Voldemort was welcomed by the Grangers, who seemed surprised at his appearance. He thought they recognized him but Hermione quickly put that thought to rest when she explained she'd never come home with a man before. Of course, he should have known that. Perhaps they were surprised he was handsome. Hermione never let him out of her sight, holding his hand or sitting against him the entire evening. He couldn't complain about that. When it came time for bed Hermione's mother expressed regret that Hermione's relatives were in the two guest rooms they had in their house and that there was no room for 'Ezio'. Hermione interceded, "Mum, we're…we're a couple. We can sleep together. I miss him anyway, not being near him when I'm at Hogwarts." Hermione kissed his cheek, "Do you want to share my bed?"

"I suppose I could be agreeable to that," he mumbled. They kissed sweetly and she led him upstairs to her bedroom, "Can I get laid here or is that not feasible?"

"Definitely feasible," she whispered, smiling as he cast the spells to prevent sound from escaping. That was always a good thing. They got very loud when they were together.

The next morning she woke nude and underneath him, his erection poking into her hip. "Horny?"

Always when I'm with you," he grinned. Hermione spread her legs and he slid into her, "You feel so good, always."

Hermione kissed him, "So do you."

They made love before taking a shower together. When they were finished they dressed, Hermione buttoning up Voldemort's shirt slowly, leaving a few buttons undone. He'd explained away the accent with a story about his parents sending him to school in England and that he traveled often. He added that in Italy, his accent was strong but in England his English accent came through more.

They went down for breakfast, Voldemort acting his role of doting boyfriend very well. Hermione was glad he was there. She didn't think the holiday would be as enjoyable without him. Presents were a problem, since the two of them hadn't talked about gift exchanging. Hermione said that her present was having him here and it was all she wanted. Voldemort hadn't even bought her a birthday present, since he'd been in Egypt at the time. He wrapped his arm around her and whispered, "I owe you two presents now."

"Do not," she kissed him and he closed his eyes, enjoying the brief kiss. When Hermione pulled away she shifted to sit against him. His arms moved around her automatically and she was glad. She liked the closeness. Their relationship had been a struggle from the very start, but she knew what she wanted now. And so did Voldemort. She was certain of that.

When they finally made it to the North Voldemort was anxious. Hermione watched him pace. She and Blaise had hit an impasse, and Voldemort couldn't discern how to enter the mountain where immortality was hidden either. Ever since that realization this afternoon he'd been pacing and on edge. She wanted to calm him down but didn't know how to make him do so, short of stripping her clothes off to seduce him. She bundled up and walked out of the inn they were staying in toward the mountain. She couldn't watch him be on edge anymore. Hermione looked at the mountain. They knew the entrance was here. They just didn't know how to open it. She touched the mountain. If she could figure it out, then he'd get to be immortal and he'd relax. She wanted him to relax.

She brushed some snow away. It looked like there was some writing in the mountain. It was very subtle, and barely legible. She looked around before mumbling a spell to make the writing clearer. It glowed and she stared at it closely. It was Atlantean. She grinned. This would help. She needed help translating them. She pulled out the guide she'd written only to hear someone coming. She turned to see Voldemort, "Are you going to pace out here?"

"I wanted to make sure you're safe," he said, looking at the glowing letters, "did you find something?"

"Yes, I think so."

Hermione translated the writing, mumbling the Atlantean word. The mountain shook and Voldemort pulled her away from it, watching as the mountain suddenly opened up. "You did it," he whispered.

"Let's go in," she said, moving toward the opening. Voldemort drew his wand and mumbled the spell to light it, entering the mountain ahead of her. They weren't far in when the mountain's interior suddenly lit up. "The Atlanteans must have warded this to be welcoming when someone who could break the code entered."

"For such a smart civilization they died stupidly," he muttered.

"Well we can't all be brilliant like you," she rolled her eyes. Voldemort turned and she ran into him, "Wha-"

"You're smarter than I am. You solved this." She smiled at him and they kissed before she pulled away, "Let's lead on."

Voldemort walked through the corridors with her until they reached a fork. He cast a quick spell before taking the left path, Hermione following him closely. "What if we get lost or stuck?"

"A risk worth taking," he muttered. They walked on before coming to a large metal door. Voldemort touched it and pulled his hand away, cursing. "It burned me."

"Maybe you need a pure heart," she smirked.

"This isn't some Muggle fairy tale," he rolled his eyes, "such things are irrelevant." Voldemort cast Aguamenti, watching the water douse the door. He touched the door again and it opened. "Here we go."

They entered and found themselves in a chamber with a large chalice in the middle on an altar. "We found it," she smiled.

"Yes we did," Voldemort carefully moved toward it, cautious of any traps. He reached the chalice unharmed and she followed his footsteps to move up to it next to him. "There's a piece of parchment."

She read it carefully. "It says that it will grant immortality to those that drink it. There's a warning though. It's irreversible and upon drinking it you'll…you'll change."

"How?"

"It doesn't say," she looked at him, "Voldemort…what if you don't want me anymore?"

"That's impossible," he ran his hand over her ass, "I will always desire you."

Voldemort picked up the chalice and it filled. Hermione ran her hand over his back, "Voldemort…"

"It will be fine, Hermione." He leaned in and kissed her before pulling away and drinking from the cup. He drained it and collapsed. Hermione dropped to her knees and took his head in her hands. He wasn't breathing.

"V-Voldemort! Voldemort! Wake up!" She could feel herself shaking in fear. If he were dead…

"He'll wake in time," a voice said from the far corner of the room. Hermione looked up to see a ghost emerging from the shadows. "I am the guardian of this place. My name is Titan."

"Titan…what just happened?"

"He drank from the cup. He is now shifting."

"Shifting?"

"Between mortality and immortality. The human body is not adept at surviving for eternity. You must undergo a change."

"So he won't look the same," she held onto Voldemort's body, "is that what you're saying?"

"He will still look the same as he did just before he drank it. The interior of the body will be slightly different. Stronger, more capable. Not weak. Once the process is done he'll wake."

"If the people of Atlantis could become immortal why were you wiped out?"

"Those that are immortal can change their appearance at will. Those that survived have changed their appearance one lifetime to the next to avoid detection. Only a handful escaped though. The rest are on the sea floor in our country's grave."

Hermione looked at Voldemort. He moved and she caressed his cheek, "Wake up, my love."

Voldemort's eyes opened and she smiled at him. He sat up, leaning against the altar, "I…I feel different."

"But you're you, right?"

"Yes. I'm Lord Voldemort. You're Hermione Granger. My very sexy, provocative lover."

Hermione smiled and kissed him, "I thought I'd lost you."

"I told you, it will never happen." He stood up and they kissed again, "Now, I owe you a reward."

"I want you," she said, pulling him against her and kissing him. Voldemort couldn't refuse that. He mumbled the spell and their clothes were gone, the couple fucking against the wall of the chamber. He came inside of her quickly, Hermione tightening around him and climaxing as well.

They were panting against one another when the ghost spoke, "There is a side-effect to being immortal."

Voldemort lifted his head, "Who the devil are you?"

"An Atlantean ghost," Hermione said, glad Voldemort was covering her body. "What side-effect?"

"Having children. Those with immortality cannot bear or produce children. That way you can't populate the world with only your offspring."

"I never wanted kids anyway," Voldemort said.

Hermione closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest. She'd never thought of having kids, but she liked having the option. If he couldn't, and she wanted to be with him, then she couldn't have children. Voldemort mumbled the spell to redress them and they searched for their wands. Once they found them he sat down, his back against the wall. Hermione sat next to him. The ghost had vanished. "I love you," she whispered.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, one day I might want kids and you…you can't."

"Hermione, that can be overcome. Their magic was very…basic. They didn't know how to conquer such problems. That's why they got wiped out."

"What…how can you fix it?"

"A Philosopher's Stone," he answered. "It's a very simple solution. You might have been looking at how to make me immortal but I was looking at what would happen if I became immortal. I figured out how to read the texts as well. And I stole Flamel's notes after he died. I can make a Philosopher's Stone."

Hermione felt relieved that he could fix it. And to boot, Voldemort had thought about a future with her. The possibility of children. He really, really did want a future with her. "Now I owe you a reward, my pet. What is it that you want?"

"I just want you. Other than that you could end the Death Eaters."

"I could make you immortal too. Then I'd know you were safe, able to take care of yourself. And I could have you for all time."

"What if I don't want to be immortal?"

"I could always just take over the world and rule for all time," he shrugged.

"Very sneaky," she mumbled.

He grinned and nodded, "I always have been. So will you become immortal? For me?"

She thought about it before asking, "You swear you'll end the Death Eaters?"

"Yes."

She finally nodded, "Yes I will."

"Perfect," he grinned, getting up and taking the cup and handing it to her, "You'll never regret it, Hermione."

"I know I won't," she smiled at him, "because you can feel now. And…and you do care very much for me." She drank from the cup and soon collapsed. He caught her and held her until she woke several minutes later.

When Hermione woke she and Voldemort fucked again before they left. When they returned to the inn Blaise was waiting, "You took a long time."

"We were successful," Voldemort answered, "Hermione's already told me her reward. Now you can have yours," he cast a spell and Blaise's hands flew to his groin. "You can check it out in the bathroom boy." Blaise bolted to see his now fully functioning penis. Hermione looked at Voldemort, "I will keep your promise. After a few more capers. I need to make sure no one knows about our immortality. Okay?"

Hermione nodded, "I can accept that. Just…try not to kill anyone?"

"Well I can't guarantee that," he caressed her cheek, "but we'll see."