Hold up! Three chapters without smut? WTF is wrong with me? Sorry for the delay.

Thanks again to the wonderful Pamela RR for all your help!

She was sitting at an angle which helped her eyes observe, with great interest, how his long pale fingers so elegantly wrapped around his black feather quill. The movement of his hand glided along a long sheet of parchment about to skim the surface of the floor. There was something intriguing about watching him do such mundane things. Hermione closed the large book she was supposed to be reading and continued to watch him, his eyes not flickering once towards her direction. In fact, he hadn't spoken to her today, not since the episode that occurred in the wee hours of the morning.

The sun was about to rise when she felt Voldemort jerk beside her. His body curled up in a ball as his shriek echoed throughout his massive bedroom. She could only watch as he left the bed and made his way to the ensuite. She wasn't sure if she should follow, but her legs started moving before her brain could make a decision. She entered the bathroom to see him leaning over the sink, droplets of water dripped from his face and on to his chest. His scarlet eyes were closed as he tried to calm his breathing, his ribs moving hastily up and down through his pale skin.

"Can I-,"

"Let. Me. Be, girl," the snarl was low and venomous. Hermione backed away from him, but before she could turn to walk out, his hand grabbed her shoulder, and steadily moved her so her body was flush against the wall. Hermione's eyes focused on his neck, not wanting to meet his eyes. He didn't force her to look up, but only placed his head on top of hers, she could hear him breathing in and out, the puffs of his warm breath tickling her scalp. They stayed that way for a while, no words falling between them, until he finally spoke, "the others," was all he said before drifting out of the bathroom. Hermione followed him, only to see his dark robes leave through the door to his study. Hermione walked back to the bed and pulled the thick duvet over her body. She knew what he meant by "the others" and she knew that Harry had discovered a way to destroy the locket. The locket that brought her to him, that brought her here. A mixture of sad and happy tears started to flow down her face. Happy that Harry was okay and that Snape "proved it" to her. Sad because. She closed her eyes and let sleep take her away.

"Are you determined to sit there for the rest of the day and spy on me?" Hermione's eyes left the dark wizard's hands and made their way to his face. He still hadn't bothered to look up at her. She had to admit to herself, seeing him scream in pain brought not only a sense of accomplishment, but also an ache in her chest to see someone she's grown to care for suffer. She wanted to comfort him, hold him. She wasn't blind to the fact that he had caused so much pain to others, but to see it play out in front of her was completely different. Hermione tried to keep her hands firmly on her book, but the need to touch him was too deep. She placed her book on the table next to the chair and walked casually over to him. His attention still anchored on the task before him. The back of his chair was extremely high, so Hermione made her way to his side and kneeled next to him, placing her hands on his thigh. Her actions silencing the scratch of the quill against the parchment. Voldemort's gaze made its way down towards the young woman next to him.

"How are you feeling?" she inquired, raising her hand to gently stroke his hollow cheek. The sight of him closing his eyes and accepting her touch only magnified the ache in her chest. She was confused from the feeling. A feeling that has been there even before she met him that first night. Perhaps, months before. How can you care about someone and want them to fail? Voldemort opened his eyes. The luster they held was beautifully lustful. Her breathing increased as he pulled her delicate fingers to his mouth, grazing the tips across his thin lips. With a flick of his wand his chair pushed back from his desk and Hermione was in his lap, her legs straddling his thighs. She knew he was magically powerful, but his physical strength was impressive as well, especially from someone who looked so fragile.

His hands lowered to her sides, tracing her shape as they moved up her body. His eyes focused on hers until she started to move her hips. The motion causing him to close his eyes and moan. The sound made her press harder against his obvious erection. He wants me. His hands loosed the fastenings of her robe, pushing it off her shoulders allowing the material to fall to the floor. Hermione watched as he took in her body, looking at it as though he had never seen it before. He moved a hand, pulling the fabric of her bra down, exposing her breast and taut nipple. His fingers adding pressure to the peak. Her groans grew louder. His other hand gripped her hair, pulling it back to expose her long neck. His tongue trailed a wet path of bites and licks from her breast to her neck. The sensation tingling through her entire body. She continued grinding into him, her hunger for him getting stronger as he inhaled her skin and whispered "beautiful" into her ear. Hermione pressed him against the back of his chair, unbuttoning the top of his robes to taste the skin on his neck. She nibbled along his jawline. I want him.

"Take me...now," she whispered in a breathy tone. Her demand found her on her back against the hardwood of the desk. His fingers hooking on the waistband of her knickers, pulled the thin fabric down her legs. Voldemort moved his chair forward, spreading her legs wider and moving her feet to rest against the chair's armrests. He moved his head between her thighs, using his wickedly long tongue expertly from her entrance to her clit. Exploring her need for him. The feeling was euphoric, a high that had no words. Her hips pressed harder against his mouth as she felt the addition of his fingers, thrusting in and out of her. The pleasure became overwhelming and she cried out his name while wittering beneath him; however, there was no time to surrender into the sweet aftermath of orgasm. Hermione's eyes opened suddenly when she felt Voldemort quickly get to his feet. His tongue darting out cleaning her juices from his lips, his robe with hers on the floor. Her turned her over so her stomach pressed against the desk. Her nose taking in the scent of parchment, ink, and lemon oil as she rested her face on the surface. His nails trailed down her spine, grabbing her hips and pulling her body closer to him as he entered her with a hard push. His moan loud and masculine.

"Yes...don't stop!" she cried. The speed and hardness from his thrust was strong and fucking brilliant. He lowered his chest against her back, moving his lips against her skin.

"How do you think I'm feeling, Hermione?" His sensual tone, turning her on even more.

"I honestly don't care right now. Just don't stop!" She moaned through his fierce breathing.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Suddenly, the sound of someone knocking feverishly upon the door cast over their heavy breaths, then the click of the door opening. Swiftly, he was out of her. Hermione felt empty from his departure when she was so close to another promising climax. With a flick of his wand he was dressed. When his attention went back to Hermione she crouched down under his desk. She knew she didn't have time to make it to his room. When their eyes met, Hermione placed her index finger to her lips signaling her silence. Before he pushed his chair back into its rightful position, she managed to see the corner of his mouth turn up.

"My lord, please, please, forgive my intrusion, but I wanted to inform your lordship in person." Hermione turned her head, her brain turning, trying to place the voice across the desk. "It's done. It is safe within my vault."

"I don't believe I gave you permission to enter my study, Bella." Hermione placed her hand over her mouth, forcing herself to hold back the gasp threatening to escape.

"My lord, please!" The dark witch begged.

"However...you have served me well, Bella. No punishment is required at this time. In fact, your loyalty has been exceptional."

"My lord, I am at your service," ensured Bellatrix. Hermione couldn't be sure, but she envisioned the crazy witch bowing to him.

"Indeed. And with that, you should be rewarded," replied Voldemort. Hermione was happy he could not see her under his desk, due to the extremely exaggerated roll of her eyes.

"You're most gracious, my lord," a brief pause filled the room before Bellatrix spoke again, "There is nothing I want, but something I need." Hermione could hear the tone of the witch's voice change. "It has been months...months since we have shared a bed together, since you have used me for your deepest needs." Hermione's breath caught in her throat. "I would like nothing more than to pleasure you." Hermione shifted; she wanted to leave. She didn't want to listen anymore as the thoughts of him and Bellatrix plagued her mind. Fuck it! Let her see me! Unfortunately, she wasn't able to move due to a strong hand holding her down by her shoulder. His grip soundlessly commanding her to stay still. Hermione would have shouted to let go, but his wordlessly cast Silencio prevented that from happening. She was stuck, like the bile in her throat from listening to the crazed witch's pleas.

"What the fuck am I doing?" she thought, closing her eyes and begging to Merlin that Voldemort would hurry and send the bitch on her way.