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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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I’m on a roll! Here is a new chapter! Warning! This chapter contains smut (really, you should be used by now). Thank you for reading and reviewing!

Mrequecky: Well, sometime he does deserve some ball-kicking, don’t you agree? Hehe.

Chapter 14

Tom Riddle had always been the best student at everything he tried to master. When he later grew to be Lord Voldemort, he had continued to excel at every new thing he tried. Now, that tradition seemed to have come to an end.

“If you don’t get control over your magic, I’ll have to punish you, and believe me, you do not want that. Do you think you know what fear is? I have the power to lock you inside a little box in your mind and make you see the things you fear the most for the rest of your life.”

Voldemort was lying on the ground, unable to move. Aluga was sitting on top of him, her normally bright blue eyes dark with impatiens and frustration. As he had noticed, Aluga was not a very patient teacher. She wanted results immediately when she taught something. He kind of regretted asking her to teach him now.

She seemed to sense his thoughts. “You are pathetic.”

It may seem strange that the Dark Lord hadn’t lost his temper hours ago when the lesson started. If he had to explain it to himself, he would say that it was because he really wanted to learn. However, now Aluga had crossed the line. Lord Voldemort wasn’t pathetic. He was the greatest wizard of his time!

He saw red. With a roar he broke free from the immobilising spell she had used on him and threw her up into the ceiling. He was displeased when he saw that she didn’t fall down on the floor, but used levitation to float down, landing on her feet.

“Well done,” she said with a pleasant smile.

“What?” he growled, clenching his fists so hard that he drew blood from his hands.

“Emotions can make you more powerful. You used just your will to break free from my spell and throw me away. That is quite good for a first time,” she replied, brushing away some dust from her jump-suit.

“This was a test?” he asked angrily.

“Of course it was,” she answered with mild amusement. “I wanted to see if you had it in you. Now when I see that you do, I’ll be able to teach you. I do not waste my time with people of lesser powers.”

“You are an arrogant bitch,” he remarked.

She frowned. “I haven’t heard that word as an insult before. Bitch.” She seemed to taste the word. “Oh, well, you should go back to your room now Voldemort. I’ll come for you when I have time for another lesson.” She disappeared in a way which reminded him of Apparation.

He stared at the spot she had vanished, thinking about the most horrible way to kill her. Because he would kill her. Slowly. Perhaps nailing her to the wall with irons and cut open her stomach, burning her organs? Oh, he would like her screams.

With those darkly satisfying thoughts, he returned to Hermione’s room. It was dark and he only had his wand to cast light. Good thing he had memorised the passages on his way here, it only took ten minutes to walk. She was asleep when he came, but after he had made himself ready and crawled down in bed with her, she woke.

“Where have you been?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

“Hush,” he said, feeling more at ease with this soft young woman body next to his. “We can talk tomorrow, go back to sleep.”

She yawned. “We shouldn’t go to sleep with so many things unresolved between us.”

He kissed her shoulder. “I’m too tried for an argument and I’m sure you are too. We can fight tomorrow.”

“Okay…” She fell asleep again. Voldemort listened to her clam breathings for a while, then followed her into the land of the dreams.

When he woke up again, he was achy from yesterday’s training and hungry as a wolf. Since Hermione was still sleeping peacefully, he carefully got out of bed and went to the dining hall, hoping breakfast was being served. Luckily for him, it seemed to just have opened. Not many people were there so he just sat down at the closest empty table and began to eat. He hadn’t even swallowed the first bite when Severus entered the room, looking grim. Voldemort realised that this probably wouldn’t be the best day he had ever had.

Severus came over to his table and sat down next to him. When Voldemort saw that the younger man was about to complain about something, he held up his hand.

“I’m in a terrible mood this morning Severus,” he said dryly. “I may have given your mother an unbreakable vow not to kill you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you. Guard your words carefully.”

“I’m concerned, my Lord,” Severus said in a low voice. “I’ve become very friendly with Katja and I get the feeling she doesn’t expect us to leave, forever.”

Voldemort nodded. “I know, Miss Granger and I came to that conclusion yesterday.”

“And?”

“We are not letting them know that we are bothered by it. For now, I just want to learn more by them. I’ll let you know when it’s time to go. Just enjoy yourself for now,” Voldemort advised his minion and took another bite from his breakfast.

“As you will with Miss Granger?” Severus asked despondently.

“Yes,” Voldemort said in a final tone.

Severus didn’t listen to his final tone. “Why is she special, my Lord? You haven’t taken this much interest in a girl since Bella was young.”

“That is none of your business, Severus and if you go to Hermione again with your concerns, you will deeply regret it,” Voldemort said in a very hard, but low voice.

Severus sighed and nodded. “Enjoy your breakfast then, my Lord.”

Voldemort just nodded once and Severus left.

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Hermione woke up feeling a desperate need to pee. It wasn’t until she sat on the toilet she realised that the bed had been empty. Hadn’t Voldemort come to her bed that night? Or had it just been a dream? For some reason, she didn’t want it to have been a dream. If he hadn’t slept with her, it probably meant he had slept with someone else (Aluga came to mind) and she didn’t want that. Merlin, she didn’t know what she was feeling anymore.

When she came out in the room again, she felt quite depressed by her thoughts. Not wanting to meet anyone just yet, she decided to try to get another hour of sleep. Since they came to Atlantis, so much new things had happened and Hermione thought she could use some extra sleep.

She started dreaming. It was an erotic dream, she was licking chocolate off a flat stomach, feeling a hardness against her stomach. Then she was suddenly sitting on her knees on a bed, the man behind her, stroking the sides of her body, down her stomach and in between her spread legs. His mouth on her neck…

“Hermione?” No, that was wrong, he sounded too amused. He was supposed to sound sexy.

It took her a moment to realise that it was just a dream and that the hand between her legs was her own. Also, Voldemort seemed to have returned. Hermione cursed.

“Language,” he said as she quickly withdrew her hand. Thankfully she was still covered by the blanket. She really hoped she hadn’t been moaning.

“What are you doing here?” she asked sourly.

“Well, I do sleep here too,” he said. “I just went to have some breakfast, but now I feel for a shower. Unless you have something else in mind?”

She couldn’t tell if he was suggesting something naughty or just asking. All she felt was a relief that she hadn’t imagining him sleeping next to her tonight.

“Oh, I just… I thought you had been here, but then when I woke up alone…,” she stopped herself, smiling sheepishly.

Voldemort grew serious and came to sit on the bed next to her. “You said you wanted to talk last night?”

All the events on last night came back with full force. Sitting, she pulled her knees under her chin. “Right… I just don’t understand why you want me or… why a small part of me wants you.”

Voldemort kicked off his shoes so he could turn more toward her in the bed, sitting with his legs crossed. “I don’t care why I want you. I just find all of you so… alluring and interesting. And I’ve learned that if you want something, you take it before someone else does.” He moved closer to her, but didn’t touch her. “Why can’t you just give in?”

She looked up at him slowly, meeting his eyes. “Because I don’t trust you.”

His face was so close to hers. “That is probably wise of you. Nevertheless, you still yearn for me. Don’t you?”

She pulled in a trembling breath. “Yes, but I’m not suicidal. If I stay, you’ll most likely be the death of me.”

That made him chuckle lightly. “Hermione, my sweet, not being with me will most defiantly be the death of you.”

“How is that supposed to make me trust you?” Hermione whispered, her whole body trembling. Of what, she wasn’t sure.

Voldemort’s hand came up to her face, stroking it. “Your world, just like mine, is based on facts. I’m giving them to you know. If you stay with me, I’ll make you a very happy girl… most of the time. We do have our differences. If you decide to leave, I know you well enough that you will feel a deep angst for ever being with me and will probably shut out your friends because of guilt. You’ll not find anyone that matches you as good as I do, intellectually as well as physically and you’ll grow up alone and bitter. After all those hours we have spent in the library together, you have most likely started to associate them with me and you’ll never again be able to sit in a library without thinking about me and what I would have said about the subject you are reading. I’m already so deeply inside you. Can’t you feel it?” He pressed two of his fingertips against the middle of her forehead. “Even if you physically leave me, I’ll always be here, inside your mind.”

Hermione swallowed. He made it all sound so true. It hit her that he knew and understood her much better than Harry and Ron had ever done.

His fingers traced her nose and stopped at her lips. “So you see now. I’m your only chance to live a happy life. And…” His forehead came to rest against hers. “…I think you’re my.”

Hermione wasn’t sure if he was sincere or if this was just a way for him to make her feel wanted. Nevertheless, it pushed her over the edge. She moved her mouth closer to his and kissed him lightly. He let her go slow, she nibbled his lower lip, tasting the musty tea they served here off him. She stuck out her tongue and he wasn’t late to open his mouth to her. Not long afterwards, they were lying on the bed, snogging. She was already naked (like underwear, nightwear wasn’t something they used at Atlantis either and she hadn’t wanted to sleep in her daytime-dress) and she helped him make short process of his clothes. Her feelings were a mess of disperse and need. She didn’t realise she was crying before Voldemort licked her tears away.

“Tell me why you are crying,” he asked. They were both lying on their side, facing each other. Hermione had her arms around his chest and one of her legs on top of his. He had one of his hands on her thigh and the other under her head.

“I’m not sure,” she confessed in a whisper, letting her hand wander up to the side of his body. “I guess I do not like to just give myself away to you. I don’t want to become one of those lifeless dolls some men have for wives.”

Voldemort looked thoughtful. “As a matter of fact, I think it would be quite boring if you turned out like that.” He smiled and turned them so she was on top of him. “Use me for your own pleasure.”

She blushed, but dried her tears away. “You don’t sound like you mean it in a... equality way.”

He rolled his eyes. “Well of course not. I’m the Dark Lord. And if you don’t want to…?”

Hermione smiled shyly and kissed him as answer. She did feel a bit more secure when she was on top. A bit more in power and like this was her decision and that she was making it herself.

As she kissed him, she became braver and started to rub herself against his groin. None of them had been completely turned one before, but now she was getting wetter as he became erected. He pressed his hands down against her backside, pressing them closer together. It was very pleasurable for her, but she wanted to feel more. She wanted him to fill her. Finding his hardness with her hand, she guided it inside her. They groaned at the same time. She slowly started to move, trying out different angels. Her breath hitched when she found one that made his pubic bone press right into her clit. It was so pleasant it was almost painful.

Voldemort moved his hands up over her back and into her hair. He massaged her scull in a way that made her purr. Her mouth moved away from his and down his chin. She felt a bit adventures and nibbled his neck. He let out a sound that almost sounded like a giggle and Hermione realised he was ticklish there. She would have to remember that!

Probably feeling like she was moving to slow, he returned his hands to her backside and helped her move faster. The angle changed somewhat and he hit something inside her that was so intense she wasn’t sure if she would pee herself or not. He hit it again. It felt like it released waves of pleasure that made every nerve in her body sing. When he hit it a third time, the orgasm caught her by surprise and she bit down in his shoulder. Her whole body felt like it was shaking of pleasure and if it wasn’t for Voldemort holding her so tightly, she would probably have fallen down on the floor.

When she became aware again, she was still lying on top of him, but without any energy to roll off. She could still feel him insider her, but he wasn’t hard anymore so she assumed he had got his release as well. The metallic taste of blood was in her mouth and she realised she must have bitten him quite hard. That didn’t bother her as much as it could have.

After a while, his bony body became quite uncomfortable and she slid off him, wincing when his cock left her pussy. She closed her eyes for a couple of moments, but opened them again when she felt him move.

“What?” she asked mumbling. How could one become so tried from sex?

He was sitting up. “You bit me.”

“Mhm, sorry,” she said without meaning it at all.

He sighed annoyingly. “Perhaps we should have some breakfast?”

She opened her eyes slowly, knowing that she should eat. “Right.”

He helped her stand up and she spotted the bite mark. It was already turning purple and she counted twelve teeth marks, dried blood around each one of them. Oops.

When he noticed where her eyes were, he huffed. “Good for you there is no mirrors here so I can’t see the damage.”

Hermione smiled sheepishly. “Your robe will cover it.”

He nodded, and then his eyes gleamed. “While you’ll have to wear some sort of scarf to hide yours.”

She pulled out her tongue at him. “I’m taking a shower.”

“I will join you,” he said cheerfully and followed her.

A shower with Voldemort turned out to be quite pleasurable, but in a softer way. He scrubbed her whole body gently and helped her to sort out the bush she called hair. Of course, he expected her to return the favour, and Hermione shyly obeyed. Cleaning his body was much different from caressing it in the heat of passion.

An hour later they entered the dining room, just before it was about to get cleared away. They ate quickly, Voldemort seemed to be just as hungry as she was, despite the fact that he had already eaten. Not that she objected, he needed some fat on his body.

After breakfast, they went to the library. Voldemort left her in charge of the assignment they had got (to sort out all information that was out of date) and continued his mission to learn the language of Atlantis. Lunch came and went without the couple noticing it. When it was time for dinner, Naomi found them.

“Aluga wishes to see you both after dinner tonight at the same place as last night,” she told the.

Hermione saw Voldemort tense, but he still nodded and said; “Then we will be there.”

Said and done, an about forty minutes later she followed Voldemort down to something.

“What did you do last night?” she asked suspiciously.

“Well, Aluga found me sneaking around so I asked her to start to teach me to use wandless magic in the same way they do. I warn you, it’s very hard and she is the most sadistic teacher I have ever had,” he said dryly.

Hermione gulped. If Voldemort thought someone was sadistic, panic may be in order. However, when they came down to the big open room and Aluga told her (apparently Voldemort had heard this last night) about how they used wandless magic, she felt a bit clamed down.

Especially when Aluga added. “It may be easier for you, Hermione. You are at the same age most of our children are when they begin to learn this method.”

Voldemort did not look happy.

“First I want to see if you can use the same technique Voldemort has already proven he can master. Use just your hands to do magic,” Aluga ordered.

Hermione became nervous again, she had never on purpose used magic without a wand. What would she try to do? She looked around in the room. Maybe it would be easier to use magic if she was focusing on something? At the opening of the room was a bench and someone had left a book there. She took a deep breath and tried to force it to move toward her with just her hand. Nothing happened. She tried again.

After minutes of ineffective tries, she lowered her hands with an annoyed sigh. “I must be doing something wrong!” When she turned around she saw that the other two were both smiling.

“Well of course you are, you aren’t even trying to connect your mind to your magic,” Voldemort remarked. “You think like a Muggle.”

Hermione felt incredibly stupid and turned around again with her lips pressed together. Closing her eyes, she thought about how Voldemort had taught her to search for magic. Aluga had said that it was an unnecessary difficult way to go, but right now Hermione didn’t know how else to do it. She found the source of her magic and pulled in it, giving her the control. Then she opened her eyes and looked at the book, as if she had an extra long, invisible arm, she grasped the book and made it fly toward her.

“Good,” Aluga said. “It’s a start. But what you both have to realise is that magic isn’t something you have to pick up. You don’t have to pull a string to make it work, like you would make water run here. The magic is always a part of you. Using it should be as natural as breathing.”

Voldemort let out an annoyed sigh.

“Try again,” Aluga said, completely ignoring Voldemort. “Without the hand movements.”

It was much harder. Hermione tried to will her magic to do what she wanted, but without pointing at it, she just didn’t know how she could specify her magic to do exactly what she wanted. She didn’t know how long she tried, but she knew she was starting to get a headache.

“You are too tense.” Aluga’s voice was right behind her. Before Hermione had time to turn around, the other woman’s hands came up on her shoulders, making her straighten up and relax. “Rest a bit,” her voice came softly into Hermione’s ear. “We will see how he does.”

Hermione looked up at Voldemort and saw to her great surprise that his mouth was shut tight in anger. What had she done? But when Aluga withdrew from her, he seemed to calm down and get into position. Was he jealous because Aluga touched her and not him? Hermione felt uneasy, but pushed it aside. She had bigger problems now, like mastering this new form of magic.

She was a little comforted when she saw that Voldemort had the same problem as she did. He did manage to move the book once, but she saw that he made a small movement with his fingers. Aluga saw it too and lectured him for it. It would have been much more fun to see Voldemort get yelled at if she hadn’t been so worried about what he would do. He didn’t say anything to Aluga, just nodded and turned around to try again, but Hermione could see he was fuming. However, after the lecture he did managed to move the book without any movements at all. Aluga congratulated him and asked Hermione to try to move the book again.

After half and hour or so when she still hadn’t been able to move the book without any movements, Aluga broke up the lesson and they were asked to leave. Voldemort didn’t say one word on the whole way back to their room. Hermione wondered what he was thinking. She just couldn’t figure out what he thought about Aluga. He made it sound like he hated her, but hadn’t he made it appear like he hated Hermione too?

When they got back into the room, Hermione was about to ask him about her concerns when he grabbed her and kissed her hard. All worry was forgotten and a quick but very passionate intercourse took place. When they approximately fifteen minutes later lay together in the bed again, Hermione remembered her question again.

“What do you really think about Aluga?” she asked and traced the fine hair on his chest with her finger.

Voldemort didn’t answer at first. “I’ll take great pleasure in her death. Why?”

“I just… you looked so angry at me before when she touched me…” she mumbled.

“Of course, I don’t like it when other people touch what I consider mine,” he answered sternly.

It took Hermione a few moments to figure out what he was saying. “Oh… but it’s not like she is interested in me. Right?”

Voldemort snorted. “Is the concept of homo- and bisexuality so foreign to you?”

Hermione blushed and was glad she was lying with her head under his chin so he couldn’t see her. “No, I had an uncle who was a homosexual. I just never thought a girl would… well, like me.”

Voldemort chuckled. “It is very reassuring to hear that you have no interest in other women.”

Hermione just grunted and continued to play with his chest hair. It was so small and soft. She wondered if it would grow more. For some reason, she hoped not. This way was nice.

“What happened with your uncle?” Voldemort asked a moment later.

“He died when I was seven,” she answered. “I never really knew him. He was my father’s only sibling and since their parents had died the year before, he took it hard. He didn’t work for almost a year.”

Voldemort stroked her hair in a way she thought was meant to be comforting. “You don’t speak a lot about your family?”

Hermione sighed. “No one in the wizarding world has ever been interested in listing. They are just Muggles. And frankly, I have grown tried of explaining what a dentist does every time I mention it.”

“You don’t have to explain Muggle-terms to me,” he reminded her.

She was surprised. Was he actually curious to hear about her family? Or was he just trying to find out how he would get rid of them the easiest way?

As if he had read her thoughts he added; “I’m just curious. But if you don’t want to tell me, I could guess what your family is like.”

Hermione was intrigued. “Okay, guess.”

He changed their position so he was facing her, lying on his side, leaning against his elbow. “Well, you are obviously the only child. Your parents were most likely older when they got you. You did have a pet… hm, a cat? No, a dog which you didn’t like. Both of your parents being dentists, I guess you were also quite rich, and I can imagine how they would give their only child everything she wanted.”

“How did you know all that?” she asked, impressed.

He smirked. “I am very good at reading people.”

Hermione rolled her eyes at his self-important smirk. “Very well, yes, I’m the only child, but only because my parents were having trouble conceiving in the first place. Mum always wanted me to have more siblings, like she had, but after two miscarriages, they gave up. And yes, we had a dog to I was five, but I guess I’m just not a dog person and my parents must have seen that because after Remi died, we never got a new one.”

“What about the money?” he asked, smiling.

She rolled her eyes again. “We had enough, I guess. But neither of my parents are the extravagant type so we never really bought more than we needed. I guess we spent most of the extra money we made on vacations. My maternal grandmother lived in France until she died three years ago. Not that we are France, she just liked the wine.” Hermione smiled at the memory of her grandmother. “And my uncle, on my mother’s side, was a diplomat until he retired so sometimes we went to visit him. My aunt lives on Ireland with her family so we went there a lot too when I was younger.”

“Any cousins?”

“Three, but the youngest, Therese is still eight years older than I and I have never had much in common with anyone of them. The oldest, Janet have a four year old daughter now, Cornelia. I haven’t seen her since she was two.” Hermione sighed. She seldom thought about her relatives. They were in another life, one without magic and adventure.

“Do you miss your parents?” he asked.

She had to think about how to answer that. “Sometimes I miss the relationship we had before I found out I was a witch. Since then I’ve just... well, entered a new world where they can’t follow me. I don’t really know them anymore and they don’t know me,” she felt a single tear run from her eye and decided it was time to change the subject. “What about you? Did you ever felt like you had a family?”

Voldemort brushed the teardrop from her cheek and licked it off his finger. “I’m not sure if we have the same view of family. My Death Eaters are a family, or rather, my flock. I look after them from the dangers of the outside world and they see me as their leader.”

Well, she guessed that was also a way to look at a family. “Where do I fit in?” she wondered.

He leaned closer to her. “I’m not sure yet. But I think we will find out in due time.”

Hermione smiled and met his lips for a kiss. Yes, in time everything would come together. For some reason, she was sure of it.
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