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Chapter 10

He drummed his fingers on his desk impatiently, waiting for the reports. He had heard from the Light side that the battle hadn't gone too well. El was several minutes late!

"Sorry, boss, I got a bit stuck in traffic." A dark figure entered the room, chuckling slightly.

"That outfit is a bit much, El. You're supposed to blend into the crowd, not the shadows. You're not a ninja," he said and sighed, shaking his head. El was always a bit much.

"I know, but you know me." He took off his hood and ruffled his dark hair.

"What reports do you have?" the other man said.

The grin that was previously on El's face disappeared. "Ah, well, the battle didn't go so well. I was sure that..." he trailed off.

"Sure that what? Don't tell me that you're making your own plans again. Every time ends in failure."

"No, boss! It's just that," he bit his pale lips and continued, "oh, how do I put this? She's back, Ansel."

Ansel Lovegood lifted an eyebrow. The only one that was visible, that is. The other was cloaked in a thick eye patch, hiding his scarred eye. "Who? Who's back?"

"Krista Lovegood, your wife."

Ansel slammed his hands on the table and stood up. "Impossible! She's been dead for fifty years! That idiot with an over-inflated ego killed her!" He looked down at the table with his blurred eye. "He used her, then killed her."

"I know my idiot brother was an idiot." Liddell said, his voice dull as he spoke about his younger brother.

The door slammed open, revealing a dark blonde boy with emerald eyes. "We all know that, Liddell. The whole Wizarding World knows that, and the Muggles are going to find out soon enough."

"Well, if it isn't Million, or should I say Maximilian?" Liddell turned his head and smiled at Maximilian.

"Quiet, the both of you!" Ansel shouted and they both obeyed immediately. An angry Ansel was not what they needed . "I-I need time to think. Leave."

Maximilian went back out the door, and Liddell followed, glancing once more before closing the doors.

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"Avada Kedavra!" Tom hissed and watched as the green light shot out, which was briefly followed by a sickening thud to the ground.

The eyes that were once so full of life were gone, replaced by these dead ones.

He knelt down next to her dead body and his hands dived into her pockets. Finding what he was searching for, he pulled out Gryffindor's compass.

He placed the compass over her heart and stood. He pointed his wand down at her heart and focused his energy on her body.

"Morsala!"

He screamed as he felt his soul separate from his body and enter the brave Founder's compass.

Looking down at the body with a sick grin, he knew she was not useless. She had been there for his pleasure, and had benefited to gaining immortality.

Now he stared down at her again, but this time she was breathing and very much alive.

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Krista looked around frantically. He seemed to have apparated them to a very large bathroom. The walls were made of black marble, and the room was only lit by candles. Wax dripped onto the marble, and the bathwater looked steaming.

"You are in need of a bath," he said behind her in a cold, empty voice. Krista already knew she was dirty. Her hair was greasy and her scalp itched. Her head turned and she glared at him.

"Don't you have the decency to turn around?" she snarled at the snake-like man.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before," he said snidely and made no move to turn.

Scoffing, she whipped her head back and undid the button on her robes. She stripped down until she was in nothing but her undergarments. Bending her arm awkwardly around her back, she unhooked her bra and pulled it off. Covering both breasts with her arm, she fumbled with her panties with the other.

After successfully slipping the thin fabric off, she stepped into the water with her right leg, testing it. It wasn't as hot as it appeared to be. It was more of a lukewarm temperature.

She let herself sink down under the water completely, the water washing over her scalp. She rose to the surface and brushed her hands back over her head, slicking her hair back.

The faint innocuous sound of fabric hitting the floor was startling in its unobtrusiveness.

She turned her head and stared at Voldemort's naked body. Along with no hair being on his head, none was down there either. She visibly swallowed and turned three shades of red as she stared. He had grown. It stood at half mast and it seemed to harden further as she watched.

"Thirteen inches," he gloated proudly at her staring.

"Th-that has to be impossible," she stuttered and twitched.

"Anything is possible when it comes to magic." And, however corny it was, it was true.

She noticed how his body contrasted with the black marble of the bathroom, making him the center object.

She sank further into the water, seeking a place of refugee. He padded forward, but she did not watch. His pale leg came into her view and lowered itself into the translucent water, standing out sharply against the black bathtub.

He lowered himself gracefully into the other side of the large bath, till he reclined comfortably curled against the black stone. His legs were at each side of her own, her own legs coming up to his knees. If she tried, she could actually kick him where it hurt. But she found that she didn't want to. Truth be told, she just wanted this relaxing bath.

He had his eyes shut in peace, and she discovered that he seemed more relaxed than he had ever been before.

At this moment his eyes opened. Shiny red jewels scrutinized her silently.

After a minute or so, he let them slip close again. He had just come from a battle, and he needed his rest. But that thing between his thighs didn't look at peace, and she felt the sudden urge to touch it.

She leaned forward, the water splashing slightly, and ran her fingertips up his smooth thighs. Looking over his face, she observed on how one of his eyes cracked open, glazed in curiosity. A satisfied smirk grazed his lips.

Looking back down, she drew circles closer to his fully erected member. Along with the length, the width was also above average. If she put her hand around it, there would be at least two inches between the tips of her thumb and index finger.

"You have never been this willing, Lovegood."

She pulled back sharply as her eyes widened. Ansel. She looked down at her blue ring on her left finger. She was still married.

This was adultery.

"It's not like you have not done it before." His voice met empty ears. He had opened both of his eyes now, gazing with amusement.

"What happened to him?" Krista asked, unable to meet his accusing eyes.

"To whom?" His mocking question was answered by her fierce glare.

She clenched her hands into fists as angry tears found their way into her eyes. "Tell me," she growled through her teeth.

Chuckling, he told her, "Your darling husband has gone into hiding like the coward he is. He has sent assassins out to kill me, but all in vain. I had an encounter quite a few years back and I left a rather nasty scar on his left eye. I seem keen on leaving scars." As he said this, his eyes roved over the lightning bolt scar on her cheek.

"Ansel is not a coward! If anyone is, it would be you!" she shouted angrily. She gasped as she felt his thin, spidery hands clenched around her neck. He had leaned forward slightly and had grasped her thin throat.

Scooting forward so that he was towering over her, his scarlet eyes glared down at her. "Do not ever call me a coward."

Tears had made their way into her eyes and she nodded ever so slightly.

Instead of letting her go, he dragged her down and she desperately gasped for air before being completely under water. Her tears mixed with the water of the bath.

His grip on her throat loosened so that she was not being choked, but still, she could not breath. She thrashed wildly for a few moments before giving up, staring at his blurred image. Too focused on the fact that she needed air, she did not take notice to his hardness pressed against her flat stomach.

Her lungs felt as if they were on fire. It was too soon to die after just coming back from the dead, wasn't it?

Her mouth parted, and small bubbles of air left her mouth. Water replaced the tiny bubbles, and it made her feel better. But only for a few moments.

Again, her lungs felt consumed by flames. Her eyes scrunched shut and her whimper of pain was muffled. Then she felt something pressed against her mouth. With shock, she realized it was Voldemort's own mouth. With such thin lips, it felt a bit off. But nonetheless, she accepted the kiss with bliss. His tongue swiped against her lower lip, urging her to open to him. She did, and she was never so thankful for air.

Even when he brought her back above the water, the kiss did not cease.

When they finally parted, she breathed through her mouth deeply. Then he grabbed her arm and Apparated them from the bath.

A/N: Now, this chapter was really different than the last. I suppose the after-battle scenes are rather lazy.

Review replies:

Candie Eddlir: You did that all during one chapter? The villain is impressed.

RainbowSkittles123: Ah, romance you say? First they would have to put aside their differences and hate for each other, and Krista will indeed make things difficult for Tom/Voldemort.

Kenshim Himura28: There. That's what happened to Ansel.

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