Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, this is just for funsies.
AN: Part 2! Thank you all for the favorites and the reviews! I love you guys!
After spending over an hour outside by the Black lake, repeating the words 'I fucked Voldemort', over in over in her head in an effort to wrap her brain around it, she finally made her way back to the castle and headed straight for the library. She was in no way ready to head back to her room if there was any chance that he could be watching her through the mirror. She found an empty table near the back of the library, and resigned herself to spending the afternoon researching her problem.
Four hours later, she was no closer to finding a way to break the enchantment, and she still had no explanation for how she had gone through the mirror the night before. Frustrated, she headed back to her room, and the first thing she did was cover the mirror with a velvet drape. She was not about to turn a blind eye to Tom Riddle being a…well…peeping Tom. She snickered at the thought, and then decided that the only thing that would help her right now was a hot bath.
She stepped into the bathroom and used wandless magic to open the taps, and took a deep breath as warm lilac scented water began to fill the over-sized tub. She leaned on the vanity, and stared at her reflection in the mirror.
Hi, I'm Hermione Granger, Muggleborn friend to Harry Potter, and I just fucked Voldemort.
She banged her head against the mirror and groaned. How was this her life? Harry and Ron would never speak to her again if they found out. She screamed in frustration, and pulled her shirt off, and unzipped her jeans, pulling them down over her hips. When she stood, something about her reflection caught her attention.
"What the Bloody hell?" she muttered, peering down at her exposed hip. There, on her hipbone, was what looked like a golden tattoo. As she looked closer at it, she gasped. It looked like the Dark Mark, only instead of a skull, it was a lion's head with a snake coming out of its mouth, forming an infinity symbol. Her hand moved to it instinctually, as if to make sure she wasn't imaging things, and as her fingers brushed over it, she heard a loud splash behind her and yelped in surprise as she quickly turned around.
Sprawled in her tub, was a soaking wet, and very pissed off Tom Riddle.
"What the fuck was that?" he said in a dangerously calm voice, moving to pull himself from her bathtub, and frowning at his soaked clothes.
In her shocked state, she showed no concern over her lack of clothing, because at the moment, anger was much higher on her priority list.
"How the bloody hell should I know, you…you…pervert!" she shouted, not willing to back down.
"Pervert? Me? That's rich, considering it was clearly you that did this." He spat accusingly, crossing his arms over his chest. Even in soaking wet clothes, he still managed to look imposing.
"Well, you're the one who took advantage of me last night!" she accused stabbing her index finger into his chest.
He smirked, "Oh, that's right, because" and he raised his voice an octave in a poor imitation of hers as he continued, "Oh God, Don't you dare fucking stop, translates to No, clearly."
She gaped at him putting her hands on her hips and took a step towards him, "I thought it was a random sex dream! How was I supposed to know I'd end up in the past fucking Lord Voldemort!" she shrieked.
His eyes widened and he froze.
She realized belatedly, what she had said, and her hand flew to her mouth.
"Shit." She mumbled beneath her hand.
He took a step towards her, and she backed up slowly until her backside hit the counter.
"How do you know that name?" he asked leaning in close to her, his nose skimming her cheek, and she felt her pulse racing as his hard body held her in place.
"I uh…I read it somewhere." She lied and flicked her gaze to his chest.
His hand shot out and grabbed her chin, "Liar."
He forced her to meet his eyes and he whispered, "Legillimens!" as he dove into her mind
He watched as memories of a bushy haired girl, a be-speckled boy, and his red-headed side kick said the name in hushed tones, of a battle with masked wizards in a room full of glowing spheres, of a reptilian looking wizard with glowing red eyes; he pulled out of her mind violently, and she collapsed against him, panting into his neck from the invasion. His hand unintentionally fell to her waist, and the feeling of her body molded against his made his cock twitch.
She blinked up at him in surprise when she felt his arousal, and blushed, aware that her body was pressed against his, and that she was practically naked.
The corner of his lips curved up into a smirk, "I believe you were about to take a bath."
She stared at him incredulously, "If you think for one moment that I'm going to-"
He pressed a finger to her lips to silence her, "You'll do everything I say, because if you don't, I'll just Imperius you. Now, would you like to do this the easy way, or the hard way?" he said brushing a curl behind her ear in a mockery of a tender gesture.
"Fuck you." She hissed defiantly.
He chuckled darkly, "Oh, you've already done that, my dear, though I must say, I rather enjoyed it. Now, strip."
She turned away from him angrily, unclasping her bra and tossing it to the floor, and then shooting him a glare as she bent over slightly allowing her knickers to fall to the floor.
"Turn around." He ordered, enjoying watching her squirm.
She took a deep breath through her nose, reminding herself that unfortunately, there wasn't anything he hadn't already seen, and she turned to face him.
His eyes swept over her form appreciatively until his eyes fell on the small golden mark on her hip bone and he frowned.
"What is that? That wasn't there last night." he asked pointing to it, and she looked down perplexed at her new tattoo.
"How the hell should I know? I only noticed it right before you landed in my bathtub." She said sarcastically, and he shot her a warning glare.
"Strange that it only showed up after last night." He said pulling his yew wand from his pocket and ignoring how she stiffened as he ran it over her skin. The mark shimmered in a way that he recognized. He had been doing research on magical tattoos as a means of summoning his followers, and it looked as if this marking worked in precisely the same way, which meant…
He looked up at her in surprise and without a word, he slammed his wand down on the vanity and ripped open his shirt.
Hermione's eyes widened as she watched the buttons of his oxford shirt scatter across her bathroom floor, and had to mentally slap herself from the pulse of desire that ran through her at seeing his exposed chest and the tantalizing trail of dark hair that ran down into the waistband of his trousers until she noticed that he had the same magical tattoo that she did, though his was just above his left pectoral muscle on his chest.
"Try touching it." Hermione said, her desire for knowledge overcoming her common sense.
As soon as his fingers touched his mark, she felt a shock of pleasure run through her, and strong need to touch him. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, and she looked at him horrified.
He smirked at her reaction, and before he could say anything, she reached down and stroked her mark with a defiant glare. His cock immediately responded, and a shudder of pleasure rippled through him as he hissed.
"fuck."
Before she could say anything, he lifted her onto the vanity and his lips crashed into hers, kissing her hard until she bit down on his lip. He pulled back long enough to glare at her, as his hand closed over her hip, touching her mark, and she cried out in pleasure from the sensation, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him back in for another kiss. His hands moved to the button of his pants, undoing them quickly as she writhed against him, and he almost came when her hand trailed down over his chest and brushed his mark. He grasped her hips roughly, and with a quick thrust, buried himself inside her. Her little mewling cries shot straight down to his cock as he mercilessly fucked her on her bathroom counter. He could tell that she was close, so he leaned down to her ear, and whispered, "Come for me, Princess" as his thumb circled her clit.
A moment later, she was clutching his shoulders for dear life as she came hard, shuddering against him as he fucked her through her orgasm. With a few final thrusts, he came hard inside of her, panting heavily against her neck.
As the fog of lust lifted, and her awareness slowly came back to her, she felt shame wash over her.
She fucked Lord Voldemort. Again.
"Well, that was interesting." He said as he pulled back from her, noticing that she was looking anywhere but at him.
"That's one word for it, I suppose." She said shortly, and he gave her an annoyed glare
"Don't act like you didn't want it just as badly as I did." He shot back.
She blushed, realizing that he was right. No matter if he was the darkest wizard of his time, or would grow to be, he hadn't done this…she did.
She sighed, "You're right, I'm sorry." She said as she rubbed her temples and he looked at her in surprise.
"There, was that so hard?" he said with a smirk and she held up her hand to silence him, "Don't push it, Voldemort."
He snorted, and handed her a towel off the shelf so that she could cover herself. He had to give her credit, she was feisty.
"Now on to the next issue of concern; how do I get back?" He asked raised an eyebrow at her.
AN: *Snort* I can't help it. I can already feel it in my bones you guys, this story is going to be so much fun to write...LOL!