Smut

It only took a split second for Hermione to jolt out of her lethargic state. "Damn!" The witch quickly grabbed a flannel, carefully cleaning the blood from her hand. She winced a few times, accidentally hitting the tiny slivers of glass that were embedded in her skin. She quickly searched through the drawers, clumsily spilling the contents everywhere, trying to find a way to remove the glass. However, the loss of blood was taking its toll, making her dizzy. Hermione leaned against the counter and slid her way down to the floor. Much better. She closed her eyes, trying to soothe the blaze within her. Yes, she could admit to herself, she loved the snake face son of the bitch, but the thought of punching his face was bringing a warped, yet satisfying sense of serenity. A small smile appeared on her face.

"Are you quite finished?" Hermione's short trip to tranquillity ended and her attention shifted to the wizard leaning comfortably against the door frame. His serpentine face holding an expression of indifference as he stared at her. Hermione was angry with him, but her body was too weak to point her finger or argue. "Maybe later," she thought, closing her eyes once again, allowing the woozy feeling to continue down her body.

"Sorry, it might take a bit longer for me to bleed out the rest of the way," snickered Hermione. Voldemort stepped closer to her. Picking her up roughly from the floor and setting her down by the sink.

"Drink."

"Trying to poison me? I think that's not allowed. Remember? Blood oath thing."

"If I wanted you dead a simple Avada Kedavra would suffice."

"Ah, yes. You're excellent at that one."

His face was passive when his gaze met hers. "Indeed I am...now...drink." Raising the vial to her lips, she tipped the contents into her mouth, scrunching her face from the distinctive bitter taste of a pain potion. After a minute or two, he took hold of her hand. She watched in interest as he meticulously waved his wand over her hand magically extracting each piece of glass from her skin. He moved her hand over the sink, grabbing another bottle and pouring it over her hand. She flinched from the sting, gripping the counter tightly to prevent herself from screaming while the Essence of Dittany closed her wounds.

"Drink, all of it." Hermione took another small vial from his hand quickly downing the liquid. She easily identified the potion by its sickly sweet taste. Blood Replenishing potion. She should know, Snape had her continuously brewing the foul, but vital solution.

"Do you usually go around savagely pummeling objects," he asked, wetting the flannel and removing the dried blood from her hand. She pulled her hand out of his grasp and attentively lowered herself from the counter, mindful that her head was still a bit fuzzy from the cocktail of potions in her system. Her body stumbled forward when her bare feet hit the marble floor, but his arm was instantly around her waist preventing her from falling. She turned her head, pressing her nose into the softness of his robe. His scent caused the butterflies in her stomach to flutter. Her hand started to move up his chest, but before it reached his face, she withdrew, dropping her hand to the side and moving away from his body. Hermione made her way to the bedroom, pulling a throw from the end of his bed. She wrapped the soft blanket around her, turning on her heel towards the door that lead to her rooms.

"Stay here." Hermione stopped, turning to see him remove his robe. The ink colored silk fell fluidly to the floor, revealing his pale lithe form. "Come here." Hermione shook her head, moving instead to the wingback chair in front of the large fireplace. She sat down, curling her legs underneath her body. Her eyelids started to fall, but abruptly shot open when she felt the cold vice of his fingers around her ankle. Her body shifted to protest the intrusion; however, the scene before her left her breathless. The light from the fire behind him kept a shadow in front of him. His form majestically outlined by shades of orange as he stood before her...on his knees. She stayed silent watching him move one of her legs down from the chair, then the other, placing her feet firmly on the floor. His cool hands trailed up the back of calves stopping behind her knees. He yanked her forward, causing the upper half of her body to slide down and press harder into the back of the chair. Hermione couldn't suppress the moan from her lips as one of his hands forcefully undid her robe, permitting the fabric to fall to the sides of her body. "Open," he hissed. She willfully obliged, spreading her legs open to divulge her glistening cunt to him. His head lowered and his hot tongue traced the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, leaving a wet trail reaching her aching sex. She arched her back, savoring the movement of his tongue. He lowered himself further, placing her legs over his shoulders as he continued to devour her. Hermione so badly wanted to close her eyes and melt in the sensation, but the view of him below her was too empowering to not watch. Oh, Merlin! Never stop! She felt the magic tightening deep within her, ready to release. She wanted to feel the electricity of the magic they create swallow her completely.

"Make. Me. Cum," she commanded, thrusting her hips forward, keeping one hand on his head, while the other groped the armrest of the chair. With her demand, the addition of his fingers sent her over the edge. Gasping for air, her eyes finally shut and she wailed, as her body convulsed from the waves of rapture and magic coursing deep inside of her.

The sound of her heavy breathing filled the air just as the last ripple of her orgasm faded away. She felt drained, positive her limp body couldn't possibly move from the support of the chair beneath her. The sound of another person's breathing caught her attention, momentarily forgetting that she wasn't alone, Hermione opened her eyes.

The view of him kneeling before her was producing a primal desire to stir. She wanted to attack him, dominate him, consume him. Her eyes met his, lingering on the dark shade of red before traveling lower to witness his tongue licking her arousal from his lips. Fuck me! In a flash, her small hand was wrapped around his long throat, pushing him to the floor to straddle his hips.

His nostrils flared, but he didn't remove her hand even as she pressed further into his flesh. Hermione grabbed his cock with her other hand, sliding its head devilishly slow through her wetness. He moaned. His reaction only made her want him more as she continued to tease him. When his hands eventually found her waist, she stopped her ministrations by taking hold of his wrists in each of her hands. Voldemort opened his eyes watching her. He was breathing quickly in and out as his eyes filled with want. I got you. Hermione lowered herself down pinning his arms to the sides of his head, then burying her face in his neck taking in his familiar scent.

"Do you want me?" she whispered in his ear. He didn't answer her, but moaned as she rocked her hips harder against his erection. "I didn't hear you."

"Yes," he hissed under his breath. Hermione's face was now directly over his, lightly moving her lips across his.

"I didn't hear you."

"Yes," he hissed again, this time louder. "I want you." Hermione raised one eyebrow and smirked.

"Good," she said, lifting herself back up and placing his hands on her breasts. She began to move up and down, adjusting to his size and finding her rhythm as she rode him. His hands squeezed her tits, triggering her to move faster. Hermione opened her eyes and looked down at him, she loved the look on his face, his eyes were tightly shut and his breathing was heavily laced with his moans. She knew he was close. She worked her hips harder, clenching her core tighter around him, bringing them both into shared gratification.

She lay over him, their sweaty bodies pressed close to one another as they tried to catch their breath. Before she knew it, he was sitting up, her legs still straddling his lap as he cupped her face, pulling her closer to capture her lips. She deepened the kiss wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt the tug of magic in her belly and upon opening her eyes they were back in his bed.

"Mine," he whispered, breaking away from her lips. Hermione nodded her head in agreement, pressing her forehead against his.

"Yours," she agreed, then moved from his lap to lay next to him. Her body felt limp and her eyes were heavy as she started to drift to sleep. His arm moved around her waist pulling her closer to his body.

"Goodnight," he whispered, tenderly rubbing his face in her soft hair.

"G-G'night, love," she breathed, too exhausted to notice the tension that surged through his body.