Author's note: I have never been to the Key Club and have never seen the interior I just needed a club in London to use. So forgive me if it's nothing like I've said. Please enjoy!

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"Forgive me, adored one! - forsake if thou wilt;"

Long ivory fingers, pressed firmly together, were laid on Voldemort's thin lips in thought as his crimson eyes drank in the scene in his study. The object of his anger, Draco Malfoy, was pressed firmly in a corner wide eyed awaiting his punishment that was inevitable to come once his sniveling father and his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle senior, ended their rants, "My Lord she is a filthy mudblood!" Lucius was almost wailing, "it goes against everything that we've been fighting for!"

Crabbe and Goyle apparently were there only for support but Voldemort didn't blame them, They can't perform a single coherent thought. Matter of fact, neither can their sons, he pressed the tips of his long fingers harder to his lips in deeper thought, hmm, to think of it. The Crabbe and Goyle legacy seem to be attracted to the Malfoys. I believe that the boy's grandfathers followed Abraxas around like two lost puppies. What an odd epiphany!

"My Lord?" Lucius had finished his rant over Hermione and was now expecting an answer; unfortunately, Voldemort zoned out the high pitched cries of his follower at My…

"Yes, Lucius? Were you saying something important?" Dumbly Lucius ignored the dismissive tone in Voldemort's tone; however, the two large men next to him looked around hesitantly, clearly frightened of igniting their lord's rage.

"My Lord! That pathetic creature you are dating is a foul good for nothing MUDBLOOD!" Lucius lit the match with those words and with his next words cast it onto the embers, "My lord I would have thought with your power you would not have to bow to the power of another," Lucius's eyes narrowed and their ice grey pallor glinted with mischief.

Suddenly the whole room seemed to be sucked dry of oxygen as Voldemort's glowing eyes settled on those beady orbs in Lucius's head. The glint of mischief disappeared and was replaced with sudden realization of his stupidity. Voldemort never raised his voice, "do you forget who you are addressing, Lucius? Do you forget so easily what The Magic of Olde can do."

The words were spoken softly almost caressingly but the caress was that of scales circling their pray, "N-N-No m-my lord, I-I j-just…"

"You just what, Lucius?" Voldemort straightened to his full height in the chair and lowered his hands, now each finger's tip was pressed to it's opposite in a strange shape, "allowed your stupidity to finally take over?" Lucius paled and his shaking became visible as he held the powerful gaze of lord Voldemort, "Lucius, seeing as you wish to test my power I believe a small demonstration is in order."

Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco were pressed against the stone wall watching as Voldemort stood, finally pulling his hands apart and drawing a slender wand from his robes. Power seemed to flood off the man in waves that pulsed over Draco making his hair stand on end, he reminds me of a King Cobra with his hood fully flared and awaiting to strike. To Draco's confusion Voldemort laid the wand on the table right in front of Lucius watching the man in a blatant challenge, "kill me Lucius. Isn't that what you want? To be the one in power. Kill me and you can be."

The words rang through Lucius's head, kill me…one in power. Without another thought Lucius lunged for the wand but before he could reach the alluring hilt he was doubled over on the floor screaming in pure agony. The harsh sound tearing at the occupant's ear drums, but no one dared to move as Voldemort walked around the desk and knelt next to the elder Malfoy, "can't reach it, Lucius? No, I suspect not. Do you think that my powers are limited to my precious wand, Lucius? And what ever gave you the slightest idea that I would let you touch my wand?" albino fingers wrapped around the slender weapon and placed it firmly back into his robes before he drew back to his full height, "today you'll live, Lucius, but if you ever dare to question or challenge my power again. I'll dispose of you myself," the 's' was drawn out in a long hiss as Voldemort slid back into his chair and lifted the wandless, non-verbal spell, "LEAVE!" This time his voice boomed throughout the room making the three scatter out of the door in fright. Draco went to follow but was stalled, "not you," it was sneered in disgust.

"M'lord, how have I displeased you?" Draco fell to one knee and looked up at the King Cobra in fear.

"How have you displeased me!" He rose and leaned over the desk burning with rage, "might you have know, Draco, that Hermione is slightly afraid of heights?"

Draco was startled, "what?" And confused.

"Did I stutter?" His voice dropped all octaves until it was an eerie whisper that caused Draco to shake.

"N-no, m'lord, you didn't," Draco was shaking his head back and forth slowly, "I was just a little taken aback that is all. I did not think you cared."

Voldemort watched the spark of curiosity in Draco's cool gaze and wanted nothing more than to deny that he had any inkling of care for his mudblood but the images of the night before continued to flash through his mind starting from her being the adorable, such a degrading word for a Dark Lord, curios scholar to that ferocious lioness that stood away from the edge of the tower frightened, "she's getting under my skin, but that is not the point of discussion, Draco. Did you?"

His eyebrows flew to his hair line, "Uh…Yes, I knew. I didn't know that you would disagree so heartily," Draco was slowly rising from his knee.

Arrogance runs in the family apparently! Just because I show interest in the woman who is to be my wife they think they can replace me! Why do I have to be surrounded by such idiocy?! In a flurry of robes Voldemort was around the desk and holding Draco off the ground with both hands by the collar of his shirt. Draco's light grey eyes were level with Voldemort's crimson orbs; his feet dangled a foot from the ground, "shall I give you a larger demonstration, Draco! Do you wish to be as stupid as your father in the belief that you think because I show interest in the girl that I have become weak? I can easily dispose of you and your father, Draco! Finding a new second in command will be irritating but not impossible!"

Draco was petrified and speechless. He had never in his life seen his lord in such a state of uncontrolled rage and it frightened Draco down to the core of his soul, "I would never, m'lord. Never! I am your most loyal follower! I am just curious how she can become such an interest to you. Curiosity has caused me to forget your anger and I wish not to unleash your power on my own person. Please forgive me," Draco was a little winded from the grasp on his collar.

Voldemort relaxed slightly allowing the tips of Draco's shoes to touch the hard stone of the floor but not releasing. His eyes still swirled crimson, "Very well Draco, but you shall receive the punishment for what you've done."

Voldemort released his grip suddenly and Draco hit the ground jarring his legs and sending a sharp pain through his ankle, "yes, m'lord. I shall never do such a thing again," Draco stood straight awaiting the chosen punishment.

Voldemort turned his back on him and walked over to the window. The ocean below was crashing against the cliffs bottom and the sun was high in the sky, noon. In the distance black clouds were being lit up with purple and white flashes. Draco's blood curling scream echoed throughout the castle as he began to convulse on the emerald carpet; Voldemort continued to watch the distance unbothered by the sound but an unnerving feeling ran down his spine, never the less, and he couldn't help thinking, a storm is brewing and I believe, that one, isn't the only one.

Dust covered the empty desk. Two boys stood in the room alone. One with fiery hair leaned heavily on one of the four posters of a neatly kept bed with a book on the pillow. Slowly the boy reached out with a shaking hand and stroked the silk pillow until his hand came to rest on the hard cover of the book. It was untouched and as dusty as the desk in the corner. A shorter boy with a scar was standing in front of the curtained window holding a picture in his hands. The frame was gold and made of unicorns and phoenixes weaving together. The picture was of a beautiful red head girl and a raven haired boy laughing as they threw snowballs at one another and raced around the yard. The boy gave up trying to hit his smaller target and began chasing her. With longer legs he caught her in no time and they rolled around on the ground laughing together before they stopped and shared a kiss. The boy's knuckles turned white and the glass inside the frame cracked with the presser of his grip. A single tear dropped onto the glass and slid into the small little cracks.

The red headed boy spoke first, "Fred, told me that Kingsley was talking to dad and Dumbledore. He found out that they were going to a muggle club tonight, called the Key Club near Kings Cross."

Hermione threw shirt after shirt over her shoulder at Ginny, who tried to pair something together that the Gryffindor would like, "why are you going insane over clothing? You've never cared before, especially going to a club," the red heads voice was muffled by two shirts now draped over her head.

"I don't, Ginny," she moved around the girl to the other side of the closet, "….wrong color green!" She threw the lime shirt to the ground in frustration.

Ginny was looking at a sky blue shirt when her head shot up to look at Hermione, "green? You've never worn that color green!"

Hermione turned her face to the racks of clothes so Ginny couldn't see the flush on her cheeks, "um…well I want a change," Hermione hurried away but Ginny wasn't easily thrown off the trail and hurried after her best friend knowing full well what was going on.

"Change?" Her eyes narrowed in an uncanny delight, "like 'I was snogging the Dark Lord on the top of the Eiffel Tower' kind of change?"

Hermione spun around her cheeks cherry red as she gawked at her best friend who was leaning against one of the walls in the closet, "how did….but….you were….I'm mean…."

"I know you're terrified of heights so I wanted to check on you. While Draco was getting me a rose from one of the florist guy I doubled back quickly to check on you," Ginny giggled, "you seemed what's the word…..occupied," she was smiling broadly at Hermione's small smile.

"Yea, about that. Um…well I was thinking…he's not so bad," Hermione gave Ginny a sheepish smile.

The red head just smiled back, "same with Draco," both girls stood in a comfortable silence of understanding. The men were slowly finding the path to the young girls' hearts and the girls new it. Suddenly a mischievous glint came into Ginny's eyes and Hermione raised an eyebrow in caution, "let's make a Dark Lord speechless!"

Voldemort stood outside the cabin door with Draco dressed in a long sleeved Oxford white shirt tucked into his trousers that had a thin black belt tightened around his waist. Over the top of the shirt was a very black blazer with a silver snake climbing up its right side. Shiny black shoes adorned his feet and completed the ensemble. Draco stood to his left with a navy polo with a sporty looking white jacket that had the Aquascutum insignia above his heart. Dark washed jeans hung a little limp on his hips and on his feet were navy porsche design trainers. The two men were richly dressed. Voldemort reached up and sharply knocked on the door before shoving a hand into his pocket in slight irritation. Stupid muggle clothes!

Draco was watching Voldemort shift irritably under the muggle clothes and had to stifle a laugh. Shaking his head slightly Draco turned his thoughts inward. He was winning Ginny over. It was slow progress but he enjoyed showing her the side that no one got to see. He was constantly keeping up the rough 'I'll kill You Brutally' attitude because his lord's Death Eaters were to dumb to understand the courtly 'Don't mess with me' attitude, which to Draco was far more proficient. The moron's didn't even realize that that is how the Dark Lord scares his victims to death. He never says a word usually and just dominates the air around them. Draco inwardly grinned then turned his thoughts back to his red head, my read head. When did I start calling her that? Draco couldn't help but to grin as he thought of Ginny. At the top of the Eiffel Tower he bought her a rose and when he came back he found her leaning against the railing watching the stars and lights. She was so beautiful in that one moment that it swept his breath away. He had never stopped and just looked at her before. Usually it was just a fleeting glance if not anything at all. He strolled over to her then wrapped his arms around her small waist sweeping the rose back and forth under her nose, "enjoying the view," he could still feel the tension in her body of being held by another man.

Slowly she turned to him and smiled gently, "very much, Thank you, Draco."

Shaking his head he brought the rose up and broke it a little way down the stem making her gasp in shock but before she could protest he slipped the beautiful flower behind her left ear cutting her off, "you look very beautiful tonight, Ginny."

Blushing she turned with a gasp back to the city and a muffled 'thank you' before trying to move out of his grasp but only succeeded in pressing herself into the railing. It was another man holding her and she felt guilty for liking it. She should be miserable!

Draco felt her withdrawal and quickly pressed himself against her gently and wrapped his arms around her again. This time giving her a little more room to feel comfortable with the idea. He didn't say a word. He just held her.

She bit her lower lip, a habit it seemed all Gryffindor's were partial to in times of confusion, not knowing what to do about the strong arms resting gently on her abdomen and the solid wall of muscle pressed to her back. He didn't feel like Harry yet he felt good. He was so quiet and understanding in this moment and made Ginny feel even guiltier. She had been rude and distant with each of there dates and she knew it was unfair to him. Slowly she relaxed in his arms and laid her head back against his chest.

Smiling Draco tightened his hold and rubbed his chin over her silky hair before lying his cheek against the satin strands.

Draco slowly came out of his memory to find his lord and Anne staring at him oddly, making him blush. Voldemort's non-existent eyebrow lifted as the boy returned back to the living, "decide to join us again."

Draco cleared his throat, "I was distracted, sorry m'lord," he shifted on his feet.

"I don't think distracted is the word, your forgiven, Draco," Voldemort followed a giggling Anne inside.

"The girls should be out any minute now. They've been in that room getting ready for…" Anne walked into the kitchen.

"Forever!" It was Bellatrix's snarl that finished Anne's sentence making the woman sigh.

"Pretty much, so please make yourself comfortable," she strolled over to oven, "by the way you two look very dashing."

Voldemort wasn't in the least shocked. He had become oddly attached and laid back to the elder Granger's attitude, "thank you, Mrs. Gr…"

"Anne, Voldemort, call me Anne, or if you would like you can call me mom. You're going to be my son-in-law," she smiled at him over her shoulder then went back to her cooking.

Voldemort had never been interrupted when he was speaking but she had and it didn't bother him in the least, "Anne, Thank you," he slipped out of the kitchen to the living room where Narcissa and Molly were talking about their daughter and son.

Narcissa stopped and turned to him, "good evening, m'lord," laughter was in her voice. Something he rarely heard amongst his Death Eaters.

"Evening, Naricssa," he crossed his arms in a leisure fashion, "how has your sister been behaving?"

"M'lord, I have been excellent!" Bellatrix strolled into the room as she purred to him, "the perfect obedient girl," she was grinning at him suggestively.

His eyebrow shot up, "have you now?" He ignored the tone as he watched her when he noticed that the glass door behind her was slightly cracked, "no violence," his crimson eyes were back on her.

"Of course not m'lord," she purred the words to him as she swooned closer to him, "unless you wish it," it was a blatant seduction.

Voldemort was so used to encouraging the female that he didn't bother to think about it, "that's my Bella."

"I could have sworn she was Rodolphus'."

Voldemort's head shot up to the hallway door where Hermione was standing. His breath was once again sucked from his lungs as he took in her appearance and in that moment he decided, I think I'm starting to love muggle clothing. His eyes raked over the not so obvious upset woman before him. She had on half-inch high heels on with form fitting light washed jeans that hugged her small waist and cut off there. Her tanned stomach was visible in the small gap between her shirt and blue jeans. The shirt was emerald green and formed a V at the bottom reminding him of a bandana. The V of the bottom seemed to have been removed from the top where the neck cut down and revealed her cleavage. He swallowed thickly as his eyes traveled over her collar bones, and up her slender neck that had a silver chocker wrapped around the middle. Her hair was straight and smooth and dangling silver earrings of Celtic designs hung from the lobe of her ears. Dumbfounded his stare finally met hers and the reaction died as he found no emotion in there hazel depths. She was upset that he had called Bellatrix his. The thought made him grin, "she is in the sense you speak, ma lionne. But, when I say my to her it refers to the mark on her left arm. That is the only way she belongs to me," she strolled over to her and lifted her chin to look up at him her eyes burning, "you look breath taking!" He bent down and kissed the corner of her lips banishing the fire from her eyes.

Bellatrix's gasp was audible along with everyone else's in the room but that was the only one that made Hermione smug, "Good," she smiled at him, "we should get going."

He laced his fingers with hers then turned and bowed to the occupants and nodded toward the door while looking at Draco, "you can follow us, but I'm sure, Mrs. Weasley will know the way."

"Of course, m'lord," Draco was grinning at him as he wrapped an arm around Ginny's waist, "are you ready?"

She nodded then followed him out. Voldemort guided Hermione to the car and helped her in. Once they were on there way Hermione looked over at him and smiled. He was hers. No one elses. She shouldn't be happy about that thought and she knew she should be angry with herself for thinking it but she couldn't. She enjoyed his company and ways to much, "our next date is just us. No, Draco and Ginny," at the feeling of her warm cheeks she looked back out the window.

He glanced over at her barely catching the blush creep into her face, "yes, I have something planned actually. I'll tell you tomorrow when I come over," he was grinning.

She looked at him quickly, "What?"

He didn't say another word until they were in the parking area of the club. A long line was winding through the cars making him slightly irritable, "we have to stand in that line!"

Hermione looked over at him and smiled, "No. Wizards and Witches have their way of getting in."

They parked and waited on Ginny and Draco before heading toward the building. Ginny and Hermione walked in front of the two men. Once they had talked with the bouncer they walked in and were immediately swamped by people. Men brushed up against Hermione making Voldemort crowd her with his own presence. No one dared to touch him or the young woman he stayed so close to. Draco had Ginny wrapped up in his arms. Slowly they made their way to a booth were both males secure them on the inside near the walls where the mass of people couldn't touch them. Ginny rolled her eyes and looked out at the dancers. Immediately she gasped then turned to Draco and Voldemort, "can you get us drinks, they don't have waiters."

"I'm not…Ou!" Hermione glared at the red head who just kicked her, "what's wrong with you!" Hermione began to rub her shin in irritation.

Voldemort and Draco looked at Ginny curiously and she began to play with her napkin, "nothing, just thirsty that's all," she snapped.

Hermione looked up immediately then out at the sea of people and spotted the two people that should be far, far away from them, "we should go."

Voldemort and Draco glared at Hermione irritated that they were left out and caught where she was looking. Immediately they followed her gaze. Voldemort shot out of his seat with a growl of rage, "Potter!"