Chapter Twenty-Five: Allow Me

I spent a lot of time with baby Draco in my library. He can't read yet, obviously, but I spent a lot of time reading picture books to him. Daisy, although very tired and rather old now, loved to see him. I don't have her do much work anymore. She tidies up and dusts the library. She makes sure my furniture smells good and that the windows are clean, but most of her tasks take very little effort since her magic is rather impressive. She often brings in flowers from the over populated parts of the gardens, she makes me drinks when I ask for them, and sometimes, when I'm tired, she reads to me so that I may fall into a nice nap on one of my chaise lounges.

She's very good to me. She has to be since she's my elf, but a lot of elves are bitter and do the bare minimum of a task. In return for her hard work and genuine friendship, I magically built a small room for her off of the library. One wall is usually a large, indestructible window that allows her to see the gardens and even a bit of the lake, but at night she gets a bit scared, so she pulls down the magical curtain that not only blocks the window, but morphs into and becomes a wall for as long as she has it down. She has two, grass green walls, but the wall directly across from the giant window isn't a solid painted color. It's covered in painted daises and a number of other things that she loves. I had a few built in shelves put into one of the pink walls; she uses them to store some vases of flowers, pictures of her while baby sitting my kids when they were toddlers, and some decorative ceramic objects. I get a lot of heat for treating a house elf so well, but I don't care what these other wizards and witches say. Daisy has been much more than just a mere servant to me over these many years. She's been a friend, a therapist, and sometimes she gives me the advice of a mother. Before Marv warmed up to me, I'd come down here so she could make me a warm chocolaty drink and read me a happy, simple story.

Marv, doesn't understand why I love Daisy this much, or at all, but he doesn't really care about our relationship or anything I do for her. I don't know if it bothers him or not, since he really doesn't show any sign of curiosity or care, but Daisy lives a happy life, for a house elf in the palace of Voldemort. But hey, it's still a good life.

Anyway, baby Draco spent a lot of time with me during the afternoon. I cleaned, bathed, and changed him before his afternoon nap. Eva and Rastus napped along with him; Daisy was assigned the task of waking them an hour before dinner so that they can get ready. Despite Marv's obvious hints that he wants to be alone in his study, I went ahead and levitated a favored chaise into his study. I placed it near the window that was letting in the most light, gently kicked off my shoes, and got comfortable. He sighed loudly and with annoyance, but I laid down on my left side to feel the light warm my face and quickly drifted into a happy slumber. I only woke up because Marv was getting comfortable behind me; his attempt to spoon me stirred me to consciousness. I half smiled, half smirked after yawning. He rolled his eyes at me, readjusted the one pillow I brought it, and loosely held me.

Daisy woke me up on her way up to Rastus, Eva, and baby Draco. I groggily stared at Marv's perfect, emotionless face for several minutes before he woke up. He yawned, stretched his body for a few seconds, and then mumbled, "I'm not hungry quite yet."

I rolled my shoulders back, stretched a bit, and then quietly replied, "We will be within the hour."

He nodded lightly while I slowly turned to face him. I resituated myself so that I'd be several inches away from him, but still looking into his deep green eyes. I started to play with his weak-due-to-sleep hands and smirked at him. He raised his right brow inquisitively and whispered, "What?"

My smirk widened, "I'm giggling internally."

A small, amused smirk found its way onto his lips. "About what?"

I raised my left hand so that he could see the ring he burned into my ring finger over three decades ago, then I wiggled my right arm from underneath me until my right hand reached my left. His smirk disappeared as he focused on my hands. My smirk widened more as I placed my pointer and middle finger, plus my thumb, on the ring. I turned it around my finger a few times.

Marv's face slowly showed signs of his internal, controlled irritation. "So what?"

I slowly sat up, brought my knees into my chest, and then flashed him my left hand again.

He sighed.

I licked my dry lips before placing my pointer, middle, and thumb back onto the ring. I turned it a few more times before slowly sliding it all the way up to the very tip of my finger.

Voldemort's face was completely blank, but his jaw was tightly clenched, his brows pulled back, and his eyes wider than usual. He whispered, more like quietly rushed out, "Only I can take it off completely."

I squeezed my eyes shut and then quickly opened them again before I drew in a deep breath and pulled the ring completely off.

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