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'Marie's thoughts'

Voldemort's thoughts

"Parseltongue"

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It was a few days later when Voldemort finally made his first real move on Marie, besides giving her his grandfather's ring.

He picked her black roses from the Malfoy Garden and had a house elf deliver them into her room.

"What are these?" she saw them and gasped in awe as she read the note attached to them.

Dear Marie,

These black roses are for you. Even though I know their color is strange, I feel that it feels right.

My true, my chosen

Black velvet in your petals

So curious and mysterious

Your gravitational pull, your force

Feeds off my desires...

And I run to your repellent appearance

A salty rain leaks from its source, me

I can't stop my ache, inside are screams

Pleas from my soul that I've lost control

But I can't turn my back to you,

You're what I know...

That was a poem I once read in a book before, and I hope that you enjoyed it. I believe that what happened that night of your birthday was meant to be. But if you do not, tell me and I'll stop and leave you alone. Just know, that you have, indeed, changed me to a high degree, and I am grateful for that. For the first time in years, I can finally see clearly. Thank you sweetheart.

Love,

Tom

Marie could only stare at the note and wonder about Nagini's words.

He really did love her.

In some way, anyway.

When would he finally admit that to her to her face?

But she didn't want to go too fast, what should she do?

"I see you've found my note, Marie"

Marie turned to find Voldemort staring at her. She gulped, "Hey, Tom. I think we need to talk."

"Talk?" he asked.

"Yes, please sit down." She motioned to the chair by her bed and she sat on the bed, trying to think of how to start.

He sat in the chair and waited for her to start talking, only to see that she wore the ring he gave her.

He smirked, "You're wearing it. The ring I gave you on your birthday."

Marie looked at her hand in shock, "Oh. It appears that I am. Yeah I guess I am" she laughed.

"The roses are beautiful, Tom. It's just that, I think it's a little too much, don't you think?"

"I thought it was perfect. I thought you liked roses."

"I do," she mumbled, "It's just that I think that we should just take this relationship a little slow. I like you, Tom, I really do, it's just that I need some time to think about it first. You understand right?"

He was silent for a while before replying, "Of course. But if it's sex you're worried about, don't be worried! Nothing will ever happen like that again unless we are both sober and both of us want it, alright?"

Marie smiled, "Thank you Tom."

"You're welcome. So the poem wasn't too much?"

"No the poem was wonderful too, Tom. I love them both. I'll cherish them forever."

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or serious right now."

"That's okay, me neither." She giggled.

Tom laughed along with her and they talked more throughout the day in her room until dinner and they went down together to the dining room Voldemort was careful not to touch her romantically in case it frightened her.

When they got down to the dining room, the Malfoys arrived there as well, waiting for their meal. Draco made sure to sit as far away from Marie as he could. It was obvious that he was upset with her and she knew why. She sighed and hissed to Voldemort, "Draco's mad at me. I'm gonna go sit with him alright?"

"Of course. I understand." Although Voldemort was a little peeved about it. Why couldn't Malfoy stay out of the equation?

Marie sauntered over to Draco, only to still be ignored until she sat in the seat next to him.

"Draco?" she started, "You're mad at me, aren't you?"

He answered in silence and this only made Marie more nervous, "Look you can yell at me all you want after dinner about what I supposedly did wrong, just remember, it's my life, not yours. I can't help it we all got drunk again that night, Draco." She whispered to him.

"Shut up" he whispered harshly to her but so Voldemort or his parents didn't hear him.

Marie did as told and they all ate in silence.

After dinner, they both went to her room like she promised but she didn't expect Draco to push her up against a wall and snarl at her like a rabid animal.

Suddenly, his lips were on hers and he kissed her fiercely and hungrily, pushing his tongue in her mouth like he did the day after the Yule ball. It was almost like when he had kissed her the day after the Yule ball. Except this time he was being way too rough with her.

Marie didn't know what to do but decided to just give him what he wanted and she let him ravish her mouth and tug on her hair, pushing his body flush against her own. He tasted like mint and raspberries as he had had a fruit salad for dinner. His tongue mapped out her mouth and caressed her tongue with his. Marie could even feel Draco getting more bold as he touched her breasts and hips, grasping them desperately.

It felt good, don't get her wrong, it's just that it didn't feel 'right'.

It was only until he went to unbuttoning her robes to reveal her chest when she made him stop, tearing her mouth away from his, "Draco, that's enough."

Draco did stop, to her relief and looked into her eyes almost apologetically and Marie asked, "Now are you going to speak to me?"

Draco leaned forward again and whispered in her ear, "I know what you two did the other night. I watched you as you and him left to go to his room." He stopped when he saw a ring on her finger and he roughly grabbed her hand.

"What is this?! Why is there a ring on your finger, Marie?!"

Marie shivered and looked frightened, "Voldemort gave it to me."

"What?! When?!"

"The night of my birthday. . ."

Draco looked as if he would explode, "Why would you accept this?"

"Draco, it doesn't mean anything." She tried to encourage him but this only made his mood worse.

"Doesn't mean anything? Just I don't mean anything to you? You left me with Pansy that night." He grumbled.

"Draco, we were all drunk that night"

"Do you love him?" Draco had an angry look on his face.

"What?"

Draco slammed his fists on the wall on either side of her head, "DO YOU LOVE HIM?!"

"Maybe." She mumbled.

"Maybe?" he muttered and gulped trying to calm himself but asked desperately, "Do you love me?"

Marie sighed, "I don't know Draco."

"So you might love him but not me? He's insane, Marie, he's dangerous! He could change his mind at any moment and kill you! He's immortal remember? That unbreakable vow didn't mean anything to him! He's an insane murderer!"

"He was"

"He is!" he pressed and lost all control again, growling and attacking her throat with his lips, kissing her neck open mouthed to try to convince her that he could give her more. Draco grabbed her arse and tried to push her up on the wall so she would wrap her legs around his waist but Marie didn't like that at all and kicked his shin, making him let her go and grunt in pain, grabbing his shin in pain.

"Sorry, Draco, but I just can't do that. I don't like you in that way. You're more of a brother to me."

"Then why did you let me kiss you just now?!" he questioned while slowly getting back up to his feet, tears threatening to fall from frustration.

"You needed it. Otherwise you wouldn't have let me talk to you at all"

Draco visibly calmed down, "You're probably right" he sighed, knowing that she was right. He probably would have ignored whatever excuse she would have come up with if she didn't let him have what he had dreamed of for so long.

"I'm sorry Marie. I know it is your own life. I just feel as if I have to protect you since I have been a part of your misery for so long. I thought I had owed you at least that."

"Oh Draco," she sighed and hugged him tightly, forgiving him in his brash decisions, "You've done more than enough. Thank you."

He hugged her back, "I'm still not giving up on you though. I'm going to court you and you know that. So get ready for it!"

"Oh great" she muttered. 'That's two I have to watch out for now', she thought.

"Sorry about the whole, 'ravishing' thing by the way. It's just that I couldn't help myself when you just let me do it. It was unbearable."

She nodded, unable to say anything until Draco kissed her forehead, "I'll see you later then?"

"Yeah" she whispered, "See you later, Draco."

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Finally it was time to leave for Diagon alley and Voldemort, once again, traveled with her to get her things.

"So what did Draco want with you after dinner the other night Marie?"

"Oh, uh, it's nothing, Voldemort. We just made up was all."

"Ah. Well alright then." He didn't seen that all convinced that that was all they had done, " Do I have to keep tutoring the Longbottom boy and his girlfriend?"

Marie giggled.

"No, I guess not. But what if you came to the meetings of my new rebellion once in a while?"

"Don't you think they'd be a little afraid of me?"

"Well yes, but I think they'll get over it, just look at Neville and Luna! They warmed right up to you!"

"The Longbottom boy did only because his girlfriend did. The Lovegood girl only did so because she's a little off in the head."

"Hey! Those are my friends' you're talking about!"

"Oh yes! I'm so sorry" he said sarcastically as they walked into the Leaky Cauldron after getting her things.

They grabbed their room key at the same time and Marie let it go as if something had burned her.

She stared at him, "I thought that that was my key?"

"It is" he replied.

"So why-" she slowly questioned but Voldemort understood as they walked up to the room.

"I only got one room key for us."

"Us? As in we are going to share a room together? And a bed?"

Voldemort stopped and looked thoughtful for a second before smirking, "Yes"

He rolled his eyes, "Don't look so frightened Marie. You know I won't hurt you, right?"

Voldemort furrowed his brow in confusion and fear at her hesitation and he leaned more towards her, "Are you afraid of me still after all of this time we have spent together?"

"What? No! Of course not Voldemort! It's just that. . . I didn't expect it is all."

"Do you want a separate room?"

Marie looked at his hurt features, "No, it's fine, Tom. I'm not scared of you, and I never will be!"

Voldemort smirked and chuckled as they opened their door, "That's my little snake"

The room was similar to what it had looked like the last time she had seen it. It was clean and neat but very bare.

She started to unpack when she noticed that Voldemort had went into the bathroom after spelling his suitcase to unpack itself.

Then she could water running and she knew that he was in the shower.

"Sounds like a good idea." She mumbled to herself.

Marie wondered a few times whether or not it would be a good idea to go into the shower with him but shook her head at the horrible sexual thoughts.

'Stupid Hormones' she cursed at herself.

Even though he really did look sexy looking like snake, there was still a side of her that thought it was creepy.

His hairless body was so smooth, though, and flawless, his lean muscles standing out, she remembered, when she saw him in that towel before. Marie blushed when her thoughts continued and she stared at the door to the bathroom.

His chest was so hard and strong. He was powerful Magically, mentally and physically. The way his blood red eyes stared at her like a predator and his flat slit nostrils protruded on his appearance. But that night when they had had sex, and he glided his face along her neck and body. It had felt so erotic and wonderful.

She remembered everything that they had done together that night.

The memories made her shiver and she stopped unpacking and just thought lost in her mind's eye.

His sharp nails were like talons that had left bruises and harsh scratches on her body. The way his nails dragged along her skin made her feel like keening and arching her back. His touch had just felt so amazing. She wondered if his touch had been the same as on the yule ball when he had transformed to his younger self with that potion. Would he still feel the same and make her feel the way he made her feel now?

Suddenly she was taken out of her thoughts as the door from the bathroom opened, revealing a wet Voldemort in nothing but a towel walking towards her.

"Your turn" he whispered when he was close enough to her to make her almost melt. The heat from the shower was still steaming off from him and his own body heat radiated. Marie could see every muscle on his body except for under the towel fro she dared not look that low as he was watching her. He was very lean and looked like he could over power anybody without even thinking about it.

Marie finally came back to the real world and looked up at Voldemort's face. He had a smirk plastered on his features and she knew right then that he knew what she was thinking. Although, thankfully, he didn't say anything about it.

"Okay" she mumbled, still blushing as she scampered to the bathroom to take her shower. But unlike Voldemort, she took her nightclothes she would be changing into, with her. She got into the shower and just kept thinking about Voldemort's body and what he would feel like if he actually looked human. Would he still be well-endowed?

He was rather big, bigger than most guys, she knew. Marie might not have known what the average male's penis size was but Marie knew for sure, that Voldemort was far bigger than average if the night of her birthday was any proof of that!

Marie shivered again even though the water pouring down on her was boiling hot. She wanted to imagine him more, dominating her but she shook her head again, getting rid of the thoughts.

'This is going to be a long and horrible night!" she thought.

As soon as she got out of the shower, she dried herself and put on her night pajamas. She went out into the room only to see that Voldemort was in bed with a pair of reading glasses on reading a rather large book. She slowly got into the bed with him, "So what are you reading?" she asked him.

Voldemort glanced to her and smirked at her flushed face.

Only then did Marie realize somehow that Voldemort as nude under the covers.

But she didn't say anything and Voldemort was surprised by this, "Just a little bit of light reading"

"Light reading?!" she gasped, "That book would take me ages to finish!"

He rolled his eyes, "Of course it would, you"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, pouting.

"Nothing. Now just go to bed, sweetheart."

"I'm not a child anymore you know. I can go to bed whenever I . . . YAWN . . . feel like it" in the middle of her large yawn, she rubbed her eyes and laid into the bed comfortably against Voldemort and promptly fell asleep.

"Not tired hmm?" he mumbled to himself as he put his book down and wrapped his arm around the girl, bringing her closer to his warmth, making the girl whine and snuggled up to him tightly, the blankets acting like a barrier to separate Voldemort's nude body from her clothed one.

He chuckled and turned off the lights in the room with a wave of his wand.

He rubbed Marie's shoulder and kissed her forehead, "We'll be together someday. As more than just this. As more than just a confused relationship." He whispered.

As if it was Marie's reply, she draped her arm over his chest, using him as her pillow.

Voldemort sighed, "Good night Marie." He whispered, "I really do care for you greatly, you know."

With those last words, he fell asleep from Marie's soft breathing.

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So what do you guys think? Should I have just combined this and the last chapter together or did it all work out do you think?

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