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Hermione fell to the floor when her foot slipped on the dead wet leaves that surrounded the old church. She stayed there for awhile, her eyes tightly shut, as the last of her guilt ridden tears poured from her eyes. The pain of leaving Harry ached in her heart...however the accomplishment of Apparition without her wand shimmied in her brain. She suddenly opened her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a tiny bit boastful since the act could only be done by few. And she, Hermione Jean Granger, did it. "Perhaps, my morality has wavered, but not my skill," she said to herself, wiping the last of the salty tears off her cheeks. She moved to stand on her feet, brushing off the damp foliage from her clothes. She stared at the stone structure, remembering her first night at the abandoned sanctuary. The fear and excitement helped her move towards it that night. Now, an oath, mixed with that same fear moved her feet towards her future. An unknown future. What will become of her? Would the other Death Eaters try to harm her? Would she be a prisoner or...Hermione shook her head, then squared her shoulders. I can do this. As she stepped into the building, she could see his back facing her, his pale face looking out a broken window. The same window where he first placed his lips on hers. Despite her determination to play nonchalant, her cheeks tinted at the memory. She recalled the surprising warmth of his mouth, how something so chaste turned into lust within seconds. A side of him she was sure no one else had privy too. Perhaps, it would always be that way when they were alone. A wizard, a man, who could push away his facade just for her.

"Congratulations, Mudblood." Or not. "You have managed to prevent bloodshed." Hermione's eyes narrowed into slits. She hoped he could feel the sting of her stare in that bald head of his.

"Are we back to name calling...Tom?" With the use of his given name, Voldemort turned to face her. Her eyes met a pair of dark red slits gleaming in the moonlight. "Forgive me, did I say something inappropriate!" The last word causing spit to flee from her mouth. He slithered his way towards her slowly. His eyes locked on her own, but she would not turn away. If this was the start of her future, she had to make sure she stood her ground, wand or not.

"I've warned you, girl," he hissed. A hiss that was pure venom as his hand slowly grasped the collar of her wool coat. Hermione swallowed, trying to lubricate her dry throat.

"And what are you going to do about it?" she asked mimicking his hiss. His grip grew tighter around her collar.

"Do remember who I am, Hermione." Hermione smirked at this comment.

"Do remember who I am. Our little blood ritual will keep you from hurting me and unfortunately, that means I can't hurt you either." Voldemort removed his hand from her coat and wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger.

"You're absolutely right, Hermione. I should have known that such a brilliant mind like yours would know exactly how a blood oath works. However…" An evil grin appeared across his face, allowing his sharp teeth show. He moved away from Hermione, then turned again to face her. "There is one minor detail. You see. I may not be able to harm you, but that doesn't mean others can't, darling."

"Fuck!" replied Hermione through clenched teeth, causing Voldemort's crackle of laughter to fill the stone walls.

"Indeed. But don't worry that large head of yours. I don't plan on any harm coming to you."

"How reassuring of you," replied Hermione with a roll of her eyes. Voldemort stepped closer to her and cupped one of her cheeks with his white hand.

"If you were anyone else, Hermione. I would have made sure to rip out those eyes a long time ago." Her eyes widen at his statement. "But since it's you. I don't seem to mind your defiance as much. However...if you call me-"

"I know," said Hermione as she crossed the space between them and placed her hand on his chest. Voldemort lowered his head, resting it against her hair and forehead. They stood there taking in the sounds of the dark early morning. "I'm tired."

"Then we shall sleep." Hermione felt the pull behind her to her torso as the old stone church faded away.

Hermione took a moment before she opened her eyes. She knew they were in a room due to the fluffiness she could feel beneath her worn out trainers. When she decided to take a peek, her eyes scanned the space around her. The glow from the large fireplace lit the room where a large bed made of dark wood stood, high and regal. Hermione finally looked at the wizard whose arms were still wrapped around her body.

"Is this your room or mine?" said Hermione in a faint voice.

"These are my chambers. I will show you your rooms later today. It's quite late and you mentioned you were tired."

"Yes, it's quite late. Can...can you direct me to...the loo?" Hermione had to look away after asking the question. In any other circumstance asking where the loo is was perfectly reasonable; However, asking the "Dark Lord" was...awkward. Hermione felt his hand slide down her arm and guide her to the opposite side of the room. Before she entered the doorway, Voldemort removed the pack from her back. She watched as it floated to an empty chair by the fireplace. With a light push to move forward small torches magically turned on to reveal a decadent bathroom made of beautiful white marble and golden accents. A shower was next to an extremely large bathtub that rivaled the Prefect's bathtub at Hogwarts. A strange noise escaped Hermione's throat as her eyes danced around the immaculate contraption. "Bath first, sleep later." She quickly dropped to the floor and turned the gold tab to release the water. She closed her eyes to the sound of pouring water. Her hand moved under the flow to touch the hot water as it spilled through her fingers. When she opened her eyes the tub was almost full. She noticed the many glass soap bottles around the tub and grabbed the closest to her, pouring the clear liquid into the water without wasting a moment to smell it. She didn't care what the scent was, she just wanted a bath. She quickly jumped to her feet removing her dirty clothes from her body. Her coat, her jumper, her shirt, her camisole, then finally her bra. She exhaled deeply as though the weight she had been holding was removed. She finally kicked off her shoes and socks, then removed her grimy jeans and knickers before stepping down into the hot foamy water. She moaned as the hot water embraced her, surrounding her with the most welcoming caresses. "Umm...so warm." She pressed herself against the marble and inhaled the intoxicating scent of cardamom and vanilla. It smells so lovely. Like...As realization hit her, Hermione's back slipped from her position, causing her to clumsily fall completely under the water. As she found her footing and managed to suck the air into her lungs, she slowly turned around. Her audience of one's eyes were locked on her. Hermione could imagine if he had eyebrows one would have been arched to match the corner of his mouth. "So happy I can amuse you," she said as she pushed her dripping curls away from her face. Voldemort simply gave her a nod and turned to leave the bathroom.

Hermione stared at herself in the mirror, thankful that it was not a magical one. She was well aware how awful she looked. Thin, bruised, scabbed, and tired, were just a few descriptive words to describe herself. She removed the towel that held her long hair and refused to even try to maintain the chaos of what was her hair. She walked out into the bedroom, noticing the fire still burning brightly. Her eyes moved across the room and spotted Voldemort beneath the covers of the bed. His bald head stood out against the darkness of the sheets and fire. She moved to the bed and sat in the corner, not exactly sure if she should get into bed or go to sleep somewhere else. Fuck it. I've already slept with him before. Hermione removed the towel from around her, placing it over the chair next to the fire. She instantly felt the chill hit her bare skin causing goosebumps and her teeth to chatter. She surprised herself by not jumping straight into the bed to warm up, but steadily made her way beneath the warm covers. When the softness of the sheets grazed upon her skin, Hermione let out a quiet sigh. She watched has he slept on his back, eyes closed, and his breath steady. This is wrong. This should feel wrong. Hermione made her way closer to the wizard next to her. The thoughts in her head not preventing her from what she wanted to do. As she reached over to place her hand on his chest, Voldemort abruptly grabbed her wrist as though he was prepared and ready to strike when needed. His eyes were wide open and simmered from the flames in the fireplace. She didn't back down or try to pull her arm away from his firm grip. Hermione moved closer, keeping her dark eyes on his, as she lowered her head. Her wet tongue seductively making it's way up his chest. With her wrist still clasped within his long fingers, she whimpered when he moved her hand to his mouth; brushing her fingertips across his lips. She continues her way up, interchanging her licks to open mouth kisses until she reached his face.

"Did I wake you?" she asked with a false tone of concern.

"Yes. But since I'm a merciful Lord. I forgive you. No need for punishment."

"I see...but...perhaps a little punishment is required." A small smirk appeared on the young witch's face while she moved her hand between Voldemort and the blanket covering his waist. Her delicate fingers possessively enclosed around his erect cock. The realization of both of them bare under the heavy covers only intensified her arousal. The ache creating the desire to rub her wet core against his narrow hip. He moaned.

"Are you too spent for me to continue?" asked Hermione as she continued stroking him and peppering his collarbone with light kisses. Voldermort slid his slender fingers into her thick hair, cradling the base of her head, while he pulled her closer to his face.

"I forbid it," he hissed, crashing his lips against her own. Their tongues exploring each other as though it was the first time experiencing the new sensation, At once, she was beneath him, her thighs willingly spread to welcome his body.

"Wonderful," she moaned, as her fingers found his back and traced the length of its lean muscles. His head moved lower nibbling on the sensitive spots behind her ear and the path down her neck. Hermione cried out in pleasure as he bit the flesh of her neck, then soothed the sting with a swipe of his warm tongue. She rolled her hips harder against him, silently pleading for him to fuck her. To her satisfaction, she didn't have to wait much longer. Voldemort entered her hard. They had done this before, but this time, felt even better. The feel of him inside her was fulfilling, powerful. She wanted to believe this was something only she could have, watching him being in control and losing control at the same time.

"So warm," he moaned, as he grabbed hold of the headboard with one hand, thrusting deeper inside her. The ache inside her started to grow, growing more and more intense. "Yesss. Come. Come for me!" Her body reacted to his magical words and that beautiful intense feeling unleashed. Her cries that echoed throughout the room were only seized by the loud moans of Voldemort's release deep inside her.

A faint orange light peeked through the curtains indicating the sun was starting to rise. Voldemort moved off her, but pulled her close to him as they both drifted into sleep.