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Year's Wheel: Dark God	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 10280 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Choice
- 2-The Ritual
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She stood in the room the Malfoys had provided her and tried to feel a cold detachment as Draco, freaking Malfoy, slowly painted black runes on her naked form. It seemed to her he was standing much too close and was taking much too long in the little project. He was enjoying his job way too much for her comfort.
He was standing so close she could feel his breath brushing against her breasts. The only thing that was keeping her from punching him was the knowledge she would get to stab him that night. He would be playing the Sun God tonight, which meant she would get to draw blood with the sacred blade that would put him to sleep for the rest of the night.
“You know many queens of the past kept lovers,” Draco said making her flinch at the sound of his voice. “Especially ones married to older kings.” He added making her frown in wonder why he wished to give her a history lesson at that moment.
“And?” She asked before his words clicked into place in her head. “Not a chance Malfoy.”
She added when she fully understood what he was implying. “You really can’t want to have intercourse with me more than you enjoy living.” She added as she thought about what the Dark Lord would do to any lover she would ever actually consider. “I don’t know what he has told you but your Lord has no plans to share his bride.”
“You two have only been together a year, give it time.” He said seeming happy. “I can be patient.” He added as he moved around her form in a slow process.
She wasn’t about to tell him that Voldemort made it impossible for her to be able to enjoy another man’s touch, it was none of his business.
“If I were to take a lover, do you really think it would be you?” She asked instead wishing for this time to go by as quickly as possible.
“You options are somewhat limited.” He said as he stood to stretch and moved around to her back. “The way I see it the only ones I could consider real rivals for your attention when the time comes are on the wrong side of this. And I'm pretty sure you were attracted to me that night in the grove.” He reminded her of their kiss.
“I was high.” She countered only feeling slightly better with him breathing down her back instead of her front.
“True.” He conceded. “But I can’t imagine you’ve ever kissed Potter like that.”
“Not Harry, no.” She agreed as her thoughts drifted to how she had hurt Ron. She was lost enough in her thoughts she didn’t notice when Malfoy stilled behind her.
“Not Potter?” He asked after a moment standing again and coming around to look her in the eyes. “But someone? Besides our Lord?” He asked with an almost accusing air. He frowned at her like he had any sort, of claim on her.
She narrowed her eyes at him and stood her ground. “That isn’t any of your business.” She told him as she poked him in the chest.
“Who?” He asked seeming somewhat irritated as if she had personally cheated on him.
“It’s none of your business Malfoy; you have no rights to me.” She snapped as she took a step forward and poked him again. “Are you quite done?” She asked before trying to look at her back. She did not wish to continue this conversation with him.
“The Dark Lord gave me second rights to you at the Harvest celebration if you remember.” He argued before shaking his head. “Don’t turn like that; you’ll mess up my work.” He said as he moved back around her.
“Will you just finish already?” She asked standing straight and resisting the urge to cross her arms over her breasts. “The Dark Lord has no right to give anyone second rights to anything.” She added after a moment. “And you should remember that I’m not just one of his minions that is going to do whatever he wants blindly.”
“So why won’t you tell me who you’ve kissed?” Malfoy said as he went back to his work. He was apparently trying to keep his tone under control now.
“Because I told you it is none of your business who I kiss.”
“But the Dark Lord knows? I mean you can’t deny it is his business.” He said as she felt his small brush strokes down her back.
“The Dark Lord knows.” She said as her fingers went to her necklace. “He also knows I broke it off.”
“You can’t be talking about Weasley?” Malfoy asked suddenly sounding as if he couldn’t decide between amusement and anger. “You fucking kissed Weasley?”
She narrowed her eyes at the mocking tone of his voice. “I’ve done a lot more than kiss Ron.” She finally admitted.
Before the blonde could say any more, the door opened, and Snape looked on with a detached expression.
“I’ve been sent to fetch Miss Granger for the ritual. You’re expected down by the bonfire Draco.”
“I’m almost done,” Malfoy said as he seemed to move faster now that he had another witness to his work.
Hermione looked over at her old teacher noting that his eyes stayed firmly away from her form. She remembered the way he had looked at her before he had known who she was and wondered if he felt awkward about it now.
“Do hurry; I'm told these things must happen at the proper time,” Snape said sneering as she watched him. After a moment more the older man walked over to the table holding the potions she would be expected to drink that evening and put them in his pocket.
“Wh-” She started with a frown.
“I’m told you won’t need them until we are down by the back hall. Something about correct timing,” he said as if he knew nothing about what would happen to her that night. Maybe he really didn’t know what went on at these ancient rites.
“You serve him so well; I don’t see why he couldn’t do the same for you that he did to me.” She said as she shook her head thinking of ridiculous the whole blood purity beliefs were. What was really so different about her now?
“Done,” Malfoy said finally, and she felt a brush of air pass over her as she magically tried the runes. “I think we have a robe you can wear to walk down in.” He added and moved away to the wardrobe.
“It is something I may ask him about when the time is right,” Snape answered bringing her attention back to him.
The younger man held a black satin robe open for her to slip on and she was grateful she wouldn’t have to walk through the house completely naked.
When they got down to where the line of participants started by the backdoor Malfoy rushed ahead and Snape held a potion out to her. Out of habit she sniffed it before drinking and knew it was the childless potion. Hermione wondered then if Voldemort would want her to have his child once he… She shook away the thought before it could fully form as the older man held the second bottle out to her.
She remembered hoe Narcissa has not let her smell this one last year and had held it to her lips to force her to drink. This time she sniffed it, and it didn’t smell like anything at all. She frowned but drank it away as everyone was looking at her.
“Are you here willingly Miss Granger?” Snape asked pulling her away from the others and putting himself between her and them.
“I tried not to come. Malfoy threatened the muggles in the coffee shop.” She said frowning as she licked her lips, the potion hadn’t tasted like anything either. “Why did you give me veritaserum?”
“Would you run if you had the chance?” He asked lowly as his eyes bore down into her own.
“I can’t so it doesn’t matter.” She said as her hand moved to the pendant. “No matter where I go he can find me now. It is safer for everyone if I stay.”
Snape’s eyes shifted to the pendant and then back down into her eyes. “Of course. I think I may have given you the wrong potion Miss Granger.” He said holding out the third bottle. “They shouldn’t react.”
“You’re a bastard.” She said frowning as she knew he had given her the potion on purpose, she just couldn’t understand why. Was he protecting the Dark Lord from her or something?
“I assume you; my parents were married.” He said as he opened the bottle himself since she wasn’t taking it.
She snatched it from him and frowned to herself as she caught the unmistakable scent of Voldemort. She told herself it only smells that way because it was keyed it him, but if she was honest, she had no way to be sure. She drank it down knowing there was no running at this point but threw the empty bottle to the ground so it would shatter. At least she would get to break something.
The tingling on her tongue made a shiver go through her. She felt her magic curl inside of her, excited as it knew what was about to happen. She didn’t know who handed her the crystal blade, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit glassy-eyed as she listened to Draco chant as his father had the year before.
The bonfire felt good in the cold night air. She somehow felt at home out among these stranger, and she wondered if that was her magic or something different about the potion.
When it came time to cut Draco across the chest, she smiled at him before making the cut just a bit deeper than she needed to. He bore the pain well before his eyes drifted closed and he fell like a sack on the spot.
She turned away from Malfoy and clutched the blade more firmly in her hand. She was ready for the effects of the potion this year and wondered how angry Voldemort would be if she could actually get herself to cut him.
But when he made his way into the circle her body sang for her to do very different things to him. She found herself on her knees looking up at him as he body trembled for contact.
He started chanting the old chants, claiming her as his until the sun god rose once more. Her hands were shaking by the time he brushed his fingers against her uplifted chin. She only realized she still held the knife as he helped her to her feet and took it from her hand.
“Nice try my sweet.” He said keeping eye contact as other came and removed their clothes. This time she pressed herself against him wanting to take as much contact as she could. She had none of the fears or inhibitions of the previous year to hold her back.
He led her like before to sit on his legs as he took a seat on his robe fanned out on the ground. She straddled his legs without much guidance, this time facing him instead of the crowd.
“Am I going to have to punish you tonight?” Voldemort asked softly as his fingers played up and down her sides.
“You made me this. I’m just enjoying it.” She told him as she let her hands settle on his shoulders. “Why...” She started as her sex ground against his covered cock. “Why make me take lust potion?” She asked as she tried to keep her control. She could feel her magic wanting to be released entirely, wanting to mix with his as it had last year. It was wilder now, and stronger and it wanted him in the most physical way.
“Because I enjoy that look in your eyes.” He told her softly. “The how free you are when you are under the influence.”
“Then why tease me?” She asked as she tried to find the opening to the pants he was still wearing. Her fingers fumbled as her need made her clumsy.
“I thought you didn’t want our magic to be bound forever by the darkness we share.” He said only teasing her more and apparently enjoying her frustration.
“Please.” She whimpered knowing deep inside of her he was the only one who could settle the need inside of her.
He leaned in so she could feel his lips brush her ear as he spoke. “You still beg so prettily, how could I ever deny you?” He asked as one of his hands curled around to grasp her hair by the roots.
She surrendered herself to the kiss before she even understood his lips were on hers. This is what she wanted, this is what her whole body wanted, and she wasn’t about to deny it anything when it felt so delicious.
She wasn’t clear on how he freed himself with her still on top of him, but she didn’t care much, after feeling his first thrust. Her head tilted back, and she screamed in pure white ecstasy as she joined with the object of her lust, and her magic connected to his darkness in new beautiful harmonies.
She moved on her own against him shifting her hips to give them the most pleasure while their power built into one unified storm.
“Yes.” He moaned under her as they locked eyes once more. “With fire in your eyes, you are the goddess that deserves me.” He growled, and she could feel the true compliment in his word were meant to be. “Come with me my darling, and we will burn the world.”
“Yes!” She moaned, too far lost in her own rapture to care about anything but the way he felt inside of her. She nearly blacked out as the pleasure became overwhelming much with her climax, but she grasped onto consciousness as she wanted to stay apart of the waking world for as long as she could. She wanted to feel their power mingle and connect.
With her orgasm, her mind cleared of the lust potion, but not of her need for him or his magic. She was one with him, and they swam in pitch black darkness. He rolled them so he could pin her to the grass under them without missing a thrust.
“Please harder!” She begged as she looked up into the pools of the void that were his eyes. “Harder!” She told him as he complied readily with her request.
“Always my dear, always for you.” He told her, and she could feel as he was near his release. His hands held her hips with bruising force as he took her in a violent act of lust and power. She screamed again as this time they climaxed together, and she felt for a moment as if she would be swallowed whole by their magic.
After her second peak in so many minutes, the world around them started to come back to her senses. They were, in fact, surrounded by darkness, but for the first time, she could hear the frightened voices.
She blinked up at her lover, only just grasping on to consciousness. He smiled down at her and leaned in to brush his lips against hers.
“I like your real face better.” She told him when he pulled back.
“Patents. Once we are alone my dear.”
“Is this us?” She asked realizing he was the only thing she could see clearly through the shadow.
Voldemort smirked down at her as he too looked around. “Yes.” He agreed with a nod. “And the sheep are frightened, can’t you hear them?” He asked delighting in his followers fear.
“Yes.” She nodded on the verge of blacking out from the intensity of their joining and the magic that accompanied it. “We should…” She started as she worked to focus on him. “... do something.”
“Don’t worry my sweet.” He said kissing her gently before pulling away from her and leaving her cold and alone.
He disappeared into the darkness as she worked to sit up. It was a mistake though, as she got light headed and immediately had to put her head between her knees so she wouldn’t black out. She was curled into a ball when she felt the satin material of her robe drop over her shoulders.
“Can you walk?” He asked sounding so steady as she shook like a leaf.
“No.” She had to admit because she didn’t think she could move at all.
“It's time to let go before you hurt yourself.” He ordered as she felt the warmth of his body next to her.
“What about the darkness?” She asked as she let herself lean against him, the feel of him anchored her to the world.
“It will fade once we leave the area.” He explained distractedly.
“Are you sure?” Hermione pressed drawing his frown back to her.
“Your body and mind need rest my dear, let me handle it while you let yourself just relax.” He said sounding a bit worried.
“Why do you look so healthy still?” She protested feeling it was unfair that he looked ready to run a marathon and she felt like a limp ragdoll relying on him to keep her upright.
“I’ve had a lot more practice at this, you’ll learn in time. But for now you will let yourself sleep, or I will force you to sleep.” He made a dark promise, and she thought she saw concern for her well being in his expression but decided she must be hallucinating it.
“Fine.” She said, but only because she didn’t know how much longer she could stay awake by pure force of will.
The last thing she heard before blacking out in his arms was a dark chuckle against her ear.
It only seemed like a moment before she came to, but it must have been longer because she was laying in a soft bed and she could feel that Voldemort was short ways from her. When she opened her eyes, she saw the ceiling of a room she didn’t recognize. The room smelt of fresh cleaning supplies and a something organic she couldn’t exactly place.
She was happy to find sitting up did not take the wind out of her as it had before, but she could still feel him more acutely than ever. She wondered if he would even need the necklace to track her after tonight.
“Where are we?” She asked as she found he was sitting in a chair next to a lit fireplace. The room had a homey feel that she hadn’t gotten from the Malfoy Manor. This place was filled with warm colors and wood instead of stone.
She frowned as she looked between them for a moment and wondered where he had put the robe she had slipped into before passing out. He was nearly fully dressed in one of his usual black robes, but she was completely exposed.
“Home.” He answered as he looked back at her, his normal snake-like face back in place. “I’ve had it cleaned and restored recently.
“The Riddle house?” She guessed because it was the only place she could think he had any connection to besides Hogwarts itself.
“Correct, as always, my dear.” He said seeming amused. “I’ve had a room made up for you to use after tonight. You realize I’m not letting you go back to the boy now. Not after my minions and soon the world will know the truth.”
“Malfoy must have told you I wasn’t with Harry when he found me.” She said moving to the end of the bed and kneeling so she could watch him. “But do you think you can keep me, prisoner, here?”
He took in a slow breath without answering her. She watched as he got to his feet and moved towards her in an unhurried way. “I think I won’t have to keep your prisoner. I think…” He started his fingers reaching out to brush down her neck. “I think you are smart enough to know where you belong.”
She looked up into his eyes and licked her lips as she formed a response in her mind. “I never actually agreed to marry you. You tricked me with this necklace, but it's only a symbol. You never actually asked.” She said as she played with the pendant around her neck.
“Still going to try and deny me my sweet?” He asked as a smirk formed on his lipless face. “Are you going to try and deny the fact that you want to be mine?”
She looked up at him, her expression innocent for a moment as she pondered the answer to his question. “You have to know my feelings for you are very…” She looked down as she tried to decide on the right word. “...conflicting.”
“I know you will never follow me blindly.” He agreed as he lifted her chin so he could look into her yellow eyes once more. “So I must wonder why you follow the boy and the old man so blindly?”
Her jaw clenched, and she shook her head. “This is not a conversation I want to have with you.” She said as she pulled out of his reach. “You’re just trying to distract me from my original point.”
“You had a point?” He asked smiling at the fact that she did not move further.
“Yes, I had a point. My point is that you haven’t asked me. We made a deal that I would wear the necklace, but you never told me what it meant. I haven’t agreed to marry you, and you just think it is a foregone conclusion. You can’t bully me like you do the Malfoys and your other worshipers.”
“Are you trying to say you don’t worship me, my dear?” He asked leaning over her in such a way that she was forced to lean back.
“Would you want me if I did?” She asked as she tried to ignore her racing heart. Her magic reached out to his like a cat enjoying the light of the sun. It felt so good to be this close to him, and unbidden her body started to come alive with desire. She didn’t even think he was doing it purposefully just then.
“No.” He agreed rested his hands on either side of her knees and maneuvering her to lean back while she was still kneeling.
It was a somewhat uncomfortable position, but she couldn’t think of a graceful way out up it so she just looked back into his eyes and pursed her lips. “Last time I checked marriage required consent of both parties.” She said determined to ignore her body’s need to press back against him.
“You gave your consent when you put on the necklace, my dear. It is not my fault you did so without…”
“I asked you what it did.” She snapped interrupting him as her fury spiked. “You left some things out.”
His smirk faltered for a moment before his eyes lit back with amusement. “I enjoy the way you say ‘things.' I enjoy that you're smart enough to know when you don’t know something.”
“Have you ever heard of informed consent, because it is the only kind of consent that really matters.” She said as she tried to push his shoulders back with her hands. The position was getting painful already.
She could feel him as if he wasn’t wearing a robe at all, her connection to him only heightened. Even with eth fabric in the way she couldn’t help her body's automatic response to tighten around her core and feel the miserable emptiness there.
The change showed him as well. “I don’t think sex is ever going to be an issue with us my sweat, not when it means so much power.”
“Let me up!” She gasped pushing against him harder, though it may have only been the cramp in her joints that was keeping her from devouring him.
He pulled back then to give her room to get up off the bed. When the contact lost, she pulled away from him entirely and worked to put a little distance. “I’m not marrying you.” She said once she had caught her breath.
“In fact, we will be getting married on the next night of power. Yule is always a good time to start anew and strengthen a bond.” He told her still seeming slightly amused.
“You have nothing to hold over me to make me do it.” Hermione pointed out as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I only agreed to wear the necklace.” She added because she was sure he would return to the dumb idea that, that had meant consent.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched her with a sigh as if she was being unreasonable. “I don’t ask for what I want my dear; I take what I want. I am quite sure it is part of what you enjoy about me.”
“And I am not so easy to take.” She countered. “Which I am quite sure is a part of what you enjoy about me.” She said using his words against him.
“Oh? You don’t think you would bend to me right now if I wanted you to my sweet?” He asked, and she definitely heard the warning signs in his tone.
“That is not what I am talking about.” She said quickly. “But it seems you want more than the pleasure we have been sharing over the last year.” She said turning her back, so she didn’t have to see the predatory look that was forming in his eyes.
“You won’t let yourself enjoy tonight until we have this mess out of the way will you?” He asked with an overdramatic sigh. “We could be lost in the truly intoxicating pleasure of each other's bodies at this very moment if you just let yourself go.”
She licked her lips before turning back to face him. “Or you could show me to my room. I think I’m still tired.” She said changing tactics.
He struck like a snake, moving towards in what seemed like an instant she found her back pressed against a bookshelf filled with heavy tombs.
“By right of the Dark God, you belong to me tonight.” He hissed as he pressed his body harder against hers.
Her breath caught, and she ultimately lost the talent for thinking as her brain filled with the shared dark power of the night. She needed to be closer to him, why on earth was he wearing so much clothing? When he leaned down to capture her mouth with his own, she could feel the magic actually breath between them.
She heard the most pitiful whimper, and it took a full moment before she realized she was the one making the sound. Her hands moved to try and push him away again, but she couldn’t quite remember why she ever wanted to drive him away.
When he pulled back from the kiss his lips trailed down her jaw and neck, her body responded happily arching against his every attention as her mind stayed in the thoughtless bliss of his touch.
“Much better.” He purred pulling her from the haze for a moment before the feel of his tongue against her neck sent her into clear oblivion once more.
“More.” She found herself moaning. She wanted him inside her, she needed to be closer to him, and the rough feel of his robe was just starting to piss her off. It wasn’t really a planned thought as the fabric turned to ash against him. She was only glad to be able to push herself more thoroughly against his form. “More!” She gasped demanding as she heard him hiss before he jerked away.
“Careful my dear.” He said sounding slightly annoyed.
She blinked as they broke contact and her brain started to, slowly work once more. She looked at the black smudges on his pale skin and saw a few spots of pink where the robe must have actually burn him.
“I did that?” She asked still trying to catch up after lost so thoroughly the fog of pleasure.
“You did.” Voldemort agreed as he pulled his wand so he could heal himself. “You could have just asked.” He added wryly as he seemed amused once again.
“That's all I was saying. I want to be asked.” She said seeing if she could pull him back to their earlier conversation.
“You want me to ask you to marry me? Down one knee and all of that?” He asked turning it into a joke. “That isn’t exactly my style my dear.” He pointed out.
“Than give me something to make it worth my while. Promise not to kill Ron.” As soon as the words were passed her lips and realized she had been considering them somewhere deep in her mind all night, but they still surprised her. “Deals seem to be your style after all.”
“Is his safety really worth giving up the last little line of resistance you have against me my sweet? As far as I can tell the only thing the boy is good for is hanging onto the coattails of those more powerful than himself. Why do you even care?”
“He’s my friend too, and I do love him as much as Harry.” She said frowning as she knew it would be hard for this man to understand anything like love or loyalty.
“Fine. When I catch him, I will keep him alive until you don’t care any longer.” He said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “You have my word.”
“I’ll need more than your word.” She countered looking around for a way to get further away from him before he realized how much power he had to end this conversation if he just moved closer.
“Another time my sweet, I want to enjoy you now, and traditionally we shouldn’t be disturbed for the rest of tonight.” He said as he reached out and touched her face.
Her skin sang with the siren song of his magic, but she was ready for it this time, so she gasped but kept her head.
“I’m always going to care about my friends.” She warned him as his hand moved around to the back of her neck.
“I’m counting on that, just a little.” He told her before pulling her into another mind-blowing kiss.
She didn’t have time to think about his words before she was traveling on the electric power of darkness and lust. She wrapped her leg around his hip as her mouth was much too busy to tell him what she wanted.
Fortunately, he was an intelligent man. His free hand moved over her ass and down her thigh as he worked to angle his already excited member just right to make her scream. He moved both hands to her thighs a moment later so he could lift her and press her hard into the shelf before the first hard thrust joined their bodies together.
Her lips pulled away from his as she screamed herself raw with the passion they shared. The night turned into a blur of hedonistic ecstasy. He took her to the brink of what her body could withstand, and she found she could only beg for more. Never once did she think of herself as a prisoner or subordinate just as what seemed to be the natural other half of him.
It was late enough to be called early when they finally found themselves panting in his luxuriously soft bed next to one another. Even then though they kept some physical connection; his hand on her hip, her leg resting over his. It felt unnatural to be apart.
When Hermione fell into dreams, they were of shadows that embraced and surrounded her, and she felt protected by them. She felt protected by him. Even in her fantasies, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.
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