mouth.

“Are you sure?” she breathed. “What if your followers object?”

“You are obviously forgetting that I am the most feared, and greatest of Wizards, Hermione, now I wish you, and you only to call me Marvolo, all right. That’s the name to call me when we are on our own.”

“Marvolo,” Hermione breathed.

He smirked, and then he ran a beautiful long finger across Hermione’s lips. She parted them, and then he placed his finger in her mouth.

“Suck on my finger, Hermione, and then let me pleasure you.”


Severus was furious. He was more than furious! He and Remus had apparated back to Severus house, and they both had a plan in mind for Hermione’s protection. Severus did not know that his Dark Master had already planned for her to be his. If he had known, then he would have left her alone. Well alone! But, when he could not find her anywhere in his house he thought that perhaps, she had disillusioned herself, and was ready to pounce on him. Huh! Some hope.

“That bloody rat!” Snape exclaimed. “Potter should have killed him when he had the chance, and yet it’s my blood he’s after!”

“You did murder Albus,” Remus said.

“Not because I wanted to, Remus, that’s what we went through before, remember. I believe you acted nice and surprised, for the benefit of Potter.”

“That’s not the point, Severus, and you know it,” Remus replied.

“Now I’ve placed Hermione in danger,” Severus moaned.

“If Voldemort wanted Hermione, it wouldn’t have mattered whom she was with at the time,” Remus said. “He’d have still nabbed her, and taken her.”

“I do so wish that you wouldn’t say his name, Remus,” Severus said pointedly. “Anyway, have you got enough of your potion?”

“You and Dora should get together and form a Nag Club,” Remus whinged. “Yes, I’ve got enough bloody potion.”

“Good,” Severus sighed.

Severus sank down on the chair and Remus looked at his friend. He sat down on the chair opposite. He took out a cigarette case and offered one to Severus.

“I don’t suppose…!”

“You know I never go near those death traps, Remus. I am surprised your still smoking, especially with the current condition of Mrs Lupin,” Severus said sarcastically.

Remus winced and placed the case back in the inside of his jacket pocket, and smiled.

“Mrs Lupin tells me to smoke in the garden,” he said. “It’s the only thing she hates about me. I suppose I should kick the habit some day, but I am under too much stress at the moment.”

Severus looked at the stick sitting between Remus fingers. He shuddered with disgust; it was THOSE things that killed his father. His father had died of cancer from smoking too much, and Severus was just a mere three years old, he hardly remembered his father because of this. He got up and took the stick out of Remus’ hand and chucked it in the fireplace.

“Give me the box,” he ordered, snapping his fingers impatiently. “Come on, Lupin, give me the box!”

Remus looked up at Severus stunned, it was mainly this that made him give the box over to Severus. Severus chucked the lot in the fireplace, and they all burnt. The nicotine went into his lungs for a bit and he coughed, but they were soon all destroyed.

“Why did you do that for, Severus?” Remus asked, as he was beating his chest from coughing too much.

“I hardly knew my father because of those things,” Severus said. “He died of lung cancer, do you really want to give your children that heartache?”

Remus looked up at Severus and gasped. He looked back to how he had treated Severus, and he held his head in his hands.

“No wonder you hated us,” he said.

“You weren’t to know,” Severus said, as he shrugged his shoulders. “You just saw what you wanted to see, much like I do with Potter.”

Remus stood up and put a brotherly hand on Severus shoulder blades. He rubbed it up and down and smiled a little at his friend.

“Dora is going to kill me,” Remus sighed. “Absobloodylutely kill me.”

“I believe she didn’t like it when she saw the Mark for the first time?”

“No one knew I had taken it, along with you. I had to though, Albus said it would come in handy one day.”

Severus nodded, and he looked blankly at the fireplace.

“I hope she’s all right,” he said. Remus decided he’d see himself out.


Dora was cooking her and Remus some dinner, when her husband had strolled through the door to their cottage.

“So,” Dora sighed, ”what did he have to say to you?”

“He’s encouraging his single servants to find suitable mates, and have children.”

“Did you tell him you were perfectly mated?” Dora asked.

Remus walked up to her and tilted her chin up, and smiled at his adorable, lovable wife.

“I couldn’t,” Remus said. “I am going to do all I can to protect you my sweet little Dora.”

Dora’s eyes (tawny coloured today,) shone and sparkled with happiness. It almost broke Remus resolve to tell her what his part of his plan had been.

“I find it a bit hypocritical of old snake tongue, if you ask me,” Dora said in a tone that suggested she would do a thing or two to him, if he hurt her Remus.

“What do you find hypocritical?” Remus asked.

“Expecting everyone else to marry and mate, and yet he stays single and dry!”

Remus knew he could not lie to Dora, she was an Auror for a start, and she could refuse him certain pleasures if he did. He knew he had to be honest.

“Actually, he isn’t,” Remus said, as he avoided Dora’s gaze. “He has handpicked a bride for himself.”

“Don’t tell me he’s killed off either one of my horrible uncles, and is going to marry one of my bitches of aunts and he’d be my even worse uncle instead?”

“No,” Remus said. He closed his eyes and said very quickly and very quietly, “he’sgoingtomarryHermioneGrangerinstead!”

“Pardon, I couldn’t hear you,” Dora said.

Remus regained his balance, and a little of his confidence, as he took a long slow deep breath and said clearly.

“He’s decided he is going to marry Hermione, instead,” Remus said wishing that Dora would just kill him now.

“WHAT!” Dora exploded, and her hair went an immediate shade of shocking electric blue, and her eyes almost matched.

“You heard,” Remus mumbled.

“But, have you told her?”

“Severus and I were going to tell her, but she had gone, we can only suspect that he has taken her.”

Dora stormed off to the kitchen and picked up an extremely evil looking knife.

“Some things are worth castrating, I was going to castrate Snape, but after what you told me, I guess I can’t, but at least I can try castrating HIM!”


“Hermione,” Lord Voldemort purred, as he stroked her naked warm flesh. “That was fantastic. I was right to choose you for a bride.”

Hermione just looked like she had almost killed herself but not quite. He drew aside her hair, as they were sitting side by side on the sofa, after their first time, and she shivered at his touch.

“Was I really that good?” she asked in a miserable tone.

“You have just had the most powerful Wizard inside of you, and you are miserable? Don’t you think that you should be rejoicing, or at least feel a little recharged?”

“I do feel a little recharged,” she said. “But, I feel like a whore now.”

Lord Voldemort blew on her neck, thanking the stars, whomever had the bright idea of marking her; it was definitely the work of a Slytherin, but who? If it were one of his Death Eaters then that Death Eater would be rewarded on high for using foresight and initiative, also control, as he remembered feeling her barrier.

He pushed himself in hard. She screamed her face contorted in agony, as her nails scratched his back. Then, when he pulled himself slightly out, he then thrust again, as soon as she relaxed. The expression this time was of joy. He loved sex with a virgin, that pleasure/pain moment was his favourite form of torture.

“Don’t worry, Hermione, I will look after you,” he said, as he leant over and nibbled slightly on her shoulder. He then placed a hand on her stomach. “Shall we proceed to take round two upstairs?”

Hermione tried to keep her gaze neutral in the fireplace, as his smooth tongue licked her flesh. She could not be doing this – no she was in another world, another universe, and this was a big, bad dream.

“All right,” she sighed, as she realised she could not resist him, no matter how repulsive he seemed; his voice was tempting. If she closed her eyes, then maybe it would be endurable.

He took her hand and then they walked up the stairs and he led her to a big, cold bedroom. The bed was dead centre of the room, and the fireplace had not been lit for some time. Heavy velvet dark curtains hung from the windows, blocking out any light.

Lord Voldemort walked up to the bed and smoothed the covers with his hands, and patted the mattress.

“It seems comfortable,” he said. “Now, please, I want you.”

Hermione closed her eyes and then opened them again. He was stood before, naked as a newborn. He walked up to her and he led her to the bed, and he leant back on it. She followed him, and she rolled on her back, and he moved, so that now he was on top of her.

She spread her legs apart, and he placed his manhood in there, and she clutched onto him, as he thrust deep, and heavy into her.

“Lady Voldemort, you shall be called, and we will begin a new era for our kind,” he murmured in her ear. He suckled her breasts, one after the other, and then he slipped out of her. He saw the look of relief and relaxation there. No my dear, he thought. Don’t get too relaxed. He drove himself back in again, and she screamed.

“MARVOLO!”

He slid out of her and watched as she panted, and kept her eyes up at the ceiling.

He kissed her bellybutton and then he stood up.

“I am not going to share a bed with you, until we are married. That was just a taster of what it would be like with me. And you like it, Hermione, I know you do.”

Hermione picked her knees up and curled up in a foetal position. She had given her most precious gift to the most hated, and feared Dark Lord of all time. And, he was right, she did like it.

She scrambled into the bed sheets, and took a spare pillow that she knew she didn’t need, and she curled herself around it, and cried tears of shame, and regret.

Lord Voldemort walked out of the door and smirked serenely at the sounds of her muffled tears. He knew she would cry, she wasn’t the first that cried after he had his way with them. But, he sighed; she was the first and only that he wanted to marry.

He walked down to his Library and sniffed the room; it was still heavy with her scent. He sniffed as much of her as he could. If any other followers petitioned for hand, then he’d just have to say no! He was the Dark Lord, and the Heir of Slytherin; he was entitled to the ripest of the fruits of the garden.


Severus just sat on the Queen sized double bed, and took out one of her tops that she had brought with her to wear, and he stroked the cotton with the pads of his fingers and brought it closer to him.

“Hermione, sweetheart, I never meant for this to happen. I will serve only you, my Lady.”

He curled up on the bed, not even bothering to bathe and re-dress, as he slipped off into a troublesome sleep he thought of all what could have been his tonight, and tears escaped his eyes. He wiped them away and immediately got up, with a new resolve shining in his heart.

“I don’t care who he is! He’s taken too much away from me, I won’t let him steal Hermione from me!” He said to the open air.

Mrs Lupin had a very rare gift, and he would harness this gift for Hermione.

A/N You didn't think Severus was going to give up that easily did you...*wink* I hope you all really enjoyed this chapter.