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Please be nice this is my first Voldemort Fanfiction. I hope that you all will enjoy this. (lord knows my friend Sarah does)

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Name: Cilla Malfoy

Looks: Pale/fair skin with a toned and fit body and full breasts, not too big just perfect. The same blue eyes and pale blond hair that is common among the Malfoy family. She stands five feet seven inches tall with long sensual legs that simply beg to be touched. Luscious kissable lips along with a face of an Angel would make the goddess Aphrodite jealous.

Cilla is an Anemegous who changes into a beautiful python/anaconda like Snake; with silvery white scales and ice blue eyes. Cilla has closer to "Him" since she discovered him that night after he attempted to kill Harry. Cilla is mostly in her snake form unless in private with Voldemort. She is the only other person besides his beloved Nagini he shows affection and love to.

Chapter One:

Cilla lay perfectly still on her side as she slept beneath the warm blankets over her lovers bed. The fireplace held a roaring fire which only added to the warmth of the room. Her beloved Tom was busy discussing business with his faithful Death Eaters. Yes, that was right, she called him Tom. Why? Well, he let her for she was the only one he would ever allow these days to call him that.

She heard footsteps coming towards the door, as a precaution she changed back into her snake form. Slowly she curled up underneath the covers to hide herself, and then the door opened.

Voldemort entered his bedroom immediately shutting the door behind him. His blue eyes scanned the room; Cilla was nowhere in sight. A smirk appeared upon his lips as he looked around 'Cilla' he spoke her name in Parseltongue which send a shiver down her spine.

Voldemort eyed the bed as a pale hand slowly emerged from under the covers. Slowly almost teasingly the hand pulled back the covers; allowing him full view of her body. She was dressed in white almost sheer bloomer style pajama pants along with a white of the shoulder chemise that stopped just below her waist. Voldemort eyes cascaded over her, starting at her feet and working his way up. Trailing from her sensual legs that he so longed to touch, to her hips, her torso, her ample breast and finally her face.

Her teasing eyes glanced at him staring into his own seductive blue eyes. His smirk grew at the ideas of what he could do to her flooded his mind. Before Cilla's eyes the snake like man began to change. She smiled knowing why. For you see one of Cilla's exceptional talents, was potion making. She had discovered one that would turn him into his "Old self" at his will. But he only did this when he was alone; because he still wanted people to fear him. (Photo in profile)

Hair grew from his head and went down to his shoulders, luscious and full brown locks of hair. His skin tanned slightly till it was a healthy peachy color. The Cilla had to control herself; her body was reacting to the mere sight of him. He removed his robes leaving him only in a pair of pants, her eyes locked onto his toned body as he climbed into bed. Never once did his eyes unlock from hers.

As he entered the bed he grabbed the covers and pulled them over the two of them. Not wanting anymore heat to escape from the confines of the bed. Gracefully she laid on her back allowing him to once again have dominance over her. His eyes closed as her soft hand gently caressed his face, the slight stubble tickled her skin. Her hands reached into the thick soft locks, her fingernails gently running along his scalp.

Cilla gasped slightly as his mouth clamped down upon her neck. He was fully on top of her now, her legs on either side of his body. Her back arched into him causing a groan to escape the Dark lord as she pressed up against him. Voldemort pulled away and looked down into Cilla's lust filled eyes. His arms wrapped around her as their lips met in a heated kiss.

~Morning~

Cilla's eyes opened only to see her lover already dressing for the events of today. Still half naked Voldemort had his back to her; a sly smirk appeared upon her face. Ever so quietly she crept out of bed and made her way over to him. Like the sly little snake she was she crept up on him without him even hearing her. She slid her hands around his waist up his abs and to his chest.

She caressed his skin ever so slowly causing his muscles to dance beneath her fingers. A small moan was heard and she could feel him shivering as she pressed herself up against him.

'So soon my love?' she asked in a very sensual voice as she nipped at the flesh of his shoulder.

"Yes, I must." But Cilla kept nipping; she loved hearing that deep growl like moan that resonated in his chest. It sounded as though he was purring.

"You know darling," she said in that sensual and seductive tone once again. "If you keep purring like that, (nibbles her way up his neck.) I'd think you a cat, instead of the handsome snake that you are." His head leaned back as she found his spot on his neck. She sucked harder causing more moans of pleasure to escape him.

A giggle reached his ears and he turned his head and was immediately met by those blue eyes. Oh how he loved her, Cilla was the only other person besides his beloved Nagini he had ever loved. Voldemort leaned in but was interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

"Damn," they both hissed annoyingly as Cilla changed back into a snake while Voldemort changed back as well. The only time she was ever in human form was when she was alone with him; and that wasn't often. Voldemort, once he had fully dressed, answered the door in a rather foul mood "What?" It was Bellatrix looking as insane as ever.