Phoenix Flame

The Suprise..

After Mrs. Malfoy left hermione in Her(Their) room she decided to look around. She currently stood in what she assumed was a loving room. One wall was bookshelf's filled with books and the other was a sitting area around a fireplace. Directly across was French doors that appeared to lead out to a balcony. Other then the door behind her there was one more door on the same wall as the fireplace. She walked over and opened it. Inside was a modestly decorated bedroom. On the far wall was a large bed with black bed clothes and two dark wood night stands and a door that Hermione assumed was a bathroom. The opposite wall two large dark wood wardrobes stood with the fireplace between them.  In this room it to had large French doors that lead to the same balcony.
She walked back to the living room planning on grabbing a book and read to pass her time.
After finding a book that looked interesting she went to sit down by the fire. She must of missed it when she came in or it was brought in while she was in then bedroom but there on a table was a tray of hot food. 
As she picked at the food she read soon she fell asleep in the couch she occupied.
She woke with a start sitting up she found she was on the bed now. And near her bed sat Voldemort sat reading.
Hearing her wake he looked up.

"Its nearly time" He said. Reaching to sit his book down on the night stand.

She nodded and rubbed her temple, she had a dreadful headache.

"Are you alright" he asked as if he was collecting data.  Which Hermione reminded herself he was.

"Just a bit of a headache. Nothing to worry about" She finished a bit to sarcastically. She inwardly flenched at her daring.

"What dose it feel like" He asked again in that tone.

She started to answer 'Like a headache' but stopped. When she focused ot was like a light warmth that was getting uncomfortable. Like sitting near a fire and it slowly starting to warm you in that spot getting more uncomfortable.
"Its like being heated and its at a point where its getting uncomfortable. Like warming by the fire after being out side in the cold and not moving around to warm evenly. It's a bit hard to explain"

Voldemort nodded.

Then she felt a burning in her chest as if she swallowed hot coals. It growing in intensity that she fell back onto the bed screaming as she began clawing at her clothes and skin as if trying to get the burning out.

Voldemort stood up and walked closer to the bed.

Screaming as the pain intensified. Then she burst into white hot flames catching the bed on fire. Voldemort took a step back from the intensity of the fire. And as soom as it started it was over. Hermione lay on the ashes of the bed as if sleeping.
Voldemort stepped closer to see her. She was even more beautiful. Her skin as pale as his but where he looked sickly she looked beautiful. Her hair taking the look of flames with red and gold corls that surrounded her head. He could not take his eyes off her its like she turned to a vela demanding his full attention.

Her eyes shot open. They were black no color what so ever as if possessed by a demon. (for my fellow supernatural fans to get what I'm saying). Voldemort kneeled down he felt the needed to be closer to her. He did not like this unknown feeling, but her pull was to strong.
"How are you feeling" He asked.

She turned her face to him. "Different. Better. I can feel the power. Not like before now it feels different" Her voice took an edge of confidence that she didn't have before.

He helped her up. She walked up towards the wardrobes where an ornate mirror was being formed. it leaned against om of the wardrobe.

"Amazing wandless control." Voldemort noted.

She stood there looking at all the changes that happened.
"I am not covered in ashed." She noted. "And my skin is free of blemishes. I don't have my freckles."

She turned back to Voldemort who was watching her with rapt attention that he never gave anyone. She walked up to him they were less than arm length apart black eyed meeting red.

"You accept the Flame?" Taking a Step closer to him. She too felt drawn to him. As if she could see beauty through his snake like features.

"Yes" Voldemort answered.

She closed the gap capturing his lips with hers.

With each trust the flame around them grew. Voldemort felt the pain but it mixed so well with the pleasure that it was easy to ignore. (Not very good at writing smut but I wanted to show how  the flame overtook them both.)

Hermione woke up in ashes her head on a chest. She rose and looked at their surroundings the room was burned. The wall dividing the bedroom from the living room was mostly gone and the roof had burn hole above them. The bed was ashes and the floor had a few large burn marks in it.  she looked over at the man next to her to only scream and scooted away.

"What is wrong with you" The man hissed. "That is not how you wake up people" He sat up his dark hair a mess contrasted nicely with his pales skin, his dark eyes glaring at Hermione.

"Who are--" She pointed at the man wide eyed. "What happened to Voldemort?"

"I am Voldemort you stupid girl" He spat.