The darkness in Hermione, imbedded in her brain from the locket that whispered to her, held her curious and bold. Would he fuck her in that moment? Did he truly want her? What was he even capable of doing to her? Pushing off of her hands, she reached forwards and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Voldemort’s pants. She breathed heavily and managed a small sexual, wanton noise as he began moving his fingers, in and out, testing her tightness and just how deep he could really go.