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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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Gah, sorry, I forgot to update last night. Blaming men in general. Horrible creatures… except Voldemort of course, but then again, he is so much more than just a man… and he is evil, not horrible! Oh, well. One to the update Warning! Some not too graphic smut coming up! Thank you all for reading and reviewing!

Mrequecky: Hehe, I know, Voldemort does know how to make an emergence! He is such a little drama queen! Hehe and I’m glad you don’t mind Aluga being bitchy, but you won’t see her in this chapter! Soon enough, though!

QueenRuby: Actually, I’ve updated twice a week for the past three weeks… and I plan to do it for the final chapters as well! So you won’t have to wait too long! Hehe and I do have a naughty imagination… hope you like the outcome (hee hee…) of it! Glad I could inspire you as well, I’ve heard writer’s blocks can be nasty. Hope you got something done now! Enjoy!

Chapter 24

McGonagall's look was priceless when Voldemort revealed himself. She looked at him in a mixture of horror and disbelief.

"How did you get in here?" she whispered as horror took over.

Voldemort smiled unpleasantly. "You mean Hermione forgot to mention the little fact that I can Apparate to her side immediately, no matter what protection is around her?"

During the time he had waited for them to call for him, he had realised that after he saved her, Hermione wouldn't be safe within the reach of the Order anymore. If he saved her, especially in this intimate way, the Order would realise that she meant more to him than any other Mudblood. It may take McGonagall some time to get over the shock, but then she would talk about this with the rest of the Order and someone would realise it. But there was nothing else to do. The risk of Hermione getting permanent damages was already too big. He couldn't afford the time it would take for McGonagall and Severus to transport her to him.

"But we'll talk more in a little while. Now I'd like some privacy with Miss Granger," he said in a soft voice.

McGonagall gasped. "You mean you will…?"

Voldemort frowned. "Of course. Who else would?"

"I thought… can't you remove that curse from her and let someone else do it? I mean, even Snape…"

Voldemort interrupted her with a chuckle. "My dear, Minerva. The reason I put the curse on Hermione in the first place was because I don't want other men touching her. I've always been quite… jealous for my belongings."

McGonagall was so shocked she sank down on the bed next to Hermione's.

"Severus, will you please make sure Minerva doesn't interrupt us?" Voldemort ordered, then he stepped up to Hermione's bed, pulled the curtains close around the bed and opened his robe. This was not the way he had imagined his reunion with Hermione would be like. Nonetheless, he could always work up an erection for her.

Hermione was tossing and crying, but she calmed down a little when he placed his hand on her chin. She was very hot. He knew that if this continued, her internal organs would begin to boil. But not before she turned forever mad. Oh well, best to get to work. He vanished her nightgown and moved on top of her. Her cunt was slick of arousal and he could smell her clearly. Bending down, he captured a nipple in his mouth. Hermione let out a starlet gasp. Voldemort started to stroke himself with his hand. It just took him two minutes to get ready. He pushed into her cunt. She climaxed instantly, letting out a happy moan. He put his hands on top of her tied ones and stroked her arms and down her chest as he pushed into her.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Hermione hissed and moved her hips against his, working herself to another orgasm.

Voldemort kissed her mouth. Her tongue came, battling with his, then she bit his lower lip as she reached her second orgasm. Her cunt became very tight and he started to speed up. It wouldn't be long now. She was so wet you could clearly hear every time he trusted into her. Voldemort hoped McGonagall was listing. Perhaps the old woman would die of shock and save him the trouble of killing her in the future.

When Hermione climaxed for the third time, Voldemort followed with a groan, empting himself inside her. He landed on top of her, enjoying feeling her beneath him again. This was where she belonged. He kissed the top of her head before he sat up, looking down at her.

Her eyes were open and clear. "Voldemort?" she whispered, uncertain.

He nodded. "Who else?"

She frowned. "I had the most horrible dream…" The she yawned. "I feel strange."

He became a little worried. Had he been too late? "In what way?"

She shuddered. "All shaky and weak… have I been sick?"

"In a way," he answered, searching every part of her body with his magic to find out if there was something wrong. "But you'll be fine. You are only dehydrated. We can fix that."

He poured up a glass of water from a can that was standing on the table next to the bed. Hermione drank thirstily. When she was done, she lay down again, closing her eyes.

"I think I need to sleep," she muttered, but then she opened her eyes again. "You'll be here when I wake up? We need to talk. I want to know what happened."

"Of course, dear. I will not let you out from my sight again for a while." And he meant it. He would especially not leave her alone with the Order again. They would most defiantly hide her away from him.

Once Hermione was asleep, Voldemort cleaned them both with his wand and straightened his robe. He pulled away the curtain and found McGonagall and Severus looking most uncomfortable. He smirked. They had heard everything, then. He put up a silencing spell around Hermione's bed so she wouldn't be disturbed, then transfigured an armchair for himself and sat down. The plan was already clear in his head. Now he just had to get McGonagall to agree.

"Now when that's taken care off," Voldemort said with a soft voice. "Severus, will you tell me what you are doing here? I was under the impression McGonagall hated you?"

Severus let away his surprise by a blink, but then he seemed to understand that Voldemort wanted to secure his place within the Order. "As I've explained before, my Lord, the Headmistress has access to me since I haven't been officially sacked yet; they need my signature to sack me. And when I heard it was Miss Granger who was in trouble, I came."

"Ah, yes," Voldemort said and pressed his fingertips together. "Then I assume you'll wait for me at the headquarters when I come back? By then I will have decided whether to punish you for helping my enemies or for harbouring forbidden feelings for my possession."

Severus bowed sternly. "Of course, my Lord." Then he left through the Floo.

Now McGonagall woke up from her shocked state. "Severus Snape may not be my favourite person, but he only came here to help!"

Voldemort sighed. "Minerva, we are at war with each other. I can't have my minions running amok like that. If you haven't noticed, we have tried to kill each other for decades! If it weren't because of Hermione, I would have killed you tonight. But I still need Hermione and therefore, I still need you for a bit longer."

McGonagall's eyes narrowed. "Why are you interested in her, Riddle? She is an excellent student but otherwise…"

He chuckled. "You know, I will never know why not someone in the Order has seen her true potential. Not that I complain, it worked out very well for me. She is mine now, completely, and nothing you'll do can change that fact. So, I'll be taking her with me once she is fit for travel."

She gasped and flew up from the bed she had been sitting on. "Hermione would never join you!"

"There is where you are wrong," he said with a satisfied grin. "I admit that she will never be a Death Eaters, but she 'joined' me after just a week in my company. Without her, I'd never have got this far so fast."

"What have you done to her?" McGonagall spat, pulling out her wand, pointing it at him.

Voldemort gave her wand a bored look and then made it fly out from her hand with a snap of his fingers. McGonagall looked very surprised.

"I said I wouldn't kill you, Minerva," he reminded her softly. "But I won't let you draw you wand at me. As for what I've done with Hermione… well, you never appreciated the poor girl. It wasn't hard for me to help her uncover her true abilities. She has been very thankful for what I've taught her… very thankful indeed." He gave the old Professor a naughty smile.

McGonagall looked horrified. "You mean you have actually… before this? Riddle, she is a student! She is barely off age! You are old enough to be her grandfather!"

Of all the things she could have complained about, it was the age-difference she chose? Voldemort smacked his lips. "Says the former Head Girl who had a thing for her 81 years older Transfiguration Professor. It must really have angered you when you found out he was homosexual," Voldemort smirked. "I remember you where quite angry when he continued to turn you down."

McGonagall turned red. "I… That still doesn't justify what you are doing! Albus was being a gentleman!"

Voldemort snorted. "Albus wanted a big cock up his arse, and you couldn't give it to him."

"How dare you?" McGonagall was furious. She fisted her hand and meant to punch him. Voldemort grasped her wrist before she reached his face at the same time as he stood up and spun her around, twisting her arm behind her. She let out a hiss of pain.

"Yes I dare," Voldemort spat. "And you can just admit that you are jealous on Hermione for getting what you never got!" He let go of her, pushing her toward the other bed again.

McGonagall turned around, nursing the arm he had hurt. She had tears of anger in her eyes. "I was never attracted by you, Riddle! You just used me in a weak moment and I regret ever allowing you to touch me!"

Voldemort crossed his arms. "So that is what this is about? You are still angry I tricked you into bed? Minerva, that was fifty years ago!"

"Don't flatter yourself, I got over it a long time ago. But I'll not allow you to use Hermione in the same way!" she screamed. Then she seemed surprised over her tone and lowered it. "Believe me, Riddle, I will not let you destroy her as you and your band did with so many other girls."

"Why would I let her be destroyed?" he asked harshly. "I'll keep her for as long as she lives and trust me, I'll not let someone else touch her."

She stared at him hatefully. "What makes you think she wants to stay with you? Do you really think she will let you control her for long?"

"'That is what I wish to discuss with you," he said forcing himself to calm down. "Tonight, someone managed to poison Hermione. I have a good idea about who it was and he will suffer. But I have the feeling he won't be the first one to try to get rid of Hermione. Besides, now when you know the nature of Hermione's and my relationship, I can't let her stay here. You and the Order will no doubt think that you can use her to get to me. I won't let either of that happen. She will return with me and I will protect her. But I know she takes her education very seriously and therefore, she will come here when it's time for her to sit her N.E.W.T:s. However, she will be closely guarded so you won't be able to stop her from returning once the tests are over. Is that clear?"

McGonagall fisted her hands again. "Do you care for her, Riddle?"

"If I did, you'd be the last person I told," he commented dryly.

McGonagall snorted. "Well, it's clear that you are attached to her, why else would you put yourself at the risk by showing up here? And if it was just for sex, you would have grown tired of her by now. I remember what you were like."

Voldemort tilted his head. "Are you sure you aren't jealous?"

She huffed. "Don't be ridiculous, Riddle. You weren't even that good."

"I was sixteen, what did you expect!" he retorted impulsive.

She put her nose in the air and looked down at him in the exact same way she had done fifty years ago, when she had been Head Girl and he just a sixth year prefect. However, he had had the upper hand then as well, knowing about her love for Dumbledore and after Christmas that year, also knowing what she was like in bed. Now he had the upper hand because he was more powerful than she had ever dreamt of being. He would be able to crush her like a bug if he wanted to. That thought made him smile unpleasantly at her, making her lose the superior look.

"No matter what you say, Hermione will be leaving with me," he said in a soft voice. "I just want your word that you will allow her to take the exams once the time comes."

Her eyes narrowed as she thought. "Well, it's not like I can punish Hermione for something you are doing. But I want to talk to her myself before I make my decision." She sank down on the bed.

Voldemort followed her example and sank down in the armchair. The old enemies didn't say one more word to each other as they waited for Hermione to wake up.

xxx

Hermione woke up feeling sick and tired. All she wanted was to turn over and fall asleep again, but when she turned, she realised that she wasn't in her own bed. Opening her eyes, she recognised the hospital wing. What was she doing here? Her eyes fell on an armchair next to her bed. In it sat Voldemort, with his snake-like features on. He was looking away from her and when she followed his gaze, she saw McGonagall sitting on a bed, arms crossed and staring back at Voldemort. When Hermione gasped, they both looked at her direction.

Voldemort rose. "About time you woke up." He came over to her and sat down on the edge of the bed, putting his hand on her forehead. "Your fever seems to be gone." His hand travelled back to her neck and Hermione shivered with pleasure of feeling his hand upon her again. "How do you feel?"

"I'm not sure," she confessed. "What are you doing here? And what…?" She looked at McGonagall, but the disgusted look on the Headmistress face made her silence. Why did McGonagall look at her like that?

"Someone poisoned you," Voldemort replayed softly. "You remember the lust potion the Death Eaters use?"

Her eyes widened as foggy memoires from last night came back to her. Oh, Merlin, she had kissed her professor! She had a vague memory of having sex as well. But it couldn't have been with her professor, Voldemort's curse would have put a stop to that, so then…

"No," she gasped when she realised what must have happened and why McGonagall looked so disgusted. "You fucked me."

"Easiest way to get the sperm inside you," he said with a shrug.

Hermione pressed her hands against her head. "But I told you to go away and leave me alone."

"And you knew as well as I that you wouldn't be able to stay away. Now the circumstances have forced us together. It was just a matter of time. But let's not discuss it here, you'll have to come with me," he said with a low tone.

"What? Why?" she asked in disbelief. Why had her world suddenly turned upside down again? She looked at McGonagall, but the headmistress wouldn't meet her eyes.

"I'm not leaving you here," Voldemort answered, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Now when the Order knows about us, you know as well as I that they will try to use you against me. I won't allow that to happen."

Hermione opened her mouth to retort, annoyed that he was trying to control her, but then remembered McGonagall. She couldn't speak freely around her. She reached for her wand which was lying on the table next to her and cast a silencing charm over them.

"What makes you think I can't defend myself?" she asked, angrily. "Aluga taught me too! And I was even better than you at it. Besides, they don't know I can do it, so if they try to take me against my will, I'll have surprise on my side."

"Oh, please, you would never hurt your so called friends," he scorned. "And now when McGonagall knows about us, how long do you think it will take before the rest of them find out? They won't want you here. What will you do then?"

"Well, what else can I do?" she hissed. "I refuse to let you lock me up in your tower."

"It will only be temporary," he hissed back. "Once you read my translation of the Atlantis books, you'll see that too! But before I put those plans into action, you'll be able to come back to Hogwarts and take your exams."

"You just pointed out that they won't want me around!"

Voldemort rolled his eyes. "McGonagall can't deny you to take your exams. You are off age, you are allowed to leave the school and learn on your own, and then just take your NEWT:s with the same chances as succeeding as anyone else. When that day comes, I'll have come up with a plan to make it impossible for anyone to kidnap or hurt you."

Hermione pressed her lips together as she thought. "Can't I just… go someplace else?"

Voldemort crossed his arms. "Fine, if the thought of staying with me repulses you so much, then you can go where the hell you want to! I don't have time for this! If I knew you hated me this much, I wouldn't have bothered to save your life." He stood, clearly angry.

Hermione grabbed his arm before he managed to leave. "Don't be such a drama queen! I was just thinking. Don't you realise how hard this is for me?"

Before Voldemort had time to reply, McGonagall had stood up and waved their wand, breaking Hermione's silencing spell.

"As amusing it is to watch your soundless argument," she began in a strict tone. "It's now almost nine o'clock. I know Madam Pomfrey will want to get her hospital wing back and I do have work to do. I think it's for the best if the two of you leave."

Hermione was hurt. "You are throwing me out?"

McGonagall eyes narrowed. "Miss Granger, it's quite clear who's side you have chosen. I do hope you realise your mistake before it's too late. I had so high hopes for you."

Her disappointment felt like a thousand knives in Hermione's stomach.

"I'm not a Death Eater," she objected tearfully. "I'm just…" She didn't know what to say.

McGonagall sighed. "I know, but it's quite clear what your feelings for him are. And as long as you continue to feel that way about him, you can not be on our side. I suggest you think this through carefully. What is more important to you; him or us?" She took a few steps toward the door, but then turned toward them again. "But, for what it's worth, you are welcome back here to sit through your exams."

"Thank you," Hermione whispered as the headmistress left the hospital wing.

"Are you ready to go?" Voldemort asked after a little while.

Hermione looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks. It was quite clear she couldn't stay here. There would be too many questions if she went to her parents. There was no way she would be able to go to the Order. Even before this happened, they had said she wasn't welcome. She had no one but Voldemort left. However, she had sworn not to go back to him.

He seemed to be able to read her thoughts. "I'm sorry I killed your friend, Hermione. But once you come back with me and sees what his computers did, you'll realise he didn't die in vain. There are few people who can say their life's work have changed the world, but I think your friend did just that."

He was giving her a lie. Hermione wanted it to be true. She wanted to think that Calvin's death had mattered. But she couldn't.

"You'll have to come up with a better way to apologise," she muttered.

He smirked. "I will think of something. Shall I Apparate us to your room so you can get your things?"

She nodded. McGonagall hadn't said anything about it, but she would need her things if she would study for her exams. Besides, it would be nice to have her own clothes this time around.
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