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Chapter: 9

"Draco come here, I won't bite." Voldemort said with a grin as he crossed his legs and looked at me with surprising patience. I tried to make myself move to sit across him but I couldn't, the fear kept me from moving at all. "Hmm Draco since you're so against sitting and want to stand there like a statue, why don't you get me a glass of fire whiskey." He ordered quietly as he turned to look at the fire. Taking a deep breath I slowly made my way over to the liquor cabinet and got a glass and tried to collect myself and calm down. "You know this fire is like people in away. They have passions and they burn in many ways." Voldemort quietly said as I poured his drink, taking another deep breath picked up the glass and headed over to him and held it out for him.

He nodded as he took the drink, "Now sit down." He ordered as I nodded and forced myself to sit across from him. "Do you like fire Draco?" he asked quietly as he swirled his drink in the glass. I nodded as I kept my gaze on the floor, "Draco I'm up here and my future partner should be able to look me in the eyes." He said as he leaned forward and slipped his hand under my chin and tilted my head up, "Look at me dragon. Let me see those beautiful eyes I've heard about." He whispered as used his thumb to stroke my cheek. Slowly and painfully I brought my eyes up to meet his dark eyes, our eyes stayed connected for a long time and I couldn't help but think about another set of eyes I'd rather see.

"Now that's more like it. Your eyes are beautiful Dragon, I could cut them out and make jewels out of them." He said as he brought his hand up to run his thumb over my eye. I couldn't stop a shiver of fear from running threw me as I felt his cold hands touch me. A dark sounding chuckle came from him as he let me go and set back in his chair and just stared at me. "Oh you will be a treasure to have, a treasure I get to have over and over again." He smirked at me before downing his drink and sitting the glass beside him and standing up. He glided over to me and grabbed my hand, which sat in my lap and jerked me up into him embrace as he buried his face into my neck. I stood, frozen in his grasp, not even daring to take a breath as he nuzzled my neck. "You smell delicious Dragon, I can't wait to have you, to devour you." He moaned out as he licked my neck causing my stomach to churn in disgust.

Suddenly I was thrown backwards against the wall and a gasp was forced out of mouth as Voldemort pressed himself fully against me, making me feel ever part of his body. His robe had fallen open a bit to reveal his shoulder as it slide down his arm, a symbol was carved into his right shoulder. It was glittery and kept fading from existence, like it wasn't supposed to be known. It was a circle with a tear in the middle that seemed to have claws coming out of it. Suddenly my head was jerked back as a moan of pain escaped my lips as Voldemort yanked me back by my hair and devoured my mouth and shoved his slimly tongue down my throat.

My stomach turned in disgust as I forced myself not to get sick as I tasted death. He was creature of death and it was burned into every part of him. When I thought I could take no more the room suddenly spun as I was thrown to the ground, gasping I looked up to see Voldemort staring down at me with searing anger, "You are obviously do not enjoy my attentions! Do you not want this? Well to bad cause you are mine! When the next full moon arises you will be mine! I cannot hold my hunger for your body for long and soon you will be under me as I make you mine! You will bare my children and you will pleasure me and obey my every order or the rest of your life shall be pure hell. Do I make myself clear?" he said seething as he turned and stormed out of the room, leaving me shaking in pure terror and hopelessness as I wept into the hard floor, feeling more alone than ever.

-Save Me-

'Monday could not have come any slower.' I thought gloomily as I sat in the far corner of the library, hiding from the world. The weekend had been hell for me, after Voldemort had left, my father came storming in, angrier than ever and only got even more anger when he saw I has been crying. He believed "proper" punishment was in order, so I spent the rest of the weekend in the dungeon being tortured till he was happy and truth be told the only reason I'm not there now is because it was be suspicious and bring up questions if I did not return to school on Monday as planned.

Sighing I continued to read Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven, I have always loved his work. From the Raven to the Tale Tell Heart to Black Cat, he has always managed to catch my attention. For a muggle I always thought that he had a kinda of odd insight on things and was creative if not a bit insane but I guess that's what makes his work one of a kind.

Slowly I closed the book and shifted painfully as my back gave a painfully tinge, father had been favoring the bull wipe this time and left my back in shatters. I think he wanted me to remember the "lesson" he was trying to teach me but after all his shouting as he wiped me, all I could hear was the loud snap of the wipe as it sliced into my back.

"Hello Draco." Came a quiet voice, snapping me out of my musings as I looked up to see Professor Black, leaning against the book shelf. Jumping up and nearly falling over in pain, I tried to make it look like it was nothing but a miss place step but just looking at her; I could tell she wasn't fooled. "Come with me Draco, we need to talk." She said simply as she turned away and began slowly walking away. Looking after her back, I suddenly felt a strong sense of angry," and what if I don't want to Professor? You may not have realized but class has not started and you're not the head of my house so you have no control over me." I snapped angry as she stopped and turned to look at me with a smirk. "Well ok then. I guess you want to go the rest of the day dealing with the pain in your back, I mean I'm sure your friends won't notice but what of the chance that they might? Oh you'd have to come up with a good story but what if you can't? And the truth leaks out and they find out what's gonna be happening soon. What will you do then Draco?" she said strongly as she looked at me, daring me to take from her unspoken challenge.

So she did know. She's a death eater as well and probably was sent here by Voldemort to watch over me to make sure I stay out of trouble and stay pure. Sighing in defeat I quietly walked up to her and waited for her to lead the way. We walked in silence till we got to her classroom which was empty except for a black cat with a white chin. "Sit on the stool in front of my desk Draco." She ordered as she began looking through some cabinets for something.

I quietly sat down on the stool and stared at the floor in defeat. 'If she knows, how many others know? Do the death eater children know? Oh god what do I do?' I thought in despair as the cat came over and sat beside me and looked at me with its big green eyes. I looked over at it, cautiously I reached out slowly and ran my over its soft head as it began to purr and rub its face against my hand wanting more. "That's Speck "said Professor Black as she came over to us with a bottle and stared fondly down at the cat. "He's a loveable little guy. Knows a good person when he sees one, found him, well more like he found me two years ago in the middle of a huge storm." She said she leaned back against her desk and handed me a bottle. "This will ease the pain and begin healing the wounds and by the end of the day it should look as if it never happened." She said as she gave me a small smile. Carefully I took the bottle and took a small sip, it tasted fruity. Like a rare and undiscovered fruit and almost immediately the pain began to ease a little. "Oh and by the way, since I know your thinking it. I'm not a death eater, no where even close to one." She stated as she looked at me with all knowing eyes.

Her eyes were different than any eyes I've ever seen, they swirled with knowledge and color and emotion yet they didn't. They were a mixture of blue, grey and green and they seemed to be able to look into your mind, heart and soul but they didn't make you feel intimidated. They made you feel safe, as if only she could see and that you could trust her not to tell anyone your secrets.

"Then what are you?" I asked quietly. "I'm a rebellion. Voldemort killed my family long ago, well his followers did." She said as she looked out the window sadly. Looking at her in wonder I had to ask, "Are we related?" She looked at me and smiled a bit before giving me a light punch in the arm, "Yes and no, in several different ways. You see I am a Black from my father's side, he was part of the outer family, the outcast family and my mother was your mother's cousin." She explained simply. "Wait so your related to me threw Narcissa?" I asked kinda disappointed. 'That means were only related through the blood bond.' I thought sadly. "Hmm Narcissa and Severus." She said as if it was the simplest thing in the world as I looked at her in surprise.

Before I could ask something else chimes were heard threw the school, signaling that it was time for class, "We'll finish this later ok? And don't worry things have only begun." She said as she ruffled my hair and danced away, leaving me to glare at her back angrily as I fixed my hair and went to sit in my seat and wait for class to start.

Ok there is Chapter 9, not the greatest in my opinion. Chapter 10 will be coming around soon hopefully within the next couple days. Thank you for reading and once again special thanks to my reviewers. You guys help keep my going on updating by letting me know people are actually enjoying this story. Thanks for reading