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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Disclaimer : The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot, a pc, and a cat. (A cat litter box! does it count?)

A/N : This is going to be a transitional chapter, in the sense that, from this point forward, we enter the thick of the story, events will be explained and questions answered.

Dear Readers, the 3 Rs (Read, Review and Rate) are like gasoline for an amateur writer, without them the engine stops. Thank you. And Enjoy :]

‘For thoughts’

“For Dialogue”

‘For flashbacks’

Chapter 8 : Taken With Cerebral deeds

Her skin was feeling the crispness and softness of sheets beneath her, a warm comforter covering her. A sense of peace infused her languid mind, and languorous body and replaced the receding sensations of the melatonin-induced sleep. Suddenly, her eyes shot open, wide.

Looking around her, she heaved a sigh of relief. She was in her assigned room, in her weird bed; it was just a dream, a beautiful erotic trance, yet not erotic at the same time. It was more, way more than that. It was not the average insignificant wet dream that one forgets about once awake. It went above and beyond the baser carnal needs, lust and desire. Closing her eyes trying to recapture the feelings, and images, the smells and sensations, the memories invading her mind, it was so vivid, intense, and so real. It was not a dream.

‘Oh My! Merlin! Godric! Isis! Damn! Shite! Shite shite shiteshite It was NOT a dream!’

Covering her eyes, she blew a loud puff of air, exhaling loudly, turning to her right side, hugging one of the many pillows, and then covering her face with it.

‘Oh My! Oh, Dear me! Shite…what have I done?’

‘Indulged in the forbidden fruit?’ her bossy self supplied, conveying the message with suggestive words.

‘Already up?? And now you’re talking? Where have YOU been yesterday??’

‘Nah uh! Do not blame me missy! I screamed myself bloody hoarse, I screamed bloody blue murder, but did you listen? Noooo! You were busy flirting with his Dark Lordship.’ the disdainful reply touched the sore spot, head on.

‘Yes, yes, my bad, my fault, I am the one to blame, arghhhhh damn it all to hell.”

Again an involuntary smile stretched her lips, flipping to lie on her back, she closed her eyes, breathing deeply, hugging the pillow, like a lifebuoy…. reliving the magical moments.

It was magical! It was like making love yet not with the body. It felt like a communion on the ethereal level, and of spiritual magnitude. Even now, she still felt replete, and whole.

Her magical core was thrumming, humming. She could feel it. Oddly, she never sensed it this acutely before. She had physical perception of the magic flowing, when she used to cast spells. Except now, she is sensing the magical energy field inside her, this nucleus of buzzing swirling currents. She could almost hear it, like when she puts a conch shell to her ear, and listens to the sound of waves. It was similar to kinetic energy, it shifts, turns, writhe, inside, propagating, spreading to her limbs, head, enveloping her like she is dipped in a warm bath, and it feels wonderfully satiating. It feels as if a lost piece of her is back where it belonged.

Yawning and stretching, a smile tugged on the seams of her lips, remembering images and flashes of last night’s “finale.”

Oh How she tried to forget his arms embracing her, the rhythmic movement of his right hand, going up and down, leisurely, up…slowly down, gently up… down, unhurriedly, almost lazily, and shivers running in its wake, following his caressing hand over the length of her spine, blooming goose-bumps all over her skin. There was no blood in her veins anymore, just liquid fire. It burned, sizzled; the cracklings she thought she heard were the moans of their magical, or chemical fusion into one. The coup de grâce dealt when he whispered in her ear, enquiring what she wanted to ask, his captivating voice, silky-smooth, his warm warm breath on her hypersensitive skin, tickling every nerve end, to its destination in her spinal cord up to her medulla oblongata and back, again! At light speed.

His presence, up close and personal, exuding animalistic sensuality, feral intentions albeit controlled and leashed, for her sake, at this moment in time. He was devastating her hastily erected barriers and defenses, more than any “Confringo Curse” could, by any stretch of the imagination. Without even trying, to the contrary he was holding back.

Oh Merlin how she wanted to feel his lips on hers. Embraced tightly to his solid physique, kissed hungrily, and be absolutely ravished. However her Neocortex where logic and reason reside was in a bitter battle with her Limbic brain, or in this case, the main culprit for her absurd and emotional decisions and actions and most of all reactions. The Conflict ended with the Neocortex having the upper hand, while the Limbic part was still kicking and screaming. Her reptilian brain was ordered to calm down immediately by the supposedly “victor”. Thus her heartbeat, breathing and other vital functions went back to normal, gradually, and very very slowly.

At that moment she started to wake up from the toxic lustful haze, which he enraptured her in. Staring into his eyes, they were the color of blood. During the afternoon, she became aware of his irises changing from amber gold to red, when he was angry or wound up. She surmised he was having maybe the same conflict, but she needed to back-paddle, this was bordering on dangerously tempting him, and more treacherously so, herself.

Alas, the Limbic part of her brain, kicked her Neocortex in the synapses, and the latter crumbled in a heap, reason and logic and neurons scattered on the floor of her unbridled yearning.

The soothing movement continued, slowly, from the small of her back, to the nape of her neck. Hypnotizing her mind, relaxing her body, alluring her senses. She simply wanted to snuggle into his broad chest, and feel herself cocooned, secure, and safe.

She wanted to shove her nose into his skintight sweater and breathe deeply. Inhale his citrusy fragrance, mixed with this unidentified aroma of warm flesh, muscle, and strength, the scent of a Man. A heady bouquet of temptation, igniting an unknown need inside her mind, and body. Playing all of her sensory nerves, into sensual chaos. Pheromone, the biological aphrodisiacal substance, or so they say; she doesn’t care, she wants more. More of this Man.

She could have sworn his magical aura was engulfing hers, squeezing it, in pulsating rhythm, compress… release; squeeze…let loose, clasp…unclasp, a magical breathing, an inhale and exhale motion, blending them into one another, to make one colorful central core. Heart! Does magic have a heart? Could someone hear the heartbeats of magic? She thought she did. Their one fused Heart beating, like African spells, chanted amid mesmerizing drumbeats.

The Merging of two entities, into one, his magic embracing hers, yet simultaneously sieging her in an act of possession, and invasion, not violent, yet forceful, inevitable, akin to the moon’s tug on the ocean. She, at this moment, was a spellbound high tide, of desire, lust, seeking his inviting and persuasive shore.

She wanted to melt within him, merge totally, and burn in his radiating sun. She was glowing, shining with him, in him; burned to ashes, then reborn like a phoenix, in his glorious magical supremacy. She heard his voice in her mind, or somewhere she thought must be her mind, enthralling her, “yes …open up for me little one…let go…open wide…let me in… feel me inside you…yes… like this…feel me deeper …come with me …cum for me…your Master…”

She obeyed. She was pierced, stabbed, slowly, until rays of colors behind her retinas exploded, waves of heat submerged her, or what she still felt like her, she was not tangible anymore. There were thrusts of warmth, jabs of light, lunges of vibrations, and she disintegrated.

She was surrounded by him, engulfed, a droplet of sweat in his pore. She was a cell in his organism; a heartbeat in his heart, a particle in his space, a proton in his nucleus, no smaller still, a quark in his proton. She was out of her body swimming, gliding, soaring, released from her prison of flesh, free, replete, her plenitude found with him, in him. She was Ecstasy. Euphoria. Nirvana.

She forgot her question, where she was, how much time had passed, a minute? A decade? A Century? She did not care. She was all centered on and in this man.

He was no Dark Lord anymore; Voldemort did not exist at this instant.

He was her lacking piece of puzzle, she found him, and she did not want to let go.

He was the Yang to her Yin, forming the Tajitu, the symbol of complimentary forces, locked together, 2 pieces of a circular puzzle, in black and white. Light and Dark.

Opening her eyes, she found herself tightly embraced in his arms, his right hand on her neck, thumb-calming movement in the small concave space, where her Atlas vertebrae tried to hold her skull up. Surrounding her waist, his left hand’s long fingers reaching almost her abdomen, caressing. Her cheek rested on his chest, palms flat, on either side of her head.

Breathing deep, stirring and trying to push herself away from this mountain of muscles and heat, he felt her twisting, she tried to ask what was happening, he shushed her hesitant protestations, his deep mesmerizing baritone crooned whispers, softly pulling her back into a state of quasi-somnolence.

“Hush little one, just close your eyes and sleep”, she obeyed again. Closing her heavy lids, her body basking in his heat, and comfort. Now, here she is waking up, in her bed, with only her bra and panties on.

She saw the clothes she had worn yesterday, discarded on one of the twin chairs, her cheeks flamed red.

’Oh My! Merlin’s Wand!! This is becoming a humongous pile of shite.’

Not only she wanted to kiss him, him of all people, and do other things, she did not care to name just about right now, but also the Dark Lord undressed her and put her to bed as if she was a toddler. Is this string of idiocies she seems to be indulging in going to end?? What the hell is wrong with her?? Why is she losing her bearings every time he is near?

‘Unresolved Sexual Tension, what do you think?’ The snarky reply echoed in her head.

‘I do not want YOU to think, just shut it you annoying know-it-all!’

‘One of us has to, don’t you think?’ Her mental-double rebuked sarcastically.

She is definitely updating that list of “brain damage symptoms” and sending it to healer Gustavessen.

This is ridiculous. Riddikulus indeed! She is becoming her own Boggart for Godric’s sake! Her mental-self –‘yes pun intended, you annoying chit’- is making her climb the walls. A snort was heard in her mind.

Enough! This is all so trivial and irrelevant to her situation. She needs to get back on track. Jumping out of bed she ran to take a quick shower. How she wished to try this whirlpool sunken bathtub, but she can do that tonight. Applying a sandalwood scented body hydrating lotion, she checked the displayed magical clock on the wall; ‘Damn it is 7:30 already’.

She opened “Ali Baba” cave/closet, giggling about ‘open, O sesame’ yet feeling daunted with what to choose, since comfortable and casual wear didn’t figure on the list of this appointed Fashion Guru of hers.

Perusing through the underwear drawer, she found another “decent” practical cotton set, not as wearable as yesterday’s set, but it will do, the panties especially were sliding into her butt crack and annoying her to no end.

‘Skirts no, though my bum is still killing me, dresses definitely not’ finally she picked a navy blue jeans, topped with white cotton shirt and dark blue cashmere cardigan, the classic leather ballet flats, she already put on yesterday. That is casual and comfortable, she thought with a nod to her mirror reflection. Brushing her hair into lustrous brown ringlets, she ignored the entire cosmetic kits in the bathroom, and just put some day cream to hydrate her face, and some gloss on her lips.

Going out of the bathroom, the jeans rubbing on her rear end, and reminding her of what she mostly wanted to forget, but it was tolerable now. She heard a knock on her door.

“Come in” she answered her morning visitor. The door slid open to reveal Draco in a similar outfit to the one he wore the day before, but with inverted colors, the pants were dark bottle green, while the shirt was black, save for the cape, it was the same.

“Morning beautiful” He came to her side to kiss her on the cheek, she took a step back away from him.

“Don’t” she chided, seeing the hurt in his eyes did not sit well with her, after all he was her friend for more than a year, he rescued her, and she just couldn’t shut him out this nonchalantly. Sucking on her breath, she went to him and then on tiptoes, to reach his cheek, she kissed him back, apologizing for her rude attitude and foul mood this morning. True to himself, Draco smirked, winking at her, dismissing the incident.

“It is quarter to eight, we have barely 10 minutes to talk, so tell me what happened after I left?” He sat in one of the chairs, folding one leg on top of the other. Following her to and fro pacing.

Hermione hectic nerves wouldn’t let her sit, aside from the fact that sitting was a bit of a difficulty for the time being. She wasn’t the type to fidget easily, but Merlin knows these last 24 hours would have made anyone wants to go up the wall.

“Nothing happened, we talked” She dismissed too fast for Draco’s keen observant and watchful eyes. She took her dirty clothes and went to the bathroom where there was a hamper.

“Ah huh, and?” He casually insisted, when she came back, and resumed her pacing. If anyone knows the princess well enough, it certainly would be him. He can read her easily, especially those unnoticeable signs that she displays when edgy. When she paces like this, it means there are many thoughts occupying her restless mind.

“And Nothing Malfoy!” She scowled at him, and her right thumb found a way to her teeth, and like the old days, Draco stood up and snatched it out of her mouth.

“Stop biting your nails, you will ruin the manicure the house-elves worked in your ‘absence’” He reprimanded snootily, and then as if nothing happened he asked again “what did he do? What did he say?”

“Really Malfoy, of all the things to think about, you are upset about my manicure??” Rolling her eyes at him, she shook her head; it takes a Malfoy male to talk manicure at 8:00 in the morning. She flopped on the other chair, winced, darn she forgot about her posterior handicap.

‘It’s all his fault!’ She thought angrily.

‘Blaming it on others’ now princess?’ Again her bossy self did not relent.

‘Oh!!! GO TO SLEEP’ sometimes, it is a disaster to have this much of an honest alter ego! Draco’s voice pulled her back to the present.

“Princess being presentable and well-groomed is always a plus. Now spill, what have you done yesterday to warrant chewing on your nails like this today??”

A withering look answered him before she asked belligerently, with right eyebrow arched “ What Have I done? I as in Me? Myself? Moi? Malfoy!”

“Yes, yes, yes and yes.” He chuckled when he saw her seething and ready to bite his head off. “Stop stalling, seven minutes left before we need to get a move on. Start talking”.

Sighing she passed her fingers in her almost dry hair, noticing that now it felt sleek and smooth, without the exasperating frizzy dry, split-ends, or gnarls.

“Well, he gave me a crash course in 101 Magical History, Anthropology, Magical Physiology and Anatomy vs. Muggles’, Pranyama summary, Quantum Physics and Wormholes, then he spanked me, and after we had dinner together. Happy now?”

That was so Slytherin of her to use Cognitive Dissonance or counter psychology on him. She giggled inwardly.

It is so easy to trick the mind, even of the most cunning. The concept of cognitive dissonance is simple really. It is the idea that we find it hard to grasp two contradictory viewpoints, so we unconsciously amend one to make it fit with the other.

Yes, he’s a Slytherin all right, but she is Hermione Granger, and if she tells him the Dark Lord spanked her, he might find it so hard to believe that he would think she is not serious, and simply joking. He won’t believe the spanking but will believe the joking part; meanwhile, she would be telling the truth. Ta-Dah!

Draco’s jaws looked unscrewed, lower jaw totally slack, she snickered, while he was looking at her, with a baffled expression on his face, thus she stretched her hand, with the tips of her fingers, she lifted his lower jaw up, snapping it shut.

“You don’t want to catch flies, do you? That would be so unbecoming Malfoy” She sniggered. Oh! Yes! She learned a couple of things from the Slytherins’Prince.

“Are you taking me for a fool?” Draco snarled, eyes as big as a Quidditch Bludger ball.

‘And there you go prince,’ Hermione coughed, scratched the back of head, and simply looked at him with big brown innocent orbs “Ummm No?”

The Platinum blond Slytherin blinked, then he said while a smile started to form on his face, “Salazar pubes, he did spank you!”

‘You are losing your touch, if I may say so’ the scoffing voice came back at her with a vengeance.

‘SHUT UP’. Merlin! Is she really this annoying?!?!

Now, everyone knows Draco’s sniggers, snarls, sneers, even sometimes chuckles, but a minority, which means 4 or 5 people, ever heard Draco’s laugh, a full fledged high pitched honest to Godric laugh, and that’s a pity, because it was melodic and really beautiful, and made him look so handsome, and lively.

Albeit not for her just now, she was fuming, she wanted to smack him upside the head, since he was folded in two in his chair, almost pissing his pants, nearly choking with guffaws, she thought he’s going to roll on the floor while he was at it. Vexed, she couldn’t take it anymore and finally smacked him upside the head.

“Shut up you annoying prick” Snorting and trying to stop, but failing miserably, he stood up and said between hiccupping gurgles, trying to breathe, wiping his laugh tears, shaking his head a big grin plastered on his flushed face.

“All right, …hehe…we need to go, hehehe …but expect a …haha thorough…hahaha interrogation, later. haha .”

“MALFOY!” He stepped out, waiting for her, shaking his head, and still smiling, she glowered at him, following him outside into the beautiful natural light pouring in from the scenic windows of the hallway. Walking beside him, she smacked his behind as hard as she could. Then she laughed.

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