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Hi! Sorry for the delay, the former week was really hectic, but here is the continuation to chapter 12’s cliff-hanger.

WARNING! Torture as well as smut. Don’t like? Don’t read!

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Chapter 13
“Oh, bloody hell!” Voldemort exclaimed when he saw who had decided to appear in Hermione’s bedroom.
He pulled out his wand and was about to use “Avada Kedavra” when he remembered that nothing worked on fairies. He groaned. Morgana winked at him as if she could read his thoughts. Which she probably could, damn her.
“Hello, Tom Riddle and Hermione Granger. And Althea.”
The fairy floated towards Hermione. Voldemort frowned when he realised she hadn’t used Althea’s last name. Fairies had the annoying habit to use your full name. What reason could they have for not using her full name? It was very suspicious. Thankfully, Hermione seemed equally suspicious.
“Who are you?”
“I am known under many names, Hermione Granger,” Morgana replied in her usual, mystical, “I’m-always-hiding-a-secret” voice. “Modron, Morrígan, Morgan le Fay …”
Hermione watched her in disbelief. Then, her eyes narrowed, and she looked at Voldemort. “Is this one of your tricks?”
Voldemort snorted. “I’m afraid not.”
He came up to her, deciding that it would be better if Hermione heard his version of the truth first. Who knew what sort of things Morgana would tell her if he didn’t?
“She isn’t lying; she has a disturbing quality of being around. But to summarise, she is a fairy, immortal and all that, and the person who gave me this dashing look.”
Like he expected, the fact that the fairy had helped him made Hermione even more suspicious of her.
“Yes, we did. And his price was the girl you are now holding in your arms,” Morgana concurred calmly, her eyes twinkling.
Voldemort hated twinkling eyes.
Hermione looked at him through narrowed eyes. “What?”
Voldemort rolled his eyes. “I didn’t know what the price was. All I had to do was sleep with you to regain my soul.”
“And place a diamond on her stomach after the intercourse,” Morgana reminded him helpfully in a sweet voice.
Hermione arched an eyebrow at him.
He sighed. “I didn’t know what would happen.”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t know?”
He shook his head, frowning at the anger appearing in her eyes.
“You mean, you just agreed to put a strange, magical object on my stomach after you used me to regain your soul?”
Voldemort could see Althea grimace and push at her mother when Hermione gripped her daughter a little too hard. It seemed his little hellcat of a Soul Mate was really angry. How annoying.
“Well, of course, you don’t care about that; how silly of me to consider it,” Hermione continued to rant. “I’m just a stupid, little Mudblood and Harry Potter’s best friend, who cares if I get some strange magic inside of me. I bet you hoped that it would kill me.”
“If I wanted you to die, I would have killed you myself,” Voldemort interrupted her as she drew a breath, probably preparing to rant some more at him. He had enough of her silly, female hysterics. He would just have to set her straight on this insignificant issue. “Besides, this was four years ago. Evidently, nothing bad happened to you!”
“But something is going on with my daughter!” Hermione shouted.
Now, Voldemort realised what it was that made her upset. It wasn’t really the fact that he had treated her badly (he was Lord Voldemort after all; what else could she expect?), but because she was afraid for Althea’s well-being. Just like he was.
He glanced at Morgana and was surprised to see how pleased she looked. Did the fairy want them to fight? Why? For whatever reason, he was sure he wouldn’t like it.
“I don’t like it anymore than you do. Althea is my daughter as well,” Voldemort said and turned to look at Morgana. “Do you mind telling us now what it is you want to do with our daughter?”
Ignoring the Dark Lord completely, Morgana looked at Hermione, who had turned her attention to the fairy as well, and smiled reassuringly as she floated over to her and her daughter. Morgana moved her hand just an inch away from Althea’s hair, tracing a curl. All the while, Althea was staring at Morgana with a serious face. Hermione took a step back, stating her distrust.
“It’s not anything dangerous or bad,” Morgana explained, clearly wanting to get Hermione to trust her. “You two are very powerful beings. And Althea is more powerful than both of you. Because of us.”
Voldemort cursed silently. Now, Hermione would find out that he had lied about the green areas in Althea’s aura as well. Judging by her reaction before, she was not going to like it any better. He would have to do some damage control. Otherwise, Hermione would become difficult again. Even though he liked disciplining her, he didn’t have time for that. Right now, he was much more concerned with finding a way to make sure the fairies did not get a hold of his daughter.
Morgana chuckled, and Voldemort hoped she hadn’t been able to see his thoughts. He was using the strongest Occlumency he knew.
Thankfully, all Morgana said was: “She is a special child with special powers. We will make sure you cannot take advantage of that, Tom Riddle.”
“Wait a minute. You are telling us that Althea has some sort of special powers? How?” Hermione asked, glancing at her daughter.
Voldemort decided that the best way to do damage control was to admit as much as possible. And twist it so she wouldn’t cooperate with Morgana. “The diamond. Fairies store their magic in diamonds. It went inside Althea when she was created.”
“Althea is a fairy?” Hermione asked, looking shocked. Then, her eyes widened, and she looked at Voldemort. “The green areas! You said that it was just a magical overload! That she was a witch, just more powerful!”
Before Voldemort had time to say anything, Morgana interrupted.
“Oh, no. No, no, no,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. “For now, Althea is not a fairy; she is yours. The green areas, as you call them, are just our mark. Tom Riddle has no claim over her. But as long as you keep your claim over her, she will be yours.”
“What does that mean?”
Morgana’s smile widened. “We gave him something he wanted, and in return, he gave us something we have wanted for a long time: a witch with the potential to understand our knowledge.”
“To what end?” Voldemort wanted to know.
Morgana was looking straight at Althea, and the girl reached out to her. When the small hand reached the fairy’s face and went straight through the cheek, she giggled. Morgana giggled as well before looking at Voldemort again. She fired him a brilliant smile.
“You know us, Voldemort. We just want some company.”
Voldemort was prepared to bet Hermione’s life that there was more to it than that. He crossed his arms. “You want something more.”
She floated backwards again. “I suggest you let her use her magic more, Hermione Granger. It will make Althea feel much better.”
“Wait!” Hermione said when Morgana seemed about to disappear. “I don’t understand what you are saying. Do you want to take Althea?”
The room darkened, and for a moment, the fairy was pouting like a child. “We are not thieves, Hermione Granger.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you. But you said—”
The room brightened again, and the fairy smiled. “We are patient. One day, Althea will decide for herself where she wants to go, will she not?”
“I guess,” Hermione answered slowly. “But why did you come here now?”
“Because we felt it prudent to inform you about what a special girl your daughter is. We knew Tom Riddle would not do it.”
Voldemort snorted. Hermione glared at him.
“So, you just want Althea to be some sort of … friend to you?”
“Yes. But it will be her choice.” Morgana smiled.
“Sure …” Hermione frowned. “Another thing though, are you Althea’s shadow friend?”
Morgana beamed. “She has told you about me? Yes, I am. I want her to get to know me.”
That didn’t seem to sit well with Hermione, but after a while, she sighed. “Well, I guess Althea could choose worse friends. But if she ever tells me that you have hurt her, I’ll find some way for you to disappear.”
“I would never hurt her. You will see when you have read up on us. If Althea ever stops liking to play with me, I’ll leave her alone,” Morgana promised. “But don’t let your mind get clouded by Tom Riddle’s lies about us.” She sent Voldemort a dark look.
Voldemort frowned. Were they trying to turn Hermione against him? To what end?
Hermione scoffed. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.”
Voldemort glared at Hermione but decided to deal with her later. “I want a few words with you in private, Morgana.”
Morgana gave him a long look before she nodded. Hermione looked at him suspiciously. Thankfully, Althea saved him from having to explain anything.
“Mum,” she mumbled.
“Yes, darling?”
“Hungry, please.”
Hermione sighed and, with a last hard look at Voldemort, she left the room, closing the door behind her. Voldemort turned to the fairy with crossed arms.
“I won’t let you take Althea,” he said. “She is my blood. You can never have my claim over her.”
The fairies’ only way to use magic was through a witch or wizard. He was sure that they wanted Althea to do some sort of magic for them. He didn’t know what, but he was sure it wouldn’t be good for him.
“A deal is a deal, Tom Riddle,” Morgana replied, her eyes turning cold. “We gave you what you wanted. This is your price. Or do you want us to take back what we did for you?”
“You can’t reverse the effects of the potion,” Voldemort quickly reminded her.
“We can do a lot of things wizards can’t.”
Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t completely convinced she was speaking the truth. However, he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out. If the fairies did manage to reverse the effects of the potion, he would be in quite a bit of trouble. It was exhausting to wear a glamour all the time, and other types of potions only worked for a short period.
“You do not have to worry so much about it, Tom Riddle. We only want what is good for Althea,” Morgana said with a smile. “And, unlike you, we actually allow people to have a choice.”
Voldemort turned his hands into fists. Very well, then he would have to make sure Althea never followed them. However, there was one more thing he had to take up with Morgana.
“Is that why you told Hermione about me? Don’t look innocent, I know you did. And you should know that if someone else finds out, I’ll reveal to everyone that Lord Voldemort is the father of Althea. Do you honestly think other wizards will leave her at peace if they know that?”
Morgana didn’t show any concern, but he was sure it worried her because she said, “Your loss will be greater than ours.”
Then, she was gone before he could respond to that.
Fuming, he restored the room to its former state before entering the other room where he found Hermione making porridge. He schooled his expression. If Althea saw how angry he was, she would only be scared. He needed her on his side if he were to undermine the fairies’ influence on her. That would not happen if he scared her too much.
After breakfast, Althea was very tired, which wasn’t unusual for someone who had just had magical diarrhoea, and Hermione let her go to bed again. When the door to the bedroom was closed, Voldemort put a silencing spell over it. Before Hermione even had time to react, he pushed her down in the couch. He needed her to see reason about this whole fairy thing.
“Now, I need you to understand that the fairies are evil, meddling creatures,” he said matter-of-factly.
If Hermione were also making sure the fairies couldn’t put ridiculous ideas in their daughter’s head, it would be even harder for them to do it. Voldemort didn’t want anyone but him putting ideas in that sweet, powerful, little girl.
She snorted. “That’s rich, coming from you.”
Since his patience had disappeared a long time ago, he was not in the mood for her to be a smart mouth. He fired a curse at her. It wasn’t the Cruciatus, but it still stung. Hermione yelped.
“No talking, just listen. Merlin did a good thing when he diminished their powers,” Voldemort continued. “They could do whatever they wished before. They controlled the elements and could take magic from anyone if they wished.”
“Just like you, you mean?” she retorted, clearly referring to his harvesting of magic when they were having sex.
He arched an eyebrow. “What did I just say?”
“You are not my ‘master’, Voldemort,” she spat. “Of course I’m going to protest when you are being the biggest hypocrite in the world.”
“I’m not a hypocrite. I don’t steal your magic. I only take advantage of the power we create through fucking,” he said, while weighing his wand in his hand and wondering what curse he should use to make her less annoying.
“Which should be mine as well!” she growled, clearly not understanding the dangers of pissing Lord Voldemort off.
“You don’t even know how to harvest it,” he bit back. “Nevertheless, the only thing you should understand now is that the reason the fairies want Althea is so they can use her against us in some way.”
Hermione stared at him for a long moment. “I don’t believe you.”
He watched her in disbelief. “What?”
“Ever since I met you, you have done nothing but lie to me. In fact, because you seem so determined to stop them, I assume they want things that you don’t want, which can only be good news for the world.” She stood up. “And, like Morgana said, Althea has the right to decide her own future when she is older.” With her nose in the air, she walked away from him.
But she didn’t get far.
“Crucio!”
He took great pleasure in hearing her scream and see her writhe in pain on the floor. All the annoyance from this morning just seemed to evaporate. There really was nothing sweeter than cursing those who dared to defy him. After a half a minute, he let go of the spell and walked to the sobbing body on the floor.
“What you don’t seem to understand, Hermione, is that I’m in power of you,” he said calmly. “Therefore, as far as you are concerned, everything I tell you is the truth and you should act accordingly.” He nudged her over to her back with his foot. “Do I make myself clear or do you need a little more … convincing?”
“Bastard!” she growled.
“I see,” he said with a sigh. “Crucio.”
This time he held it a bit longer, but not with the full force he could muster. After all, he didn’t want her to become permanently damaged. Just to show her that he was right. Hmm, perhaps there was a more entertaining way for him to do this?
He released her again. “What about now?”
Her face was all red and puffy from crying and screaming. Her lips were moving, but no sound came out. He leaned in closer to hear what she was saying. Then, faster than he had thought was possible for someone he had just tortured, she snatched his wand from his hand.
“Crucio,” she whispered.
It didn’t hurt as much as it could, but Voldemort still groaned and lost his foothold.
She frowned and then spoke louder. “Crucio!”
Despite the pain, Voldemort laughed. “You have to mean it, love.”
His words made her scream, and she threw herself at him. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”
She hit him with her fists everywhere she could. He managed to block her most of the times but received quite many bruises anyway. After a little while and what could possibly be another broken rib, he managed to capture her wrists. Only to be kneed straight in the groin.
That hurt more than the Crucio had done. Tears of anger and pain welled up in his eyes, and he roared at her. Until he felt a wand at his throat.
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed at him through sobs. “Don’t you dare fuck me one moment and then torture me the next.”
He gripped her waist, trying to push her away, but she was straddling his ribcage and only pressed her legs harder against his upper body, not moving an inch.
“Swear that you won’t torture me anymore, or I’ll kill you here right now.”
He could feel her honesty, and that had him rather worried. “You don’t want it enough to …”
She slapped him. “I know other spells that will make you just as dead as the Avada! SWEAR!”
He could probably overpower her before she had time to curse him. He had his hands free. So, if he pushed the wand and her away at the same time, she wouldn’t be able to do anything. Right?
However, she seemed rather upset. More than his victims usually were after he had tortured them. Blinking away the tears from his eyes, he looked up at her face, trying to find out what was driving her. Desperation, anger and grief were clear on her face. But why? What was it that had her so worked up?
Then, he felt it.
The pleasure was there, tingling all over his body. Not just from the fact that she was touching him but from the magic she had used on him before, too. The pain had been bigger than the pleasure, but … there was pleasure. It seemed like whatever it was that made them enjoy each other’s touch wasn’t limited to physical touch and included magic as well. Despite his aching body, he felt good.
Was that how she had managed to recover so quickly? Had torturing her given her pleasure as well as pain? That was rather counterproductive.
Or confusing, from her angle, he assumed. Would he find her wet under those jeans?
Despite the fact that she had kicked him hard, he could feel a stirring in his loins. He wanted her. It was like a fire in his mind. He wanted her. Again and again. Looking into her eyes, he could see the same fire there. She wanted him as well. Even without his wand, he had no problem seeing into her mind. She was horny and angry. Angry because he had made her horny by torturing her. His magic had washed over her with pain and left her feeling only pleasure. That was quite … arousing to think about.
“I swear never to torture you magically again,” he growled, moving his hands up under her shirt, almost groaning at the pleasure of touching her bare skin. Even though he was horny like hell, he would never agree to more than necessary.
Hermione sobbed. “Do you swear on your magic?”
“Yes!” He wanted her now.
As the oath took place, she dropped his wand and bent down to kiss him hard. He responded in equal fashion. Ripping her clothes off her, he made sure to touch her skin as much as possible. His hands caressed her stomach, breasts, and then, shoulders as he pushed the torn shirt off her body. She pulled open his robe, and the increased skin-on-skin contact made them both groan out loud.
In his lust-hazed state, he wondered if the pleasure weren’t even more intense than it usually was. If that were the case, it was probably due to the Cruciatus. He knew from experience that the magic didn’t disappear from a victim at once with that curse. Even if the pain weren’t as intense, a victim could experience shudders days afterwards. He had always assumed it was lingering magic. If he were correct in his guessing that their magic had the same effect as their touching did, then they were already full of each other, so to speak. Hence, unstable horniness.
Hermione fumbled with his trousers and managed to pull them down. He kicked them off. Fortunately, he hadn’t bothered to put on any shoes. Even better, he hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear. After just one moment of missing her touch, she had removed her own underwear.
Just as he had expected, she was already dripping wet, and she didn’t take any time with foreplay. Even though his balls were aching from her ungentle handling, he was rock hard. She moved the cock inside her with a quick thrust and began riding him in earnest. All he had to do was lie there and receive the pleasure. However, that didn’t stop him from running his hands over her legs and up to her breasts. He watched through half-lidded eyes as she moved furiously above him. Her eyes were closed in concentration, and her face was red from both anger and arousal. Tears continued to fall from underneath her eyelids.
When his hand found the little nub right above the place where they were connected, she moaned loudly and threw her head back. He met her strokes as the power began to swirl around them. He closed his eyes and focused on drawing it into him.
“No!” she growled and twisted his nipples hard.
Voldemort winced in pain and, forcefully, pulled her hands away so she fell down on top of him. That also hurt since he hadn’t had time to heal the injuries she had inflicted on him earlier. It didn’t stop them from thrusting against each other hard and fast, though. He held her hands at either side of his head and looked at her with a frown.
“I want the magic as well,” she mumbled before she kissed him.
The kiss was much softer than the movements of their sexes, and Voldemort wasn’t sure what she meant with it. However, he decided that he could afford giving her some of the magic.
“Then, close your eyes,” he whispered when she let go of his mouth.
She did and leaned her forehead against his shoulder, never missing a thrust. He took a deep breath and, once again, focused on the magic that was growing between them. He pulled it into his body and also pushed a little bit of it into her. He took about ninety percent for himself and left her with ten. She didn’t seem to notice. What she’d got had her moaning into his neck. When she finally exploded in pleasure, he made sure to take it all. It was just too exquisite to share. She was too exquisite to share.
Not allowing himself to come as she did, he rolled them around and watched her as she came down from her high. Her eyes were still closed and her chest heaved, inviting him to taste those dark, pink nipples. Her hair lay like a halo around her head, frizzy and sexy. He licked the dry tears off her face, tasting the salty texture, before he pressed another kiss on her lips and began moving inside her again. Even though it was amusing to have her doing all the moving, he still needed to show her in some way that he was the one in control. Always and forever.
Hermione moaned softly into his ear as he trailed kisses down her chin and neck. He was close now. So deliciously close. He didn’t want it to end since he knew that would, no doubt, lead to her wanting to talk about what happened between them. Since he didn’t know what was happening, he didn’t want to talk about it. Instead, he wanted to, once again, try to find any clues to what being a Soul Mate meant.
He couldn’t hold his orgasm at bay too long, though. He bit into her neck as he came, leaving his mark on her body. It washed over him like a great wave, making his whole body sing. The world darkened before his eyes. He shuddered and couldn’t keep himself up but fell down on top of her soft body.
Coming down from his high, his body tingled with magic. He opened his eyes and saw something at the corner of his eye. They were lying with their heads towards the door that led to the bedroom, and when he lifted his head, he saw that the door was open. Althea was standing in the opening, her eyes wide with interest.
Voldemort arched an eyebrow at her, not managing to hold back the smirk. Althea smirked back. He made a gesture with his hand for her to go back inside. Thankfully, she was wise enough to follow his command. She stepped into the bedroom again and closed the door quietly. Voldemort was certain she would ask what they were doing later, but he was thankful she hadn’t shown herself to Hermione. Her mother would, no doubt, feel that Althea was much too young to see something like that. It was better that Hermione didn’t know.

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