Chapter Twenty-Five: Check Yes Juliet

My dad and I spent as much time as possible out of the house. After we ate our dinners, we decided to go to the ice cream shop on the farthest side of town. He ate a small scoop of Rocky Road while I ate a small scoop of Cake Batter flavored ice cream. We ended up driving around after that, but his eyes quickly grew tired, so he pulled over and let me drive him around in the Maybach; my eyes adjust to the dark much better and faster than his. We talked about Voldemort's plan for the Malfoy Family and the little things that I could do for Draco. We got back home around eleven thirty, so we did our best to be quiet. Dad told me that he put a silencing charm on the garage so that the noise of the garage door wouldn't sound throughout the house. If you're in the garage or outside, you'll be able to hear the door, but if you're inside the house, even at the door between the kitchen and the garage, you won't be able to hear it.

Dad walked me to my room, hugged me goodnight, and opened the door to my room for me; he cringed when he saw Voldemort peacefully sleeping on the left side of my bed with Nagini at his feet. He gulped while I walked in, and quietly closed the door behind me before walking to the room he shares with my mother. I tiptoed into my closet, left my clothes in my hamper, grabbed some PJs, and then took a shower in my bathroom. I stood under the hot water for ten minutes before starting to wash myself. I took my time washing my hair and I slowly lathered and rinsed my body. Once I was done with washing myself, I closed my eyes, turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and tilted my head up so that the water could wash away my tears.

My father told me that Voldemort wants Dumbledore dead for several reasons: because he was a bit of a nuisance, he had a very powerful wand, and for other reasons my dad didn't quite understand, mostly because Voldemort didn't verbalize them, but there's always something more with Voldemort. My dad didn't tell me about the wand past that Voldemort wants it, but that could only mean that Dumbledore has the Elder Wand. My mother used to read my siblings and I short stories about the Elder Wand and the other two Hallows; she told us that most of the stories she read us were fictitious, but that the Hallows are real. If Draco kills Dumbledore then he'll become the master of the wand, and I know that Voldemort won't just engage in a quick duel with Draco to become the master of the wand, he'll just kill him.

I turned off the water, gulped, and magically dried off. I brushed my teeth, loosely put my hair up so that I won't damage my curls, and then slipped into my PJs. I breathed in deeply a few times, unlocked the door, turned off the light in my bathroom, and walked out. I wasn't surprised to see Voldemort awake; he was sleepy, but he was still awake. The light on the nightstand closest to my side of the bed was on at it's lowest level; I sighed, put my wand down next to it, and then drew the covers on my side back. I looked into his sleepy, rather glazed eyes, but I didn't say anything. He half smirked, half smiled, "Why so quiet, Kitten?"

I sighed and softly blinked, "I have a terrible feeling that you're going to kill Draco in order to punish Lucius."

"That's quite the queer idea."

I climbed into my bed, but I sat down facing him instead of lying down next to him. "What do I have to do so that you won't kill Draco?" He stayed silent for minute, allowing me to roll everything over in my mind. I suppose I could defeat Draco in a duel, making myself the master of the Elder Wand; I doubt Voldemort would kill me. I'm his Gryffindor Kitten; he's grown quite fond of me. He'd probably just duel me and then do his best to humiliate me in twisted ways. I'd rather have that happen than see Draco die; I know we're only sixteen, but I'm more than positive about being soul mates. Call me ridiculous for thinking this, or call me fortunate for finding him so soon, whichever floats your boat.

Voldemort sighed but didn't look away from me, "You really like him?"

I gulped, "I'm in love with him."

He sighed again, "You think he loves you?"

"I know it."

Voldemort laughed, "No, you don't know that."

"I know better than you."

He was instantly angry; his facial expression went from being content to being infuriated. He quietly barked out, "Are you off of your period?"

I mumbled out, "I got off this morning." before I stopped breathing.

"Lay down," he snarled while slowly sitting up.

My heartbeat went from being almost making my ears bleed to nonexistent. I unfolded my legs, brought them into my chest, turned ninety degrees, and laid back, placing the back of my head against my soft pillow. I slowly retracted my legs so that I'd be lying down while he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. He put his left hand a few inches away from my right elbow, situated himself five or so inches above me and planted his right hand down in the same fashion as his right. He didn't glare at me, but his expression wasn't friendly. I bit the inside of my bottom lip with worry while he stared down at me with his cruel, cold, midnight blue eyes. I mumbled out,

"Your eyes make me nervous…they almost horrify me, really."

With a quiet, but still exceptionally commanding voice, he asked me, "Why?"

I shivered at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his surprisingly minty breath against my face, "Because they bring me comfort."

He smirked and kissed the left corner of my mouth, mostly my cheek, and then the right corner. He stared back down into my dark, chestnut eyes. "How does that horrify you?"

I gulped and said in such a soft voice that he almost didn't hear me, "Because you're a wicked, malicious, monster of a man."

He laughed loudly, but only once. "I'm flattered, Neemie, really."

I gulped again, "You've been torturing my family, you're probably going to kill off the young man that I love, and you're raping my body and my mind. Nothing about you should bring me any sort of comfort."

His smirk widened; he gently pressed his lips directly onto mine, but he didn't close his eyes. He slowly kissed me while taunting me with his dark eyes. He pulled away after thirty seconds and whispered into my right ear, "I don't give a damn about what does or doesn't give you comfort."

I couldn't help but to laugh, "What a surprise!"

He bit my neck, earning a small, but surprised yelp from me. He didn't bite down on me, it was barely a nip, but it was on a weak spot. Plus he's cold and I'm warm, so the temperature difference was quite the shock, too. He smirked against the soft but firm flesh of my skin and whispered, "I want you, right now."

"But," I gulped, "I have to go to Hogwarts tomorrow."

"I know," his warm breath absorbed into my skin, "After tomorrow morning I won't see you again until October thirty first." He kissed my neck, smiling wickedly at my shiver, "That's sixty days without my dear," he gently kissed my neck, "sweet," he let out a soft groan and kissed me again, "Neema." He looked back into my eyes with a fake sadness, "Imagine sixty days without me."

I smiled widely.

He rolled his eyes, "I doubt we'll be able to go at it until after the Death Eater event, so really, I won't have you again for sixty one," he kissed the other side of my neck, "long," he kissed me again, "painful days."

I laughed and rolled my eyes, "I'm sure you could find someone else."

"Oh I could," he smirked and kissed me again, but he was disappointed that I stopped shivering, so he looked back into my eyes. "Make no mistake, Neema, don't bother convincing yourself otherwise, I could have any woman I want."

I just stared up into his eyes.

"But," he sighed, "I don't have the time or the desire to get someone new. Besides," he smiled and then whispered, "I'm fond of you, Neemie." He kissed my forehead, "Your personality, your attitude, your reactions, your curiosity, your intelligence, your desire to learn…" he smirked and sighed again, "The fact that you keep your body in such good condition, in such fantastic shape…" He kissed me on the lips again. He smiled with an odd happy in his eyes before whispering, "the feeling of your soft skin, your smell, your taste…"

I gulped.

"Keep a secret, Neemers?"

"Sure," I gave him a look of obvious disdain, "Volders."

He chuckled and then whispered into my left ear, "This is the closest to love I've ever felt. I suppose it's extreme attraction more than any sort of affection."

I probably should have been disgusted or scared, probably both, but I laughed. "Rape?" I laughed, "Raping the sixteen year old daughter of one of your best Death Eaters? That's what you call close to love?"

He glared down at me, "Are you mocking me?"

"I'm just confused," I stared up at him with a small smile of disbelief, "you confuse me, you scare me, you make me want to pee my pants."

He smirked, "Good."

"I also think that I may have small case of Stockholm's for you, but that doesn't change my basic feelings for you."

My darling, sweet lover, Voldie, looked curious.

I softly sighed, "I've already told you once,"

He smirked.

"I like the way you touch me. I like the things we try. I like the orgasms. I don't like you. At all."

He shrugged as best he could, "I'm fine with that."

I sighed and slowly drew my hands from my sides up to behind my head. His face emptied of emotion, making it impossible for me to read him. We stared at each other for a good minute before he nonverbally used a spell to remove my thin pajama pants and tank top. He kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose, the tip of my nose, and then softly on my lips. I softly sighed against his lips and hoped that he'd be fast. His kisses were slow, almost sweet; he kissed me for several minutes before he barely pulled away to mumble, "Open your legs."

I gulped and did so.

"Bring your knees up."

I silently sighed and did so.

He half smirked, half smiled, and slowly slid his full length into me. A small groaned escaped from my throat; it was obvious that he enjoyed the sound of my groans and the pleasure slowly washing over my face. He groaned the second he was fully in me and leaned closer to me. His body pressed against mine, but most of his weight was on his hands. He stared at me and didn't move, so I mumbled out, "…What?"

He chuckled and looked at my hands. I rolled my eyes and loosely wrapped my arms around his neck; I kept my left on the base of his neck and ran the other through his thick hair. He gently kissed me a few times, but he still didn't move, so I just had to ask, "Why aren't you doing anything?"

He half smirked, half smiled while whispering almost sweetly, "I just want to be inside you."

I drew in a deep breath, rolled his statement over in my mind a few times, gulped and said, "That's…sweet?"

Voldemort smirked again and slowly started to rotate his hips in small circles. I gasped and groaned at the strange, but delightful, new feeling. His smirk widened at the sight of my fluttering eyes; he kissed my neck and started to rotate his hips counter clock wise, earning an even louder moan from me. He chuckled in my right ear, "Feels good, ehy?"

I half panted, half breathed out, "Ya—Yeah."

"Do you like it better in this direction, or the original direction?"

"Thi—This way," a soft moan made its way from between my lips, "definitely this way."

He gradually quickened the pace of his rotation, the whole time he watched my face contort with pleasure with a wicked satisfaction. I'm not quite sure what I did that told him to start having a conversation with me, but as I neared my orgasm, he sighed into my left ear, "I've been thinking,"

"Is that sAAAooh?"

He laughed, "Yes, and I've decided that when you turn twenty, I'm going to freeze you."

"Ahh," I groaned and dug my nails into his back, "Fa-freeeEEEEze?"

He laughed again, "Yes, so we can be twenty forever."

I rolled my eyes, "Aww," My body tensed and then shuddered against his. I moaned, groaned, and almost screamed as a surprisingly powerful orgasm ripped through my body. He smiled widely and wickedly while continuing his fast rotation. He watched with nefarious bliss while I almost violently orgasmed. He rode my orgasm out, and once he was sure that I was finished, he started to thrust into me. I groaned out of pleasure and pain; the abrupt change of motions against my sensitive clit and inside of my sensitive flower was rather painful, but mostly pleasurable. I gasped, "Wha—What are you doing?"

He grinned and rushed out, "Achieving my own orgasm."

I rolled my head back into the pillow, scratched at his back, and did my best to breathe. He wrapped his arms around my legs, thrusted into me as hard and fast as he could, and within a minute or so, he came. He slammed his full length into me, tossed his head back, and groaned while he shot his seed into me. Almost immediately after he pulled out, he collapsed on top of me. He softly panted in my left ear, wrapped his arms around my waist, and rolled onto his side. He held me against him, occasionally kissing me in between statements, "What do you think about that, Kitten?"

"Think about what?" I yawned and did my best to stretch.

"About being young forever."

I put my hands on his chest, but he held me too tightly to go anywhere. "To be honest, I'm not quite sure if I like the idea."

"Being young forever, or being young forever with me?"

"Well," I scoffed, "I'm pretty sure we don't have to even visit your latter statement, that's obvious."

He rolled his eyes.

"I don't want to be young forever."

"Why not?" he snapped suddenly, "That's everybody's want."

"Not mine."

"Why?"

"I've planned my whole life on the basic idea of going to school, working hard, becoming successful, and getting married and having kids somewhere during all that."

"You could still have kids—"

"And watch them become fifty while I'm stuck at twenty? Oh no, no, no. I want to grow old with my husband, I want to watch my children grow while I grow, too. I want them to bury me, not the other way around."

Voldemort sighed and played with my curly, now sex hair, with his right hand, "Perhaps my mind will change by the time you're twenty," he smirked, "but I doubt it, so revise your life plan."

I groaned out of anger and obvious displeasure. "I hate you."

"I know," he sighed, not fazed one bit. He kissed the top of my head before yawning, "and I really don't give a damn."

"I know," I sighed.

"You have an eventful day tomorrow, Neemie, go to sleep."

I rolled my eyes and then closed them.

I woke up with a yawn, but groaned and tried to push away from Voldemort. He instantly let go of me and laughed while I almost rolled off my bed. I sighed, slowly sat up, and looked at my clock. We're apparating at ten thirty, and right now it's eight thirty two; since all of my things are already packed and ready to go, all I have to do is shower and get ready. He silently watched as I walked into my bathroom, but I closed and locked the door behind me. I washed my whole body, including my hair, twice. I did my curly hair routine with a lot of care, magically dried my hair, and then magically dried my body. I ignored Volders when I walked out and made a B-line to my closet. I slipped into a matching gold and scarlet bra and thong, and did the Thriller to get into a pair of super skinny, metallic gold jeans. I slipped into a thin, scarlet colored, long sleeve shirt, and wore the one pair of Converse that I didn't pack, my Gryffindor red ones; I didn't pack them because I knew I'd want to wear them today.

Voldemort sighed when I walked out of my closet. "Are you going to miss me, Neemie?"

I grabbed my wand from my night stand, slid it comfortably in my right front, jean pocket, "I sure hope not."

He laughed, "I'll write you if it'd lessen your pain."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm sure that would cure me of all my frustration, misery, and other hard feelings."

"My thoughts exactly."

"Ha. Ha. Ha."

He just smirked. I magically lifted my trunk, opened my door, and looked over my right shoulder. I flashed him a fake smile, pressed the back of my right hand against my forehead, and put my left hand on my left hip. "Until we meet again, my sweet lover."

Voldemort rolled his eyes and laughed, "It'll be Halloween before you know it."

I sighed, "And it'll be November first before you know it."

His smirk widened.

"You know, the part of the day where I leave."

He sighed and rolled his eyes.

My dad, Gaston, and Lucius came to King's Cross with Draco, Drea, and me. Our fathers walked behind Gaston and Drea, who were happily chatting away while walking behind Draco and me. Draco and I walked in silence, but we walked very close to each other. He entered Platform Nine and Three Quarters immediately after me, stopping just in time not to run into me. Our friends didn't notice us yet, so Draco looked down at me, "Do you want to share a compartment with me?"

"Yes."

He smiled and quickly walked onto the train with my right behind him. He handed his trunk to a group of house elves, who levitated it, checked the name tag, and then sorted it into the Slytherin section of trunk storage; I did the same, but obviously had my trunk sorted into the Gryffindor section. Draco grabbed my left hand with his right and hurried us to a compartment that I've never noticed before. He quickly closed the curtains to the hallway and sat down across from me. I stared out the window while he stared at me. We were quiet for a minute before he said, "I can't wait to get out of this place?"

"Are you serious?" I laughed, "I've never been more excited to come back."

Draco shrugged and stared out the window, "Has he told you what he's appointed me with?"

I refrained from bringing attention to the cockiness in his voice, "I've been informed."

He smirked, "Excitin', isn't it?"

I looked from the window to him. "Draco," I breathed, "I—"

He gave me an angry look before he spat, "You don't think I'm capable?"

"No!" I sat up straighter, "I know you're capable of sneaking in the Death Eaters…"

He gave me a curious, slightly peeved look.

I sighed and then slowly leaned closer to him from the waist. I rested my elbows on my knees, loosely held my hands, and looked up at him, "I refuse to believe you're capable of murder."

He stayed silent.

"You are not a murder, Draco."

He was suddenly very angry, "How could you know what I am and am not capable of? If he thinks that I can do it—"

I sighed and leaned back against my seat, "He thinks many things that aren't true, Dray. He thinks that I'm completely infatuated with the idea of growing old, err… Of being young forever with him."

Draco was instantly concerned, but he was still slightly angry, "What are you talking about?"

"He thinks that he'll never be defeated, he thinks that I'll just love being frozen at twenty and living forever with him. He also thinks that I'm not actually in love with you."

Draco was silent for a very long time. I regretted my last statement almost instantly. I wish I could take the words back before they drifted into his ears, before I even—

"I love you, too."

I gulped and looked back at him, "What?"

He drew in a deep breath, looked at me, and said a little bit louder, "I love you, too."

"Re—Really?"

"Yes," he smiled, loudly breathed out of his nose, and then looked at me with a new set of eyes, "I do." I watched as he stood up, took one step, turned, and then sat down to my left. He wrapped his right arm around my waist, gently pulled me to his side, and sighed when I gently placed my head against his shoulder. We sat in comfortable silence, just listening to the sound of our breathing. I moved my head about an inch and could hear his heartbeat. I smiled and sighed as the steady sound of his strong, healthy heartbeat swirled into my ear.

Somehow, someway, Ginny stumbled across us. At first she didn't register that it was Draco and I hugging happily and relaxing into the soft, couch like seat the compartments offer. She blinked a few times before Draco spat, "Well what?"

I rolled my eyes and then looked up at her, "Hello."

She stared at me for ten seconds before saying, "I was just looking for an empty compartment—"

"Keep looking, blood—"

"Stop that." I snapped while looking up at Draco, "If you must be vulgar and rude, do so with your vulgar and rude friends, not with me."

He drew in a deep breath and gave me a stern look. I gave him one right back. We occupied the space in silence, Draco and I trying to make a point with our eyes. We probably would have gone on like that for the remainder of the train ride if Ron didn't shout,

"Oi! Ginny! Di'ya find one?" All three of us tensed while Ron, Hermione, and Harry shoved themselves past Ginny, sat across from Draco and I, and then did a double take.

"What's this?" Harry was both angry and confused.

"It's called a relationship, Scarhead, ever heard of one?"

I sighed while the two of them bickered back and forth. Hermione and Ginny kept looking at each other and then at us while Ron just flat out stared at us. Draco finally cussed out Harry, sprang up, and then looked down at me, "Come on, lets go."

I slowly rose to my feet, intertwined my left hand with his right, and quietly told Ginny and Hermione goodbye. Harry and Ron shouted in unison, "Where are you going?"

Before Draco could turn around to shout at them some more, I pulled him forward so that he wouldn't stop walking away and sang to him, "Run baby, run, don't ever look back. They'll tear us apart if you give them the chance."

He smiled.

"Don't tell your heart, don't say we're not meant to be. Run baby, run, forever we'll be, you and me."

He smiled and let me pull him along and mumbled, "I'll be waiting, wishing, wanting, yours for the taking."

We quietly sang random lyrics while I navigated us to a compartment with Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle. I don't really get along with any of these people, however, they're aware of my situation with Voldemort. Pansy is angry with me since my father crucioed her father, but he deserved it, so I don't feel bad. Blaise and I have been polite to each other in the past; we're not exactly fond of each other, but we're not rude or snippy with each other, either. Crabbe and Goyle pretty much do whatever they're told, and their fathers told them not to get on my bad side; I'm Voldemort's (unwilling) lover, I'm not one to be messed with.

I silently sat next to Draco for the remainder of the train ride. Every once and a while I would have a quiet, almost completely inaudible conversation with Draco, or I would put my input on a topic of discussion, but for the most part, I was quietly staring out the window, completely content with day dreaming.

A/N: Please review! (To those of you who have been reviewing, thank you so much!)

A/N: Cass: I'm glad you're fond of my nick name for Voldemort, Asshat. :P

A/N: lolie lolszx: I threw in some heart-to-heart in here for you. :P Volders has grown a bit of a weak spot for her, ehy?

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A/N: Bit of an after thought, but I hope all the sex scenes isn't disgusting anyone. Voldemort and Neema's whole relationship is based off of sex; if Voldemort and Neema didn't have that, her and Draco wouldn't be the way they are right now. So if you're not a fan of sex, I'm sorry, but it's apart of this story of mine.