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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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Iiih, I’m in a hurry, but I thought you would like an update! Nothing has been censored in this chapter, but there is still some smut in it! Beware!

Thank you all for reading and reviewing!

Nonentity: Hehe, yes, the Atlantis people are rather special! And Voldemort will be a bit… uneven. Perhaps you’ll like him better in this chapter? I do hope you’ll like Snape! I find him rather funny drunk… And well… Sirius will be Sirius! Enjoy!

QueenRuby: Haha, you have no idea how many of your questions will be answered in this chapter… I hope you’ll enjoy them! I’m glad I can make you laugh!

Chapter 15

The next morning started quite enjoyably for Voldemort. In her sleep, Hermione was grinding her backside against his morning erection. It didn't take him long to push into her wet tunnel and wake her in a most satisfying way. Merlin, how could he ever have forgotten how much he liked sex? Hermione's body fitted him perfectly and he had been intrigued by her mind since before they met. About a year ago, Voldemort had asked Severus to bring him the best students of Hogwarts' assignments. Voldemort had had a vague idea to pick the best students and make them Death Eaters. None of them had proven to have the intelligence and creativity he wanted. Well, except Miss Hermione Granger, but even if her way of reason was interesting, Voldemort could hardly ask Harry Potter's Mudblood to join him. It wasn't until he realised what the book he had got decades ago actually meant that he had thought about using her again.

Well, all in all, it had been a very good decision, he thought as he ejaculated inside the young woman who was gasping from her own orgasm.

"Good morning," he purred.

"Very," she purred back.

"Breakfast?" he asked.

"In a while."

They did make it too breakfast. When they were almost done Lupin entered with Sirius Black. Voldemort could feel Hermione tense next to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"It was due to happen sometime," he said in a low voice. "Just handle it."

As Lupin and Black came closer, Voldemort could see that Lupin was looking very suspicious as Black seemed smug.

"So this is your secret boyfriend, Hermione!" Black remarked and came to sit at the opposite side of them. "Hi, I'm Sirius." He reached across the table to shake hand.

Voldemort didn't take it. "I'm well aware who you are Black."

Black seemed taken aback. Voldemort could see how the wheels in his brain were turning, but it was Lupin who supplied the answer.

"Voldemort," he remarked hatefully. "You are looking healthy."

"I feel very healthy," Voldemort answered pleasurably.

Black was looking from Voldemort to Hermione who wouldn't meet his gaze. "So… you are not the one Hermione has been sleeping with?"

"Oh, yes they have," Lupin answered crossly. "I recognise the scent."

Black looked horrified as he turned to Hermione again. His mouth moved but no words came out, just noises. Then he managed to ask; "Why?"

Hermione swallowed. Voldemort knew this was very hard for her, but didn't want to interfere. She would have to stand by her decisions alone.

"Well… I realised I was attracted to him," she finally said.

"So it's just physical?" Black asked doubtfully.

"Basically," she asked weakly but Voldemort could tell she didn't believe it herself and she must have seen that the other two didn't believe it either because she quickly continued. "I mean, we do other things too, mostly academic things. But it's not like I'm planning to marry him or something like that."

Lupin looked both angry and uncomfortable. "Hermione. He is the Dark Lord. Don't you realise he will probably kill you once he is bored with you?"

It had been a long time since someone spoke over Voldemort's head. He remembered that he didn't like it. "At least I never tried to rape her," he remarked coldly.

"Who tried to rape…," Black broke himself off when he saw Lupin had turned very red. "No, you couldn't have!"

Surprisingly for Voldemort, Hermione came to the werewolf's defence. "It was just before the full moon and at first, I didn't stop him, but then things went a little out of hand."

Voldemort didn't like that she defended Lupin. "You admitted yourself that it hurt you. You even agreed to take a lesson that would make you less afraid of men!"

Now it was Hermione's turn to blush. "I wasn't that bad."

Lupin suddenly rose. "Excuse me, I don't wish to stay." He walked away.

Voldemort saw a weird expression on Hermione's face; hurt. Why did she care about the werewolf? He placed his hand on her thigh, squeezing it so she would remember who she should care about. However, she seemed to misinterpret his squeeze as a comforting gesture, because she sighed and smiled at him and placed her hand on top of his. Oh, well, as long as she turned her attention back to him, he was fine with it.

Black was still watching them with the weird interested one could show for a car crash. "I still don't understand. You never stroke me for the type of woman who just slept around."

"She is not sleeping around, Black," Voldemort answered very annoyed. "She is just sleeping with me. And if you try to change that, I'll personally make sure you can never be with a woman again. Is that clear?"

The other man arched an eyebrow. "I was starting to wonder whether you really was Voldemort or not. However, I still don't understand why either of you are interested in the other. She is a Gryffindor and a Muggle-born and you are the reason her best friend is an orphan."

Voldemort felt Hermione's hand grow cold upon his. He quickly clenched it in his before she managed to withdraw. "I don't have to explain my reasons for you, Black. And my dispute is with Potter, not her."

Black turned towards Hermione again. "Do you feel the same, Hermione? Doesn't it matter that this man is the reason Harry was raised by those sadistic Muggles? That I was thrown innocently into prison for twelve years?"

Voldemort realised that Black was furious. He wasn't showing it, but he really was boiling with anger. Where had he learned to control his temper? Although, that wasn't the problem right now. The problem was that Hermione was getting very upset too and he didn't want Black to ruin the progress he had made with her last night. It was quite clear that she no longer could come up with a way to explain her actions. Alas, he would have to do it for her.

"Of course it matters to her," he huffed. "But it's not like she can do anything to change the past. Why won't you just let her be happy with me now?"

Black turned back to Voldemort with narrowed eyes. "I strongly doubt you'll make her happy."

Voldemort was about to retort when Hermione pushed her nails into his hand, hard.

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" she hissed to both of them. "Yes, I realise who he is and what he has done, but it's too late! I can't help but to want to be with him. I just…" She was fighting back tears. "I can't…" Finally, she let go of his hand and hurried out off the hall.

Voldemort sighed and massaged his hand. Deep down, he was pleased by her answer, but he knew she would be upset for a while now. Should he go after her or not?

Black's eyes were storming. "What are you planning to do with her?"

Voldemort looked at him coldly. "Despite what you may think, I do not plan to kill her once I'm bored with her, because frankly, I don't think I ever could get bored with her." He rose. "If you try to come between us, I will be true to my promise."

He didn't wait for a reply, he picked up a piece of the strange bread they ate here and walked after Hermione while eating. He really needed to eat more.

Once outside the hall he wondered where Hermione would have gone. Well, she had said that books calmed her down and he didn't think she really liked the room that had been given her. So he walked to the library. Well inside the library, he only had to follow the sounds of sobbing. For a moment he wondered if he should just leave and let her be. No, she would be valuable now and he could tie her even more to him.

He mused a bit over the fact that he so desperately wanted her to stay with him, but then pushed it aside. It didn't matter why; he knew what he wanted and went for it. That was always best.

Hermione was sitting on the floor behind some bookshelves, playing with the hem of her dress. She didn't look up when he came, but she addressed him.

"Everyone will be like that," she said in a low tone. "They will hate me."

Voldemort sat down in front of her. "You don't have to care about what everyone else thinks."

She scowled at him and brushed away her tears. "I'm well aware of that. But I love and respect these people. I don't want them to hate me!"

He moved closer to her and readjusted his legs in a similar position as she had, but with his legs at the outside of hers. "If they can't respect your decision, they are not your friends."

She looked down. "They will be worried about me."

He snorted. "You can take care of yourself, Hermione."

That seemed to spark something inside her. He smiled. Oh, she was so bond to him. Excellent.

"Well, you have a tendency to kill people who are known to be able to take care of themselves," she commented cynically.

He grasped her hands and started to kiss them. "I have no wish to kill you, Hermione. I thought I had made that clear?" He kissed the inside of her hands, up to her wrists.

Her face came closer to her hands. "I know, but you have to realise how strange it is for others to hear that the Dark Lord doesn't wish to kill a Mudblood."

Their faces were a mere inch from each other. "If I say you are not a Mudblood, you are no longer a Mudblood. You are just mine." He sealed his words with a kiss that quickly turned very passionate. They moved so she was lying on the floor with him on top, never letting go of each other's mouths. She sucked hard on his lower lip and he pulled his nails over her skull.

It could easily have turned into a sex act if they hadn't been interrupted.

"I don't know how they do where you come from, but we usually don't do things like that in a library," came an amused voice not far away from them.

Voldemort reluctantly let go of Hermione and sat up. Hermione quickly sat up too, straightening her hair nervously. A black woman, clearly of African inherence, was standing in front of them, carrying a pack of books in her arms. She wore a red dress in the same cut as Hermione's. Her dark hair was tied into a knot and there were age lines all over her face, but her brown eyes were gleaming with mischief.

"Uhm, hello," Hermione strutted. "We didn't mean to…"

The black woman waved her hand. "I've been young too once. And usually none would care, but the kids will be here soon for their lecture."

"Kids?" Voldemort asked, surprised. He hadn't seen any children here since they came.

"Yes, and we don't usually introduce them to the sexual aspect of life until they are mature enough for it," she explained. "Oh, but now I'm being rude. My name is Farai. I'll teach the little ones here today."

Voldemort decided that it was time to rise and helped Hermione up as well. "I'm Voldemort and this is Hermione."

"Ah, the new ones! I've heard whispers about you," Farai smiled. Voldemort didn't find her as annoying as everyone else he had met down here so far. She seemed cleaver. "If you wish, you may come and listen with the kids."

"That would be interesting," Hermione answered and gave Voldemort a questioning look. He nodded in agreement.

Farai made a gesture for them to join her. As they reached a sitting area, a man with his long black hair tied in a plait entered the library with six children behind him. The children seemed to be from six to fifteen year old. Voldemort frowned. Were all the school classes so small? He asked Farai this in a low voice.

"Oh, no, these are the only children old enough for school at Atlantis. There is a sixth one, but she is still at her mother's bosom."

This mystified Voldemort a great deal and he was only half listing to Farai's lecture which seemed to be about books and the history of libraries. Hermione, on the other hand, seemed to hang on to the other woman's every word. A bit over an hour later, Farai was done and the man took the children to their next class.

"How can it be only six children in this civilisation?" Voldemort asked Farai when they were alone again.

"We live long," Farai answered. "Most people here are well over eight hundred years when they decided to die. If everyone had children all the time we would soon be overpopulated and would not be able to live here."

Well, that made sense.

"But don't people want to have children?" Hermione asked with wide eyes.

"Of course. And everyone get one or two children during their life. We are fertile much longer than you are in the outer world."

"How do you decided who gets to become pregnant? And how do you stop women from getting pregnant?" Voldemort wondered.

"When a couple decides that they want to have a kid, they will undergo a test to see if they would be able to raise it together. If they pass the test, they will be put on a list. Once an elder decides to die, or someone dies in an accident, the couple at the top of the list is given the potion that will keep them immune of the contraceptive which is in everything we eat here." Farai explained this with such axiomatic that Voldemort got goose bumps. It would appear the Highnesses controlled both the life and death of the inhabitants of Atlantis. Such power!

"But that is so wrong!" Hermione exclaimed, clearly shocked. Voldemort sighed.

"Why would it be wrong?" Farai asked in a patient voice. "We make sure our children grow up in a loving home. No one here will ever become pregnant by mistake and we can always promise that all inhabitants will be nourished and have a home because we always know how many people we have. And we always have a marginal so that people like you can come here and live with us. And as I said, everyone who wishes will have a child or two during their life."

"But you said there was a test?" Hermione asked suspiciously. Voldemort could see that she didn't like what she was hearing.

"Of course. But there are few people who are so unfit that they can't change over a decennium or so. Mostly they deny couple because they are too young and inexperienced." Farai smiled. "Are you so eager to have kids?"

Hermione snorted and shook her head.

"Then I see no problem! Now if you excuse me, I have other things to attend to. I'll see you two around, I hope." Farai got up, nodded and left.

Hermione turned to Voldemort. "How can she be so calm about it? A person should be allowed to control their own body! Do you think they are giving us contraceptive?"

Voldemort sighed. "Hermione, just because you have learned one way of life as the right one doesn't mean that other people think so. And yes, I'm quite certain they are drugging us too. However, that doesn't matter because I've used a contraceptive on myself ever since we started to have sex."

"Well then they have been tricked! Brainwashed and…" Voldemort silenced her by pressing her lips together with his fingers.

"You really shouldn't speak so loudly about things like that. Most people here seem rather happy. I doubt they will let you bad-mouth it for too long. Just play along for now."

Hermione pulled away from his fingers. "We better think of something to do then," she mumbled. "Before we start to change too."

Voldemort agreed. But what?

xxx

After dinner it was time to for another lesson with Aluga. Hermione felt better this time. During the night, she had mulled over where she had failed and wanted to try some new ideas. It went really well if she was allowed to use her hands. Hermione found out a technique that made it feel like her hand was her wand and she realised she had no problem using magic if she was allowed to move her arm. Aluga prised her for the progress, but suggested her to try the more advance form. Voldemort made no progress at all and left after a couple of hours in a very bad mood. Hermione decided to let him cool off before she followed him.

Still, the thoughts about how strange she found this world followed her and she was reminded of it at the end of the session when she and Aluga was alone, chatting.

"You and Voldemort should ask for a bigger room if you plan to live together," Aluga commented when they were resting on two pig pillows about two hours after Voldemort had left.

"Oh, we do okay," Hermione answered, not wanting to tell Aluga that they didn't need a bigger room because they didn't plan to stay long. "We only sleep there anyway."

"Only sleep?" Aluga smiled suggestively.

Hermione blushed. "Well, we don't require too much space."

The older woman chuckled. "Have you been lovers for a long time?"

"No, we didn't really know each other until this quest begun. And that was just a little over a month ago," Hermione explained.

Aluga seemed surprised. "It just took you a month to find Atlantis?"

"We work well together," Hermione said with a shrug.

"I'd say. Few people have managed to find Atlantis by looking after it. Most usually stumble across it." Aluga waved her hand and a plate with two glasses appeared. "I just realised you must be thirsty?"

Hermione nodded and took one of the glasses with a smile. It was very sweet, but quite tasteful. She noticed that Aluga was watching her thoughtfully. She smiled shyly, uncertain what the other woman wanted.

"How was your life on the outside?" she suddenly asked.

Hermione was a bit distressed by the use of present term, but knew better than to comment it. "It was good. I had two best friends, Harry and Ron and we went to school together. We had quite an adventurous life, I think. We got into the strangest things. Voldemort said that was why he wanted to work with me, because I found strange things." Hermione thought back at the day she had been kidnapped. It felt like such an incredibly long ago. She took another sip from her glass. "Have you never wished to go to the outside world?"

Aluga shrugged. "When I was younger maybe. But not since it took my son from me."

Hermione looked up, surprised. But Aluga didn't seem like she wanted to share more. Instead she drank the last of her drink and stood up. "I have some orders to follow. You can find your way out of here alone?"

Hermione nodded.

"Goodnight, then." She Apparated out of the room.

Hermione drank up too and stood. Her head spun a little, but she felt very relaxed and happy. She realised that there must have been some sort of alcohol in the drink. Strange that Aluga hadn't mentioned it. Oh, well, it wasn't like Hermione had drunken much and she wouldn't drink any more either. Not like the first night she had been here. However, maybe she should find that pub again and see what was happening there? Yes, she didn't really feel like going back to Voldemort if he was still in a bad mood. Not when she felt so good.

It took some time for her to find the pub, so she stopped and asked for directions. Well there, she let herself be captured by the music and just dance around with everyone and no one. It was rather out of character for her, but she blamed it on the drink.

She didn't know how long she danced, but she may have continued all night if she hadn't spotted the dark lonesome creature at the back of the room.

"Professor Snape?" she asked and came over to him.

"Leave me alone, Miss Granger," he muttered. She guessed the glass he was holding wasn't the first for the night.

"You shouldn't sit here all alone," she remarked, concerned. "Where is Katja?"

Snape let out a humourless laugh.

"Did you two have a fight?" she asked and sat down next to him.

"You are far too young to be questioning me about my love-life, Miss Granger," Snape said with an unfocused look at her.

Hermione snorted. "I'm eighteen. But if you don't want to talk, let me help you back to your room at least. There is no use sitting here feeling sorry for yourself."

It took some more persuading, but Hermione could be very stubborn when she thought she was right and Snape just didn't have the energy to argue with her. With one arm around his waist and his arm around her shoulder, she helped him walk back to his room. Once there, he collapsed on the bed. Hermione thought he had fallen asleep, so she removed his shoes and pulled the blanket over him. She was very surprised when he suddenly spoke.

"You are far too good to be sleeping with the Dark Lord," he mumbled, watching her with half-closed eyes.

She shrugged. "I'm hardly as good as everyone seem to think."

He chuckled. "So it's a teenage rebel thing? Why didn't you just fuck Malfoy or even Black to get it out your system? Both options would have been better than the Dark Lord!"

She blushed at hearing her old Professor's blunt words. "It's not a rebel thing! I just… I never planned to sleep with anyone. It just happened!"

He snorted. "Nothing 'just happens' with the Dark Lord, he always plans everything."

"You seem to know him awfully well," she remarked.

"Comes with being the only follower he can't kill."

"What do you mean?" She was sure she had never heard this before.

"Right, this is why I don't drink. I speak too much when I'm drunk," Snape muttered, more to himself than to her.

Hermione sat down next to his bed, very curious. "I won't repeat it."

Black eyes peered at her through a curtain of black hair. "Curiosity killed the cat, Hermione."

"And satisfaction brought it back," she replied smugly.

He chuckled and turned to his back so he was no longer looking at her. "He gave my mother an unbreakable vow, promising that he would never kill anyone in her family. Unfortunately that meant he couldn't save her from her own husband." Snape was quiet and Hermione got a feeling she shouldn't interrupt. "She was a stupid cow. If I have understood correctly, she gave him some sacred family heirloom for that promise. Did her no good when her family then threw her on the street for stealing this priced heirloom. But she always told me that if I had a problem, I should go to the Dark Lord." He laughed unhappily. "Did me much good, didn't it?"

"I'm sorry to hear," she mumbled. "But it must feel quite safe knowing the Dark Lord can't kill you?"

Snape snorted. "He can still torture me until I wish I was dead." He rolled around, facing her again. It looked like he wanted to say something more, but then changed his mind. "You should leave, Miss Granger. He won't be happy if he finds you alone with another man."

Hermione huffed, but a part of her reminded her that it was true. Besides, it was getting late and Snape could need some sleep. "I'll come by tomorrow and make sure you are alright."

"What ever, Miss Granger," Snape mumbled with his eyes now closed.

Hermione felt very sorry for her professor. His life must have been very hard. Wondering if there was anything she could do, she walked back to her own room.

"Where have you been?" Voldemort asked the moment she opened the door.

"I practiced with Aluga some more, we had a drink and then I met Snape. He was drunk so I helped him back to his room and then I came here," she summarised her evening.

Voldemort came to stand in front of her and sniffed. "You smell like him!"

She rolled her eyes. "I half-carried him to his room. There is no need to be jealous."

"I'm not jealous!" he spat.

Hermione sighed. All energy she had experienced on the dance-floor seemed to have disappeared. "Fine. Can't we go to bed now? I'm exhausted."

He was still watching her suspiciously. "Very well."

She walked into the bathroom to make herself ready to bed and came out again. Voldemort was already lying under the blanket and he watched her silently as she removed her dress and came to lie next to him. Once under the blanket, he spooned into her, pressing one of his hands against the lower part of her stomach and the other over her chest. Hermione gasped when she felt him press his magic into her. It was pleasuring in a painful way, but very scary.

"W-wha…?" she gasped. Her whole body was tingling like insane.

He pressed his lips against her shoulder and suddenly the tingling stopped. She was left breathless and sweating.

"Just marking my territory," he purred.

Hermione flew up, anger giving her energy. "What? I'm not your bloody territory!"

Voldemort chuckled, lying down on his back with his hands behind his head. "You agreed last night to stay with me. You are very much my territory."

"Then you are mine!" she growled. "And I should do that thing to you too!"

He gave her a cocky smile. "Be my guest."

Hermione realised she had no idea what he had done and judging by his smile, he would not tell her. She pressed her lips together. Fine. She would find out by herself and then she would do the same to him. Muttering under her breath about the insolence that was Voldemort, she lay down again as far from him as possible (which was about an inch away from him in the small bed) and turned her back against him again.

She was just about to fall asleep when he spooned into her a kissed her head. Sighing, she didn't fight him. It did feel nice to be held by him, no matter how much of a dick he was.
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