A/N I would just like to apologize now. I'm sorry. This is probably a
really lame chapter, but that is what happens when you have writers block.
I can't help it! It happens to the best of us! So try to enjoy it and
review. I don't even care if it's a flame at this point. Just review
please!
The hand on Severus' chest burned painfully hot. He could feel Hermione's heart beat faster as the pain grew. She was in trouble and he had to sit there and do nothing. Severus slumped into a chair, holding his chest. He closed his eyes against the pain, both from her handprint and the thought of leaving Hermione to Voldemort. As he closed his eyes Severus saw an image. One of Hermione, tears stained her cheeks. Voldemort had his hands on her, and kissing her. Severus' eyes flew open. His own heart began to beat faster with rage. Slowly he closed his eyes again to see Hermione scream and suddenly Voldemort was thrown across the room. Hermione was shaking and took several minutes to get in control of herself. She fixed her clothes, slower than it would have normally taken her. Draco came into the room and took Hermione out, and then....blackness.
*****
Voldemort had Hermione brought back to his room. He did not trust Draco to be alone with her. She slept peacefully, an almost serene look on her face. Voldemort cursed himself for actually lusting after the child. He should not give in to such weaknesses. She stirred as if sensing his gaze upon her. Voldemort smiled and sat next to her, cupping her face with his hand. She smiled in her sleep like she had down at the Riddle house. He was tempted to kiss her again when she had no chance of a fight, but held himself back. He was more curious as to what she dreamed about. He muttered a spell and was instantly sent into her dream.
Hermione and Snape hovering above a bed. They fell. Hermione sitting on his chest laughing. Snape looks worried suddenly. She smiles at him and kisses him on the jaw. He smiles as well. Hermione then finds her way to his mouth. They kiss each other hungrily. Snape grips her thighs as she deepens their kiss.
Voldemort pulled himself from the dream. Both amused and irritated at the same time. They had not got very far, because if they had Severus wouldn't have been able to cast the Trinity spell. Voldemort looked back down at Hermione a thought suddenly forming in his mind. Hermione would undoubtedly be unaware of what had happened after she fainted. He could twist this to his advantage. With a word of command Hermione's dress is replaced with a silk nightgown fit for a Queen. Voldemort holds back to urge to remove that as well and leans down to kiss her.
Her lips are as sweet as honey to him. At first Hermione responded to the kiss as though he were Snape. Putting her hand around his neck as he holds her head. Finally realizing it is not Severus her eye fly open. She pulls away and Voldemort lets her go and smiles sardonically.
"Now you choose to pull away? You are quite fickle aren't you?" He asks pulling the comforter over her down a bit. Hermione lets out a small yelp fro the attire she is in and quickly pulls the covers higher. "No need to cover up now dear. I've seen everything you have to offer." Hermione sat up suddenly, and she grasped Voldemort's shoulders.
"Your eyes betray you my Lord." Hermione said mocking him. Voldemort smiled at her.
"Do they now?" He asked taking hold of her chin and kissing her roughly. He felt Hermione's body begin to quake. He released her mouth and looked her over. Her rather curvy figure was all too apparent under the fine silk. He brought his eyes back to hers. "And your body betrays you." He ran his hand across her stomach to her back causing her to shake again. "One dream of Severus and you're willing to feel my touch to get rid of that ache."
"I am not willing to feel anything from you." Hermione hissed softly trying to push him away.
"That may be, but how are you going to stop me?" Voldemort asked encircling her with his other arm. Hermione smiled as if she knew something he didn't.
"Like this." Hermione said before fading from his arms.
Voldemort stared at the empty space before him. Elven magic was a true pain.
The hand on Severus' chest burned painfully hot. He could feel Hermione's heart beat faster as the pain grew. She was in trouble and he had to sit there and do nothing. Severus slumped into a chair, holding his chest. He closed his eyes against the pain, both from her handprint and the thought of leaving Hermione to Voldemort. As he closed his eyes Severus saw an image. One of Hermione, tears stained her cheeks. Voldemort had his hands on her, and kissing her. Severus' eyes flew open. His own heart began to beat faster with rage. Slowly he closed his eyes again to see Hermione scream and suddenly Voldemort was thrown across the room. Hermione was shaking and took several minutes to get in control of herself. She fixed her clothes, slower than it would have normally taken her. Draco came into the room and took Hermione out, and then....blackness.
*****
Voldemort had Hermione brought back to his room. He did not trust Draco to be alone with her. She slept peacefully, an almost serene look on her face. Voldemort cursed himself for actually lusting after the child. He should not give in to such weaknesses. She stirred as if sensing his gaze upon her. Voldemort smiled and sat next to her, cupping her face with his hand. She smiled in her sleep like she had down at the Riddle house. He was tempted to kiss her again when she had no chance of a fight, but held himself back. He was more curious as to what she dreamed about. He muttered a spell and was instantly sent into her dream.
Hermione and Snape hovering above a bed. They fell. Hermione sitting on his chest laughing. Snape looks worried suddenly. She smiles at him and kisses him on the jaw. He smiles as well. Hermione then finds her way to his mouth. They kiss each other hungrily. Snape grips her thighs as she deepens their kiss.
Voldemort pulled himself from the dream. Both amused and irritated at the same time. They had not got very far, because if they had Severus wouldn't have been able to cast the Trinity spell. Voldemort looked back down at Hermione a thought suddenly forming in his mind. Hermione would undoubtedly be unaware of what had happened after she fainted. He could twist this to his advantage. With a word of command Hermione's dress is replaced with a silk nightgown fit for a Queen. Voldemort holds back to urge to remove that as well and leans down to kiss her.
Her lips are as sweet as honey to him. At first Hermione responded to the kiss as though he were Snape. Putting her hand around his neck as he holds her head. Finally realizing it is not Severus her eye fly open. She pulls away and Voldemort lets her go and smiles sardonically.
"Now you choose to pull away? You are quite fickle aren't you?" He asks pulling the comforter over her down a bit. Hermione lets out a small yelp fro the attire she is in and quickly pulls the covers higher. "No need to cover up now dear. I've seen everything you have to offer." Hermione sat up suddenly, and she grasped Voldemort's shoulders.
"Your eyes betray you my Lord." Hermione said mocking him. Voldemort smiled at her.
"Do they now?" He asked taking hold of her chin and kissing her roughly. He felt Hermione's body begin to quake. He released her mouth and looked her over. Her rather curvy figure was all too apparent under the fine silk. He brought his eyes back to hers. "And your body betrays you." He ran his hand across her stomach to her back causing her to shake again. "One dream of Severus and you're willing to feel my touch to get rid of that ache."
"I am not willing to feel anything from you." Hermione hissed softly trying to push him away.
"That may be, but how are you going to stop me?" Voldemort asked encircling her with his other arm. Hermione smiled as if she knew something he didn't.
"Like this." Hermione said before fading from his arms.
Voldemort stared at the empty space before him. Elven magic was a true pain.