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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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“Specto Homorphus Memoria” : Latin Specto = See + Latin Homo = man + Greek morphe = shape/form. + Latin Memoria = Memories. See memorized man (shape)!

“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

‘Flashbacks’

Chapter 36 : Riddle About-Face !

Hermione’s brain stirred awake, leaving behind the foggy images from the land of Morpheus. A smile was lifting her lips without her noticing. She never slept this deeply in her life. It was the most recuperative sleep she had in years. Her brain used to be always hectic, thinking of schoolwork, worrying about O.W.L.s, then N.E.W.T.s, and later, after graduating, she did not have time to relax.

Busy with research, helping Harry, fighting against Lord Voldemort, or trying to understand the attitude change towards her, especially the malice of the Weasleys, Dumbledore’s ambiguous and suspicious behavior. She spent her nights tossing and turning, trying to solve the problems that cluttered her mind, and when she used to get some respite it was always short and shallow.

But last night, she slept like a baby. She slept so profoundly; she thought she made up for all those lost slumbering hours. Her smile grew, eyes still closed. She did not feel like moving; basking in the comforting way the soft mattress underneath was cradling her supine form, she stayed still. Considering her worked out muscles, from yesterday’s ”exercises”, her body’s natural response should have been to instinctively stretch, after waking up. However, paradoxically she felt incredibly relaxed, calm and fulfilled, that the mere idea of moving sounded superfluous.

Her ears picked up the calm and deep respiration of the wizard lying beside her. A deep flush suffused her smiling features. Merlin, she finally did it, didn’t she? She finally gave up her virginity to the Supreme Ruler! Images and sensations rushed to the surface of her mind, and she squirmed a bit, just thinking about it aroused her!

Slowly and deliberately, she stretched her legs and arms and winced. Every inch of her body felt like it was trampled by a stampeding herd of trolls! To her utter surprise, there were muscles she just now discovered were part of her anatomy! Muscles she never used before last night! She almost giggled, then she cringed at the soreness between her thighs reminding her of the naughty and oh so enjoyable “activities”.

Sighing, she recalled every moment of her first time! Godric, he was a skilled lover! No, skilled doesn’t even start to cover what he made her feel, what he’d done to her. It was not only a climax, or an orgasm he shared with her. There was a deep connection between them, deeper than any physical contact, complete harmony, if not a fusion of bodies, minds and souls.

Every touch, kiss, word, every move, every thrust were intended to promise her delight, but more than this, he intended to give her a glimpse of what it meant to be entirely his. His controlling embrace was intended for her security and his possessive dominance was meant as her refuge, her haven. She intrinsically felt free, and safe, and happy, liberated in his arms. She felt it deep inside her heart, an inherent knowledge of being his as much as he was hers.

He was not enjoying her body like any other sex partner; or as a possession, a property that he’d do with as he pleased. There was deeper significance that imbued his every touch, a commitment with his every kiss, and an implicit promise with his every thrust. He was sharing with her everything in him. Passionately baring naked his whole being, his soul, inside out, and thus he was also demanding her full reciprocity, no holds barred.

He was not a delicate lover, nor was he treating her like fragile porcelain doll. He gave it all to her. He was ruthless in his desires, wicked with his fervor, vehement in his stimulation. He required of her to drown in pleasure, to absorb the thrill he was providing, and let it sink into every cell of her searing flesh, in order to emerge afterward a different woman!

An emotionally uninhibited mature partner, an equal, despite the “pet” names and “titles”, their “intercourse” was more than skin deep. It did not stop at the carnal superficiality of the act, it was for her to realize she could trust him completely, no anxiety, neither doubts, nor uncertainties holding her back!

He led her with every stroke to understand how much he wanted her surrender, how much he needed her trust, totally and freely given. Moreover, she was certain her gift was fully and appreciatively received, her total submission with no half measures, her trustful capitulation accepted and cherished.

She knew that she was his now for the simple reason that he drilled it -almost literally- into her. His hands, lips, and words whispered lewdly, dirty rights and rites, upon her flesh. Murmurs, lustfully tattooed his ownership upon her skin, subsequently branding her as his own! He’d invisibly yet tangibly written on her skin, the most sensuous of prose. He covered every inch of her with his attentions, lavishing on her novice body his expert technique, until she felt suffused with his own essence to her very core.

Godric! She never imagined how much the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure that he calibrated in minute doses, while filling her to the brim, could make her eagerly willing to be whatever he wanted her to be, his pet, submissive, slave! She was already addicted to his touch, taste and feel, his presence in her life, she simply cannot continue without him.

She admired him, respected him, she loved everything about him. She loved him! This revelation did not come as a surprise to her, that she harbored such feelings was in fact anticipated, because those sentiments were not a shallow infatuation, a fan crush or a teen unreliable, and flighty emotions. They completed one another!

She felt from the beginning, this cerebral connection, then the physical attraction, and later the simple essence of their spirit, their magic, their ideals and mind interacting in total harmony. Truth be told, she even craved his punishments and rewards! There was no more yearning in her for this “unknown” something or someone, which she was subconsciously and continuously seeking. This gap, the missing piece inside her soul is no more. He was here beside her, filling and fulfilling her heart, body and mind with his presence, and she is happy, complete, gratified, loved. Yes this how it feels, this is love!

Her recollection of last night flooded her whole being. With every image flashing through her thrilled mind and languid bones, her exhilaration soared. At first, there was that inherent anxiety gnawing at her, she was afraid that he might find her inexperience insipid and dull. Although in counterbalance to her apprehension, there was also a certainty, a conviction, that he was not the type of man to consider this aspect with such superficial stance. Then the whole thinking process went out the window when he touched her, and when she touched him in return. Nothing else mattered but them coming together.

She remembered how in the wee hours of the day, she woke up to the most thrilling of sensations. Her body was twisted in a way that defied her personal definition of her own flexibility! She never thought she could accomplish such feat of erotic elasticity. He was behind her, spooning her to him, almost! Her upper torso was laid between the mattress and his chest, while her lower part and limb were stretched out on her left side. Her right leg was lifted up and resting on his bent right leg, thigh held up on his thigh.

This position opening her completely to his probing right hand digits, reaching over and caressing her clitoris, while his rock hard penis was following the rocking motion of his hips, still not penetrating her but nestled snuggly between her nether labia, stroking her them, spreading their combined fluids, lubricating both her vulva and his penis. His left arm was wrapped under her back, around her shoulder blades, forearm sneaking under her armpit, giving his hand all the leverage needed to reach her left breast.

His hands were fondling experts! Solid and nimble long fingers teased her sensitized dermal nerves. His strong and unyielding handle of her breasts contradicting the stimuli of his feathery brushes upon her clit. His left index and thumb were busy rolling her left nipple, twisting and pinching her erect and turgid teat to a painfully arousing peak.

Those sensations suffusing her were clashing with the exploding ones, sparked by his mouth, which was busy suckling on her right bosom. Grazing the turgid nub between his teeth, pulling at it, and then soothing it with his swirling tongue. Latching time and again on the sore nipple, his teeth nibbling; scraping, nipping, softly biting, then his wet, fleshy, muscular organ came whirling around it dowsing the delightful burns.

Her moans indicated that she became wide-awake. A soft blowing of a hot and humid exhaled air followed the lick of his pointy wet appendage. The moisture evaporated and left behind a trail of fire encircling her taut and deliciously tormented perky mound. His lips relinquished their hold on her right breast to move up, dragging his oral torture device all the way to her shoulder, barely touching her hypersensitized flesh, the tiny hairs standing on end, he dipped it into the valley of her neck and shoulder junction, up to her throat, to finally reach her ear, nibbling on her fleshy lobe, and shell, he whispered ‘I know you’re still sore precious, but I want to feel your tight pussy around my cock again.’

His right hand withdrew for a couple of seconds to position his penis at her entrance and he slowly entered her inch after splitting inch. His girth widening her passage to fit his thick shaft. She felt distended; the pangs of pain sparked, in turn, jolts of pleasure. Then she felt his fingers stroking her clit again.

The feeling of his unyielding rigid member filling her sleek sheath was exhilarating, despite the burning ache. He went all the way to the base, and his testicles hit her posterior. She was stuffed, stretched and her body’s reaction to the intruding hot fat rod didn’t take long to escalate. She was drooling all over his phallus like a dog with a sausage.

‘So wet for me already… Yes baby…suck my cock with your pretty pussy…Salazar’s dick… you feel so good wrapped around my cock like this… wet and hot for me pretty witch…yes…move with me …feel my cock filling you to the balls…Merlin …fuuuck…yes clinch this pretty tight pussy for Master…cum on my cock… let me feel you squeezing me hard witch…yesss…’

His dirty talking, delivered with each thrust and plunge inside her, made her froth at both pairs of lips, her moans and gasps inciting him to go deeper, though he kept his leisurely pace, her pleas and whimpers for him drawing out groans and grunts from his throat ‘My sexy slave…I will fuck you…in all… 64 Kama Sutra positions …yes …moan for me beautiful…let me hear what I do to you, …yesss ….fuck…you are so fucking tight…yes pet…I feel your cunt fluttering and quivering…you want to cum for Master pet? …hmmm? …cum for me pretty one…milk my cock …suck it your wet …hot…tight…pretty…pussy baby…yesss….fuck ’

With every description he grunted, he was thrusting deep with one shove into her burning canal, to slowly withdraw and plunge into her vaginal cavity.

He twisted her head to catch her mouth in a searing, ravishing kiss, which sucked all the oxygen out of her already worked lungs and left her breathless.

The crest she was soaring on peaked into tsunami proportions, all of her pains forgotten, when he changed his penetration angle, held up her right leg even higher, and the ridged underside of his glans rubbed her G-spot again and again, on every in and out, and she fell apart in his arms with a sound leaving her sore throat, not totally a screech nor a whimper.

Her climax fluttered around his swelled, turgid and throbbing flesh, his breathless rumbles, brief roars and then the grunt of her name reached her fuzzed brain in her coital stupor. He was embedded inside her to the hilt, the throbbing and twitching of his manhood akin to a beating heart inside of her still quaking, channel. He ejaculated so hard that she felt his warm sperm splash her insides, in three powerful successive spurts.

She was exhausted but replete. She stopped fighting her sleepiness, her eyelids closed. The last thing she remembered was their sweaty bodies spooning perfectly. He had his left arm wrapped around her waist, the right hand covered her breast possessively, his softening penis still shoved deep inside of her, and then everything went black, until she stirred awake minutes ago.

Merlin just remembering what happened and she’s already drenched and ready to be taken by him again. Her sweltering face signified how flushed she was. Eyes still closed, she tried to calm down her over excited body by breathing slowly. She then sensed his lips on her neck, nose nuzzling that over sensitive spot directly under her earlobe.

Wait a minute! Nose??! Lord Voldemort doesn’t have a nose! Hear heart sped up like a rocket launching into space. Slowly she moved her right hand from under her pillow and unhurriedly lifted it up to touch the wizard’s head, who was nibbling his way down to her breasts, expecting the feel of his bald cranium. No, no hairless skull, there were strands of short silk smooth hair. Hair!! She was touching hair on somebody’s head while the Dark Lord is bald. Oh my Godric, shit shit shit! Her eyes flew open, wide and bulging like she was hit with a “Rennervate” spell after being stunned!

Her heaving chest squeezed her heart up to her throat, and her amygdala expanded to squish the rest of her brain to the bony walls of her skull, kicking her body into the fight or flight instinctive reaction. There was a stranger in her bed, the Dark Lord’s bed, doesn’t matter whose bed, damn it! She was naked with a wizard she does not know! A stranger, whom from the looks of it, is naked as well! Shit! He was looking down at her with an angelic smiling face. She scrutinized his leering visage, in less than a second, her eyes unblinking, while her body was readying itself to shoot out of bed.

The stranger’s appearance was the handsomest she’d ever seen. He looked in his early to mid thirties, Jet-black thick and sleek hair that was disheveled every which way, in a “bed head” sort of sexy look. The soft skin tone contrasted and emphasized both hair and flesh exquisite beauty. His striking eyes, wide and slanted a tad upward, outlined with thick, long and curved lashes that most witches would kill for! The irises were similar to two midnight-black abysses.

Those dark probing orbs were framed with well-shaped and trimmed eyebrows. His nose was straight and aristocratic, neither too big nor too small, fitting between his high cheekbones and cheeks, in a perfect esthetical symmetry. His mouth was proportionate to the rest of his features, with virile pale red lips, and to top it all, or bottom it, as the case may be, his chiseled facial attributes were accentuated by a sharp almost angular jaw line that denoted will-power and self-control.

His smile was starting to deepen when her eyes finished perusing his impish mien, and suddenly a scream left her bloated throat. She wailed like a banshee, and her arms and legs flailed, fighting with the covers that hindered her movements. In addition, he was nearly lying atop her, imprisoning her between the mattress and his chest.

Scrambling to move away from him, she started to hit his unyielding pectorals with her tiny fists, still shrieking, and kicking until he had to pin her bodily beneath him, laying a leg over her pedaling ones, when her nails threatened to disfigure his pristine looks. With his body weight hindering her thrashing about, chest pushing down on her small torso, his long fingers were finally able to shackle her struggling wrists and pull them up and over head.

“Calm down you hellcat” he half seethed half laughed.

She knew the voice, the silky seductive baritone. It was the first thing she was aware of when she woke up from her coma! The velvet voice! The smooth modulation revealing a will of steel in the tone. This was the Dark Lord??! She blinked and her mouth opened, not sure if it was to scream, to breathe, or simply because she was flummoxed!

“Don’t be afraid pet, it is me, your Lord and Master” He calmly introduced himself, as if they were at a tea party! She snapped her mouth shut, then swallowing an excess of saliva; a scowl adorned her features, it turned into a frown, then she glared at him, her irritation ignited in a matter of seconds, and fast at its heel, her inquisitive tirade.

“What the hell were you thinking?! You gave me the fright of my life! Waking up to a total stranger! Naked! And why are you donning this face? How did you change your appearance? Why did you change your looks? Since when …werm.. argm…ermt.”

Long fingers covered her mouth, while a chortle prickled her ears. Amused, the Dark Lord’s cherubic features were fascinating her. She couldn’t get enough of him. He was so handsomely stunning it was almost unfair to the rest of humanity! Merlin! How many hearts had he broken up until now? How many witches committed suicide because they were head over heels in love with him, but it was one-sided? Oh my freaking Isis! The Wizard was a pool of honey and the bees were everywhere! Witches, bitches all wanting a lick or two, forget counting, they’d lick him dry!

“Shush pretty girl and listen…This is my real face pet. Tom Riddle’s face if you want. The ‘snake-face’ that you’ve been seeing is how you remember me looking like in your mind. This was intentionally brought about by a spell that I cast on myself.”

“A spell? Why do you want people to see you as a …snake-face? Intentional spell? Why?” Hermione’s face got redder when she heard him repeat her appellation of his ‘snake-face’ , so he knew about her foolish soubriquet!

“Not all people see me as a snake look alike pet.”

“Then how and why was I seeing your other …ermmm…reptilian features?”

“The spell 'Specto Homorphus Memoria' is actually a simple charm, which makes all people see me with the face they remember me with last. For example all of my servants, and my Inner Circle see my face as it is now. Your friends as well. In fact, people everywhere, in the muggle and wizarding world know Lord Voldemort with Tom Riddle’s face.”

Sitting up, he rested his back on the headboard of the bed, so the still bewildered witch followed suit, covering her breasts while listening carefully to his explanations.

“The ‘reptilian’ face ….” He chuckled and then tilted his head down and kissed her softly on the lips, licking his lips, humming with a naughty smile grin, he continued, “ As I was saying, that face you were seeing was the last phase in my transformation after the Naga Snake-Goddess’ bite. When Nagini bit me, my body went through 3 phases for the duration of a year, to acclimate. I had to go through painful changes in my physical body. I was almost a snake, at the start of the 1^st phase, until the 3^rd and last stage, where my body absorbed the biological attributes of the Naga poison, through which immortality is bestowed. Needless to say my shape went back to normal after the procedure was through. It is at that stage that Dumbledore saw me, and I continued the charade and misled him to believe the Horcruxes hoax. That was the face I always used with the ‘light side’ and that is the same face you saw in the Ministry of magic before the idiot Dolohov hit you with that cutting spell”.

“And since it was the only one time I saw your face, it was interpreted as my last recollection of your appearance, as the spell made me see you as I remember you! Why? What would you gain from this? Did you think I am this shallow as to give any weight to appearances and good looks?”

Hermione was peeved that the Dark Lord thought so little of her, but he cupped her cheek and said, “ No pet, I know you do not care about trivial matters as looks. It is not this at all!”

“Then what? Why?”

“Hermione, consider this, you spent 7 years of your life fighting against the Lord Voldemort. You were afraid of that image you had in your mind which embodied the Dark Lord whose face you knew as a reptilian ugly bastardized wizard. A hybrid between a human and a snake. My face used to give you nightmares I am sure…it was crucial that you faced this fearful face first when you woke up, to hear his side of the story. To understand that he was not the dark and evil wizard that Dumbledore described. You needed to meet this wizard as your mind recalled him, so that you’d come to know him, to listen to what he’s got to say, witness his actions, and then make an informed opinion by yourself, and afterward believe him. But most of all you needed to trust him and his word.”

Hermione, he called her by her name, and she liked it, she liked her name tumbling from his lips, her name sounded dear to him, and she felt all warm inside.

Sitting up, The Dark Lord flipped the covers and stood up out of bed, he put on black housecoat, and invited the startled witch to join him at the breakfast nook, where a hot meal was waiting for them. She quickly pulled on an emerald satin night robe and sat facing him, while he busied himself preparing her plate and then his.

A selection of egg Benedict made with an English muffin, topped with ham, poached eggs, and Hollandaise sauce. The fruit salad was laid in a porcelain bowl marinated in some fruit juice. Buttered toasts, jam and honey were next to the tea and coffee pots with all the accompanying cream, sugar and milk. She served him tea as he liked it with one brown sugar teaspoon, and made sure not to chip the very expensive tea set.

Taking a sip from his cup, he smiled at her and then commented, “ You remember how I like my tea…”

Blushing, she nodded while thinking about what he already said. So everyone was seeing him as he really looked like, a gorgeous powerful hot and sexy wizard! Figures! No wonder the girls in the 3^rd floor were swooning and starting the not so silly anymore Fan Club! Shaking her head, she also now understood why the waitresses, in that eyesore of a teashop, were arguing among them to pick the lucky witch to serve the Dark hot and sexy Lord. Now, seeing this attractive Supreme good-looking Ruler, did she already say he’s hot and sexy?

Could she blame that slag of a waitress for almost spilling her tits in his face, and nearly grinding her body to his?! Could the vulgar prat not be mesmerized by his entrancing magnetism?! No matter, she shouldn’t, he was a client, and she’s working in a teashop not a brothel! The stupid bint was acting like a drooling shark in a blood pool!

Looking at him under her lashes, her eyes glued on him, she forgot to eat, Merlin, he’s so hot and sexy! Seems her brain is stuck on those two words. Damn she’s unable to think straight!

Be that as it may, whether he was gorgeous or kept his reptilian appearance, in her mind, it is not his looks that make him hot and sexy! Though honestly, who wouldn’t want to wake up, every morning, to such stunning looks, yes she will say it, hot and sexy.

But anyway, it is his personality that is the most significant, and case in point, she was attracted to him despite his “snake-face”, or better yet, because of it, which to be honest is so weirdly beautiful and fascinating. It gives him an enigmatic and powerful superiority, a godly aura! But that is all irrelevant. The issue is why he revealed his real appearance at this time? What has changed? She wondered while she resumed consuming her breakfast, then she voiced her musings aloud. He nodded while munching his morsel, after swallowing he dabbed his lips, took a sip of tea then answered.

“What Changed? Everything! Why now? Because you are now ready.”

“How so?”

“You did not know Tom Riddle, except through some vague description, besides he basically was not present in your life, unlike Lord Voldemort. So I presume, in the bigger scheme of things you never thought of me as Tom Riddle, or care for that part of me. It is not against him that you had misconceptions, and apprehensions. Let me put it this way, if you have met me with Tom Riddle’s face after you woke up, it wouldn’t have changed one iota of your preconceived ideas and suspicions about Voldemort, or your anxiety and fear. In your mind Riddle and Voldemort might be one person, but their actions are still different. You have no image of Tom Riddle as the villain; it is Voldemort who made the biggest impact on your life.”

Pausing to sip from his tea again, she followed his reasoning in her mind waiting anxiously for his explications, until he spoke again.

“You needed to make your peace with the image of Voldemort in your mind, and the only way to do it is to face him. And let’s just say forgive him. How? By comparing your thoughts and doubts, concerning the suspected wizard with facts, with what is real and true. Our relation pet is based on trust, if you cannot trust then you won’t be able to completely surrender to me, to be under my control, knowing and believing that I would never ever hurt or harm you. As long as there’s a shadow of a doubt in your mind concerning me, it won’t work. And the mind is a tricky machine pretty one.”

The Gryffindor witch bit her lip before saying “ I believe you, I know that you won’t hurt me intentionally…I really do trust you…”

“ I am delighted to hear this pet…and that proves that I have done the right thing! If I had introduced myself with my original unaltered appearance, from the start, later on, no matter how much you’d have liked to think you believed and trusted me, the face of Voldemort would have been always connected with the bad and evil side of the same person. This tenuous and subconscious connection, in the back of your mind, would become a fertile soil for doubts, which in turn would lead to mistrust, and that would have wrecked havoc on our relationship in the future. In a nutshell pet, Voldemort and Tom Riddle would have become, in your mind two sides of the same coin. One trustworthy, the other not so much. I wanted to prevent you this dilemma. For in truth both are one and the same, and both are trustworthy. You needed to discover this reality all on your own. And you did.”

Trying to clear her clogged throat from too much embarrassment, she blushed deeply when she whispered, “ You mean when I …surrendered to you and…accepted you, Lord Voldemort as my Lord and Master.”

“Indeed pet, and it meant the world to me, that you finally saw who I really am, and you trusted me enough to be mine, forever…” His smile was dazzling, hot and sexy, and Hermione forgot to chew her last bite of egg benedict, and she all but chocked when she heard him say, “…And talking about being mine forever…you will have to start searching for a bridal gown sweet pet.”

Barely able to croak out a “What?!” He chuckled and handed her a glass of water while saying “Do not worry about the wedding ceremony and preparations, all is in good hands, Narcissa would be more than happy to be working on it, in conjunction with Draco’s, and of course, you mother will surely be helping her”.

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