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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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Okay, so lucky for all of you, I’m feeling a bit under the weather so I don’t have the energy to spend time with my friends… but not enough under the weather for I still feel bored. So what do I do? I edit chapters of Atlantis! So now you get a new chapter really quickly! YAY ME!

Warning! This chapter contains the N/C I’ve put in the warning. If you don’t like it, just jump down a bit when things start getting heated.

Seira Asami: Hehe, I just have thing for dialogue and sex. Glad you don’t mind!

QueenRuby: Something tells me you won’t be so happy with Snape after this chapter either… hehe. And I agree with you, there are way too few HG/LV stories out there… but lucky for you, I don’t plan to stop writing them even when this story is over. In fact, I’ve already begun writing two more stories! No crystal skulls, though, but I do use other myths. I’ve realised that it’s more my cup of tea to write about myths and stuff… and lucky for me, the world is full of them! I’d love to hear about your idea, though, but I understand if you don’t want anyone else to take it from you. I have tons of other ideas that I could use for a story, but I’m keeping them for myself as well until I find the right time and place to write them, hehe! Oh, well. Now I’m rambling! Just go and enjoy the chapter!

MetalHead18314: Haha, I’m glad you find it so interesting! And you are right, you’ll have to wait to get your answers, although, most of them will be shown in a matter of chapters. However, I can say now that Hermione will not become pregnant in this fic! Hope you get some of your questions answered in this chapter! Thanks for reviewing!

Soniab: Haha, and what are these few things I could do with Hermione? Or will I just put my mind in the gutter to get the answer? Hehe. But you’ll have to wait and see what will happen to Voldemort… although, I think I can spoil you that much and say that they will come back to England… eventually. But if that is one month for now or ten years from now, I won’t say! Haha, oh, funny side-mark. I just realised that you were my 300th review on this site! Thank you for that :D

Rena: Hi, I saw that you have read the Contract, so if you are reading this story too, I just want to say thank you for the kind words about the Contract! Hope you have managed to get some sleep now when you have finished with the story, hehe! Thanks for reviewing! Enjoy!

Chapter 13

Voldemort took a sip from the fine china cup he had been served. It was some kind of fresh tea he wasn’t sure he liked. He put the cup back on the table and looked at the other people around it. Just two of the Highnesses were here, Gallan and Errugl together with Aluga and a Chinese man named Jin. Looking at Aluga and Errugl, he was quite sure the man was her father, or somehow related. So far, only pleasantries had been exchanged but now he thought it was time to start with the real questions.

“I have to say I’m very pleased by the result of the cleansing,” Voldemort said with an enough charming voice. “How can the water come up with so extraordinary results?”

Gallan smiled. “At first you have to understand that Dark Arts, as you call it, is the opposite of real magic. It’s nothing but destroying. When the last King of Atlantis placed his curse upon this land, it is said that he drew the water from the Source of Magic, cleansing everything that was wrong. Later, when people from the outside started to appear, we discovered that the water removed all Dark Arts from them and we introduced the cleansing for all immigrants.”

Voldemort wasn’t completely satisfied with the answer, but decided to move on to the next question. “Where is the Source of Magic now?”

Errugl chuckled. “We are not even sure what it is. It could be a secret location that only the royal family knew, or it could even have been their blood. Atlantis was created by the royal family. They were the first magical creatures. Unfortunately, their secret wisdom disappeared when the last of them died in the war. We have a few texts left from them, but we don’t know how to read it.”

Now that was very intriguing. Could the book they have found be from the royal family? Was that why the magic wasn’t similar to the other things?

“But if we have understood it correctly.” It was Hermione who talked now. She sounded very curious. “You don’t use a wand when you use magic. Why is that?”

“We use wands to teach or children to control their magical ability, but when they start to mature, they get disciplined enough so they don’t need a wand anymore. However, in the outside world, it seems like magical people have forgotten how to not use their wands anymore,” Gallan answered with a sad look. “And even when they get here, they have great difficulties to learn.”

“Could you perhaps try to teach us?” Voldemort asked hopefully.

“I’m certain Aluga will be more than happy to try,” Gallan said with a look at the younger woman who nodded.

Voldemort groaned inside. Aluga was going on his nerves. Nevertheless, she seemed to be quite talented so he would allow her to teach him. For now. Then he would show her why you didn’t patronise Lord Voldemort.

“I’ve understood that you found our library exciting, Hermione?” Gallan continued, turned to Hermione.

“Oh, yes, very! Although, I’m surprised you have so much written in English and Latin, why is that?” Hermione asked. It was one of the questions that had been on the list.

“As people have turned up here, they had brought their knowledge with them,” Gallan explained. “Sometimes they have had books with them, other times they have written down what they know about the outside world.”

Voldemort tilted his head. She hid something. He didn’t want to try to enter her mind since he was quite sure she would notice and not like it, but he could see that she was hiding something. “And what about your own language?” he asked. “I would very much like to learn that as well.”

Gallan smiled. A patronising smile. Voldemort was certain he would come to hate her as well. “It’s not something that is taught. It’s something you learn on your own. You are of course welcome to read the books in our library.”

“I’ll do that then,” he answered.

Aluga and Gallan shared a look which told him that people before him had tried to learn it and failed. However, he was Lord Voldemort. He found things others didn’t and with some extra help from Hermione… well, so far their search had been very successful.

“This brings us to another subject,” Errugl said in his old man’s voice. “Here at Atlantis everyone who is capable works for their dwelling. We thought that the two of your may want to work in the library for a start. We are aware that information about the outside world has changed, but we don’t know what or how. It would give us great pleasure if the two of you could go through the books and texts in our possession and divide the current true facts from the outdated ones.”

Voldemort wasn’t surprised they wanted to keep them occupied. Although he was yet to find out why that was. Not that he worried too much, this would give him time to study them and learn their language.

“That would be acceptable,” he agreed.

Hermione nodded too. He noticed that she seemed more eager than him to do the work. Bookworm. It was quite sexy.

They talked a bit more about life at Atlantis. Hermione asked about some feast they had every thousandth day and Voldemort was curious about how the city worked. About an hour later they were dismissed and Aluga showed them the way to their new workplace. When she had left them, Voldemort allowed himself to smile over the sight of all the new knowledge. Hermione had already disappeared behind some shelves made of stone. Everything in the library seemed to have been hammered out from the mountain. It was all very impressive. The system of the books however, left something to be desired. They seemed to be arranged after where in the world they came from, but over time, some had been misplaced. For example, Voldemort found a text that was clearly from Inca among Korean scrolls. It would take years and years to go through all this.

It hit Voldemort that they wanted them to settle down here. But why? Were they afraid that if he returned to the outside world, he would spill their secrets? Surely they must have magic to reassure that didn’t happen. It had to be more than that. That thought made Voldemort shudder. He didn’t like the idea of someone else deciding what he was to do.

Hermione came up to him. “What do you think?”

“About what?” he asked, still deep in thoughts.

“About this library! I don’t understand how they think we will have time to go through all this,” Hermione frowned. Voldemort saw how she was about to reach the same conclusion he just did. “They want us to stay.”

“That is my guess too,” Voldemort replied in a low voice. “However, instead of telling us so, they try to make us feel at home and like we have a purpose here. I think that is why Severus and Lupin found themselves with a woman so fast. It makes them more attached to this place.”

Hermione nibbled her lower lip. “But… I don’t want to stay. I mean, not forever at least.”

He placed an arm around her shoulders. “For now I think it’s best to pretend that we don’t know what is going on. Just enjoy the books… and me.” Since they were standing at the back of the library and hadn’t seen anyone else in here, he felt it safe to lean closer to her and kiss her passionately. She responded very eagerly at first, but when his hand started to hitch up her dress, she pushed him away, looking very nervous.

“I’m not sure we should…,” she mumbled, staring down at her feet.

Voldemort stroked her cheek and chuckled darkly. “You know as well as I do that we should.” His hand came under her chin and forced her to look at him. “Don’t deny yourself the pleasure, Hermione.”

She wouldn’t meet his eyes and Voldemort got the feeling she was hiding something. “Look at me,” he ordered.

“I am,” she mumbled.

He tightened his grip of her chin and came closer. “In my eyes, Hermione.”

She took a deep breath and met his eyes. The memory she was thinking about came flashing into his mind. Severus had warned her about him. Foolish man. Voldemort would have to have a talk with Severus soon. It didn’t matter that Voldemort couldn’t kill him. No one messed this much with his plans. Nevertheless, he didn’t think Severus had messed her up too much.

“Haven’t your mother told you not to go into people’s mind uninvited,” Hermione hissed and tried to get away from him.

Voldemort chuckled and held her tightly. “I never had a mother.”

She made a grimace. “You know what I mean.”

His hand travelled over the side of her body again and he smiled at her. She was about to pull away again, but before she had the chance, he had claimed her mouth with his.

“Don’t fight me, girl,” he breathed against her ear when his mouth moved over her cheek and down her neck.

“But…” There wasn’t as much protest in her voice as before.

“No buts.” He kissed her lips again. “You are mine. Fighting it is only a waste of energy.”

Her eyes were full of doubts, but also of lust. He stroked his finger over a point on her neck he had noticed was sensitive and she shuddered. His fingers traced upwards into her hair and he made her tilt her head up toward him and kissed her thoroughly. He could feel how she gave into him and this time she didn’t stop him as he hitched up her skirt. As his hand travelled up her leg, she sneaked on hand inside his robe and up on his back. Her hand was cold against his skin and he was filled by a sudden impulse to warm her. Well, if they continued this, she would be quite hot soon enough.

He lifted her up and placed her on a notch inside the stone wall so they were more at the same height and so he could more easily caress the inside of her thigh. Her breathing started to speed up and he could feel how she eagerly stroked his back. One of her hand even moved down to his arse and squeezed it. Voldemort smiled against her lips and moved his circling hand up to her pubic hair. She spread her legs as he traced the outline of her cunt. When he finally allowed his finger to stroke over her clit, she gasped and her knee hit against his ribcage. Unprepared for the sudden pain, he accidently bit her tongue.

“Ouch!” She pulled away from his mouth and stared at him in surprise.

Instead of apologising, he brushed over her clit with his fingers again and was rewarded with another gasp without the kneeing. However, Hermione seemed to have started to think again because she tensed up.

“Voldemort,” she whispered. “I’m not sure I want to do this.”

His eyes darkened. He had reached that state of arousal when he no longer would let her go. He pressed his finger inside her, finding her wet.

“Is that so? Your body is telling me something else,” he whispered back, his finger sliding in and out of her pussy easily. “Give in to the feeling.” He wasn’t just saying it, he was ordering it. When you were a master at Legilimency, you could do more than just see into people’s mind. You could make them focus on certain thoughts that you wanted them to focus on. Right now, he made her focus only on the pleasure he knew she was feeling and not at all on the doubts. It was, of course, highly immoral to do this, but that had never bothered Lord Voldemort.

As he had expected, Hermione started to relax again and he continued to finger her lazily. His free hand came up to her breast and he stroked it through the fabric of her dress. He kissed her throat as her hands came up to his hair, slowly stroking his neck and skull. It sent pleasuring shivers straight down to his cock and felt a desperate need to be inside her tight wet tunnel. His hand left her breast to open his robe and when his cock sprang free, he moved closer to her. She let out a moan as the head touched her clit and he removed his finger from inside her, deciding she was wet enough. She let out a small cry when he pushed into her and he stayed still inside her, figuring she was still unused to have something as big as him inside her. He kissed her neck up to her mouth and didn’t continue to move until she relaxed again. He didn’t have the patient to be as gentle as he had the day before so he moved in and out of her forcefully as he massaged her clit with his fingers. Nevertheless, he guessed he was doing something right when her pussy started to spasm around his cock, milking him into an orgasm.

They both breathed hard when they came back to earth again. He rested his head against her shoulder, feeling very content.

“What did you do?” Hermione suddenly asked.

“I’m quite sure I just had sex with you,” Voldemort answered dryly, surprised by the question.

She pushed him away from her, making his limp cock slide out of her. He sighed, having the feeling they were about to have a fight again, and tucked himself into his robe again.

“Yes, but I said I didn’t want to and you… did something,” she accused and jumped down from the notch in the wall. “You did some mind trick!” Her eyes were angry and sad.

He crossed his arms. “You seemed to enjoy yourself quite well.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “You are so… I hate you!” To mark her words, she kicked him in the groin.

Voldemort couldn’t remember the last time he had been in so much pain. His vision blurred and he cursed as he sank down to his knees, trying to get the pain under control. A very, very small part of him which he had never heard before said that it was his fault for manipulating the girl in the first place. He pushed that annoying voice aside and reached for his wand, determined to curse her into next week. She was already gone.

xxx

Hermione angrily brushed away the tears leaking from her eyes as she ran away from the library. It was all that horrible man’s fault. She wasn’t sure what he had done, but she felt violated.

Since she still didn’t know a lot about the places in Atlantis and didn’t want to run into anyone, she hurried back to the room she had been given. She only met a couple of people on her way back and kept her head down as she walked. She made the wrong turn ones (all corridors looked so much alike!) but found her way in the end. Once inside her room she realised that everything there reminded her of Voldemort. Merlin, how could she have trusted him enough to let him know her more intimately than anyone else? She threw herself on the bed and cried herself to an exhausted sleep.

She didn’t know how long she had slept, but she woke up by the uneasy feeling of someone watching her. She turned around slowly and found Voldemort sitting on the casket with a grim face.

“I am not happy,” he remarked sternly.

“I’m not in the mood to talk,” she replied just as sternly.

He stood up. She sat up, drawing her wand and aiming it at him.

He arched an eyebrow. “Don’t you think you have hurt me enough for one day?”

“Not nearly,” she spat. “You practically raped me!”

Voldemort sighed. “I didn’t rape you. A part of you wanted to have sex as much as I did. I just made you think more about that part than the reluctant part!”

Hermione opened her mouth, but had no idea what to say. This was ridiculous. You couldn’t just change someone mind like that. Sure, a part of her had wanted to have sex, but an even bigger part did not want to have it. “You can’t just go into people’s mind and change their opinion like that!”

“Of course I can,” he stated like if she had just claimed that the earth was flat.

“No, it isn’t right,” she growled. “How would you feel if I did that to you?”

He snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself Hermione, you would never be able to break into my mind.”

She pressed her hand against her forehead, certain she would get a headache. “I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”

Voldemort sighed and started to walk toward her. She pulled back and raised her wand again.

“Relax,” he said. “My groin is still throbbing from your treatment; I do not plan to fuck you.”

“Then why are you coming closer?” she asked suspiciously.

“Because you smell good,” he answered. She didn’t know if he was teasing her or not but still felt quite reluctant to have him near. Not only because he had taken advantage over her, but because she knew Lord Voldemort would never let anyone get away with hurting him the way she had.

However, he didn’t seem threatened by her wand. Instead, he went up to her and put his finger at the tip of her wand, pulling it down. Hermione made a grimace. Why couldn’t she just curse the evil wizard?

“I realise that you are confused about this, Hermione,” he said in a low voice. “But you’ll be more miserable without me than with me. Believe me.”

“Are you threatening me?” she whispered.

“Oh, no, I’m promising you.” His eyes gleamed with darkness.

She was about to object when he moved his finger from her wand and placed it over her lips instead. “Need I remind you that you sealed your own fate weeks ago? When you first kissed me?”

Hermione turned red. “But… you were flirting with me!”

He tilted his head. “And you kiss all men who flirt with you?”

She became even redder, remembering how Sirius had flirted with her just a couple of days before. Voldemort took her silence for what it was and stroked her hair.

“It still doesn’t justify you playing with my mind,” she finally said, trying to shake his hand of her.

“Very well, in the future I will keep my mind-playing to a minimum,” he said with a smug smirk and let go of her hair. “But you, my sweet, have to come to terms with the fact that you belong to me.” He bent down and kissed her forehead. “I’ll see you again at dinner.”

Before she could stop herself she asked; “Where are you going?”

She did not like his satisfied smirk. “I’m going to sneak around.” With that he left the room and Hermione was alone with her thoughts.

Why was he doing this to her? She hated him and yet… she was intrigued. Before his latest changes, she had been intrigued by his tremendous knowledge and power. It was true that she had kissed him, but she would never have dared if he hadn’t flirted first. Although, that had still been quite innocent kisses. Now, the last couple of days… Hermione blushed and fell backwards down on the bed again. Voldemort had changed and not just physically. He was more filled with life, more passionate, more charming, more… well, just more! Perhaps it wasn’t so strange that Hermione had given in to him.

Nevertheless, he was still Voldemort. He was still the Dark Lord, the nemesis of her best friend. He was still a very dangerous wizard. Her will meant nothing to him and if this continued she wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Would he lock her in and take her wand if she tried to visit someone he didn’t like? Would he start to beat her if she didn’t do what he wanted? Hermione had heard many stories about destructive relationships where the dominant partner would become physically aggressive against his or her spouse. She really didn’t want that. Voldemort was already a mass murderer, notorious for torturing people who didn’t do what he wanted. He had hurt her before too. Stood by and just watched her suffer. Although, that had been before they knew each other even a little bit. But it still told her much about what kind of person he was. Or had been?

Had more than just his physical appearance and passion changed? Did she dare to hope enough to stay with him? No one would understand if she did. She wouldn’t understand if she did! What was it that made her want to stay with him? Why didn’t she just hate him as she had done before?

In an attempt to escape her confused thoughts, she headed for the shower, just letting the hot water wash away her worry. It didn’t help and when she was done she found that someone else had entered her room; Sirius and Remus. They were both wearing a frown.

“Hi, what are you doing here?” Hermione wanted to know, even if she was pleased they were here. They could hopefully give her something else to think about for a while.

“Well, we came to ask you if you wanted to join us for dinner,” Sirius answered. “Naomi is busy.”

“But then I picked up this new scent from the bed,” Remus explained, he was blushing.

“Oh.” Hermione looked at the bed dumbly. “So what?” was all she came up with.

“Nothing,” Remus said hesitatingly. “I just… didn’t know you had found someone here you liked.”

“Well, obviously I did,” Hermione mumbled, fingering the hem of her sleeve.

“Who is it?” Sirius asked curiously.

Hermione scowled at him.

“That isn’t any of our business, Sirius,” Remus told his friend with a curious and embarrassed look.

“Right,” Hermione said. “Should we go to dinner?”

They nodded and lead her out. However, now Hermione started too worried. Wouldn’t Remus recognise Voldemort’s scent the moment he came close to them? Oh, Merlin, she had to come up with something fast! Something that would explain her actions without making them hate her.

She didn’t get down a lot of the vegetable soup that was served for dinner. Any second Voldemort could come through the door and Remus would recognise his scent. Five minutes went by, then ten, fifteen. After half an hour there still hadn’t been any sign of Voldemort and Remus and Sirius had finished their meal. When they asked her to join them for a game of card, she accepted, figuring that Voldemort must have found something to do on his sneak-trip and would be occupied for some time. Alas, she could relax for tonight at least.

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Voldemort was sneaking around in what he had found out to be the government’s building of Atlantis. The library was in the building next to it, but this was probably where the most important things where. He didn’t plan to do anything illegal, but he was still very careful not to run into anyone. Fortunately, most of the people working here seemed to be at dinner or gone home for the day. Unfortunately, the most interesting doors were closed and well locked with spells he didn’t recognise. He wondered what was hiding inside them and was trying to decide if they would be worth breaking into or not when he felt a presence behind him. Turning around quickly, he discovered Aluga, who was smiling like a cat who had just found a tasty mouse. He did not like feeling like a mouse.

“You are a naughty boy, Voldemort,” Aluga snickered and came uncomfortably close to him. “What is it that you are looking for?”

He watched her as coldly as he could, not wanting her to see that he was concerned and took a step back. “I’m just getting to know the place.”

She chuckled, clearly not believing him. “Of course.”

Deciding it was best to change the subject he said; “But now that you are here, perhaps we could begin those lessons you promised me?”

“I believed I promised both you and the girl?” she remarked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, the girl isn’t here right now,” he answered dryly.

She studied him for a few moments. “Very well, follow me.”

She took the lead and he noticed that she was dressed in the same silver suit she had worn the first day they met, which probably meant she was working. He also noticed the curves of her body and how she swayed her hips. Was she trying to be seducing or was it just the way she walked? In any case, he couldn’t say he was tempted. The only physical thing he wanted to do with her was strangling her. She just acted so… superior over him and he really didn’t like it.

They walked down stairs made by orange stones and came down to a great hall which was hotter than any other rooms he had been in. Aluga went over to a big casket and pulled out a pair of pants.

“Put these one. The robe will only get in the way,” she said and threw the pants to him.

Voldemort looked at the simple black pants made of some wool-like material. He started to button down the robe, but then stopped. “Do you mind?” he asked the woman who was looking at him with a small smile.

Aluga winked at him and then turned around, giving him some privacy. Like Hermione, he hadn’t been given any underclothes.

It didn’t take more than a minute to change. He hung his robe on a hook next to the entrance. When he turned to Aluga, she was looking at him with a critical eye.

“You need more muscles and fat,” she pointed out, suddenly very serious.

“I’m working on it,” he replied shortly.

She nodded once. “Good. You left your wand at the robe? Excellent. Do you know where you have your magical core?”

He nodded and placed his hand just below his ribs. “It comes from inside here.”

Aluga smiled. “Not really. But everyone from the outside world believes that. That is why they never managed to use magic without a wand as well as with a wand.”

“Where does it come from, then?” he asked, annoyed.

“Oh, it doesn’t come from anywhere. It’s everywhere inside you. But it starts in here,” she came up to him and poked his forehead. “Like everything else in your body, your mind controls your magic. Because you have most things inside your chest and stomach, it feels like it’s there the magic residences. But the magic is only doing a lot of work there. The mistake you people make is you belief that when you use wandless magic, you have to pull it from your stomach. This means that you first think of your stomach, then the magic you want to cast. This is like combing a unicorn with a toothpick. It takes longer and more power than necessary.”

Voldemort frowned as he took in this new information. “How come it works better with a wand, then?”

“A wand is a crutch. It makes it easier to control and discipline your magic, but then it too takes more power than necessary. At Atlantis we teach our children to use wands and word first, but then we move one so they just use their bodies and sometimes words to direct their magic.” She made a movement with her hand and he flew up in the air. He pressed his lips together to stop himself from letting out a squeal of surprise.

“But the fastest, most effective way for those who can master it is to use magic without any words or movements. You just will it.” She crossed her arms and stood completely still as he started to move around in the air and was then dumped on the floor in front of her.

He watched her with unwilling awe and couldn’t help but to ask; “Are you powerful by your standards?”

She smiled mysteriously. “We don’t practise duels the way you do to measure whom is the best, but I am usually the one lasting the longest at a tiring event. And, we aren’t that many who manage to just will magic to happen. It takes a lot of discipline and power. But when you have mastered it, it is a very comfortable way to use magic.”

He stood from the floor, pushing his hatred for the woman aside. “Teach me.”
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