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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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She had faced three-headed dogs, Dementors, and a devilish horde of Cornish pixies. She had fought Death Eaters and Aurors alike. She had survived her OWLs. Fought a troll. Tamed a giant. Been brought to the very brink of death…
And she would have gladly done all of that all over again if it meant she didn't have to walk into the Main Tent where their followers were waiting. More specifically, where Mag and the other Peeping Tom were waiting.
As she and Voldemort strode out of the forest and up the hill towards the tent, she feared the worst: that those two had shared the explicit scene they'd saw with the other Death Eaters. Perhaps they were all laughing about it now like a bunch of raunchy school children.
Just seeing her naked alone would have been embarrassing enough. But with their Dark Lord, entangled in each other's arms, sweaty and panting…
"Oh, gargoyles," Harmony groaned, covering her face with her hands.
Voldemort looked over his shoulder at her. He stopped to wrap an arm around her waist.
"Don't fret, my dear," he said. "If anything, those two will be jealous they weren't me."
"Oh, stop." She playfully slapped his stomach. "Horrible."
"It's not so bad," he coaxed into her ear. "It's only natural, is it not?"
She shrugged one shoulder and kicked the wet grass with each step. "That may be so, but what if they mock us behind our backs?"
"Then they'd be fools!"

Harmony didn't reply.
He stared at her beside him for a quiet moment.
"Then let them," he reiterated more calmly.
She looked up at him.
"It doesn't matter what they say," he said. "If it's behind your back, then it isn't important. Don't let them have that power over you. If you show them that it's no big fuss then they will eventually follow your lead."
Harmony nodded, finding strength in his words. Then she smiled.
"Now you're starting to sound more like me," she said.
He let out a laugh. "You certainly have your moments," he agreed.
Pointing up on her tip-toes, she placed a kiss on his freshly-shaven cheek.
When they reached the Main tent, Harmony slowed to a stop just short of walking in. The tent flaps were closed—billowing softly in the morning breeze—but they were still alone.
Voldemort sensed her reluctance and sighed before saying, "If it really upsets you that much, then it's alright if you want to go back—"
"No," she said firmly. "I'll go. I'd have to at some point, wouldn't I? I won't hide."
He pursed his lips to obscure a pride-filled smile and stepped up to the entrance.
"Very well."
He disappeared between the tent flaps, and after a deep breath, she followed.
A hush suddenly fell when their presence became known. Eyes cast to them. Bodies turned to give their fullest attention. It was a group of maybe fifteen people, most of which Harmony didn't recognize. A young group. Some looked like they had hardly graduated from Hogwarts. She looked each of them in the eye and saw fear. That was when she spotted Mag.
He stood half-hidden behind a tall, muscular Death Eater as though hoping it would protect him if Harmony or Voldemort felt the urge to attack. His normally pallid complexion was blotchy with violent shades of magenta, his lower lip swollen from nervously chewing on it with sharp teeth, black eyes darted around to everywhere but her. His obvious discomfort gave her confidence, and when his gaze frightfully fell onto her, she held it.
Harmony mustered a rather sinister smile that said: Yes, that's right. I see you.
Mag's eyes bulged and he darted back behind the bulky Death Eater.
"You lot are not my best and brightest," Voldemort began. He added with a bitter downturn of the mouth, "Not magically, anyway. No, my best and brightest were found blacked-out sloshed on the ground, hardly able to lift a wand. Some of you were witness to just how well I took this sight."
There was a unanimous shiver around the room as they recalled the memory.
"You lot, however, are the finest I have able right now. And we have a new follower pick-up that is scheduled in the next fifteen minutes, as well as a supply pick-up succeeding it. Your Mistress and I," he glanced at Harmony, "will be there to lead you."
He informed the group on the locations of the pick-ups. The first was in a Muggle town not far from London and the other was within a forest in the countryside. Only two or three of the people present were familiar with the locations—Voldemort has been careful with whom he had shared that information with—and they were going to have to resort to Side-Apparition in order to make this work.
Voldemort wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her needlessly close to his side, and Harmony took the hand of a Death Eater standing beside her. Around the room, followers were linking up, and when Voldemort gave a nod, groups Apparated with a snap.
Voldemort's Apparition sucked her in like a black hole with the Death Eater she was gripping on to close behind. All of their matter melded into one multi-colored mass for a split second before they were spit out of the other side, landing in a place that was far from camp.
It was only mid-morning, so the town was still quiet and lethargic save for one or two Muggles leaving home early to open shop. But when those few captured the sight of the group of cloaked figures appearing out of the fog, they scattered like mice. It was smart choosing a Muggle town to do their work. If they were caught, the worst Muggles could do was call the police, an obstacle that could be easily handled.
Voldemort hesitated a second before retrieving his arm from around her waist. He took lead of the group and his followers did what they did best. Harmony stayed close to his side, casting her gaze warily around their surroundings. She hadn't forgotten the last time she had joined him on a mundane mission. It had been back at Riddle mansion, after she spent that first night in Voldemort's bed. They went to pick up the Vanishing Cabinet in Knockturn Alley. At the time, Harmony had been clueless to the fact that it was going to be used to infiltrate Hogwarts and ultimately lead to the death of the great Albus Dumbledore. That was back when she was hell-bent on stopping Voldemort's plans and bringing about his demise.
Harmony looked at the man striding confidently in step beside her.
My, how things change.
They were led to a large house in the heart of town. Voldemort knocked three times, and after some scurrying sounded behind the door, it opened a crack. A wide green eye blinked out at them. After a second to take recognition, the door flew open and an old woman was there to welcome them. She neither smiled nor grimaced at the sight of the witches and wizards. She merely stepped aside, giving them room to enter. When they passed, Harmony caught Voldemort pressing something into the old woman's palm, but she didn't catch what it was. The woman pocketed it and disappeared up a set of rickety stairs without a word.
They didn't follow her upstairs; instead Voldemort led them to a door in the back of the house which opened to stairs going down. Black mildew ravaged the walls near the baseboards, giving off a stale, musty scent. Dimly lit sconces scantily illuminated their way down into the cellar.
It looked more like the way into a crypt, but the sounds that sprang up from down below were exactly the opposite. Easy talking, laughing, the padding of little feet. It almost sounded like a party. Voldemort waved her forward to let her take the lead. Going down into the warm, welcoming light, Harmony was surprised by the sight she was met with at the bottom step.
Women and children—families of all sizes—were standing around in groups with stacks of luggage gathered at their feet. It was like a little piece of how it was back at camp. A child playing tag with her friends stopped short of the stairs where Harmony and Voldemort stood, and she pointed a little finger in their direction.
"Look! It's Voldy's wife!"
The father was quick the pull the child into his arms while every eye in the cellar turned to the stairs. Excited gasps and whispers followed before everyone folded into a respectful bow, save a couple of the children who were jumping up and down with their hands in the air.
Voldemort announced his welcome and Harmony did the same with a kind smile. He gave the group the usual orientation, such as what was to be expected of them when they arrived at camp and what rules that entailed. When finished, he beckoned to the Death Eaters behind him and they guided the people out of the cellar in an orderly fashion. Voldemort and Harmony stayed below where they could greet every one. To him, they bent a knee and silently accepted his outstretched hand. To Harmony, they showered her with comments of hope and enthusiasm; most of the children avoided their intimidating Dark Lord, but happily gave her a hug when she offered it. There was one child, however. A sweet little boy of about three years of age with sandy-blond curls and an innocent smile. When it was his turn, he didn't hesitate to grasp Voldemort by the knees in a loving embrace. Voldemort was taken aback by the show of sudden affection. When the boy didn't let go—only buried his face further into the folds of his cloak—Voldemort looked around for help. His blue eyes met Harmony's, who was trying to hide a smile behind her hand. At her silent bidding, he turned back to the boy, and after a hesitation, patted him gently on the head. The boy released him, only to move on to Harmony. When he and his family passed to go on up the stairs, she slipped her hand into Voldemort's and gave it pride-filled squeeze.
Once everyone was outside, they came upon the crowd just as the Death Eaters were casting the Portus charm on a stack of planting pots. A group of about twelve gathered around each one and took a hold of the clay edge. From the side, Harmony watched as they spun into a whirlwind and disappeared up into the sky with a blur. They were being taken to the forest near camp where Death Eaters would be waiting to guide them the rest of the way.
The next task on their list was a simple supply pick-up and required fewer helping hands. With Voldemort's arm wrapped around her waist, they Apparated to the next location, appearing at the mouth of a cave near a roaring river. It was a place Harmony had never seen before. In the shadows of the dank cavern, a stack of barrels and crates piled six feet high was guarded by a couple more Death Eaters who each awaited them with torches in hand. Voldemort went over to them, accepting a clipboard that was handed to him. He looked it over while a dark-skinned Death Eater wearing a black duster coat spoke urgently.
"Begging your pardon, my Lord," he said, keeping eyes downcast, "but we're running out of charitable donors to continue giving us goods."
"I made a deal with Heinbeck," Voldemort corrected. "Protection detail for an endless supply of provisions."
"Well, that detail has recently gone AWOL. We haven't heard from them since yesterday."
Voldemort studied the man's worried face.
"Something's off," the Death Eater said in an ominous tone.
Voldemort motioned for him to calm down. "I'll deal with it."
He nodded, backing off. The other Death Eater spoke then, "Your new followers are waiting just outside the cave, sir."
Voldemort's head shot over to him. "I made no plans to pick up followers here."
"Oh," the Death Eater stumbled back a step and he stuttered, "I-I thought you knew. They said they were looking forward to joining."
Voldemort drummed his fingers on the back of the clipboard then swung around to face Harmony who still stood at the mouth of the cave.
"Greet them for me, my dear. You have a better talent with this sort than I do."
Harmony nodded and left the dankness of the cave for the fresh air. The group of new followers stood in a clump some distance away from the entrance. Arms crossed and heads bowed, they showed a fear that Harmony was accustomed to seeing in the Dark Lord's old Death Eaters—the ones who were forced to join under threats of death. She walked up to them arms raised in a gesture of friendliness. She wanted them to know that they needn't be afraid of her. At the sound of her approach, their heads shot up like startled deer. However, their posture relaxed when they saw her, possibly after recognizing who she was.
A middle-aged woman in dark green robes stepped forward and bowed her head.
"Hermione Granger."
"Well," Harmony laughed, "I haven't been called that to my face in a long time."
"Do you mind?"
"No. It's just strange, is all."
"Would you like me to call you something else?"
Harmony thought about it.
"No," she said again with a little shrug. "I don't mind."
She scanned the cluster of new followers. They were different than the first group picked up in the Muggle village. There were no children, no laughter or playing. There was no hopefulness in their eyes, only an intense sense of duty. Every group was different, she supposed.
"Is the Dark Lord with you?" the woman in the green robes asked while looking over Harmony's shoulder.
"He's in the cave, looking over the new arrival of supplies."
Followers exchanged excited glances.
"He'll speak to you soon," Harmony continued, "but let me be the first to say 'Welcome.' Our number of followers grows stronger every day and I personally like seeing such good, passionate people becoming a part of it."
"How very kind of you," the woman said with a tight smile.
"When do we get to see the new headquarters?" asked a young man standing within the cluster of witches and wizards.
Harmony looked to him.
"Soon," she said with an encouraging nod.
A few Death Eaters came out of the cave, and like before, they cast a Portus charm on a random object—this time on a length of rope. New followers gathered around it, and while standing shoulder to shoulder, made up about half of the group.
"I'll get some more rope," volunteered a Death Eater before turning back to the cave.
At the other Death Eaters' direction, the followers grabbed on to a section of the knotted twine and they whirled up into the sky before disappearing with a crack like a whip. The remaining half of followers were less chatty than the first and Harmony stood there with them in silence until the Death Eater came back with another length of rope.
"Here," he said as he gave one follower an end and began stretching it out. People came forward to take a bit of it in their hand. The Death Eater went along, making sure they had a firm grip. But then he stopped, looked at one of the followers, and frowned.
"Don't I know you?" the Death Eater asked.
The follower he spoke to was a man with greying hair, wearing a leather three-piece suit. He was short and stocky and looked ready to jump out of his skin when the Death Eater stopped in front of him.
The man shook his head, lips pursed. "Nah, don't think so."
"You sure?" the Death Eater asked, wagging a finger at him. "I know I've seen you before."
The man shrugged and glanced to other followers for help. When no one spoke up, he shrugged again, looking increasingly uncomfortable.
"Huh," the Death Eater grunted. "I was so sure."
He turned away to continue down the line, but stopped again after three people. His posture went ridged, shoulders up, fists clenched. Slowly turning back to the man, he spoke in a harsh tone.
"I have seen you."
"What?" the man choked out.
"Yeah…The Battle of Hogwarts, it was."
The Death Eater went back in front of him and Harmony noticed he now held his wand at his side. Jaws clenched, anger rising, he went on:
"We were out in the courtyard, dueling like madmen. I had just finished off an Auror with a good, swift Killing curse before running over to join my mate. He was battling his own Auror. But just before I reached him, a blasting curse shot him right in the chest. His dead body crumpled in my arms. That goddam Auror…that was you. I couldn't forget your stubby little face!"
The man he was shouting at stumbled back a couple steps with shock written all over his features. But that shock quickly turned to something alarmingly sinister.
Then Harmony felt it—although subtle at first—an unpleasant pressure started slithering up her arm. By the time the pressure reached her shoulder, it hurt like a white-hot brand pressed onto her skin. Harmony gasped when she realized.
The Serpentine charm.
It was reacting to an impending danger nearby. Someone wanted to hurt her.
Her eyes went wide and looked over the group again. She noticed how many now held their wands with their now-threatening gazes turned onto her. With a startling flash of red light, the Death Eater was immobilized and Harmony was all alone.
She spun on her heel to the direction of the cave, already pulling out her wand. Voldemort's name came screaming out past her lips the very second he came sprinting out of the mouth of the cave. A look of anger, disbelief—almost fear—distorted his handsome face. He must have sensed the Serpentine charm, too, when it was activated. Their eyes met and without saying a word, they came to the same conclusion: It's a trap!
Voldemort didn't hesitate to pull out his wand and wave a spell over Harmony's head to the restless crowd of invaders behind her. She didn't see how it affected them, but it was met with shouts of panic and pain.
She and him gravitated towards each other and didn't stop until their wandless hands were grasping the other like lifeboats lost out on a stormy sea. At once, her Serpentine charm eased.
"Are you alright?" he shouted while his blue eyes searched her body up and down for any sign of harm.
"Fine!" she replied, turning to face the violent crowd. Some witches and wizards were running around, trying to flank them. "We need cover!"
"The cave!" He grabbed her hand. "Cast a Cascadia. Quick!"
She could already feel magic surging from his hand into hers. It gave her a sudden burst of power and together they cast a Cascadia that exploded from them in a flash of blue light. It knocked the intruders nearest to them off their feet before fading away. The short distance to the cave felt like an eternity to cross as they ran while fending off the spells and curses aimed at their back. Green flares burst from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and red from hers.
Once inside the safety of the dank cavern, Harmony cast a Protego Totalum over the entrance to hold off the intruders and their spells. Panting, she looked around and saw a couple Death Eaters cowering in fright behind the crates of supplies. Voldemort was over to them in an instant.
"Fools!" He jabbed his wand at them and they began screaming, their faces distorted with unimaginable pain. "How could you be so stupid as to let Aurors in under your very nose!? Do you think this is a game? Were you simply too lazy to check them?"
They fell to the dirty stone floor, writhing, as though ready to curl into themselves and die.
"Enough!" Harmony shouted.
Voldemort released the Cruciatus with a pout, like a little boy spoiled of his fun.
"You can waste time punishing those to blame once we get out of here alive!"
The Death Eaters straightened themselves and gave Harmony a grateful look when their Dark Lord's back was turned.
"Very well," Voldemort said, pointing to the crates of supplies. "Everyone grab something. We're going back to camp."
Outside the cave, Aurors were casting at Harmony's Protego charm with unrelenting force. Some even beat at the shield with angry fists. Harmony wasn't sure how much longer it was going to stand.
She took hold of a couple wooden crates smelling like spices and dried meats. Voldemort did the same and then held his hand out to her. When she took it, they spun into a black hole and came out on the other side with a snap. They were back at camp on the edge of the forest. There was another snap heard deep within the trees as the Death Eaters Apparated with their own burden of supplies. She and Voldemort were preparing to Apparate back to the cave for another pick-up when they heard shouts and the unmistakable hiss of spells being cast.
They exchanged startled glances, and it was then Harmony remembered the first half of "new followers" they had sent in by portkey at the cave. All new followers were supposed to be guided in by Death Eaters as a safety precaution. The impostures, a group of about twenty, were heading towards camp at that very moment. If they found the exact location of Voldemort's new headquarters—if any of them got away and revealed the location to the Ministry of Magic—that would be the end of Voldemort's hard work. The followers still needed more training; if the entire Auror force the Ministry possessed attacked the camp, would they be able to defend themselves? What about all the children?
At once, Harmony and Voldemort went running into the forest toward the sounds of fighting. The thick branches and leaves blocked out most of the sunshine and within the shadows were the familiar flashes of wand lights. They approached a large black lump lying at the base of a tree. After a closer look, Harmony withheld a gasp when she recognized it to be one of the Death Eaters from the cave. His eyes were open but empty and lifeless.
"Come on," Voldemort urged her.
They found the center of the fighting near a small meadow—the designated location for the portkey to bring the new followers. A group of Death Eaters had been waiting to take them into camp, but they had somehow been tipped off and now all hell was loose.
They hid behind a tree for a moment to take in the scene. There were more Death Eaters, but where the Aurors lacked in numbers they made up in finesse, and things were quickly evened out.
"What utter bullocks," Voldemort hissed under his breath.
"Hush," Harmony chided him. "Let's put an end to this."
"Right behind you, my dear."
They ran out of hiding, wands ablaze, and scared the wits out of a couple unfortunate Aurors in their path.
"Leaping Gargoyles!" a witch screamed out, making other Aurors turn heads. "It's them!"
Voldemort put her down with a rush of green lightning.
After the woman's outcry, Harmony and he became the center of attention. They stood back-to-back, deflecting blows and casting curses in unison. While the Aurors surrounded them, the remaining Death Eaters flanked their enemies to apply the pressure.
The same moment she deflected a red spell, a fiery burst of orange light came flying at her. She stepped aside at the last second and the blasting curse uprooted the grass with a shower of dirt. In response, she cast anExpelliarmus but their wand hardly left their hand before they used a summoning charm to bring it back. These Aurors were terrifyingly good.
"You know, dearest," Voldemort shouted over his shoulder to her while simultaneously fighting off four Aurors, "This would all go so much quicker if you only used my favorite little curse."
"No," she shouted back, casting a Stupefy.
"Avada…," he said, casting the Killing curse with each word for emphasis, "…Kedavra."
"No. We've been over this."
"Indeed. I remember out little fight quite vividly. I just…want to be sure you can do it."
"Of course I can do it," she shouted. "Anyone can do it with the right state of mind. That's not the point!"
"Then what, pray tell, is your point?"
"It's wrong to take someone's life! You steal away their very essence. It's not only bad for them—it's bad for you! Every time you take a life away, your very soul gets chipped away. Can't you feel it? Like a part of you is missing?"
He didn't reply for a moment, then:
"What nonsense…"
"It's not. You know it isn't."
"It's quick and efficient. Easy."
To prove his point, flashes of emerald green light flew freely from his wand, without him needing to even utter the words.
"It shouldn't be," she replied almost sadly. "It requires the strongest desire to cause death. I hope one day it becomes hard for you to cast the Killing Curse."
Voldemort snorted but he didn't sound displeased when he commented, "You and your soft heart."
"I know."
And that was that. He didn't bring it up again and Harmony continued casting her Stupefy's and Expelliarmus'. The Aurors' numbers dwindled with each Avada Kedavra he casted. Dead bodies were beginning to pile up around them.
"Go retrieve more supplies," he shouted to her amongst the commotion. "We need to get them before the damned Auror fools do."
"What?" she replied in shock. "And leave you here alone?"
He laughed aloud, casting a wave of power that swept three Aurors off their feet. "I think we both know I can handle myself."
Harmony felt a twinge of worry, but relented. After sending one last Stupefy, she Disapparated back to the cave. Her Shield charm over the entrance had worn off and two Aurors were investigating the containers of supplies. Outside, the sound of dueling could still be heard.
The Aurors spun around in surprise at Harmony's sudden appearance, and she knocked them off their feet with the wave of her wand. They hit the cave wall and fell to the ground unconscious. She latched on to two boxes with red plus signs painted on their sides, and then Apparated back to the meadow where the fighting still violently took place.
She caught the attention of several Aurors and Voldemort took advantage of their distraction. But this, in turn, caused a distraction for him, and as if on cue, five Aurors collectively sent a curse which hit him square in the back.
Voldemort gasped, blue eyes going wide, and he fell to his knees.
Harmony's heart stopped. She dropped the boxes and sprinted to his side. Her hand went down to touch the back of his neck while the other waved her wand at their assailants. She thought she felt blood on him, but it could've been sweat. Either way, an unexpected anger flared up from somewhere deep within her. She had never seen Voldemort cut down like that before in a fight. Seeing him gasping on his knees was such a strange sight that it frightened her.
She found herself thinking: How dare they? This is Lord Voldemort, the father of my child. If they think they can take him away from me, they're dead wrong.
Voldemort watched as she furiously came to his defense, casting spell after spell at anyone who dared to come close. It was obvious in his face that his pride had been hurt, but while he watched her—watched the way she desperately protected him—it brought a warmer look into his eyes.
He struggled to his feet—one hand holding his back—and with gritted teeth he rejoined her in the fight.
They quickly fell into a routine. She distracted while he killed. It worked efficiently, and it wasn't long before they were down to their last Auror. Voldemort gave her a nod and she cast a Stupefy at him. The red light enveloped their remaining enemy and his whole body froze. Voldemort ordered for the surviving Death Eaters to drag him into camp and restrain him in one of the tents.
"You're going to torture him, aren't you?" Harmony asked, wrapping an arm around his waist for support.
"I prefer the word 'interrogate,'" he replied, holding on to her in return. "We need to know how he and his Auror friends knew about the supply and follower pick-ups. It there's a dirty little snitch among my ranks, I'm going to find out about it. And I'm going to deal with it in the way I know best."
She pitied whoever that "snitch" might be.
"Here," she said delicately, "it's going to take a while for the stunning spell to wear off him. Let's go check out that wound of yours while we wait."
Voldemort grimaced when he touched his back—though he tried to hide it—and nodded.
They returned to the waterfall for the second time that day and sat themselves on a couple rocks on the shore. He undid the clasps of his black cloak, tossed it aside, and she carefully helped him take off his shirt. A fiery red slash marked down his back between the shoulder blades.
Harmony hissed. It looked painful.
"What is it?"
"A burn, I think," she replied. "It looks like you got hit with a Conflagration spell. Totally fixable. We'll just need more salve brewed up."
"Lovely," he groaned. "Why is it I always get burned when I'm around you?"
Harmony snickered. "An unfortunate coincidence."
She dipped the hem of her dress into the cold water and pressed it to the red blisters.
He let loose a moan of satisfaction.
"You like that?"
"That's lovely," he sighed.
She leaned forward and kissed the crook of his neck. "How about that?"
"Definitely," he chuckled.
They were quiet for a moment while Harmony periodically dipped her hem back into the water and replaced it over the wound.
"You know," he said in a thoughtful tone, "we make a good team."
She thought about them dueling together earlier, standing back-to-back.
"We do, don't we?"
It was followed by another lengthy silence.
"About our fight last night…" he began softly.
She quickly stopped him. "Let's not dwell too much on it—"
"I'm not talking about punishing the followers," he said. "I'm talking about what I did to you afterwards in our tent. When I kissed you…"
"Oh."
"You didn't like it."
"I was angry with you."
"I forced myself on you."
"And you stopped…with a little convincing."
"But that's the thing," he said, turning to look back at her over his shoulder. "You had to use magic against me to stop me from doing something I thought we both wanted at the time."
"I do like it when you kiss me," she assured him. "I like it whenever you touch me. But like I said: I was angry with you."
But the second the words were out of her mouth, she then understood his confusion.
"Oh, I see," she said quietly. "I've never rejected you before, have I? Whenever you've wanted me, I've wanted you too."
"I crossed a line last night," he admitted. "I did something I shouldn't have."
"Yes," she said. "But you understand now. It has to be something we both want. If I say 'No,' then stop. It's that easy."
He gave her a questioningly look. "What about this morning…?"
She smiled. "Oh yes. I wanted you, too."
He leaned in and there was a smile on his lips when he kissed her. His muscles tensed beneath her fingertips, and she felt his need to go further. Harmony had to force herself to pull away. He frowned, but she soothed him with a smile.
"Do you remember our plan from last night to have a little relaxation period?"
His lips stretched into a giddy grin at the memory.
"Let's still do it," she said. "Why not? After all we've been through today and every day we've known each other, I think we need a little break. Away from here. Away from the followers…I remember how much you enjoyed our time at Shell cottage. Maybe we could do something like that again. We could spend the day on the beach somewhere away from prying eyes, just the two of us."
From the look on his face, she could tell he liked the sound of that. But he shook his head.
"We've just been under attack. Now is not the time for fun."
"We stopped all the Aurors," she reminded him. "And if the Ministry sends any more, it'll be to the supply pick-up at the cave, away from here. The camp's location is still a secret."
He sighed, beginning to give in to the temptation.
"Sandy beaches," she crooned with a sultry look, "bomb fires, stargazing, late night skinny dipping."
Voldemort smiled and she knew he had relented.
"Alright," he said, holding up his hands. "But only for one night—after we've checked up on our Auror captive."
Harmony smiled.
"I'll go pack."
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