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Heart of A Snake	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 13693 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 50
Opening her eyes, Hermione had to blink a few times before she could really see. Looming up before them was a large manor.
"What?" she asked, looking between the manor and Tom.
He grinned at her. "This is our home," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple. "A place untainted by our pasts, Hermione."
She turned to him, tears in her eyes. "Oh, Tom, it's lovely!" Hermione glanced at the house, smiling wistfully. "Our own home."
Tom watched as the emotions played across her face. He had purchased the small manor in the hopes that the two of them would live their lives together here someday.
Coming up behind her, he grasped her beneath her legs, swooping her into his arms.
"Tom!" Hermione shrieked, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. "What are you doing? Put me down this instant!"
He only laughed, carrying her towards the door. "It's tradition, Hermione. A husband is supposed to carry his wife over the threshold into their house."
"Yes, but not when the bride is a large as a house," she countered, squirming in his arms.
Chucking, he buried his face into her hair, inhaling deeply. "Silence, wife, or I shall drop you on your arse."
Hermione looked appalled for a moment, but laughed when she realized he was teasing.
"Welcome home, Hermione," Tom said, stepping into the hallway of their new home. Gently, he set her feet down on the floor.
She stood shakily, looking around. "It's beautiful, Tom." The carpets were different hues of blues and greens, with silver accents everywhere. It wasn't as overtly Slytherin as she feared it would be.
"You like it? Truly?"
She nodded. "It's wonderful, Tom. You've given me so much more than I could have ever hoped for."
"No, you're the one who has given me so much." Tom pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately.
Hermione groaned, tugging his head closer to her. "Please, Tom. Make love to me," she whispered.
Grinning, Tom pulled her into his arms. Holding onto her tightly, he Apparated them both to the bedroom.
Suddenly feeling nervous, Hermione blushed. Turning, she motioned towards the zipper on her back. "Help me, please?" she whispered.
"With pleasure," he purred, placing one hand on her waist and the other one on her zipper. His lips nipped her ear as he slowly pulled the zipper down. She trembled as the cold air hit her creamy flesh.
The dress fell to the floor in a puddle and she gently stepped out of it. Turning, she faced Tom.
His eyes widened hungrily as he took in her form. "So, beautiful," he murmured, placing kisses all on her face.
Tangling her arms around him, she allowed him to lead her to the bed. "Please, I need you, Tom," she whispered. She kissed him before whispering, "My husband."
He peered into her brown eyes, shocked by the amount of sheer love and passion in them. He didn't know how he could have ever thought love was a useless force. He had thought that love would make him weak, but that obviously was not true. Hermione's love for him was proof of that.
"I love you." He captured her soft lips in a kiss, one of his hands moving down towards her breasts. He gently palmed the sensitive mound, reveling in the soft sounds she was making.
"Tom, I'm inpatient enough as it is. Please don't make me wait any longer," Hermione practically begged. Her stomach was fluttering uncontrollably and all the tension was starting to drive her insane.
"Such a bossy little witch," he murmured, planting kisses along the base of her neck. "I just want to enjoy this, Hermione."
"And I just want to come," she practically growled.
Tom laughed, allowing one of his hands to slip between her legs. His fingers quickly found her sensitive nub, giving it a quick flick. She squirmed in delight, letting out a breathy moan.
Hermione was so high strung that all it took was a few flicks of her clit before she came with a scream. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she tightened her grip on him.
Tom watched her face in amazement, the passion appearing making her look absolutely beautiful. He groaned when her small hand grasped his erect member. She stroked it a few times, watching as the tip glistened with small beads of moisture.
He took her shoulders and gently laid her back on the bed. With a grunt, she rolled onto her side.
"You okay?" Tom asked, suddenly worried at her change in position.
"Mhmmm," she murmured. "It's just my bump has gotten too large and missionary hurts my back. So I thought lying sideways would be okay." Her cheeks turned pink in embarrassment.
Tom climbed into the bed, lying next to her. "Hermione, that's more than fine," he said huskily, observing the nice view he got of her arse. He gave it a gentle slap, causing Hermione to elicit a small squeak.
Knowing they were both more than ready, Tom gently slid himself into her. He moaned as he felt her walls shudder around him.
Moaning, Hermione pressed her arse into him. "Move, Tom, now," she ordered, eager to feel him moving inside of her.
Placing a hand on her hip, he obeyed his wife's command. He thrust into her wet heat repeatedly all while praying to Merlin he didn't come too soon.
Her head fell back in an ecstatic moan. She continued to move her hips backwards, meeting his thrusts with equal force. The feeling of him filling her so fully was heavenly. "Oh god, Tom, oh god… that's so good… fuck… so fucking good." The words were repeated as if they were her personal mantra. "Tom, Tom, Tom."
His heart clenched. This witch, this beautiful witch, gave it all up so she could have some happiness. So he could find happiness and love too. How could he not love her with every fiber of his being when she was just so bloody good?
Feeling that he wouldn't last much longer, his hand reached around and touched her clit. Hermione moaned loudly, squeezing herself around him.
With that small action, the two of them went over the edge.
He pinched her clit roughly as he thrust into her, crying out her name. She came violently, her body shuddering as he emptied his seed into her. Hermione groaned loudly, the room echoing with the sounds of their cries.
As their bodies started to relax, Tom slipped out of her. Panting, he stretched out on the bed. "Merlin, wife," he said completely breathless.
Hermione chuckled, rolling over so she could rest her head on his bare chest. "Tom, that was amazing."
He grinned, watching as her body rose and fell with every breath. "I love you," he whispered, running his fingers through her brown sweaty curls.
"Mmmm," she whispered sleepily.
Tom continued to stroke her hair, humming softly. He didn't want to think about tomorrow… he couldn't.
"Tom?" Hermione peered up at him.
He arched his eyebrow. "Yes, love?"
"Could you go get me some tea? I'm craving some." She rubbed her baby bump as if to prove her point.
Chuckling, he stood from the bed and summoned a bathrobe. "I'll be back shortly," he said, giving her a tender kiss.
Hermione felt her eyes start to droop. She wanted to stay awake so she could ask Tom what he was talking about with the Order members but had forgotten too. The moment he reappeared in the room holding two steaming mugs of tea she felt the question fly from her thoughts once more.
She tenderly accepted the cup, allowing the steam to warm her face. "This smells heavenly," she commented, the faint scent of mint filling her nostrils.
He grinned. "Anything to please my wife."
"Say it again," Hermione said, her eyes wide and a huge smile on her face.
"My wife, my wife, my wife, my wife."
"And you're my husband," she whispered, hearing the words echo around her mind. "I love you."
"And I love you. Hermione, you're my whole world… my very life. Please don't ever doubt my feelings for you," he pleaded with her, his eyes full of worry.
Hermione placed her tea down, scooting closer towards him on the bed. "Tom, why would you say something like that?"
He looked away, shame filling his face. "Because I look at you and I see how loving and good you are and I know that I don't even come close to deserving that." He drew in a long, shaky breath. "My soul has been tainted beyond repair… you don't deserve that."
Hermione wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into his chest. "Don't say such things, Tom, especially on our wedding night."
"Hermione, my sweet Hermione," he whispered, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
The two of them held onto each other, neither loosening their grip. He held her as he thought about how much their world would change tomorrow. He thought about how upset she would be when she found out what he had done. But he thought about what was most important: her and their babies. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for them; if they wanted the world on a silver platter, he'd give it to them.
But the price must be paid, his mind whispered traitorously.
Sighing, he pulled the cover up over the two of them, their teas long forgotten.
"I don't believe that, you know," Hermione whispered sleepily, allowing him to pull her right against him. "Your soul isn't beyond repair; it's been healing a little every day."
Her words rang true in his mind.
"I love you, Tom." Seconds later, her soft snores filled the room.
"I love you too, Hermione," he whispered back to her in the dark. "I only hope you can forgive me for what I've done."
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