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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
Views:
6,630
Reviews:
49
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Hermione/ Voldemort a.k.a. Lust Conquers All
Hermione/ Voldemort a.k.a. Lust Conquers All
*Hermione is skipping along near the forbidden forest, collecting potions ingredients, singing with the blue jays and other innocent shit with no robe on, in a short skirt, and tight shirt.*
The forest becomes very quiet and then she hears a deep voice whisper, “Mudblood... Mudblood...”
Her bright eyes gleam brightly in moonlight, and she turns around startled.
“Who said that?” she asks nervously.
“You\'re mine now...”
“I belong to no man! I’m Hermione Granger, the brightest, most independent witch in all of the Wizarding World!”
“Why aren’t you running from me, then?”
“Honestly? I’m pretty bored. All I do is read and hang around two blokes who ignore and take advantage of me. Being chased by *the* Dark Lord himself sounds like loads more fun.”
“Yes.. well, I\'ve been watching you.”
“Oh yeah? Do you like what you see?” she says, sticking out her buxom chest and batting her eyes seductively.
“Of course girl, I haven\'t gotten laid since... well, actually I’ve never…”
“I knew it! That’s your problem, then. You’re taking out your anger on the world because you’re backed up!”
“One more word out of you, and I’ll Avada Kedavra you, and then fuck your dead Mudblood corpse,” he hisses.
Hermione\'s forehead wrinkles. “You know, if you’re trying to arouse me, it’s not working.”
Voldemort drops his angry scowl and looks at her pitifully. “Oh damn it all to hell! Please love me Hermione… I just want to be loved! No one ever has!”
She looks at him with sympathy. “Oh, He-Who-Has-Never-Been-Laid, you’re so complex and misunderstood! I knew there was a troubled man behind the mask.”
Heavy sigh. “Yes, yes, I’m afraid so. But, if you tell anyone, I swear I’ll cut your tongue out and make you eat it for dinner!”
Hermione stifles a laugh. “All this time we were so scared of you. All those horcruxes are really just your way of compensating for... oh you poor thing!”
Voldemort snarls and makes a fist shaking it in her face. “Oh shut up! I\'m supposed to be scaring you!”
Hermione looks back at him in sympathy. “Really, it frightens me... it frightens me how cruel the world has been to you!”
"You mean I don\'t inspire fear in you at all?"
“Well...honestly, you\'ve been trying to kill my best friend for years and you\'re not very good at it.”
Voldemort narrows his eyes trying to hold back tears. “Yes...the world is very cruel…hold me.”
Hermione folds her arms across her chest. "No, you called me a Mudblood, and that\'s not very nice!"
“Let me make it up to you,” he says as he moves closer.
Hermione shudders, trying not to smell his putrid breath.
He whispers soothing comforting things in her ear, causing her nipples to harden.
*Heavy make-out session. He ends up whipping out his huge cock and begins speaking Parseltongue*
“Ooooh... oh my... Tom... may I call you Tom?”
“Yessssssssss. I\'ll even change back into my old human form, I know that will get you nice and wet for me,” he says, panting.
“Yes, please do,” she says, looking at him in revulsion.
“Oh, Hermione, no one has even given themselves to me like this. I feel like a new man. Let me find a scarlet flower for you...it\'s a metaphor you see...”
“Oh, Tom, I love metaphors, especially when they allude to love and passion.”
*A metaphor banner pops up in the meadow*
*They make passionate love. Tom almost cries and realizes he can never let her go. Hermione has a mind blowing orgasm and returns for more the next night. After several months of sneaking out at night to sleep with each other they have a serious conversation about the future of their relationship.*
“Hermione, my love, I’m tired of hiding you away…come join the Dark Side with me.”
“But…but you want to kill my best friend and murder Muggle-borns like myself.”
“Well, I’d keep you alive…doesn’t that count for something?”
“I’m torn… I love you, but…I love goodness and all that’s right in the world too!”
Tom morphs back into Voldemort and pulls her close, giving her a searing kiss.
Hermione moans, Voldemort hisses in passion. "Let\'s face it Hermione, none of this bullshit matters."
Hermione smirks. "You\'re right, you want power, and I want good sex...let\'s just make this work.”
He growls in satisfaction. “You really are the brightest witch of your age,” he says as he leans in to lick her neck.
“And you really are one ugly sod, but your tongue is to die for…”
*The End*
*Hermione is skipping along near the forbidden forest, collecting potions ingredients, singing with the blue jays and other innocent shit with no robe on, in a short skirt, and tight shirt.*
The forest becomes very quiet and then she hears a deep voice whisper, “Mudblood... Mudblood...”
Her bright eyes gleam brightly in moonlight, and she turns around startled.
“Who said that?” she asks nervously.
“You\'re mine now...”
“I belong to no man! I’m Hermione Granger, the brightest, most independent witch in all of the Wizarding World!”
“Why aren’t you running from me, then?”
“Honestly? I’m pretty bored. All I do is read and hang around two blokes who ignore and take advantage of me. Being chased by *the* Dark Lord himself sounds like loads more fun.”
“Yes.. well, I\'ve been watching you.”
“Oh yeah? Do you like what you see?” she says, sticking out her buxom chest and batting her eyes seductively.
“Of course girl, I haven\'t gotten laid since... well, actually I’ve never…”
“I knew it! That’s your problem, then. You’re taking out your anger on the world because you’re backed up!”
“One more word out of you, and I’ll Avada Kedavra you, and then fuck your dead Mudblood corpse,” he hisses.
Hermione\'s forehead wrinkles. “You know, if you’re trying to arouse me, it’s not working.”
Voldemort drops his angry scowl and looks at her pitifully. “Oh damn it all to hell! Please love me Hermione… I just want to be loved! No one ever has!”
She looks at him with sympathy. “Oh, He-Who-Has-Never-Been-Laid, you’re so complex and misunderstood! I knew there was a troubled man behind the mask.”
Heavy sigh. “Yes, yes, I’m afraid so. But, if you tell anyone, I swear I’ll cut your tongue out and make you eat it for dinner!”
Hermione stifles a laugh. “All this time we were so scared of you. All those horcruxes are really just your way of compensating for... oh you poor thing!”
Voldemort snarls and makes a fist shaking it in her face. “Oh shut up! I\'m supposed to be scaring you!”
Hermione looks back at him in sympathy. “Really, it frightens me... it frightens me how cruel the world has been to you!”
"You mean I don\'t inspire fear in you at all?"
“Well...honestly, you\'ve been trying to kill my best friend for years and you\'re not very good at it.”
Voldemort narrows his eyes trying to hold back tears. “Yes...the world is very cruel…hold me.”
Hermione folds her arms across her chest. "No, you called me a Mudblood, and that\'s not very nice!"
“Let me make it up to you,” he says as he moves closer.
Hermione shudders, trying not to smell his putrid breath.
He whispers soothing comforting things in her ear, causing her nipples to harden.
*Heavy make-out session. He ends up whipping out his huge cock and begins speaking Parseltongue*
“Ooooh... oh my... Tom... may I call you Tom?”
“Yessssssssss. I\'ll even change back into my old human form, I know that will get you nice and wet for me,” he says, panting.
“Yes, please do,” she says, looking at him in revulsion.
“Oh, Hermione, no one has even given themselves to me like this. I feel like a new man. Let me find a scarlet flower for you...it\'s a metaphor you see...”
“Oh, Tom, I love metaphors, especially when they allude to love and passion.”
*A metaphor banner pops up in the meadow*
*They make passionate love. Tom almost cries and realizes he can never let her go. Hermione has a mind blowing orgasm and returns for more the next night. After several months of sneaking out at night to sleep with each other they have a serious conversation about the future of their relationship.*
“Hermione, my love, I’m tired of hiding you away…come join the Dark Side with me.”
“But…but you want to kill my best friend and murder Muggle-borns like myself.”
“Well, I’d keep you alive…doesn’t that count for something?”
“I’m torn… I love you, but…I love goodness and all that’s right in the world too!”
Tom morphs back into Voldemort and pulls her close, giving her a searing kiss.
Hermione moans, Voldemort hisses in passion. "Let\'s face it Hermione, none of this bullshit matters."
Hermione smirks. "You\'re right, you want power, and I want good sex...let\'s just make this work.”
He growls in satisfaction. “You really are the brightest witch of your age,” he says as he leans in to lick her neck.
“And you really are one ugly sod, but your tongue is to die for…”
*The End*