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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 was graced with a dreamless sleep; up until the end, at least, when she heard rummaging noises around her bed. A loud clank and she jerked awake. It dawned on her then while she perched up on an elbow, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, that she hadn't dreamt the noises. Someone was inside the tent with her.
The tent flap was open an inch. From it she could see it was already morning. A curtain concealed her from the rest of the tent, so whoever it was she couldn't see. A chest by the kitchen creaked open on its hinges followed by a furious ruffling of clothes. The chest snapped closed, a heavy footstep, and then another loud clang as the person bumped into the full platter of fruit she had snacked on last night. An assortment of grapes, pears, and cherries scattered in a mess across the floor.
The man swore.
"Hello?" Harmony called out, her voice groggy with sleep.
The rummaging stopped.
A pregnant pause, and then a familiar hand wrapped around the edge of the curtain concealing her before tugging it aside.
Harmony wanted to sigh with relief but the breath caught in her throat when she stared up at Voldemort.
He hadn't slept a wink. That much was certain by the black bags under his eyes. His shirt was wrinkled and the scent of dirt came off his trousers, almost like he had spent the night in the forest. In his hand he carried a fresh change of clothes and a bar of soap.
Surprise flickered across his tired features. He took in the sight of her lying there in her thin underclothes—the blanket kicked aside, revealing her soft thighs—with her perched above his pillow. He glanced over and saw her own pillow had been left untouched.
By the look on his face, she knew he hadn't been expecting to see her there, much less lying comfortably in their bed. She swallowed hard, looking up at him from beneath her bangs, and tried to think of what to say. Her mind went blank at what they had fought about last night—something about punishing the followers?—but she remembered her conversation with Barty, about his betrayal and his revelation, and she remembered the desire to be back at Voldemort's side that followed soon after.
And now that she was, she was at an utter loss for words.
Yes, he hadn't expected to see her there but he didn't look displeased by it. In fact, his blue eyes softened at the sight of her in this vulnerable state. Harmony sat up on both her hands and a strap of her underdress slipped off her shoulder. Voldemort's hand twitched, his initial reaction being to fix the strap. But he blinked hard and turned away before he could.
"Get dressed," he said with his back to her. "Meet me at the main tent on the hill in fifteen minutes."
"What?" she uttered, frowning.
He returned to his rummaging, picking up the rest of the clothes he needed and stopped every now and then to pluck a piece of fruit into his mouth. "There's a new group of followers ready to be brought into camp. We can't tell them how to get here, of course, because that information could reach unwanted ears, so I have trusted Death Eaters meet them at a designated location and guide them here." He voice then became edged with annoyance. "Usually, my services are not required with these standard pick-ups, but I happened to find the team assigned to it blacked out in drunken stupors on the floor of a recreational tent. Seems they'd celebrated a little too much last night. So…after letting them know just how much I appreciated their lack of accountability and punctuality, I formed another team—albeit a less capable one—and now I must go with them to make sure the job is done right."
She scooted to the end of the bed so she could peer at him around the curtain. "You should have it handled, then. It sounds to me like you don't need my help."
Voldemort stopped what he was doing, but didn't look at her. "I don't need your help," he said, "I want it."
Harmony's stomach flipped. He wanted her…
Like he could also sense the importance behind his words, he shrugged nonchalantly and added, "Damn it all if I have to deal with those amateurs alone. You have more patience for them than I do."
Before Harmony could question him any further, Voldemort made a bee-line to the entrance of the tent and was gone. She listened to his retreating footsteps until they vanished into the forest. After a deep breath to quell her sudden excitement, she slipped out of bed and grabbed clean clothes. What she picked out was the very same black corset, shirt, and trousers she had worn for months while serving as Voldemort's new Death Eater at Riddle mansion. They had been starting to stink at the bottom of her sac and it was a relief to toss them off to her handmaidens to be laundered. With them in hand, she also grabbed her lavender soap, threw on a cloak, and then left the tent.
After all she'd been through last night—especially after partying at the recreational tents—she was in dire need of a bath. Following the familiar path through the forest, she found her way back to the waterfall. Although everything was already damp with morning dew, the mist off the water made the air bitingly cold in a way that wasn't unpleasant. She welcomed the roar of the falls; it drowned out her thoughts.
As she passed through the final line of trees, she looked down at her cloak to unfasten it. After looking up again at the waterfall before her, she stopped cold in her tracks. The sight she was met with made her heart jump up into her throat.
Voldemort was already there, standing in front of the cascading waterfall lathering soap onto his wet body.
When they had bathed there before, he had always worn trousers—supposedly to keep his decency in such open scenery and she had done the same by wearing her underclothes. But now…
Harmony swallowed hard.
Now he stood there bathing himself completely naked from head to toe. The water came up mid-thigh, but other than that every inch of him was bare to the elements. The soap made his pale skin slick and shimmery in the dim morning light. With his hand covered in suds, he lathered up his toned arms, around his neck, over his chest, down his hard stomach…
Breathless, a hot flash ravaged her body. Oh, he was perfect.
Before he could spot her there, gawking at him, Harmony jumped behind a tree. Leaning against the rough bark, she peered around to continue watching. Suddenly, she was feeling a little shy. Voldemort wasn't expecting to see her; perhaps that was why he was bathing in the nude. And the emotions procured from last night's fight were still raw. There was the possibility he was still angry at her. If she showed herself, would he be displeased?
For a moment she considered sneaking back into their tent to change. A wash could wait until later. But she stopped herself before turning away.
What was the matter with her? She had seen Voldemort naked several times. After those nights they had spent together, she was almost as familiar with his body as she was with hers. Why was she suddenly feeling shy now?
Harmony looked back at him.
Why should she be the one to leave?
If he didn't like it, he could deal with it.
She stepped out from behind the tree and unfastened her cloak. It fell in a puddle of fabric at her feet. With lavender soap in hand, she stepped up to the water's edge. He had yet to notice that he wasn't alone. She watched him for one tense moment before taking the hem of her underdress, slipping it up and over her head. The white cotton slip was tossed onto the shore and Harmony went into the water as naked and bare as he was.
Within seconds her skin was coated in a layer of mist that sprayed up from the falls. Goosebumps riddled her every pore. When the biting cold water came up to her thighs, Harmony gasped.
Voldemort's head jerked up at the sound. Hand froze mid-lather over his abdomen. His eyes widened at the sight of her—all of her—approaching him near the waterfall. Harmony bit the inside of her cheek to hide her satisfaction at the look on his face. How many people in the world could say they caught Lord Voldemort by surprise, in the nude none the less?
"You…" he said.
"Were you expecting someone else?" she teased.
He didn't answer, only stared. His eyes flickered down the length of her body. Hand was still frozen mid-lather, like he'd forgotten what he was doing. Although his face was blank, Harmony could tell by other means that he was pleased by what he saw.
She blushed and hid her smile. Wading by him, she went on the other side of the waterfall; it concealed her from him like a curtain. Looking through it, Voldemort was only a rippled figure through the rushing water. There she began doing her bathing. Dunking into the water until she was submerged and popping back up completely drenched. The bittersweet scent of lavender filled her lungs as she produced a generous amount of bubbles between her hands and washed them onto her body. Using her fingernails, she scrubbed and scrubbed until her skin turned pink. Taking a fresh batch of suds into her hands, she worked at the roots of her hair. Her eyes drift closed and a moan of contentment flowed past her lips. It was so nice to get clean, to wash away all that had happened last night; all that sweat, betrayal, stale beer smell, and bitter words. When she dunked into the water, the dirty soap washed away and Harmony resurfaced feeling afresh.
Squeezing water out of her hair, she looked back through the waterfall.
Voldemort was no longer on the other side.
She glanced around her private space beneath the falls, frowning. He must have finished first and left without me, she thought. She had to suppress her disappointment. There had been the hope that after seeing her maybe he would have wanted—
Cold hands grabbed her arms from behind and spun her around. Harmony yelped as she was held up against his soaked body. Voldemort's skin was cold in places and hot in others. Rubbing up against her, his stomach was still slick with soap smelling like cinnamon, patchouli, and cloves. He moved his face in close but didn't kiss her, only stared down at her with a wild expression.
"What're you...?" Harmony asked in breathless anticipation.
None-too-gently, he pushed her up against the rock wall and pinned her there with his powerful arms on either side of her head. He gasped for air as though he'd been drowning; his breath blew hot on her face. His look was a muddle of frustration and lust. Intense eyes devoured every pore of her face with an insatiable hunger. Any second now his lips would come bearing down on hers. But he remained restrained, just like he had restrained himself from fixing the strap of her underdress. However, that self-control was quickly waning.
It became evident to her then that no matter what happened between them, no matter how furiously they fought or how angry they became with one another…they would never be able to ignore the intimate bond they shared. Even if he hated her for it. There were some things she would never do, even for him. Although she was the lover to the most dangerous wizard in the world and leader to an army of Death Eaters, she still had moral lines left to cross. But—as she looked up into his ravening eyes—she knew there were a lot of things she would do for him, too.
To test the waters Harmony tilted her chin up, reaching her lips out to meet his. Voldemort's gasp caught in his throat. Open mouth, no sound coming out. The tips of their noses grazed. Before the kiss could be fulfilled, he pressed his narrow hips into her lower body, resting on her against the rock wall. The rough texture cut into her back and buttocks, but she didn't care. One of his hands left the side of her head to caress down her waist, over her hip, around her thigh, and behind her knee. In one motion, he hitched her leg around his hip and pushed inside her. Harmony gasped and Voldemort caught it in his mouth.
He watched her face as it creased in pain and then slowly eased into heavenly bliss.
Harmony's heavy-lidded gaze swiveled up to meet his.
You have no idea what you do to me, his eyes screamed, you have no idea how much you make me lose control…
It had only been a couple nights since they last made love. He acted as though it had been a century. His other hand came down to greedily stroke her breast, and her back arched into his touch. With each eager thrust of his hips, a low groan escaped his throat into her mouth until the sounds they made mingled. She slipped her fingers round the back of his strong neck and explored his mouth with her tongue. Bodies were pressed flush against the other, their skin slicked with soap and water. Her back was on fire; the rhythm of his movements chafed her ceaselessly against the rock wall.
He had begun slow, easing into her a little more with each push until his entire length filled her inside. The hand stroking her breast descended along the ridges of her ribs to her stomach and rested finally at the apex of her thighs, where their bodies connected. His long, pale fingers lovingly caressed her there and it elicited a cry of surprised delight from the young woman beneath him. This aroused him even more and he started to increase his pacing. He hardly drew an inch before he was completely within her again.
Her senses intensified, every bit of her scorched with invisible fire. Inside her was like a balloon swelling more and more, fit to burst any moment. Heart pounding, breathing hard, kissing became too difficult to gasp in the air she desperately needed. Their lips parted, his mouth immediately went to the crook of her neck and she wrapped her arms round him in a death embrace. She was drowning, drowning, and she loved it.
Sweating and panting, their united passions escalated until their movements were almost violent. The buildup became too much to bare. Both their bodies tensed when they reached their peak. He surged into her one last time, and stars burst behind Harmony's eyes.
His weight collapsed on top of her, his gasps louder in her ears than the roar of the waterfall. Her body shuddered from the leftover adrenaline. Thinking she was shivering from the cold, Voldemort enveloped her in his arms to warm her up. Her lids drift closed and—smiling— she nestled her face into his shoulder.
Caught up in their passionate love-making, the pair had been oblivious to all that was around them. It wasn't until afterword when Harmony became suddenly aware that someone was calling out to them.
"My Lord!" shouted a voice that was vaguely familiar. Harmony's mind was still too foggy to be sure.
Voldemort meekly raised his head at the sound, but like her he was still recovering before he could respond.
"My Lord!" The voice was closer this time. A man's, different from the first.
Out of the corner of her eye, Harmony spotted movement.
"My…Lord?"
Her tired eyes spun around to see. She nearly screamed at the sight she was met with.
A couple Death Eaters, one of them Mag, had found their way around the clearing to where they could spot the couple beneath the falls against the rock wall. Both men stood stationary to the ground with looks of utter disbelief on their faces. The second Mag must've realized that Yes, it was indeed the Dark Lord and Lady having sex underneath a waterfall, his beady black eyes bulged from his head.
Startled out of her haze, Harmony yelped and covered her breasts with her arms. This jerked Voldemort aware and he followed her terrified gaze. Initially stunned by seeing his men, it quickly wore off to replace itself with affronted anger. His hard eyes narrowed into a razor-sharp glare. He growled at them in a threatening tone that would have turned anyone's blood to ice.
"How dare you gaze upon your Lady while she's in such a state!?"
The Death Eaters flinched and fell over themselves in apologetic bows. They tried to explain how worried they became when their Lord took longer than he'd said to arrive at the main tent, that they came to check on him. But Voldemort hardly let them get five words out.
"Show her respect! Turn away! NOW!"
Mag immediately obeyed. The other also did so only after screaming in fright and tripping over his feet trying to get away. They were gone as fast as one could Apparate.
Harmony burrowed into Voldemort's chest, her face hot with embarrassment.
"Oh my god," she said in a pain-filled whisper.
"Those boggarts are going to pay," he muttered, rubbing her arms in comfort.
After a bit of imploring from Harmony, Voldemort gently removed himself and went out to grab her clothes while she stayed hidden beneath the waterfall—just in case there were any more Peeping Toms lurking about. Shivering, it was suddenly so cold without his body heat keeping her warm; she embraced herself in an effort to amend that.
Now a pitiful mess of quivering limbs and humiliation, all she could think about was Mag telling the other Death Eaters what he saw. Frankly she was more embarrassed about him seeing her nakedness than him seeing them entangled amid their love-making. Everyone already knew she and Voldemort shared a bed. But what if he went into detail about how his kind and merciful Lady's body looked. What if that information reached unwanted ears, specifically Barty's damned ears. She was sickened by the thought of him listening in and imagining just for himself how she looked unclothed.
When Voldemort returned with her clean, dry clothes, she swiftly slipped on her shirt and left the water. A quick glance around to make sure no one else but Voldemort was watching, then the rest of the clothes came on next. The trousers bit made her wince; the space between her thighs was still swollen and sore, but she preferred it to wearing the green dress. Voldemort did the same beside her, pulling on his usual black attire. His hair—that gloriously attractive black hair—was still wet and he wore it slicked back against his scalp.
Harmony had finished first, but when he looked up from his cloak clasps he saw her staring at the ground in mute humiliation.
"Your face is as red as a vampyr mosp," he commented in a rare attempt to be lighthearted.
She raised her eyes to him, but didn't smile.
His broad shoulders drooped, and he took her by surprise when he stepped up and enveloped her into a comforting embrace.
She couldn't remember the last time he'd hugged her. In fact, had he ever?
Maybe he was just trying to bolster her spirits so she didn't appear meek and reserved in front of their followers. Maybe it was his way of finally apologizing for his cruelty from the day before. For whatever reason he felt compelled to hug her, Harmony ardently welcomed the rare show of affection by burying her blushing face into his chest and wrapping her arms round his waist.
Their fight from yesterday was forgotten. For now.
If this is how we're going to settle our differences, Harmony thought, then I wouldn't mind being a little more argumentative in the future.
She giggled lightly. He pulled away to looked down at her in question, but she shook her head. Let him think it was his hug that had cheered her.
Voldemort took her hand and she let him guide her away from the waterfall into the forest where an urgent mission awaited them.
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