Okay, so here is the last chapter. Smut is finally coming!

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Chapter 7 – Who cares about good and evil when you are happy?

Hermione couldn't stop crying. Voldemort was holding her tightly and it felt very comfortable even if she felt like she was betraying the Order by doing it. However, no one from the Order had been here to save her from the two Death Eaters. Neither had they bothered to try to ask her how her bond with Voldemort may affect her. Did anyone from the Order really care about her? Well, of course she knew Harry, Ginny, Ron and the rest of the Weasleys cared for her. Remus and Sirius probably cared for her too, but she had always felt like they didn't really understand her, only different parts of her. Harry and Ron understood her will for adventures and mysteries. Ginny understood her soft feminine side and they could talk about feelings. Remus understood her need for knowledge and Sirius… well, Sirius was often quite clueless about everything, but at least he tried.

Nevertheless, no one understood how to combine all this. No one understood the whole her and no one ever did. Not until now. Voldemort understood her will for adventure and mysteries as well as need for knowledge and didn't he just now show her that he understood what she was feeling? Her fear for becoming like him? But he had said that she would never be like him because she didn't like killing people. It made such perfect sense. No matter how much she felt his emotions or shared his life and bed, she would never become like him because she couldn't enjoy hurting another person.

She could feel Voldemort turn a little and heard him mumble the same spell twice. She knew that spell, instant cremation. Then he opened the window and mumbled another spell that would make the wind carry the ashes out. In a way she was relieved, she would never have to see those bodies again. Although, how could she stand being here, in this room, after two people had been murdered?

A knock was heard on the door. Hermione hid her face deeper into Voldemort's chest. He opened the door with his wand and she could hear her mother enter.

"What happened?" Rose sounded scared but Hermione didn't want to look at her mother right now. That would only make her cry more. She knew she needed a couple of days before she could come to turns with what just happened.

"The potion I gave Hermione seemed to have given her some nightmares," Voldemort replied softly. "And sometimes when witches have nightmares weird things happen. It seems she made things fly and smash into the walls."

"Oh, of course," Rose said understanding. "Yes, she did that quite a lot when she was younger, with water glasses and lamps… she always said she had nightmares and since we could only see the broken glass, we assumed she had imagined seeing something and just thrown the thing that was nearest."

Hermione smiled a little. Rose had to be worried to ramble like she did. Taking a deep breath she turned her head. "I'm okay, mum. I will just never take that potion again."

Rose smiled at her daughter. "Do you want me to make you some tomato soap and warm bread?"

"Yes please," Hermione said, remembering all the other times her mother had made tomato soap when she had been sick.

"Do you want some too, Tom?" Rose asked and looked at Voldemort.

"Yes, if it isn't any trouble." It really was laughable to think Voldemort actually cared.

"No trouble at all, I'll call you when it's done," Rose said with a smile and left the room.

"She thinks we are together," Hermione whispered and traced her fingers over his arm.

Voldemort chuckled. "Aren't we together?"

"I never pictured you the type who wanted a girlfriend," she mumbled.

"Well, no, but that doesn't mean I can have a monogamous relationship," he mumbled into her hair. "Although, I will warn you once, a relationship with me is for life."

Hermione shuddered and thought about the Death Eaters he had hunt down and killed. "So I've noticed."

"Excellent."

They sat quietly in each other's arms. Hermione was wondering about the choice she was about to make and Voldemort was musing over the last Death Eaters he had to kill. Hermione knew he was thinking about it because he let her. He wanted her to come with him. Hermione's thoughts turned to Bellatrix Lestrange. The woman was mad and there was no telling what she could do now when she had no one to order her around. Or was it? After all, Hermione had studied her for months before she tried to break into Voldemort's headquarters. Couldn't she figure out what the mad woman thought? Bella was the one who had been certain Hermione and Snape had kidnapped Voldemort. She would want to find her old lover. After everything she had been ready to do to heal him, she must be madly in love with him. Or was it just obsession? It didn't matter; she would do anything in her power to get him back. Probably kill anyone who got in her way. What if she too would come after Hermione? Or someone else in the Order?

"I'm not sure yet about the relationship," she finally said. "But I will help you find Lestrange. She is too dangerous to be free."

"I agree. We will leave tomorrow then… that is if you are feeling better." Voldemort placed a hand on her stomach.

"I feel a little better already," she said, just remembering that she still had her period. "But if you want too, you can rub my tummy until mum is ready with the soap."

Voldemort chuckled and lay her down on the bed again. Hermione closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his strong hand over her stomach.

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When night came, Hermione told her parents that she would follow Voldemort to improve her magical skills and learn new things. She also told them that the Order had sent her a message earlier, telling her that they had captured the ones who had targeted her. That made her parents very relieved.

Although, everything was about to crash down on them when there was a knock on the door. They were all been playing card in the living room and Hugo, who had already lost, went to open.

"Hermione, your professor is here again," Hugo called.

Hermione's eyes widened and she caught Voldemort's look who merely shrugged. She stood and went to the hall. It was indeed Professor Snape who was standing there.

"Good evening, Miss Granger," he greeted her. "May I have a word alone?"

"Yes, of course," Hermione said quickly, wanting to get him away from her father before Snape could say something that would blow Voldemort's cover. After all, Voldemort had said 'Tom' was there on orders from the Order. It wouldn't look good if Snape was surprised to see him here. "Perhaps you want to speak with Tom as well?"

She led him past the living room where Voldemort was already standing.

It seemed like she had underestimated Snape's abilities to act. Her old professor didn't even move a muscle at the sight of his old master. "Yes, I could use a word with Tom as well."

"Excuse us," Voldemort said to her parents and they all went to the kitchen.

Hermione put up a silencing charm before she turned to Snape. "What are you doing here?"

Snape didn't look at her, his eyes were on Voldemort who had come up to stand next to Hermione, leaning against the table. "I came here because Dumbledore wanted me to warn you that some Death Eaters may be after you. We just got word of it."

Voldemort snorted. "Just got word of if? No wonder the Order never got anything done."

Snape arched an eyebrow.

"They have already been here," Hermione explained. "Voldemort… or rather, we… k-killed them." She could feel how tears started to rise in her eyes again like it had done all afternoon when she thought about what had happened.

Voldemort pulled her into his embrace as she fought back the tears.

"That will be a relief for the others to hear," Snape said dryly. "May I ask why you are helping her?"

Voldemort chuckled. "I can't believe I never saw you for what you really are, Severus."

"And what is that?" Snape asked. He didn't sound nervous at all, but Hermione got the feeling he was.

"A Gryffindor-lover. I should have seen the signs," Voldemort said with a sigh. "You never got over Lily Evans, did you? At first I though that it would inspire you to try to kill her boy, but now I see that you could never hurt something that is half-Lily."

Hermione's eyes were wide. Snape had loved Harry's mother? That was weird and yet… well, it explained a lot.

"You are not going to kill him, are you?" Hermione asked and looked up at him.

Voldemort looked down at her with a smile. "No. No matter what he said, he was never my true follower, thereby he never truly betrayed me. To me there is no difference if he lives or dies." He kissed her forehead.

That actually made sense too, even if it sounded weird. "Good, because if you wanted to, I would call him my friend and you gave me an oath not to harm my friends."

Voldemort chuckled and let one of his hand sneak under her shirt so it was resting on her stomach. "Minx."

Hermione leaned her head against his shoulder, wondering what Snape thought about seeing her in the arms of Voldemort. He did seem a little uncomfortable.

Voldemort seemed to notice it as well. "You still see her as a little girl, don't you Severus?"

Snape blinked. "Well in compare to us, she is."

"Compare to us, she is young, but not a child," Voldemort corrected him. "Far, far from it."

Hermione felt like purring as his fingers stroked her tummy while he was defending her from Snape. It felt nice having him standing up for her and not be ashamed to show their intimacy in front of other wizards. However, if his hand started to move upwards or downwards, she would push him away. She did have some dignity!

Snape cleared his throat. "Well, the Headmaster also wanted to know when you planned to return to Grimmauld Place?"

"Then you can tell the Headmaster that I won't come back for as long as he keeps hiding things involving me from me!" she retorted. "I'll stay with Voldemort for now."

Snape looked up at Voldemort. "What are you planning?"

"Well tomorrow we will begin our hunt for Bella," Voldemort answered in a chipper tone. "Then I believe we can do whatever we want to do."

"I see," Snape said. "Then I guess there is nothing left for me to do than wish you a goodnight."

"I'll walk you to the door," Hermione said and broke free from Voldemort. When he arched an eyebrow she shook her head. She wanted a word alone with Snape.

"What's on your mind that your… lover can't hear, Miss Granger?" Snape asked in a low voice when they were at the door.

"Can you please tell Harry that my choice has nothing to do with them?" she asked. "I just can't stand the way Dumbledore has treated me and… well, everyone."

Snape sighed. "You do realise that your friends won't understand?"

She looked down at her feet. "Probably not at first, but I still want them to know. And I did tell you the truth. I made him take an oath not to harm my friends for any reason other than self-defence. I also meant it when I said that I won't let him hurt you either." She looked up at him again.

Something that reminded her of a smile past her old teacher's lips. "Your concern is appreciated, but misplaced, Miss Granger."

"What do you mean?" she asked with a frown.

Snape sighed. "I mean that you have chosen a very dangerous man to love, Miss Granger. I sincerely hope it won't cost you your life. Good night."

Hermione stared after him, gaping. She didn't love Voldemort. Did she? She shook her head. She hadn't even chosen if she wanted to be with him yet! Huffing, she closed the door and went back into the living room. Voldemort was already sitting there and Hugo was just about to give out a new hand of card.

They played for another hour and then they all went to bed. Voldemort made himself ready as Hermione said goodbye to her parents since they probably wouldn't meet in the morning before they went to work. When Hermione crawled down in her old bed next to Voldemort, she felt uneasy. She tossed and turned for ten minutes before Voldemort finally stopped her.

"If you aren't tried, there is things we can do to make you tired," he suggested and stroked her thigh.

"It's not that," she muttered. "Do you believe in karma?"

"No, can't say I do, why?" He turned to his side and leaned his head against his elbow so he could look down at her.

"Well, this room just feels like it's full of bad energy now," she tried to explain. "What if I fall asleep and they start hunting me in my dreams?"

Voldemort snorted. "I highly doubt that will happen."

"Still, I don't want to sleep here." She sat up and rubbed her arms.

"Well, like I said, there are other things we can do if you don't want to sleep," he purred and sat up as well, leaning toward her.

"I'm still bleeding a lot," she objected. "And I don't feel horny at all."

Voldemort sighed and sat back. "Fine, what do you want to do?"

Hermione nibbled her lower lip. "We could watch a film? I mean, I know you don't like Muggle-things but it's been years since I last saw one and I just feel like I could use a good laugh, you could…"

He pressed a finger against her lips. "You are rambling, Hermione. And I don't mind watching a film with you. I think I can stand it once every fifty years or so."

Hermione smiled and started to put her pyjamas on. Voldemort, who didn't have a pyjamas dressed in the same clothes he had had earlier. They tiptoed down to the living room again and Hermione opened the cabinet where they kept their films. It seemed like her parents had started to buy DVDs since she was last here, but she couldn't see any titles she liked so she went over to the more familiar videotapes. Her eyes fell on one of her favourites and she pulled it out with a smile.

"What about this?" she asked.

"I'll just trust your good judgment," was his reply.

Hermione smirked as she put the tape in the VCR and took a blanket with her on the way to the sofa where Voldemort was sitting. She snuggled up against him and he helped her place the blanket over her.

"What is it called?" he asked.

"The Dictator," she said smugly.

Voldemort snorted. "Your idea of a joke?"

"I thought it was suitable. It's a comedy with Charlie Chaplin. It's really a parody of Hitler and the Nazis," she explained as she pressed play on the remote.

"Ah, Hitler. I never really liked him," Voldemort said thoughtfully.

"Have you met him?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"Once, I was trying to come in contact with Grindelwald. I heard a rumour that he was trying to make a deal with Hitler so I went to Germany and… well, I broke into Hitler's bedroom. Turned out he never met Gridelwald and had no idea wizards existed. I put a memory-charm on him and left again," Voldemort explained causally.

Hermione laughed. "Did he say something?"

"He screamed at me in German, but I didn't know the language back then. I assumed it was something like 'get out' or maybe 'help'." Voldemort smirked at the memory.

Hermione chuckled and leaned her head against his shoulder and they watched the film with only a couple of comments here and there. When it was over, they started to watch another one. She didn't even realise she had fallen asleep until Voldemort was carrying her up the stairs.

"Whus?" she mumbled.

"Just sleep on, Hermione," he whispered and lay her down in her bed.

Thankfully she did.

xxx

Voldemort was relieved when they finally left the Granger resident. He had been telling the truth when he said that they were okay for Muggles, and it had been a fun game to play. But there were other things he wanted to do, like find and kill Bella and then be off his merry way with Hermione.

Unusual for him, he didn't have any grand plan once he killed Bella. He just wanted to be with Hermione. Never had he met someone like Hermione before, someone he actually enjoyed spending time with and who he felt he could trust. It was probably because he could see into her mind and hence see if she planned to kill him or betray him, but still… he could relax in her presence. It was a very new experience for him and he found himself enjoying it so much that he wanted it to last forever.

Hermione didn't know it, and he didn't plan to tell her, but she had no choice. She would stay with him forever, no matter what it would take. Although, since he wanted her to want to stay with him he would do his best to keep her happy and content and also make sure no one else came with a more appealing offer. In other words; he would give her the world and kill off any competition.

But first, they would kill Bella.

Voldemort knew that Bella was hiding somewhere in York so he rented a room for him and Hermione in a small hotel. York had a quite large wizard-population, but since Bella was a very recognisable fugitive, she would probably hide in the Muggle-part. She would also have to be cleverly disguised and Voldemort was afraid not even he would recognise her. There was a time when he would have recognised her aura or whatever you wished to call it, anywhere. However, since her time in Azkaban, she had changed and gone utterly mad. Unfortunately, that didn't stop her from being sneaky, just more unpredictable.

He and Hermione discussed it and both came to the same conclusion; Bella would want to avenge her lover. If she saw him or Hermione, the chance was big that she would forget all sense of cautiousness and just attack them. It wouldn't be hard to take her down once she did that.

Their plan was simple. He and Hermione would walk around in York as much as possible, go sightseeing, eat dinner out and other things a couple could be expected to do and wait for Bella to show up.

Hermione didn't seem to mind it at all. Even if he knew she had her eyes open all the time, she really seemed to enjoy being out with him. This pleased him, but after three days with no sight of Bella, he was utterly bored of Muggles and York.

On Friday morning, he woke up pressed against Hermione's delicious body. The last three mornings, he had tried to pull her knickers down, only to get his hands smacked away.

"Are you still bleeding?" he mumbled into her hair.

"I told you," came her annoyed answer. "I always bleed at least five days. You'll know when I don't bleed anymore."

"How?"

"Because I'll jump you and rip your clothes off," she hissed and rolled out of bed.

They were staying in an ordinary hotel room with a green double bed in the middle and some closets and a desk along the walls. Hermione walked over the dark green carpet, straight to the bathroom which was right next to the exit. Voldemort heard her lock the door and rolled to his back. Merlin how he wanted to fuck that woman!

Once Hermione was done, he rolled out of bed and went to get ready and when he was done as well, they went downstairs to eat breakfast in the hotel's restaurant.

"What shall we do today?" Hermione asked and smeared caviar on her boiled egg.

Voldemort glanced out of the window. It was the last week of November and it was cold and rainy. "I think we have been to every indoor event there is, perhaps we should just stroll around?"

"Fine. Hopefully she will be able to see us because I very much doubt anyone else will be out for a walk in this weather," Hermione muttered darkly.

Voldemort could feel she was just as sick of York as he was. What if Bella had moved to another city? He decided to give it the rest of the week. If she hadn't turned up by then, he would try to track her down instead.

Done with breakfast and wrapped inside warm sweatshirts and water-repealing spells, they walked up and down the cobbled streets of York. They had lunch and Hermione dragged Voldemort into several bookstores now and then. Since Voldemort was rich (he had put money into the Muggle world for decades in case of an emergency) he didn't mind buying her some of the books she wanted and was well paid back later in an alley. It was during one of those snogging-sessions Voldemort felt that they were being watched.

"What?" Hermione asked when he withdrew from her.

She stood pushed against the wall with her hair messy and her lips red from the cold and the kisses. He had one of his hands on her breast inside her shirt and the other one on her leg while she had both her hands on his arse, pressing him against her.

"Shh," he hushed her and turned his head toward the opening to the street. No one was there. He looked deeper into the alley, but couldn't see anything there either. Nevertheless, he knew someone was watching them.

"What?" Hermione asked again.

"Never mind," Voldemort said cautiously and captured her lips again. He didn't let himself get too caught up in the kiss, but kept his awareness in the alley around them. Whoever it was, he hoped he or she would try to attack them.

After about five minutes with nothing happening, he let go of Hermione. It was almost four in the afternoon. Perhaps they could go home and rest and try their luck later the night? He let Hermione hear his plans through their bond and she gave her silent agreement.

"Hermione?"

They both turned around with their hands on their wands. He could feel that Hermione was very surprised when she saw who it was.

"Ginny?" she asked in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

Voldemort eyes the girl suspiciously. She was shivering, but he couldn't tell if it was because she was only wearing a thin maroon jacket or because she was scared of him.

"Harry and I wanted to see you," the girl said with a glance at Voldemort. "Dumbledore told us that you had left us for him. We didn't believe him until we talked to you. Although, when I saw you in the alley…"

"We should talk, then," Hermione said and turned to Voldemort. "I'll meet you back at the hotel."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, but he could feel that she wouldn't have it any other way. "Very well," he said. However, before he left, he gave her a quick kiss, just to show her friend that he could. Hermione rolled her eyes at him and then left with the other girl.

He stared after them. Was it the Weasley girl he had felt back in the alley? For some reason he didn't think so. Although, whoever it was, they hadn't attacked them like he was sure Bella would do. Maybe just some pervert? Shaking his head, he turned and started to walk back to the hotel. Hermione was a big girl, she could take care of herself. Besides, if something did happen to her, he would be able to Apparate to her.

Then out of the blue, he was hit in his back by a curse and his world turned black.

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Hermione and Ginny went into a small and cosy café. Ginny had already contacted Harry with her Patronus and they ordered three cups of coffee and a plate of scones while they waited for him.

"How did you find me?" Hermione asked as they waited.

"Luck. We had just started to search when Percy came and said that he had seen you yesterday. He is working for the Ministry with something top secret here," Ginny explained. She seemed to have her guard up and Hermione felt uncomfortable with it. She and Ginny used to talk about everything.

A minute later, Harry showed up. "Hello Hermione."

He too seemed to have her guard up even if he tried to smile at her. Hermione smiled back, uncertainly. "Hi Harry."

They sat quietly for a moment, sipping their coffee, until Ginny couldn't hold it any longer. "Is it true? Are you hooking up with You-Know-Who?"

Hermione sighed. "I'm not certain that is the right term, but yes, I am."

Harry looked like she had hit him in the stomach. "Why? The man is a psychopath."

"Well, at least he is honest with me!" Hermione exclaimed. "I just can't stand Dumbledore after how he has played with me. And since he is using Voldemort to get rid of the Death Eaters, I don't think he is any better than him!"

Ginny and Harry shared a glance Hermione couldn't read.

"Look, you have to believe me," Hermione said and leaned forward in her chair. "I still love you, Ron, Remus and Sirius, but I can't stand being with Dumbledore. Voldemort is… I know he isn't a good man, but he is nice and honest with me and…" She tried to find the right word and Ginny interrupted.

"I know how charming he is, Hermione, sure I was only eleven and he never did more than talk with me. But I trusted him with my soul and he tried to kill me!"

"But this is different," Hermione explained. "We share a bond."

Even she could hear how ridiculous that sounded and Harry and Ginny shared another look. This time she knew what it meant, they thought she was in love with him.

"That is what I mean, Hermione," Ginny said carefully. "He makes you feel special, that you have a bond…"

Hermione realised no one had told her the bond and sent an angry thought to Dumbledore. "No, that is not what I mean. I mean we have a bond. He is inside me all the time just as I'm inside him. It's like a link."

Both her friends stared at her like she had grown a unicorn horn. She sighed and explained, form the beginning, what had really happened when she was captured pretending to be Bella and how the bond had developed. Harry and Ginny seemed to become more and more horrified. She felt a bit stupid for not having told Harry all this the last time she talked to him.

"So you mean he can hear this conversation right now?" Ginny asked.

Hermione shook her head. "No, I'm using Occlumency against him, he can only feel my emotions. Although, it wouldn't be hard for him to break through my shield, but at least I would know he did it."

Harry seemed thoughtful. "Are you staying with him to protect us?"

Hermione hadn't really thought about it in that way before. "No, although, that was why I had to live without you at Grimmauld Place. But everything just seems so much easier when I'm with him. I can't really explain it but… he makes me… content in a way I haven't felt before."

"You sound like you are in love with him," Harry huffed.

Hermione sighed. "I don't know. If I am, it's not like any love I've experienced before."

"Hermione, he has killed hundreds of people," Harry said in a sad voice. "What makes you think he won't use you to kill more?"

"Because I'll be there to stop him," Hermione said calmly. "I've already made him give me an oath not to physically harm anyone of you, if it's not in self-defence."

"He agreed with that?" Ginny asked, frowning. "He has tried to kill Harry since he was a baby!"

Hermione shrugged. "Yes, he agreed to it. I just don't think he is interested in you anymore, Harry."

"So what is his plan now?" Harry wanted to know.

"I don't know, I don't think he actually has one," Hermione explained. "He is in a susceptible state right now. I will try to make sure he doesn't try to conquer the world in a new way."

"You really think you can do that?" Ginny asked doubtfully.

Hermione held out her hands. "I can't do more than try, can I?"

They talked some more for half-an-hour. Harry and Ginny seemed to realise that she wouldn't come back to the Order even if she still was friends with them. They weren't happy about it, but at least they promised not to stop her. Although, Harry did say that if he thought Voldemort was hurting her in any way, he would hunt him down and kill him. Hermione dryly replied that if Voldemort hurt her, she would do the killing.

They parted as friends, thought not as warmly as they usually did. Nevertheless, Hermione was glad she had got the chance to explain her situation to them. She knew they would never accept Voldemort, but at least they were willing to let her try her way with him. As she walked back to the hotel, she sadly thought that they would never be able to stay in the same room together. It made her a bit thoughtful. Was Voldemort really worth that? Maybe a couple of years, but as he had said, a relationship with him was forever. She would have to consider that before she gave him her final decision.

When she came to her hotel-room, she knocked on the door. Voldemort had the only key and she didn't want to use magic unless she needed too. No answer came and she searched for him at the back of her mind. He seemed to be asleep. That was strange because she had never seen him sleep during the day. Only that time when he had been injured. A bit worried, she opened the door with her wand and stepped in. The room was empty.

Now Hermione started to become really worried. There was no way Voldemort would just fall asleep at some random place. She locked the door behind her, closed her eyes and searched for him again at the back of her mind, and then she Apparated.

She opened her eyes and found herself standing in a small stinking basement. Before she had the time to look around, someone fired a hex at her. Luck made her duck in the right time and she spun around and saw Voldemort being chained to the wall. Next to him stood Bellatrix Lestrange.

Hermione had met Bellatrix a couple of times before and the woman had always looked mad. Now she looked madder than usual. She was dirty and skeleton-thin and it was a mystery for Hermione how she managed to hold her wand up.

"You!" Bellatrix shirked when she recognised Hermione. "You evil little bitch! What did you do with him? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HIM?"

For a moment, Hermione had no idea what she was talking about, but then she realised it was Voldemort. Or rather, the Dark Lord she thought Hermione had kidnapped.

"Nothing," Hermione answered honestly as she kept her eyes on Bella's wand. She didn't want to reach for her own wand because she was quite sure the mad woman would attack her if she did. If she managed to get a little closer, she would be able to disarm her with her bare hands, but for some reason, she didn't think Bella would allow that either.

"LIAR!" Bella shouted and Hermione found herself tied to the wall by a spell. Damn, this wasn't good. Before she had time to think of a way to break free, Bella had aimed her wand toward Voldemort. "Maybe a little torture of your lover will loosen your tongue?"

If this had been any other situation, Hermione would have been quite impressed by Bella's magical skill. Quicker than she had seen anyone, Bella cast three spells in a row. One to wake Voldemort up, another to summon Hermione's wand from her pocket and a third to start to torture Voldemort. However, this wasn't any other situation and Hermione was horrified when she saw the pain Bella inflicted on him. Horrified and angry.

It was like the time Voldemort had bound her to the bed and threatened to kill all her friends. Hermione tore free from the spell that was holding her and threw herself at the older woman. She managed to get in two painful hits before Bella started to fight back. Although, it appeared that Bella was more capable at martial art than Voldemort had been. She also wore more weapons then her wand, which Hermione had managed to knock out of her hand. A knife appeared in Bella's left hand and Hermione didn't see it before it had already slithered over her right upper arm. She hissed at the pain and tried to get the knife from Bella.

Years afterwards, Hermione would still wonder how it really happened. One moment, Bella was on top of her with the blade of the knife pressed between them, in the next, Hermione was tearing the other woman's chest open with a strength she didn't know she had. All she remembered was the blood. How could such an evil, cold woman have so much warm red blood inside her?

Hermione breathed heavily and stared puzzled at the open chest of Bellatrix Lestrange. She could see the ribcage, but the rest was just a bloody mess. It looked so surrealistic. Like a painting, almost.

"Hermione?" she heard someone groan.

She remembered Voldemort. With her eyes still on the corpse, she found her wand and released him. Only when he physically forced her did she manage to get her eyes from the body. Once she did, reality hit her and she felt sick. Merlin, what had she done? She had killed someone! She had put a knife through someone's body and it had felt like butter. It was so weird, she had thought it would be harder to kill someone with a knife. But it wasn't. It was so easy… oh, Merlin, what if someone did that to her?

"Hermione," Voldemort whispered. "I'm going to Apparate us home now, okay?"

She snapped out of her angst. "We have to get rid of the body." Was it disrespectful to just call it 'the body'? Although, Bella had never been one to respect only to fear. Now it was nothing left to fear…

"I already have," Voldemort answered. "But you are a mess, we have to get you cleaned up before someone sees you."

Hermione looked down at her clothes. There was a lot of blood on them. She fought back vomit.

Voldemort Apparated them back to their hotel room and they both went directly to the shower. He made their clothes disappear (probably forever) before he joined her in the shower. Hermione didn't know how much blood she had on her, but it took a long time before the water became clear. It was strange how little it bothered her now.

"What was it like?" she asked in a low voice. "Your first killing?"

Voldemort, how was helping her shampooing her hair, thought a moment before he answered. "Very different from yours. I've never killed anyone by mistake."

"Never?" That surprised her.

"No. There are people whom I never intended to kill, but the situation made me reconsider. Like the time with Potter's mother," Voldemort said it like he was talking about the weather. "But never what you just did."

Hermione sighed. "I didn't mean to kill her. I just didn't want her to hurt either one of us."

"I know," he said and moved her under the sprinkles again to wash away the shampoo. When it was all gone from her hair, he turned her toward him. "If you hadn't killed her, I would, Hermione. I think you did her a favour by stabbing her. It took less time."

"That doesn't make me feel better," she muttered. "But I don't know how I'm supposed to feel…"

"How do you feel?" he asked.

She bit her lip as she thought about it. The warm water was pouring down soothingly over her back. "Like it didn't happen. Like it was just a bad dream."

"You will come to terms with it," Voldemort said knowingly and stroked her cheek.

Hermione frowned at him. He was feeling pleased. "Are you happy about what happened?"

He smirked. "Well, I think it's rather fitting actually. You killing my old lover before you take place as my new one."

"But I haven't decided yet!" she cried.

Voldemort bent down so he could look her straight in her eyes. "Haven't you?"

Hermione frowned. She had told her mother that Voldemort was her new lover. When Harry and Ginny had asked, she had talked like she would stay with him. Now, she had even killed someone because she couldn't stand to see him get hurt!

"I thought so," he whispered and smirked. "Perhaps it's time, then?"

For a moment she didn't know what he meant, but then he bent leaned closer to her and kissed her softly on the lips.

"I-I don't know," she stammered. "I mean, I've just… shouldn't I think about what I've done and… feel sorry or something?"

"What are you afraid off?" Voldemort asked. "Shouldn't this event show you that you should enjoy life while you have it?"

Hermione couldn't resist smiling. "Says he who claims he will never die."

Voldemort pushed her against the wall. "Well, we are not talking about me now, are we?"

She looked into his dark red eyes and saw… nothing to be afraid off.

"You have saved my life twice now," he whispered. "Three times if you count the ritual that began this whole affair. Don't you think it's time for me to repay you?"

Slowly, she nodded. Voldemort smiled and captured her lips again. Hermione closed her eyes and let him devour her. The kiss was tender at a start but slowly turned more passionate. She felt his hardness against her stomach and wondered how long he had been turned on. Since they stepped into the shower, came his silent answer. Hermione realised two things then, one, he was obviously very perverse and two, she had spent too long time with him because she wasn't really disturbed by it.

He was right. She had already made her choice, there was no turning back now.

When he heard her thought, he growled and moved her legs so she had them wrapped around his waist. His hand found her breast and he caressed it greedily. She let out a moan and sucked on his lower lip. When she let go of it, he let his lips travel from her mouth over her cheek and to her ear. She purred when he nibbled her lower lip and let her fingers scratch his back. His lips moved down to her throat where he made sure to leave some love bites. Hermione's hand sneaked between their bodies and she started to stroke his cock with her hand. The water was making it slippery, but more fun to explore. She could feel how much Voldemort liked her treatment and was encouraged to move her hand down to his balls. He really liked that and she could feel herself getting wetter both from his pleasure and from his caress of her breast and neck.

She wanted to know what it felt like to have his cock inside her. Voldemort was not slow helping her to move his cock to her opening. Pressing her harder against the wall, he managed to use the tip of his harness to tease her clit. Hermione moaned in pleasure, and became even more eager to feel him inside her. He chuckled against her neck and then, finally, pressed his full length into her.

It was the most amazing thing Hermione had ever experienced. Not only could she feel the pleasure of being filled up by a big cock, but she could also feel what he was feeling. Her pussy felt so hot and wonderful around his organ and she didn't know how he kept himself from coming. When he started to move, Hermione had an orgasm. Not only was he putting pressure on her g-spot but she also felt what the friction was doing to him. Amazingly, he managed to stop himself from coming again and continued to move.

Time had stopped. All Hermione was aware of was the intimacy of having him inside both her body and mind. She could hear his moans both with her ears and in her mind. The pleasure and closeness made her cry and she lost count on how many times he managed to make her climax before he finally allowed himself to do it as well. The last time, they both climaxed at the same time and it was like a silver wave of pleasure running through their bodies, consuming them.

When she became aware of herself again, they were both on the floor. He was resting with his head against her breast and she was holding him there. She would never let him go. This was better than anything in the world and she wanted it again and again.

Voldemort made her loosen her grip around him enough so he could crawl up and kiss her lips. He seemed just as amazed as she was, even if he had already put up his Occlumency shield again. Hermione was a little sad over this. It had been so amazing to be wrapped around each other's minds like that. Nevertheless, she had no doubt she would manage to make him drop his shield around her eventually. He just needed time.

"Does that mean you are ready to spend the rest of your life with me?" Voldemort wanted to know, breathing hard from their sex-act.

Hermione was breathing hard as well. She knew her answer. How would she ever be able to be with another man after what she had just experienced? Not even mentioning all the other things only Voldemort was able to give to her. "Yes. I will."

Voldemort nuzzled his nose against hers and Hermione felt completely happy.

THE END

I'd like to thank you all for reading! I realise that this is a very open end and that so much could happen after this, but I wanted it to be an open end because that way it can be happy! Now I'm back at school again and it will be harder for me to find time to write, but never fear, I will continue to write. As a matter of fact I've already begun a new adventure with our favourite couple and I hope I'll have started to post it sometime later this year. So keep your eyes open and you are welcome to PM me!