Will hesitate to kill you! I am not leaving and that is final!" "Now, now my dear. Don't become upset, I'm sure they meant no harm. Besides, your birthday should be a happy occasion." Lord Voldemort was standing behind his wife, no one had seen him come in but they guessed it was Hermione's yelling that had brought him here. "You're right my love, you're always right. Forgive me? Becoming upset is not good for the baby either; I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry." "It's quite alright my dear, and don't worry, I'm sure one outburst won't upset our child." "Baby? You're pregnant with his child!" "Yes, Ron. I'm 4 months pregnant with our first child, and hopefully not our last." "Hermione, this is Voldemort, he killed Harry!" "Stop! You have upset me once and I won't let you do it again. Now, all of you please get out of my house. You are part of a past that I want to forget." When no one moved Hermione spoke again. "Leave now, or my voice will be the last thing you ever hear." Silently, they turned and left. 5 months later they receive a simple letter from Hermione, with a picture of a healthy baby boy. Lord Voldemort, Lady Hermione Are proud to announce the birth of their son
Decided yet again that she would try and use her importance to her advantage. If she had to endure this, she would not go down as a victim. She refused to give him the satisfaction of controlling her. She knew he didn't really want her to fight back, but he didn't really want her to want this either. If that were the case, she knew he would have simply applied the Imperius Curse from the beginning. She realized that it was just as much about the mind game for him as it was the end result. He enjoyed the chase and the thrill of conquering her. The big and bad Voldemort was lonely. Yet he saw this opportunity as a legitimate means to get close to someone. Hermione knew this would be how she would truly deprive him of his powers. She was going to win. She swallowed hard. Did she have what it took to outwit the Dark Lord? As his hands grazed over her waist, he suddenly stopped and pulled back. "As much as I was looking forward to this, tonight's events are no longer necessary," he sighed. She looked at him confused, then realized what he meant. She placed her hands on her stomach. Just like that, the energy was there. She glanced up at him. Their eyes met in a seemingly awkward and confused yet softening stare. He grabbed her wrist gently and Apparated the few feet to her bed. "Sleep," he said, just before he Apparated away. He gave her no time to respond. This was too much of an awkward situation for him. He never envisioned himself needing to be a father, yet here he was, just months away from such a title. He didn't know what else to do. His obligation was fulfilled. Now the rest was up to her. He didn't see why he needed to stay at her side. His only duty now was to insure that she was well cared for and that no harm came to her. Though she amused him, he wasn't ready to embrace her as a "queen", so to speak. He never imagined giving out such a position either. He had never been in love. The love for his mother was perhaps the only such emotion he'd ever known, and that was such a distant feeling. He'd lost all sense of what the emotion
The days dragged on, and what seemed like forever was not even a week. She didn't see Voldemort for a while, nor did she especially want to anyway. She hated him. She didn't see how he could face her again. He murdered her parents. Now she and Harry had something more in common. Seeing him was so strange now, knowing what she'd done with the most despicable creature on the planet. Every morning and evening, she felt her abdomen in search of the presence of life, knowing Voldemort had likely done the same last time he'd seen her. She wasn't sure about his ability to detect such life forces from a distance, so she was unsure as to whether he knew the status or not. So far, she detected nothing. One night, Hermione lay in bed, attempting to fall alseep. Sleep did not come easy for her, as she was worried about all that was going on around her. As she tossed and turned, she suddenly felt a cold feeling spreading up and around her body. Such a vivid sensation jerked her upwards in order to see the cause of this feeling. A large and smooth snake lay coiled around her arm and hips, its face about a foot away from hers. She started to scream, but the snake moved its body to cover her mouth. "Shhhhhh," the creature uttered in a raspy, familiar voice. "It's meeee." The snake began to shift from the long and scaly form into that of a man. After the transformation, Voldemort lay beside her. "You really enjoy scaring me, don't you?" she snapped, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she crawled out of the bed. He laughed. "It is rather amusing. Eventually I'm sure you will come to expect things like this, so I need to enjoy it while I can," he said as he lounged back in the bed, placing his hands behind his head. "Where do you think you're going?"
