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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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Harmony awoke the next morning, lying in the makeshift bed. Voldemort was stirring beside her and she untangled herself from his legs. His weight left a space beside her and cold air rushed in between where his body once had been nestled against her. From beneath her mess of curls she watched him sit up and stretch his arms over his head. The muscles of his back tensed and rippled; there were scattered marks along his rib cage where she'd gripped him tight amid their passionate evening.
When he threw back the blanket and stood out of bed, Harmony observed him with intense admiration. It was such an exquisite body with broad shoulders and lean hips. His core muscles looked pumped after the lengthy workout, and he rubbed his abdomen, moaning.
"Are you sore, my Lord?" she said, trying to hide the delight from her voice.
He turned his head to look at her. "It's been too long."
"Only means you have to work the muscles harder."
"If I had worked any harder I would have thrown my back out."
Harmony covered her mouth with a pillow, unable to contain her laughter. He disappeared around the curtain hiding their little bedroom. After a moment, she heard the rustle of fabric against skin and knew he was getting dressed. She stretched her hands over her head and shivers ran up and down her naked body. Their tent was made of a thick fabric, so it did well to keep out the morning light. She closed her eyes and felt herself slowly drifting towards sleep. She didn't hear him until he was right on top of her. She felt the weight of his hands pressing into the bed beside her body. His head hung above her and hot air blew onto her face. He waited there and she felt him watching. After a moment, the bed bowed as he leaned down and kissed her fully on the lips.
Harmony returned the kiss, but didn't open her eyes. When their lips parted, he hung there a moment longer. There were footsteps and light poured in when the entrance to the tent was pushed aside. He started talking and one or two voices replied. She couldn't hear what Voldemort was saying, his voice was too muffled by the walls of the tent. She wondered if she should start getting up and getting dressed; if he was going somewhere, she wanted to go. She didn't want to be left there alone in the forest.
Harmony shrugged and settled deeper into the blankets. If he was leaving, he surely would have told her.
After a few minutes, there was a snap of Apparition which echoed through the forest. The drapery of the entrance was pushed aside as footsteps entered the tent. They stopped and then came closer to where she was lying. A full body weight lay down, filling the space next to her on the bed. After a pause, a hand went into her messy curls, stroking its softness. Harmony smiled.
But then her Serpentine charm prickled like needles stabbing the surface of her skin, and her smile vanished. She quickly rolled over and met her bed mate nose to nose.
Barty Crouch Jr.'s muddy brown eyes filled her vision.
Horror spread throughout her as Barty grinned.
"Hello," he said.
Harmony screamed and wrapped the blanket around herself, scooting as far away from him as she could. Barty burst out laughing, holding his side as he rolled off the bed. A wizard standing outside called out to him, asking if there was anything wrong. Barty quickly righted himself, resting his hands on the bed and shouted to the other wizard that they were fine and to stay outside until he said so. He turned his attention back on her, a grin pulling at the corners of his lips.
Her Serpentine charm was still prickling; she pulled the blankets tighter around her naked body and snarled at him, "What are you doing here?"
He held his hands up defensively. "Now, don't get your wand in a knot, my Lady." He got up and sat on the bed before continuing, "The Dark Lord sent Dergus and I to help you get comfortable. We've brought fire wood, food, a nice change of clothes-"
"Voldemort sent you?"
His face twitched at the sound of his master's name, but he quirked a smile. "Well, I volunteered myself. When I heard you had arrived, I wanted to be one of the first to formally welcome you." He widened his smile.
She didn't like the way he looked at her—his dark eyes strayed far too long. She never forgot what he tried to do to her on the boat after they escaped from Menkar. She mentally prepared herself to hex him if need be.
"Haven't you learned your lesson from the last time we were alone together?" she asked.
"Oh, the Crucio, you mean?" He shrugged one shoulder. "Merely a love bite. I wouldn't mind getting cursed by you any day."
"Go any further with me and you'll get your wish," she warned him.
He wiggled his eyebrows at her, but didn't come closer.
She sniffed and said as lightly as she could, "Fine, well, I'll just get myself dressed then."
He blinked, still smiling that cocky, over-eager grin.
Harmony's face darkened and she glared at him. "Alone."
Amusement splashed across his features as he nodded and, with one last look over her, he turned and walked out of the tent. She sighed as her Serpentine charm eased. That was a close call. He had been lying right next to her with only a blanket concealing her body. She shivered. That was too close a call. She had succeeded in stopping Barty from doing anything with her ever since the day she'd arrived at the Riddle mansion. But he was a persistent little twit, and she hoped her luck never ran out.
Harmony reached over the edge of the bed to snatch up her clothes, always keeping an eye on the entrance to the tent. She changed quickly and poked her head outside the entrance, looking around. Barty was leaning against a tree wearing his usual Death Eater clothes and long dirty jacket. Dergus, a soft looking fellow with a bald head, stood next to several large packages and a crate of kindling. He saw Harmony first and stumbled into a deep bow before her.
At least he's respectful, Harmony thought as she glared menacingly at Barty, who sauntered over and winked at her.
"All dressed I see, what a shame," he chuckled.
Dergus frowned over at Barty, but quickly lowered his eyes again. He leaned down to pick up one of the packages. Bending to one knee, he presented the package to Harmony.
"Clothes," he said. "The Dark Lord said he wished you would change into these before meeting him over at the headquarters, my Lady."
"Thank you," she said, taking the package from his hands. Dergus bowed again before rising to his feet. "I'll change while you two unpack the rest of the things."
"As you wish, my Lady," Dergus said. Barty gave her a mock bow—more like a curtsy—before going over to the crate and stacking the wood.
Harmony went back inside and untied the package. A waterfall of green velvet fell through her fingers. It was a dress and it was more beautiful than the green one she had borrowed from Narcissa. This one had intricate embroidery at the hem and the neckline. Harmony rubbed her face gently against the soft fabric. It was undoubtedly expensive. She wanted to smile and accept the gift graciously, but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. Voldemort wanted her to change into it before meeting him over at the headquarters. What he wanted was to show her off to all the Death Eaters. The green, Slytherin, dress was to show them all who their Lady was.
Harmony swallowed back a knot of disgust and guilt. She wanted to be happy. She had Voldemort back; she had her baby's father back. She should be happy. It was a very beautiful and generous gift after all.
She thought about last night, about what they had done together. She was so close—she could feel it—to making him trust in his emotions. The affection was there; he cared for her, but she just needed him to realize that what he possibly felt for her can also be described as love. But how and when she was going to make him realize that without giving away the existence of her baby was going to be difficult.
She needed to keep him happy for now, and that included wearing the beautiful Slytherin dress.
Harmony undressed and—still keeping her eye on the entrance—slipped into the soft, slinky dress. It was short-sleeved with a low V-neck and the hem reached perfectly to the tops of her toes. There was a chill in the air, so she found her cloak, now dry, and threw it over her shoulders. When she was done, she went out and the two Death Eaters carried the food supplies into the tent.
"Beautiful," Barty whispered when he passed her.
Harmony looked away, a blush creeping into her cheeks.
When they were finished unpacking, Barty wrapped his arm around her waist. She almost pushed him away, but then Dergus came over and touched Barty's shoulder. She side-Apparated with them in a series of three quick snaps. They appeared somewhere on the edge of the forest. Ahead of them was a large opening leading to a grass field. Further on, the field ascended upward into a steep hill where at the top was a large tent. Harmony had a distinct feeling she had seen this hill before; then she remembered her dream a couple nights before. She climbed this same hill in her dream where on the other side was the world burning. She swallowed nervously as the three of them began to walk up the hill.
Barty and Dergus rushed ahead of her to open the tent doors and she stepped in. It was like a scene from a war film: there was a large table at the center of the tent covered in a map of not only the Wizarding world, but of the entire world. Little moving models stood in their designated spots on the map, representing each side. The walls were covered with newspaper clippings. At a glance, Harmony saw the famous headliner, Dark Lord Goes Loony, with Voldemort's—who was really Barty—picture below. It was hard to imagine that she felt so much pain and agony in seeing that picture weeks ago, when all that time it had been the dreadful Barty Crouch Jr.
Somebody clearing their throat caught her attention. She spun away from the newspaper clipping and saw Voldemort and Mag standing at the other end of the tent. The Death Eater bowed to her with a, "My Lady." She nodded her head to him. It was just the three of them; Barty and Dergus left her there alone.
Voldemort looked her up and down, a pleased expression on his face.
"The dress is beautiful, thank you," she said to him.
"You look lovely, my Lady," Mag said. "My Lord has exquisite taste."
"It was my mother's," Voldemort said, stepping over to Harmony. "One of the few things saved from the fire."
Her eyes grew wide with hope. "Did you save any of the books from your library?"
Voldemort barked a laugh. "See Magnus? What did I tell you? She craves knowledge just as I do."
"You were right, my Lord."
"Of course I was right," Voldemort said briskly and then waved Mag away. "You may leave us now."
Mag bowed and left.
Voldemort turned around, walking over to the large map at the center of the tent. "There were several books saved, but not enough to satisfy you, of course."
"There are never enough books to satisfy me," she said.
When he turned back around, she saw he had a knowing smile. "Aye, we are alike in many ways, my dear. Knowledge and power, it's all the same." He beckoned her over.
She stood adjacent to him by the map. Waving a hand about the tent, she asked, "So…is this the new headquarters?"
"The main part, but not the most important."
She frowned, not understanding but waited for him to explain himself. He rested his hands on the edge of the table, looking down at the little moving models on the map.
"Believe me when I say that I had used my little bit of free time very well," he began. "Without the Ministry on my back, I had more access to the world. One example would be the Underground dueling tournament. If I had gone as myself, there would have been chaos. That was why posing as Marek the Death Eater was the best thing I could have ever done." He looked up at her. "And it is all thanks to you. Believe it or not, you have had a bigger hand in what's going on than anybody."
"Really?" Harmony snorted. "Because it hasn't felt that way."
"Think about it," he said. "If you had not giving me the idea to 'erase' my memories, then we wouldn't be here. We would be back inside Riddle mansion, dead and burned along with the rest of it. But most importantly…we wouldn't have an army."
Harmony's heart jumped up to her throat and she choked slightly. After a little cough, she asked slowly, "An…army?"
He nodded, a grin spreading on his face from ear to ear. She could sense the excitement inside him.
"I was blind before the Battle of Hogwarts. I wanted one thing and that was Harry Potter—while gathering more followers along the way, but I was still blind. You see, I thought that taking over Hogwarts would be the end of everything. What is more important to a Wizarding world than its magical education?"
Harmony thought it was a rhetorical question, but still she answered, "It's government. Without the Ministry of Magic, there would be chaos throughout the world, Hogwarts wouldn't even-"
"Exactly," Voldemort said, leaning over the map. The exhilaration burned like dry ice in his blue eyes. "Hogwarts is merely an arm of the Wizarding world. Why would I get rid of the arm, when I can go straight for the heart?"
She felt a cold grow inside her at the realization of what he was saying. "You want…you want to take over the Ministry?"
His large smile answered her question.
She almost laughed aloud. "That's impossible! The Ministry is impenetrable! There is no way you can take it by force."
"There is a way," he said and he stepped back from the map. "Let me show you." He walked over to the entrance to the tent, on the opposite side she had come in.
When she walked over to him hesitantly, he threw the tent doors open, revealing to Harmony everything that was waiting on the other side of the steep hill. Her jaw dropped and her breath caught in her throat.
At the bottom of the hill were tents. And more tents, and more tents, and more until they went on for as far as the eye could see. "Army" was an understatement. This was a city.
Voldemort stood behind her, speaking into her ear.
"Nothing is impossible when you have enough people. And you want to know something? These people…they are here for us. These people believe in you and me. So let me make this absolutely clear to you, my dear." His breath was hot on her skin when he said, "Hogwarts was merely a test. Thanks to you, I left that battle alive. Thanks to you, we now have a second chance for complete and total power."
His fingers traced down her back, following the path where she sensed the Serpentine charm slithered over her skin.
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