Chapter Ten: Caught in a Bad Romance

A/N: I was about to start a new chapter for my "Labeled as Freaks…" story, but because Cass squealed in one of my favorite stores, I'm going to continue my focus on "My Derailment".

My hands started to shake as I slowly peeled my white T-shirt off of my body. I dropped it at my feet, and then took my bra off. Once my bra was off, I quickly put the baby doll style, short dress of the silver negligee on. I straightened my body into one hundred and eighty degrees, sucked in for a moment, and unbuttoned my jeans. As I started to push the fabric down my hips, Voldemort said in a silky, but still scary voice, "Bend at the waist."

I gulped, bent at the waist, and pushed the rest of the fabric down to my ankles. I stood back up, put my right foot on the loose fabric of my left leg, and pulled my left leg out of my pants. Then I bent my right leg, pulled off my pants and set it down by my shirt. I quickly slipped out of my undies, put them by my pants and shirt, and slipped on the silver G-string that's a part of the negligee. I put the palms of my hands on my stomach and looked over my shoulder at him. He was hungrily looking me up and down; I noticed that the bump beneath the thin fabric of his boxers was starting to get bigger. After thoroughly studying my body from the back, he ran his hands up his neck and through his hair. He lustfully hissed, "Come here."

I drew in yet another deep breath and started walking over to his side of the bed. He licked his lips when his eyes found my hips; he huskily said, "Straddle me."

My nervous breathing became rapid as I straddled him. He put his left hand on my right hip and grabbed his wand from the nightstand to his right. He pointed it at a discreet stereo system near us; almost immediately, "Touchin On My" by 3oh!3 stared to play. He then pointed his wand at my lower stomach and mumbled the same contraceptive spell I used the first time he forced himself upon me. I shuddered as he put his lips to my left ear and whispered along with the song, "Show me yours, I'll show you mine, don't you worry, you're too fine."

I tried to fight back a soft moan when he nibbled on my earlobe, but I failed. I could feel his lips form into a smirk as he kissed his way down my neck and to my collarbone. He started leaving small, but numerous hickeys from the left side of my collarbone, all the way to the kissed his way up the right side of my neck, up my jaw line, and to my ear. He nibbled my earlobe and grabbed his wand again. A shiver shot up my spine as he pushed the thin fabric of the G-string to the side with the tip of his wand. He pointed it an inch away from my entrance and mumbled a spell. I shuddered and dug my nails into his shoulders the second I felt it.

"What was that?" I practically shouted at him.

He moved his face away from my neck and looked into my worried eyes. "That was a spell."

I tilted my head the left and said, "Naaaw, that totally wasn't a spell."

He chuckled and said, "I like how tight you are, and I want to keep it that way."

I gave him a curious look.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Eventually, you're going to stretch. I just made it so that after you have sex, no matter what the size of the dick, you're always going to come back to the size you are now."

I was silent for a minute. "…Thanks?" He didn't say anything; instead, he started kissing my neck again and pointed his wand at my butt, mumbled the same spell, and then leaned away from me to put his wand back. He was heading for my neck, but I put my hands firmly against his shoulders. With wide, worried eyes, I whispered, "No."

He smirked and slipped his hands underneath mine. "No to what?"

"My…" I pushed the palms of my hands against the palms of his, putting our hands back against his shoulders. "My butt, please," my eyes started to water, "please, not my butt."

A wild look flashed across his eyes as a sadistic smile spread across his face. He quickly slipped his hands away from mine and roughly grabbed my butt, causing me to grind against his clothed erection. I did my best to not moan from the movement, but a small whimper escaped. He squeezed my butt and excitedly asked me, "Are you… are you an anal virgin?"

I bit my bottom lip as tears started to form in my eyes. "Ye—Yes."

His smiled widened enough to show a little bit of his teeth, "Oh," he breathed, "tonight is going to be very, very fun."

I gulped.

He faked a look of concern and wiped a tear off of my left cheek with his right thumb. "Shu-shu-shush. Don't cry, I promise you'll like it." he kissed my forehead; I could feel his smirk forming again, "Whether or not you want it," he chuckled, "you'll like it."

I silently started to cry as he kissed his way straight down my face and to my lips. I felt a sudden stinging pain in my forehead as his kiss got rougher. Before I could lean away from him and rub my head, he pulled away from me and stared into my eyes. "Stop picturing my old body, it'll be better if you look at my new one."

I stayed silent.

He sighed and caressed my left cheek with his right hand. "Neema, Neema, Neema."

Fuck it, I'm already about to be raped, what do I have to lose? "Voldie, Voldie, Voldie."

He gave me a curious look, but then started to laugh. "You're feelin' pretty ballsy tonight."

I couldn't help but to laugh, too. After a moment of awkward silence, I whispered, "Why are you trying to help me?"

He raised his right eyebrow and replied, "I didn't bother to get back my youthful appearance for nothing." He kissed me softly on the lips before adding on, "Besides, you think I'm quite attractive now. I'm not going to stop just because you don't like it, so you might as well enjoy one thing about all this."

The song changed, but I wasn't really paying attention to it. I laughed, relaxed my body, and then breathed out. "I hate you."

"I know," he said and started to kiss and nibble on my lips, "I know that very well."

I sighed and gently placed my arms around his neck for comfort. He started to kiss me faster and rougher while running his hands up and down my back, my sides, and then up the negligee. I gasped as his fingers inched their way up to my breasts. He broke the kiss just long enough to tell me, "Raise your arms." The second I did so was the second he pulled the negligee up off of my body. He tossed it to the side and cupped my breasts; he kissed his way down the front of my neck, leisurely making his way to the area of my chest between my breasts. I gasped when he rubbed my hardening nipples with his thumbs; I looked down and sighed as he started to kiss my left breast. He looked up at me with a smirk right before he sucked my left nipple into his warm mouth. He used his right hand to grab my butt and brush me against his erection; I couldn't help but to moan. He put both of his hands on my butt and rubbed me back and forth against his erection. After a minute or so of licking and sucking on my left nipple, he kissed his way to my right one and did the same.

He started to kiss his way back up my chest and to the weak spots on my neck when he wrapped his arms around my waist and slowly folded his legs up. Then, he sat up onto his knees and slowly laid me onto my back. I sat up, using my elbows against the mattress as support. While looking up at me, he kissed my stomach in the shape of a "V" before he kissed the line of soft flesh above the top of the G-string that I'm wearing. He slipped his fingertips underneath the side strings and slowly pulled the G-string down, never moving his eyes away from mine. He put his hands underneath my knees and bent my legs up to ninety degrees, pulled the G-string off, and flung that by the top of the negligee. He put his hands on my outer legs and moved them up at the same pace he kissed his way up my inner legs. He reached my thighs just as "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga started to play. I shuddered, remembering the first time this happened to me, remembering how this song played. I quickly pushed that out of my head and remembered what he said just a few minutes before, "…you might as well enjoy one thing about all this." I gulped and felt sick, but there was nothing I could do to stop this. I couldn't even fool my mind or my body into not liking the way his touches felt.

He skipped my vagina entirely as he kissed his way up the middle of my stomach, between my breasts, up my neck, and to my right ear. He nibbled on my earlobe and huskily whispered, "I want your horror, I want your design, 'cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine."

I shuddered.

He kissed his way back down my body. He started to caress my inner thighs with his hands and his lips; just as I was getting used to the feeling of this, he tickled my slit with the tip of his tongue. My eyes shot open and a small, surprised moan escaped from my lips. He looked up at me, the fact that he's dominant in everything me related was turning him on. I pressed my lips together and my eyelids fluttered as his tongue started to lick and explore my folds. Whimpers of pure pleasure came from my throat as his licks became faster and faster. He licked small circles around my clit and smirked at the sound of my moan when he flicked his tongue against it. He licked his lips and then gently sucked my clit into his mouth; my hips involuntarily bucked up towards him as his sucking and licking became rougher. I couldn't stop anything about my moans; the rate them came out, or the volume of them. He grabbed and squeezed my right hip with his left hand while he circled my wet entrance with his right index and middle fingers. My eyes and head rolled back as he slowly slid them in and out of me. He sucked on my clit harder and started to rub his fingers against my G-spot. I couldn't help but to start to moan andshout as he furiously rubbed my G-spot. I don't know if it took me two seconds or two minutes, but I came, and I came hard. He smirked at my panting, lightly sweaty form, and slowly pulled his fingers out of me.

When my breathing eased back to normal, I opened my eyes and instantly made eye contact with him. He popped his fingers into his mouth and licked my juices from them. He smirked, slid them out, and then slid them into my mouth. I drew in a deep breath and licked his fingers. After a minute of this, he slid them out of my mouth and got off of the bed. He slid his boxers down to his ankles, stepped out of them with his left foot, and then kicked them to the side with his right. My eyes examined his new body; there's some muscle definition, not as much as Draco, but still enough to want to stare. I looked at his arms, they were pretty toned; then I looked at the faint lines marking developing abs. His silk voice was filled with lust and demand, "Come here."

I situated myself to the part of the edge of the bed that he's standing in front of and looked at his penis. My eyes widened and my mouth opened a centimeter or two. I drew in a deep breath and blinked, hard. His youthful body possessed an eight, maybe nine-inch penis. I timidly placed my right hand on it; I gently closed my hand around it and quietly gasped when I found that I could only almost touch my middle finger to my thumb. He looked down at me with a smirk, wrapped his left hand around my right, and started to move my hand up and down his stiff shaft. After a few strokes, he brought my hand up to my mouth. I looked up at him and he looked down at my face, after a few seconds of waiting, he stuck his tongue out and made a licking motion. I looked at my hand and licked it a few times, and then he brought it back down to his shaft. He entangled his right hand in my hair and brought my lips to the head. I lightly flicked my tongue against it before I started to actually lick it. He rolled his head back and started to grunt as I wrapped my moist lips around his head and started to suck on it. Several minutes passed before he took his left hand off of my right hand, picked up my left hand, and placed it on his balls. I immediately tried to move my hand away; Mark always tried to get me to touch him down there, too, but I always thought it felt gross.

Alas, this is Voldemort, not Mark. He forced my hand to stay; I cringed at the feeling, but he started to buck his hips and grunt again. I'm assuming that this means he's close, so I sucked harder, licked quicker, and stroked faster. "Ah–Auh–Aaahh!" Before I knew it, he busted in my mouth. He smirked down at me, untangled his hand, and started to stroke my hair. "Swallow." I gulped and then leaned back, forcing him to remove his dick from my mouth. I drew in a long, deep breath as he told me to scoot back. I slowly scooted back, which gave him enough room to get back on the bed. He situated himself so that his arms would be mere inches away from my body. His breathing was easing back to its normal rate, but his eyes still had a wild look about them.

I started to feel scared again. How could I have just done that without at least giving chomping down on him a try? This is Voldemort! Am I actually, willing having sex with him? No. I would never do this if I had the option of no. My breathing became uneasy again as he started to kiss my neck near my right ear. I sighed softly as he started to give me another hickey. He nibbled on my earlobe again, "Wrap your legs around me."

I placed my hands against his slightly sweaty chest and stretched me legs for a second. I slowly wrapped my legs around his waist; he rubbed the tip of his erection against me, causing us to both sigh. He slowly slid his hard member into my wet entrance; once the majority of him was inside, Voldemort put the majority of his weight on his left hand while he pointed his right hand back at the stereo. He flicked his hand up, causing the volume to go up just at "My First Kiss" by 3oh!3 started to play. He then put his right hand back down, equaled out the ratio of his weight, and started to hump me. He was slow at first, getting small moans out of me, but he quickened his every other thrust until his pace matched that of the song. He grunted and tilted his head so that I'd be moaning almost directly into his left ear, but his lips were near my left ear, too. "She won't ever get enough, once she gets a little touch, if I had it my way, you know that I'd make you say—!"

I moaned perfectly on time with the lyric; if I weren't already preoccupied, I'd be laughing. I dug my nails into his back and couldn't help but to start bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts. His grunts grew louder at the same pace that my moans grew louder; my orgasm was building, and it was building fast. In fact, I came within the new few minutes. For thirty seconds, my body thrashed against his, I dug my nails deep into his back and the back of his neck, and I practically screamed instead of moaned. Voldemort slammed his dick into me several more times before he came, too. He collapsed on top of me, causing me to gasp from the sudden shock of his weight pressing down on my body. I slowly unwrapped my legs as we both panted for several minutes. He started to kiss my jaw, chin, and then lips as he pulled out of me.

He sat up on his knees, ran his hands from the back of his neck and through his hair, and looked me over and smirked. "Sit up."

I did so without question. I know what's coming for me, and as much as I want to fight it, how much I want to avoid it all, I know that my attempts would be fruitless. Not only is his mind already set, but he's stronger than me, and he wouldn't hesitate to put me under an unforgivable curse.

He smirked, drew in a deep breath, and said, "Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees."

Maybe it'd be better to be put under an unforgivable curse.

"What are you waiting for?" His impatient voice matched his facial expression.

"I was wondering how much I'd have to resist you until you'd just give up and put me under the Imperius Curse."

Voldemort laughed and stroked my face with his right hand. "First of all, if you were completely under my control, it'd take away all the fun in this."

I cringed.

He playfully slapped my face, but he had a small, sadistic smile on his face. "Second of all, I'd use the Cruciatus Curse on you,"

I cringed, again.

"But don't worry," a low, cold laugh, came from his chest, "I'd only use it on you until you learned your place." He touched the tip of my nose with his right index finger, "Servant." He then put his finger on his chest, "Master."

I looked at him for a few seconds longer, but when my eyes slowly started to produce tears, I got on my hands and knees. He grabbed his wand from the nightstand behind him, pointed it at my ass, and mumbled a spell. An odd sensation took place in my lower body for a second; I quickly realized that he used a cleansing spell. Then, he mumbled a different spell; "What'd you just do?" I asked while looking at him over my shoulder. He placed his wand back on the nightstand, turned back towards me, and started to caress my ass with his hands.

He smirked and said, "That last spell was a lubrication spell."

"Oh," I bit my bottom lip and turned my head so that I'd be looking down at my hands again.

"No," He spanked me, "turn your head, I want to see your face as I do this."

I shuddered, gulped, and did so.

He smirked as he caressed and squeezed my ass and inner thighs. He covered my backside with soft kisses before he slowly slid his middle finger into me. I whimpered; it felt odd in all the worst ways. He laughed at the sight of my scrunched up face, but waited a few minutes before saying, "Relax. It won't hurt as much if you relax."

I didn't bother questioning why he was trying to make this better for me; I just did my best to relax. I focused on the rate of my breathing instead of the feeling of his intruding finger. Eventually, he was able to slide in his index finger as well. I don't know if he could feel that I was in pain, or if he just felt like doing so, but he used his left hand to slowly rub my clit in circles. A soft moan left my lips as I focused on the movements of his left hand; before I knew it, he slid in a third finger. After a few minutes of that, he withdrew his hands, gently gripped my hips, and slowly started to push the head of his dick into me. I gasped and cringed; the feeling of his dick in my ass was not a pleasant one. It took a few minutes before he was all the way in, and several more minutes before the pain subsided. He was going slowly, but he started to quicken his pace when he felt my body relaxed. He brushed my hair off of my neck with his left hand, and then placed his left hand to the far left of my mid back, almost on my side. He gripped and caressed my right cheek with his right hand and grunted out, "How does it feel?"

I was almost dripping with sweat, "Wa—weird."

He smirked, "It'll feel good soon," he smiled devilishly at me and winked, "I promise."

For the time being, I focused on the song. I realized that we were thirty or so seconds into "I'm So Excited" by The Pointer Sisters. I instantly wanted to cry and puke; partly because I was remembering the first time he raped me, and partly because I remembered his demon-snake face. I quickly opened my eyes and looked at the new, young face he now has. His eyes were fixed on the sight of his dick sliding in and out of my ass, his thin lips were slightly open, allowing his grunts to fill the room, and his whole body had a thin layer of sweat covering it, especially his pale, handsome face. His brows were slightly scrunched, probably with focus, and his breathing was becoming faster. I was going to continue my examination of his body, but his thrusts started to feel good. My breathing was still fast, but that was no longer caused by pain. Every outward motion, and every thrust in felt good. Small moans started to come from me; he smirked and said,

"I told you."

I rolled my eyes and started to rock my hips back towards him. I almost laughed as the song faded to, "Give It to Me Baby" by Rick James, but Voldemort firmly gripped my hips with both his hands, slightly tilted his head up, and started to groan. My small moans turned into loud, pleasure filled ones as he quickened his pace. I don't know how much time passed before I orgasmed, but, as much as I hate to admit this, it felt great. He slammed his full length in and out of me until he violently orgasmed. He leaned over and kissed my back and neck. He slowly pulled out of me, preformed a cleansing spell, and used the back of his right hand to wipe the sweat off of his face. He told me to get off of the bed; unlike him, I needed a minute to get up, but he wasn't angry. Instead, he watched my tired, used form with a smirk. Once I was off, he picked up his wand and pointed it at the bed. He preformed a nonverbal spell so that the sheets would straighten out and become clean; we were messy. Then, he turned, turned the stereo off with his wand, and put it back on the nightstand.

Voldemort pulled the silk sheets down and got into bed. He gently slapped the area in front of him while making eye contact with me. I was much too tired to protest or put up any type of fight, so I just slowly climbed into bed beside him. I stretched my sweaty body for a minute before relaxing on the mattress. He slid his left arm underneath the pillow for extra support, and then wrapped his right arm possessively around me. I pretended that he was Draco, and nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck. He breathed in deeply and preformed another nonverbal spell, but this was one to turn off the lights. Sleep easily overcame me being how I was too tired to think, but I soon woke up from another Voldemort/demon-snake nightmare. I shook violently awake, so violently, that Voldemort woke up. He immediately turned the lights on and gripped my shoulders.

"What's wrong with you?" He would have shouted, but the clock behind him said it was three in the morning, so he's probably past tired.

"I…" I caught my breath and looked up into his eyes. I was relieved to see that he is still has his young appearance. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "I'm sleeping naked in the same bed as my rapist and just had another nightmare of the first time he raped me."

He was silent, not because he didn't know what to say, but because he didn't really care.

"So… nothing, nothing is wrong." I smirked and he laughed. I breathed in deeply a few times, told myself that this is Draco, and nuzzled my head back into the crook of his neck. He magically turned the lights off, once again, put his left arm under his pillow, and put his right arm possessively around me. I sighed and, once again, let sleep overcome me. When I woke up, it was nine in the morning; I woke up alone. I rubbed my eyes for a few seconds and sat up. There was a note, written in beautiful, perfect cursive, where Voldemort's body was, it read: "I already picked your outfit for the day, – it's on the counter in the bathroom – and I want you to wear make-up; I like that pink gloss you usually wear. And take a shower, we reeked of sex this morning."

I laughed, did he really think that I was going to go anywhere reeking of his sex? Psh. He shouldn't flatter himself so much. I rolled my eyes, crumpled up the note, and tossed it into the trashcan across the room. I silently congratulated myself for making it in the first try and slowly got out of bed. The second my feet touched the floor, the stereo system turned on. It started to play "Miss California" by Jack's Mannequin; at first, I couldn't figure out why he'd have this song play, but then I heard, "…you'll be kissed by only me…" and instantly understood.

I knew my ass would hurt in the morning, but I didn't know it would hurt this much. It wasn't like a stabbing pain, or anything, but it was very uncomfortable to walk. I was already planning on taking a long shower, but now I had too. I washed my hair and body twice before I turned the shower off, got out, and dried off. By the time I was out, "The Drop Out – The So Unknown" by Jack's Mannequin was playing.

I didn't pay much attention to it until I heard a few key phrases, "I will give you this confession, I am taking you with me…. And your eyes were lined with questions…. Take this feeling with us to our graves…" I gulped and ignored all the things he could have meant by planning this song. I've always liked this song, I'll be damned if he took this away from me, too.

I did my usual curly hair routine, dried it, and then hung up my towel to dry. I looked over at the counter and sighed; on the top of the pile was a Gryffindor red thong. He must have transfigured all of my purposely chosen granny–panties into thongs. I slowly slid it on, put on the matching, red and lacy bra, and then slipped the Gryffindor red, short sleeve shirt on. I slowly wiggled into my dark blue, almost black, distressed, skinny jeans. The same pair that Draco said made my "arse" look great. I then saw that he had laid out my black and white, plaid, long sleeve, baggy shirt. It was baggy in the sense of length, not in the sense of how it fits me. I slid it on and cuffed the sleeves so that they were a third of the way higher up on my arms. I proceeded to find the thin strip of fabric on the end of the sleeves and buttoned them so that they wouldn't fall while I was doing something.

I sat down at the desk that a house elf placed all my make up. I transfigured the painting on the wall to a large mirror and took my time applying my makeup. I lined my lips with my light pink pencil, and then applied a thin layer of pink lip-gloss on. I decided to go with my brownish–green eyeliner, but I only put it on my bottom lids. I didn't really want to put on any eye–shadow, but I didn't want to upset Voldemort, so I put on some dark brown eye shadow at the corner of my lids, and put a medium brown from the beginning of my eye, to half way into the dark brown. I gently smudged the two colors together until I got my desired look, then I mumbled my usual non-smear, waterproof spell on my make-up. I quickly put a butterfly clip – the style, and the physical design is a butterfly – in my hair. I put my hair a bit up and securely placed the clip just above the base of my head. I checked my hair in the mirror; it resembles a loose ponytail.

I got up, put all my things back, tucked in the chair, and magically turned off the stereo. I slipped on my red flats and slowly walked down stairs, using the railing the whole time. I quietly walked into the dinning room, hoping that no one would notice me. Surprise, surprise, Voldemort almost immediately saw me. He smirked devilishly, took a sip of water from his cup, and said, "You look nice."

An obviously fake smile crept onto my face, "Thanks." He walked over to me, wrapped his free arm, his left arm, around my waist, and walked us back over to Mr. Parkinson. For a second, I ogled at him; he smells good, he's wearing black slacks and a blue, button down shirt, and I can't help but to notice that he has the stance of an alpha male every where he goes.

I considered puking when I registered my train of thought. Who in their right mind checks out their rapist?

I pushed all those thoughts out of my head and listened to them as they continued to talk about all the arrangements that were planned for the day. Right before Mr. Parkinson answered Voldemort's question, I looked up at the handsome devil in disguise and said,

"I'm hungry."

"What?" He looked down at me.

I gulped, "I'm hungry, my Lord."

"Oh…" He snapped his fingers a few times so that a house elf would appear. He told it that I'm hungry, and within two minutes it came back with a medium sized bowl of fruit. I smiled at the creature and gently took the bowl from its hands. I listened to all the things Voldemort and Mr. Parkinson said; the only sounds that were coming from me was the quiet pattern of my breathing, and the gentle rhythm of my chewing. A few minutes after Mr. Parkinson walked out of the room to go retrieve some papers, Pansy and Draco walked into the room. He was fully clothed, but she was still checking him out.

Not that I'm jealous. They're pretty good friends; they hang out a lot during the school year. But really, his eyes are on his face, not everywhere else.

Stop that, I'm not jealous. Okay?

Pansy and I accidentally made eye contact when I removed my eyes from Draco, and she removed her eyes from Voldemort. I didn't really care, but then she glared at me. Just as Mr. Parkinson entered the room and started to walk back to Voldemort, Voldemort looked at Pansy and said, "Say that out loud."

"Wha–What?"

His annoyed facial expression matched his tone of voice. Mr. Parkinson instantly looked over at Pansy with concern.

Voldemort sighed from irritation, "What you just thought. Say it out loud."

Mr. Parkinson looked at her and said, "Say it."

Pansy gulped, breathed in deeply, and said, "Why is that slut still here?" She gulped again, "And what was the purpose of that stupid song last night? How'd it go…Give it to me baby…I'll make you hot like you had enough?"

She gulped as Voldemort's eyes narrowed. She opened her mouth to continue, but then I said, "Oh that's enough."

Everyone's eyes immediately looked over at me.

"First of all, only he," I pointed to Voldemort, "may call me a slut, and that's only because it'd be fruitless for me to argue over it."

She was about to say something, but I kept talking.

"And the purpose of that song was…" I thought for a moment. I squeezed my hands into fake hand puppets. I moved the left one first, "You know, I'd really like to keep my anal virginity." Then I moved the right one. "Yeah? That's too bad." I smacked them together and said, "BOOM. BOOM. BOOM." I looked back up at her. "Anything else?"

Draco bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing.

Pansy gulped with wide eyes, "Na–No."

There was a moment of awkward silence before Voldemort looked at her again, "No, your thoughts aren't as secure as you assumed."

She looked at him with a fearful expression.

I snapped my fingers so that she'd look back at me. "Keep yo nose out my business. I may let everything slide with Voldemort over here, but trust me, I'll jump at the chance to fuck you up."

She took a step back.

"Yeah," I did a shooing motion, "get out."

She sneered at me as she turned around.

"Oooohh girl! Don't you even look at me wrong; I guarantee that I'll fuck yo shit up if you do anythang like that, again."

Pansy immediately rushed out of the room with Draco close behind her. I looked up at Mr. Parkinson and said, "I'm sorry for disrespecting you like that, sir."

Voldemort laughed loud and hard. He squeezed me to his side and looked at Mr. Parkinson, "Aren't Gryffindors fun? First they're feisty, and then they're polite."

Mr. Parkinson laughed and added, "I remember that during my Hogwarts days, Gryffindors were always up for a fight. I see things haven't changed that much when it comes to the personality of the houses."

I shrugged my shoulders, but didn't say anything. There was a moment of silence before Voldemort breathed in deeply and looked at the papers Mr. Parkinson brought it. I didn't bother to look at them, or give them any real thought. Why was Voldemort being so nice to me? Why was he letting me act in such ways?

None of this can be good.

He raped me, obviously that's bad.

He tortured my father both physically and mentally. Again, obviously bad.

He made me come here; I don't even need to comment on that.

He was kind of, sort of gentle with me last night. Where in Hell did that come from?

Why did I enjoy his touches? RAAAHSHEEEGAABDALKFJAAA! I'm going to just forget this one. Don't ever bring it up. Ever.

And… did he just try to defend me by striking fear into Pansy? I don't even know how to begin thinking about that.

I don't like this; I don't like any of this. What I understand, I don't like. What I don't understand, I like even less.

A/N: I put a lot of time into this chapter, so please review.