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Serpentine Series	By : HarmonyB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harmony was exhausted by the time she stumbled through the front doors of Riddle mansion.
"Lumos!" she breathed softly after she pulled wand free of her left boot, and she used its luminosity to find the staircase that led up to her room.
As she went down the hall to use the bathroom she noticed the fire in Voldemort's room was still lit. In fact, it was blazing as if someone had just put a new log on the fire. When she finished doing her business, she used his bathroom door to go into his room. She expected to find someone there, but it was empty. She guessed he'd casted a charm on the hearth to keep the fire lit. It did its job to keep the room nice and warm in his absence.
Harmony knew she should return to her own room, but the warmth was too welcoming too ignore. She curled up on the couch beside his chair. The heat from the fire enveloped her like a warm embrace. She yawned as she grabbed one of the couch pillows and laid down her head.
He won't be home until tomorrow, she told herself. I'll just rest my eyes for a few minutes. She felt as the little snake charm slithered down onto her belly and curled up as well.
Soon she fell fast asleep.
It only seemed like seconds later when she opened her eyes again. But now the room was cold and dark, and Harmony shivered. She rolled over, but instead of rolling into more soft sheets and pillows she dropped right onto the frozen wood floor with a thud.
Harmony realized, as she massaged her aching head, that she must've spent the entire night on Master's couch. The fire was now banked and cooled as if it had never been lit, and she could see dim gray light peeked in between the cracks of the curtains. It's almost morning already, she thought. The Dark Lord must have come home from the celebration by now.
As if on cue, she heard a long sigh come from the four-poster bed. Her heart jumped up to her throat as she quickly and quietly got to her feet. She tiptoed toward the bedroom door, which was now closed.
She hadn't meant to sleep in Lord Voldemort's bedroom! How senseless could she be?
Harmony wondered if he had been annoyed when he'd found her on his couch. Looking over at his bed, she saw his shadowy figure lying there on top of the covers, as if he had been too tired to trouble himself with pulling them down and climbing beneath them.
She reached out a hand and grasped the large brass doorknob. She twisted it as slowly as she could so it wouldn't make any noise. She nearly had it cracked open when—
"It's not the first time I've found a woman sleeping on my couch, you know," Voldemort said, his tone slightly amused.
Harmony nearly jumped right out of her skin at the sudden sound of his voice. It wasn't a voice one would usually been keen to hear in a dark room all alone. She spun around to look back at the bed. The morning light that came through the window allowed her to see his face, but just barely.
"W-what?" she replied, even though she'd heard him well enough. She had no idea what else to say.
"Women. My couch. Not the first time," he explained as he propped himself up on one elbow. "I've caught Lestrange lying there from time to time. Such a nuisance."
Harmony took in his disheveled hair and the dark bags under his blue eyes—he looked thoroughly exhausted.
"It has actually been a while since I've slept in a bed," Master told her as if telling a joke. He stroked his hand lightly over the green velvet coverlet, and Harmony's mouth went dry. "I don't sleep much anyway, but when I do I don't want to have to deal with laundering the sheets, so I just take the couch."
Harmony nodded in understanding, still unsure of what to say. Her hand remained tightly wound around the doorknob while she listened as though mentally preparing for her cue to leave.
"It was a long night at the celebration, but you didn't miss anything that would have been worth staying for," he told her. His hand, still stroking the bedcovers, switched directions from smoothing just the section near him to making sure there were no wrinkles on the other side of the bed. "It was already dawn when I returned. I'll admit to you, I don't remember ever feeling as fatigued as I do now. It seems my sleepless nights are finally catching up with me."
Harmony was taken completely by surprise when next Voldemort patted the top of the bed on the side he had just smoothed out. Her eyes rounded and she felt panic grip her as she clutched the doorknob even tighter than before. It was an invitation for her to stay with him, like an equal—no, more than that. Like they were actually mates.
When she just stood there, he patted the bed again—more persistent now. Before waiting for her to make a move, he laid his head back on the pillows and closed his eyes.
He just wants to talk, she told herself, but the moment she thought it she knew it was silly. How innocent of her. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the intimate setting. He was a grown man; she was a lone teenage girl. If he thought he could take advantage of her, she wasn't going to go down without a fight.
Harmony released the brass doorknob as though letting go of a lifeboat in a hurricane. She crawled onto the bed and lay down on her back, wishing she could sigh aloud at the wonderful softness of the velvet coverlet; compared to the couch, the pillow felt like a cloud under her head.
"Take off your boots," he ordered. A simple command, but even in his sleepy voice, it instantly commanded her attention.
She hesitated. Then slowly sat up and started fumbling with the zippers of her boots. She managed to pull one off, tossing it over the side of the bed, but when she tried to unzip the other, it stuck half-way down.
"Damn," she muttered.
Voldemort's wand was suddenly out and he tapped her zipper, after which it easily gave away.
"Thank you," she mumbled as she slid off her other boot and it joined its twin on the floor.
"Come. It's cold in here."
When both of them were situated beneath the covers, lying side-by-side on their backs, Harmony stared up at the canopy with her hands resting on her stomach. Master took up a similar pose.
She could hear a little smile in his voice when he said, "Last night, you certainly riled all those dark wizards into frenzy. When I returned to them, they were all going on about how naïve you must be to act that way towards their Master."
"I really am sorry if I overdid it," Harmony piped up.
Master waved her words aside. "I would've done the same. At least now everyone knows you—maybe a little more than I'd hoped—but what's done is done."
After a moment of silence, Harmony simply asked, "Bellatrix?"
"She was dealt with accordingly."
Harmony shivered beneath the blankets and wondered what he exactly meant by "dealt with."
Master added, "You see, ever since her husband Rodolphus died, Bella has had no one but me to look after her. She wishes to know everything that I know. She craves my power."
"And so she created a love potion to get it?" Harmony scoffed in disgust. She had read about the effects love potions had. A strong enough draft could render its drinker helpless; they were no better than slaves.
"It wasn't the first time she tried to get me under her fingers," he said bitterly.
I wonder how jealous Bellatrix would be if she knew where I was right now, she thought. She rolled onto her side to look up into Master's face, but then noticed that he was watching her. She blushed under the unwelcome scrutiny. Had he been watching her this whole time?
"I saw your performance last night," he said in a velvety voice, so close to her face that it vibrated all through her body. She watched the curve of his bottom lip while he spoke.
"I must have been quite a sight," she said lightly as she moved her gaze down to her hands.
"Quite," he whispered. His lips quirked momentarily into a smile before he failed in his attempt to stifle a yawn. "Which reminds me, your costume is in your room. Narcissa found it and brought it here."
"Oh, good," Harmony answered. She was grateful the high strong witch would consider doing something nice for her. She must've done it to thank Harmony for looking out for Draco.
"Yes," Voldemort said as he closed his eyes. "They're all so impressed by you." He sighed deeply and sounded close to sleep when he added, "So am I."
Harmony waited as his breathing slowed into the even pace of slumber. She watched his chest rise and fall, and felt the warmth of his breath on her face as it flowed past his parted lips.
It amazed her at how peaceful he looked. Like he didn't have a care in the world, like the world was safe place without the Dark Arts creeping beneath its surface. This was a Voldemort with a mother, and without a Harry Potter: serene and dreaming.
As she drifted off to sleep beside him, her last thought echoed through her mind: I wonder what murderers dream of?
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