Mine

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
-Don’t speak, No Doubt

*

“milord she is safe, that’s all that matter if im not being to bold”, Severus noted, noticing my frustration in the last week since she returned, still she had not awakened but she was as near to healed as she could be, she was just very weak. So much energy was blasted from inside of her that she was left unable to do anything except stay alive, I knew she would be ok but I worried she would hate me.
“The head healer predicts she will awaken within the next few days”

“I know and I want to be the first person to talk to her when she does, I have the world to run but this is important, you are minister I trust you have and can cope without my ‘guidance’ until she awakens?”

“of course milord. Before I leave…she doesn’t and wont hate you, she is bright and knew what was happening”, I didn’t reply so he left on his own accord.

I needed a distraction so I took myself down to the dungeons and killed a few prisoners just for the fun of it, in cold-blood maybe one could say. How had she got so powerful? Able to kill so many with a single curse, even then she was supposedly drowned of all her magic, this could be good or bad in the long run…

*

I sat up straight breathing heavily and feeling scared, I looked around uneasily at the unfamiliar surroundings, where the hell am I? I noticed a couple of beds opposite me and everything seemed so…clean and medical, I was in some kind of hospital wing and a small window told me it was evening. No one was about just silence apart from my breaths. How did I get here…I remember being hurt a lot and then something new, so much power, it felt so good when I felt their deaths. No, no, no! this isn’t happening! I don’t enjoy the dark arts, I was just confused and weak at the time. That is all, I reassured myself.

I gently turned myself around and slowly put my feet to the floor, I was wearing a midnight blue night baby doll nightdress which flowed lightly on my still slightly scarred skin. Weakly I stood, and made a robe appear, it seems I can use magic again, while rubbing my head I adventured out of the room, avoiding all signs of people in the hope no one would notice me, I just wanted to be alone.

I wondered undetected through the halls, to the main doors to the outside, everything was just so quiet but I knew people were about, servants at work mainly. I gently pushed the front doors open and slid in between outside, so cold, autumn was turning into winter undoubtedly so I muttered a quick warming charm on myself, instantly I couldn’t feel the icy air.
I strolled along the grounds towards the small bridge over the thing stream and sat myself, leaning against the bridge with my feet dangling in the water. The moonlight reflected perfectly off the shimmering water and highlighted the tears falling down my cheeks and leaving light ripples on the waters surface. Tears for my pain and tears from happiness I was back, most of all the tears were from fright, so scared that I was turning into a dark arts obsessed witch without realising it, I was just so good at the ‘art’.

“I almost sent a search party for you”, the silky voice of Voldemort said behind me before he sat down next to me, “why didn’t you stay in the hospital when you woke? I was so worried about you and almost killed one of the healers when I found you were gone”

“I just needed to be alone”

“Tears…”, he said before wiping them away from my face, “will not help, they are pointless. So tell me, why do you cry?”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to be what you want me to be, I don’t want to succumb to the darkness but it seems part of me already has, I felt so good when I cursed the Avada Kedavra”, I explained, “I don’t care if you say you will force me to love it, because I promise you one thing, I will never give in”, I promised him truthfully.

“Look at me”, he said, “Please”, at his small plead I look deep into his eyes. “I just want to know what you feel for me, you always said I never had a heart but that isn’t true. I-I missed you, I longed for you, I need you ”, he stated simply, startling me slightly.

“I-I…I don’t hate you for not keeping to your word for keeping me safe, I don’t care that I was tortured so much or that I was unconscious for a while. I care about the fact that I don’t want to have so much power, I cant take it anymore, I don’t even know what I am capable of! I cant live without knowing”

“I think I should remove your necklace, it’s a very dark artefact and very rare, I gave it to you because it gives a sort of ‘dark’ vibe, I just wanted you to want to be here, not for the magic but for me”, he said before muttering a charm, the necklace fell off my neck onto my lap, I sighed in relief as I felt a mental weight lifted out of me. “it might help but it wont that much if it does, but just remember what ever you do is your choice I hope you still trust me”

“I do”

“thank you, you don’t have to say it but do you feel anything for me?”, he asked quietly, it was strange hearing the dark lord ask such…emotional questions and I knew my answer. I closed my eyes and leaned forward to kiss his lips,.

“yes, always. Forgive me for my outburst?”, I whispered, my lips almost touching his, my answer was a kiss which deepened lovingly.

*

For the first time in so long I awoke with her in my arms, her warm body pressed up against my protective self, I breathed in her sweet scented hair and kissed her neck making her stir but not awaken. Thinking best to leave her instead of waking her I got up and walked into the bathroom, already nude, to have a shower. She’s back, healthy and happy it seems, and she doesn’t hate me. When I fucked her I felt her passion, just wanting me as I wanted her, but I saw how much she detested her new lust for the dark arts, she wanted happiness.
In the library after I got changed, Severus came in to see me while I was reading a book, he always seems to be about when he’s supposed to be at the ministry, surprisingly though he didn’t ever screw things up so I never ordered him to go there.

“Milord I just came to pick up a potions book I left last time I was here”, he said while making a book from the table shoot into his hand then pocket, “I am glad to hear she has finally awakened, good news”

“Yes it is, I will be returning to work today, I have missed a lot while this has been going on. But yes, im glad she’s conscious and happy and I must say I almost forgot how good a fuck she is”, I smirked to a light chuckle by Severus

“well you cant have a wife who cant provide for her husband milord”

“Oh she provides…in the bedroom and duelling area, she is perfect”

“That’s good to know she is pleasing then milord”

“yes, I love the fact my slave is capable of so many things…”, I replied thoughtfully, “You know you still have control over her, do whatever you want with her as long as its not to like kill herself or something, actually I think id prefer you to be a bit abusive to her then maybe she would prefer to be with me more than she does now. She loves me but I sense she isn’t fully happy yet, but its only been a day since she’s been with me since her ordeal…”

“I will be happy to be a bit abusive she has been a pain to me for a few years even if she has matured since she has been here milord”

“Well Severus that was quite a personal conversation we just had, share it with no one”, I said sternly.

“Of course milord”, he bowed and apparated to wherever he goes. I turned round when I heard a light cough behind me, Hermione stood leaning in the doorway wearing just a black silk robe over her bare body. I licked my lips in excitement at how seductive she looked, unfortunately she looked slightly annoyed.

“We have our ups and downs yet im still fascinated by you”, she stated quietly

“What fascinates you?”

“how much knowledge you hold, you manage to rule the whole world…and yet you still find time to convince me you love me, except it’s a lie, you love my magic not me”

“That’s not true”

“It is and I was a fool not to realise it earlier, as soon as I start to use my magic to hurt and kill people you’re all over me! I’ve already promised you I wont use it when unneeded anymore, don’t forget that, maybe its time you got a mistress, oh yeah I ‘forgot’, you already have access to as many as you like in the brothel! Just get Snape to come and beat me why don’t you?”, she shouted and stormed out, banging the door behind her. Great, she had heard my conversation with Severus, I just don’t need such trivial matters.
Unfortunately I had no time to talk to her, I told Severus I wouldn’t aid him until Hermione awakens so I had to get back to work ruling my empire, I had spent so much time with her and still she is ungrateful and believing things in her head! Stupid woman.

*

I am so stupid, why didn’t I think before? Of course he’s just interested in my so called talents, that’s all really it ever was. that’s why I was brought here in the first place but it just left my mind when I started falling for him.
I overheard his little talk with Snape concerning me, talking about how good I was in the fucking bedroom! The nerve of him talking about me like that to other people! And then saying how he loves that his slave can do so many things, so many terrible things…

Slave, is that all I am still? After marriage and our so called love I would of thought he would think more of me than just a slave. Same bastard.

I fiddled with the emerald necklace removed from my neck last night between my fingers, it felt heavier than it did when I was wearing it but also seemed more forbidden. I didn’t believe this was the reason I now don’t feel guilt or anything when I kill, it was just the overload of power and no control over it really that is making me like that. There is no good and evil, only power, and those too weak to seek it. He was wrong, power can be used for good and evil, its just the control the person has which decides that.
I threw it onto the bed and walked out of the room into the hallway wearing just my robe, he hadn’t supplied any and I was his slave so I couldn’t exactly go against his obvious wishes for me to only wear that, call me a slave then I will act like one, that’s what he obviously wants. Yes I love him, doesn’t stop me playing the game though.

My robe was barely even a robe, so short it was just showing parts of my thigh dark mark, I made a pair of black panties appear just to stop me humiliating myself but that is all, anything else what goes on display is his problem, jealousy can be a wonderful thing.

No one seemed to be around though, just a few servant girls passed me every now and again, I didn’t say a word to them because what could I say? ‘I pity you’? I don’t think so…instead I muttered a few charms to make the stuff they were carrying lighter or I sneakily fixed their rags, power can be used for good.

Such a shame most people in this now doomed world cant believe that is even possible.
He’s at work, servants at work, deatheaters at work. What am I supposed to do? He would want me to read up on some dark material but I had had enough of all that, I didn’t need to learn anymore about that. Instead of going back to the library I ventured downwards, going towards the dungeons, curious about its contents. Azkaban was used as a prison by Voldemort so there couldn’t be many if any down there, just curiosity got the better of me.

I got to the stairs, just how I remembered them, the cool air hit my skins raising goose bumps from the chill but also from fear, there was nothing to be frightened of though. Surprisingly no one was guarding in the darkness, the smell of damp filled my nostrils and the pitter patter of rain on the stone floor leaking from outside was all what could be heard.

“Lumos”, I whispered, because I had no wand the light just seemed to follow me but lit the whole room.

“Who’s that? Seems a bit early to be giving me anything to eat”, a familiar, weak but brave voice said from one of the cells. I jumped at the sound of speech, I wasn’t expecting it as the whole place seemed empty, I looked through the bars just making out a sitting form not facing me.

“who’s that”?, I asked

“I asked you first, you know who I am seeing as I’ve been her for months! What do you want anyway? Im growing bored now”

“Harry?”, I exclaimed, making his cell light up to see it was indeed him, his mop of black hair had gotten longer and rougher and he had got thinner, he didn’t look hurt just ill. He looked up as I called his name and his jaw almost hit the floor.

“Hermione?”, he said trying to make sure it was definitely me.

“What the hell are you doing here! I thought you was dead or like in Azkaban or something!”, I gasped, falling to my knees and putting my hands around the bars.

“You knew I was here, but I must say I was surprised you disappeared, you stayed hidden longer than me, how did you do it? I haven’t heard any news since being here”, he said annoyed, not that happy to see me.

“I didn’t know you was here, well I did all I could to stay away from here, I did everything. I stayed under a glamour charm in south of France but I was captured and taken to a brothel, don’t look down at me, I told you the need to be free from him was great. You don’t understand how much I detested being his slave, forced to do his fucking bidding!”, I cried angrily.

“A prostitute? I didn’t know you could lower yourself”

“you don’t and never have understood, even Dumbledore didn’t and that’s why I killed him”, I stated furiously, he still didn’t get all what I had gone through.

“Don’t say his name! why are you here anyway? Come to piss me off”, he said simply

“No, I didn’t even know you were here, I thought the dungeons were empty that’s why I came, I wanted to be alone. It seems im alone even if you are here so im not leaving”

“What happened to make us like this to each other…”, Harry sighed, “My best friend for nearly 6 years”

“The dark lord is what happened”

“The dark lord? I thought only deatheaters called him that, oh yeah I forgot you are, well you have the mark there”, his eyes fell to my thigh and then flickered back up again.

“Im not a deatheater and have never been and never will be, I am the dark lords slave and wife-but that means nothing, I just have a ring and I don’t have to call him master, he still gets to rule me”

“He rules everyone”

“Yeah but everyone doesn’t sleep in the same bed as him, everyone isn’t his wife and everyone doesn’t have day to day problems personally involving him”

“Like what? Does he torture you?”

“he did all the time, but I learnt to not feel it, the cruciatus doesn’t affect me anymore but he hasn’t tried to anyway lately. Well I haven’t really done anything or had the chance to do anything bad, I was kidnapped a few weeks ago and only got back last week, I was unconscious up until yesterday”

“Really? He rescued you then, bet you were all over him”

“No he didn’t, I killed everyone who was within 10 metres of me, that’s about a dozen without even realising I was capable of it. You think im evil, no im not, I hate what I’ve been pulled in, I absolutely detest it, but I can still love”

“And what love do you feel?”

“I love him, the fucking bastard. I know you hate me Harry, but I cant change a thing I have done, everything that has happened is because of him, I wish he didn’t just think of me as a slave though, not after what he’s said to me in the past…”, I said thoughtfully

“You love him? Your not the Hermione I use to know”

“your half right, I have matured, gotten more powerful and I sleep with the dark lord but other than that im still the same”, I put a light in his cell and made it much warmer, I also transfigured some soft covers for him. “I cant help you get out of here, anyway your better in here than out there, I can help you here though, just give me the chance. I’ve forgiven you I just hope you can forgive me”, I finished and turned to leave.

“thank you Hermione”, he replied, “I do forgive you, though I don’t fully trust you I know you’ve gone through a lot, I was a fool back then”

“yes you were, but that’s the past now, I’ve moved on. So are we going to be civilised or am I leaving?”

I didn’t leave and we got on well, I actually felt like we were best friends again.

*

“where is she?”, I growled to a servant who just shrugged nervously, she hadn’t left the grounds I knew that but I had a rough day and was angry she wasn’t there in my chambers waiting for me, pathetic maybe but I didn’t care. Maybe it is lame, im wrong to expect her like some common slave…but then I remembered what she heard me say, she thinks I think of her as a common slave.

I don’t. I think of her as my beautiful, intelligent wife. Of course she just think im interested in her magic, it was just coincidence that when I started falling for her she started producing strong magic, I loved her mind and personality-something I never thought possible in anyone. Its like she has bewitched me, but not by a spell but by her own true self, every part of her fascinated me, I had to remind myself she had to be controlled.

“elf!”, I shouted and a small house elf quickly appeared in front of me with a bow, “find her and tell me where she is”, with a few minutes of it aparating it was back.

With the Potter boy now is she…

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