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Serpentine Series	By : HarmonyB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Their surroundings changed dramatically compared to the hectic battle. When they Apparated they landed on unstable ground, and Harmony fell onto her back, bringing Master down with her. Sharp rocks stabbed into her tender flesh. Master's weight on top of her body forced her harder into the ground, and she winced painfully. With a groan, Master lifted himself off and helped her to her feet.
The pair looked around. They had landed on a grassy cliff only a meter away from a very long drop that led to a roaring sea. They peered over the side to see white waves crashing against the cliff-side with a roar.
Harmony laughed sheepishly, "That was close."
Voldemort glared at her. "Too close. What a riot that would be: it wasn't the hundred some Aurors that killed us, but your defective travel skills."
"I'm still getting a handle on my Apparition," she said defensively. "Besides, it's been a while since I've been here."
"And where would 'here' be exactly?" he asked, looking around.
Harmony spun and pointed out into the distance, "There."
He followed her finger with his eyes. They saw a small building that looked over the ocean. Its white walls were covered in different sea shells and tiles, with large triangular windows that were completely dark.
"Shell Cottage," she clarified.
The pair walked over to the cottage and Voldemort looked through one of its windows. "Whose house is this?"
"It belongs to a friend of a friend," Harmony simply replied. She knew the couple that lived here would be involved with helping the Ministry fix the problem at Hogwarts. She and Master had perhaps a day or two here to lay low before they would have to move on.
Harmony went to the weathered door and tried the handle. "It's unlocked."
They moved out of the salty breeze and into the dry cottage. Master created a glowing orb with his hand which he held at eye level as they walked about. In the blue glow, they looked around the dim enclosure.
They were standing in the kitchen, and Harmony saw an ancient iron stove next to a small oak table with a couple of chairs. Bordering the walls were matching wood cupboards with seashell-shaped handles. The couple moved through the dark into the next room where a quilted bed rested. At the foot of the bed was a hope chest.
Harmony dropped her sac, and fell to her knees to rummage through the chest for candles. She set the candles around the room on the counters and the table, and then lit them with the tip of her wand. When they could see clearly through the orange glow, he put out the glowing orb with a snap.
"So," he said, peering around a wall that led to another part of the cottage, "a friend of a friend?"
"Yes," Harmony said, and then mumbled quickly, "Just a couple who work in Diagon Alley, that's all. Quite charming people. Pureblood. You'd approve of them." She said the last bit loudly to make sure he heard.
Voldemort's brow went up as he continued to survey the room, but said nothing.
"Why?" she asked suddenly, and Voldemort turned to face her. "Why didn't you do it? Kill Harry Potter, I mean. I thought you said there was nothing else you wanted more than to have him dead."
His face grew dark, irritated to be back to this topic of conversation. "I considered what you said. I suppose you were right about one thing; there were too many Aurors around. Once I disposed of Harry, I would have been killed instantly."
Harmony resisted the urge to throw the candle she held in her hand at his head. To make sure she didn't do anything stupid, she set it down, faced him directly, and said with a great deal of conviction, "I was right about a lot of things."
Voldemort tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at her. "Oh?"
Harmony laughed, curt and humorless. "Like when I told you all of your followers were dead, and you have no—"
"As I have told you," Master said, raising his voice again. "They are not all dead."
"A hundred Death Eaters, maybe?" Harmony exclaimed, challenging his tone. "And I did not see a single one standing beside you in the Great Hall. I saw Bellatrix was dead, and so many others."
"Some of them ran away," Voldemort said as though he was forced to admit a terrible secret. "And they will be punished accordingly when I look for them."
"You're going to look for them?" she asked. "For who, exactly?"
"As I have said, there are always others," he insisted, keeping more control over his anger, though barely. "The Death Eater's families, friends of their families. It goes on." Then he took a wide, aggressive step toward her and sneered. "Please continue, what else were you so right about?"
Harmony took a matching step away from him, but her back hit the wall behind her. He's just trying to pick a fight, she complained in her mind, but her pride forced her to continue. "I'm right about how others will come for you once Harry Potter is dead."
"And again I say, 'I will kill them, too,'" Voldemort said snidely. "Continue."
Harmony gaped at him, but quickly shut her mouth. She had become so used to having her face covered; she wasn't used to people reading her expressions, like reading a book. Without blinking she said, "I was right about how I said I never lied to you."
He scoffed, "Don't remind me."
"How can it disgust you so much when you, too, have Muggle blood? It doesn't make us all that different from one another."
Voldemort strode up to her at her open remark and he said in her face, "Doesn't make us different? You are dreaming! Slytherin blood, the most powerful blood, runs through my veins, while your parents probably couldn't tell the difference between a wand and a whistle."
Harmony's face grew hot with anger at his mention of her parents. How dare he speak about them that way, she shouted in her head. But instead of making any comment concerning them, she taunted mockingly, "Well, then, how does it feel to have dirty blood tainting your powerful line of rein? You must be so ashamed to have me as your heir!"
Master grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to come closer to him. "I gave you the Serpentine charm because I wanted to, and I cannot abandon my plan despite your Mudblood!"
But Harmony would hear nothing of it, and she shouted into his face, "But what about what I want?"
Voldemort's face grew red, and he sneered down at her, "Well, of course, it is about what you want! It is all about you, isn't it? None of it has to do with what I want, the Dark Lord, your Master!" At his last words, he pushed her back against the wall so hard that Harmony's head banged against it.
"Ow!" Harmony groaned. She was distracted a moment by the shot of pain that ran through the back of her head, but once the stars in her eyes disappeared, she was instantly aware that he had his mouth on hers.
Harmony gasped in surprise, but with him covering her mouth, she could hardly get air through her nose, and her head swam with dizziness. Both his arms were wound around her small frame like snakes that constricted her tightly against his body.
She tried to weave her arms around his, so she could wedge them between her body and his to push him away. But he was too strong to move. She twisted her head to one side so she could gasp for air. His breath felt like hot steam on her cheek when he exhaled, and he unwound one of his arms from around her to run a hand over her body, searching. When she felt him slip a couple fingers into the string that tied her corset together, Harmony gasped in her mind with surprise.
With a lurch, Master pulled her by her corset strings away from the wall, swung her around, and then pushed her away from him. Harmony fell, worried she was going to hit the ground hard, but instead she landed with a grunt on the quilted bed.
She barely had a gasp of air to fill her lungs before his chest was pressing her into the mattress. Harmony felt a moment of panic when his mouth returned to hers eagerly, small sounds coming from the back of his throat. But his movements slowed, becoming more under control, and Harmony was able to clear her swimming head.
She could feel the pounding of his heart against her own, and it somehow calmed her. Two drums battering madly. At the feel of it, the image came into her mind of nothing separating their hearts, no clothing, no skin, bones, as though they were fused together into one.
Harmony felt herself going under, as though a wave came crashing over her head. With a deep breath, she relinquished herself, let him grab ahold of her, and drag her deeper and deeper into the depths.
The moment he felt she'd stopped resisting him, he growled low and gently bit her lips until she opened her mouth. His warm tongue slipped inside, exploring the way she tasted.
Harmony's insides did a little flip, whether out of fear or excitement, she wasn't sure. His hands found their way to the front of her corset. He sat up in bed for a moment to slowly untie it. She watched with uneven breaths as she let him reveal herself. In a moment, the corset was gone, and the underclothes with it.
He loomed above her on the bed, devouring every inch of her bare breasts with his cool blue eyes. He had a hungry look on his face, but there was a hint of resistance, like he didn't fully trust that what he was seeing was real.
For a flicker of an instant, she wondered just how many women he'd seen like this before. He was quite a few years older than her, but he never spoke of having someone whom he had a physically intimate relationship with. Harmony had had her thoughts concerning Bellatrix—that vile woman had seemed willing enough. But it was possible their relationship never went beyond that of a mentor and student, Lord and servant.
With all his adverse talk of love, was it possible he had never been with a woman like this before? Like her, could this possibly be his first time?
No, Harmony thought. It was mad to think so. He was a man, a human being, with feelings and urges. Surely there came a time before then when his desires overtook him and—as handsome as he was—he would've had no difficulty in finding someone to please him. As for herself, she'd never been with someone, although she'd wanted to. There was Victor Krum, strong, handsome, physical, but they never went this far. No one had ever seen her like this before. No one.
Without another thought, she knew she was sharing something so intimate it almost frightened her. She wasn't thinking about being with the Dark Lord Voldemort—the wizard everyone feared. Right now, she was with the man she'd already shared so much of herself with—knowledge and trust and respect. As he gazed down at her with hooded eyes—full of lust and longing—she let herself lay bare to him as if to say "Every bit of me is open to you." There was no hiding, now.
Harmony sat up and tentatively moved closer to him. She brought her hands up and unclasped his cloak, letting it fall. He watched every move unblinkingly, breathing heavily, as she helped herself with trembling fingers undoing his shirt. To pull the fabric off his torso, she had to press herself flush against his chest, and the warmth of their bodies united. He tilted his head into her mess of hair and inhaled deeply. Once free of his top clothes, she tossed them over the side of the bed.
Shirtless, he wrapped his arms around her, feeling the soft curves of her back and hips. He kissed her gently on the neck and shoulders as she pulled at his pants, trying to unfasten them. At her difficulty, he took her hands away and rolled her back onto the bed, where her head landed between the pillows. He finished the work himself, using just one hand while the other held him up. She easily did away with the rest of her clothes, simply by slipping her pants off her hips and pulling them down. She kicked her shoes away in time for him to lie on top of her completely.
His pale skin, always looking as cold as ice, surprised her with its warmth. He pressed her into the bed and moved his lower body so it rested snug between her legs. She was smaller-boned than he was, but with her knees spread apart, she could bring them up to straddle his hips or tangle her legs around his thighs. She'd never done this before, so it took her a second to figure out a position that felt most comfortable.
He ran his lips over her skin, everywhere, until they found her mouth. She responded with unexpected passion, moving her head to the side to deepen the kiss, and she sucked on his tongue playfully when it entered her. He chuckled lightly, and it vibrated into her mouth, making it feel as though she were the one laughing.
She caressed the back of his neck and wove her fingers into his black hair. The more their cravings rose, the more they grinded against each other, skin rubbing on skin. When waiting became too much to withstand, Voldemort broke away from her kiss suddenly to look down at where their bodies were closest. His hand beside her head disappeared, moving down, and then, with a soft grunt, he was moving inside her.
Harmony had her arms around his broad shoulders, and she buried her face into the crook of his neck as she cried out. Tears blurred her vision. Her breath left her in short, uneven gasps. There was pain at first, but it numbed into a dull throbbing, underlined with exquisite delight. He slowly pushed himself as much as he could, pressing her further into the mattress. Once their bodies had grown accustomed to the feel of the other, he began to make slow, rhythmic movements.
She surprised herself when a soft moan escaped her lips, and he caught it in his mouth with a tender kiss. There was no other sound except for their heavy breathing and the sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore. For a brief moment, it was as though a part of her flew from her body and hovered above them near the ceiling. In her mind's eye, she saw them joined together on the bed and she could hardly believe it was her she was seeing. If felt more like two strangers—two lovers.
When he suddenly quickened his movements, she zeroed back in to reality. The surface of her skin was burning and sweat was starting to pulse up from her every pore. She involuntarily closed her eyes as the feeling of euphoria washed over her like warm water. With him breathing quickly against her neck, she dug her fingertips into the pale flesh of his back. So close together now, she could feel his heart pounding against her chest.
His pulsing actions came faster and faster, increasing its fervor. Until, finally, he pressed her one last time into the bed—giving a drawn-out moan—and then slowly relaxed on top of her.
They lay there, panting, while stars burst behind their eyelids. Once he'd caught his breath, Voldemort rolled over onto his back beside her in the bed. She felt sore and somewhat tired, but blissfully so. Bringing her knees together, she turned onto her side closest to him, but stared up at the ceiling. The wooden beams and plywood boards pounded in and out of focus as her heart slowly went back to a normal rate. Everything was bathed in a warm orange-yellow hue from the candlelight, giving the impression that everything inside was calm and timeless, while the waves crashed violently just outside their little walls.
The more she calmed down, the more Harmony was able to contemplate exactly what just happened—what she had consented to. Months ago, she would've rather died than let Voldemort touch her. In her mind, she made him to be a violent and sadistic man. But now…his warmth towards her was obvious; he was almost kind. Now, they had a bond that was undeniable and with it came an unexpected thrill, which had displaced the fear. She always had the feeling he wanted this—she saw it in his eyes from time to time—but as for herself? She'd had no idea. Being with him had awoken something inside her. Something startling, something almost dangerous.
Slowly, Harmony turned her head over to his side. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him resting—head on pillow, eyes closed. For a glimmer of a second, she had almost expected him not to be there, as though she had simply dreamt it all. That would have been more believable that the fact that she and the Dark Lord Voldemort had done one of the most intimate things two people can do together.
But it was true, and with that affirmation she felt an unanticipated amount of relief.
As though he could feel her watching him, Voldemort's icy blue eyes slid open and gazed upon her. Harmony felt a jolt in her midsection. Her eyes flicked away and bashfully roved down the length of his body. She was reminded that both of them still lay completely naked on top the sheets and she shivered. Their little rest from activity had made her aware just how cold it was in Shell cottage. There was sure to be a fireplace around there somewhere, but making one felt like too much work at the moment, and the candlelight made the environment pleasantly ethereal.
Instead, she sat up and picked her edge of the blanket back from beneath the pillow. Catching her drift, Voldemort did the same and together they slipped beneath the covers. She turned on her side facing away from him, ready to rest her eyes. For a moment, it was like it always was with the two of them just sleeping together in the same bed. But then she felt the mattress shift and bow beside her as Voldemort moved closer. His fingers ran up the length of her arm and grasped her shoulder, as though he was marveling at its softness. Again, she got the impression that he seldom ever touched a woman.
He moved even closer until she could feel him—feel all of him—pressed against her back. He slid his hand off her shoulder and tucked it under her arm, where he snaked it up between her breasts and rested it flat against her chest.
Harmony sighed and found herself smiling when she felt the Serpentine charm slither up to greet its master's touch.
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