Hello! Please read my warnings/notes before you continue with the story.
1. I have been inspired by all the great Marriage-law-fics, but I'm not following the guidelines (I haven't read them). This will not be an happily-ever-after story. This will be a DARK fic.
2. This story begins in Hermione's sixth year. I am ignoring the plot of HBP and DH, but it might be some secrets from those books.
3. There are NO Horcruxes.
4. Those of you who doesn't like to see Voldemort, Bella and Severus as sexual creatures should leave.
5. There will be a lot of different sex in this story. If you don't like it, DON'T READ! We are talking student/teacher, Voldemort, threesome, oral, lesbian...
6. This is a dark fic so of course there will be death, torture, blood and other Death Eater-things.
7. I don't own anything and I do not make money of this. I'm only writing because I like it and because I want to improve my English.
8. I have a wonderful beta, but errors are doomed to be made. If you see them and get disturbed, just write a review and I will try to fix it.
Special note! I'm now done with the story and I feel like new readers should know that this is also a Hermione/Voldemort, even if it goes back to Hermione/Severus. This was also a experimental fic for me and I know it's in serious need of a beta, but I rather focus on new stories I like more. Alas; Read on your own risks and don't bother to flame. They just makes me sigh these days. I have moved on!
P.S; "SSSSS" indicates change of scene.
Chapter 1 – The law
"That is… fantastic!"
Not that he hadn't thought it wouldn't work. He had, after all, the power over the Ministry of Magic. Just not formally. It was better if the people didn't know who controlled them. The Dark Lord smiled at the bowing form of Lucius Malfoy. This law could be the answer to all his problems. Well, not all, but it would help him with his small immortality-problem. Voldemort rose from his throne and went down to his Death Eaters, who were standing in line in the dark chamber that was his meeting-hall. A lot of them shivered from the cold, but Voldemort didn't care. The cold kept them modest; it was harder to do anything rebellious if you were cold.
"The next question will, of course, be which one of you I can trust with this… sensitive issue." Voldemort inspected each and every one of them. "Any volunteers?"
As he had expected, there were quite many volunteers, but most of them didn't stand a chance. He would never let anyone like Wormtail handle a delicate mission like this. He rejected all of the volunteers and his eyes fell on Severus Snape.
The man bowed. "Yes, my Lord?"
"You already know the girl I… need, don't you?"
"I would hardly call it knowing, I'm just her teacher."
"Does she trust you?"
"I doubt it, but I doubt she will trust anyone of us."
Voldemort's eyes travelled back to Lucius, who had been one of the volunteers. He walked back to his throne and the hall was silent for nearly a minute.
"She will have to pick someone, Severus. And we will make sure she can't pick anyone, but the one we want her to pick. But I ask you, if the choice is between you and Lucius, which one will she pick?"
Severus frowned; he clearly didn't want to be a choice. "If it is between me and Lucius… she will pick me. But she may kill herself before I have a chance to touch her."
Voldemort looked suspiciously at Severus. He doubted that anyone but Severus would stand a chance in taming the girl. Lucius could probably break her and make her do what he wanted. But that would be bloody and everyone in that Order of the Fried Turkey, as he liked to think of it, would know they got her and that she helped them. Severus would be perfect, he was already a spy and the Order thought he was on their side, which would let the girl think that he was on her side. But it didn't look like Severus was very fond of the idea. He had never been in a relationship. The only woman he had really cared about was Lily. Oh, yes, Voldemort knew everything about that. And how she had broken poor Severus's heart when she left him for Potter. Ah, love was hard. But now, the Dark Lord needed his minion to get over that.
"Leave us," he said to the rest of the Death Eaters, but he made sure Severus knew he was expected to stay.
They all disappeared, except Lucius. "My Lord, I'm sure I will be able to handle the girl. I know everything about little girls' hormones and…"
"Crucio," Voldemort said in a bored voice and Lucius fell to the ground, screaming.
When Voldemort lifted the curse, Lucius left without another word.
Voldemort sighed. "How long has it been since you were with a woman, Severus?"
"I visit a different woman every weekend, my Lord," Severus said.
"How long has it been since you truly enjoyed being with a woman?"
"I don't remember, sir."
"I'm a bit worried about your health, Severus. Every time I see you, you seem to be even more bitter than before. You just do what you have to do with no spirit."
Severus didn't answer; he just stood there with his jaws tightly pressed.
Voldemort sighed again. "I think you need someone in your life. You are not me."
"I appreciate your concern, my Lord, but it really isn't…"
"Oh, I think it is, Severus. Forgive me for sounding Dumbledore-ish, but I think it will do you good having a witch in your house, someone who can fix your favourite drink and do your laundry. Someone, you may rape every night without having to worry about trivial things such as Aurors."
He could see a hint of a smile in Severus's eyes. Yes, Severus might pretend he didn't like it, but this mission did apply to his darker nature. And even if it didn't, Severus would never think about disobeying him in such a big matter as this.
"And I need the girl, Severus. She is the only one, who is powerful enough to help me. And you will be the best one to talk her into our ways."
"I don't understand your plan, my Lord, but if that is your wish I will force the girl to marry me. But she is the most annoying little Know-It-All I have ever seen, and I don't think she will be able to shut up, even if she has my cock in her mouth. She will probably try to ask me about the male anatomy…"
"Try her; I'm sure she will fall for you… And if Dumbledore asks, just tell him I want her, because she is close to Potter. And make sure he knows better than try to hide the girl from me. If she doesn't marry you... well, who knows what would happen to her?"
Severus sighed. "Yes, my Lord, I will propose to her first thing in the morning."
"I want to see you married by the end of this week, Severus. Or else… well, who knows what would happen to you?"
"Yes, my Lord."
A marriage law.
The Ministry has come up with a marriage law that will make the population increase in the United Kingdom. Every witch has to marry a wizard within a year after her seventeenth birthday. Every wizard has to marry a witch within six months after his eighteenth birthday. Every witch beyond that age, and yet unmarried and fertile, has to find a husband within six months starting today…
Today happened to be Hermione Granger's seventeenth birthday and the headline of the Daily Prophet was the worst birthday present she had ever received. She looked at the other Gryffindor students at her table. They had all been enjoying a nice Friday breakfast. Now, a lot of them looked just as shocked as she felt. Most girls in their seventh year had started to cry.
"They can't just do this!" Ron Weasley shouted.
At the same time, Dumbledore rose from his seat at the high-table. "All classes dismissed today, everyone who wants to go home and talk to their parents may do so for this weekend. All teachers will be available for counseling."
Hermione tried to breath, but it didn't work. Across the table she could see a girl being promised by her boyfriend that he would marry her as soon as he became eighteen. Some were lucky… Ginny Weasley, who was sitting next to her, also looked a bit pale. But her seventeenth birthday was still two years away.
"I don't understand why girls have to marry earlier than boys…" Ron muttered.
"Girls mature faster," Hermione answered, without really thinking about what she was saying.
She could see Harry looking thoughtful at Ginny. Yes, they could marry, Harry would be eighteen just a couple of weeks before Ginny's birthday… Some were indeed lucky. Hermione looked at Ron. She really liked Ron, but it was just in a friendly way. Besides, he was still sixteen; he would just be seventeen by the time she had to be married. Oh, why did she have to be a year older than them?
She, of course, knew the answer. You had to be eleven to enter Hogwarts. It was not like muggle-schools where you just had to become eleven in the same year as you began. If Hermione had just been born nineteen days earlier… but she would still be seventeen, she would just be in a class over Harry and Ron… And why was she thinking about this?
She had bigger problems. She couldn't think of anyone she would want to marry. It was not like she knew that many people… only the people at Hogwarts and Ron's brothers… Ron's brothers! She could marry one of them! But Bill was together with Fleur and he had already proposed. Charlie was always away somewhere and Hermione hardly knew him. Percy might be good, but he was so boring and she guessed he was still seeingPenelope. She couldn't see herself together with either Fred or George. Okay, maybe marrying a Weasley wasn't such a good idea after all.
Hermione jumped at Dumbledore's voice. She turned around and looked at him.
"Would you mind following me up to my office?"
She rose from her seat and followed the headmaster, not noticing the worried looks from Harry, Ron and Ginny. She couldn't really get a grip on what was happening. It felt like she was dreaming.
The office looked exactly like Harry had described it; a table full of different artifacts sending out smoke while spinning around. There were paintings of the former headmasters, and the phoenix was singing quietly. Dumbledore took a seat behind the desk and Hermione sat down nervously at the other side.
"Can I offer you anything?" Dumbledore asked.
"I don't think so. Unless you know a way to get out of this marriage-law?"
"I'm afraid not, Miss Granger," Dumbledore sighed. "But you are here, because of the law. You have received a proposal."
"I did? From whom?" Hermione couldn't think of anyone, who wanted to marry her. And she certainly didn't want to marry anyone.
"I will get to that, but first you most understand that the one behind all of this is Voldemort."
"Let me finish, Miss Granger. I know you must be very frustrated, but one of the reasons why Voldemort wants this law is because of you."
"Yes… you are a close friend of Harry Potter, and if you marry one of his followers, you will have to tell them everything you know about Mr Potter. I'm afraid you have no choice but to marry someone as soon as possible. We have to make sure that you are… relatively safe."
"It can't be true."
"I'm afraid it is, and that bring us to your proposal. Professor Snape."
Hermione's eyes widened. "NO!"
"Hermione, please see reason, Severus is the best choice you have. I'm not sure how, but Voldemort will not let anyone but a Death Eater propose to you."
"Why won't I be safe, if I wait a couple of months?"
"Hermione, you are a Muggle-born, you can get kidnapped or killed at any moment. You are safe in here, but there are a lot of dangers out there, and I can't look after you all the time. If you will marry Severus, your status will rise and you won't be a target anymore. And Voldemort will not get to know everything you know about Harry. Severus can give Voldemort false information about Harry. Information that may help us in the future."
Hermione took a deep breath. Yes, it was the most logical choice. Snape would not hurt her and even if she had to live with him, she could continue her life at Hogwarts. Snape was a spy and they would decide together what he would tell Voldemort about Harry. But what if Snape decided to join Voldemort for good and hold her prisoner inside some secret dungeon where she would never be able to touch a book again, and where he would torture her until she told him everything there was to know about Harry. She tried to focus on her breathing.
"Isn't there someone else?" she whispered.
Dumbledore shook his head. "I will call Severus up here, and then, you two can talk."
Hermione looked down at her feet, and a couple of minutes later, Snape came through the fire. Dumbledore left the office and she was alone with her future husband. Oh, that sounded weird.
"Look at me Miss Granger," Snape barked.
Hermione jumped and looked up. Snape studied her closely and she blushed.
"I want to make one thing clear, Miss Granger. I didn't beg for this job, but if I hadn't accepted it, you would be stuck with Lucius Malfoy right now, and I would probably still be suffering from the after-effects of some nasty curse."
Hermione felt her anger rise. "I don't want to marry anyone either, so why don't you just kill me and tell everyone it was an accident?"
"Would you rather die than live with me, Miss Granger?"
He smirked cruelly. "I thought so. Then, this unhappy union will begin tonight. I want a quiet celebration, but if it'll make you feel better, you may invite some friends. The wedding will be held here at seven."
Hermione stared at him in disbelief. "Today? But… can't we wait a month or two?"
"I rather not, Miss Granger, the Dark Lord wants the information as soon as possible. He will not be happy if I can't give him something this weekend. And I will not be happy if your stubbornness makes me fall victim to the Cruciatus."
"I…" Hermione sank down into the armchair again feeling a little guilty. She didn't want to be the reason for Professor Snape getting tortured. She didn't like him, but she had never liked seeing people get hurt.
"At least we will have the weekend to… get used to each other."
"This was supposed to be my birthday…"
Hermione felt empty inside. All her life had been about school. She had never had more than two friends at the time and she never had a boyfriend. Okay, she had gone out with Victor Krum, but that was it. Today was supposed to be the day when she could take control of her life! She had been looking forward to making her own decisions and doing those things she had always been too young to do. She had wanted to travel somewhere on her own this winter. She had always wanted to see the pyramids in Egypt. She had wanted to have some affair with some guy, if she found someone. Not anything serious, just to know what it was like to hold someone's hand and kiss someone. She had planned to graduate from Hogwarts with the highest marks anyone had ever seen and then get some apartment on her own, perhaps in London, and get a job. Then, when she had established a career, she would begin to think about getting married. Unless someone had came by and swept her of her feet before that. She never thought that she would have to marry someone now. She was not ready! Not even a bit. She didn't want to spend her life with a man, least of all a man twice her age and who disliked her.
"I'm sorry to destroy your happy day," Snape's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I hadn't planned to get married either. In fact, I had planned to collect some rare flowers under the full moon tonight, but I guess I have to wait until next month."
Hermione rose from the chair again and started to walk pace the office. "There has to be another way… I can ask one of Ron's brothers…"
"Really, Granger, aren't you listening? The Ministry has to allow the marriage. And the Dark Lord will not let them accept you marrying a Weasley."
"How is he able to control this?"
"Don't you think I would do anything about it if I knew?"
Hermione looked at him suspiciously. Okay, that made sense. It was not like he wanted to marry her. It didn't sound like he wanted to…
Dumbledore entered the office again. "Have you two come to an understanding?"
"We will be married here tonight," Severus declared.
"Good," Dumbledore said, but Hermione could see he didn't think any of this was really good. "Then, we have some things to decide. Do you two still want to remain at Hogwarts?"
"Yes!" both Hermione and Severus said fast.
"I thought so, but you will have to live together. I think it would be wise if Hermione came to live in your chambers, Severus."
A picture of Severus living in the Gryffindor Tower formed in Hermione's mind and she nodded. Severus wouldn't last a minute with the others in Gryffindor. And they wouldn't be able to sleep with him next to them. Oh no, she would have to sleep with Snape! And not only sleep, but sleep with him. The whole point of this was to get the witch pregnant as soon as possible. She had read something about them having a year before she had to be pregnant, or else her marriage would be broken and she would have to find another husband. He was going to see her naked and she was going to see him naked.
Oh sweet Merlin, this wasn't good. Hermione couldn't breath. Everything was going black. She was going do die.
"Oh, don't make a scene."
She could feel someone shaking her back to life and when she opened her eyes, she saw Severus staring down at her with an unreadable look at his face.
"Sorry…" she mumbled and sat up, taking control of her breathing again.
"Do you want some water?" Dumbledore asked concerned.
"As I was saying before Miss Granger's little black out, I think it would be best if we had separate bedrooms for the first month. I have no fantasies about sleeping with a child."
"I'm not a child!" she exclaimed. She hated when people called her a child, like she didn't know anything.
Severus arched an eyebrow at her outburst. "You are a child to me."
Hermione bit her lip to prevent an angry response. She would show him that she was no child. She could take care of herself!
"I will take care of the separate bedrooms," Dumbledore said. "But they will still be close to each other."
Severus nodded. "If you'll excuse me, I think I have some shopping to do."
"Am I supposed to buy something?" Hermione asked. His clear dislike of her made her feel angry. It was clear that they had to make the best of the situation. He didn't have to be so annoying.
"No, just put on something nicer for tonight," Severus eyed her again, before he left.
Dumbledore looked after him. "I know you must feel very confused and sad, Miss Granger, but give it some time and I think you and Severus will find something you like about each other."
"Or we will kill each other in the process," Hermione mumbled.
Dumbledore pretended he didn't hear her. But when Hermione left to find some comforting friends, she heard him sigh.