Chapter 12

When Ginny woke up she had a hard time remembering where she was. Her mind was trying to repress what she had been through, but she could both feel and smell that she wasn't in her room at the Leaky Cauldron. She took a deep breath and her mind registered the smell of parchment, iron and male.

Then, she remembered Voldemort.

It was funny she hadn't thought about him before, since he still held his arm around her. But she knew he was awake now. His breathing wasn't deep anymore. Not like tonight when she had tried to… strangle him.

She was in trouble.

"I know you are awake," he said and coaxed her to turn around.

Better to make this as painless as possible. "I had to try."
"And now I have to punish you."

"Why? Can you blame me?"

He smiled sadly. "No, but still… I can't let people get away with trying to kill me."

"And I can't just live with you."

"You will," he said quietly and stroked her chin. "I will show you what will happen if you try to hurt me again."

"I hope you got a lot of creative punishments, because I will continue to hurt you." She hoped she sounded braver then she felt. She just wouldn't let him win.

He smiled. "I do… but right now you won't even have to leave the bed."

Her heart started to move faster. If he thought sex would hurt her…

He must have seen what she was thinking because he started to laugh. "Just out of curiosity, Ginevra, how were you planning to fuck me when I was dead?"

"There are better things to do than sex."

"Like?"
"Getting rid of you."
He smirked and put a hand on her cheek again. "Hush, doll, this is going to be quite… terrifying."
He looked deep into her mind and suddenly she saw her memories flashing by. Things she had tried to forget because it was too scary or too humiliating, or just unpleasant.

Like when she got lost in the forest when she was younger, or when she locked herself inside the cellar and it took her mother three hours to find her, or when McGongall had caught her skipping class with Dean Thomas and wrote to her mother…

It was when Voldemort found what he was looking for. He was really good at finding a person's weak spot. She hadn't even known about it but the person she looked up to the most was her mother. She hated it, when her mother found out she had been doing something stupid. Her mother was the only one who could really make her feel bad about herself.

And, Molly Weasley was the person she missed the most.

All her thoughts had been with Harry, because she had been deeply in love with him. But her mother had always been there for her, and now, she wasn't, or was she?

The next thing she knew she was in a dark room. There was some light, but she couldn't see where it came from.

Then, she heard steps, slow limp steps. "Ginny…" said a hollow voice which sounded like it hadn't been used for quite some time. "Ginny…"

But she knew that voice.

She could see a shadow coming closer towards her. A short big shadow. Ginny was too petrified to do anything else but stare as the creature approached her. She shuddered, but it wasn't cold. She shuddered, because there was some kind of wind in the room; a wind of horror and sadness.

"Ginny…"

The thing she saw first were the robes. Torn, bloody robes full of mud, like they had been in the ground for quite some time.

Then, she saw the hands, or… the hand. The right hand was just a bloody mess of flesh and bones. The left hand was bloody too, but it was still intact.

Ginny's eyes moved, against her will, upwards.

Horrified, she looked at the face of what had once been her mother.

Worms were crawling over it, in and out of holes in the chin and where the left eye had been.

The hair was full of dried-up blood, except for one part in the skull where the brain was peeking out. It smelt rotten and dead.

The one eye that was still there looked at her with a cold empty stare.

The creature opened its mouth again. "Ginny…"

And now Ginny screamed.

She screamed in terror and shock and sadness. All she could do was staring and screaming, and then, suddenly the image disappeared and she was back in the bed with Voldemort.

Her screams turned into scared sobs and she curled up like a ball.

"Do you understand what I can do to you just by watching you?" Voldemorts voice was soft and a bit sad. "I like to scare you but maybe I overdid it this time."
She couldn't answer. She was still in shock.

"Relax, Ginevra, it's over now," he said reassuringly as he stroked her back. "It was just in your head… it was just my imagination."

She couldn't relax. She couldn't breathe normal. All she could do was tremble.

He sighed. "I thought you were stronger then that… but you're still so young… so fragile."

He took her hand in his and pressed his thumb on a spot inside her palm.

She could feel herself relaxing enough to get in control of her breathing again. Her brain started to function and she began to feel in control of her body.

"Acupressure, good thing to know sometimes," he whispered, while played with his finger on her arm. "If you try to hurt me again I won't help you."

Quiet tears wetted her face again.

"Hush, pet, I get irritated when you cry."

She bit her lip and tried to stop.

"That's better," he said smiling, and his hand travelled to her left breast. "Do you think you will be able to get wet today?"

"Does it matter?" she whispered.

"Not really, I just wonder if I will be hurting you more today."

She closed her eyes and tried not to think. It would be easier if she didn't think.

"No, pet, I want to see your eyes," he ordered, while he squeezed her breast.

She felt some panic, but fought it. If she just focused on Voldemort she wouldn't have to think about her mother.

She opened her eyes and he kissed her deeply, turning her to her back. He teased her nipples with his hands and she tried desperately to make herself responding. She gave up a little moan.He broke off the kiss.

"That's better, do you think you got the courage to kiss me back properly?"

"Okay…"

His lips met hers again and this time she started to wrestle with his tongue. She could feel him smile and one of his hands went to her chin and the other one travelled lower.

He didn't even have to ask her to spread her legs, she did when she felt his fingers on her thighs. She would do anything to forget those scary pictures of her mother. At least Voldemort knew how to make her feel alive again. He had done it yesterday.

His fingers reached her vulva, but it wasn't really wet yet. However, there was some fluid. He teased her clit and she sighed in relief when her body took over and started to moisten up.

He put one finger inside her and broke off the kiss.

He slowly moved the finger inside of her while looking her straight in the eyes. "Do you like this?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"It feels good."

He put another finger inside her and she relaxed some more and made another moan.

"Do you know you are really tight?"

She nodded and her breathing came faster.

"Most men like that," he said, sounding so relaxed. "Do you know why?"

"N-no."

She tensed a bit and he put his thumb on her clit and stroked it. She could feel more fluid running down on his fingers.

He removed his fingers and licked them. "Like honey… anyway…"

He placed his cock against her opening. "The most pleasurable experience for a man is to feel his cock tearing a woman apart," he said viciously.

She gasped when he entered her. It actually felt like he was tearing her apart. It hadn't felt like this yesterday, but she didn't think he was bigger, he was just more violent.

Desperately, she started to move with him, wanting to forget everything but the friction when he fucked her.

It worked, her hands were on his back, trying to press him closer and probably scratching him.

He tried to kiss her, but bit her instead. She licked the blood from her lips and looked into his eyes, seeing the pleasure she felt. His eyes looked different now, warmer and more passionate. His eyes seemed to tell her something, but she didn't care, she was too close to her climax.

Then, he stopped. She groaned and tried to make him move again.

He held her down, one hand on her mouth. He seemed to be listening to something.

She didn't care if the building was about to come down, she needed a release. If she didn't have the release her memories would come back and they would be more painful. She needed something good.

He was still inside her and she started to rub her clitoris.

"Stop that!" he hissed, but to late. The orgasm hit her when he tried to stop her.

He groaned when she tightened and made a last stroke which put him over the edge too.

He fell down on top of her. "Stupid girl…"
"What?"

"There is someone here."

"Where?" she asked, feeling quite dizzy.

"Just… don't go anywhere."

He got up from the bed and threw his robe over his nude body.

But he had once again managed to fuck the life back into her and she wanted to know who it was. Curiosity didn't always kill the cat, she hoped.

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Voldemort had hidden his face in the hood when he left the room. Whoever it was that had the nerve to disturb him in his chambers would never do it again.

To his great surprise he found Lucius Malfoy.

"I hope it is important," he said in a dangerous tone.

Lucius bowed. "It is, my Lord, we got problems. France has sent a message."

"And?"

"Well… somehow they know you are going to attack them in the near future and they don't… oh…"

Lucius was looking at something behind Voldemort.

Voldemort swore, knowing who Lucius must be looking at. He turned around and saw the red-haired girl stand in the doorway. She was dressed in his shirt, looking like she just had a good fuck.

Okay, she had, but she looked so ready for another one and Voldemort hated the way she made him feel.

Then he saw her eyes. The little doll was just curious.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in bed?" he spat..

Ginevra smiled, a bit nervously. "I didn't want to be left alone… and what's up with the hood?"

Voldemort could think about a hundred ways to shut the girl up, but not any of them seemed fitting at the moment. "I see…"

He decided to ignore her and turned to Lucius again. "She has become quite fond of me…"

Lucius just nodded, not really knowing if he was dreaming or not.

"Any plans for France, my Lord?" Lucius asked, also trying to ignore the tempting girl. She really didn't know how dangerous this game could become. If he could show himself to Lucius, they could have a nice little threesome with her in the middle. She would not be able to walk all right after that. Ah, too bad… Maybe with Severus. Severus could also give terrific blowjobs.

"Yes, but I will not need any help for that, thank you Lucius," he said dismissing the blond Death Eater who bowed and disappeared.

He let his hood fall and sank down in the sofa. Then he noticed Ginevra looking quite thoughtful after Lucius.

"What? Feeling lusty after the blond idiot?" he asked.

"What if I was?"

"I would have thought you would be more polite after this morning… or afternoon."
"You said you would only hurt me if I tried to hurt you," she said.

"Well, I could also hurt you if you tried to irritate me too much."

"That's not fair."

"Who said anything about being fair? Now come here."

She obeyed and he pulled her down onto his lap. She was naked under the shirt and when he put a hand between her legs he could feel the dried-up strands from their earlier plays.

"Why are you so cooperative all of a sudden?" he asked suspicious.

"I'm not sure…" she looked thoughtful.

He sighed, he wasn't in the mood to discover why a woman did what she did. If she had to question her motives herself, then she wasn't plotting against him, which was all he needed to know, He had to focus on other things. It was time to start with the next step of his plan.


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