The guilt continued to eat at me for the next couple of days. I tried to push the incident to the back of my mind, convincing myself that it was just a mistake, a blip, a moment of weakness.

And that it would never happen again.

But Tom was incredibly satisfied by our incident. It was as if he had been expecting it, and as if it meant something. But it meant nothing to me; it was just sex, it was just a mistake that I was now pretending didn't happen. But Tom walked around his quarters with an air of smugness and triumph, looked at me with that infuriating little smirk, and was always hinting that we could have more if I wanted.

"You know, Daisy..." Tom breathed as he pressed me up against the wall of his office, fastening the collar back around my neck. "I can tell what you are thinking about when you look at me. You could be on your knees before me in a much different way, if you like."

I tried to ignore the way my pulse raced when his fingers were brushing against the skin of my neck like that. "No chance, Voldy. Never again."

"You will change your mind soon enough." Tom smirked as he yanked me down onto my knees, looping the rope attached to the collar around one of the legs of his desk. "That itch of yours will grow..."

And despite how hard I tried to ignore it, it did grow; the itch sometimes took over, when Tom was being especially seductive, when I was bored, and even when I woke up one morning with tears streaming down my face after dreaming about Fred. I'd felt so guilty and miserable that I had just wanted to forget about it - and Tom had been there right beside me. The perfect distraction.

But each time we did it, I'd told him that he couldn't come inside me. I was very vehement about it - I didn't want to get pregnant again, I wasn't going to allow him to create his weapon in my body. Besides, even if I did want to eventually have Tom's babies - WHICH I ABSOLUTELY DID NOT - seventeen was not the age for me to do it.

"Tom - Tom - stop - don't want you to - to come inside -" I was slapping at him behind me, slightly delirious after having just came myself.

"Ugh." Tom withdrew, shoving me onto the floor again, and a second later I felt his hot liquid hitting me on the chest, dripping onto the ground.

I crouched there on my hands and knees, panting, staring up at him. He smirked down at me, running a hand through his hair.

"Lick it up."

"What?"

"Lick it up, off the floor." Tom nodded at the small pool of his essence on the ground, and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Do not worry, it is clean; I get your lookalikes in here every day to take care of their master's quarters."

This only made me glare harder at him. "Actually fuck off. Don't force your captives to clean up after you, that's disgusting. I'm here now; why do you still have them?"

Tom had a wicked glint in his eye. "Why, do not tell me you are jealous, my love?"

I scoffed. "You wish. No, I want you to let them go, they haven't done anything wrong! Their only crime was - was looking like me, for fuck sake."

"Oh, so you are feeling responsible for their fates." Tom's wickedness spread to his smile, which curled in such a sadistic way that it made me shudder. "That is fine, my love. I shall... release them from their captivity. And you can take their job."

I tilted my head at him.

"You can be my personal maid, my love... my housewife, if you will…" Tom clarified, reaching a hand out to pet my hair. I jerked back, still glaring at him with utter hatred. "Maybe I will trust you with your restraints off... and perhaps I will source a sexy little uniform for you, to act the part..."

I remained silent, seething. Fine... fine... if that's what it took to free the girls and get to exist in here without being tied up...

"Now; lick up my semen." Tom ordered, his voice suddenly changing back to dark and commanding.

I rolled my eyes. "Could you be any more gross? Why you gotta call it that, my dude? Just say come or loa-"

"Do. It." The words were spoken with a forceful ringing, very similar to what I had heard young Tom Riddle in Dumbledore's memory doing when he had commanded Dumbledore to tell the truth.

I shuddered again, lowering my face. Tom watched me with a dark shadow over his face, his crimson eyes gleaming hungrily. His hands were clenching on the bedsheets, and I knew he was resisting the urge to reach out for my head - to do who knows what.

"Good girl…" Tom purred as I finished, stumbling up. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, glancing down at my breasts. They were still painted white.

"I'm - I'm gonna go take a shower." I sighed, turning on my heel. But a hand clamped down around my arm and yanked me back.

"No, you are not." Tom whispered, his eyes dark and gleaming. "You are not going to wash me off, my love."

"Okay, um… fuck you?" I tried to wrench myself free of him, but he only tugged me closer. "C'mon, Tom, it's gross -"

"Where else am I supposed to ejaculate?" Tom said. "You will not let me inside you."

"Okay, but to not let me wash it off is -"

"You had better get used to it, my love." Tom's grip on my arm tightened. "Until you let me come inside you. Because I know, one day, you will be begging me to…"

True to his word, Tom stopped tying me up and instead forced me to clean his quarters every day, sweeping and mopping the floors, cleaning out the fireplace, dusting, changing the bedsheets and doing the laundry, and cleaning the kitchenette. He'd got a skimpy maid uniform from somewhere; personally I thought he'd gotten it from a sex shop, because it looked like a sexy Halloween costume, but that was just my opinion.

He also got me to answer the door to the Death Eaters that he summoned, and each time Floppy accompanied them inside. The Death Eaters always sneered at me in my uniform, and I glared back at them as their amusement and condescending looks at my stupid clothes turned to sexual interest as their eyes scanned my mostly-bare legs and chest, and how far the dress rode up when I bent over. Floppy always watched the Death Eaters' looks with interest, his beady little eyes flicking back and forth between us.

And Tom had started practising his dark magic with me again, just like last time. Only this time I wasn't interested in trying to learn it; Tom forced me to perform curses on random objects, telling me that one day when I'd came around to his way of thinking, I'd be glad to have learned all this. He also took my blood for reasons unknown to me; the one thing I knew he was doing with it was for dark rituals to enhance his power - I'd seen the pages in one of his ancient magic textbooks lying open on his desk when he slit my hand open with a knife.

"And for the next one I will need the blood of an innocent virgin child." Tom commented to me as he squeezed my hand into a stone bowl on his desk. "However, I cannot use you for this, for obvious reasons."

He smirked at me as I hissed, the palm of my hand stinging. "Fuck off."

Tom put his free hand to his heart in an expression of mock offence. "My, Daisy! It is indeed obvious, is it not? I was being tactful, not spelling it out for you; but clearly you want me to tell you. You are not a child any more as seventeen is the legal coming-of-age for witches; you are certainly not a virgin, as demonstrated last night," his smirk grew wider as I shivered, my knees wobbling; I forced away the memories of why I couldn't walk properly today, "and absolutely nobody could ever say that you are innocent, my love."

"Asshole." I hissed at him, but my hiss turned to a pained squeal as he squeezed my hand extra hard, and a small stream of blood issued from my hand again.

I found my chance the next evening. A knock on the door came; this was unexpected, Tom hadn't told me that he was expecting a visitor today.

I hoisted my sweeping broom over my shoulder and walked over to answer it. I had tried to open the door before, but it had always been locked; I suspected that Riddle kept it magically locked, and Floppy was the only other one who knew how to unlock it, as he always accompanied the Death Eaters. It seemed like the knock was only a formality to let us know of their arrival. Floppy could get in if he wanted to, without my help.

"Move, Weakling." Floppy shoved his way in past me, Bellatrix and Adam and Lucius Malfoy following. "This is urgent!"

"What is this about?" Tom demanded, emerging from his office. "Felix, tell me immediately!"

"Those who call themselves the Insur-" Bellatrix leapt in before Floppy could open his mouth. The demon glared at her; Tom held up his hand before she could continue, and stared deep into her eyes. For a moment we all remained silent, the only sounds in the room being that of us breathing.

Then Tom whirled around. "Adam - tie my wife up. Everyone else into my office, now!"

Floppy, Bellatrix, and Lucius hurriedly followed Tom into his office as Adam Malfoy approached me, yanking my arms behind my back.

"Incarcerous." Malfoy muttered, tapping his wand to my wrists, and I growled as I felt ropes tightening around them.

"Piss off, Malfoy."

Malfoy didn't respond, instead Summoning the gag from a side-table beside the door. Tom hadn't put it on me in a week. I squirmed as Malfoy tied it around my head, pulling it over my mouth.

"Stay like a good girl, huh?" Malfoy said maliciously, shoving me down into an armchair. I glared up at him; the feeling of Malfoy calling me a good girl was the opposite of what I felt when Tom did. I wanted to stab him.

I watched as Malfoy disappeared into the office after the others. Then I looked around. Perfect.

The front door was wedged slightly ajar, as I had leant the broom against the doorframe after the Death Eaters had entered, and no one had noticed in the heat of things.

I got up, wavering slightly due to my balance being off, and moved quickly over to the door again. I turned my back to it, grabbing the edge of the door with my hands, and swung as hard as I could. The door opened wider, and I darted through, wincing as the broom clattered to the floor. I froze, listening; the office door remained shut with muffled voices talking frantically behind it.

Glee rising within me, I turned and hurried down the corridor. My heart was pounding; my palms were sweaty; I panted as I sprinted up the stairs, trying to hold my balance.

The doors to the Entrance Hall were still open. The night sky outside was clear and twinkling with stars, and the fresh air was washing over me in waves due to the breeze. Excited, I rushed over and left the castle, leaping down the steps.

I hurried down the front courtyard and over the bridge, thankful for the cover of the roof over my head. But once I emerged out onto the lawn, my shoes squeaking in the wet grass, I could've sworn I saw someone on a broom swooping low over the Forbidden Forest.

I passed Hagrid's hut, which had all of its lights turned on behind its curtains, and mysteriously, had the faint sound of music thrumming from within. I was heading straight for the gates, shaking with anticipation now, but another figure on a broom passed overhead.

"Ffuff!" I hissed under my gag, ducking. I side-stepped into a patch of trees for cover, glancing around me. The figure didn't seem to have seen me, as they made a beeline for the Lake.

What's going on? I didn't know, but maybe Hagrid had answers. I moved through the patch of trees, praying that I didn't trip and fall over because then I would have a hard time getting up again. I emerged out into Hagrid's pumpkin patch, keeping low and watching out for more figures on brooms, then stumbled up the steps to his hut.

I kicked the door, hard, twice. The music stopped, and I could swear that there was a flurry of whispers behind the door.

"Who's there?" Hagrid's voice boomed out.

Obviously I couldn't answer, so I kicked again. The door creaked open slowly, and Hagrid's nervous face appeared, his umbrella pointed straight at me.

"Daisy?!" Hagrid said in surprise, lowering the umbrella. "What're yeh doing 'ere? Come on - ge' inside, now -"

I was ushered inside, and I blinked around. The inside of Hagrid's hut was decorated with green and pink drapings; a huge banner with the words 'Support Daisy Potter!' was hung up over the fireplace. The hut was also crowded with students; Draco, Louis, Blaise, Suzanne, Shannon, Pansy, Ginny, and Neville's stunned faces were turned to me; Seamus, Lavender, Parvati, Cormac, and Colin all exchanged excited glances.

"'As someone - anyone got -?" Hagrid glanced around at the students.

Blaise strode forward with a kitchen knife, and grabbed me gently, spinning me around. He hacked at my bindings, cutting clean through them, and I shook out my wrists as Blaise cut off my gag. As soon as the fabric fell away from my face, I collapsed into Blaise's arms. I heard the knife clatter to the ground as I squeezed him tight to me; after a moment, Blaise's arms snaked around me too and held me just as tight to him.

"Thank you." I whispered into his ear. Blaise's hold on me tightened slightly.

"Daisy-flower! We thought You-Know-Poo had you in the dungeons! How did you -?"

"I managed to prop the door open." I told Draco, releasing Blaise, and the blond swept me into his arms. "And I just ran out here. Guys - there's people on brooms -"

"We know." Louis said. "Those are the Death Eaters on patrol. Listen - if you need help escaping, the patrol changes an hour from now. We'll be able to help you sneak out when they're changing over personnel. Right, guys?"

There was a general murmur of confirmation among my classmates; all the faces turned towards me were shining with new hope.

"What's even going on here right now?" I said, letting myself get passed from Draco to Ginny, who enveloped me. "Why are all of you in Hagrid's hut?"

"Suppor' Daisy Potter party." Hagrid said, his eyes twinkling. "We migh' all get punished for it - bu' it'll be worth it."

My face broke out into a grin. Here I was with my friends, at a Support Daisy Potter party. I was with some of my biggest supporters, not tied up. And I was going to escape, right back to my boyfriend and my best friends.

Right?