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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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Yay, new quick update! Hope you like it! As usual there are smut in it, so beware! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

Soniab: Haha, Voldemort got new plans for Hermione, which are revealed in this chapter! Noting grand though, but I hope you'll enjoy it! As for Harry winning or not... well, you'll just have to wait and see what happens! Thanks for reviewing!

Chapter 19

Two days after Voldemort had left Hermione, he felt as if he was going to kill anyone who said a word to displease him. When it happened, he didn't feel any relief at all, just more annoyed. He knew what was wrong with him. It was sexual frustration. He had got used to have sex with Hermione and now when she wasn't here... but he would be damned if he called her after just two days because he was randy. He did have some dignity. Besides, Hermione didn't have that power over him.

Or at least that was what he told himself. However, the truth was that he didn't find any other woman appealing anymore. All he could think about as he wanked off in the shower was Hermione. But that didn't mean he missed her. Nope. He was above missing people. It was just... he still felt strange after that cleansing bath at Atlantis. Although, he wasn't too worried. It was probably just because he wasn't used having a properly functioning body again. The sex drive was just a part of it. He would take care of it the next time he saw Hermione.

Before that happy occasion, he had a lot of work to do. The Death Eaters were always lazy this time of year. Not that he had too much work for them, but there were no use having lazy minions. So he sent them away on useless spying mission. He did want to find out what the Order was up too, but hardly anyone came back with something good. Not even Severus, even if appeared as if he gained back some trust by bringing Black to them. Oh, well, Voldemort had time. At the moment he was more interesting in the books from Atlantis than in the war. Not that he made much progress. So far, the only breakthrough was when he realised that the book he had had from the very beginning was in fact written of several different people. He ha noticed that the writing changed slightly on some pages and after testing the colour used to write, he discovered that some of the writing was as resent as three hundred years ago. The other books that he had stolen were written between twelve thousand and five hundred years ago. It would be very interesting to read it once he managed to translate it. But it was hard work and it didn't go faster when he was interrupted all the time.

As they closed in on New Years, Voldemort decided that it would be best if he used Hermione again. However, he had found out a couple of days before that she had returned to Hogwarts. She was probably under close guard and even if he knew his mark and magic could transport her to him despite all the protection around the castle, Hermione may not know it and try to sneak out. He didn't want to risk her getting caught. So he would just have to go to her himself.

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McGonagall was very happy to see Hermione again, but horrified when she heard what had happened to her. Nonetheless, Hermione was more than welcome back to Hogwarts and McGonagall would gladly help her read up what she had missed this semester. Alas, for the rest of the holiday, Hermione spent two hours every day with the headmistress. Since Hermione had always been a very ambitious student she had no problems with any of the tests McGonagall came up with. In fact, after everything she had leaned from Voldemort and at Atlantis, these tests felt very banal and on her own time, Hermione practised everything without her wand.

The day before New Years Eve, Hermione spent the evening with Ginny. The tension between the two girls had been quite tense the first days after Hermione's return, but now it was much lighter. They spoke about school, people in the Order and books. Last Christmas Hermione had bought Ginny some of her favourite Muggle novels and since then, Ginny had fallen for the old classic chic lit of Austen and Brontë. Ginny even blushingly told Hermione that she had begun to write her own stories based on the characters of Austen's books and wondered if Hermione could read them and give her some tips on the plot. Hermione was positively surprised when she saw that Ginny actually had a great talent for writing and was happy to come with ideas.

At midnight, Hermione finished reading Ginny's second story and promised she would think about some ways to improve it over the night. They said goodnight and went to their different dorms. There weren't a lot of student left at Hogwarts anymore. Hermione was alone in her dorm and Ginny only had one other girl in hers.

Maybe it was because of Ginny's story, but Hermione found herself dreaming a very romantic dream about horseback riding over misty meadows and a fine gentleman who kissed her forehead softly and stroked her body.

She was very surprised when she woke up and could still feel a male body next to hers. With a small shriek, she hit him. Or, tried too. He captured her hand and rolled on top of her. The moon shone through the window and illuminated his face.

“Voldemort,” she said with a sigh of relief. “You shouldn't scare me like that!”

Voldemort smiled. “It's good to see you too Hermione.” He captured her lips in a hot kiss she wasn't late to return. Over the past week, she had longed to feel him on top of her again and now when she finally did, her whole body felt like it was on fire.

He quickly removed her nightgown and stroked her stomach and breast. She noted feverishly that he was already naked. His hardness was digging into her thigh. She spread her legs, eager for the feeling of his cock against her pussy. Her hands came down to his backside and she pressed her nails into the skin, pleased to noticed that he had gained a few pounds and that there actually was an arse to feel and not just bones.

Voldemort never let go of her mouth so his groan made her whole head vibrate. He was kissing her so hard she was sure she would have bruises on her lips in the morning, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was having him inside her again. Already her cunt was crying for a release to the ache.

She buckled her hips against him and finally pushed inside her. He rod her hard and fast and when his cock came in contact with her g-spot she climaxed instantly, taking him with her.

He lay on her heavily for a few moment before he took a deep breath and slid off her.

“Okay, so you better take a Morning After potion tomorrow,” he finally said.

Hermione, who had almost fallen asleep again, flew up. “What?”

“Ah, yes, I didn't have time to cast the spell over myself,” he said in a rather embarrassed tone. “I was just happy to see you.”

She started at him in the dark. “And how do you expect me to explain to Madam Pomfrey that I need such a potion?”

“Why do you have to ask at all?” he wondered with a shrug. “Just take it.”

Hermione sighed. “Fine, I'll find a way. But I still can't believe you forgot the spell.”

Voldemort huffed. “Everyone can make mistakes.”

“I guess,” she said, but couldn't resist adding teasingly. “Unless you subconsciously want to have a child?”

That made him laugh. “I can honestly say that I don't want any children, Hermione.” Then he turned serious and sat up as well. “And if I find out that you are pregnant, I will remove the foetus myself.”

Hermione's eyes narrowed. “Well, I can honestly say that I won't want to carry your offspring. As a matter of fact, why don't I begin to take a contraceptive potion since you seem to forget so easy?”

“Do that,” he retorted and lay down in the bed again, crossing his arms.

Hermione lay down as well with a huff.

“Who's offspring do you want to carry?” he asked after a while.

“What?” she asked, still annoyed over his unnecessary threat.

“You didn't say you didn't want to have children. Just that you didn't want to have mine,” he said in a low voices. “So who's?”

“No one! I was being rhetorical.” This conversation was getting ridiculous.

“But you want children?” He sounded almost angry.

“Someday, I guess,” she answered angrily. “What is that to you?”

He rolled toward her and placed his hand on her stomach. “Don't you remember that spell I put on you? If anyone with the intention to fuck you touches your skin, he or she will be blown away. Besides me that is.”

Hermione stared at him. She hadn't given that night another thought. It wasn't like it mattered at the moment. She didn't need someone else to touch her. “Well, then I just assume you will remove the spell when we stop being lovers.”

Voldemort chuckled. “Oh, Hermione. I thought I had made it clear to you that you'll be mine for the rest of your life. You won't have another lover.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Fine, then you better try harder to make me happy! And maybe in twenty years that will include babies!”

He pressed his lips together, but then he huffed. “Fine, we can have this discussion again in twenty years.”

“Good.” She lay down and tried not to worry how it would be in twenty years. It wasn't that she knew if she wanted to have children or not, but she did thought that someday it would be nice.

“If that is settled then, maybe we can start to talk about why I'm really here,” he begun, but Hermione interrupted.

“How did you get in here?” she asked curiously. “There is so much protection around the castle and boys aren't supposed to be able to come up here.”

He snorted. “The security of Hogwarts is no problem for me anymore, I can Apparate inside and even if I couldn’t, I know all secret ways in and out of this school and I transformed into a very small serpent so I could travel inside the castle undetected. Now, about why I'm here.” He quickly told her about his progress with the Atlantis language and what he had found out about the time-span of which the first book her had got. “But the thing is, the person who gave me the book told me that it had been in her family for at least three decades. Which could mean that the last entries in the book could have been written here in the outside world. I want you to do some digging in how a wizadring-family came in possession of a book from Atlantis.”

Hermione, who had listed carefully, frowned. “You never ask the person who gave you the book?”

“She didn't know,” he said with a grimace. “And when I saw it, all I could tell was that it was important, but it took me almost fifty years to realise how important. I just thought it was written in some made-up language, but when Severus developed the spell to tell how old the magic around it was, I understood that it had to have something to do with Atlantis.”

“Okay, what is this wizarding-family's name?” Hermione asked, reaching around to grab a not-pad she always had on her night-stand.

“It's Prince,” he told her when she turned back.

Hermione's eyes winded. “Snape's family?”

Voldemort looked surprised. “I didn't realise you knew your teacher's family so well?”

She blushed. “I don't, really. I just... well, last year Harry found this Potions book that belonged to 'the half-blood prince' and I did some digging...” She stopped herself when a thought hit her. “Was the book the thing Snape's mother gave you that made her family throw her out?”

His frown increased. “You are very well informed. How did you reach that conclusion?”

“Snape and I talked,” she said with a blush. “Never mind. So you want me to find out how Snape's great-grand-parents or something came in possession of a book from Atlantis?”

“Exactly,” he said, still looking a bit suspicious. Probably over the fact that she and Snape talked about things like that. “Hogwarts have great resources of the history of wizadring family. I doubt it will take you too long. Now, would you mind telling my why you choose to come back here? I thought you were meeting up with your friends?”

Hermione sighed, but since it was never any use lying to Lord Voldemort she told him how the Order felt that she could no longer be trusted. “Besides, I do want to graduate from Hogwarts.”

“I see.” He let his fingers wander over her stomach. “Did Potter feel the same way?”

Hermione's eyes narrowed. “You are snooping.”

“Well, I find it interesting that you won't speak about your so called best friend,” he said softly. “Because I'm aware that Potter was at the Burrow. My Death Eaters chased him and Weasley there. So what aren't you telling me, Hermione?”

“You promised you wouldn't hurt Harry and Ron if I helped you,” she replied in a low voice.

“First of all, I had nothing to do with their attack. Second, they would not have been hurt if they hadn't been trying to steal a horcrux that was guarded by one of my Death Eaters,” he explained and his let his hand lay still on her hip. “Now, for the last time, what aren't you telling me?”

She turned her head away from him. “You were nicer at Atlantis.”

“I didn't have to be the Dark Lord at Atlantis,” he retorted. “And if you won't answer my question, I'll just have to find the answer myself.”

He rolled on top of her, forced her to look at him and entered her mind without a sound. Hermione still didn't know Occlumency, but the practice with Aluga had paid off. Voldemort barely managed to see a thing before Hermione threw him off the bed with wandless magic. She jumped out from the bed, ready to fight, as he landed with a huff on the floor.

Voldemort rose slowly. “You don't want to fight me, Hermione.”

She clenched her hands. “No, I don't. But you can't just force me to give you want you want! Especially not when it involves my friends.”

“Potter is still your friend then?” he asked and eyed her with caution. She knew he was waiting for an opening.

“Yes,” she hissed. “And I never told him a thing about what you have done or said so I won't tell you anything about him!”

“The difference between Potter and I are that I'm not your friend, I'm your Master and you will tell me what I wish to hear!” he growled and attacked with his magic.

Hermione raised a shield that absorbed his powers. “No, I won't!”

He tried to attack her with his magic again, but when it was also absorbed, he attacked with his body. Hermione tried to push him off her magically, but this time he was ready and the magic just ran off him. Alas, since none of them got the upper hand by using magic, they fought by hand. Unfortunately for Hermione, this was something she knew nothing about and Voldemort soon had her pressed face first into the wall, her hand locked behind her back.

“Now then,” he said, breathing hard into her ear. “Will you tell me or do I have to hurt you for real?”

“If you hurt me I'll never willingly sleep with you again,” she hissed. “I don't care if that means I'll never have sex again. I won't stand for this treatment!”

She could feel him tense. Apparently she had struck a nerve. Well, she wasn't bluffing. Maybe she could stand the fact that he was evil and hurt other people, but she would never stand to be with a man who hurt her. She was that selfish at least.

After a moment, Voldemort took a step back and violently threw her on the bed. “Insolent girl!”

Hermione watched as he paced the room.

“I have killed people for less than this,” he spat. “I don't stand for disobedience!” He gruffed a bit more and finally stopped at the window, his hands coming down hard on the window-still.

Minutes ticked away. Hermione wasn't scared, but she had the feeling she shouldn't move or make any noises just yet.

“But I don't want to kill you,” he whispered against the glass.

Even with Hermione's unnatural good werewolf hearing it was hard to catch the words.

“By Merlin, I don't even want to hurt you.” His forehead came to rest against the glass.

Now Hermione felt that it was time for her to move. She tiptoed over the cold stone floor and stopped behind his back. Testing the waters, she reached out and put a hand against his bare back. He tensed but didn't move. She moved even closer and embraced him from behind, resting her head against his shoulder blades.

She didn't know how long they stood there, but in the end, Voldemort turned around. “You are ice cold,” he said in a low voice as he removed her hands from around her. “Let's go back to bed.”

She let him lead her back to bed and well in it, she put her freezing toes against his calves. He made a gesture with his hand and the temperature in the bed rose.

Making a decision she hoped she would not live to regret she said; “Harry doesn't feel you inside his head anymore. I think the connection broke when you were cleansed. Why is that?”

He was quiet for so long she wondered if he had fallen asleep, but then he answered; “I thought about it and I think I may have turned him into a horcrux. The cleansing restored my soul and all my other horcruxes seem to have been destroyed.” He paused. “I'm glad Potter can't see into my mind anymore. It was becoming very frustrating to keep him out.”

“I think the feeling is mutual,” she remarked dryly.

He tightened his grip around her. “Thank you for telling me.”

She sighed. “Don't expect it to happen too often.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. A moment later they were both asleep.

xxx

Voldemort woke up when he heard how people started to move outside Hermione dorm. He ignored them. If someone would enter, he could quickly turn into a snake and hide under the covers. He had been very pleased when he noticed that Hermione was alone in her dorm. That would make meeting her so much simpler.

However, he didn't fall asleep again, instead he lay and watched her sleep. She was as beautiful asleep as she was awake, but in a different way. In her sleep she seemed so peaceful, soft and trusting. Awake she was passionate and strong-minded. She was so perfect in so many ways and she was his completely. If he could, he would thigh her to him in every way possible. There was so many way two people could bond, but he knew that some of those bond would be in the way in other aspect of his life. It would be a political catastrophe for him if he married her, for example. Every single one of his followers would object and he wasn't stupid enough to think he had complete power over him. Neither was it possible for him to have children with her. One of his strengths was that he had no family or friends that could be used against him in emotional blackmail. It was already risky to have Hermione as his lover, but as long as no one knew both of them was safe. He wasn't sure what he would do if someone kidnapped Hermione to get to him.

Then he snorted. Of course he would just kill the kidnappers for thinking they could hurt him. But the point was that he didn't want to have to worry about Hermione's safety all the time. Neither did he want her to think she had that kind of power over her. He had become so angry last night and still he hadn't been able to actually hurt her. Luckily, Hermione didn't seem to realise how special that made her. Instead, she had told him what he wanted to know. He hoped there wouldn't be any other fights like that, but was quite sure it would. After all, Hermione was in a very delicate position being his lover and Harry Potter's friend. It would not be possible in the long run. After a while she would have to choose side.

If he only he could be sure she would choose his side. What did he have to do to make her stay with him? Judging by last night’s event, he didn't think he would be able to just force and threaten her into being with him. Manipulating her was possible, but it would be hard. She was just seemed to know him too well. It was almost as if she suspected he would manipulate her. He would have to be very careful and try to undermine the Order's grip of her. Her parents would be of no problem. He got along with them and Hermione knew that. No matter what side she chose, she would always have her parents. However, he would have to show every positive side there was for her if she followed him. Knowledge, maybe? After the Atlantis-business was over, he could come up with another educational challenge for her. Something she couldn't get from the Order.

Well, that wouldn't be too difficult; the Order didn't seem to appreciate her at all. Neither her mind nor her body. He on the other hand was obsessed with both. He let his fingers dance over her stomach and breasts. Last night he had been a little too glad to see her. It was really stupid off him to forget the spell. Even more stupid since it wasn't the first time he had done it. Although, at the time he had trusted Bella when she had taken a contraceptive potion. When she five months later couldn't hide her big stomach anymore, he had punished her severely for tricking him. Not only would children be a political nightmare, but children was generally very annoying creature. Just screaming and pooping. No thanks.

As he lay there, deep in thoughts, he first didn’t notice that Hermione woke up as well. When he did, she was watching him curiously.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

He quickly banished all thoughts of babies from his head. “You.”

“Is that so?” she purred and came closer to him. “In what way?”

Voldemort smirked as he spotted the lust in her eyes. His cock reacted immediately. “Why don’t I show you?”

She gladly agreed.
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