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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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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Mohaha, so the cliff-hanger in the last chapter wasn’t very nice. Then you should be glad this chapter came so quickly!

Warning! Angst. The first part of this chapter is rather angst-filled. However, if you don’t know what it’s about, it will be hard to follow the rest of the chapter… so just skim through it, okay?

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Chapter 7

It was the moon's fault. When she fell down in the cave, Hermione hadn't been able to see a thing at first. Then her eyes adjusted and just enough light entered the cave for her to see what it contained. The sight made her scream. She was in a mass tomb. Mummies, skeletons and corpses were lying on top of each other all around her, most of them looked really old, but some of them were fresh and the smell made her sick. She screamed and screamed and tried to find somewhere to run, but the bodies were everywhere. Looking at her with empty, dead eyes or holes where the eyes used to sit.

Someone touched her. She had no air left in her lungs to scream anymore. She tried to breathe, knowing that she had to breathe. Breathing was very important, even if she couldn't remember why.

"Hermione!"

Her name. Someone turned her head away from the bodies and she found herself staring into flaming red eyes. They looked worried. She began to cry hysterically. Voldemort held her closely and she felt the sensation of Apparation. They were outside again and a fresh cold wind was blowing against her, but she could still smell the stench from the half decomposed bodies. She vomited again and again until what felt like everything she had ever eaten left her body.

Voldemort handed her a wet towel. She wiped her face clean, and lay down with her head in his lap.

"What was that?" she asked, her voice hoarse from all the screaming.

"I believe we may have stumbled over a dumping place," Voldemort answered and stroked her hair away from her face. "There is a drug-war going on here, but I never thought they would desecrate a cultural place like this." He sounded bitter.

Hermione sobbed. "I want to go home."

"We will fly back to Greece first thing tomorrow…"

"No!" she interrupted him. "I want to go home, to Hogwarts or to mum and dad!"

Voldemort sighed. "I told you I'll let you write to your parents, but I won't let you leave."

She cried harder and wrapped her fist around the fabric of his pants. She felt so lost and helpless. "I hate you! I hate you so much!"

She understood that she had angered him when he pulled her up, but she just didn't care. How could she care when she would never go home and all those people were lying there under the pyramid? It felt like they would haunt after her because she had disturbed them.

"I won't stand for this insolence," he growled at her. "We will go back to the apartment now and you will calm down!"

He Apparated again, and in the next moment they were at the apartment. When he let go of her, she felt nauseas and wrapped her arms around her body. She heard the rustle of bottles and looked over to Voldemort. He emptied the small bag with potions that Snape had given her on the desk. Then, he took two bottles and walked back to her. He grabbed her shoulder and walked her into the bathroom. It was really a nice bathroom with white tile and a huge Jacuzzi, but Hermione just wanted to lie down and cry. Voldemort placed her on the toilet cover and filled the bathtub with hot steaming water. Then he dumped the content of the two bottles in it and turned to her again.

"Strip and jump in," he ordered her, sternly. "Breathe in the fumes, they will help you relax."

Hermione just stared at him. Did he really think a bath would help her? However, it would be nice to wash away the stench. She stood up and when he turned around, she stripped off all her clothes. When she was in the water, he looked back at her.

"Burn the clothes," she told him in a low voice.

Voldemort took out his wand and pointed at the clothes. A moment later they were ashes. Hermione cried softly, maybe this was the universe's way of punishing her for kissing Voldemort? It had to be. She didn't know why she had done it, just look at him. He didn't even look human, he was evil and sadistic and nasty and… oh so clever. Merlin, this had to be the universe's way to tell her to stop being attracted to men just because they were clever.

"Do you know that you are as readable as an open book?" he asked her.

Hermione winced and hid her face against her knees. She wanted to go home where things were simple and boring. After just two weeks in Voldemort's company, she had almost been raped twice, drained of all her power, met a bunch of snakes, travelled around in three different continents and learned more than she would have in half a year at Hogwarts! Oh, and now she had also landed on a dumping ground!

"Do you want me to massage you?" Voldemort asked in a low voice.

Hermione looked up, horrified, remembering the last time he offered a massage. "No! Look, I should never have kissed you. I don't know why I did it! But we really shouldn't… do things."

He didn't look happy at that. "Oh? So why is it you have a contraceptive potion?"

She gaped. "What?"

"I saw one among the other potions," he said with narrowing eyes. "Do you want me to believe Severus just happened to put it there?"

"Yes! I sure as hell didn't ask for it," she retorted.

Voldemort placed his fingertips against his forehead and sighed. "We won't have this conversation now when you are clearly very upset. Stay here for a while. Relax. I'll go back to retrieve our things."

Hermione sat up fast. "No! Don't leave me alone!" She didn't feel like being alone, even if she may not want to be in the same room as him.

Voldemort gave her a half smile. "It will only take five minutes. And if something would happen, just press your mark and think of me, hard."

Hermione looked down at her arm where the tattoo was. She had almost forgotten she had it. "O-okay."

"I'll be right back," he assured her and Disapparated.

Hermione lay back in the tub, feeling a bit silly over her swaying emotions. Although, were they really silly? The fumes were making her more relaxed, obviously, but it had still been very scary. She shivered at the thought of the bodies and tried to think of something else, like the mystical symbols on the wall. Everywhere they went there were strange symbols. They were shaped a bit differently, but she knew they were the same type of language. If they could just understand what they meant… hm…

In her mind, the symbols came back to her. She had a very good memory; some even asked if she had photographic memory. She didn't, but she did remember what she saw, and she was good at putting facts together. Right before she fell down to… that place… she had seen a symbol that reminded her of a skull. That was why she had called Voldemort. Most of the symbols looked like gibberish, but this had actually looked like something. Was it a word or just that, a symbol? It couldn't be a coincident that the symbol had been right over an opening. What if, under all the fresh corpses, there was someone really, really old buried?

Hermione shuddered again when she thought about the corpses, all around her, stinking, rotting corpses. She pulled her knees against her chest. Why was it that all common sense seemed to disappear when you were scared? She knew dead corpses couldn't harm you (well, unless they had been hexed by an evil wizard) but she still felt like the corpses had been aware she was there. It was silly, of course. Silly, silly, silly. She was silly. Of course corpses couldn't come after you. They were dead. Dead, dead, dead.

She jumped when the bathroom door opened, but relaxed when she saw that it was just Voldemort.

He rolled his eyes when he saw her. "You have been scaring yourself by thinking, haven't you?"

"Well, I can't very well stop thinking," she mumbled.

"I guess not," he said with a sigh. "Will you be able to sleep?"

She shook her head.

"Well, you seem to have come down from your hysteria. Do you think you'll be able to help me go through our findings?" he asked.

"Okay, let me just shower off and… could you give me some clothes?" she asked.

He nodded and went to get her some clothes. When he left again, she quickly showered and dressed in a thick red sweatshirt and jeans. She placed her hair in a bun. Since she hadn't bothered with all those miraculous hair-products Malfoy had bought for her, her hair was frizzier than she ever remembered it being.

Voldemort was sitting on the floor when she came out, photos and notes spread all around him. When she raised an eyebrow he just shrugged and said; "The desk wasn't big enough."

"I can see that," she remarked and sat down on her knees and found the last picture she had taken before she fell down. "Do you think this is a skull?" She told him about the thought she had had in the bath.

Voldemort studied the photo. "Yes, it does look like it… I wonder whom the tomb was for and how the ones dumping bodies found it."

Hermione shuddered. "We don't have to go back there, do we?"

"You won't have too. But I doubt I will find anything useful there. If a criminal organisation is using it as a dumping ground, they have no doubt already searched it for anything that can be worth selling. I'll order someone to find if any artefacts have been moved and where they are now."

"Good," she said and nibbled her lower lip. When she looked at him again she saw that he was watching her with a weird expression on his face, kind of like he was in pain and confused about it. "What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. Let's see if we can understand anything of this."

They went back to work, but as morning came, Hermione started to drift away and soon she was asleep over the notes. She was aware someone carried her over to the bed, but too tired to really wake up.

After a couple of hours, she began to dream nightmares and when she finally managed to wake up, she felt sick again.

"Voldemort?" she called out, just needing the presence of another living being.

"What?" The door to the bathroom opened and Voldemort stuck out his head.

"Oh… I just wondered where you were," she said, feeling a bit silly.

"I'm right here." He closed the door again and Hermione sank back in the bed. Had he just taken a shower? It felt strange, somehow. Like Snape dressing in something colourful.

She sighed, the fear from the dream sipping away. The sun was shining into the apartment as well. It was hard to be scared when the sun was shining so brightly. It made her hysteria from the night look even more pathetic. Merlin. She pressed her hands against her head, willing herself not to think about it.

Voldemort came out from the bathroom again, fully dressed in his usual black robe. Hermione observed him. He didn't look like he had just taken a shower, but he smelled of soap. Her curious side just couldn't stand not knowing whether or not he did shower. "Did you shower?"

"I did." He seemed a bit suspicious about her question. "Why?"

"It just never occurred to me that you did such trivial things," she admitted.

Voldemort snorted. "Well, sometimes I do. Especially after I have been… interrogating someone. It can become rather messy."

She frowned. "Whom did you interrogate?"

"The pleasant gentleman who decided that an almost three thousand year old pyramid was suitable as a dumping ground," he replied.

"Oh." Hermione couldn't really be angry with Voldemort then. "Had they stolen any artefacts?"

"They had and already sold it on," he replied bitterly and sat down on the bed. "But I believe Lucius will be able to find them in due time."

"Okay, good," Hermione sat up and covered a yawn with her hand as she stretched with the other arm.

At once the tension in the room increased. Voldemort's eyes fell to her breasts which were barely covered by her bra. Hermione realised that Voldemort must have undressed her as he put her in bed and the thought made her feel bothered. Did he like what he saw?

Not that she cared. No, it was just that… no one wanted to be ugly. But that didn't mean she wanted to kiss him again, because she didn't! Those two kisses yesterday was just a sign that she was becoming mad of the constant company of Death Eaters. She wasn't attracted by him.

Voldemort sighed. "Stop questioning yourself, Granger. You will only give yourself a headache."

"Are you inside my mind?" she asked, angry.

"No, but from your expression I can tell that you are either questioning yourself or you really have to go to the bathroom," he remarked cheekily. "And I know you well enough by now to be certain that if you had a call of nature, you would just excuse yourself."

Hermione felt like smacking him and for some reason, she decided to reach out and do just that. However, Voldemort didn't seem to like the idea of being smacked by an angry girl because he grabbed her wrist before she managed to hit him. This didn't do much to improve her mood and she reached out with her other hand to smack the hand holding her. He grabbed her other hand as well.

"Stop it!" she hissed and moved a little closer so she would be able to knee him in the groin.

"Oh, no you won't." Voldemort hissed when he saw where she was aiming and let go of her hand in favour of protecting his, no doubt, prized area. He pierced her naked thigh with his fingernails when he stopped her leg from hitting him.

The pain made Hermione even more furious with him. How dared he just do as he pleased with her? She was not his toy in any way!

She let out a furious growl and hit him in the chest with her now free left hand. Voldemort answered by bending her right arm in a very painful way which forced her to turn her whole upper body away from him. When she couldn't reach him in any dangerous way anymore, he forced her down, stomach first, on the mattress. He let go of her arm and used his whole body weight to keep her down.

"You shouldn't play with me, Hermione," he growled into her ear, certain he had her contained now.

Unfortunately for Voldemort, he didn't weight much and even if Hermione was rather petite, she did have some muscles. She pushed her arse upwards first, making him lose balance, and then she used her shoulder and hip to roll him off her. Before he managed to regroup, she had straddled him and was pressing his arms down.

"And you shouldn't tease me," she retorted in triumph.

He growled and broke his arms away from her grip. Hermione tried to catch them again. When she didn't succeed, she gripped the fabric of the front of his robe and held in it as she tightened her grip with her legs around his waist so he couldn't push her away. The fabric tore when he gave her an extra hard push and she fell backwards over his legs. Letting go of the fabric, she fought with all her might not to fall underneath him again. For the following moment she wasn't sure where her limbs began and his ended, but she knew she managed to bite down his shoulder really hard.

"Granger!" he finally roared. "Stop it, or I will start using my wand!"

She was still straddling him, but now they were both lying on their side. He was lying on her right leg and holding the other so she couldn't use it to hit him. He was also holding her right hand down against the mattress. Her left hand was free; she had tried to use it to push him away, but now she stopped. She still had enough sense to know a Dark Lord with a wand was a very dangerous creature.

"Fine," she spat and let her hand sink down between them.

Voldemort sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "Salazar girl, what am I to do with you?"

"You shouldn't do anything with me," she mumbled. "You should let me go."

He looked at her with an unpleasant smirk. "Do I have to tattoo any other of your body parts to make you understand that I own you?"

"Bastard," she hissed.

"Don't try my patience, Granger," he hissed back and smacked her thigh with his hand.

Hermione was suddenly well aware that she was only in her underwear and that Voldemort didn't smell and feel all that bad. Voldemort seemed to realise it too because his eyes fell down to her naked leg and he got a small frown on his face. His hand started to move upwards over her arse. It sent a pleasant shiver up her spine and she wondered whether or not she should start to touch him.

That thought made her feel quite troubled. One part of her just wanted to feel good by the hands of a man, but another part was well aware that this was Lord Voldemort and not a man you were supposed to like in any way. However, she was quite curious about how it would feel to be touched by him. The long kiss they shared yesterday had made her feel all giddy and happy. It was when the light came back she had started to regret it. So maybe this touching session would feel nice, but when it was over she would probably feel sick.

Before she managed to decide what to do, Voldemort's hand stopped. She looked into his eyes and saw a regretful frustration. He withdrew from her and sat up in the bed. "You should go and get ready. I want to leave as soon as possible."

She knew she was rejected and didn't like the feeling. She especially didn't like the fact that she didn't know why. Yesterday he had implied that he liked kissing her. What was different now? Was it because she had acted so pathetic last night? That was so unfair! Biting her lip so she wouldn't scream out her frustration she left the bed and walked to the bathroom, slamming the door closed.

On the flight home, she didn't speak to him at all. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't because he hadn't kissed her, but because she didn't like to be rejected without an explanation. However, she knew she was lying to herself; she had wanted him to kiss her again. It was wrong and it made her feel guilty, which she also blamed on Voldemort. Alas, the flight home was tense. The only positive thing was that she was too angry to be afraid of flying.

When they landed in Greece, it was late afternoon. She took her things and planned to march straight up to her room and sulk, but was stopped at the doorway by Malfoy. He wouldn't let her pass and she was about to growl at him when Voldemort came up behind them.

"What happened?" he asked.

"The werewolf sent a letter to his friends," Malfoy said irritably. "And he won't say what he wrote."

Hermione became afraid for her friend's life as well as curious of how he had managed to send a letter.

"Where is he?" Voldemort asked in a cold voice.

"In his room. Severus is guarding him at the moment. We were just waiting for your return," Malfoy said and turned his eyes to Hermione. "And to see if Miss Granger knew anything."

Voldemort spun her around, looking at her coldly. "Did you?"

Hermione was about to say no when she remembered their first night here when she had got the feeling Remus was about to do something Voldemort wouldn't like. Could it be this he had implied?

Her hesitation was enough for Voldemort. His eyes narrowed and he looked… disappointed. "Escort Miss Granger to her room, Lucius and make sure she doesn't leave. I'll be with you as soon as I've had a chat with the werewolf."

Lucius smirked unpleasantly and grabbed her arm. "Of course, my Lord."

Hermione wasn't sure if she should say anything or not. When she saw how furious Voldemort was, she thought it may be better to wait until he had calmed down a little. There was nothing she could say that would help Remus now, but maybe there would be something she could say to save them both later. She just had to think about it.

Malfoy dragged her up to her room and locked both doors. First then did she realise that she would have to be alone with him until Voldemort came. That scared her. Was he going to do something to make her talk? She really didn't want Malfoy, or anyone, to torture her.

"Sit down, Miss Granger, you may have to wait for some time," Malfoy said with a nasty smile and transfigured a chair for himself.

Hesitatingly, Hermione sat down on the bed. She tried not to twist her hands in anxiety. Instead she nibbled her lower lip.

Malfoy studied her closely. "I wonder how he will decide to torture you."

Her eyes widened. "W-what?"

"Well, there are many ways to get people to talk. The Dark Lord has always favoured the classical ways to inflict pain. Most of the time, I think he just likes to watch other suffer and doesn't care much about the information," he said, almost thoughtfully.

Hermione repressed a shudder.

"If you are nice, I could interrogate you," he continued with a smile. "You see, Severus never liked the bloody way we use on girls such as yourself. He invented a potion that has proven very successful."

Hermione watched him suspiciously, but didn't say anything.

"You see, it's a lust-potion, but not like other lust-potions. If you drink any other lust-potion, the effect will disappear after some time. With this lust-potion, your need for sex will increase by every moment and if you don't get the antidote, you will become insane by need. So far, everyone we have interrogated with this method have started to talk long before they have turned insane and generous as we are, we have given them the antidote." Malfoy's eyes glimmered with sadistic joy.

This time Hermione didn't manage to repress the shudder and she couldn't stop herself from asking; "What is the antidote?"

Malfoy snickered. "Sperm. But don't worry, Miss Granger, it doesn't have to be taken orally. In fact it's more effective when taken… another way."

She made a grimace. "Then I think I'll rather be tortured by the Dark Lord."

He seemed a bit taken aback, but then his eyes narrowed. "Is that so?"

She nodded. Pain she could handle, but if she had to live with the fact that she had begged Malfoy to fuck her, she may just go insane anyway.

Malfoy didn't seem pleased by her answer, but thankfully he didn't say anything else. Hermione tried not to show how nervous she was as they waited, but with her new improved hearing, she flinched every time a sound came from Remus' room. She wasn't sure if they were torturing him or not, because she couldn't make out any words, just angry voices and things breaking.

They sat there for almost half-an-hour before the door from Voldemort's room opened and a very furious Dark Lord strode inside. "Lucius, leave."

Malfoy seemed a bit disappointed not to get a chance to witness what was about to happen, but clearly he could see now wasn't a time to argue with his master. He stood, bowed and left.

Voldemort locked both doors and also muttered a silencing spell over the room. Hermione wondered what was about to happen but didn't dare ask. Voldemort was pacing back and forth in the room. After a moment he stopped right in front of her.

"Did you know?" he asked angrily.

She just stared up at him, not sure what he meant.

That made Voldemort even more furious. He took a hard grip on her shoulders and shook her. "Answer me, girl! Did you know what your friend was planning?"

"No!" Hermione answered and tried to wriggle free from his grip.

He stopped shaking her but held her down. "What did you know then?"

"I didn't know anything." To her great distress, tears started to run down her cheeks. "The first night I got the feeling he was going to do something you wouldn't like! But I didn't ask and then with everything happening I forgot and it was just tonight I remembered again!"

For a moment it looked like Voldemort was going to yell at her, but then he hissed something under his breath and let go of her forcefully. He started pacing again and Hermione rubbed her shoulders.

"Well, thanks to Lupin, I may now have to kill Potter anyway," Voldemort finally said.

"What? No!" Hermione flew up.

Voldemort turned to her again with a grimace. "I rather not spill any more time on that cursed boy! But Lupin sent a letter, telling Potter what I'm looking for. I won't let anyone stop me and if Potter tries, I will kill him. So you better work even more effectively now. I want to find Atlantis before anyone finds me!"

Hermione didn't know what made her do it, but she went up to the angry Dark Lord and embraced him. "I will, please don't kill Harry."

She felt him take a deep breath. One of his hands came up to her hair. Hermione got a feeling he sniffed it, but in the next moment he took a step back. He stroked some straws of hair away from her face.

"Work quickly and I won't have to," he mumbled and let his hand fall to his side again. "Go and get something to eat, but don't sit up and read too long. I want to begin early tomorrow."

Hermione nodded and got shy under his instance look. "I just need to use the bathroom first."

Voldemort let out a sound that could be a snort, but also a cough. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

He left the room and a moment later Hermione did too. She went straight to the bathroom. She had felt the need to use the toilet since they came back, but thankfully it hadn't been so urgent. She pulled down her trousers and knickers and sat down.

Then she cursed.

It would appear her period had begun. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She hadn't seen any pads or tampons anywhere and she wasn't sure if the men had bought any. You could of course transfigure some, but that required a wand. She would have to ask someone to help her. Malfoy was out of the question. She was quite sure Voldemort would help her, but she wasn't sure he actually knew how modern pads or tampons looked like. For some reason, she didn't think that was something he had bothered to keep up to date with. He didn't strike her as the type women came to when they needed help in this department.

That left Snape, but did he know much about these things? Then she suddenly remembered that he had been the Head of Slytherin for years. No doubt some of the Slytherin girls came to him for help even with this sort of things. It was common knowledge that Slytherins kept their problems within their own house. Most of them went to Snape rather than to Madame Pomfrey if they were injured or ill, probably because most got their injuries in illicit ways.

Stuffing some paper in her knickers for now, she washed her hands and went toward Snape's door. She was about to knock when she heard voices inside.

"… can't help you if you don't tell me what's bothering you!" That was Snape, he sounded a bit annoyed.

"Why would anything be bothering me?" That was Voldemort. He sounded very bothered and Hermione wondered why he was denying it. She also realised that they were talking in quite low voices and if it weren't for that werewolf bit, she wouldn't have heard them. It was probably nothing she should hear either. She could go down and eat and come back and ask him later, there was no big deal…

"Oh, please, my Lord. Lupin told you everything and yet you tortured him until he collapsed."

Hermione held back a gasp and forgot all thoughts about leaving. Would Remus be okay?

"He will be fine," Voldemort muttered.

"Of course, but why him and not Granger?" She exhaled, relieved that Remus would be okay, but at once very curious about were this conversation was heading.

Silence.

"Not that I think torture is needed with Miss Granger," Snape continued when Voldemort didn't answer. "She speaks as soon as there is someone around to listen. That is probably why she is so fond of you, you actually let her ramble."

Hermione arched an eyebrow. What did Snape know of that?

"If she is so fond of me, why didn't she tell me that Lupin was planning something?" Was Voldemort whining? He sounded bitter.

"Ah, well, she is awfully loyal to her friends," Snape answered. "And are you sure she actually knew about it?" Voldemort must have nodded or something because Snape continued. "Well, as I said, she is loyal."

"She should be loyal to me!" Voldemort hissed.

"With all due respect, my Lord, do you really think a young Gryffindor such as Miss Granger will turn side over a night? Especially with us keeping such close guard of her. It will take a long time and a lot more trust from our side before she turns." Hermione made a grimace. She would never be a Death Eater.

"You believe she will turn?" Voldemort asked in a tone she couldn't make out.

"I very much doubt she will mix well with the other Death Eaters. But she doesn't seem reluctant to you," Snape said carefully.

"Is that why you gave her a contraceptive potion to take to Mexico?" Voldemort asked.

"Well, I thought it would be a shame if something happened and you would do to her as you did to Bella when you discovered she was pregnant," Snape answered quite frank. Hermione wondered if Bellatrix and Voldemort were still a couple. Not that she had anything to do with it and she didn't care at all… it was just that… she didn't know what, but she knew she didn't care, at all.

Voldemort huffed. "What kind of pervert do you take me for? The girl is an eighteen year old virgin!"

Hermione felt a bit offended. He hadn't minded her kissing him! And what right did he have to tell Snape she was a virgin? Also, what kind of bond did these two men have? Voldemort struck her as a very private man, and not someone to share his worries with anyone.

"And yet you treat her better than I have seen you treat anyone before. Despite the episode with her and the werewolf," Snape commented in a voice that Hermione would have called mocking.

A smack was heard. "Pardon me, my Lord."

They were quiet for a while and Hermione was about to leave when Voldemort spoke again. "Are you in love with her?"

"With Granger? No!" Snape sounded offended. "Why would you think that?"

"She is your type. Clever, petite… Gryffindor." Voldemort sounded taunting.

"Be as it may, I do not fall in love with my ex-students. Especially not when the competition is so great," Snape muttered the last part.

"Yes, Lucius always wants what he can't have. But Granger isn't interested in him," Voldemort said.

"I wasn't talking about him, my Lord," Snape replied smugly.

Another smack was heard. "I should torture you."

"I apologise, my Lord. You know I'm your humble servant."

Voldemort snorted and Hermione decided it was time to withdraw. All thoughts about her period had disappeared. She had a lot of thinking to do.
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