Chapter Twenty-One: Go Crazy

We sat at the small table in silence for a long time before Voldemort sighed, to my dismay, happily, and said, "You look cute in love."

I looked up at him; my facial expression was a mixture of shock and disgust, "I don't love you!"

He laughed and leaned back against the chair, "I didn't say you were in love with me."

I stayed silent.

His lips curled into a smirk, "I know about you and Draco."

I gulped.

He laughed coldly, "I'm not upset, I'm not going to hurt either of you over it."

A loud sigh of relief came from me.

His smirk returned, "You're still mine, though. Go ahead," he waved at nothing, "be in a relationship," his insane, cold eyes locked gazes with mine, "but you're still mine. I'll do as I damn well please with you."

I sighed angrily, "Will you please explain to me what the hell your wand trick proved?"

He laughed and leaned forward, "Oh sweet Neema," he purred and put his hands down on the middle of the small table, "What version would you like?"

I tilted my head to the left, crossed my arms against my chest, and said, "The version that is the truth."

He smirked again, "It's a rather long—"

"Then just take me to the point."

Voldemort's eyes were filled with twisted amusement, "Long story short…" His smirk curled into a different type of sick, one he never showed me before, "You could have my heir."

I choked on nothing, my eyes widened to the size of my head, and a thin sheet of sweat quickly covered my body.

Voldemort laughed again, "Stop worrying, I don't want an heir."

I stopped sweating.

"I'm immortal, I have no use for an heir."

I could breath again.

"Besides, if it was anything like me, I'd have to kill it. It'd want to kill me and take over."

My eyes slowly went back to their normal size.

He refrained from laughing, "And if it were anything like you, I'd have to kill it. It'd want to kill me—"

"Because you're a total bastard. Yeah, I know."

Voldemort laughed and lightly, almost playfully, slapped my face. With a calm, kind facial expression, he whispered, "If we weren't in muggle public, I'd slap you much harder."

I firmly planted my feet on the floor beneath me and pushed my chair back about six inches. "If you didn't have those damn horcruxes, I'd kill you. Muggle public or not."

He smirked crookedly, "Then I'll make sure you and Harry don't ever team up."

I couldn't help but to laugh. I guess I might as well have an okay time while Voldemort is still in a good mood. Plus, we're in muggle public; he's not going to torture me here, it'd make the ministry easy to find him. Not that they could take him down, they're filled with cowards and his supporters. There are a few brave, intelligent people in the ministry, but not enough to take him down, probably not enough to get anything of value done. Voldemort stood up and walked over to me; he stuck out his right hand and said, "Come on, lets leave."

I drew in a deep breath and cautiously put my left hand in his open right hand. He gently, but quickly pulled me up and into his chest. He smirked down at me and started to walk out of the outdoor café with us holding hands. Once we were back on the street, he put only four of five inches of space between us and lightly, almost absent-mindedly, swung our hands back and forth. We walked down to the pier in total silence, which is impressive since that's about an hour walk. The pier was crowded, so he let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me; I couldn't tell if it was out of possessiveness, or maybe he didn't want me to take my chance and leave, or maybe he was trying to keep me safe…? Oh Hell if I know, the only thing I know about him is that he's totally insane and is a sex God. An evil, evil, totally soul crushing, sex God.

I sighed, causing him to look down at me, "What?"

Without looking up at him, I replied, "I'm just thinking about how much I hate you."

He laughed, "What else?"

I stayed silent for a minute; if I didn't tell him he'd just break into my mind, "About how I wish you mean all the time, or at least completely awful in the sack."

He laughed again, "Why do you want either of those things?"

"It'd make hating you with my entire being much easier."

He smirked, but didn't say anything. We walked away from the pier and to the near by beach; I took off my shoes, cuffed my pants up so that they'd be a few inches above my ankles, and then stood back up right as Voldemort finished doing the same basic thing. Voldemort grabbed hold of my left hand, so I held both my heels in my right hand, and he held his shoes in his left. Without saying anything, he walked us to where the tide rolls onto the shore. I ignored him and happily wiggled my toes into the wet sand and enjoyed the feeling of the cool water splashing my ankles. Voldemort tenderly squeezed my hand while I thought about Draco; I know I'm just sixteen, I know that we've only felt like this for a month now, but I don't care. I can't picture myself happy with anyone else, and I've never been more excited to go back to Hogwarts. Believe me, I was extremely excited to go to Hogwarts my first year; I've grown up shopping for it with my siblings and dropping them off and not being able to go. As far as Hogwarts is concerned, I've always been jealous of Drea because she got to go to school with Gaston, and she gets to go to school with me, too. Gaston and I are too many years apart to have gone to school together; I'm sixteen and he's twenty four, and Drea is seventeen, meaning that when she was a first year, Gaston was a seventh year. So they probably didn't really get to hang out, but still, they got to be together, leaving me pretty much alone in the house.

This year, sixth year, I'll be away from Voldemort, he won't be able to torment me for a year. Well, nine months… Actually, I come back for Christmas, so he'll probably give me some sort of sexual "gift", but still, most of my time will be at Hogwarts with Draco, not with Voldemort. I thought to myself, "And Harry thinks he has it hard." I couldn't help but to laugh.

Voldemort looked down at me, "What are you laughing about?"

I looked up into his surprisingly soft, midnight blue eyes, "I just thought, 'And Harry thinks he has it hard'." I started to laugh again, but he didn't. I started to laugh nervously, "Get it? Hard. 'Cause you rape me, and to do that you have to be hard…."

Voldemort chuckled, but it was a silent chuckle, and it was only once.

I drew in a deep breath and looked down at the water splashing my ankles. I mumbled, "I thought it was funny."

Voldemort let go of my hand, took a sideways step toward me, leaving no space in between us, and loosely wrapped his right arm around me. "Do you like to know your surprises in advanced, or like to wait until they're meant to be given?"

I arched my right brow and looked up at him, "If I know it in advance, it's not a surprise."

He laughed, squatted a little bit, kissed the top of my head, and then stood back up.

I sighed, "However, I don't like surprises, so I would appreciate knowing whatever the hell you have planned for me, now."

He looked down at me, "I've arranged for you to come back home on Halloween, Easter, and few other days."

My facial expression was nothing less of angry, "Halloween? Now I'm going to miss the party! I love going to the Halloween party!"

He smirked, "I've arranged these things with Snape. I knew you'd react like this, so I had him push the party back a day. You'll still be able to go to all the balls."

My expression was an angry type of astonishment, "How could you have the kind of power in Hogwarts?"

He squeezed my side once and purred, "Neema, Neema, Neema."

I rolled my eyes, "Voldie, Voldie, Voldie."

He laughed and kissed my forehead, "Snape has talked with Dumbledore, he told him how your family wants you and Drea back during those dates."

I drew in another angry breath, "Don't you dare touch Drea."

His smirk widened, "What? You wouldn't be jealous, would you?"

"Oh sweet Jesus!" I glared at him, "Don't flatter yourself, I just love my sister." I stood up on my tiptoes and growled, "If you ever touch anyone in my family, I will not hesitate to kill you. And when I have kids, if you even look at them sexually, I will kill you again."

"Again?" he scoffed.

I stood on my feet again, "I doubt I'll ever find all your horcruxes and properly destroy them and kill you, so I'll just kill you, wait for you to come back, and kill you again."

Voldemort laughed and rolled his eyes, "You're a cutie, really Neema, you are."

I looked back at the beautiful ocean in front of me. I ignored him and thought about Draco and how our life at Hogwarts will be. How I'll go to all the balls with him, how he'd take me out during Hogsmeade visitation days, about how happy we'll be together. We could happily stroll the streets of Hogsmeade; we could have butter beers in the cold winter, we could swim in the Black Lake when it's hot in spring and summer. We could simply just sit down next to each other during classes, we could study together, and we could take breaks from each other to be with our friends, which will just make us miss each other. We could attend balls together and not give a damn if anyone gossips about it; we could sneak away to the Prefect's Bathroom or the Room of Requirement for other types of exploration.

He could surprise me with gifts, or simply just his unplanned presence; either would make me happy. We could sleep in the same bed, partly out of love, partly out of how I don't have nightmares when I'm in a bed with him. My dad told my brother something very interesting and sweet when I was younger and when Gaston was "becoming a young man": "Love isn't a fun time in the back seat, and it isn't just thinking about her all the time. Love is waking up and your first thought is, 'My God, she's beautiful,' or 'How did I get so lucky?' Love is brushing your teeth together, love is being completely happy with the silence; not because you need a break from listening, but because you're happy just being with them."

Now that I'm older I understand what my dad was talking about. When I was younger I didn't quite get what he was saying, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and it's true. When I woke up the other day in Draco's arms, looking up at his sleeping face, I was so happy I could have cried. The feeling of arms wrapped arm around me, his soft breath on my face and neck… I wouldn't trade that moment for anything, not even for Voldemort to leave me alone, to just die already. God, I hope Draco feels the same way. I hope I'm not more into him than he is into me; that'd be worse than completely, one hundred horrible.

The way he makes me feel… I don't give a damn if our friends will approve or not. I'm not quite sure how our friends will take our sudden relationship, but I honestly don't care, they'll just have to adjust. Hopefully Draco feels the same, the same referring to how I'm not going to go back to treating him like shit just because the summer is over. I truly think that I'm in love with him, and I don't want to have to hide that away to conform to some stupid no Gryffindor/Slytherin tradition, or to please those around me. I'm continuously mentally tortured and physically raped; I deserve any happiness that I can get. I don't give a damn about the thoughts of others when it comes to me being with Draco, because when it comes to Draco and I, only our thoughts and opinions matter.

Voldemort interrupted my thoughts by saying, "Lets go get some clam chowder at the pier."

I didn't respond, I just walked with him back to the cement and wiggled my toes while he silently preformed a cleansing spell and drying spell on us. I let go of his hand so that I can put my shoes back on and uncuff my pants; he did the same. He grabbed hold of my hand again and led us to the small restaurant on the large pier. He ordered two clam chowders; they were ready within several minutes, and came in warm bread bowls. I grabbed us napkins and spoons while he took the clam chowders; I silently followed him to an empty bench and sat down six inches away from him. He handed me a bread bowl and then I handed him a small stack of napkins and a spoon. We occasionally glanced at each other, but other than that, we ate in silence. Once I was about halfway done with the chowder, I turned my head to left, looked at his chowder, and then asked, "Did yours have mushrooms, too?"

He smirked evilly and glanced at me with a wild look in his eyes, "No."

I gulped, "What did you put into my chowder, and why?"

He softly laughed, but it was still very cold, "While I was speaking with Snape, I had him give me several small bags of mushrooms—"

"God damn you!" I slammed my bread bowl down between us on the bench; I slammed it hard enough to show that I'm upset, but soft enough so that the chowder wouldn't spill or splash out. I gave him a very, very angry look and said, "Now I'm going to go on some weird trip and I'll have flashbacks and—"

Voldemort rolled his eyes, "Neema—"

I crossed my left leg over my right leg at the knee, crossed my arms against my chest, and said, "You're a fuckin' asshole."

Voldemort laughed, "They're not magic mushrooms. Well, they're magic, but not the muggle way." Voldemort laughed again.

I quickly turned my head to look him in the eyes, "When did you even have the chance to do that?"

He sighed and looked at me as if I were the stupidest person in the world, "Neema, please, I'm a wizard. I'm THE most powerful dark wizard in history. I don't need to find a physical chance to do these sort of things."

I glared at him, "I hate you so much."

He laughed at me, "Good."

I stayed silent.

"These mushrooms won't have any returning effect on you. Once their magic is done, it's done."

I drew in a deep breath before saying, "Good, you asshat."

He laughed at me.

"How much did you use, what do they do, and why did you give them to me?"

He stopped laughing and smirked, "I put in half of the smallest bag, they make you lose all your inhibitions and rational reasoning, and because I want to have some real fun with you."

I gulped, "How long with this last?"

He half smiled, half smirked, "Until tomorrow morning, they should start working within ten minutes."

I sighed angrily, "Do tell me what sort of fun you're talking about."

He picked up my bowl of chowder, put it down on the left side of the bench, scooted over to me, and wrapped an arm around me. "Casual fun while in public," he smirked down at me, "naughty fun back in your room."

I put an obviously fake expression of happiness and excitement on my face, "That's fantastic!"

He laughed, "I know."

I breathed out through my nose quite loudly; now I'm definitely going to be sick with myself. I'm going to enjoy him; I'm going to enjoy everything we do for the rest of the day and all night. I'm going to recollect on that time and I'm going to know that deep down, I really did like it. He's being nice, for him, and he's going to blow my mind tonight a thousand different, fantastic, inexpressible ways. I looked up at him, "I hate you more than I thought possible."

He kissed the tip of my nose, "Shush Neema, allow yourself to enjoy something for once."

I laughed with disbelief and rolled my eyes, "Because I'm such a miserable person when it comes to anything and everything."

He grinned and kissed the tip of my nose again, "We both know you think I'm handsome, we both know you like how I touch you, and we both know you like it when I'm nice to you like this."

I bit the inside of my lip. "Yes, nice."

He softly laughed, "Yes, nice."

I sighed, "That's a weird way to say "'relaxed psychopath'."

He rolled his eyes.

I laughed at him.

Voldemort looked at me again and continued his previous thought, "So calm the hell down already," he smirked, "I won't tell anyone if you don't."

"I would never tell!" I glared at him, he knows I mean my secret enjoyment, "And I don't care about other people when it comes to you and me, I care about how I have to live with myself."

He sighed and looked at the ocean, "I don't."

I rolled my eyes again, "How surprising."

He laughed.

I laughed.

He smirked.

I didn't care; the damn mushrooms were starting to kick in, and I didn't think about it, I don't want to fight something I'm not going to win.

A/N: I'm going to continue the next chapter with the rest of their afternoon and evening, but I'll only write the crazy awesome sex they're going to have if you guys want me to. So go review! :D

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