A/N- We get some insight into Voldemort's intentions towards Hermione here. YAY! Or not. Maybe you like the mystery of the complex man. Still don't own the characters, just playing with them for my amusement and yours. Also some sexy time. Smut isn't my strong suit, so sorry if it's not what you were expecting.

After breakfast they went to the wizarding center of Italy and Hermione helped him pick out new robes. Then they sent them back to the house and went to Milan to get him some Muggle clothes. Then they returned to the house after lunch in a café. He tossed his old clothes into a pile and cast a spell to destroy them. Hermione cast spells to clean his new clothes and robes before putting them away. He came upstairs nude, "I need some clothes."

"Sure," she pulled out some jeans and a t-shirt, "here. I'll grab a pair of boxers for you."

"Thanks."

Once he was dressed they walked downstairs to the library and went to work. Hermione explained her theory and he nodded, "We need to look for spots with the oldest magical traces. Egypt would certainly be one. Now we just need to scan for magic there."

"How do we do that?"

Voldemort looked around, "I don't have any innately old magical objects here, but it's like sonar. We should start looking for spots for ancient magic now."

"Okay," she nodded, moving back to the library shelves to get more books on old magical spots. "Will we be able to find them all?"

"I found the book in Argentina. We should look at ancient things around South America."

"Easter Island would be a good spot," she said. He nodded in agreement as she wrote it down. "Did my parents write back?"

"No not yet," he said, frowning as he read through a book about big magic spots in South America. "We need to figure out how to translate that book."

"We don't understand their language, Voldemort."

"That's why this will be so difficult, but once we've been able to track them we can move on and find them."

"You think they hold the key to immortality?"

"I don't know. But Atlantis is out there, somewhere. We just have to find it, Hermione. And we will."

They studied until his stomach growled. Hermione laughed and they went out into the village to a small, cozy restaurant. Dinner was surprisingly romantic, and that surprised them both. They ate plenty, Voldemort putting more away then she had expected. He must have been very hungry. After they had dessert, Voldemort finishing it after she was full, they paid and left, walking through the town together. "What if you can't find it?"

"I'll figure out something else."

"You're not scared you might not?"

"The only thing I fear is dying."

She looked at him in surprise, "Why tell me that?"

"Because you're mine," he shrugged. Hermione rolled her eyes. She was hoping that that word love would make an appearance. Even if he didn't mean it, it would have been nice to hear. "What's wrong?"

"I just…is what you feel for me more than possession? Is there…is there something else there? Some other emotion?"

"What, love?" He chuckled as they walked on, "Really, Hermione, don't you know me?" She swallowed and looked down. He stopped walking and turned to face her, "Hermione, you expect too much of a man who just reunited his soul. The other…potion," he lowered his voice as he said that, "was meant to work slowly."

"But do you think you could one day?"

"You can never be with another," he said. "My emotions are irrelevant."

"Mine aren't," she mumbled. He sighed. This always happened. She expected love from him. How could she still not understand this relationship?

Now starting to feel frustrated and exasperated, he led them home. Once inside Hermione went back to the library and Voldemort closed his eyes, sighing. He didn't know how to deal with her. He didn't want to lie to her. He walked into the library and pulled her to him, kissing her hard. She fell against him, moaning into the kiss as it deepened. He pushed her into the bookcase, their hands groping one another relentlessly. When he pulled away he whispered, "I'm going to go get something to drink. Then we're going to talk."

She just nodded, still recovering from their sudden makeout session. She had to take several breaths after he left to collect herself. What was that all about? Hermione sat down on the loveseat and ran her hand over the leather. She didn't know what to do with him anymore. Her relationship with him was one that he called possession but she didn't think it felt like that at all. Hermione wanted him to want her like she had grown to want him over these past couple of months and he just didn't seem there.

When he returned he had two glasses and a bottle of wine, as well as some bread. "Ever since my body altered in the bath I've felt like I'm starving."

"I told you you should eat," she said to him.

"Now let's talk. Hermione, you need to understand that I have never been given or been in love before. Don't expect that from me. You belong to me, you belong with me. I know you know that. Let that be enough. You seem to want that which I'm not capable of. You will never have another."

"That's my point! You're the man I'm with forever. I know that. But dammit, Voldemort, I want what everyone else gets. If I were with Ron…" Hermione shut her mouth. She'd said too much.

"Weasley? You want Weasley?" He rolled his eyes, "Fine, let's go see Weasley." He cast the spell to make them invisible and Disapparated them. Hermione had never been invisible with him before. She couldn't see Voldemort, but his hand stayed on her arm. He took her to the Burrow and they snuck into the house and upstairs to Ron's bedroom. Hermione didn't feel right about this. Not right at all. They entered the bedroom to see Ron snogging Lavender Brown. Hermione flushed. She'd thought Ron liked her. He'd looked so disappointed that she wasn't going to stay with them. Here he was lying in his bed with Lavender underneath him. Her fists clenched and Voldemort pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Voldemort intended to punish her, but she had the feeling even he hadn't expected this.

She leaned up to whisper in his ear, "Let's go home."

Voldemort smiled and they vanished; Ron and Lavender didn't even notice. Now back in Italy Hermione left his side when they returned. He hadn't expected that. Hermione walked outside and looked at their view. It was a gorgeous view. But what she'd just seen had hurt her. She didn't hear Voldemort come outside behind her. "I…I thought he was attracted to me. That he…he desired me. It was nice…being wanted by someone. I'm stuck with Voldemort forever. He looks good, and I like it when he holds me but…it's not the same. Ron would have wanted me. Sure Voldemort's nice sometimes…but he's only out for his own ends."

"I do care about your well-being Hermione," he said from behind her. She jumped and turned to face him, "If I didn't I wouldn't have you here. I wouldn't have told Dolohov I wanted you when he was plotting kidnapping you and taking you to a revel to be raped by a gang of Death Eaters. I wouldn't have marked you to make sure you were safe. I wouldn't have marked you to Apparate to your side whenever you needed me. I wouldn't have paid for the second potion if I didn't want you to like what you see when you look at me. I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't want you."

Never before had he told her any of that. Hermione moved to him and he leaned down to kiss her, Hermione returning it with passion. "I'm sorry he treated you so poorly Hermione. But surely you can see how much you mean to me?" Finally she nodded and he caressed her cheek, "When I say you're 'mine' I don't mean you're my slave. I…" she kissed him again, her tongue entering his mouth.

"I get it," she whispered when they separated for breath, "I get it now Voldemort. Let's go inside. We have work to do."

"I have something else in mind," he scooped her up and cast a spell when they reentered to lock and ward the doors of the house. Upstairs he laid her in the bed and removed his t-shirt. Hermione pulled him down to her and they kissed. He realized she was aware of what was going on and smiled when her hands pulled her own shirt off. They kissed passionately as they undressed and Voldemort mumbled a contraception spell. He wanted to make sure they were safe. He didn't want children. They were whiny and obnoxious.

When they were naked Hermione didn't feel any different. They were naked around each other every day in the shower. She trusted him. Voldemort spread her legs and looked down at her. The last time he'd been down between her legs she'd had underwear on. She looked very good. "Your body truly is completely gorgeous." Hermione just smiled, watching as he leaned down and went down on her. Her eyes closed. Merlin he felt good. Voldemort went down on her, enjoying her body's response to his touches. Hermione's body was always responsive to him like this. He licked her, Hermione groaning. He smiled and pleasured her until she was wet and ready for him. He moved up and Hermione reached down to stroke him, "Hermione…"

"I want to give you oral too."

He felt his pulse quicken, "How about tomorrow. I just want to be inside you right now. Neither of us has cum yet."

Hermione nodded and he leaned down to kiss her, "Be gentle?"

"Of course," he promised, kissing her again, "you're so sexy," he gently entered her and she gasped. "Are you okay?"

She nodded and opened her eyes, "You're really big."

"Can I push further in?"

She nodded and he pushed further into her, breaking her hymen. She gasped in surprise at the pain. He immediately stilled. Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes and pulled him down to kiss her, which he eagerly did. He waited for over two minutes before Hermione finally gave him the go-ahead. He thrust into her slowly and Hermione moaned, which made her tighten around him and elicit a groan from Voldemort. Hermione had never felt so…full before. He really was very large. At least compared to her petite size. He caressed her cheek and she looked up at him, "Relax and enjoy yourself," he whispered, "don't over-think it Hermione. Just enjoy it."

She was embarrassed that he knew what she was doing but she did as he'd told her to, feeling much better as she just let her brain stop functioning. Voldemort's thrusts felt so good it was easy to do that, "Tell me what to do."

"Wrap your legs around me," he said, thrusting into her deeper as the position changed. Both moaned as he rotated his hips. "So good," he gasped.

Voldemort hadn't had sex in a very, very long time. The pleasure he was feeling as he thrust into the young woman beneath him was something he'd missed, having not had sex in over 30 years. He would make sure Hermione wanted more. And he would naturally be happy to give it to her. Hermione pulled his head to hers and they kissed as they moved against one another. She was so incredibly receptive to him, even more than usual. When they came they both passed out.

Hermione woke to find him lying next to her roughly an hour afterwards. She realized they'd had sex and sat up, covering her body with the sheet. "I just had sex," she whispered.

"And it was bloody fantastic," Voldemort said, rubbing his face and sitting up. "Do you hurt?"

"No," she shook her head, "I think I need to use the bathroom though."

"I'm not stopping you," he said, watching her grab her dressing gown from the foot of the bed and sliding it on before walking to the bathroom. He mumbled the spell to clean himself and the bed up before standing and walking downstairs for something to snack on, only his boxers on.

Hermione frowned when he wasn't in the bedroom. Figuring he was hungry again she walked downstairs to see him debating what to make, "Go into the library and I'll make you something."

"I'm the one that cooks."

"But you don't know what you want. Let me make the decision for you." He nodded and she pulled him to her, kissing him, "Thank you for wanting me."

"I've wanted you for some time. I always get what I want," he smirked, letting her go and exiting. She could cook pretty well, he had to admit. She'd picked up alot from him.

Voldemort went to the library and looked at their list of places to look at. It was very long. They'd need to shorten it. When she went back to Hogwarts her time would be taken from him and put into her schoolwork.

When she entered a while later with some chocolate chip pancakes with cinnamon syrup and whipped cream smiley faces he was surprised. "All this for me?"

"You seemed so excited for chocolate chip pancakes this morning. I thought it was cute. And since you liked them," she leaned down and kissed him, "eat. You'll need your strength."

They looked over the list as he ate before deciding they needed to head to South America soon. Hermione had to admit, that sounded fun. She'd never been to the Americas. Once he finished eating they went back upstairs and got ready for bed, properly this time. Once in bed together his hands moved over her body, "I want you," he whispered.

"Me too," she nodded. Voldemort grinned and they undressed one another, Hermione pushing him onto his back and leaning down to suck on his cock, "This time I'm giving you oral too."

He had to admit, her mouth was good. He wondered how she'd learned to do this. She was very good at it, licking and sucking him with surprising skill. "Her…Hermione I'm going to cum if you keep that up."

She pulled away and leaned up to kiss him. "How did I do?"

"Perfectly," he smiled, "How did you learn to do that?"

"The girls in school are always talking about boys and sex, especially the ones I shared my room with," she shrugged, "I picked up a few things from listening."

"Apparently," he smirked, turning them so he'd be on top of her. They kissed as he entered her slowly, both groaning.