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Chapter 11

Voldemort looked at the project and felt a rush of joy.

This was going exactly like he had planned. Now all he had to do was giving the clone life, but he had to wait till the right opportunity.

And that would perhaps take some time.

He dismissed Severus and sank back in the armchair in his study. It was quite a small room, but behind the big painting of Salazar Slytherin was his library. And it was huge.

He had collected books during his entire life and now he had a library that was bigger then the one at Hogwarts.

He did have some books in other places, like the sitting-room, the study and in the bedroom, but not the books he valued the most.

He rose from his chair behind the desk and went to his bedroom. He had put Ginevra there before Severus got back. He didn't want his little pet to find out what he was up to.

When he got there she was staring at his books.

"Why do you have so many books about romance?"
"Don't you find me romantic?" he purred and stepped up behind her.

"No."

"What do you find romantic?"

"To be with someone I love."

He turned her around and put his arms on her shoulders. "You are hurting my feelings, doll."

"Good," she responded, and then she made some strange sound that seemed to come from her stomach.

"What was that?" he asked.

"I'm hungry."

"Hungry?"

"Yeah, I got to eat sometime or I'll die."

Voldemort could kick himself. Of course the girl ate, just because he never did… well, he had to give her something, and it wouldn't be nice if she starved to dead.

"What do you like to eat?" he asked.

"Er… I don't know, right now I could eat anything, I haven't eaten in the last two days."
Voldemort frowned. He had underestimated the girl. A normal person would have begged for food. To her it seemed like she didn't care.

"What would happen if I starved you to death?" he asked.

"I guess I wouldn't leave a pretty corpse…"

"Don't you care if you live or die?"

"Not when I live with you."

He had to do something about that. The girl was hiding from her feelings, and a person without feelings was harder to control.

But then, he was sure she had feelings, she was just ignoring them.

"Well, Ginevra, what would you like to eat?"

"Pasta, perhaps."

"I will see to it… wait in the sitting-room, will you?"

She sighed. "Why not…"
He left her and found a house-elf. The poor creature was trembling when he took the order and a couple of minutes later the elf returned with a plate of food that would be enough for two people.

Voldemort returned to his chambers. He was too paranoid to let a house-elf be in his rooms. He cleaned it himself and used the elves to clean the other rooms in the building. He had a lot of Death Eaters staying in the mansion, but his quarters were far from the others. He liked to be alone or alone with Ginevra.

Anyway, he re-entered the sitting-room and placed the plate in front of the girl who looked quite suspicious.

"I haven't poisoned it," he smirked. "I've already told you I prefer you alive."
She growled and began to eat.

"I hope this is water," she muttered and took a sip from the glass.

"Yes… but if you prefer something stronger…"
"No."

"Ah, well, maybe another time."

"Yes, when I really want to ignore you."
"So you do have some feelings for me?"

"No, you're like a… parasite, ugly and annoying."
"You don't find me ugly."

"Your soul is ugly… or whatever you've got instead of a soul."
Voldemort laughed. She always made him laugh. "For a minute I thought you found my looks ugly."

"No… just annoying."
"Annoying because you want to fuck me but your mind says that's wrong?"

"No, just annoying."

"Why?"

"Because I hate you," she said in an easy voice.

"I see…"

She continued to eat her dinner. Slowly.

He sighed. Patience had never been his strongest side.

She ignored him and in about fifteen minuets she pushed the plate away and drank another glass of water.

He studied her. She was perfect. The way her hair fell on her shoulders. The full lips and the big brown eyes, so hard and strong. He wanted to know what they looked like in the heat of passion.

He lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom.

"Do you get turned on by watching someone eat?" she asked.

"No, just you," he smiled. "One day I will have the pleasure of seeing you with my cock down your throat."

"I'll bite you."
"That's why I don't make you do it now," he said matter-of-factly.

He put her down in his bed and looked at her for a minute.

"What?" she asked bored.

"Maybe I would make you stay here forever… never leaving the bed," he smiled cruelly.

She sneered. "Then this would not be so nice to be in."

He frowned. "Why is that?"

"Well, like I need to eat, I also need to use the bathroom a couple of times every day."

"Oh…" once again she had made him speechless.

He didn't like it so he sat down at the bed and got rid of her dress.

"Much better, don't you think?"

"It's quite cold," she said indifferent.

"Well, then I will have to warm you up, don't I?"

He started to caress her breasts, but she just sighed and put her hands behind her head.

He didn't like the bored look in her eyes.

His hands travelled lower and he started to stroke her vagina.

Nothing happened.

She didn't get wet. She didn't start to moan. She just sighed.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked frustrated.

She studied her nails. "I'm just not horny."
"You are a teenager, just looking at me should get you horny."

"Sorry… I don't know either, I just don't feel like it. I'm actually feeling a bit nauseous."

He groaned. Not that he couldn't control himself, he wasn't that aroused yet. It was just the fact that she wasn't that made him bitter.

"Fine," he sighed and got up and got rid of his clothes. "It's late anyway."

She sat up. "Are you going to sleep?"

"Yes, why not? This is my bed."

"But…"

He pulled the sheets down and got into the bed again, pulling the blanket over them.

"What?" he asked and rolled her to her right side so she was facing him, then he put an arm over her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"I don't want to…" She looked a bit scared.

"So… you can have sex with me, but you can't sleep with me?"

"I… it just feels…"

He smiled. Yes, he knew, it felt too intimate. That was exactly what he wanted. She wasn't just a whore to him. A whore did what he or she should and kept their thoughts to themselves. Ginevra would be his, body and soul. He would know her secrets and fears, her deepest thoughts and her greatest wishes. He wouldn't leave one part of her untouched.

"Aren't you tired?" he asked.

"Well…"

"Sleep, maybe you are too tired to get horny. Or maybe your body needs some time to digest the food… but anyway, it is almost morning again."

"It is?"

"Yes… you haven't slept for almost 24 hours. Really, I shouldn't be surprised…"

"I… I guess I do feel tired."

"It's the shock that has kept you from feeling it. Sleep now."

Ginny sighed but closed her eyes, but opened them soon again. "I can't sleep if you keep staring at me."

"Sorry."

She closed her eyes again.

He kept watching her.

"Really, I can't," she muttered, not opening her eyes.

"Fine," this time he closed his eyes too.

She tried to roll over to her back again, but he held her pressed against him.

She sighed. "Do you even need to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Do you have to keep me so close?"

"Yes."
"But I can't…"
"Just shut up and keep still, you need to sleep."

"But you're in the way."

"Now how could I possibly be in the way?"

"You're disturbing me."
"Deal with it."
"But…"
He pressed her lips against hers.

"Sleep, doll, or else I will fuck you until you bleed and then you will fall asleep just to forget the pain."

"But…"

"Last warning," he pressed his hips against hers.

She made a small wail, but didn't say anything more.

He smirked and kissed her again. She didn't kiss back, but he didn't care. She would do it, eventually.

Soon she really was asleep, relaxing in his arms. It was when he relaxed too and drifted into sleep.

He glided into his dream-world. A world where he was king and everyone did everything he asked them to do.

And then he saw a bunny. A white and pink bunny.

He followed the bunny and it led him into a forest made of candles. He felt quite warm, but he wanted to follow the bunny. He had no idea why.

Then suddenly the forest disappeared and he was falling, still seeing the bunny beneath him. The bunny hit something that looked like water and moments later he hit the surface too.

But it wasn't water, it was some sticky fluid that made it hard for him to move or even breathe.

He couldn't see the bunny anymore instead he saw a face…

Ginevra.

His eyes snapped open, but he still had some problem breathing.

The girl was indeed trying to strangle him. He had underestimated her once again.

He acted on instinct and threw her off. He sat up and massaged his throat. She didn't have time to do any real damage, but it stung a bit.

She had curled herself like a ball at the other end of the bed and now he could see that she was crying.

"Why?" he asked.

"I had to try…" she whispered.

He understood. She couldn't live with herself if is she felt she hadn't tried to do everything to kill him.

Anyway, he would have to punish her.

Tomorrow.

Now he wanted to sleep. "Come here."

She obeyed and crawled up to him.

This time he spooned her and held one hand upon her hands.

Then they fell asleep again.

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