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Serpentine Series	By : HarmonyB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The weather only worsened from there on. The heavens opened and poured buckets of icy rain onto the treetops where they fell heavily on their cloak hoods. Harmony was miserable, chilled to the bone. But when she looked up into Voldemort's face, he showed no signs of weakness. Either the frozen rain had numbed his burns, or he was just too stubborn and unwilling to let her see his discomfort.
An hour after they started the trek that day, Harmony finally decided that she completely and wholeheartedly had no idea where they were heading through the forest. But Voldemort walked, her hand clutched in his, and led them on. She wasn't sure if he knew exactly where they were heading, but his purposeful steps were more assuring than her absolute uncertainty. He didn't tell her more about this new headquarters and there were moments of silence while they walked side by side.
Again and over again, the images flashed in Harmony's mind of last night's dream. The little girl in particular appeared, and she was dumbstruck at the possibility that the same little girl was growing inside her at that very moment. Blue eyes, his eyes. What would he think of the baby? Harmony had a difficult time imagining the Dark Lord Voldemort being fatherly to a child. While one moment he could be killing hundreds of Muggles and the next be picking up his little girl and hugging her into his arms.
He would be a proud father, that was certain. This child would be his heir, someone to pass on his legacy, making him immortal. Something he had always wanted.
One part of her mind was relieved that her baby would be needed, but the other half of her was worried. If Harmony's fears came true and he really was going to kill her after the child was born, he would undoubtedly teach he or she everything he knows from the strongest charms to the blackest of the Dark Arts. The child would become hungry for power, always on the run from the Ministry. The child would be restless, just like their father.
This was all the more reason for Harmony to stay alive after the child was born. Alive, she would be able to keep her child from becoming just another Wanted criminal on the Ministry's list. She needed to stay alive, even if that meant waiting for as long as she possible could to tell him.
Perhaps the dream was only an overactive recreation of what she once feared most in Lord Voldemort: his capability to kill anyone at will. Or perhaps it was the other way around; perhaps the dream was showing what Voldemortmost feared. He had killed his mother and he had killed her, his heir. If he desired to rule the world, why kill everyone, leaving no one left to rule? Perhaps what he most feared was loneliness. Abandonment.
Harmony scrunched the rain water from her eyes and rubbed her temple with a drenched hand. A dull pain was starting to pulse through her head. She was thinking too much. So many questions. Some answers could only come with time.
While they walked on in silence, Harmony clutched his hand tighter and day dreamed of a perfect life with the man beside her. They could be living somewhere far away—on a beach maybe—just the three of them. Maybe…maybe more than just the three of them. Maybe they could have two children, or four. All thoughts of taking over the Wizarding world and killing Harry Potter would be completely gone from his mind. All he would worry about is his family. Like the Malfoy's. He would love them…if not that, then something close to it. They could live somewhere where no one could find them. They could live their lives in peace. That would be the perfect life for them.
But fantasies weren't going to get her anywhere. Harmony looked up again into his face. Beads of rain ran down his cheekbones and dripped off his black eyelashes. If she wanted the perfect life with him, she was going to have to fight for it and take every day one at a time.
The heavy rainfall caused more problems for them besides soaked cloaks; the streams that once trickled between the trees now overflowed and roared past them in small rivers. Voldemort was in too much of a hurry to wait for better conditions and Harmony repressed a groan when he said they were going to ford the streams. They couldn't possibly get any wetter, but the water was freezing.
He weaved his fingers in her hers to keep a better grip while they crossed the powerful stream together. Harmony gasped when they descended. The ice cold water pierced her body like the constant stabbing of tiny needles. They were thigh deep when they reached the center where the flow was at its strongest, making Harmony nearly lose her footing. If it weren't for his hand¸ her feet would've been forced right out from under her. The stabbing pain intensified until her legs went completely numb, and when they crossed, Harmony did everything she could not to collapse to the ground. Her joints locked as shivers agonized her body. Voldemort looked down at her when she failed to take another step away from the bank.
"Your lips are blue," he said, bringing a dripping hand up to touch her face.
Her eyes shuddered closed at the feel of his fingers like icicles against her skin. "I c-can't feel m-my legs. C-can't you f-feel your legs?"
"No," he said absentmindedly before he grasped her elbows and slowly let her down. "Your lips are blue," he repeated with an edge of concern in his voice. His hands were suddenly under her dress, caressing her legs roughly to work back the feeling. Harmony's mind was too clouded to react. She could hardly even feel his touch; she could only feel a disconcerting tugging sensation where his hands worked over her.
She brought out her wand with stiff fingers and did a hot air charm over the both of them. His hands quickly left from beneath her dress to grab his own wand and do the same. Despite the cold, a corner of Harmony's lips quivered upward when she noticed his cheeks flushed a light pink. It was unlike him to react to physical comfort as opposed to using his wand. She felt pleased that he thought to touch her before considering using magic.
After several minutes of warming up, she felt less like an iceberg and said she was ready to continue on their way. But a cramp shot up the back of her left leg when she stood, and she cried out, grasping his shoulder for support. After a typical sigh of impatience, Voldemort picked her up despite her pleas to let her walk.
He was weak enough as he was, he didn't need her to be taken care of as well. But Harmony knew there was no use in trying to sway him and she let herself relax in his arms.
But Voldemort wasn't finished; she heard him grumbling to himself as they passed under trees and walked over logs.
"You know, my Lady," he said, his fingers tightened on her legs and round her back, "my life was much simpler before you came."
Harmony grunted to let him know she was listening.
"I had my followers to order and recruit, I had the occasional mission to complete, and perhaps there were a couple Muggles to stir up for fun, but now?" His temples pulsed when he gritted his teeth and shook his head. After a sigh, he said, "Now the Riddle mansion is burned down, I am partially deformed, I can't feel my appendages, my emotions have become unmanageable, and without the ability to Apparate I've never walked this much in my life."
She bottled-up her laughter in case it would anger him and said innocently, "At least you're walking; the exercise is good for you. But you could hardly blame me for your mansion burning down or the weather."
"And what about my riotous emotions?"
"Er, right" she said. "Sorry about that."
He snorted, but she spotted a half-smile on his lips.
She tucked her head beneath his chin, resting against his chest. She was pleased that he just admitted that he felt something for her. She said delicately, "But it has not all been bad, has it?"
There was a long moment of silence. Then she heard a gentle laugh reverberate in his chest.
She smiled. "I got you to dance with me at the Underground tournament. I liked that."
"You mean after you dragged me onto the dance floor."
"You looked like you could've used the fun. You were being a wallflower."
"Being a wallflower has its perks; there's no risk of embarrassment, for one thing."
"Were you embarrassed to dance with me?"
"I was never much for dancing."
"Really? Not even as a boy?"
"Especially not then." Then he hesitated. "There were times at Hogwarts. At Professor Horace Slughorn's many parties, girls begged me to dance with them, and Slughorn threatened to expel me from the club if I didn't 'live a little,' so I didn't have much of a choice."
"I'm sure you made many young women very happy," she teased.
"I am scarred for life."
Harmony laughed and he cracked a smirk that had been working its way out as they spoke. She would have given a golden quill to see his face while all those hopeful girls surrounded him with pleas to dance. Though she couldn't blame them: he must have been very handsome as a young man.
She glanced up at him discreetly, her eyes running over his features. She wouldn't have thought it a while ago, but he was still very handsome. His hooded eyes, flashes of blue peeking through like shards of sapphire, thick black lashes, marbled cheekbones…
His eyes slid down to her as though he sensed her gaze on him. His mouth, usually hard set, eased at the corners and smiled slightly at her. Her cheeks grew warm as she looked away.
Kind of dark and brooding, she thought, but still very handsome indeed.
After a short while, Voldemort set her down to walk on her own. Because of their shared body heat, they were as warm as they could be in that weather and continued on the journey close by each other's side. Voldemort didn't seem to be effected as much by the cold, it was like he was used to the feeling of his insides freezing over. But his burns still bothered him—though he didn't speak of it. Harmony could tell by the winces which he tried to hide by turning his head away.
Darkness quickly fell upon them. She could hardly believe they had been walking the forest for over a day now. How far away was this headquarters? A couple hours before sunset, Harmony already began looking for a thick tree to huddle under for the night. She took several steps before she realized that Voldemort wasn't standing beside her. She stopped and looked behind. He was standing motionless in his tracks, head bowed, fists clenched.
"What's wrong?" she asked, worry swirling in her stomach. She hoped the pain from his burns hadn't become too much for him.
He raised his head an inch, his face shadowed by his hood, and brought up a hand to her, palm up. Frowning, she took his hand, inspecting his face with concern. He looked at her for a moment and then closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and held it. He winced again, scrunching his eyes tight.
"What are you doing?"
At the sound of her voice, he released his breath in a rush and his face relaxed. Without opening his eyes, he said, "I am trying to Apparate us near to the headquarters. You and I are not staying another night out here, not if it kills me, which it just might."
"No!" she snapped, grasping his hand tightly. "You're not strong enough yet to Apparate. If you try too hard, you'll only injure yourself more. It's not worth-"
"Let. Me. Try," he said through gritted teeth.
His tone of voice made her reluctantly shut her mouth and she waited, staring at him closely while he took another breath and tried again. His pale face nearly went red with effort. She didn't want him to overexert himself, not while he was freshly wounded, but a part of her secretly wished he would succeed in Apparating them away from this cold and wet expanse. In these parts of the country, no one ever knew how long a rainy period could last.
She could feel it, the tug of the Apparition that wanted to take them in. But it was like a dimming flashlight, when smacked it grew brighter and stronger, but without enough energy it dimmed again. Harmony took a cold breath, the freezing air filling her lungs, and she tried to send some of her energy through her hand to his. Like a dry sponge, he soaked in her magic instantly and the feel of the Apparition grew stronger.
"We can do this together," she said quietly, almost inaudible through the sound of the rainfall. "Let me help you."
He groaned slightly and she knew he wanted to resist her aid. He wasn't used to accepting help. But for both of their sakes, he took the magic she coursed into him. They breathed in at the same moment, the pull of the Apparition intensifying, and in a rush the world changed at their feet. After hearing the satisfying snap, Harmony tore her eyes away from his face and looked around expecting to see another large mansion as the headquarters.
But they were still in the forest, surrounded by trees.
Harmony did her best to hide her disappointment and managed a smile at him. She stepped close and laid a hand on his chest.
"We'll try again when you're feeling stronger. I'll go find someplace to sleep for the night," she said, trying to sound lighthearted.
"No need," he said, looking around. His eyes settled on something over Harmony's shoulder.
She frowned and followed his gaze. Hardly visible between the trees, she saw a small structure, obviously not a mansion, more like a tent. Voldemort walked past her, a triumphant smile pulling at the corners of his lips and strode quickly over to the structure. The thing was nestled in between two large trees, covered by their thick branches, so it was dry but rugged and patched up.
As they quickly made their way over to it, Harmony had to ask—she didn't want to, but she needed to say it. "Are…is this the headquarters?"
Voldemort laughed, a strange sound coming from the Dark Lord, and he said nothing else. Harmony grimaced, knowing it was a stupid question. But then how did this tent get here?
Voldemort flicked out his wand and performed an Anti-Apparition charm around their small perimeter. He came back and lifted the tent flap. He peeked inside then stepped back and waved her to go in. "My Lady."
His eyes followed her as she stepped in. She sighed and smiled when a wall of warmth enveloped her. A full hearth was burning in one corner of the tent next to what appeared to be a kitchen with a table and stove. Separated by a wall of fabric was a living room with floor pillows and a heater and on the very end of the tent Harmony saw a bed peeking out from behind another flimsy wall. She should have known the tent had an Extension charm cast inside it. From the outside it looked like it could have hardly fit the both of them, but on the inside there was room enough to fit a small cottage, cozy and warm.
Voldemort entered the tent and closed the flap tightly behind him to keep out the cold. When he faced her, he immediately unhooked his soaked cloak and she followed suit. The sooner she shed her drenched clothes the sooner she could get warm. Voldemort draped their cloaks over a chair in the kitchen then he grabbed a thick blanket off the bed and moved over to the fire. Water had soaked through her cloak into her dress, so with numb fingers Harmony undid the clasps in the back and peeled it away from her damp body. Her underdress hung loosely off her shoulders; the hem was heavy with dirt and water. Voldemort had his back turned while she freed herself of her garments, and when he faced her again, interest jumped into his features at the sight of her sparsely covered body. Harmony folded her clothes and set them down on a trunk. She slipped off her dirty shoes and went over to the fire with a content sigh. She set her shoes down a safe distance from the flames to dry. All the while she moved around the tent, his captivated gaze followed her.
Harmony sat down on the ground in front of the hearth, holding her hands up to the flames. She glanced up at him with a grateful smile when he draped the thick blanket about her bare shoulders. She expected him to join her by the warmth of the fire, but instead she heard the rustling of fabric against skin behind her. She kept her eyes focused on the dancing flames until it glared brightly behind her eyelids. The sound went on for a moment, then silence. Harmony jumped when his cold fingers curled beneath the edge of the blanket at her neck. He tugged the blanket away from her left shoulder and sat down beside her, wrapping the other half of the blanket over his own shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the light of the flames flash against his pale chest. She felt his skin, cold and rippled with goosebumps, on her arm.
"So," she said slowly without looking over at him. His head turned slightly in her direction. "The headquarters?"
"This is part of it," he explained, pulling the blanket tighter over them. "The rest is outside the forest some hundred yards or so."
"So far?" she asked, knitting her brows in confusion. "Why is this tent so far away from the rest?"
There was a second of hesitation. "Because I wanted us to be away from the other people."
"Why?" she asked before she took a moment to think his answer over.
Another hesitation. "Because I wanted us to have our privacy."
She looked over at him and met his direct gaze some inches from her face. His eyes quivered slightly, as though he was restraining them from roving down her person. She became suddenly aware of the thin fabric that covered her body, so close to his bare torso. She swallowed and looked down at a seam on the blanket. Her cheeks grew hot as she mumbled an "Oh." She understood what he meant by "privacy," and she shuffled anxiously when she thought that what he really meant was he didn't want anyone interrupting them. The fact that he made an Anti-Apparition charm around the tent confirmed her thoughts.
There was a sudden flare of emotion that swelled in her chest. A sort of lust she was unfamiliar with, and she knew it was coming from him, not her. His horcrux inside her let her feel his emotions, like they were one person. The cautious side of her wanted to push these overpowering emotions away; after all, they weren't her own. But something gently tipped her over the edge and she let that cautious wall fall down, letting his feelings flood her, filling her very being. It wasn't like he took over her completely, but like she made enough room inside her for the both of them, sharing one body. It felt right to have his mind mingled within, like he belonged inside her.
Her thoughts muddled together into one heavy daze. Her eyes saw him lean closer to her, his head tilting to the side. His lips touched her ear and tickled as he spoke. Her brain couldn't comprehend every word that was said into an understandable sentence. She caught various words, something about getting warm. An arm curled beneath her knees, another snaked around her back. The ground left beneath her and she was in the air. She curled into him and the smell of sweat and rain wafted from his chest. The light dimmed as he carried her farther from the fire and they disappeared behind the fabric wall that concealed the bed.
He gently laid her down and her head fell back into a goose-feathered pillow. Harmony moaned with contentment, running her hands over the thick downy blankets. The two of them could just disappear into them like a cloud. She could have easily gone right to sleep if Voldemort hadn’t begun to lift her soaked underdress and run his hands up and down her goose-pimpled thighs.
“You’re still cold,” he mumbled.
With each stroke, his fingertips pressed a little harder until it was more like a massage, making blood rush into her lower body. Harmony could only lay there feeling almost paralyzed by how good his hands felt on her. Those hands roved down her calf, stroking, grasping, and then slowly made their way back up over her knees. When he returned his attention to her thighs, he accidently pushed her underdress up even farther until her soft curls peeked out beneath the hem. Voldemort didn’t bother to hide his lustful interest in those curls, and Harmony didn’t bother to push her underdress back down. In fact, as she was watching him carefully with hooded eyes, she slyly moved her knees apart—just a few inches, but it was enough to get the message across.
Voldemort dragged his blue eyes away from the apex of her thighs to her face.
In the dim light of their little enclosure, he could see the flaming blush in her cheeks but on her mouth was a welcoming smile.
“Come here,” she whispered.
He leaned over her on the bed, one hand supporting his weight beside the pillow, and his other hand on her waist. His handsome face entirely filled her vision, and he hovered over her just a moment before bending down and meeting her lips. Their kisses started out slow and innocent enough until his lips parted and he slipped his warm, wet tongue inside her mouth.
Harmony sighed happily at his playful gesture, and to show how welcomed it was, she opened her lips wider and pressed into the kiss so his tongue went deeper into her mouth.
His hand rode up her waist to cup her left breast that was still concealed under wet underclothes. From her shivering and the movement of his caresses, her small nipples stuck out prominently beneath the thin fabric. Discovering this, he ran the tip of his middle finger in little circles around the sensitive area, making them harder.
Harmony took one hand out of his hair to slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Voldemort paused their kiss just long enough to stare down at her naked breasts, which had been revealed when she peeled the wet dress from her skin.
With hooded eyes and mouth hanging open in a soft “O,” he let loose a sharp exhale of breath and pressed the heel of his hand into the suppleness of her breast. Harmony gently arched her back again and again so that her chest moved up and down into the rhythm of his hot and eager caresses.
They returned to their kissing, only this time Voldemort relaxed so he was laying on top of her with one knee between her naked thighs. His weight wasn’t overbearing; to Harmony it felt more like he was enveloping her in his warmth. The muscles in his chest, all the way down to his lower body, were firm. From between his legs, she felt his member harden, and with each gentle thrust of his narrow hips, he pressed it on her, despite the clothes that still separated them.
The hand he used to grope her breast moved down between their bodies to slip into the curls covering her womanhood.
Harmony gasped and their mouths pulled apart a few inches. Voldemort stared down at her wonderingly.
“I’m just…not used to being touched down there,” she said in a husky voice.
Voldemort adjusted himself so he was snug between her knees. Then, slowly, he moved one slender finger into her curls and caressed the tender lips beneath them. He didn’t enter her; he simply ran his finger up and down the opening as though exploring the structure of her most intimate parts.
“How does that feel?” he asked without taking his eyes off her.
Harmony wanted to laugh. “Oh, it feels wonderful.”
Finally, without warning, he slipped his finger inside her opening, spreading the lips apart.
She gasped, biting her lower lip.
“How about now?” he said.
Harmony could only heave a heavy sigh, and did so again when he moved his long finger deeper inside. By the easy way his finger glided in and out of her, she knew she was wet down there. Before pulling out, he pressed the palm of his hand into that sensitive spot above her opening and an electric shock of pleasure shot through her. She almost cried out when he retracted his touch; the overwhelming desire she felt surprised her. It seemed like forever since they had touched like that last. And even at Shell Cottage their lovemaking had been hurried and lacked intimacy. This time she burned even more for him and wanted more than anything to be responsible for making him moan with pleasure.
Voldemort sat up to his knees between her legs and languidly undid the front of his trousers where an impressive bulge was protruding. Down came his underwear and out sprung his thick, hard member. All the while staring at her, he grabbed his member by the shaft and gave it an encouraging stroke. Harmony couldn’t take her eyes off of it as she laid there before him, breathing heavily.
He grabbed her legs from behind the knees and pulled her closer to him. She laid there with her arms up by her head, every bit of her open to him. In the position she was in, Voldemort could have done anything he wanted with her. He could have taken her there and then, but instead he took his sweet time.
He held his cock just below the head and guided it towards her opening. But like before with his slender finger, he did not enter her. He slowly ran the tip, which was already slick with pre-cum, up and down the lips of her opening. It made Harmony smile as a tingling sensation rose up from that overly sensitive part. She arched her hips forward in attempt to push him inside, but he pulled away.
“You’re teasing me,” she accused him good-naturedly.
“I’m sorry,” he purred, his tone mocking. “What is it that you want?”
Harmony pursed her mouth to hide her smile, raising an eyebrow at him.
“What do you want?” he asked again in a whisper.
“You know what I want.” She arched her hips forward again. They were so close; she could feel the tip of his head pressing between the lips of her womanhood, so eager to thrust in.
“Say it.”
She stared at him beneath her lustful eyes. After biting her bottom lip, she moaned, “I want you inside me.”
With a smug grin, he grabbed her by the hips and pushed his solid cock inside her.
Harmony gasped but the breath caught in her throat and her mouth hung open in a silent moan.
Voldemort pushed slowly, giving time for her to adjust to the feel of his hot member filling her up. Every so often he pulled out an inch only to push himself back in—deeper each time. He did this until his entire length was within and his hips pressed into her thighs. Sweat glistened his naked chest, and by the strained look on his face, Harmony could tell he was trying hard not to release inside her just yet.
Harmony pushed herself up by the elbows and rocked forward so she was sitting up in his lap, straddling him. Now they were pressed up against each other, her bare breasts against his chest. Gravity forced herself even harder down on him and his manhood was so deep within it was almost like they were the same person. The same body.
Wrapping their arms around each other and meeting their lips into a passionate kiss, Harmony began to lightly bounce up and down on top of him. The pulsing of every bounce felt good against her clit, but it wasn’t enough. She used her knees to propel herself even higher up and down in his lap, and the higher she bounced the more of his length she felt. Their bodies made a rhythmic slapping sound every time she landed on him.
Voldemort was moaning now, completely lost in his primal senses. He grabbed her by the hips and laid back on the bed. With his impressive strength, she was lifted higher until only the tip of his cock was inside before slamming back down on his entire shaft. Faster and faster they went. She rode him like a stallion, head rolling back, eyes closed. With every thrust of his thick, hot cock an involuntary moan escaped her mouth.
Harmony found herself murmuring words of encouragement and using her old name for him:
“That’s it, Master. Oh, Master…”
“You haven’t…called me that…in a while,” Voldemort gasped between moans.
“Harder, Master.”
In a swirl of motion, he lurched forward, pushing her back onto the bed so their roles were reversed and he was now on top. Knees in the air, Harmony wrapped her arms around his firm shoulders and curled her fingernails into his porcelain skin. He called out in pleasure, thrusting his narrow hips harder and faster until Harmony’s entire body was practically vibrating on the bed.
A deep pressure built up within her, starting in the puckered lips of her womanhood all the way to the crown of her head. The more it built up, the more she felt like her body was going to burst. Her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps until suddenly the air caught in her throat and her entire body seized up.
“Oh, my Lord!” she screamed and at that precise moment he exploded his hot seamen inside her. Stars burst behind her eyelids and suddenly everything was perfect in the world.
Voldemort gave a long and rough groan before his trembling body gave out and he collapsed on top of her.
Harmony wrapped her arms tighter around his sweaty body, and together they were a mass of hot, trembling limbs. Lust and adrenaline shot between their bodies for a few minutes, leaving them breathless.
After what seemed like a blissful eternity, Voldemort shakily perched up onto his elbows above her. His blue eyes looked softer somehow—more like warm water, lacking their usual iciness. His gaze took in every inch of her face, admiring it, adoring it. And for one rare moment he looked blissfully happy.
Harmony’s heart swelled with affection. She lifted her chin, meeting his lips in a sweet and grateful kiss.
“My darling,” he whispered against her mouth before kissing her again, deeper than before.
It was clearly going to be another long, sleepless night.
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