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Shared Flame	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 58981 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Good evening (or day, depending on where you are on the planet). Here is a new chapter! I want to thank Nerys and Serpent In Red for betaing it.

WARNING! This chapter contains smut. Don’t like? Don’t read!

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Chapter 9
Hermione was just about to make dinner for herself and Althea when there was a knock on the door. She instantly knew that it was Marcus, and the thought left her with both dread and excitement. When she opened the door, he quickly entered and shut it again. Then he pushed her up against the wall in her hall and kissed her heatedly. Hermione was too taken aback by his passionate display that she didn’t know what else to do but respond eagerly, and she was disappointed when he withdrew after just a minute.
Why had she been so worried about his promise to have her again? She wanted this. She wanted to experience having sex with him again. At first, she hadn’t wanted him because she wanted them to get to know each other. Then, she had thought he was too boring for anything long-term and hadn’t wanted to lead him on. Now, however, he was attractive, just the right amount of nice, very passionate and interesting. And he wanted her. She had no reason to deny him or herself any longer.
Marcus was still standing close to her, and as she tried to calm down from the kiss, he lifted his hand and used his thumb to stroke her swollen lips. She closed her eyes and repressed a moan at the tingle of pleasure his skin next to hers gave her.
“I’ll have you tonight again. Understand?” he whispered huskily.
Her eyes snapped open. He looked at her, and it was clear he wouldn’t take no for an answer. She nodded slowly. His kiss had made her whole body tingle more than usual and … well, for some reason, she didn’t feel like she would or could deny him anything right now. On a logical level, she knew it was ridiculous and that she was an independent woman who only had to do whatever she wanted. But another, bigger part of her wanted to roll over and show her submission. It was confusing and more than a little disturbing but … she would go with the latter.
He smiled in triumph and took a step away from her. His hand travelled down her shoulder and stroked her arm before he grasped her hand and pulled her into the living room.
“Now, what’s for dinner?” he asked in a much less sexy voice.
“Pasta and sausages,” Hermione answered, still feeling a bit breathless but trying to collect her emotions and control her raging libido.
He made a grimace. “Let me make a stew of the sausages.”
“Fine.”
Right then, Althea came out from the bedroom and squealed in delight upon seeing Marcus there. She ran toward him, and he captured her in his arms and lifted her up. They spoke quickly in Parseltongue to each other, and Hermione didn’t feel as left out as she usually did. Instead, she took the opportunity to slink into the bathroom. She inhaled deeply and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was bright red in excitement. That wouldn’t do. Just because they were having sex didn’t mean he had to know the full extent of her eagerness. He would only tease her, and she didn’t want that. Therefore, she splashed her face with some cold water before opening the cabinet behind the mirror.
The last time they had had sex, Hermione had gone to the apothecary to get a Day-After Potion. There, she had seen that they sold normal contraceptive potions as well. One dose kept you covered for a month. Out of impulse, she had bought one. They could be stored for a whole year, and well … she had been realistic enough to know that she probably would want to have sex again within a year, and it was good to be covered.
She uncorked it and drank the contents.
It tasted disgusting. She grimaced and washed her mouth with water before she went out to the room again, feeling a bit calmer. Marcus was standing at the stove, preparing dinner, and Althea was sitting on one of the wooden kitchen chairs, looking at him with interest.
“What have you two been talking about?” she asked, hoping she sounded somewhat casual.
“Althea stated that I’m a better cook than you,” Marcus replied smugly.
“You are.”
She had no problem admitting this. Even though she usually hated admitting being bad at something, she had come to terms with the fact that cooking just wasn’t her thing. Potions she was fine with, but only if she had the precise recipe in front of her. Cooking was the same. She could follow the recipe, but they were usually not that precise, and it was more luck than skills when she managed to create something good. Hence, she kept to the easier things.
Marcus, on the other hand, didn’t seem to bother with a recipe at all. He just threw in a little of this and that, and it turned out spectacular. She wasn’t that courageous when it came to cooking. Creating spells and new theories was one thing, cooking something else. However, it was unfair that he seemed to be so good at both.
They sat down at the table and started to eat. Althea used Parseltongue to speak with Marcus, but he answered her in English, probably for Hermione’s sake.
“Do you like this Miss Cooper, then?” Marcus asked Althea as he sliced up a piece of sausage.
Althea nodded and then hissed something.
“She hadn’t heard of the Grimm brothers?” Marcus asked, amused. “I hope you enlightened her.”
Another nod came from Althea. Hermione ate in silence, having no problem just watching her daughter interact with Marcus. It was nice to see her so talkative, even though Hermione couldn’t understand her. Hermione didn’t want to interrupt her since she felt sorry for her daughter. Althea rarely had the chance to talk this much with anyone. Besides, Althea was usually the first to finish, and after that, Hermione would have Marcus all to herself.
She felt some wetness forming between her legs and crossed them. Merlin, she had never felt this wanton before. Perhaps it was good Althea was still here. Otherwise, Hermione wasn’t sure she would be able to keep her hands off him before dinner was finished.
“Yes, I have actually read Little Red Riding Hood, and I felt sorry for the wolf as well,” Marcus said just then. Hermione looked up at him when he added: “He was just hungry for the little girl and couldn’t help himself.”
Hermione felt a shiver of anticipation and tried not to blush when he glanced over at her. Thankfully, his attention was quickly pulled back to Althea when she hissed something again.
He let out a bark of laughter. “No, I don’t think your mother would be all too pleased if you brought a wolf home as a pet.”
Hermione snorted as well.
Not soon after that, Althea looked up at her mother. “Can I go and play?”
“Of course, Althea. But don’t forget to thank Marcus for the dinner,” Hermione said with a smile.
“Scank you for dinner,” Althea said.
She still had trouble with some sounds in English and “th-” was definitely one of them. It turned into a hiss instead.
“You are most welcome,” Marcus said, and Althea left the table and went to the bedroom.
Hermione suddenly felt a little shy and didn’t know what to say. She looked down at her plate and rearranged the food that was still there.
“What did you think about the lesson?” Marcus asked casually after a short moment.
He wasn’t talking like they would have sex again later, and it made her relax enough to look up at him again.
“It was interesting,” she admitted. “I had read most of the theories you explained before, but it’s always interesting to hear a new point of view.”
Marcus chuckled. “Interesting as in ‘I can’t believe how clever he is’ or ‘all he says is rubbish but I have to be polite’?”
She laughed, feeling the tension in her stomach lessen. “A bit of both. I can’t say I agree with your view of the Polonius Anomaly, but—”
“Oh, please, don’t say you are a follower of McCaine’s ridiculous explanation!”
“I think McCaine’s explanation of the Anomaly is very reasonable. We did a test of it back in Australia and …” She went into a long explanation about the result of the test while Marcus did his best to point out all the faults of it. They only took a short break to put Althea in bed, and that break gave Hermione time to collect her thoughts. When they started again, after putting a silencing spell around the bedroom, she managed to point out where he lacked in his reasoning.
“… and therefore, it’s irrelevant whether you add the extra twist of the wrist or not when performing the spell because the change in the spell will make it work!” she said in triumph, stopping right in front of him.
She had been pacing while talking, needing to vent out the annoyance she felt when he crushed her defences. He, on the other hand, didn’t seem upset at all. He had been sitting in the couch the whole time with an air of nonchalance around him. Now, however, his eyes narrowed, and she could see that he was thinking hard. Then, his face broke into a smile.
“Merlin, you are sexy when you argue.”
She let out a small squeal when he pulled her down in his lap and started to snog her. Hermione answered him with a vengeance. The argument had made her all hot and bothered as well. Knowing that she was right also made this so much sweeter. Of course, it would be even sweeter if he admitted it. Perhaps if she…
He used his nails to scratch lightly on her back under her shirt. It sent shivers of pleasure right down to her sex. What was it she had just been thinking? Couldn’t have been important.
She moved her pelvis over his lap and could feel that he was hard underneath her. Why did it feel so nice to have him touch her? He began to trail kisses down her throat, and she moved her own hands up to his hair and ran her fingers through the soft texture. He acted like he was as horny as she was, but what did he really think about it? Did he like it as much as she did? She wanted to know …
Passion overwhelmed her. All of a sudden, she wanted to touch every little part of skin that was in front of her. She wanted to taste, touch and completely control ever single part of—
Her eyes flew open, and she saw herself sitting on top of him. No … she didn’t see it … he saw it.
The moment she realised that she was, in fact, seeing herself from his eyes, she was pushed back into her own body. She blinked a couple of times, disoriented. Then she let out another squeal when she was thrown on her back into the couch with him on top of her. The tip of a wand was pressed into her throat.
“What did you do?” he asked, furious.
She breathed quickly. “I don’t know! I’ve never … I just … I think I was inside you.”
The wand dug deeper into her skin. “So I felt. How?”
“I have no idea! I was just enjoying the kiss and wondering if you were, too.”
She bit her lip. Perhaps that was it? But she didn’t have that kind of power. Or she hadn’t had it before. Maybe it had to do with the touching thing?
He seemed to have reached the same conclusion because he suddenly sat up and stopped touching her skin. It made her feel empty somehow. His eyes were filled with agony as he looked down at her.
“What is the matter?” she asked, worried and confused. Why did she want him to touch her so much?
He rose from her. “I should go.”
“What?” she asked in disbelief and got up as well.
“We don’t know what this is, Hermione,” he said forcefully. “It could be dangerous!”
“Oh, no, you don’t!” she hissed, anger exploding within her. “You don’t just get to decide that we shall have sex and then take it back! I was the one not wanting this in the first place, but you insisted and—” She took a deep breath so her anger wouldn’t make her admit what kind of power he had over her. “If you run away like a scared puppy now, then that is it. I don’t need this confusion in my life. I want someone who doesn’t have a personality change every other second!”
He let out a growl and stalked back to her, gripping her hair and tilted her head upwards. Her hand fisted around his shirt, and she stared up at him firmly, the anger raging inside her. She didn’t hear the words being uttered, but she could feel him entering her mind and see her memories of the evening flash before her eyes. After he had seen what she had experienced in his mind, he withdrew, and she could feel his satisfaction. For what, she couldn’t tell.
“You won’t do that ever again,” he established slowly.
“I didn’t plan to,” she hissed. “And it’s not nice using Legilimency on some—”
He silenced her with a kiss. It was slower, but with the same pleasure as before. Just like that, her anger was washed away and replaced with need. The electric jolts his touch sent through her body made her shiver, and he had to half-carry her back to the couch. Once she was on her back, he started to kiss his way down her chin and throat. She closed her eyes, her body trembling every time his mouth touched her. His fingers worked to unbutton her shirt, and his mouth followed, tasting every new piece of skin. Just like she knew he wanted to do.
She opened her eyes a little and looked down at him. Never would she have guessed how strongly he felt for her. Sure, he had told her, but it was something else to experience it. It was both a relief to know that he did like her, but at the same time, it was quite scary. She didn’t even know if she were capable of feeling so strongly for anyone else. What would he do if she couldn’t meet his strong feelings? It wouldn’t be the first time someone left her because she didn’t return their feelings. Okay, so she didn’t think Ron had loved her, but in their last fight, he had claimed the reason he had gone to Lavender instead was because she didn’t return his feelings.
Then again, there was a nagging thought in the back of her mind that what she had felt when she was inside of Marcus wasn’t love. It was more … primal. Perhaps she shouldn’t think so much about what her feelings were. Perhaps she should just give in. She didn’t just want him. She needed him.
Her thoughts came to a stop altogether when he reached her breasts. He moved the bra away and started to suck her nipple. It made her clit ache to be touched, and so she moved her legs from underneath him and tilted her hips upwards, coming in contact with his hardness.
He stopped his movements and looked up at her. His eyes were dark with arousal. “Enough foreplay.”
It wasn’t a question, but Hermione nodded anyway. He vanished their clothes with his wand, and one of his hands travelled down between her legs. Their eyes were locked together as he thrusted two fingers inside of her. It stung a little as he stretched her sex. She was, however, very wet and stretchable, and the pleasure of having him inside her soon overwhelmed her. Her head fell back, and she closed her eyes, missing his satisfied smirk. He withdrew his fingers, and she was about to complain, but in the next second, she could feel something much larger at her entrance. One finger stroked her clit, and her moan turned into a gasp when he entered her.
It was much slower than the last time they had done it, but the pulsing of pleasure and magic swirling around inside her body was the same. She wrapped her legs around his back and pressed him down toward her, making him sink even deeper inside of her.
For a moment, they just lay there, breathing hard. The magic was dancing over her body. His tongue came out at her neck, licking it. It was more than Hermione could take, and the orgasm was somewhat surprising when it washed over her.
He groaned when she tightened around him, and he began to push in and out of her. Hermione hardly remembered to breathe as he moved. Every time he did, it felt like she was washed over with a brilliant wave of magic. Her hand fell down from his back and right next to his. Their fingers interlaced as he moved his hand on top of hers.
He started to move faster and harder, and his other hand found its way down between them and manipulated her clit again. She screamed out her second release and disappeared from her own body. Instead, she fell into his again but this time, he didn’t notice. He was too busy controlling the pleasure he was feeling from being inside her. Hermione didn’t understand why he was controlling himself until she heard the chanting. He didn’t speak it out loud but inside his mind. She didn’t recognise the words, but she could feel what it did to him. It filled him with magic unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was wild and wonderful, and she … no, he craved it more than anything.
When it reached its peak, he came, and she fell back into her own body again. She could still feel magic all around her skin, but it was nothing like what he had gathered inside his body. She closed her eyes, not wanting him to see how troubled she was. She had read about the phenomena. Wizards and witches stole magical energy from things that created a lot of magic. The magic was usually created from very intense practise by magical creatures like fairy dance or salamanders making fire. She had never heard about creating magic through sex. It wasn’t necessarily dark magic since it didn’t have to hurt anyone, but it could be. And since he was stealing it … or maybe not stealing it, he was after all taking a part in creating it. But so was she! Shouldn’t he have asked her if she wanted her share?
She thought back to what she had felt in his mind. Realisation hit her. He didn’t care. Hermione took a deep breath, not wanting him to notice her anger. That must be why he was so concerned about her entering his mind. He didn’t want her finding out. He was only using her to get stronger!
No.
That wasn’t the whole truth, she realised when she remembered what she had felt the first time she’d been inside his mind. He did want her. It wasn’t just the magic. He wanted her more than she wanted him, and yet … he didn’t mind taking advantage of her.
Well, he hadn’t been lying when he had said he wasn’t nice. This wasn’t nice of him at all.
Then came the next realisation. He hadn’t hurt her or drained any energy from her personally. So, it wasn’t dark magic. Also, he was, after all, taking part in creating it, and thus, it couldn’t be called stealing per se. A nicer man would probably have asked if she were okay with it, but she didn’t want a nicer man. Instead, she wanted him. He was controversial, sneaky and clever, but at least, she knew that now. She didn’t need to look at this as a break of her trust in him. It was more intriguing than hurtful, really. Why didn’t he tell her? Did he have a secret? In that case, she couldn’t wait to find out. However, she didn’t think confronting him would work. Instead, she would just have to be as sneaky as he was.
She smiled, her anger disappearing fully to be replaced with excitement. Suddenly, her life didn’t seem so boring anymore. It was like the good old days before the war ended. When everything had been a mystery and an adventure. She would figure him out; she was sure of it.

xxx

Voldemort felt high on magic. It took him several minutes to recover after he’d got his orgasm. Salazar, she was exquisite. What had he been so worried about? Feeling this powerful was worth anything.
He tilted his head up and saw that she was already conscious again. She seemed to have blacked out for a while. He chuckled at the memory. He hadn’t felt this happy since … well, since the last time they had sex. And then he hadn’t been able to collect the magic; instead, it had flown out and caused a lot of explosions.
He readjusted his body so he wasn’t crushing her anymore. Her fingers travelled over his back and to his face. He shivered with pleasure. No one had touched him like she did. He had never allowed it before.
“How are you feeling?” he asked and bit her finger lightly when it came to his mouth.
She smiled. “Excellent. Kiss me.”
He was happy to oblige. The kiss was much lazier than the ones before, but he didn’t mind. He had got what he wanted and didn’t mind giving her what she wanted. Lord Voldemort always rewarded those who pleased him. After a moment, she broke the kiss by sighing.
“I need to pee,” she stated, looking a bit embarrassed.
“Very well,” he accepted and sat up, pulling her with him.
After giving him another quick kiss, she hurried into the bathroom. Voldemort stayed on the couch for a short moment before he stood up as well. He was feeling peckish. Chocolate would be nice. What woman didn’t have chocolate at home?
After a couple of minutes of looking through the pantry, he realised that Hermione was, in fact, a woman who didn’t have any chocolate at home. Pouting, he went to the freezer and found ice-cream. It was plain vanilla, but he had seen some cacao powder in the pantry. A quick spell later and he had chocolate ice cream. Wonderful!
Hermione came out again, wearing a dressing gown. She arched an eyebrow when she saw him standing at the kitchen table, enjoying himself.
“What?” he asked and licked his lips clean. “I like chocolate after sex.”
She huffed and went up to him. “You could, at least, have made me some.”
He shrugged, and with another spell, she got a bowl as well. It wasn’t like he wanted to share his.
Hermione jumped up on the kitchen table and began eating as well. “Will you sleep here?” she asked, slowly licking the ice cream off the spoon.
He watched the way her tongue moved and concluded that he would want her to give him a blow job sometime in the nearby future.
“If you want me to,” he replied with a shrug.
Sure, he wouldn’t get any sleep because, well, that was ridiculous. Like he would ever lower his guard so much that he would sleep near another person. But when she woke up, they might have sex again and that he wanted. In fact, in another fifteen minutes, he would probably be up for it again.
“I don’t know,” she replied thoughtfully. “I haven’t slept in the same bed with anyone since I was little. Well, except with Althea, but she is a very quiet sleeper so I hardly notice her.”
He chuckled. “I can’t say I find sleeping together that interesting. It’s just sleeping after all. Waking up may be a bit more pleasurable than usual, though.” He gave her a naughty wink.
She frowned. “Althea sleeps in there as well.”
“And with a little spell, she won’t notice a thing,” he reassured her before he swallowed the last of the ice cream and placed the bowl in the sink, washing it off.
“I always forget that you were also raised by Muggles,” Hermione suddenly commented
He frowned. “What makes you say that?”
“Well, sometimes, you do things the Muggle way. Not often but … well, like just now. I do it, too, since I was raised by Muggles, and I’ve heard that it gives me away.”
His frown increased. He hadn’t noted that she was so observant. Well, he hadn’t hidden the fact that he was a half-blood. It was an excellent cover story. No one would ever think Lord Voldemort would admit that he was a half-blood after all.
“Well, you know that I was. However, I did leave that world once I was of age.”
“Yes. After you father died, right?” she asked with a frown and placed her bowl next to her on the table.
He nodded. “Around that time, yes.”
“And you still have no idea who your mother is?” she asked.
He shrugged. “No. I don’t really care. She made it clear she didn’t want anything to do with us, and thus, I don’t want anything to do with her. But I try not to dwell on the past too much.”
When he saw that she seemed to want to ask more, he stepped closer to her. The fewer things he said, the easier it would be to remember his lies in the future. Besides, he could think of a lot of more pleasant things to do than make up lies about his past. He began to finger the rope tying her dressing gown together.
“You shouldn’t wear clothes.”
“Unfortunately, society demands it,” she replied dryly.
Yet, she let him open her dressing gown and touch her body again, apparently letting go of the previous subject.
He hadn’t really taken his time to appreciate her perfect body. It wasn’t flawless per se, but the flaws made it more interesting. Like the faint purple scar running between her breasts.
“What happened?” he asked before he leaned down and kissed the line.
“A Death Eater called Dolohov cursed me when I was sixteen,” she replied, shuddering slightly when his lips came in contact with her skin.
Ah, the prophesy incident.
He was surprised Dolohov hadn’t done more than just cursing her but glad as well. Women Dolohov had played with were usually very reluctant to ever play again. Then again, she probably had had Potter protecting her. Well, the boy was doomed to do something right once in a while.
“He is dead now, right?” Voldemort asked, continuing to kiss down her stomach.
Of course, he was perfectly aware that Dolohov was dead, but it was not something a mere university professor was supposed to keep in mind. After all, a lot of Death Eaters had died or gone to prison after the war, and if he showed that he knew the state of every Death Eater, she would definitely become suspicious.
“Yes. He died at the battle at Hogwarts.” She leaned back on her elbows.
He kissed her smooth stomach which showed no evidence of bearing a child. Every time he kissed her, it felt like small jolts of magic connected with his lips and travelled down his spine to his groin. Even though he was still feeling content and filled with magic, he could feel himself getting hard again. He reached her legs and kissed his way down her left thigh. Her breathing increased as he neared his goal. She was already dripping wet, and he decided to do a little test on how responsive she could be. Pushing her legs further apart, he aimed his magic and pushed it into her cunt at the same time as he captured her clit with his mouth. It made the pleasure that she always felt when they were touching increase tenfold.
Hermione let out a small scream and fell back on the table. Apparently, she responded rather easily. He chuckled into her cunt, sending vibrations through it. She tasted surprisingly good. Perhaps that had to do with the fact that she was his Soul Mate? He needed to start researching it again. Even though the thought had crossed him a couple of times in the past months, it just hadn’t seemed very important. However, it was very worrisome that she had been able to enter his body like that. But now was not the time to think about that. He turned to the task at hand.
When she was thrashing around like crazy and moaning wantonly, he rose and pulled her to the edge of the table. With one quick movement, he was inside her again for the second time that night.
Oh, Salazar, he never wanted to leave.
This was why the Soul Mate issue hadn’t bothered him so much. How could anything that made him feel this good and powerful be bad for him? As she tightened around him, he pushed his magic into her body, controlling her, keeping her at the edge of her orgasm until he was there as well. He wanted to feel her muscles tighten around him as he came.
“Oh, Merlin, please, I need to come!” Hermione groaned, her nails scratching the surface of the table.
“Patience is a virtue, Hermione,” he reminded her, letting his magic run to every sensitive zone in her body.
“Fuck,” she sobbed, grinding her hips against his.
“I am,” he replied, thrusting deeply into her.
He was at the brink of climaxing when he released her. Once he allowed the orgasm to wash over her, she let out a short scream before her body stilled under him. When he came back down from the high, he saw her lying unconscious on the kitchen table. He smirked. It was good that she had no trouble trusting him with her body. The sooner she learned that he was in charge, the better for both of them. He got his fill of power, and she got to have sex with him. All was well.
Sighing happily, he pulled out of her and cleaned up the mess they had made on the table with his wand. Then he lifted her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. It looked like he was going to “sleep” here after all.
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