"Wake up, Little Witch..."His whispers pulled her from her deep sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and she was thankful for the darkness."What time is it?" Her voice was hoarse."It’s early morning, late from your perspective you might say."He held her against his naked body with his arms wrapped around her waist."You must return to the Castle, unfortunately."The smile on her lips disappeared slowly as the events of the night played back in her memory."What happened?" she asked."Besides the obvious?" he shrugged. "I believe we inadvertently completed your ritual."She turned her face and looked at his sharp features cast in the shadows."You merged..." she whispered. He nodded once with a contemplative expression. "Do you want to talk about it?"He clicked his tongue and then offered her a reassuring smile."I don’t talk about things, Treasure. I deal with them."She decided not to push on the matter. If he had become one with his fragments, there was probably a struggle of emotions he was battling with right now. The stoic front he was showing off was quite impressive, but to be complete meant to be crumbling inside in the world of Lord Voldemort."I have an assignment for you." He schooled himself back in business."Does it involve more research?"He shook his head with a smirk."While my library is at your disposal for your own indulgence. This is a more hands-on task I will ask you to perform. You are a warrior, my treasure. A Queen with an insatiable mind, but a heart with an unquenchable thirst for battle."She felt her magic sing. She felt appreciated and seen."I will never hold you back. I won’t ever hide you from the world. I want to watch you be the hand that pulls the rubber band of the sling shot."Her face broke into a joyful grin. The words had rolled off his tongue as his own, this was not just her Tom Riddle speaking, this was Voldemort assimilating that fragment. His knowing smile was brighter in return. And his raging erection, pressed against her back deserved to be rewarded for his human efforts.Hermione turned in his embrace and pushed him gently, rolling him on his back. She straddled him rocking her slick folds, primed by his appreciative words along his length. They both hissed and groaned at the delicious contact. She smiled at his awed expression behind hooded eyes and wrapped her fingers around him. Without breaking eye contact, Hermione lifted herself and guided him to her entrance. She lowered down his shaft gracefully slow, feeling every ridge slide up her already clenching walls. It was a good pain. They both moaned, relishing on the muscle’s stretch. She stilled fully sheathed looking down at him. Voldemort ran his hands up her thighs and rested his palms on her waist. His eyes moved to her hands splayed on his lower abdomen. He reached for her left arm and drew small circles with his thumb on her wrist."Are you with me?" he asked, never leaving the sight of her fair skin."Yes." There was no hesitation in her voice.He dug his nail on her inner wrist and a shiver ran down her spine. She gasped at the prickling sensation, and a wave of pleasure ran throughout her body. Hermione let her head fall back with a violent shake. Tom stared hypnotized as her soft curls hovered in the air sparkling with magic.Hermione opened her eyes in a daze, and looked down at her forearm. Black lines of ink were bleeding out, shaping into a familiar outline. As if drawn by an invisible hand, the form of the snake slithering out of the skull’s mouth was now tattooed on her skin. Her gaze darted towards him and the devious smile on his lips did things to her that only cemented her resolve.He thrusted his hips against her heat, ripping a cry of pleasure from her throat.Hermione started a rocking motion, meeting his thrusts in earnest. As she rode him high on his magic gift, Voldemort could only but stare in wonder with his mouth agape."Beware the marked Queen," he quoted, trailing his fingers over her branded skin in pure bliss. "For she withholds the Skull King’s treasure."