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Heart of A Snake	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 13692 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Redshadow43, thanks for being an amazing beta! All of your reviews and follows are so encouraging and I really appreciate them!
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Chapter 29
Tom was fast asleep when Hermione opened her eyes. She would never get over how handsome he was, or how happy he made her feel. Now that she was starting to recover from the flu, she just wanted to feel this man.
She wanted to be with him, always, in every possible way. The muscles in her stomach contracted at the very thought. She grinned when his eyes fluttered open, and she kissed him on the lips as she scooted closer.
"I don't think I'll ever tire of waking up next to you every morning, Hermione," Tom murmured as he passionately returned her kiss,
"I feel the same way, Tom," she answered, her eyes wide with happiness. "Let's take a bath."
Tom was surprised for a moment, but then he chuckled and rolled off the bed, grabbing her hand to bring her along. "All right," he said.
Before he opened the door, he grabbed Hermione's head and kissed her fiercely. Their tongues swirled around, each battling for dominance. Hermione's heart leapt as she felt her desire grow.
Tom let go of her long enough to fill their tub, and he poured some oils into the water. Hermione inhaled deeply to take in the scent of roses and peonies. It smelled absolutely heavenly.
Finally, Tom turned and took her into his arms, gently kissing her. "You're beautiful," he murmured as he tugged her shirt over her head. He took a step back to drink in the sight of the flesh he'd just uncovered.
Hermione blushed. After all this time, she still felt self-conscious about being naked in from of him in broad daylight. She was sure that was probably an insecurity that many women shared, but it bothered her. How could she be so comfortable with her lover, yet still be so insecure about her body?
"Stop fidgeting, Mione," Tom admonished her. "You are perfect. I love you just the way you are. I love gazing at you."
At these words, Hermione's blush faded away and she smiled. Tom's eyes started to cloud over with his very evident desire. He picked her up and set her into the tub.
The water was warm and inviting, and Hermione's sore muscles began to relax immediately. Tom got into the tub, and positioned Hermione so that she was sitting on top of him in the foamy depths. He pressed his nose into her curls, inhaling her scent deeply.
"I'll never tire of you," he whispered.
Hermione bent and kissed his chest, sliding her fingers eagerly over his abs. He was perfect. His voice was perfect. His body was perfect. She would never tire of him, either. She always wished, in moments like these, that they would get to grow old together.
Tom grabbed the bottle of oil he'd left nearby and massaged some into her shoulders to relax her muscles. Working diligently, he moved down her arms, kneading the flesh. Hermione shivered under his touch. His hands glided over her breasts, and she gasped.
"You like that?" he asked with a smile.
She simply nodded in response.
He rubbed them some more, tugging them gently, and Hermione pressed herself more fully against him, letting sensation take over.
She felt his erection grow firmer, and his hands moved down to her stomach, his long fingers tracing along the sensitive skin. Hermione could feel her heart racing as he moved lower still, circling an even more sensitive spot.
She gasped as what he was doing became more and more pleasurable. She bucked her hips against his hand and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she cried out with wanton desire. "Yes, Tom! Yes!"
Hermione felt Tom's other hand as he moved to grasp his erection, and she quickly moved it away to take control herself. Leaning forward, she kissed him beneath his ear. Tom's breath hitched as she moved her hand up and down along his hardened flesh.
Tom leaned back his head and closed his eyes, and Hermione took the opportunity to gently take him into her mouth. His eyes jolted open in surprise as he looked down at her. As she moved, Tom tangled his hands into her wild curls and groaned ecstatically. Each time she swirled her tongue around him, he groaned even more.
Inwardly, Hermione smiled. She loved knowing she had such an effect on him. Until she had met Tom, she had never known giving oral pleasure could feel as good as it did. Her tongue danced around him as she alternated between sucking and biting.
Tom's nails dug into her scalp as he hissed in pleasure. "Oh, gods, Mione, I'm going to explode."
Chuckling mirthfully around his member, Hermione worked even harder. She gently grazed him with her teeth, and it sent him right over the edge. He cried out, spilling his seed down her throat. Hermione swallowed it all.
Hermione leaned back to observe her wizard. Tom's eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy. When he looked at her he flashed a grin at her obvious self-satisfaction.
Tom stood and grabbed a green towel, wrapping it firmly around his waist, and then helped Hermione out of the tub. He wrapped her in a second fluffy towel, and she sighed as she snuggled up in its warmth.
"I love you," said Tom as he pulled her close and kissed her on the nose. Then he kissed her hard, his tongue snaking out to explore the depth of her willing mouth. Hermione welcomed him with a sigh of happiness. When he pulled away, Hermione could see in his eyes that he was happy as well.
But then she frowned, and with a voice laced with concern Tom asked, "What's wrong?"
"I feel kind of dizzy," she admitted. Apparently she was not completely recovered from the flu she'd had earlier in the week.
Tom nodded, and scooped her into his arms. He carried her back to their bed, and she dropped her towel and crawled under the covers. She didn't mind being naked in bed. She liked the way the silk sheets felt as they caressed her body.
"Get some sleep, Hermione," said Tom as he leaned down to kiss her. Then he turned to go, but she captured his hand in hers.
"Stay with me, just a little bit," she pleaded.
Tom nodded and crawled under the covers with her.
Hermione's thoughts drifted back to her wish that they could be a real family someday, free of all the drama that now surrounded the two of them. It hurt her to know that she could lose Tom. She didn't ever want to lose him. She frowned, and a few tears leaked from her eyes.
As Tom watched he could practically hear the cogs of Hermione's mind turning. He loved her. He really did. And he absolutely gated to see her so upset. He tried to enter her mind, but her shields were up. Smiling, he remembered when they first met. She had been such a fierce lioness, and he had been deeply impressed by her skills in Occlumency and magic.
When he heard her sigh, he looked down and noticed she was almost asleep, but something was bothering her. "Hermione, please tell me what's wrong," he asked. He couldn't fix it if he didn't know what was broken.
"Do you ever regret rising to power the way you did?" she asked sleepily. "Do you regret the choices you made?"
Tom's jaw dropped in shock. He closed his eyes, angry. But that anger soon turned to sadness. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and noticed she had fallen asleep. He leaned down and kissed her temple, then stood quickly as his conflicting emotions assailed him with merciless persistence.
"I didn't," he whispered as his hand touched the doorknob. "Not until I met you."
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