Chapter Twenty-Nine: Dancing in the Dark
Voldemort's POV
She was beyond beautiful when she cried; I doubt she realizes it though. I'm sure she'd stop crying if she knew I liked the way it makes her look. I don't necessarily like her distressed, but I like how she puts her guard down without even realizing what she's doing. I've never seen her weak except for the times that I've taken her, and the time she spends with Malfoy's boy. She's a different weak with Malfoy's boy, though; I like that weakness better than the weakness she shows me. What's she even doing spending time with that boy? She's mine! She belongs to me! I've made that clear! I should kill him; I should kill that boy to drive the point home. I should make her kill him! The ungrateful wench! She'll learn then whom she belongs to. Maybe keeping him alive, but not allowing her to see him would punish her more. Knowing that he's alive, but not hers. Because she's not his, she's mine.
"Master…" Nagini slithered by my bare feet and circled the large, purple armchair I'm seated in.
My eyes dropped down to meet her pale yellow slits, "What?"
Nagini waited by my feet; she knows whom she belongs to, she knows her place. "You could mark her, master—"
"No!" I snapped at Nagini and looked back up at the heap of sheets to my right. Her long, thick, curly hair is frazzled, frizzed, and messily spread out on the pillows, framing her head in the oddest of ways. The mascara she forgot to wash off from the Hogwarts Halloween Ball stained her skin under her eyes, and in thin, long streaks down her face. Her face was empty of all expression, but the way her body curved said everything she never could, everything she never would. Her feet pointed to the wall in case she'd need to make a fast getaway, her knees were a third of the way to her chest to comfort herself, and her back was arched from the pleasure I gave her. I tore my eyes away from her long enough to tell Nagini, "Skin as perfect as that doesn't need anything like that."
Nagini flicked her tongue out two times, "Master… what about the mark you've been researching, creating?"
"Ahh…" I sighed and pressed my fingertips together, creating a temple with my hands. "Later, Nagini. I shall put my mark on her later."
Nagini was silent for a long time; she stared up at me staring at Neema.
Ten long, quiet minutes passed before I looked down at Nagini. "Honestly, Nagini, what do you think of her?"
Nagini slithered circles around the chair, sporadically flicking her tongue out.
I drew in a deep breath and brought my right hand down to lightly stroke the top of her head, "Don't be afraid. Just tell me."
Nagini curved into the palm of my hand while I stroked her, "She's not like the others."
"The others were annoying."
"She doesn't think like you."
"She'll just add to my success. She has an understanding of muggles that I will not soil my own thoughts with, waste my own time on."
"She could betray you—."
"Nonsense!"
Nagini quickly dropped the subject, "Master, why not Bellatrix—?"
I scoffed and tapped Nagini's head rather roughly, "Do you know she really thinks I like her? She's insane. Absolutely, completely insane. And annoying; I can't stand talking to her unless I'm giving her orders. That's all she's good for."
Nagini was silent.
"Besides…" I looked back over at my sleeping lion and contemplated waking her, "Look at Neemie. So fragile, so confused, so beautiful…" I looked down at Nagini and smiled, "She's practically begging to be broken."
To show that she agrees, Nagini flicked her tongue out at the palm of my hand.
I smirked, stood up, and walked over to Neema's balcony. Malfoy's boy was asleep on a chair on the balcony connected to his room. I casually twirled my wand in my right hand while staring out at him, considering breaking the balcony off of the stonewall. I turned my head over my left shoulder and looked at Neema's sleeping position, looked back at Malfoy's boy, and then saw that he's in a very similar one, only facing the opposite direction. I looked back at Neema and wondered what magic she discovered these last two months. There is no natural reasoning behind this; they're not even next to each other, they shouldn't match. I'll have to tell Snape to make sure they're apart as much as possible.
Or I could just kill him. But then Neema might try to do something stupid like kill me, or herself, or Nagini.
I guess I'll just keep him alive, but they'll have to be apart.
The ball starts at ten o'clock in the evening, and I know that Neema didn't sleep very much last night, so I let her sleep in. I can't have my date be tired and lifeless, so I woke her up at eight o'clock in the evening. She yawned and stretched her body out until her muscles shook. She yawned again before opening her chestnut brown eyes to find my dark ones analyzing her rested form. "Take a shower."
Neema didn't say anything, but she did roll over, sit up, and then walk to her bathroom. I heard the faint click of her lock just a moment before warm water gushed out of her showerhead. She took a very long shower; the water didn't stop gushing out until forty-five minutes have passed. I took the silencing charm off of the bathroom while Neema was at Hogwarts. So when I pressed my left ear against the door, I could hear her quiet shuffling and the water running on and off in the sink; she was probably brushing her teeth. I listened in on her and guessed her movements by the sound of shuffling. I was too deep into thought to hear the door unlock; she quickly pulled it open and watched with a small smile as I stumbled onto the floor.
"Just knock if you're really that curious."
I chuckled and stood back on my feet and looked her over. She was completely hairless, which is probably why her shower took so long. Her hair was half styled, and her body shone with the oil like, vanilla scented lotion I bought for her and left by the sink. Neema didn't spend any more time conversing with me; she went right back to styling her hair, so I put the toilet seat down, sat down on it, and stared at her. She curled her hair in a new way; it has grown several inches since I've seen her last, and she darkened her color for the fall and winter trends, but it was still the same brown, not some new color. She curled her hair in large, loose, classy curls that ended at the bottom of her shoulder blades. I ran my right hand against my gradually growing erection when she leaned over the sink to be closer to her mirror. She opened her mouth and gently tugged her lower lid down before sliding on a smooth line of golden brown eyeliner. She only lined the bottom of her eyes, but she did put the tiniest hint of a cat eye. She lined, filled, and then glossed her already pink, medium lips. She paid no attention to me as she put all her things away in their proper place and walked out of the bathroom and back into her room.
It was slightly difficult to walk, but I managed, and I followed her out of the bathroom. I grabbed my wand off of the dresser I put it on, flicked it towards her bed, and watched with no interest while the sheets made themselves. I sat down on the closest edge to her and watched as she slipped into an odd bra and royal purple G-string. She carefully pulled a tube top like garment that matched her skin color over breasts and another garment to cover her vagina and ass. I couldn't help my almost silent gasp when she carefully pulled her costume out of her trunk. She ignored me completely while she somehow wrapped the fake red snake securely around her body. She looked at me over her right shoulder and summoned my wand into her right hand. I laughed after she preformed a spell on her costume.
"What are you laughing at?"
I slowly stood up and walked over to her. I loosely wrapped my arms around her before whispering, "At your charm. Making sure you're the only one who can take your costume off."
She sighed with annoyance, "I made sure only you could take it off."
I was instantly flabbergasted, "What?"
Neema walked out of my arms and into a pair of surprisingly high, red heels and quickly put on her magical fake, matching red nails. She leaned against the dresser I had my wand on and replied, "I'm not going into a room filled with creepy, evil men with almost no coverage without having some form of protection."
I smirked and shoved my hands into the front pockets of my slacks, "And you feel that I am ample protection?"
She sneered at me, "I feel," she spat, "that you won't let anyone touch me besides yourself."
I raised my left brow and corner of my mouth, "You are the daughter of a Ravenclaw."
"Damn right."
I laughed and then questioned her, "Why me and not you?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes as if I'm Crabbe or Goyle, "I can be intimidated, forced even."
"Forced?"
"There are only two Death Eaters I trust, and only one of them will be at the ball."
I blew air out of my mouth and rolled my eyes; her father and Malfoy's boy.
"Besides,"
I looked at her again.
"You'd jump at the chance to kill him if I took off my clothes."
I laughed, "Right again."
She laughed and laughed as if she lost her mind. "I never thought my safest place would be with my rapist, but I guess in a room filled with murders, freaks, creeps, psychopaths, and metaphorical and real monsters, the only refuge from them is their king."
I grinned and blew her a kiss, "Three in a row, you're on a roll."
She smiled sarcastically and sat down in a chair on her balcony as I took a shower to rinse off, put on a lotion that would adjust its scent to appeal to Neema, and slipped into a pair of boxer-briefs that will change into the same color as my skin. I called Nagini back into the room and had her wrap around me. She completely covered my personal areas, and then complicatedly snaked around my body. I leaned against the doorway of the balcony and whispered, "Come on, the ball is starting soon."
Neema sighed and slowly stood up. I held my left arm out for her; she lazily took it and squeezed her eyes tightly shut when I apparated us to the Malfoy Manor. We walked into the Malfoy's ballroom just as the clock loudly struck ten. The only creatures that didn't drop their jaws when they looked at us were the house elves Lucius ordered to serve and offer the guests, and that's because they were too afraid to look at us. The men did their best to rip their eyes away from Neema, but it was painfully obvious that they didn't realize just how very gorgeous Nasier's youngest is. Nasier is a very handsome man, and his wife is mind blowingly gorgeous. All their children are attractive, but Neema is something else. If she wasn't mine she could be any type of model. I really don't understand why she doesn't see how beautiful she is, she's convinced she's really quite plain.
Neema and Draco made eye contact, but Neema quickly looked away. Draco caught sight of me and also looked away. A little, pinkish house elf hesitantly walked up to Neema and offered her a glass of alcohol. The elf said that it was Vodka, but it was flavored to taste like whipped cream, and that there was gingerale and orange slices in the drink. Neema looked at the house elf, up at me, and then took a drink. She proceeded to thank the house elf, but shooed it away before I could tell it to leave. Neema took small, quiet sips while we walked around and spoke to people. She seemed to remember not to speak unless spoken to, or unless I tell her to speak very well, until she reached the beginnings of her third drink. I took the new drink away from her so that she wouldn't make a fool of herself, or of me. She wasn't drunk, but she was becoming buzzed, and I can't have her in public as any less than behaved.
"Voldie," She whispered in my ear in the quiet voice she knows I like.
A small smirk found its way onto my face, "Yes, Neema?"
She bit her bottom lip for a second before whispering, "I really need to use the bathroom. May I go?"
I laughed and let go of her, "Of course, Neema, but come straight back."
"Of course," she saw the other people staring at us and added, "my Lord."
I drew in a deep breath; she knew when to be a good girl. The ball obviously held a lot of dancing, but several Death Eaters kept me company while I waited for Neema to return. I started to get suspicious when the minutes started to go into the double digits, but I caught sight of Draco speaking with his father, so I relaxed. Men danced with their women, the house elves served us, and Draco was moderately nervous the whole time; all was well. That is, until I heard a terrified scream coming from a near by corridor. Everyone stopped dancing, the music stopped playing, the house elves even stopped walking around. I slowly turned towards the corridor just in time to hear the scream again; I didn't need to hear it again to know that it's my Neema.
I stormed away from my small group of Death Eaters to go to the corridor when I heard my Neema scream. Only I may make her scream. That's why she's mine. I pointed my wand at the corridor and shouted, "Lumos maximus!" A blinding light erupted from the tip of my wand and flooded the corridor, making it impossible to hide in even the furthest, darkest corners. The light, allowing my Neema to break free and run to me, startled the dunce cap attacking her; she hid behind me and pressed her body into mine. She was hyperventilating and dug her nails into my back. She did her best to burry her face into my upper back, but then screamed when Nagini hissed at her. I turned to face her, slid my left arm around her waist, and pulled her into my chest. I hissed at Nagini to remain still; Neema either didn't care, or didn't notice before that Nagini acted as my costume, but she's too shaken up to have Nagini taunt her now.
I pointed my wand at the dunce cap and then pulled my wand towards me, causing him to come flying out of the corridor and next to my feet. I pointed my wand up, forcing him to stand up. A tall, trollish looking young man, probably in his early twenties, looked at me. His hair is black, coarse, and is messy, hopefully from Neema fighting him off. His facial features are prominent in the worst of ways, his teeth are crooked and buck, he is ridiculously hairy, and he stinks to high Hell. I gave him a look that could kill a Basilisk as I spat, "What's your name, boy?"
He gulped and responded, "Flint, Marcus Flint, sir."
Neema shuddered against me when his voice reached her ears, "Why," I spat, "were you in that corridor with my Neema?"
Marcus gulped and stuttered out the beginnings of a lie.
I crucioed him and backed up a foot when he collapsed on the floor. "Don't lie to me boy, answer my question."
He drew in a deep breath, "I… I was walking out of the bathroom across from her… She walked out the same time I did…"
I crucioed him again and angrily hissed, "And why did you think you could touch her?"
He drew in another deep breath, "I don't know—"
I crucioed him again and shouted, "Then why did you touch her?"
"She's beautiful!"
"Do you go around touching every beautiful girl?"
"No—"
I crucioed him again, "Then why Neema?"
"I—I thought she was a Veela—"
I crucioed him again for a good minute before I asked with a calm voice, "Where did you touch her before I brought you out here?" All he could do was pant, so I looked at Neema. I used my wand hand to tilt her head up to look me in the eyes. I stared into her large, scared eyes and whispered, "Where did he touch you?"
She gulped and rasped out, "My—my sides."
"Did he try to do anything else?"
She drew in a deep breath and slowly nodded her head.
"What else?"
"He…He—"
I quietly snapped at her, "Out with it."
In a surprisingly fragile voice, Neema told me, "He tried to take off my costume."
I blinked, "What?"
She gulped and said with a slightly louder voice, "He tried to take off my costume."
"How?"
"His hands…then his teeth. That's when I could get my scream out."
I blinked again, "What?"
She stayed silent.
I squeezed her tighter to me, "He kissed you? Is that why you didn't scream earlier?"
"Ye—yes."
I looked back down at Flint's boy and screamed, "SHE'S MINE!" I laughed as his scream filled the room and his body withered and pulsed like a fish out of water. I took the curse off him when I grew bored with his pain, looked at Bellatrix, and with a flick of my wand I banished him into the wall next to her. "Bellatrix,"
She looked at me with a wild smirk and an insane gleam in her eyes, "Yes, my Lord?"
"Make sure he doesn't leave until it's time to eat breakfast."
"Yes, my Lord!" She speedily walked over to the boy, pulled him up by his hair, and half dragged, half walked him out of the Malfoy's Ballroom and into their dungeon. Every creature except the house elves stared at me, so I cleared my throat and pointed my wand near my Adam's apple,
"The daily lesson has been taught, now go back to your previous activities." Everyone shuffled about, doing their best to go back to dancing or the conversations they were having until Neema screamed. I slipped my wand back behind Nagini's front fangs and held Neema tightly to my body. I looked into her eyes and whispered, "Are you okay?"
She drew in a deep breath and relaxed against my body, "I guess."
I wrapped my left arm around her waist and held her left hand in my right. I slowly started to sway us to the music, "Are you actually distraught, or are you just shaken up?"
Neema rested her head against my shoulder and sighed quietly, "Mostly the latter."
"Why mostly?"
Neema laughed, "I'm going from rapist to rapist."'
I chuckled to help her relax.
She sighed and let me lead the dance, "I wish I was four feet tall, six hundred pounds, and had the face of a squid. Then I'd be safe."
I tapped the knuckles of her hand against the wood of my wand, "Don't say such things, I'll put you through unimaginable torture if you do."
She sighed again, but this time out of annoyance. "You wouldn't like me if I was super fat and ugly."
I grinned, "I wouldn't like you if you were super fat or ugly."
Neema rolled her eyes, "Thank you for the reassurance, Volders."
I laughed, spun her, and brought her back into my arms, "You're welcome, Neemers."
After a long time of just dancing, I sniffed her hair and said, "Thank God you don't smell like him."
"I'd die on the spot if I did."
I laughed, kissed the top of her head, and breathed in her sweet scent. "I will not tolerate you smelling like another, unless that 'another' is me."
She didn't respond.
Her silence made me angry; I stopped our dancing and gently dragged her over to Fenrir. I pushed her into his chest while saying, "Greyback, smell her."
His snarl was devious, but it had traces of lust in it. He gripped Neema's arms tightly and dragged his nose from her neck to her earlobe.
I hissed, "Greyback,"
He immediately looked into my serious eyes, "Yes, my Lord?"
"Smell her for another."
"Surely I shall exclude your scent?"
"Of course."
He nodded his head up and down two times, dropped to his knees. Neema's whole body tensed as he ran his nose from her right knee up to her belly button. Greyback drew in a loud, long breath near her vagina before he stood up and looked me in the eyes; he was still gripping Neema's arms with quite a bit of pressure, "She smells of herself…mostly."
I raised my right brow, "Who else? Not of Flint's boy?"
Greyback's mouth twitched in an effort to suppress a smirk, "Malfoy's boy."
"How strongly?"
"She reeks of him."
Neema pulled her right arm away and slapped him across the face. I immediately pulled Neema into my chest and pointed my wand at Greyback's heart, "Calm down, Greyback." His breathing was heavy and he looked extremely angry, but he didn't move. I looked down at Neema, "When was the last time you had sex with him?"
She didn't look scared, if anything she looked furious. "On the twenty-sixth."
I smirked, "So you listened to my letter?"
"I always do."
"Well, if that is so…" I let go of Neema's arms and slipped the fingers of my left hand in between the fingers of her right hand, "It should be easy enough to replace his smell."
A/N: Please review! Let me know if you want the lemon to be in Neema's POV or in Voldie's.
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