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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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Happy weekend everyone! I want to thank Ankoku Dezaia for taking time from her real life to beta! Kisses to you!

Warning! This chapter contains a lot of violence, torture and attempted rape. It also contains limes. If you don’t like that, try to skip those parts…

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Chapter 4

When Hermione woke up, she felt like shit. In fact, she felt worse than shit. She felt like she had been burned over an open fire, run over by a lorry, eaten by a dragon and then turned to shit. Despite the sun lotion Snape made her use yesterday, she could feel that her shoulders and neck were badly burned and lying on the ground all night had made her very sore. If possible, the smell was even worse. The sun had risen and it was as hot as an oven inside the tent. It made her stink worse than she had thought was possible. Oh, how she wanted a long bath and a massage.

"Granger!" Voldemort was standing outside. "Get up!"

Wincing, she managed to crawl outside. Her nostrils were assaulted by the smell of burned meat. When she looked up, she saw Malfoy and Remus grimace over something Snape had obviously made.

"If you don't like it, you can cook your own food," Snape spat at them.

Malfoy saw her. "Granger! Come here and make some real food!"

Hermione stood up slowly and tried to shake some life in her joints. "Even if I could, I'd never cook for you Malfoy."

She walked over to them slowly and Snape handed her some bread instead of the burned meat. As she ate, she let her eyes wander over the sand. She was shocked to see that the place she and Voldemort had discovered was already uncovered.

"What time is it?" she asked, suspiciously.

"Noon," Remus answered. "He said you had done enough this night."

Hermione looked at Voldemort who was sitting at the place. "What did you discover?"

"A child's grave," Remus said sadly. "It doesn't matter that she has been dead for thousands of years, I still hate digging up children's remains."

Hermione took a bottle of water and walked over to Voldemort. "What is it?"

Voldemort looked up at her. "I'm not sure. It's a corpse, but there is something strange with it…"

"My Lord!" Malfoy was standing up. "We are about to get company!"

"Muggles?"

"Wizards!"

Hermione heard Voldemort mumble a curse she could have lived a happy life without ever hearing.

"Lupin! Come here and help me with this, the rest of you, pack the camp!" Voldemort ordered them.

Snape and Malfoy were already half done by the time Hermione got there. She wasn't sure what to do, but Snape threw her a bag and told her to carry it to the carpets. They worked quickly and by the time Voldemort and Remus came with the remains, they were ready to go. However, before they managed to take off, they were surrounded by wizards on brooms and carpets.

"It's Voldemort!" a familiar voice shouted in English.

Hermione looked and saw a tall man, his face full of scars and with his long red hair sticking out from under a sunhat. "Bill!" she gasped and was about to rise from the carpet when Voldemort yanked her down and pressed his wand against her throat.

"Hermione?" Bill eyes widened when he recognised her. "And Remus?"

"You better let us go, Weasley," Voldemort growled. "Unless you want to tell your brother you are responsible for the death of his best friend."

The person on the broom next to Bill asked him something in Arabic. Bill answered him before he turned to Voldemort. "We won't let gravediggers get away with remains that belong to Egypt!"

"Lupin, tell them!" Voldemort ordered and pressed the tip of his wand harder against her throat. Hermione couldn't see Remus, but something told her he was in a similar position.

"It isn't Egyptian," Remus answered, sounding very worried. "It's much older than that, this whole place is…" Voldemort moved his wand away from Hermione and Remus was silenced.

"Satisfied, Weasley?" Voldemort asked and replaced the wand at her throat.

Bill talked to the man next to him. The other man seemed very angry.

"No," Bill finally said. "But if you leave the remains here, we will let you leave."

"Granger," Voldemort whispered into her ear. "If you don't help me now, I'll make sure the first one I kill will be your friend. Close your eyes."

Her heart beating rapidly, she closed her eyes. Voldemort moved one hand down to her stomach. Once again he was letting her magic slip out from her. She saw the magic in the people surrounding them, but just underneath them there were something else, something that was just waiting to be used. Voldemort threw their combined magic at it. An electric shock went through the air and Hermione sagged against Voldemort, feeling completely drained.

"Go!" she heard Voldemort hiss before he collapsed to his side with his arms still around her. Hermione whimpered when the carpet took off and then she blacked out.

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"My Lord, you could have killed her!"

"It was her or all of us!"

"You could have killed yourself as well. You don't have the power for this anymore!"

"Don't speak to me like that. I'm not dead, am I?"

"No, but another trick like that and you will be."

Silence.

"Why is it that you only fight with me when I'm too tired to hurt you for it, Severus?"

"Because you taught me not to do things that would get me hurt my Lord."

There was a weak chuckle. "Clever boy."

Hermione wondered if she was really hearing the voices or not, but she was too tired to open her eyes and find out. After a while, the voices seemed to come further away and then she didn't hear anything at all. She had fallen asleep again.

The next time she woke up, she could open her eyes. She was lying in her room in Greece and the door to Voldemort's stood open. Since she didn't have any windows, she didn't know what time of the day it was. All she knew was that she really had to pee. With her head spinning, she managed to stand and stumbled out to the nearest bathroom. When she came out again, Snape was standing there with an unpleasant look on his face. He captured her when she was about to fall and half carried her back to bed.

"You shouldn't be up walking," he said sourly. "You are still weak from when the Dark Lord forced your magical energy from your body."

Hermione was thankful to be back in bed. "Why did he do that?"

Snape sighed. "Lucius had placed a curse around the camp, but it needed to be activated. Since he didn't want to alert the others, he used yours and his own power to activate it. It knocked Weasley and his men out long enough for us to escape. But it took too much of your powers, you have been unconscious for almost two days."

"And him?" Hermione asked bitterly.

Snape gave her a sardonic smile. "He could walk from the carpet himself, but he rested the whole day yesterday."

"Is it true that he doesn't sleep?" she asked.

Snape nodded.

"How?" she asked.

Snape showed something that could have been a smile. "I know you are feeling better when you assault me with questions."

She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

"After six years, I'm quite used to it," he replied with the first honest smile she had seen. It made him look soft somehow and once again Hermione wondered how Snape could have killed Dumbledore. "I'll get you some potions and order the House-Elf to give you something to eat. Then you can leave the bed, if you feel strong enough."

"Thank you," she said. If she felt stronger after dinner, she would definitely go and take a long bath. Her back was aching from lying down too long and even if she didn't smell, she guessed Snape had only used cleaning spells on her and she had never thought that was enough to actually get clean.

An hour later, she was feeling a lot better and was standing with a bathrobe around her, waiting for the bathtub to fill up. She had put a lot of different liquors into the water and not only did it smell like roses, the pink bubbles were also very pretty. She sank down in the water and closed her eyes. Merlin, this was heavenly.

However, her peace was soon interrupted by the door opening. She looked up and saw Voldemort step inside and close the door behind him.

"Do you mind?" she asked irritated.

"No not at all, please stay where you are," he answered in a light voice.

Hermione was about to say that it was not what she meant, but then realised that he probably didn't care anyway.

"What do you want?" she asked instead, thankful she was covered with bubbles.

"I merely wanted to see how you were feeling," he said.

"I feel drained, stiff and quite annoyed," she answered honestly.

"Is that so?" Voldemort started to tuck up the sleeves of his black robe. "Since it's my fault, why don't you turn around and let me massage you?"

Hermione was surprised and a little suspicious, but she did turn around and sat up with her knees pressed against her chest. His hands were cold against her shoulders, but when he started to move his fingers, she could relax.

Then he pressed something between her shoulder blades and she let out a cry. "What are you doing?" Pain went like lighting up in her head and arms.

"Don't worry," he whispered into her ear. "It will feel better in a little while. Until then, I want you to listen closely, Miss Granger. I feel like I've treated you very fairly during your visit. And yet, I know that you planned to go to that Weasley boy. Why?"

"Because he is my friend," she said and winced when he put more pressure on that painful place on her back. "I didn't really think."

"Well, that was quite obvious," he muttered. "Still, you are mine now, and you have the mark to prove it. Tell me, what more do I have to do to make you realise that there is no escape from me now?"

The pain was fading a little. "I haven't planned to run away! If you haven't noticed, I too want to know about Atlantis. Although, it would have been nice if I got to come and go as I wished and have my wand back."

His fingers moved down her spine and found another painful place to push at. "You are thinking as if you are independent. What part of 'you are mine' don't you understand, Granger?"

"The parts about how I will be able to help you if I'm a scared little lapdog like the other Death Eaters," she hissed back. "How am I supposed to come up with results if I'm afraid of what you'll think about them?"

The pain started to fade again and Hermione realised her back actually felt better.

"Well aren't you cocky," Voldemort mumbled. His fingers wandered over her back and to her sides. She shivered when he slowly stroked the side of her body and up to her arms again. His hands moved down over her arms and he bended them away from around her knees. Their fingers intertwined with each other before Hermione even noticed.

"Tell me," he whispered softly into her ear. "Why aren't you scared of me? There are no books in here."

Hermione could feel her heart speed up. Still holding her hands, he pushed her knees down and let their hands fall against her breast.

"Because I know that you won't hurt me unless I do something very stupid," she answered truthfully. "You need me too much."

"What makes you think I need anything?" he asked, his voice hypnotic.

"I have eyes, don't I? You are wasting away. Making the horcruxes were a mistake," she answered, not knowing why she said the truth. "You really need to find a cure at Atlantis."

"You are truly insufferable, Miss Granger," he said and then he captured her earlobe between his teeth.

Hermione shivered and closed her eyes. He moved her hands over her breasts and she let out a breath. Then he started to move one of her hands downwards, under the water. Their combined hands were on her stomach, at her pubic hair and then…

"No!" she shrieked and broke away from his hands, trembling. Her lower region was itching, but he was the Dark Lord and a man and… old! He really shouldn't touch her there! "What are you doing?"

Voldemort smirked at her. "You are a virgin."

"That is really none of your business!" She pressed her knees against her chest again. "Why did you do that?"

He grew serious. "You work for me now, Hermione Granger. I can do whatever I want with you." He stood up. "And I can make you like it."

He left the room and Hermione blinked away some tears of humiliation. How had he known she was a virgin? Even Harry and Ron assumed she had had sex! He had just let his fingers touch her lower lips and she knew there was no way to know if a woman had had sex or not. Well, unless they were obviously inexperienced. Hermione reminded some of those giggling conversations Parvati and Lavender had had during their first years of Hogwarts. They had talked about penises like they were some hideous monsters hiding inside men's pants. But still, how had Voldemort known? Was it the way she had reacted? She blushed. Yes, that has to be it. She hadn't reacted until then. If she had been more experienced, she may not have stopped him. She may not have become frightened.

Although, that didn't give him the right to touch her at all! Or… wasn't that what he tried to tell her? That he could to anything he liked with her? The thought made her shudder. She didn't want him to do anything he liked with her.

Then again, why would he want to do anything with her? She was just an eighteen year old girl, after all. Not even graduated from Hogwarts yet. Sure, Malfoy didn't seem to mind, but she thought that had more to do with her being the only girl there and his lust to intimidate. Was it the same with Voldemort? But he said that she wasn't there as a whore, that he wanted her mind on the research.

Now when she thought about it, he hadn't seemed unwilling to touch her lately. However, neither had she felt anything hard suggesting that he liked to touch her. Then again, as the Dark Lord you would expect him to be able to control things like that.

She was shocked when she realised what she was doing; analysing. If Ron was here he would say how typical it was for her to analyse something unpleasant to make it feel less unpleasant because she hadn't liked the way he touched her. Nope, her sex was just itching because… it was scared.

Groaning, she sank under the surface of the water.

Over an hour later, she left the bathroom, feeling confused and hungry again. It was almost dark outside and when she got to the kitchen, Remus was sitting alone with a book at the table. He smiled and stood when he saw her.

"Hermione! I've been so worried." He came over and embraced her.

"I'm okay," she answered. "Just a little hungry." He didn't let go of her. "Remus?"

"Mmm…?"

She could feel how his head was moving over hers and realised he was sniffing her hair. "Remus!"

He jumped away from her, looking very guilty. "Sorry, full moon tomorrow."

A sudden picture of Remus' hands running over her body the same way Voldemort's did earlier flew through her head and made her blush. "It's okay. Do you want something to eat too?"

"I can take a cup of tea," he said, uncomfortably.

She made two cups of tea and some sandwiches for herself. She always loved sandwiches. You could make them so different. Today she put mayo and cucumbers on it.

"What have you been up to these past two days?" she asked him, like nothing had happened.

"Me? Oh, we have tried to figure out something about the remains. Snape did his test on it and discovered that it's almost eleven thousand years old. There wasn't any personal affects or anything else suggesting a loving funeral, so I guess she was hidden away after a fatal accident. But I couldn't find any physical damage so we are guessing she was killed by magic. According to Snape, that would explain why the magic is still inside the bones. Apparently, he has studied the effects of the Avada Kedavra and realised that the magic stays in the body. He doesn't know why, but he thinks the magic actively works to keep the victim dead," Remus explained, both his hands around the cup.

Hermione frowned. "So you mean that if someone managed to remove the curse from the body, she would live again?"

"Oh, no, her body is very dead. But there may be a chance that if you remove the curse from someone who has just been hit, he or she will start living again. Like using CPR on someone who has had a heart attack, I think. However, these are merely speculations. Snape has no idea how to stop the curse from working," Remus said, sounding a bit disappointed. "But it would explain why it takes so much power from the caster, because the curse has to do its work properly. Many don't succeed casting the Avada the first time they try, their victim might stumble or even fall, but they don't die."

"I wonder how you could remove the curse," Hermione mumbled, more to herself. Imagine the good it would do to the world!

Remus snorted. "I don't think the Dark Lord would appreciate you starting another project."

She sighed and let go of her thoughts. "I guess you are right." She finished her sandwich. "Where are they, by the way?"

"Snape is up un his room, finishing the Wolfbane potion, the other two left about an hour ago. Didn't say why or when they would get back. Not that I expected them too," he said dryly.

Hermione snorted and stood to wash out their cups, but she rose too quickly and could feel her knees give in under her, her vision blacking. When she got her sight back, she was surprised not to be on the floor, but in Remus's strong arms.

"You have to be careful, Hermione, you just got up from lying in bed for days," Remus mumbled and lifted her up on the table. He examined her eyes and felt her pulse with his fingers on her throat.

Hermione looked away, suddenly shy. "I know, I just rose too quickly." His hands were warm on her skin, nothing like Voldemort's. Once again she could feel her sex itching a little. Merlin, she had to stop thinking of the Dark Lord in any sexual way, it was just plain wrong!

Although, being in the arms of a werewolf wasn't. She glanced at him and saw that he was looking at her oddly again. His brown eyes were heated in a way that made her blush even more. She found that she couldn't look away. At least she wouldn't have to analyse why Remus wanted her; he saw her like a good female to mate with. It felt naughty somehow. Good naughty.

She was surprised when he suddenly leaned in and kissed her. But the kiss was so passionate that she just couldn't break free. She had been kissed before, but never like this. This was animalistic, strong and passionate. His hands were on her back and in her hair, pressing her against him. She was holding her hands on his shoulder, liking the way his muscles felt under her hands. They were strong, masculine muscles. His tongue was inside her mouth, tasting her. Hermione battled for dominance, biting into his lower lip in a way that made him growl deep down in his throat.

His hands moved to her shirt and ripped it apart. She hadn't bothered to put on a bra, figuring it wouldn't be long before bed, now his hands explored them, playing with her nipples and stroking them hard. His mouth left hers in favour of her breast at the same time as he hitched her arse closer to the edge of the table. Her legs went around him and their clad organs were pressed together. Hermione had never done this before, but she immediately liked the way he rolled his hips against her sex.

"I thought I was quite clear about your status in this house, Miss Granger?" Her eyes opened in horror and she saw Voldemort and Malfoy standing at the open glass door.

Remus pressed her closer to him, growling threateningly. Reality came crushing back to her and she realised that Remus was more animal than man right now and he considered her his territory.

Voldemort also seemed to understand that there would be no reasoning with the werewolf tonight and just cast a spell that knocked him out. Then he turned his furious red eyes to Hermione. She quickly covered her bare breasts with her arms.

"Lucius, I think I was clear about the consequences for touching Miss Granger? Make sure Mr Lupin remembers when he wakes up," Voldemort said without taking his eyes off her.

Malfoy gave her a smirk. "Of course, my Lord."

He levitated Remus' body up the stairs, leaving Hermione alone with a very fearsome looking Dark Lord.

"I-it wasn't his fault," she stuttered. "It's full moon tomorrow and I was tripping and he caught me and…"

Voldemort had slowly walked up to where she was still sitting on the table and pressed his wand over her lips. She shut up.

"I'm very unhappy, Granger," he said in such a low voice Hermione almost didn't caught it. "If you wanted a cock so badly, you should have said so an hour ago. What happened to your modesty?"

She was still scared, but some of it was replaced with anger over his arrogance. "Maybe I just found Remus more attractive?"

"Oh? And I thought it was an accident with the full moon and the tripping and the catching?" he asked, taunting.

She pressed her lips together.

He placed his hands on her thighs and leaned closer to her. "You have been a very, very bad girl, Miss Granger."

Her eyes narrowed. "Well, then I must fit in perfectly with the rest of this household."

He chuckled dangerously. "Not yet, but maybe if I let you kill someone…"

"You wouldn't!" She was more scared again.

Hermione tried to push him away, but he captured her wrists and tied them together with his wand. Then he threw her over his shoulder. For a thin person, he was awfully strong. Hermione yelled at him and tried to wriggle free. He gave her a smack on her arse. Still angry, she decided to wait until he let her down. It wouldn't be good if he dropped her. He went up the stairs and down the hall before he stopped at the door to Lucius' bedroom. There he dropped her and opened the door. Pulling her up to her feet he pushed her inside and immediately followed, wrapping his arms around her.

"Watch," he purred into her ear.

She stared in horror. Remus was hanging from the ceiling, his shirt ripped off. Lucius was standing behind him with a sadistic smile on his face. With his wand he made lashing motions and every time he did, a red mark appeared on Remus back to his cries of pain.

"The spell doesn't break the skin," Voldemort explained in a soft voice. "But trust me, it feels like Lucius is hitting the organs. If it hadn't been so close to full moon, Lupin would have passed out in a little while. But the werewolf inside him gives him strength to stand it. And I believe the smell of you here will make him even more eager to stay awake. Like any other mammal, he wants to impress his mate. So, how do you think he will react if he can smell another male with you?"

Hermione shivered as Voldemort licked her neck. It made Remus growl and try to break free to attack Voldemort. Both Malfoy and Voldemort laughed.

"So, Hermione." Her name was like a caress from his tongue. "How will it be? Shall you become like the rest of this household by killing your friend?"

"What? NO!" She struggled against him.

He pressed one of her hands against her body and took her right hand in his. Then he made her hold onto his wand and aimed it at Remus. "To small words will put your friend out of his misery and make you one of us."

Hermione couldn't believe what was happening. Did Voldemort really think she could ever kill anyone? Let alone her friend?

"You are mad," she spat.

He chuckled darkly. "Very well." He pushed her down on Malfoy's bed.

She didn't see what happened next, but she heard something drop on the floor and when she looked up, Remus was getting up from the floor. Voldemort and Malfoy were standing at the corner of the room. They were waiting for something. Hermione frowned and then Remus lurched at her. She screamed. He was on top of her, touching and licking her possessively. He grinded himself against her sex again, but this time it didn't feel so good, just scary and painful. She tried to push him off, but he kept her down, biting her shoulder, hard.

"Remus! Please stop," she begged him, crying.

"Stupefy," someone said.

Remus fell down on top of her. Hermione pushed him away and turned into a small trembling ball.

"For Merlin's sake, my Lord." Snape sounded very angry. "She just woke up from being unconscious for two days!"

"And yet she found the energy to snog the werewolf senselessly on the kitchen table. Under your guard, I may add." Voldemort sounded very displeased.

Then she felt his cold hands upon her arm. She winced and closed her eyes.

"Oh, please, Miss Granger. I think you have learned your lesson about not starting something you won't be able to finish," Voldemort hissed to her. "Haven't you?"

She nodded vigorously.

Voldemort stroked her arm and then left her. "Come on, Lucius, let us get this beast back to his room."

A moment later she heard the door close. A cloak was placed over her trembling body.

"Beast, pha!" Snape mumbled. "If there are any beasts in here, it's those two."

Hermione opened her eyes. "I didn't mean to…"

"I know, Miss Granger," Snape said, sighing. "Let me help you back to your room. I'll give you a dreamless sleeping potion."

"What will happen to Remus?" she asked worryingly as she leaned on Snape for support to her own room.

"I assume he will feel quite sore in the morning. Otherwise, nothing will happen to him. But I think the Dark Lord will have him locked inside his room. Now when he has even tasted your blood…"

Hermione winced as she lay down again, feeling on the wedge of tears. This had by far been the worst day of her entire life. Snape looked at the bite mark on her shoulder with a frown. She winced and suddenly thought of something.

"Will I turn into a werewolf now?" she asked, panicking.

"No, but you may feel a bit strange around full moon; become stronger, angrier and smelling more. Maybe even grow more hair," Snape added the last thing with a smirk that made

Hermione groan. "And I'm afraid the scar will never fade fully."

"Like Bills," she mumbled.

Snape sighed again. "Drink this bottle now and these two when you wake up. And try not to anger the Dark Lord the first thing you do in the morning."

Hermione gave him a weak smile after she had swallowed the content of the bottle. "Sometime you have to tell me how you managed to hide the fact that you are so sweet."

Snape snorted, but she could see some pink creep up over his cheek. "Sleep well, Miss Granger."

His only reply was a soft snore.
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