The next morning he woke feeling very satisfied. He'd finally fucked Hermione. Twice, no less; and it had been amazing. He stretched and turned to hold her. She liked it when he did that. Hermione mumbled and woke, blinking. "Morning?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Feel good?"

"Yes," she nodded. "Are we going to South America now?"
"First I need to go see my Death Eaters. You go through the list, see if there's anything we can take off. Then we're going to head off for a bit. You will be writing your parents that you're traveling for awhile. When I return we'll pack and leave."

"Okay," Hermione got up from the bed, reaching down to grab his t-shirt and put it on to hide her body.

"I've seen you naked before."

"I-I know but," she blushed, "it's different now."

"Why?"

"Because we had sex," she said, still blushing.

Voldemort rolled his eyes. She was still weird about that? He'd thought he'd broken down the last barrier. He put on his boxers and moved to her, kissing her, "Hermione, it's not a problem. You know you are mine, and I will not be with another. No one else has interested me in over thirty years as you have," he lifted her chin to look up into his eyes, "I am yours."

If Hermione understood what that meant, she didn't show it. She moved past him, "I need to shower."

He rolled his eyes. She was back to being weird. Great. He thought they'd overcome that a long time ago. Sighing, he got dressed and put a glamour on to not show his new face. No reason for those idiotic followers to know about the new look. All black robes and everything. Perfect. He Disapparated.

Hermione showered, feeling strange. She'd had sex with the Dark Lord Voldemort. Twice. She'd blown him. This man who had so cruelly and mercilessly killed so many had made her orgasm. Last night she had broken her own promise to herself to never let him have her sexually. She knew he wouldn't rape her, and it was the only thing she had over him. She felt the tears coming and let them fall, shaking as she wept.

Exiting the shower she got dressed. She simply could never have sex again. But now he knew what she was like in bed. She sat on the bed and held the pillow against her as she cried again. She didn't hear Voldemort return. "Are you hurt from last night?"

She took a deep breath, "H-huh?"

"You're crying. Are you in pain? Did I hurt you? It was your first time, I thought I was careful."

"I'm not hurt."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because we had sex!"

Now Voldemort really was confused, "Yes, but I don't see why that's cause for tears."

Hermione just looked at him. Did he not understand her disgust with herself? "I've betrayed Harry."

"By having sex with me? Hermione this is absurd." He removed the robes, having already removed the glamour, and sat down next to her now wearing only his boxers. "You are mine. And you said it yourself, they already don't trust you, already don't view you as a colleague, already treat you as bait….submit, fully, to belonging to me and you will never regret it."

"No. What you stand for…I can never support that. It's horrible."

He had to admit, hearing his lover call him horrible wasn't something he was used to. He pushed himself against her, "I don't ask you to join me or support me; merely to submit to being mine. I do not want a doll, Hermione. That would be incredibly dull. I want you as you are." He slid his hand up her shirt, "Tell me that you don't want me Hermione."

She couldn't. Instead she pulled away from him, "Quit making me do this. I don't want this."

"Last night you did," he responded, becoming angry. "Don't act all high and mighty when you wanted to blow me and wanted me to fuck you. I gave you what you wanted."

Hermione frowned. That wasn't true. She had…she blushed and looked up at him, "I…I know."

"I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to do. You wanted me, just as I wanted you."

She pulled away and got up from the bed. He looked mad. "You just don't get it."

"You're right," he stood and moved toward her, "I don't understand people who desire to be loyal to those that aren't loyal to them. I think it's stupid and a waste of your time and energy. Especially when you have someone here willing to be loyal to you and care for your every need."

She just looked at him and he leaned in to kiss her. "You belong to me, Hermione, and I will worship you as you deserve forever." She leaned closer to him. He could be so seductive. She knew he was playing with her emotions. Right now she couldn't let it work.

"You don't understand how I feel though."

"And how is that?"

"I…I…" Hermione flushed.

"How can I understand your feelings if you don't tell me what they are? You always seek to tell me how I don't feel or should feel or whatever, but you never talk about your own feelings. Just how you think I should act around you, or how you deserve better than me."

"Shut up!"

"No," he pushed her into the wall, "It's high time you said how you feel. Or should I tell you?" Hermione struggled against him so he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the wall, "You're attracted to me. You have been for far longer than you'd ever admit. You wanted me to have sex with you last night, you even blew me. You hate yourself for wanting me, because you still feel loyal to your friends even though they've shown you no loyalty. They haven't tried to contact you all summer, but you still feel attached to them. They've written you off as just by being in my presence you are now damaged, untrustworthy. You don't want to be with me, because you don't want to prove them right or to lose their trust. What's worse is that your feelings for me have grown substantially. In fact," he leaned in close to her to whisper, "you're in love with me Hermione Granger. That's what you hate more than anything." Hermione tried to pull back but he was too close. She looked at him for a long while before he let go of her and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door. Hermione slid down the wall. She felt like crying again but took deep breaths instead. She didn't want him to think she'd cry over something like that. She got up and undressed before entering the bathroom, climbing into the shower behind him. "Tell me what you want," he said to her, not turning around.

"Fuck me," she answered. Since she couldn't see him he grinned. There was no doubt, Hermione was now his in every way. He had finally weaseled his way into her life permanently. This was a success. He turned and kissed her hungrily, more than ready to fuck the sexy young woman senseless. Hermione moaned into his mouth. He felt so good. They made out and he lifted her up, burying himself inside of her in one move.

After their shower he made breakfast while she went over the list, sitting on the counter as they discussed locations that seemed more viable than others. She was grateful he let their conversation this morning go; she didn't want to talk about it. She knew she was stuck with him. She decided to let it go. If she let herself enjoy their coupling, which she certainly did, she wouldn't feel as bad. Maybe, in time, she'd feel better about it and wouldn't get so upset that she was his. She had to admit, liking certain aspects of the arrangement weakened her argument against him. She couldn't feel safe with him and at the same time declare that she didn't want him. She couldn't sleep with him willingly and then say she hated him. As they ate breakfast they were mostly silent. She didn't fight it when, as she gathered the dishes, he grabbed her ass. She obediently leaned down and they kissed. Hermione sighed once she was alone in the kitchen. This silence wasn't going to please him. He liked her to talk to him, to argue with him. He enjoyed that.

He was packing up a few books when she found him in the library. "Umm, are there any books in particular we need?"

"I have some basic ones that detail the ruins, and the book from Atlantis. We can use its magic signature to search for more clues." He closed the bag, "Now we need to get our clothes packed. Various weather conditions, I think."

"Can we go to a beach while we're there?"

"Only if you wear a bikini," he said, pulling her against him, "and you're not opposed to having sex in public in the changing room," he added, caressing her ass.

"Are you really going to let what happened this morning go?"

"No but I want to get out of here and to our destination. When you go back to school you won't be able to help me."

Hermione leaned up and kissed him, "I'm…I'm sorry. You were right about everything."

"I knew that," he grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes and he wrapped his arm around her waist, "let's get upstairs. Maybe we can have some pleasure before packing."

Hermione nodded and he sighed. If she stayed like this it'd be like fucking a doll. He walked upstairs with her and placed the bag on the ground, "I don't want you to be submissive and willing to do whatever I want. I want the woman I first met. The woman that I was with last night. If you can't be that then you'll become quite boring and certainly not worth my time."

She looked up at him. He looked annoyed with her, "You know what I expect, Hermione. Quit looking at me like that. Obviously I care for you. You know my reasons for having you here," he caressed her cheek, "you should be more willing to be with the man you love, you know."

"I love you and you don't love me."

"What can love give you that I can't already give you? I am loyal to you, and you are protected from any who wish to hurt you by me. Your body and mine fit together perfectly. I care for your wellbeing and safety more than anyone else I know or have met."

She looked at him. There was a softness in his eyes. She'd never seen that before. Hermione kissed him, "Make love to me, Voldemort. Please."

"Certainly," he smiled, moving closer to her, "You need never ask for that, Hermione. Simply touch my cock and I'll be ready," he pushed her down onto the bed and they kissed hungrily. She smiled. That sounded good, actually. She felt too shy to actually ask him to do this too often. But she could certainly see just touching him to get what she wanted. They stripped one another quickly and he entered her. Hermione groaned. He felt so very good inside of her.

When they collapsed, sated, Hermione snuggled against him. Voldemort held onto her, his hand gently rubbing her back, "I really like that," she whispered.

"Me too," he smiled. "We should pack our clothes. Pack some sexy things along with the more practical ones. We'll have a few dates while we're there. Since you've never been there I will do my best to show you a good time."

"That sounds really nice," she smiled, getting up. She didn't cover herself this time. He looked very satisfied at the moment. "I have enjoyed our time together this summer, Voldemort. I hope you've never thought otherwise."

"Never," he sighed, content. He placed his head on the pillow, "That was great sex, by the way."

Hermione smiled softly before turning, "You should get up and help pack or we'll never get out of here."

"Wand flick," he shrugged.

"You're just saying that because you want more sex."

"You know me well," he chuckled, finally sitting up, "can you blame me though? You're an amazing beauty Hermione Granger."

She blushed as she put her clothes in a suitcase. She preferred the Muggle way of doing these sorts of things. Even if she was naked. When she was finished she moved away and his clothes flew into the suitcase. He mumbled a spell and the clothes shrank. Hermione situated them properly and moved to the bathroom to gather the things they needed. Toothbrushes, shampoo, and other essentials that they needed. "Come back to bed," he ordered when she returned and placed them inside. Hermione obeyed, lying down next to him. He leaned over and kissed her, "One more round and then we'll get dressed and go." Hermione shook her head, "What?"

"I just think you're a sexaholic."

"I haven't had sex in a long time before you. I suppose you could say I have quite a bit of sexual energy stored up," he kissed her again, "do you want to stop?"

Hermione thought about it. She liked the kissing. Especially when he would nibble on her neck, "No, I don't want to stop."

"Perfect," he purred as he pushed her onto her back and spread her legs, leaning down to lick her. She gasped in surprise but enjoyed it. He felt so good.

They eventually dressed before gathering their things and heading to the wizarding city. It had a portkey port that would take them across the ocean. They walked there together and he wrapped his arm around her before they grabbed the portkey.

They arrived in Brazil. "We'll stay here a few days; I have a few contacts to check with about the book. From here we'll head on. This way you can go to the beach."

"With you. You promised."

"Yes with me," he rolled his eyes and led her out into the Muggle quarters, "we have Muggle accommodations. I hope you don't mind."

"Why would I?"

"Never know," he shrugged. "Easier to stay incognito this way though; from here we'll spread out."

Once they were up in their room he put their clothes away and looked over the local areas they had to search. There were only two locations in Brazil. Mexico, Peru, and Chile had more, but they would have to settle for now. He didn't want to have to go further than was necessary. Hermione looked out. They had a beautiful view of the ocean. "It's so beautiful," she said, walking out onto the deck. Voldemort watched her gaze. She looked peaceful, content. He was glad something could cheer her up. Hermione's mood changed rapidly these past 15 hours and it was starting to frustrate him. He'd been a sympathetic lover, offered her everything she could have wanted…he didn't understand her refusals and complaints.

"How about tonight we go out for an early dinner, then take a long walk along the beach and we can watch the sunset together? Would that be an excellent date?"

"Yes," she admitted, reaching for him. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Thanks for this," she smiled.

"You have worked hard. You deserve some fun. I don't know how else to give that to you."

"A day on the beach would be nice too."

"You have that tomorrow," he smiled. "Am I being a good boyfriend? I've never been one before. A boyfriend, I mean."

"I've never had one so I'm not sure."

Voldemort smirked and turned her around to face him, "I have never had a girlfriend, either," he leaned in and kissed her gently. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and the kiss deepened, Voldemort quite pleased that she responded to him so. When they pulled apart she snuggled against his chest and he held her, looking out at the ocean. "We should get ready and go to dinner."

"That sounds good," she nodded. They walked inside the room and she went to the bathroom.

A/N- Poor Hermione. He doesn't feel what she wants him to feel, and he doesn't understand love at all still. But hey, there's no timeline for the potion. There's still hope, right?