A/N well folks here it is chapter 9. I hope you like it.
"Good because I can't be saved." Her choker was gone followed by her shoes, and then his cloak. They maintained eye contact as they undressed. Voldemort's pants came off first followed by his shirt to leave him in only green silk boxers. Hermione unzipped her dress letting it fall in a heap around her ankles leaving her in red panties. She looked at him taking in the younger version of Voldemort, her eyes raking over his body. The tingle she felt in her spine let her know he was doing the same. They stood like that for a while not moving or speaking.
Then, Voldemort was kissing her, ravishing her mouth like he couldn't get enough. Hermione's hands moved slowly down his body, her fingers dancing across his skin. He moved to her neck drawing out moans as he nipped at her flesh. Voldemort began walking forward causing Hermione to back up until she toppled backwards onto the bed. She looked up at him panting. He stood over her with a deadly gleam in his eyes. All of a sudden Hermione's panties were ripped off and tossed aside. As he stepped out of his boxers his eyes remained glued to her heaving chest.
Hermione looked down at his cock and made a noise of approval. She twisted her body on the bed in a hypnotic way and the half-mast organ lept forward pointing at her. "Come now you minx, not doing that until I'm inside you." He hissed. "All's fair in Love and War." She purred back standing up. As the room filled with soft music Voldemort watched Hermione dance, swaying her hips and bending in ways he'd never seen, pressing against him the whole time. Voldemort was surprised at the infamous bookworm's sexual streak.
"So Miss Granger how many men am I making you forget?" Hermione sat on the bed and scooted up towards the middle. She smirked and motioned him over. Voldemort crawled over to her returning the smirk. "How many have you had?" He repeated. "Two. Snape and Lucius were my firsts. But they don't remember that.
Flashback Hermione woke only once more that night, to see Snape on her left next to the wall his legs tangled in hers, and Lucius on her right holding her possessively. All three were naked. She untangled herself and slid out of bed and walking to the desk. She took her wand and murmured a spell causing several pictures to shoot out. Hermione took ten minutes looking them over before choosing one of herself, Lucius and Snape sending it back in her wand. The others faded away and she walked back to the bed to obliviate a part of each man's memory. The part where she let them take her virginity. Raped or no that was her first time willingly, though she'd claim to be drunk. Hermione returned the wand to the desk and went back to sleep.End
Voldemort blinked the memory away and his eyes slid back into focus. "Why?" He asked softly "Because I knew it would come to this," She gestured to her naked body, "I wanted to know what to expect." She shrugged. "Come to this? Am I a last resort Mudblood? Do you think that by FUCKING me you will gain anything?" He growled at her his eyes glinting dangerously. Hermione's eyes grew hot with anger at being accused and Voldemort unexpectedly found himself on his back.
Hermione sat on top of him his erection pressed against her stomach as she leaned down to whisper, "I am a sick woman. I've fallen for the most vile man on earth and right now I'd like nothing more than for him to Shut Up!" And she lifted herself up only to slide down on his cock hissing in pleasure. Voldemort groaned as she embedded him in her tight walls. So she had dominatrix tendencies? That explained a shit load.
He flipped her over and began to thrust into her. "Oh." She said a bit dully eyes half lidded in pleasure. He chuckled, "Have I caused the Gryffindor to loose her speech?" "Faster." Hermione commanded. He obliged her happily and she tangled her hand in his hair, letting the other claw at his back. She rolled her stomach and wriggled a bit re-doing the move from earlier and he let out a guttural sound. He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss and started to pound into her. Apparently a dominatrix who could take what she dished out he thought as she snarled faster, harder at him.
He moved from her mouth to suckle her left breast, nipping and soothing it. Hermione began arching upward to meet his strokes, angling her body so hit her sweet spot. She started to cry out and finally screamed, "Tom!" as the ball inside her burst flowing through her. Voldemort felt her release, heard her used his given name and he climaxed as well dropping on top of her. As he came down from the high he realized he was crushing her and rolled of, his flaccid member drenched in her juices. He stood up and retrieved a vial of blue potion. Hermione watched with a rather content and smug expression.
"Wha's tha?" She asked. "It will keep you from conceiving." He lied smoothly holding it out to her." "Oh, that's okay I don't need it." Surely you don't wish to bear my children Hermione?" She smiled sleepily. "I don't need a potion. I'm infertile; Lucius hit me with some spell that damaged my ovaries. The healer at St. Mungo's said I'll never be able to have children and if somehow I do there is a ninety-nine percent chance it will be still born." Hermione explained, the smile fading as she drifted off to sleep. Voldemort looked murderous. That was the second plan the Malfoys had ruined for him. That was plan B out the window. As he returned to the bed he quickly cast a Scourgify spell on the bed, Himself, and Hermione. Looking over at the sleeping witch and felt a slight tug in his chest not knowing it was the beginning of love.
He woke the next day to a pressure on his chest. Allowing one eye to open he saw the familiar silver of a patronus. A baby lion was sitting on him, only to jump after an otter swimming in the air. Hermione was watching them from a chair. She'd awakened to see Ginny's Patronus waiting for her. They'd been talking back and forth all morning that ways. Now Hermione was letting them play before sending the lion cub on its way. Voldemort practically purred in pleasure to see her still in his rooms and he smirked.
"So you've found another way to tell Potter my plans?" He asked sitting up. "Oh! No Ginny and I were just talking." She walked to the cub, whispered to it and it darted away through the wall as the otter dissolved. He noticed the door between the rooms was open when the cat, if one could call it a cat, entered. It jumped up on the bed and started a staring contest with him. No one had out stared Crookshanks (A/N: I don't think any kind of cat has ever been out stared) yet, but he was friendlier to those who lasted a while. Voldemort lasted two minutes before he blinked at seeing Nagini slithering past Hermione. The cat followed his gaze and jumped after the great snake.
Hermione handed him a cup of tea and Voldemort noticed she had put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. "Sleep well?" He nodded as she sat next to him to kiss his neck. "Miss Granger, shower now and be back in an hour your training starts today." Voldemort said as he put the cup down. He silently dressed and swept out of the room.
'Running from a Mudblood?' He mentally chided himself. 'But she looked so relaxed, like a wife would.' 'She feels nothing for me nor I for her.' "Then why are you going to hex Lucius twenty ways from yesterday?' Lord Voldemort stopped dead in his tracks, running a hand through his hair. Meanwhile, Hermione was arguing with herself as well. 'Really I was acting like a housewife. Making him tea like that.' Both let out sighs of annoyance and continued to shower or hunt down Lucius for a nice "chat".
A/N: I hope you liked it. Next chapter we'll find out just why Hermione's acting so "wife" like and her conversation with Ginny. Uh-oh Lucius Voldy-Poo's pissed at you. : Please review!! (Thats a lot of rhyming words)