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Atlantis - An Adventure	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 20208 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
Yay, finally new chapter! Warning! Major sex-scene coming up! The longest I’ve were written! Enjoy!

QueenRuby; Hehe, Voldemort indeed back in working order, like you’ll see in this chapter! Mohaha! And I hope you haven’t died by the week-long wait! Enjoy!

MetalHead18314: It’s never enough ;) But I hope you’ll think this is somewhat satisfying, hehe! I’m glad you like the story so much! Enjoy the chapter!

Dragonmagic: If you are reading this story as well, I just want to say thank you for the nice reviews on The Contract and Dmitri! Hope you like this as well! Mrequecky: Haha, you are actually right… hope you like horny Voldemort!

Citten: You’ll see it this chapter that everything is n working order, mehe! And it will be full of all sorts of nice things! At least I hope you find it nice. I had a fun time writing it, haha! Enjoy!

Soniab: Glad you liked both chapter! And Voldemort didn’t really have a choice with the cleansing… which you hopefully saw in the next chapter. And well, Voldemort is more human now, but his personality hasn’t changed so much. I’ll point out what has changed in this chapter, but he is still mean ol’ Voldy! Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 12

Going to a pub with Sirius appeared to include drinking. Loads and loads of drinking. They did do some catching up, but it was mostly Hermione having to answer all Sirius’ questions about Harry. Half an hour before dark, Sirius followed her back to her room. Naomi and Remus had already disappeared and Hermione was quite sure she knew what they were doing. Sirius gave her many hints that he would like to spend the night with her as well, but Hermione just couldn’t see him as a boyfriend. He was like an uncle! Besides, she was quite sure he wasn’t looking for a relationship, just a quick fuck. She really didn’t want that.

The next day, Naomi woke her up and brought her to breakfast. Hermione was having a dreadful headache and asked Naomi if there was a library she could be alone in. As it turned out, Atlantis did have a very big library and Hermione’s headache was defeated by the happiness over so much new knowledge.

Naomi came and got her for dinner and when Hermione was reluctant to leave, Naomi told her she could bring some books back to her room. Said and done, after dinner, about an hour before dark, Hermione followed Naomi back to her room.

“Uhm, do you think you can manage by your own tonight?” Naomi said and glanced backwards in the corridor. They had passed the corridor to Remus’ room a moment ago.

Hermione smiled. Her arms were full of books. “With all these? You would be bored with me. My room is just down there, right?”

Naomi smiled thankfully. “I’ll wake you up tomorrow for breakfast!”

“Okay, have fun,” Hermione smiled back. Naomi had really warmed up toward Hermione.

With some help from her elbow and hip, Hermione opened the door. She was very surprised when someone grabbed her head from behind. She dropped the books.

“You are so hot,” a dark, slightly hoarse voice whispered in her ear. “I forgot.”

Hermione broke free from the hands, took a step backwards but stumbled over the books. She would have fallen if the man hadn’t captured her. She stared up at his face. Brown hair, a little stubble on the pale elegant face. His eyes were dark and yet…

“Voldemort?” she asked in disbelief.

He smiled, showing off his perfect teeth. “I didn’t think you’d recognise me.”

She pressed her lips together and smacked his chest. “And yet you creep up on me like that!”

He chuckled, but didn’t let go of her. “I hadn’t planned to. I was waiting for you. When I saw you, I had to touch you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What happened with you?”

He lifted her up. “I’m not in the mood for talking right now.”

She didn’t fight him as he laid her down on the bed. Not even when he lay down on top of her. He even managed to give her a very passionate kiss before she stopped him.

“I just want to know what changed,” she gasped.

“Aluga took me to a pool, pushed me in and the water removed all traces of darkness inside me,” he whispered as he continued to kiss her neck. “The only side-effect so far is that it reduced my age. I haven’t really understood why yet, but so far, I can’t find anything to complain about.” He pressed his nose against her neck and inhaled.

Hermione shuddered. “So you are good now?”

He chuckled. “I’m not under any influence of Dark Magic.”

Why did she have a feeling that didn’t mean he was a better person? “Why are you here?”

His hand traced her side. “Because I’m re-experiencing some things I haven’t experienced in a long time and you were the only person here I could think of celebrating that with.”

“What?” she asked, confused.

He chuckled and moved even closer to her so she was pressed against him. “You have kissed other men before me, yes?”

“Yes,” she answered, starting to get an idea where he was going.

“Didn’t you ever feel like something was missing when we kissed?” He slowly grinded his hips against hers. Hermione could feel his hardness press again her.

“Oh...” She blushed. “Well, yes, maybe. But it didn’t bother me, because-” He gripped her leg and moved it on top of his hip. “- uhm… b-because I’ve n-never-”

“Hush,” he whispered and gave her a light kiss. “I know you are a virgin and I’ll be very gentle.”

Hermione was trembling. “B-but I’m not sure I w-want to…”

“Then let me convince you,” he mumbled and kissed her again.

His stubble was rough against her skin, but the way he nibbled her lip made her sigh of unwilling pleasure. He hitched up her skirt around her waist and stroked her leg. Now Hermione could feel the changes from the other time they kissed. He was passionate and eager. Their other kisses had been like the ones heroes exchanged in a cartoon. This was more R-rated.

His hand came up over her thigh and Hermione was suddenly aware that she didn’t wear any knickers under the dress. Naomi had told her that no one had bothered to find a way to transfigure anything into undergarment. Since Hermione always slept without her underwear, it hadn’t felt so strange to go around without it either. Until now, that was.

Voldemort smiled against her lips when he realised that too. Hermione’s breath hitched in her throat when he gently stroked her sex. No one had ever touched her there beside herself. It didn’t feel bad, just… quite strange. But then he left her sex and his hand travelled up under her dress. He didn’t let go of her lips once and Hermione was starting to respond quite eagerly herself. She moved so he could lift the part of the dress she was lying on. The bed was soft against her backside, and it made a nice contrast to his hardness. His hand found her breast and he started to stroke it. She let out a moan when his lips left hers in favour of her neck which he started to nibble. Who would have thought the neck could be so arousing?

She started to stroke his body too, feeling his chest, face and hair. Who would have thought the Dark Lord would grow hair? It was so soft and thick and straight! Oh, how she would like to have hair like his.

He made her roll on top of him and pulled her dress off. That made Hermione once again realise what was about to happen. She covered her breasts and blushed furiously.

“Oh no, Hermione,” he mumbled and pulled her down for another passionate kiss. His cock was standing hard underneath his robe and Hermione blushed even more as he made her move on top of him. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

He rolled them around again so she was lying on her back and started to undress himself. Hermione watched with a shy curiosity as he reviled himself for her. He was thin, but his skin was spotless. She found herself reach out and touch him. He closed his eyes and let out a trembling breath as her hand stroked his upper body. Then he opened his eyes again and smiled down at her. He kicked off his robe and was naked on top of her. Before Hermione had time to gather up the courage to glance at the thing she had yet to see, he had moved down to crush his lips against hers again. She closed her eyes and he moved his lips down over her chin and neck, over her breasts which he gave quite a bit of attention. Hermione felt like electricity was travelling from her nipples and down to her cunt. She hadn’t realised it before, but she was getting very wet.

She was surprised when he left her breasts and continued downwards. Her breathing became even more rapid when he kissed a trail down the inside of her right thigh and then up again over her left. She was starting to get quite desperate to feel him move against her sex again. It was throbbing!

He put his nose against her groin. It tickled and her legs twitched out of reflex. He chuckled and placed his hands on her thighs, pushing them apart. Hermione suddenly felt quite insecure. What if she looked unnatural down there? What if something was wrong?

Those thought faded away when Voldemort started to trace her labia with his tongue. Merlin, that was certainly a new experience. It didn’t feel bad, but it was a bit strange to have someone licking her down…

“Oh sweet mother of Merlin!” she gasped.

Voldemort chuckled. His tongue had found a very interesting spot a bit over her opening which she really liked him touching. After he had flicked it a second time, she realised that it was her clit. How come she had never managed to make it feel that good before? It was like a small explosion inside her every time he touched it!

“You taste so good,” he mumbled and started to trace her opening. Hermione winced of the sudden need to feel him everywhere. She was so horny!

He stuck his tongue inside her twice, then travelled up to her clit again. Hermione instinctively pulled one of her knees up to give him better access. Her eyes were pressed hard together. Something big was coming.

Voldemort pressed one of his fingers inside her and arched it, touching something she had no idea she had. It was almost painful and yet she didn’t want him to stop. He was sucking on her clit now, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. Hermione gripped his hair, pushing him closer against her. He arched his finger again on that sweet, sweet place and Hermione cried out when the biggest orgasm she had ever felt washed over her.

While she was high on pleasure, Voldemort moved up over her body again, kissing each of her breasts once before landing on her mouth. Hermione kissed him back lazily.

“You are so wet and hot,” he breathed into her ear. “I want to feel you around my cock.”

Hermione was too delirious to be scared. “Okay,” she breathed back.

He got into position. Hermione was too tired to really help him, but she stroked his arm affectionately. He pushed inside.

Hermione gasped as his quite big cock stretched out her inner walls. She knew she would get used to it, she just needed some time to adjust… but it hurt! At least he didn’t move. Instead, he was kissing her neck again. That felt very nice. One of his hands started to stroke her breast again. That felt very nice too. Hermione took a deep breath and started to relax. As she relaxed, her inner walls relaxed too, making them adjust to his size and stop hurting.

Voldemort looked up at her with lustful eyes. She realised this was the first time he looked her directly into the eyes since they landed on the bed. It was so frightening and amazing. Now they were as physically connected as a man and a woman could ever be and he was showing her how much he liked it with his eyes. Hermione reached up to kiss him. He kissed her back and started to move slowly in short strokes, not even get halfway out before he pushed into her again.

Her left hand found his right and she grabbed it at he moved in and out of her. He let go of her mouth and started to move faster, but still with short strokes. Hermione started to enjoy it. It felt so… primitive and exciting. She looked up at his face and saw that his eyes were closed and his mouth half opened. He looked so focused and intense that Hermione couldn’t help but to smile. She lifted her right hand and traced the side of his face with her fingers. He opened his eyes again and she found herself pulled into them, it was almost like…

Memories came flying through her mind and into his. They were too fast for her to really see what it was, but they seemed to be quite random. Something from when she was young, climbing a tree, one from when she and Harry and Ron was together in the library at Hogwarts, one about her playing with her cat and such memories she hardly knew she was remembering.

The flow abruptly stopped when Voldemort closed his eyes and started to push more feverishly. He was grunting as he ejaculated inside her. He looked as if he was feeling so much pleasure and Hermione felt quite amazed of being able to see him feel it. With a last trust, he fell down on top of her. Hermione felt a bit overwhelmed by how much she was feeling. Happiness from having experienced something so amazing, confused over what had happened at the end, both relief and sadness over not being a virgin anymore and frightened over what would happen next. Would he be like the man who Lavender sobbingly told Parvati and Hermione about, who had just used her one winter at a pub, told her she was a good fuck and then left?

Voldemort slid down from her and landed between her and the wall. His hand landed on her stomach and he slowly stroked it.

“Uhm… that was nice,” she said when she couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

“Just nice?” he sounded a bit offended.

“Well, I don’t have much to compare it too,” she answered awkwardly.

“We will take care of that once I’ve got some rest,” he mumbled into her hair. “Do you want to use the bathroom first, or shall I?”

“You can go first if you want to,” she answered, not really sure she needed to pee.

He kissed her forehead and got up with a groan. Hermione watched his backside as he walked into the bathroom. He had quite cute buttocks. She giggled at her own thought. Oh, Merlin, she had just had sex!

She was still smiling for herself when he came back out. “What do you find do funny?”

“It’s just… I had no idea I was going to have sex tonight,” she said with a silly grin, sitting up.

“And?” he asked, amused.

“Well, it was a big thing for me,” she said, her grin disappearing.

He sighed and came over to her and stroked her cheek. “Didn’t I tell you that you were the only one I wanted this night? I do no lie.”

She arched her eyebrow.

“Fine, I do, but why would I lie about that?” He let go of her. “Aluga made it more than clear that she would be happy to share her bed with me, but I decided I wanted you.”

“Why?”

“Why not?” he asked with a shrug.

She pressed her lips together. “Oh, that is such a nice thing to say to a girl. ‘Why not’. You make it sound like… like something you didn’t really want to do, but since you didn’t have anything better to do, you did it anyway.”

He snorted. “Now you are just silly.”

She stood up. “And you are so unfeeling! Merlin! How could I have sex with you?” She made to walk pass him and into the bathroom, but he grabbed her arms and looked down at her.

“Listen now, girl,” he said harshly. “If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been going through some changes. I don’t understand it and tonight I simply followed my instincts and they led me to you and once we started, you didn’t complain either. Now stop overreacting!”

Hermione couldn’t help her, she started to cry. She looked down at her feet and cried silently.

“For crying out loud,” Voldemort muttered and loosed his grip on her arms and instead moved his hands to her face, forcing her to look up. “I’ve thought about having sex with you since… well, I don’t really remember, but defiantly since Mexico. The only reason I didn’t was because I couldn’t. Now when I realised I could, my thoughts went straight to you.” He brushed her tears away with his thumbs.

She pushed him away and put her arms around her naked from. It was getting chilly.

“But you always use people,” she whispered. “I know you do. I have the mark to prove it.”

He sighed. “You are tired, Hermione. And for the first time in about twenty years, so am I. Can’t we have this fight tomorrow instead?”

“Okay.” Perhaps he was right. She was just so overwhelmed and confused by everything right now and so tired that she couldn’t really think straight. Perhaps it was better to sleep on it and talk about it tomorrow.

She went to the bathroom and washed away the stickiness from between her legs. She would have liked a full shower, but that had to wait for tomorrow. Taking a couple of deep breaths to collect herself, she left the bathroom. He was already lying in bed and she crept down next to him. He spooned around her and as far as she could tell, fell asleep at once. She stared out into the darkness for hours before she fell asleep.

xxx

Voldemort had forgotten what it was like to dream. The dream he had this night didn’t make much sense. It all went very quickly. He woke up, sweaty, confused and more tired than he had been when he went to sleep last night. So many emotions were swilling around inside him. He knew he had felt them all before, a long time ago, but for the past twenty years he had been uneven. Either he felt things very strongly or very meekly. Never in between. Now he felt more… well, alive actually. And the sex with Hermione had been extraordinary. Unfortunately she had ruined it all with her crying and uncertainty. It wasn’t that he felt guilty for making her cry; he just found it so annoyingly unnecessary. Didn’t she know that she wasn’t a one-night-stand?

Apparently not. Although, he didn’t think she would feel so much better if he told her that he wouldn’t stand for her sleeping with someone else now. He had, for the past weeks, considered her as his, but now he felt that even more strongly. He was a very jealous man and he wanted her for himself. She was just too good to share.

He yawned and stretched. Hermione moved next to him but didn’t wake up. He placed his hand at her waist and felt the soft skin. The blanket was twisted between their legs. Since he felt that she was a little cold, he reached down and spread it over them again. She let out a sigh. He traced the outline of her body with his hand. For some reason it made him feel very relaxed. It was nice because it had been a long time since he was able to just enjoy and relax.

He leaned closer and kissed her shoulder. She smiled in her sleep. He pulled her hair away from her neck and kissed her there. He noticed that he had given her some love bites last night. That made him smile.

She started to wake up and he continued to nuzzle her slowly.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice hoarse from sleeping.

“Touching you,” he purred.

“Why?”

“Because I like it.” He stroked the outside of her breast. “How are you feeling today?”

She turned to her back. “My muscles are a little sore, I think. How about you?”

“I’m feeling quite happy actually,” he said with a smile.

She blushed. “That’s nice. Uhm… what does this mean?”

“What does what mean?” he asked and leaned his head against his elbow so he could see her better.

“Well, we had sex and… what does it mean? Are we a couple or…?” She looked at him shyly.

Voldemort chuckled at her naivety. “Hermione, people don’t become a couple just because they have had sex. Besides, do you even want to be in a relationship with me?”

She looked at him in disbelief. “But I thought… last night you said that you wanted to have sex with me again!”

“I do and I will,” he answered, really not seeing why she was so upset, but understanding that he would have to make this very clear to her. “And for as long as you share my bed, I will not stand for you being with someone else.”

“But you can?”

He rolled his eyes. “Like there would be anyone else I wanted to have sex with while I have you to keep me satisfied.”

She looked as if she tried to figure out if that was a compliment or not. “Okay, so we will have an exclusive sexual relationship, but we won’t be a couple?”

“Exactly,” he said, pleased that she was so cleaver.

“But… how is that different from being a couple?” she asked, sourly.

“Because if I’m not completely mistaken, couples share something called love,” he answered cynically. “Do you love me, Hermione?”

“No,” she answered thoughtfully, then she frowned and smacked him. “You are trying to manipulate me into accepting this!”

He smirked. “Oh, I’m not trying, I’m succeeding.”

She pressed her lips together and started to get out of bed. Voldemort sat up, gripped her hand and spun her into his lap.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he mumbled into her ear. “Tell me you want to have a relationship with me. I’m still the Dark Lord, even if I look more human, and you are still the Order’s Muggleborn princess.”

“They will still despise me,” she whispered back. “I slept with you.”

He pulled his hands over her thighs. “Sex is a human drift. It’s healthy and makes you feel better. Besides, we are just attracted to each other. One can’t control whom he or she finds attractive, it would be like controlling whether or not you feel cold today. A little sex won’t hurt you.”

He kissed her throat and massaged the inside of her thighs. She was breathing heavily.

“But you can,” she breathed.

“Not unless you give me a reason to,” he whispered back. “But you are such a good girl…”

Hermione leaned back against his chest as his hands came closer to her hot centre. However, before they reach its treasure, there was a knock on the door. Hermione yelped and flew from Voldemort’s lap and in under the blanket. Voldemort felt quite sour, but covered himself with the blanket too just before the door opened, reviling a brown-skinned woman. She seemed very surprised to see him there.

“Who are you?” she asked. “Where is Hermione?”

Hermione sat up behind his back. He didn’t have to see her to know that she was blushing furiously.

“Hi Naomi.” Her voice was weak. “This is Voldemort.”

A smile spread over Naomi’s face. “Good morning. I just came to remind you about breakfast.”

“Thank you, Naomi,” Voldemort said smoothly. “We will be with you shortly.”

Naomi nodded and left again. Hermione put her forehead against Voldemort shoulder and groaned.

“Your guide?” Voldemort asked.

“Yes,” she answered. “And now Remus will find out and then Sirius.”

“How?” he asked curiously. “And Sirius who?”

“She is sleeping with Remus and Sirius is his guide. You remember Sirius Black, right? Bellatrix Lestrange pushed him through the Veil last year.” Hermione sat up, wrapping the blanket around her.

“Sirius Black is here?” Voldemort asked surprised and annoyed.

“Apparently. Merlin, they will hate me,” she groaned.

Voldemort sighed and looked at her. “They have nothing to hate you for. Come on, let us take a shower and go and eat something. I’m starving.” He would have to think more about this new information later. It was important somehow, he just knew it.

“Fine. But keep your hands to yourself,” she muttered and got up.

He smirked, got up and followed her into the bathroom. “Very well, I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

She scowled at him. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

He just chuckled, but didn’t try to convince her to make the shower into something sexual. He did feel very hungry.

xxx

Hermione hardly remembered the last time she saw anyone eat with the same apatite as Voldemort did that morning. He inhaled the food. Not that she could blame him, she knew he hadn’t eaten in the last twenty years or so and he really looked like he needed it. However, she did worry that he would get a stomach cramp and told him so.

He just scowled at her and continued to eat. Hermione sighed and continued with her own breakfast. They were sitting at one of the long tables in the dining hall. It seemed to be mostly working people here, judging by their clothes. It reminded her a little of Hogwarts’ Great Hall, but with a lot more long parallel tables and these ones were made of stone. They were sitting at the end of one, eating a lot of dishes Hermione didn’t know what they were, but they tasted good enough. Halfway through breakfast, Aluga came up to them. This day she wore a dark green dress which made her look very pretty.

Aluga put a hand on Voldemort’s shoulder. “Don’t eat so fast, you body has to get used to it.”

To Hermione’s great surprise, Voldemort reluctantly put down his spoon.

“Good boy,” Aluga purred and cluttered his hair. Hermione felt a dark jealously possess her. “You two are invited to the Highnesses at midday. Naomi will come and pick you up.” She left them again.

Voldemort pulled his finger through his hair with a grimace. Hermione swallowed her silly jealousy, wondering where it had come from.

“Will you tell me what happened?” she asked in a low voice.

“Apparently the water here is magical in a healing, cleansing way,” he explained in an equally low voice. “She made me bath in it until all Dark Arts had disappeared from my body.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “You bathed with her?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Jealous?” He chuckled. “Hermione, you are hardly the first woman I’ve been with. But no, we didn’t bath together.”

Hermione huffed. “I know that. I just… Snape and Remus are so involved with their Atlantis-women.”

“Yes, you mentioned that, but I don’t think I realised how much until now.” Voldemort was looking very displeased.

Hermione looked up and saw Snape and Katja coming into the dining-hall. Snape was holding a hand on Katja’s back, actually smiling. When he spotted Hermione, he started to lead his guide toward her. Apparently he hadn’t yet recognised Voldemort, but when he got closer he did and that made him stop, his eyes widening.

“My Lord?” he asked when he and Katja sat down on the opposite side of the table.

“Good morning Severus,” Voldemort said dryly. “Who is your friend?”

“This is Katja,” he introduced.

Katja smiled uncertainty. “You must be Voldemort.”

“That I am.” Voldemort answered in a not so friendly tone. “You seem happy, Severus.”

“And you seem… different,” Snape replied and let his eyes wander from his master to Hermione. Hermione started to blush, feeling like Snape could see straight through her. He would know what had happened last night. It still felt so surrealistic. She didn’t know if she would feel guilty, embarrassed or just laugh hysterically.

“Ah, well, I had a bath and apparently the water her washes away all traces of Dark Arts,” Voldemort answered dryly.

“I see,” Snape said and started to pour up some pudding on his plate.

Voldemort looked like he was about to say something more, but instead he had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop a burp. “Pardon.” He rose. “I’ll talk to you later Severus.” Then he left. Hermione was quite sure he had got that stomach ache and decided to leave him alone for a while.

“Katja, could you give me a moment alone with Miss Granger?” Snape asked.

Katja nodded and with a shy smile towards Hermione, she took her plate and walked away. Hermione looked at Snape questionably.

He wouldn’t really meet her eyes. “Did you and the Dark Lord sleep together?”

Hermione frowned. “I can’t see why that would be any of your business.”

Snape sighed and finally looked directly at her. “Miss Granger, I know we haven’t even been remotely friendly to each other in the past, but I have never wished any harm to any of my students. With one or two exceptions.” He made a grimace. “But not to you.”

Hermione smiled at the compliment, very surprise he would say that. “You have been friendlier to me since I ended up on this mission.”

“I try,” Snape said with a half smile, but then he turned serious again. “That is why I want to give you an advice. Do not fall for his charms.”

Hermione made a grimace. “I know he is a dangerous manipulative bastard.”

“And yet you shared the night with him?” Snape asked with a raised eyebrow.

She blushed. “He was very persuasive.”

“I know he is. That makes him so dangerous.” Snape leaned closer to her over the table. “Trust me, Miss Granger, you do not want to become his obsession. If you are lucky, this was just a one time thing. Don’t encourage him!”

“But he already said that he wanted to do it again… and he said that he would be angry if I slept with someone else,” Hermione said and looked down at her hands.

Snape cursed, stood up and came over to her side, sitting down next to her. Hermione pulled back when he brushed her hair away from her neck, but he didn’t touch her, just cursed again.

“What?” she asked and pulled her hair back around her neck.

“You have love bites on your neck,” Snape replied with a sigh. “Did you kiss?”

“Yes of course we did!” Hermione once again didn’t know if she should be embarrassed or angry. “Why wouldn’t we?”

“Because if he was just looking for a quick fuck, he wouldn’t have cared enough to touch you more than necessary,” Snape answered with a grimace. “Please, Miss Granger, get out while you still can!”

Hermione had no idea what to say and thankfully she was saved by the arrival of Remus and Sirius.

“Good morning!” Remus greeted them. “Found anything interesting in the library yeasterday, Hermione?”

Hermione, glad to have something else to think about instead of her growing confusion, started to tell him about some really interesting things she had found. They really had a vast knowledge of the sky for a people living underground. After about twenty minutes, they were all done (Snape had disappeared soon after Remus and Sirius appeared) and Hermione walked back to her own room.

The door to the bathroom was open and she could hear water moving inside. It was also hotter inside the room than it had been when she left. She stepped into the bathroom and noticed that the heat came from the bathtub where Voldemort was lying with his eyes closed.

“One word and I’ll make your ears bleed,” he hissed without opening his eyes.

Hermione pressed her lips together, forcing herself not to smile and went back into the room, picking up one of the books she had dropped last night and sat down to read. It was about alchemistic and Hermione soon got lost inside it. She didn’t look up before Voldemort actually placed his hand in front of the text.

“What?” she asked.

“It seemed like you lost yourself inside the book,” he replied dryly.

“I do that sometimes,” she said. “It’s very interesting.”

“I can imagine.” He sat down next to her. “But now when I have your attention, I want you to tell me everything you know about the Highnesses.”

Hermione made a mental note about which page in the book she had read and put it away before she turned to him, her legs crossed. Now she noted that he was only wearing a towel around his waist. She tried not to stare too much in that direction when she told him what her meeting with the Highnesses had been like.

“You are sceptical about something,” he noted when she stopped talking.

“Well,” she hesitated. “They tried to sound like they have no secrets about Atlantis and that we are allowed to ask them anything… but they were still controlling what subjects we talked about and I hardly got a chance to ask anything really important.”

He was silent for a moment. “I think it’s safe to assume that they have secrets. All leaders have secrets. We will see where this meeting takes us. I think that for now it will be safest to go along with the conversation. Do not question them if you feel like they haven’t given you the answer you wanted.”

“Why not?” she asked, curious.

“Because an untold answer can sometimes be as telling as a told answer,” he remarked. “Besides, we don’t want enemies here.”

She nodded, that sounded reasonable enough. “I made a list of things I wanted to know.”

“A list?” he sounded very amused.

She smiled and walked over to the casket. She came back with a scroll. “Can you think of anything else?”

“Do you have a quill?”

She gave him one and let him read in silence. He erased some of her lines with his wand and added a couple of new ones instead. When he was done, he handed them back to her.

She frowned when she read one if his questions revolving how they worked their magic. “They don’t use a wand here?”

“No. Aluga showed me some very magnificent magic with just her hands,” Voldemort answered.

“But you can use magic without a wand too,” she objected, one again feeling a bit jealous about Aluga.

This time, Voldemort seemed to notice it because he arched an amused eyebrow. “I can, but it takes a lot more energy than with a wand even if I’m a very powerful wizard. Aluga’s magic is strange, but it isn’t stronger.” A moment of silence. His eyes began to creep over her body.

“Uhm, I think I need to use the bathroom,” Hermione said quickly and stood up, Snape’s warning coming back full force.

Voldemort’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he simply nodded. Hermione left and let out a sigh when she closed the door. What on earth should she do?
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