Her expression must have given her away. She was about to unleash in a rampage of questions when he wrapped one of his hands around her throat and shook his head slowly. "Later." There was a flash of red glare on his eyes and a cold chill washed over her. He had vanished every piece of clothing they wore, and Hermione was suddenly too aware of his presence, and the contact of his skin on hers was giving her a shitload of new sensations she had never experienced before. Her magic core was fully replenished and overflowing, sending sparks across every nerve of her body. It was overwhelming and her brain was going into overdrive. It was dizzying. A warm bulge twitched pressing on her lower abdomen and her eyes lowered to contemplate in wonder what could only be described as a gift from the gods. She had no way to compare, no precedent references, but deep in her heart she was unmistakably sure, Lord Voldemort was the proud owner of one perfect, gorgeous, no, magnificent cock. It stood in all its glory, flawlessly gleaming, angry even and ready to fill her with all the king’s treasures. It was true they had been naked before in each other's presence, but she had been otherwise preoccupied with making it out alive at the time and at this point that night had become a blur. 