The sun hadn't yet made its appearance as Hermione woke up. She was warm. That's odd. The tent is never really warm. As her eyes opened she quietly gasped at the man who was beneath her. Voldemort's alabaster skin glowed in the remaining candle light from the alter. Hermione was in awe of the slightly iridescent tint that shimmered in various spots. His eyes were still closed and she could feel his chest rise and fall under her own. "It seems even Lord Voldemort was in desperate need of sleep." She slowly moved herself from his body and onto her knees. Her eyes now taking in the entire view. Voldemort's skin was flawless. Slick. There were no traces of hair anywhere and his sex was a couple shades darker than his skin. He was also hard, something she was all too aware of. She'd been living in a damn tent with two teenage boys, well one now. Mornings were only awkward for the first few weeks, then it became what it is. Hermione removed his robe from her body and laid it over him. When the material touch his skin, his eyes quickly opened, causing her to gasp again, but not so quietly. A smirk etched across his thin lips as his scarlet eyes pierced hers.

"Feeling guilty already, my pet?" Hermione stared back at the wizard beneath her. "Perhaps." His smart remarks fueled something in her. Prick. Hermione forcefully removed the robe she had placed over him and threw it on the old stone floor. In an instant, she was back on him, her legs on each side of his hips as she crashed down on his cock. One of her hands gripping the back of the pew so tightly her knuckles turned white. The other at the base of his throat.

"No," she said through clenched teeth, "I don't feel guilty." Hermione continued to roughly grind her pelvis into his, making sure he could feel the hard wood press into his back.

"Hermione," he moaned, grabbing Hermione's hand and holding it a bit more tightly against his throat. His other moved in between them and pressed against her swollen clit. The sensation was almost painful as he pinched the sensitive spot. The shock didn't stop her though, it only made her work harder for what she wanted and by his moans, she knew she was almost there.

"You teach so well, My Lord," she hissed. As if though the words themselves were a charm. Voldemort raised his knees to thrust harder into her. His fingers on her clit lightened in pressure, but not on speed. She could feel the tension buildup, she was so close. As her core clamped down tighter on his length, he moaned loudly. Hermione's eyes opened, so she could watch him. His eyes closed and his head tilted back, the view and feel of his climax aiding her to cum along with him.

They stayed connected as Hermione tried to catch her breath. Her head resting in the crook of his neck allowing her nose to inhale the scent of his skin. The scent of wet earth and something spicy filled her nose. Cardamom? Suddenly, she removed herself from him causing his eyes to comically widen from the quick motion. "My clothes? Where are my clothes?" she started to search around frantically. Hermione was too busy looking around to notice how Voldemort waved his hand and her clothes appeared folded next to her. Hermione instantly started putting on her pants and shoes without looking in his direction. Once done she picked up her wand and faced the dark wizard who was still nude and in the same position upon the wooden pew. His eyes met her chocolate orbs once before he spoke.

"Hermione, come with -" Was the last thing she heard before she Disapparated back into the woods she came from.

Three days later

Hermione sat in an old worn out armchair. Her notes and books laid scattered around in her own version of organized chaos. To Harry she might look as though she were researching, but in actuality, the only thing that played through her psyche was him. It has been three days since Hermione met him face-to-face. Three days since she had sex for the first time. Not only to a wizard, but a dark wizard who was technically over fifty years her senior. Hermione couldn't stop the laughter escaping her lips. The idea was too unimaginable for her not to laugh. She would be lying if she said she regretted what happened. In fact, she quite enjoyed it. It felt good to have something that was hers. Something she didn't have to share with anyone else besides the parties involved. She could almost feel his soft caress whenever she wore that bloody locket. He hasn't spoken to her since, but she wasn't sure if that was a bad thing. Perhaps it really was for the best that it was forgotten. Hermione took a drink of water from the glass in front of her, closing her eyes as the cold liquid removed the dryness from her mouth.

"Hey?" Hermione turned her head to see her best friend sitting next to her.

"Yes?"

"Are you okay, Hermione? You've seemed distracted these last few days and not the way you usually are with your research." asked Harry with a look of concern on his face.

"I'm fine, Harry. Just, I don't know. Restless?" She responded with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders.

"I know we talked about this before Hermione and I know you don't think it's a good idea, but I feel we could find some answers in Godric's Hollow."

"Harry-"

"We're stuck, Hermione!" Hermione inhaled then exhaled.

"I know...and you're right, Harry." Hermione paused, then picked up the book that was next to her. Although, her mind was occupied with other things, she still remembered something she wanted to discuss with Harry. "Can you remember seeing this anywhere?" She watched as Harry furrowed his forehead at the open book.

"I have no idea how to read Ancient Runes, Hermione."

"That's just it, Harry. It's not a Rune. I can't find it anywhere." Harry traced his finger over the triangular shape.

"It's not part of the book. It's been drawn on the pages."

"I don't know, Hermione." She watched has Harry's green eyes lit up, then focused on hers. "Lovegood. Mr. Lovegood, at the wedding. He was wearing a necklace with this symbol. I think it's Grindelwald's mark."

Hermione stood up from the old chair, "What? From everything I read, he never had a mark of any kind," Hermione asked confused by Harry's statement.

"That is why Krum got upset at the wedding. He mentioned something about the mark being on a wall in Drumstrang, that Grindelwald put it there."

"Hmm? We have a lot to think about. But, perhaps, it might be there. Give me some time. We need to figure out the best way to do this." Harry nodded his head, then lifted his eyebrows.

"Hermione? What might be there?" Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"For fuck's sake, Harry. I don't even want to answer that question." Harry continued to stare at her.

"The sword, Harry. Godric Gryffindor is from Godric's Hollow, so perhaps, the sword is there. Are you following?"

"Oh! Yes, the sword. Godric, Godric's Hollow." Hermione pulled a book from her bag and pushed it towards Harry, but before she gave it to him, she pulled it back, reading the cover.

"Bathilda Bagshot?" She whispered to herself.

"Lives in Godric's Hollow." Hermione meet Harry's eyes.

"How do you know that?"

"Muriel. Ginny's and Ron's great-aunt, from the wedding." Hermione's brain was moving so quickly she had to close her eyes. "Hermione?"

"I have to think, just give me some time." Hermione walked over to her bag and pulled out Harry's Invisibility Cloak. She reached out her hand to him. "Give me the locket."

"It's fine."

"No, give it to me. I'm going to get food for us and you need a break."

"Hermione, I said-"

"Harry James Potter, do not make me ask you a second time!" Harry took off the locket and placed it around Hermione's neck. "Go rest, please. I'll be back with something to eat soon." Harry took Hermione in his arms and squeezed her.

"Thank you, Hermione." She kissed his cheek and watched as he removed his glasses and went into the bunk bed in the corner or the tent. Not a moment later she could hear his soft breathing. Hermione stepped outside and threw the cloak over her body. She was tired of being hungry, so she decided a trip to the supermarket was a must, also some time to think alone would be beneficial.

She was gone for less than an hour before she returned to their campsite.

"I don't believe I have ever heard anyone debate with themselves over a tin of fruit." Hermione almost screamed, but was able to place her hand over her mouth. "Where are you?"

"It's none of your concern where I am."

"Perhaps, I should show your dearest friend what you have been up too?"

"Yes, I'm sure my friend would love to see my thinking process of purchasing tinned fruit."

"Don't be cheeky. You are very aware of what I'm referring too."

"Are you blackmailing me?" She could hear his low chuckle in her head.

"Where were you, my pet?"

"Again, none of your concern." Another chuckle.

"Meet me tonight."

"I can't"

"And why is that?"

"I'm busy."

"I'll be at the same location. Midnight."

"I can't."

"You will and this time you will leave when I say you can leave."

Hermione walked back to the tent, the conversation still playing in her head. I'm a fucking idiot! However, she couldn't deny the fact that she wanted to see him again. Of course, he wouldn't just forget everything.

Hermione huffed, then removed the locket and placed it in her pocket. If I go, it would be the last time. It has to be. Hermione shook her head. "I turned myself into a bloody pawn," she whispered to herself as she made her way through the entrance of the tent. She knew Harry was right, they were stuck. Godric's Hollow was the only option now. She only hoped the sword would be there and that Bathilda Bagshot had it. Hermione sat back down at the table and watched her sleeping friend. She wanted Harry to rest for as long as possible. His burden was beyond anything she was carrying. Hermione made her way to the kitchen and started to prepare a meal for the both of them.

"Harry?"

"Hermione!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she said. " I made something to eat and we need to discuss Godric's Hollow." Harry lifted his head and sniff loudly.

"Spaghetti?" Hermione smiled at her friend. "Thank Merlin."

"And tinned pears."

"Perfect." Hermione sat with Harry at the table as they savored the Spaghetti. He looked horrible, which she was sure she did too. He was tired and unsure about himself. The thought of conversation she had outside came back to her, they needed to do something.

"Godric's Hollow." Harry turned his head to look at her. "I know you would like to leave now, but it could be dangerous," she said as she looked into his green eyes. Harry shook his head in agreement.

"Give me a week. We will have to use Polyjuice Potion and your Invisibility Cloak." Harry's hand held Hermione's. She happily squeezed back rubbing her thumb across the dry skin of his knuckles.

"Three days," she thought. "Three days since I've seen him and three days since I've lied to my best friend."