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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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Some limes are coming up! Nothing big, so I don't think a warning is necessary, but oh, well. I want to thank Ankoku Dezaia for beating this! Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Voldemort used an invisibility spell on himself before he left the apartment. This was not the time to cause alarm over his demonic features. Sometimes he hated the fact that he could no longer blend in with the crowd. Although, most of the time it was good to be noticed and feared. Of course, there were people who didn't become alarmed by his appearance. Granger didn't even seem to notice how he looked anymore. It was very convenient for their working relationship.

Once again he lingered at the thought on how she would react if he persuaded her to advance their relationship. It had been a while since he was together with a woman. He wondered if he still could. It wasn't like he had the time to be attracted to anyone since he regained power. However, there was something special with Granger… probably her bookishness. He liked educated people.

That was why he had decided to give her that book. It wouldn't do to even try to seduce someone who was as shy as she was around men. He had noticed how she started to withdraw from everyone but him lately. He was well aware that this was because of the incidents with Lucius and Lupin and he was determined not to let her grow up to be an old maid, afraid of men. It would just be such a waste and he hated waste.

Pushing those thoughts aside for later, he came to his destination. A small pub in the middle of Mexico City. He had followers all over the world, and the owner of this pub was one of them. Days ago, he ordered the owner to dig up information of everything magical the wizards in Mexico had managed to find about Teotihuacán. Now it was time to collect.

The owner was a tall man with long black hair tied back into a ponytail. At one time he had been very handsome, but age and unhealthy food had made him wrinkly and fat. Since the pub was empty this time of the day, Voldemort removed the spell that kept him invisible.

"Señor Fernandez," Voldemort said in a low voice.

Fernandez dropped the glass he was cleaning. "Señor Tenebroso!" He stepped out from behind the counter and bowed deeply.

"Do you have what I asked for?" Voldemort asked in Spanish.

"Sí, sí, Señor, un momento, por favor." The tall man hurried into a room behind the counter and came back a moment later with a thick file and continued to speak quickly in Spanish. "The wizards here guard their treasures tightly. But I know things about them, things they don't want to get out in the open."

"I'm sure you do," Voldemort mumbled and opened the file. After a moment of browsing, he closed it again. "Everything seems to be in order, well done, Ricardo."

Fernandez bowed again. "Everything for the great Señor Tenebroso."

Voldemort smiled and withdrew a purse of gold from inside his robe and placed it on a table "For your services."

Greedy men were so easy to use. Fernandez, snatched the purse from the table quicker than a cat snatched a mouse and bowed again. Voldemort left the pub and put an invisibility spell over himself again. Now he would find some quiet place and go through the papers before he returned to question Granger about the content of her book.

About four hours later, he left the small library he had occupied and walked back toward the house. Realising that she probably needed food now, he stopped at a restaurant. Half-an-hour and a couple of confusing spells later he was back at the house. It was already well past midday and he hoped she hadn't tried to go out to find some food by herself. He would despise having to go and look for her.

When he stepped into the apartment, he found her at the same place he had left her, in the bed with the book. Really, he should know the girl better by now. Give her a book and she would forget everything else. Smiling, he placed the food at the kitchen table and went over to break her away from her reading.

"Food," he said and nudged her shoulder.

Granger looked up, disorientated at first. When she saw him, a blush crept over her cheeks. Voldemort was very interested to find out where that came from but decided to ignore it for now.

"I brought you food," he said and pointed at the kitchenette. "Eat."

She stretched as she stood. "Merlin, I'm hungry. What time is it?"

"Well, it is just after one, local time, but in Greece it's already evening. I'm surprised you weren't hungry before."

"I forget to be hungry when I read," she said shyly and walked over to the kitchenette.

"I noticed," he remarked and looked at the book she had read. It appeared she was almost finished. Not that the book was thick, and there were many illustrations. Hermione seemed to have reached the chapter about male and female interacting in a group. He had found the book very interesting even if he knew most of it from his own experience. It was written by a wizard and a witch who had both studied Muggle psychology.

He let her eat in peace and scanned through the pages she had read. When he looked up again, she was watching him with a curious, yet shy, face.

"What do you think of the book?" he asked.

"It had a lot of information. But is it really the same in all situations for everyone?" she asked.

Voldemort smiled. "No, of course not. This only gives you a main idea on how you can act with a human and what signs to look for to find out his or hers intentions."

Granger came over to the bed again with a look of worried fascination.

"I never thought of any of this before," she admitted and sat down at the foot of the bed.

"Well, now we will see if you remember what you have read," he said. "What are the typical physical signs for nervousness?"

"Sweating, shifty-eyes…" she started to rabble a lot of things which once again proved how good memory she had.

He asked her a lot of other questions from the book. About how people acted when they felt threatened, which signals she should give out to make people trust her, how to know what peoples intention were and so on.

During the questioning, he got the impulse to test if she would recognise the signs of flirtation. It was very amusing for him. He moved closer, lowered his voice a little and didn't hide the attraction in his eyes. It would be interesting to see what she would make of it.

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If Hermione didn't have the book in fresh memory, she may not have realised that he was flirting with her. However, she had just read the book and was well aware that Voldemort was indeed flirting with her. That was puzzling of course, but what was even more puzzling was the fact that she didn't mind.

Those thoughts were running around at the back of her mind, but she was focused more on what it would be like to kiss the most evil of wizards. Did she want to kiss him? Yes. Why? Perhaps it was because he showed interest, or perhaps because she wanted to experience a kiss that most likely wouldn't turn into an attempted rape. But, truth be told, she had no fucking clue. All she knew was that she leaned even closer towards him and let her lips touch his. It was barely a kiss, more like a peck, but his cold lips still managed to give her a pleasant shiver as she withdrew again.

Not until she opened her eyes did she realise that she had closed them. Voldemort was watching her with a small smile and his eyes very burning with a dark red glow. It wasn't scary, but it made her feel a bit uneasy. Then he blinked and the glow was gone. He gave her another smile.

"It seems like you have studied this as carefully as any other subject," he said softly and rose from the bed. "I'm quite certain you won't grow up fearing men. Now we have other things to do."

With that, the moment was over and Hermione started to feel quite puzzled over what she had done. However, those thoughts would have to wait for another time. Voldemort was handing her a file.

"Do you know Spanish?" he asked.

"Very little," she admitted. "I'm better with Latin."

Voldemort muttered something how only the Hogwarts staff would only teach dead language since they were ancient themselves and opened the file. "An associate here in Mexico has managed to find quite a bit of information about Teotihuacán. Apparently there has been some strange findings at the place. We will go to the city first, then we will see where it leads us."

Hermione nodded. That sounded reasonable. She scanned the file and the pictures in it.

After a moment he took the file back. "Now, I suggest you try to get some sleep. Tonight, we will be going to Teotihuacán."

Despite the fact that she had a lot to think about, Hermione managed to fall asleep and was awoken hours later by Voldemort nudging her. She sat up and noticed that it was dark outside.

"Time to leave," he said and threw her a robe. "It's quite cold outside, you may need this."

"How will we get there?" she asked and covered a yawn as she got dressed.

"Fly, of course," he said with a smirk. "Eat this."

He handed her a melon and a slice of bread. She ate and looked over his shoulder as he studied a map which seemed to be of the city.

"I didn't know it was so big," she remarked when she had swallowed the last bite.

"It is, but tonight we will start here at the Pyramid of the Moon," he said and pointed at a rectangle on the map.

"Why there?" she asked.

He folded the map and put it inside his robe. "Because it's at the end of the avenue of the dead and if we want to find anything about their ancestors, it seems logical to start where the dead begins."

Hermione frowned. "But how do you know what's the beginning and the end of the avenue? I mean, didn't it have pyramids at both ends?"

"Yes, but the other pyramid is called the Sun and how many cultures do you know that associate death with the sun?" he asked, clearly starting to get annoyed. He walked toward the door.

However, Hermione had never been one to give up a dispute and she followed him through the door. "But many cultures associate the sun with the beginning, so what if their ancestors or stories about them are at the beginning?"

Voldemort scowled at her as he locked the door behind them. "Who is the Master here?"

"That is not a good argument," she snorted.

He smacked her at the back of her head and continued to walk up the stairs. "Just do what I tell you to do."

"Ouch! I thought you wanted my knowledge and insight," she complained. "And right now, my insight tells me that you haven't really thought this through…"

He growled and pushed her up against her wall. Once again she was struck by how incredible strong he was for such a thin person. "Miss Granger, are you continuing this argument because you are so sure of yourself or because you want me to become physical with you again, anyway you can?"

Hermione really hadn't thought about it like that, but there was a small part of her who was giddy because he was pressing himself against her. It was the same part that had been giddy about the kiss. That made the bigger part of her very annoyed.

"No! I just don't want to spend a whole night, or more, investigating the wrong pyramid!" she answered, distressed.

"But you don't mind this at all?" he mumbled into her ear.

"No! I mean, yes, I mean… get off me!" She brought her hands up and pushed him away.

He stepped back, but took a hold of her hands instead. "Very well, Miss Granger," he said and with a tiny smile he kissed both her hands. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I forced myself upon a poor defenceless woman?"

She snatched her hands back. "I'm not defenceless! And you are not a gentleman!"

He rolled his eyes. "I think we'll have to continue this conversation another time. Right now we have a pyramid to search. Oh, and we will start with the Pyramid of the Moon because it's the oldest pyramid."

"Why didn't you say that?" she exclaimed. That was a much more valid reason.

He smirked at her. "For the fun of argumentation."

She pulled out her tongue at him.

The flight to Teotihuacán didn't take more than fifteen minutes. Hermione was actually brave enough to look over the edge of the carpet when Voldemort said that they could spot the city. It was much bigger than she had imagined and it was a sight she wouldn't forget for as long as she lived. It was a creation of big and small stone buildings which must have taken centuries to build. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the big Pyramid of the Sun and felt a little relived over not having to search the big pyramid tonight. Voldemort turned the carpet toward the northern side of the city and she saw the Pyramid of the Moon. It was smaller, but yet very impressive. She wondered if they would find something there tonight.

"Do you remember how we searched for magic?" he asked when they had landed at the top of the Pyramid.

"Vividly," she replied dryly and pulled her robe tightly against her body. The wind was blowing a lot up here and the night was cold.

"Good. As you know, this pyramid has been redone several times over the ages. Muggles as well as wizards have tried to find what the original craft are and who build it. However, the wizards here don't know the method I do to find magic." Voldemort explained. "Come here, Miss Granger."

Reluctant, both over her memory of the last time they did this and over how her body seemed to betray her when she was close to him, she stepped into his arms.

"Close your eyes," he mumbled into her ear. "Let me guide."

Hermione took a deep breath and let him use her magic again. Just as the last time it felt wonderful to experience everything around her in a new way, but a part of her was worrying about what they would find.

Voldemort led her down through the pyramid. There were a lot of both living and dead things inside it. He stopped to look closer at a body in the middle of the pyramid, but when they couldn't find any magical traces he continued downward. There seemed to be tunnels under the pyramid as well. Some of them had been searched by wizards not so long ago and Hermione was confused by all the traces of magic she saw. Voldemort didn't seem distracted at all, he just let their consciousness wander deeper down. Then she noticed a glimmer. Something was pulsing deep down under the pyramid, it felt alive but she knew it wasn't a human or an animal. The shape was wrong.

Before she had time to examine it, he pulled their magic back into their bodies again. It felt very much like a head rush and Hermione was very grateful when Voldemort continued to hold her tightly for a moment.

"What was that?" she asked once she regained control over her body again.

"I'm not sure," he answered. "But I think I know who to ask. Come on, we have to fly down."

Hermione stepped on the carpet and a moment later they were at the foot of the pyramid. Voldemort started to speak Parsel, the language of the serpents. Hermione had heard Harry speak it once before, but that time had been very scary. Now, if felt more natural, somehow she could hear that Voldemort really knew this language and was used to speaking it. It was like when her grandmother had spoken Irish, Hermione didn't know that language either, but it came out so natural.

Although, she didn't feel so good when serpents started to appear from every direction. She wasn't really afraid of serpents, not like she was with flying, but she had never liked them either. Some of the ones gathering around Voldemort were fairly big as well. They looked at her when they passed and Hermione found herself taking a few steps up the pyramid to get further away from them.

Voldemort sat down on a sandy stone and touched the serpents which seemed more than eager to please him.

"Do you want to say hello, Miss Granger?" Voldemort asked with an amused glance at her. "They won't bite you."

Trembling slightly, but determined not to show her fear, she stepped down from the stone and walked over to the group of serpents. She sat down slowly and bit her lip as two snakes crawled up in her lap. They weren't big, but still bigger than she was used to, maybe two feet long each.

"Those two are usually called rattlesnakes," Voldemort explained affectionately. "You hear how the end of their tail rattles? They are very common in this part of the world."

Hermione gave the two snakes a shaky smile and pattered them. They felt surprisingly warm and soft. Another much smaller snake made its way up her knee. While the other two were as thick as her wrist, this one was about as thick as her finger. It was more colourful than the other two as well, red and orange.

"That's a very young Coral Snake," Voldemort said. "Make sure not to startle him, he is quite toxic."

Hermione froze and Voldemort chuckled and called the little snake back to him. Another, much bigger Coral Snake came up to him as well and Voldemort started to speak with it. Hermione turned her attention to the serpents around her again. A snake she recognised as a boa constrictor was curiously peaking over her shoulder. Hermione held up her hand for it and the snake pulled out its tongue to sniff her. It tickled and Hermione muffled a laugh. She started to relax and she patted the other snakes around her as well.

"Coral Snakes are known to spend most of their time underground," Voldemort explained to her. "This family lives under this pyramid and they say that the pulsing thing we felt has been under the pyramid for a very, very long time. Since we can't follow the snake's way down to it as humans, I'll transform myself into a serpent and follow them. I'll be back in a little while; the snakes here will guard you."

"But…" What if the snakes decided to attack her when she was alone? However, Voldemort had already morphed himself into a snake and disappeared with a couple of others into a crack in the pyramid.

Hermione sighed and looked at the snakes again. "Well, you'll be nice, right?"

One of the snakes stuck his head in under her hair and tickled her. Hermione took that as a yes.

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Voldemort followed his fellow snakes deep down under the stones. He wasn't exactly an Animagus because he could morph himself into a lot of different animals and different species as well. He only knew a few others who could do it and suspected some other wizards who would be able to do it if they tried. Most wizards were usually satisfied to become just one animal. Voldemort seldom felt satisfied.

The deeper they came under the ground, the clearer Voldemort felt the strange pulse of the mystical object. After a while the snakes didn't want to go further so they just showed him which way he should take to get closer to the object. Since he could tell how uneasy the snakes were by this strange magic, he let them leave and slithered through the final crack alone.

The vibrations told him he had landed inside a very big cave. He transformed back to his human form to get a better perspective. It was completely dark, but yet he managed to feel everything. In the middle of the cave, there was some sort of pillar and it was on top of it the pulse came. He walked toward it slowly, reluctant to try any magic inside this strange place. As he came closer to the pillar, he noticed how it was humming. It vibrated inside the cave and made him feel strangely calm. His hands found the pillar and he was surprised by how soft it was. He moved his hands upwards and found the top of the pillar. There was a small thing there which felt like a stone. When he touched it, he was for a moment blinded by a yellowish light. As the cave lightened up he discovered writings and pictures on the walls. The pictures illustrated a story about a small group of people which had been banished from a land far away and then travelled over the sea to a new land. But it seemed like they had been forced to move again and again until they, many generations later, managed to find this place. The moon had pointed it out for them and with the help of the stars they had build this city as a memory of the first paradise they had been banished from and still hoped to return to.

At least that was what Voldemort thought the pictures illustrated. It would be very helpful to understand the writings, but he didn't. It resembled the text in the book from Atlantis, but not so much the symbols they had found in Egypt. This had to be yet another type. But he was sure that if he could just understand the text in the book, it wouldn't be hard to figure out the meaning of this. After all, it had been quite easy for him to learn French, Spanish, Romanian and Italian after mastering Latin.

He needed to take pictures of this. The problem was that his camera was outside with Granger and he wasn't sure he could Apparate from here. It was stupid to try Apparate from a place you knew was magical, but didn't know in what way. If he was unlucky, he could get sucked into that strange lighting stone. Although, shouldn't there be an exit here somewhere? He looked closely at the walls. At one place, stones seemed to have fallen in. That was probably the exit.

Very carefully, he used his wand to move the stones. After maybe fifteen minutes he managed to make an opening big enough for him to go through. He found himself in a narrowed tunnel, but if he bent down, he could walk through it. There were only two times where he did was forced to clear the way from stones, but after half an hour, he was out in the open again. Surprisingly he wasn't at the Pyramid of the Moon anymore. It appeared the entrance to the cave was at another, much smaller pyramid. Not worrying too much about that, he walked back to Granger. She was talking to the snakes even if none of them understood what she was saying. Voldemort smiled. The girl should become a teacher.

She seemed relieved when she saw him. "Did you find anything?"

He nodded. "Take the bag and come with me."

Hermione rose carefully and he thanked the serpents for keeping her company and wished them a good life. The snakes disappeared as Granger stood.

"What did you find?" she asked curiously.

"In a minute," he said and led her down the tunnel. It didn't take as long to get down as it had taken for him get up, but Granger stumbled more than once and when they finally were at the cave, she stumbled over one of the stones he had removed and fell over him. In a very uncharacteristic moment of clumsiness, he didn't manage to catch the girl, but fell onto the ground as well. He dropped his wand and the light went out. Since the stone object had gone dark when he stopped touching it as well, they were in complete darkness. He noticed how she started to breathe harder and she squeezed his arm. It seemed like the little Gryffindor wasn't very keen of darkness either.

"Sorry," she whispered.

Her body felt warm and nice against his. Suddenly he was overcome by the strange calmness again and he figured she was too because she loosened her hard grip of his arm and let out a sigh. Her head came down against his chest. He stroked her hair away from his face, but felt no urge whatsoever to push her away.

"No worries," he mumbled.

Perhaps he should persuade Granger into doing other things with him. She was young and formable, it wouldn't be hard to teach her what he liked. They did have a lot in common and she would most likely be even better than Bella had been when she was young. Granger was easy to teach and so eager to please.

He noticed how he had started to stroke her back. She had removed the cloak a while ago because it got stuck in small cracks all the time and now just her t-shirt that was in the way. Very slowly, his hand found its way under the hem of the shirt and he touched her skin. It felt very soft and he felt how she shuddered. He moved his hand up under her t-shirt and caressed the spotless skin.

She slid up a bit and he could feel her face just over his. Since he couldn't see her, he didn't know what expression she wore, but it couldn't have been a bad one because in the next moment, she pressed her lips against his. This was a real kiss. She opened her mouth a little and he nibbled her lower lip. She stuck out her tongue in an awkward way that told him she wasn't used to this, but it didn't matter, he didn't mind showing her. She learned fast. His hands caressed her sides and she moved a little on top of him. That was when he noticed something was wrong. He was aroused and yet, there was no answer downstairs. He felt how she moved against his organ, but it didn't even twitch.

It would seem that his suspicions about being unable to become erect had been correct. Damn.

He didn't think Granger would notice, but he really didn't want her to, so he carefully ended the kiss (he didn't want to frighten her not to be this intimate again!). "As pleasant as this is, I do think we have more pressings matters to attend to."

She quickly withdrew. "Oh! Sorry."

He found his wand and lit it again. "Don't be, Miss Granger. If I didn't want you to kiss me, I wouldn't have let you."

She was blushing furiously and trying to hide it by digging around in the bag for the camera. She looked so fuckable and yet… his cock was dead. Damn it!

Not wanting her to notice his frustration, he walked over to the pillar again and made the stone shine. Behind him, Granger gasped.

"Make sure you take pictures of everything," he ordered her and sat down again with a notepad and a copy of the Atlantis book. "I'll see if I recognise anything."

He could see that she was eager to have something else to do, because she quickly went to work and tried not to look at him. However, he found himself musing more about his cock problem than finding symbols on the wall that looked like the ones in the book. When had it happen? He had lost his body seventeen years ago, and after that he didn't even have a cock. But even before he lost his body, how long was it since he last had sex? The year before his setback (he didn't like calling losing his body a defeat, it was merely a setback) had been very busy and Bella, whom he had been quite exclusive with at the time, seldom managed to get him in bed. Although, hadn't it been that one time around Easter? Yes, he had been angry and Bella teased him and he decided to take his anger out on her. That was why they hadn't had sex again after that, he hurt her quite bad. Not that she hadn't enjoyed it…

He was pulled away from his thoughts by Granger calling for him. He looked up just in time to see the wall she was leaning against giving in and her letting out a surprised "wops!". A moment later a crash and an "whoops!" came. Voldemort sighed and stood up, planning to give her a lecture for not being careful enough.

Then she let out the highest, most terrified scream he had ever heard.
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