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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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Hello everybody! Sorry, it took me a little longer than I had expected to post this chapter. Both my beta and I have been very busy. My bachelor-thesis where due this week, but now I have handed that one in and the opposition aren't until Tuesday so I had some time over to post this. IIIH! Wish me luck on my very controversial thesis!

Okay, so a small WARNING; this chapter contains an uncomfortable dark adult scene (nonesmut). If you don't like it, don't read the middle of this chapter!

Thank you Ankoku Dezaia for betaing this chapter!

Chapter 2

Hermione did wake up the next morning, but quickly realised that the events of yesterday hadn't been a dream. She was in an unfamiliar room with two doors and no windows. Recalling what had been said when they reached the house last night, Voldemort's bedroom was behind the door on the wall left to her bed and Malfoy's bedroom was behind the door which was placed on the wall in front of her bed. It was clear that Voldemort didn't want her to escape. She had to go through one of the men's bedroom to get out to the rest of the house. Remus was in a similar position, but between Malfoy's and Snape's bedroom.

Hermione looked around in her room again. Light came from an electric lamp on the nightstand on the left to her bed and cast a gloomy orange glow over her single bed and the wardrobe next to the door which led to Voldemort's room. Hermione sat up and leaned against the solid stone wall on the right side of the bed. She felt like she could think more clearly now and she wasn't sure she liked it.

Voldemort had told them that his reason to find Atlantis was because he wanted to become immortal and the legend said that the inhabitants of Atlantis were immortal. But why did Voldemort think he would gain immortality as well? Did he really want to go through all this trouble of getting a team together based on a legend and a book no one could read? Then again, he was mad.

Her stomach started to growl and she wondered what time it was. Surely they would not let her starve in here? After she got dressed in the same robe as yesterday she went to Malfoy's door and knocked. If it was early in the morning, she didn't want to disturb Voldemort. He was the person most likely to kill her purely out of a bad mood.

No one answered so she tried the door and found it unlocked. Opening it, she discovered a much bigger bedroom with windows. It seemed to be quite late in the morning because the sun was shining brightly into the luxurious bedroom with a king-sized bed of something that looked like silk. Not wanting to be caught snooping around, she went to the door to her left and found herself in a hallway. Not remembering where she came from last night, she decided to try left first but when she had turned around a corner, she only found a door leading to a bathroom. Not liking to shower without a clean change of clothes, she closed the door and went in the opposite direction. She went past two doors which turned out to be Snape's bedroom (at least she guessed it was because there were numerous caldrons in there) and a second bathroom. Then she reached a spiral staircase which took her straight into a kitchen where Remus was sitting.

"Good morning, Hermione," Remus said with a smile. "Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, please," she said. The kitchen was big and sunny because of the great windows. She could see the ocean behind the big dining table. "Are we really in Greece?"

"When did you see a sun like that in Britain?" Remus asked with a chuckle.

Hermione snorted. "There is nothing wrong with the summers in Britain."

"No, but we are in the first week of October," Remus said and looked thoughtfully through the window. "If our evil master doesn't come by soon, I may go for a swim." He handed her a cup of coffee.

"You seem to be coping awfully well with this," she remarked.

Remus sighed. "When they took me, I was sure they would lock me up in some cell and torture me for information. When they threatened to turn me into a fulltime werewolf… well, I guess they found my Achilles' heel. After he gave me the mark, they locked me up in a comfortable room and gave me good food three times every day. I was worried when they didn't ask me anything and I was actually relieved when they finally told me about this mission. I hope you won't judge me."

"I won't," she promised and made herself a sandwich. She hoped he wouldn't judge her either when she became a little too excited about her research. Right now, she still felt a little anxious about how they were going to treat her. Would they make her do housekeeping just because she was a Muggle-born? Would they hurt her if she didn't come up with any answers? She was also worried about Harry and Ron. What would they do when they found out she was missing? What about Professor McGonagall? Hermione would have had a lesson with her this morning! Surely McGonagall would try to find out what happened with her? And then what? If she found out Death Eaters had kidnapped Hermione, what could she do? Her left arm began to itch and she scratched it absentmindedly as she worried about her friends.

"Don't we look miserable today?" Malfoy remarked when he, Snape and Voldemort came into the kitchen from some room she didn't notice.

His comment was directed to her and she made a grimace to him. Her arm was itching even more now and she remembered the mark she got last night. She pulled up her sleeve and saw that it was black and red.

"Why does it itch?" she asked out in the room.

"Because the Dark Lord is near," Snape answered her. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

"I don't want to get used to it," she mumbled with a dark look at Voldemort who looked strangely out of place in this bright kitchen.

"No one cares," Malfoy said as he poured himself a cup of tea and sat down next to Remus. Snape sat down next to her with a cup of coffee. Hermione tried not to care.

Voldemort remained standing, looking at Hermione. She didn't like the way he was looking at her, like he was measuring her for something. "After breakfast, you will join me in the library, Miss Granger."

She simply nodded and Voldemort turned to Remus. "Lucius will accompany you to Athens where you will pick up everything you think is needed for excavating findings. Severus, I want you to go as well, try to find those ingredients we talked about."

"Of course, my Lord," Snape answered. "And, if I may suggest, while Lupin can borrow clothes from anyone of us, they will hardly fit Miss Granger."

Hermione stared at Snape. Why was he being considerate? He had always made it clear that he hated her guts, what difference did it make to him if she was wearing the same clothes for weeks?

"Ah, yes," Voldemort said, like he hadn't thought about it. "Lucius, take her measurements before you leave and Lupin can pick out things for himself as well. I'll see you in a bit, Miss Granger." With that, he left the room to disappear behind the same door he emerged from.

Hermione decided it was best not to let him wait too long so she made herself another sandwich as Malfoy asked her about her size.

"Can you also pick up a toothbrush and some paste, please?" she asked as nicely as she could. "And maybe if you can find some shampoo and conditioner for frizzy hair? And a comb?"

Malfoy eyed her hair with a smirk. "Yes, I believe that would be quite necessary in this climate. Fear not, Miss Granger, I know exactly what I shall give you." He brushed his perfect long blond hair over his shoulder.

"Thank you." Hermione forced a smile, knowing that it was better for her health if she was polite, even if it pained her to have to ask a Malfoy for help. Although, if it was anything she could trust a Malfoy with, it was to know what made a person look perfect on the outside.

They all finished breakfast and the three men left the building while Hermione went to the library. She knocked on the door before she entered. It was darker in here, the big windows were covered by green curtains. Hermione almost didn't realise because her eyes fell on the books. There had to be a hundred bookcases filled with glorious knowledge. She slowly went past the lines of the parallel arrangement of bookshelves. When she came to the middle of the room, Voldemort was sitting at a big round table that was covered with open books.

"What is this place?" she asked in awe.

"I transported most of my books here when I decided we should use this house as the base of our search," Voldemort explained.

"Most of your books?" Hermione asked with big eyes.

Voldemort smiled. "Yes, Miss Granger, I have more books than this. And I also have a system which means I'll be very crossed if you misplace a book."

Hermione couldn't help but to smile back. "I've helped out in the library of Hogwarts since I was thirteen. The librarian never asked me too, but since I never misplaced a book, she let me be."

"Why, pray tell, did you do that?" Voldemort asked and leaned back in the chair.

"Because if I get to neat things up around me I neat up things in my mind as well and I think better," she answered with a shrug.

"You are a very peculiar woman," he remarked.

"Isn't that why I'm here?" she asked.

"Yes, but I was talking about how you aren't trembling with fear by being in my presence like most young women would be," he said and made a gesture for her to sit down.

"Oh," she pulled out a chair at the opposite side of the table. "Well, it's the books I think. They make me feel safe."

Voldemort chuckled. It was a rather unpleasant sound, but Hermione found herself not too bothered by it. As she had said, books made her feel safe and calm.

"Good, then you will have no problem working for me," he said and gave her some papers. When she looked at them she realised they were copied from the pages of the book he had showed her yesterday. "Considering that the symbols in that book reminded both of us of Egypt and there were people there ten thousands years ago, I hope we can find some memories in the most ancient texts, even if it's a couple of thousands year later. Will you be able to read the ancient texts?

"I know how to read it and some translations," she said shyly.

"Well, I have a lexicon… here," he found a very thick book underneath a bunch of others. "Start with things from the Old Kingdom. Look for any information on foreigners or maybe even Gods and write it down so I can compare our findings later."

"Yes, sir," she found herself saying. He just sounded like a teacher and she was used to be respectful to her teachers.

"You can go through that pile," he said and pointed on the pile to her left which seemed to contain eight books.

Hermione quickly lost track of time and was surprised when a House-Elf came in and gave her a chicken salad. She looked up and saw that Voldemort was still deep inside his book and she ate her lunch in silence. He didn't look so scary when he was reading. Although he still didn't look very human, more like one of the mythological creatures she had read about. Or maybe one of the Egypt Gods with animal head and human body. Right then, Voldemort looked up.

"What?" he asked.

She blushed. "Nothing… I was just… Aren't you going to eat something?"

He arched an eyebrow and looked at her closely for a moment before he answered. "No, I don't need food."

"You don't? Don't you need anything to keep that body going?" she asked.

"Just liquor," he replied. "What have you found?"

She handed him her notes. "Not much. There may be something, but I won't be sure until I have found other sources."

Voldemort sighed as he read through her notes. "I didn't expect us to find anything today anyway. We will continue until dinner."

She nodded, finished her dish and was then thrown back into the world of ancient Egypt. Her eyes were aching when they were interrupted by Snape who came to tell them dinner was served. Voldemort took her notes and let her leave. Apparently he didn't join his Death Eaters for dinner.

When she came out to the kitchen, she saw that Remus had a shower and new clothes, a sand coloured t-shirt and black trousers that suited him very well. As they ate, Remus told her about everything they had found that would make a dig so much simpler. You just couldn't use much magic for the risk of destroying artefacts.

Snape disappeared quietly from the table and into the library and Remus excused himself for a visit to the bathroom. That left Hermione alone with Malfoy.

"You could use a shower, Miss Granger," Malfoy remarked. "Come, I left the hair products in my room."

Silently she followed the blond man to his room. She had expected two ordinary bottles, but instead she got a whole basket with different products. She had no idea what half of the things were, but Lucius was more than happy to explain to her how to use it in a very patronising voice.

She was happy when she finally left the room and could take a shower. It took almost half an hour longer than usual to use all the products, but she was pleasantly surprised when she realised she could actually move the comb through her hair. Wrapped in a towel, she went back to Malfoy's room. He had said he would show her the clothes there.

"Much better," Malfoy remarked when he saw her hair.

Hermione held her towel tightly against her body. She liked to be able to handle her hair, but she wasn't sure she liked how Malfoy was looking at her now. Like she was a doll he could play with or something.

He went over to the bed and looked at the different bags there. "I have to tell you that I enjoyed shopping for you, Granger. Of course, if the situation was different, I would never have bought clothes to a Mudblood."

"Lucky me," she replied dryly.

Malfoy didn't seem to pick up on her sarcasm. "Yes, indeed. I have the most excellent taste."

Hermione held back a snort.

He picked up a bag and handed it to her. "Put on these pair of underwear and come back out here. I want to make sure the clothes fit perfectly."

Not really wanting to come back out here half-naked, but not seeing another option, she took the bag and went into her room. She put the towel on the bed and picked up the content of the bag.

She cursed Malfoy's very existence.

Hermione had never bothered to buy sexy underwear because she favoured the soft and comfortable kind. She did own a pair of thongs that she had needed on a special occasions under a very nice, but tight, dress. However, now was not a special occasion and she wondered if Malfoy was trying to embarrass her like his son had spent the last six years doing.

The knickers were made of some green silk-like material and when she put it on, it barely covered anything. The bra was better but a little too small so her breasts were pushed against each other. Did Malfoy really expect her to walk into his room in this?

There was a knock on her door. "Do you need any assistance, Miss Granger?"

Clearly he was serious. Merlin, what should she do? Except her parents and maybe some other girls in a dressing room, no one had seen her naked before. This was hardly any better and she didn't trust Malfoy for one second. What if he laughed at her? Sure, she shouldn't care what he thought, but like any other girl, Hermione didn't want to think she was unattractive. Not that she wanted Malfoy to be attracted to her!

The door opened. Hermione froze. Malfoy leaned against the doorframe with a smirk. Hermione prepared for the worst. He would laugh at her, he would tell her what an ugly Mudblood she was and it was not strange that she buried herself in books all day…

"Well, I see why Draco is so smitten by you," came his remark.

Hermione stared at him. Then stared a little more. "Excuse me?"

"Draco is constantly talking about you at home and if I'm not mistakes, he is teasing you a lot in school. I'm merely saying that I understand him," Malfoy said, his eyes lingering a bit too long at her chest.

She crossed her arms. "Then you can tell him that I would have been more grateful if he left me alone."

Malfoy chuckled and beckoned for her to follow him. "Well, I don't think you have to worry about my son right now. It will be a long time until you see him, or anyone else besides us, again."

Hermione stopped in her tracks and swallowed, a wave of homesickness going through her. She had been so busy today that she had almost forgotten that she had been kidnapped. Even if they found Atlantis, who said Voldemort would just let her leave? It was more likely he wouldn't let her leave to spill his secrets.

"Come along, Granger," Malfoy said and she was ripped away from her thoughts. He was holding out a dark brown halter style dress.

Thankful to get some cloths on, she pulled the dress over her head and let Malfoy help her zip it up at the back. He placed his hands at her hips and moved her to the mirror. It made Hermione fell very uncomfortable to have him so close, but when she saw herself in the mirror she forgot about that. She looked really pretty and feminine. The colour of the dress was the same as her eyes and it hugged her upper body and then turned into a quite wide skirt that ended at her knees.

"How exquisite," Malfoy purred into her ear. His hands moved from her hips and to her stomach than one continued up to her breast as the other went down to her leg. "I've turned a hag into a succubus."

Hermione didn't know what she found more offensive; that he took credit for how she looked (even if he had helped) or that he thought she had looked like a hag. However, she felt like it was time to end his intimate touching.

"Yes, Mr Malfoy, thank you for the clothes and hair products," she said properly and broke free from his arms and turned away from the mirror so she could watch him fully. "It was very kind of you."

"Kind?" he asked with an arched eyebrow and raised a hand to stroke her cheek. "My dear, I merely wanted something pretty to look at while I'm staying at this dreadful place. And… there are other ways for you to show your gratitude." His fingers moved from her cheek down her arm.

Hermione smiled nervously, could he really mean what she thought he was meaning? But he was married and had a son her age! And he was a Death Eaters and she was a Mudblood.

"I'm very grateful, Mr Malfoy," she said and danced away from his reach. "But I think it's better if we keep this purely professional."

She went backwards against the door. When she felt the handle behind her, she turned around to open in, but found herself smashed against the door. She hadn't even heard him move and now he was pressed against her. His hand came up to her hair and he turned her head forcefully so her ear was right next to his mouth.

"You seem to be under the appearance that you are here as a guest, Miss Granger," he purred into her ear. "Trust me, you are not. Who do you think would interfere if I decided to fuck you right now?"

Hermione was frozen in terror. He was right, Remus would probably have something to say about it, but he was a prisoner just like herself. Merlin, she didn't want this to happen. No, she wouldn't let it happen! She pushed him away forcefully and opened the door. Malfoy laughed behind her.

"Don't touch me again," she hissed back at him and slammed the door in his face. She raced down the stairs and out the open glass door. She saw Remus down on the beach, but walked by the side of the house, around the corner and sat down against the house wall. There she began to cry. If she had hated Malfoy before, it was nothing against how he hated him now. How would she be able to sleep knowing that he was on the other side of the door? What if he tried to sneak in? Like he had said, who would care if he raped her?

She had never felt this vulnerable before.

"Miss Granger?"

She looked up and saw Lord Voldemort standing right next to her. She winced, what would he do now? Punish her for not doing what Malfoy wanted?

"Show me what happened," he ordered and kneeled next to her.

Before Hermione had the time to protest, he made his way into her mind and was seeing what had happened; from the underwear until she came out here. When she could see clearly again, Voldemort looked furious.

"Get up," he hissed.

Hermione didn't dare anything else. Merlin, she didn't want to be tortured.

Voldemort scowled at her. "Stop looking like a scared rabbit, I'm not angry with you."

"But…" She didn't know what to say.

"You aren't here as a common whore, Miss Granger," Voldemort growled. "Lucius knows that. If he wants a cunt so badly, he knows where to go."

Hermione gaped at him, still speechless.

He grabbed her upper arm and dragged her into the house again. Malfoy and Snape were playing card by the kitchen table and Remus had a towel over his shoulder and was standing by the sink with a glass of water. All three of them stopped their movements when they saw the angry Dark Lord and the red eyed Hermione.

"Listen carefully, because I'll only say this once," Voldemort growled. "This girl is not for your pleasure. She is here to assist me and only me. The next time I find out anyone has touched her, I'll not be so kind."

Then he let go of Hermione who took a step away from him. Voldemort cast a last angry glare at them before he disappeared up the stairs. Hermione didn't know what to do so she stared down at her feet.

"What did you do?" Snape asked Malfoy in a tired voice.

"Can you blame me?" Malfoy asked. Hermione looked up and saw that he was gesturing at her body. She sent him a deadly glare.

Remus seemed a little taken aback by her appearance as well. But he scowled at Malfoy as well and went up to her and took her outside. Hermione was thankful not having to spend more time with Lucius and let Remus lead her down to the beach. The sun was about to set and it was starting to get chilly. Remus spread out his towel on the sand and bid her to sit next to him.

"What happened?" Remus asked in a kind voice.

"Malfoy felt like I should be grateful for the clothes," Hermione answered with a sigh.

"I was afraid that would happen," Remus said sadly.

Hermione frowned. "Why?"

"One young woman alone with four men? I thought it was only a matter of time before one of them decided that you could be useful for something more than books," Remus said with a blush. "And now… well, Malfoy may be a bastard but he knows how to make someone look at her best. You are very beautiful Hermione."

Hermione blushed too. "I thought so too, but Malfoy ruined it."

Remus grabbed her shoulder in a rather passionate way. "Never let anyone think you aren't beautiful, because you are, and not just on the outside. I have always admired your ambition and brains." He was shaking her a little and when he realised it, he quickly removed his hand. "Sorry."

She was a little taken aback by his eagerness, but flattered. "It's okay. Thank you, Remus."

Remus smiled shyly and looked out over the water. "I have to warn you."

"About what?" she asked, surprised over his sudden seriousness.

"I never thought I would have too because I have always seen you more as a child than a woman." He gave her an apologetic look. "But seeing you tonight… I noticed your smell. I couldn't help it." He hid his face in his hands.

Hermione frowned. "Do you mean I smell bad?"

"No!" He looked up. "No, not at all. The opposite. Don't you remember how werewolves find mates?"

Hermione became a little pale. "By smell."

He nodded. "Right now, I still see you as a friend. Just a friend. But when the full moon comes next week, considering that you are the only female… I may want to… mate with you." He looked like a lost puppy. "I'm sorry."

Hermione felt sorry for her friend and placed an arm around him. "No, I understand. I'll understand if you start act strangely. Thank you for telling me."

Remus hugged her back. "It may be better than usual. Snape has promised to make the Wolfsbane Potion to me. It gives me more control over my emotions." They withdrew from each other. "I just felt like you should know."

Hermione nodded seriously. "Yes, of course. Don't worry about it, Remus." She wasn't worried that Remus would try to do what Malfoy had done, she was more concerned about what her smell could do to him once the full moon came. She didn't want him to suffer.

"Do you think the others have found out I'm missing?" she asked and leaned her head against his shoulder for comfort.

"How long did it take for you to find out I was missing?" he asked.

She thought about it. "I think McGonagall told me the day after. I was invited to the Order meeting. They didn't know why they had taken you."

"Then I think they all know you are missing as well by now," Remus said softly. "But don't worry about them, Hermione. Just make sure to keep your head down and do what Voldemort asks you."

Hermione looked up at him. "You are planning something, aren't you?"

Remus smiled mysteriously. "I just think it will be best if you make sure they have no reason to suspect you for anything."

She decided it was best not to ask anything else and a couple of minutes later, it was getting too cold outside and they walked in again. Hermione took a book from the library, deciding she would be better off in her own room for the rest of the evening. Although, that would mean having to go through either Voldemort's or Malfoy's bedroom. Since Voldemort hadn't really done anything to harm her, she chose to knock on his door. It only took him seconds to open it.

"Just passing through," she said nervously.

Voldemort stepped away from the door and let her in. She was surprise to find a room very similar to hers. Malfoy and Snape had already got their own style on their room, but Voldemort's was very Spartan. A single bed with white covers was in one corner and in the other there was a desk. No windows, the light came from a lamp at the desk.

He closed the door behind her and she had only taken two steps toward the door leading to her room when he said her name. She turned around and looked at him curiously.

"When I said that no one was to touch you, I meant the werewolf too," he said coldly. "Not even if you want it."

Hermione frowned. "Did you hear what he said about smelling me?"

Voldemort tilted his head. "No, but I saw how he looked at you. But as I said, you are not here as a whore, Miss Granger. I want your mind focused on the books."

"It is," she replied, insulted that he would really think she wouldn't take a project, any project, seriously.

"Just as long as we are clear," Voldemort said and went back to his desk. "I'll be leaving this room in perhaps half-an-hour. You can use it as a pass way for the rest of the night. Although, don't even consider trying to sneak away."

"I won't. Good night, sir." Once again that 'sir' slinked out. She just couldn't help it! He wasn't scary anymore, just someone you didn't want to be on the wrong foot with. Like a teacher.

"Good night, Miss Granger."
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