Enjoy the chap! I know that it is not canon but oh well. I liked how this chap was going. It'll get more interesting in the next chap. A lot more will be revealed about Dumbledore's plans.
'Marie's thoughts'
Voldemort's thoughts
"Parseltongue"
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After Lord Voldemort had suggested an experiment, Marie was pretty nervous. Surely the man wouldn't try and molest her again without her permission like in her dream after he had just basically apologized? Dark Lords don't just apologize for anything either. He really meant it otherwise he wouldn't have even bothered.
Lord Voldemort had led them into the library once more but Marie wasn't too sure of why. Anyone could just walk in on them. What was he going to do?
But instead of talking, Voldemort merely sat down on a couch near the back of the room, Marie obviously right behind him and sat in the spot of the couch next to him. They sat there for a while in silence together before Marie cleared her throat and asked the question.
"So what is your suggestion on experimentations?" she tried to say it in an intelligent manner but failed miserably as her blush tainted her cheeks.
This seemed to make Voldemort visibly relax and his shoulders dropped from the reduced stress.
"I honestly don't know, Potter." His voice was low and deep as if he didn't want to be heard but Marie heard his loud and clear.
"You've never 'experimented' with a girl, have you?"
Voldemort shot her a glare but looked away, "Of course I've been in relationships and chose quite a lot of suitable mates in the years but no. I've never really done anything with a woman except the basic mating."
"Basic mating?" Marie cocked an eyebrow at him, "Voldemort, don't be so shy about it"
Voldemort glared at her, "I am anything but shy, Potter, and you of all people should know that!"
She was basically mocking him but tried to make it seem as though she was just trying to help, "Just call it by its true name. All you ever did was fuck. You were a horny teenager with lip and love issues. You have never made out, gone down on a girl or made love. Got it. You got a lot to work on then, don't you?"
"Shut up Potter. There is no way in hell that I am ever 'going down' on you." He growled out.
Marie rolled her eyes, "I wasn't planning on letting you. I was thinking that we start on the first thing."
"Making out?" Voldemort spoke the words as though they were foreign to him.
"Just a kiss first but I'm not too sure we should do that yet. Could you give me until tomorrow to prepare myself for something like that? I'm not really enthused about kissing my enemy."
Voldemort sighed, "Ex-enemy" he corrected.
Marie then huffed, "Whatever" and began to blush.
Voldemort smirked at her, "Embarrassed, Potter?"
"You wish. I'm a Gryffindor remember? We lions have no regrets. We are bold and daring and-"
Marie had no chance to continue as she felt a pair of cold lips on hers. She hadn't even realized that she had closed her eyes and she snapped them open to stare at the Dark Lord in shock, refusing to participate.
However, she found that she didn't have to as Voldemort quickly shot away and broke the kiss, glaring at her.
"It didn't work."
"Of course not, you creep! It's supposed to be mutual! I told you to let me prepare myself! Arsehole . . ."
Voldemort growled but looked away as Marie was wiping off the feel of his lips from hers. It somehow made him angry that she did that, "Are you ready yet?"
"No." she shot bluntly and Voldemort grabbed her wrists, albeit gently. Voldemort decided that he should try a different approach. A seductive approach.
"Potter." He persisted, "Just let it happen and we could be free from these . . . cuffs. Just listen to me." He came closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Just believe in me"
Something about Lord Voldemort's voice made Marie shiver and Voldemort smirked in glee.
He moved his face in front of her and slowly lowered his lips down to hers. Marie held still but still didn't respond as she felt the cold thin lips on hers once more. Softly and gently, he glided his cold lips on her warm and plump ones. The sensation was strange to Voldemort but he didn't mind it as he pressed his lips more firmly on hers, finally causing a response.
Marie shuddered but tried to relax. So she closed her eyes to try and imagine someone else kissing her. Anyone else. She delved into her memory and found Cedric. She tried and tried to imagine that it was Cedric Diggory kissing her but it wasn't working. Voldemort had the same thoughts strange enough but only of the fact of imagining that Marie was picturing him and no one else. He knew she was creating a fallacy in her mind, though.
So to break her out of that fantasy, he gently prodded his tongue against Marie's lips, surprised that she let him inside. However, once Voldemort glided his forked tongue against Marie's normal one, Marie's fantasy was broken and she ripped away from Voldemort completely, letting the cuffs create a barrier between them.
"Dammit Potter!" Voldemort yelled, "Just let it go already! You have to let me!"
"I was!"
"No. You were imagining someone else kissing you. Not me. You have to let it be me, Potter. Otherwise, the cuffs will not come off."
"They can tell the difference then? If we are imaging someone else?"
"I don't know about you, Potter, but I was perfectly fine on letting it be you that I was kissing."
"I'm sure you were, pervert."
Voldemort tsked and looked away, "We'll never get apart if we keep it up like this, girl. We need to, dare I say it, work together on this. This is the only way."
Marie dropped her gaze angrily, "I'm sorry. I just don't want to kiss the murderer of my parents and other innocent people."
Voldemort looked up to her and let him mouth hang open ever so slightly. He reached out and gently tried to touch Marie's knee only for the cuff barrier to stop him. He didn't stop, however and tried again, slower. Finally, Marie let him get through the barrier, the cuffs realizing that he wasn't a threat, as well.
He touched her knee and rubbed the knee bone with his thumb, causing Marie to unconsciously shudder under the touch. Voldemort thought that it would definitely be better to go slower for her as he just touched her. He touched her knees but skipped to her neck and then her face, gently rubbing her cheeks and threading his fingers through her wild black locks.
Voldemort didn't notice that their breathing had increased and his eyes had changed, dilating with undisguised lust. Marie looked into the man's eyes, trying to ignore that fear that clawed into her skin where he touched her so gently. Dark magic began to swirl around the two wildly and they didn't even care that it was whirling about like an invisible and transparent typhoon.
Voldemort was coming closer and closer, getting ready to kiss her one more time until someone entered the library.
"Marie?!"
Marie abruptly pulled herself away from the Dark Lord and looked towards the voice's source.
There by the door way entry stood Remus.
"Remus" Marie muttered, "It's not what it looks like, Moony!"
Voldemort began to smirk as the werewolf got closer. And the closer Remus got, the angrier he became.
"What do you think you are doing, Riddle?!" he yelled at Voldemort.
Voldemort was suddenly pissed off, yes but remember what he had promised Marie and decided that it would not be a good idea to kill the werewolf in front of her.
Instead, he thought it would be more fun to mock him.
Voldemort grabbed the back of Marie's neck, surprised that she let him, and said, "Why isn't it obvious, wolf? I'm claiming her."
As soon as Voldemort said it he pulled Marie closer and smashed his warmed up thin lips onto Marie's for the third time in less than ten minutes. However, he didn't get too far as Remus ripped him off of Marie.
Remus pulled back a fist rammed it straight in Voldemort's face. To say that Marie was shocked was an understatement.
Voldemort fell to the ground holding his face, blood spurting out from his slit nose and mouth. He coughed but laughed as he began to stand back up.
"Good aim, wolf." He mocked as he held his wand to the wound to heal it, "But next time, you should gather all of the information first before you judge. The girl didn't seem to mind that I kissed her, isn't that right, Potter?"
"Stay away from her!" Remus shouted at him but Voldemort just rolled his eyes.
"That'd be a little hard since we are handcuffed together, wolf."
Remus growled but Marie laid her hand on his, "Remus, it's fine. I agreed on it. We are trying to remove the cuffs before Dumbledore can."
"But Marie" Remus spoke, "You can't trust him. Once he gets those cuffs off, he's going to kill you."
"No he won't" Marie argued, "We made a deal"
Remus laughed, "A deal. You know, maybe you should include me on these types of things before you go and just do it, Marie. I want to help you but you have to help yourself first."
With that, Remus promptly walked away, "And by the way, Snape is doing a very shitty job at looking out for you, Marie! It's a good thing I'm here to watch over you!" he shouted sarcastically.
Marie felt really bad but found that she couldn't say anything. Voldemort noticed her distress and when he was finished healing himself, he sat on the couch once more with her, "You have strange friends, Potter."
Marie snorted, "Oh really? And why is that?"
"I thought friends were supposed to be there for you no matter what."
Marie turned mad, "Oh yeah?! And how would you know?! You never had any friends in your life! You don't know how it feels to be loved or cared for!"
"And you do?!" he shouted back, "We are more alike than you think, girl. They are just using you for their own gain, Potter. Just like Dumbledore was."
"You're wrong." She argued.
The Dark Lord laughed softly, "Hmm." He hummed, "How about we go back to my room and finish this?"
Marie rolled her eyes, "Finish what? Arguing 'til we're out of breathe?"
"No. So we can finish our experiments."
"I don't think that I even want to be near you anymore."
"And you think I want to be around you? That's why we have to join lips and such Potter. So we can divide from each other. Understand?"
Voldemort stood and waiting for her until Marie finally stood as well and spoke, "Fine."
They began to walk through the hall to Voldemort's chambers. Marie could feel her nerves pulsing through her skin, vibrating, making her blood boil.
However, before Voldemort could open the door to his room, someone else stopped them.
"My Lord!"
It was Snape.
Voldemort felt like banging his head against the door, "What Snape?! I'm busy!"
"Dumbledore has just given me a message to rely to Ms. Potter. He says there is no time to waste, My Lord."
Voldemort was rapt with attention now, turning from Marie and back to Snape, "Rely your message, Snape."
The potions master nodded and began, "Ms. Potter, you are to tell the Headmaster where you are or else . . ."
Marie was confused, "Or else what?"
The sharp nosed man huffed, "Or else he'll shorten the time you have left, therefore killing you AND the Dark Lord. You have until tomorrow evening to send him his letter."
"Why haven't you just told him?"
Snape hissed, "Seriously Potter? I'm here to protect you. Plus I'm loyal to the Dark Lord. To protect you, I cannot tell him where you two reside and if I were you, I'd be very careful about what you do, Ms. Potter. He plans on shortening the time you two have left anyway. I overheard him talking about the rest of it to Dung before I came here."
"Fantastic." Voldemort sighed, "You see, Potter, why we have to do this now? We need to do whatever we can to get these cuffs off!"
Marie snarled her nose in disgust, "I'd rather die than let you violate me."
"What?" It was Snape's turn to be confused, "My Lord! I told you-"
"I don't care about what your feelings, Snape! It has to be done! And if you haven't noticed, we might not have any choice in the matter now."
Snape deflated and for once, Marie saw pain in his face. Did Snape actually feel sorry for Marie?
"Fine." Snape gruffed out, "But Potter. . . ."
Marie stared at her Professor with fear.
"Be careful" he whispered and he just walked away down the hall.
Marie stood silently by the dark lord for a few seconds before looking back up to Voldemort.
"Well?" she sighed, "Are we going to do this or not?"
Despite being forced into this situation, Voldemort was actually quite pleased. At least it was with a girl and a beautiful one at that. Sure she was his ex-enemy and they had their differences but not even Lord Voldemort could deny that Marie Lily Potter was gorgeous enough to be a Veela.
As the Dark Lord ushered Marie into the room, he thought about what he could do to make this easier for the both of them. Sure at first he only wanted to get rid of the cuffs so he could continue his master plans of murder but now he was unsure. It was only a few hours ago that the two had made a deal. Marie Potter was neutral.
Marie walked in with Voldemort and as Voldemort shut the door behind them, Marie turned around to face him.
"So what now?" Marie asked.
Voldemort chuckled, "I thought you were the make-out expert. However I prefer to call it snogging."
Marie burst out into an unexpected fit of laughter, "AHhahahaha! Snogging? Seriously?! That's your term for making out?!"
"What? I wasn't aware that I said anything amusing." Voldemort frowned.
"Nothing. It's just that I never thought that I'd hear that word out of you before. It was funny." Marie calmed down.
Voldemort coughed and looked over at the fireplace.
Marie never thought she would see him like this.
Like a nervous teenager.
He said that he had never snogged or made love but so far, he had the kissing part down pretty good.
Marie definitely couldn't deny that Lord Voldemort was a great kisser.
Finally after a few more seconds, Voldemort pulled himself together and looked back at the girl in front of him that the chains and cuffs connected him to.
"I apologize in advance for my behavior, Potter, but I doubt that I will be able to control myself if we get too involved in the snogging."
"I thought that you said that you wouldn't ever want me?" Marie felt downcast and held her head down to look at the floor.
She could hear Voldemort's groan and was stunned when he lifted her chin up to look at him. She gazed into his crimson eyes as he fondled her chin with his long finger nails. She didn't even realize that Voldemort was getting closer to her face. Marie sucked in a breathe as he passed her lips and went to her ear, "I lied."
Before Marie had any time to digest what she had just heard, the Dark Lord crashed his lips down on hers, moving them sensually. Voldemort was surprised that Marie had even let him kiss her deeper as he began to prod his tongue against her lips like in the library. Marie shivered although she didn't know why. May be it was because of fear.
But could it be because of something else?
Was it lust?
No matter. She was beginning to be too far gone to care. She was so far gone that she even began to kiss the dark Lord back.
"Mmm" Voldemort groaned against her lips and Marie hated to think like this but it kind of turned her on.
Voldemort then plunged in her mouth, his tongue exploring in her warm wet cavern until their tongues met together and swirled against each other.
It wasn't loving, though.
No, it was rough and carnivorous.
The way Voldemort pulled on her hair and moaned like a ravenous predator eating a kill. Marie wasn't any better though. She wrapped her arms around Voldemort's neck and moaned back, enjoying the strange sensations that the forked tongue was giving her.
They didn't even realize that they fell onto the bed, with Marie on top. Voldemort grabbed her hips to keep her in place as he held her down by her hair, biting her lips long fully.
Finally, though they had to break apart but placed chaste kisses on each other's lips before finally stopping. Marie rested herself comfortably on Voldemort's chest, panting for breathe.
"Well pant I never thought pant I would ever snog Lord Voldemort. Or rather gasp enjoy it" Marie breathed out.
Voldemort smirked and suddenly flipped them over so that Voldemort was on top of her in a push up position, "I never thought that I would ever be able to snog you while you were willing."
"Creep" she mocked.
"Bitch" he replied and dove down to her neck, sucking on her fleshy soft skin.
Marie moaned at the sensation, "I think we better stop though."
"Why?"
"Because it's time for dinner. We can finish this later after dinner.
Voldemort rolled his eyes but complied by getting off of her and leading her to dinner.
The dinner was pretty uneventful besides Remus still glaring at Voldemort and as soon as it was over, Voldemort apparated to his room with Marie, not wasting any time in snogging her to death again.
However, neither went too far.
Marie wasn't ready for anything past that quite yet but she would have to be by tomorrow.
Both or their lives depended on it.
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