A/N: This scene is not appropriate for child viewing. So please, take caution.

Conception

I pressed my back against the door, gasping a little. This was not my room. There was no carpet, nothing but soft marble flooring. There was a fireplace, but no fire within it. That would explain the chill in the air. A large black bed was in the middle of the room, it looked ominous to me. The lights were dimmed, that is why I didn't see Voldemort immediately when he came out of the shadows of a corner.

"I've been waiting for you," he said in his high, cold tone. He approached me very slowly. I didn't answer; I just turned around to open the door. I opened the lock, but the door didn't follow suit. Voldemort's spine- tingling laugh told me that I was prisoner here. I turned around to face him again.

"Come now," he said, only a few feet away from me now. "Why do you look so frightened? Surely you have not forgotten our last encounter?"

I glanced down at my feet for a moment, before meeting his eyes. "No, I did not."

"Then come to me, my dear Virginia."

I backed away from him into the door again. "No, you stay away from me."

Voldemort frowned, and he faked an expression of hurt. "Do you renounce your promise?"

"Yes," I said firmly. "I will never - ever - bear a child to you."

He laughed again. He slipped a hand into the pocket of his robe. "I think, Virginia, that you will soon change your mind."

He pulled out his wand and pointed it straight at me. I stiffened, I was frightened. He's going to hurt me, I thought. It's going to hurt badly.

"Imperio!" He said. I shut my eyes tight and I soon felt a light, airy feeling. I opened them and found that Voldemort had returned his wand to his pocket.

"Now, come to me," he ordered. No, I thought. But my body had already starting moving toward him. He took me quick in his arms. I was freezing already.

"Good girl," he said into my ear. He smelled my hair. "Do you know that good, obedient girls always get their rewards?"

No, I thought. Oh, somebody please come. Stop this. Voldemort had begun to unbutton my blouse. One at a time. He kissed my neck, my cheeks and my collarbone. Inside, I was screaming for him to stop. And he sensed it.

"What, you don't like his?" He said, sounding amused. No! I yelled from the back of my head. "Tell me you've wanted this for a long time now. You've been waiting, haven't you, Virginia? Haven't you?"

"Leave me alone!" The words ran out of my mouth so fast, I hardly believed it happened. I jumped back, away from him fast.

"So, you can throw off the Imperius Curse. How very clever. Too bad it won't save you."

I eyed him, hatred welling up inside me. "There's no where for you to go," he almost whispered. I looked around. He was right. He reached for me, so quickly that I didn't have time to jerk away. He grabbed me by the wrist, twisting it a little.

"Stay away from me!" I cried as he pulled me toward him again. He went to grab my face, but I bit his hand hard. He groaned and threw me to the side, right onto the bed.

"No!!" I yelled as he dove on top of me. He pinned my legs down, even when I cried in pain. I swung upwards and punched in the stomach. He pulled a face and I knew I had hurt him. He let go of my legs as he got between them and took hold of my arms with one of his hands. He came very close to my face with his and whispered.

"Shh, shh -" I couldn't help but hush. "There is no one to hear you scream. But don't be afraid -- you might like it."

He kissed my neck, moving downwards. I was trembling with fright all over. I shut my eyes, trying to think. But I couldn't. His lips were at my navel and I couldn't stop him. He pushed up my skirt and pulled down my delicates. Voldemort would have his way at all costs.

"Please stop," I begged, my voice shaking. "Don't."

His free hand had moved down to his belt. He looked up at me, an evil grin on his face. I heard the distinct sound of a zipper. I shut my eyes tight, then I felt him jerk forward very quickly. A sharp pain erupted from between my legs and shot all the way up to my stomach. I screamed in pain, but he didn't back away. No, he moved forward again.

"NO!" I wrenched my arms from his hands and pushed downward on his shoulders, but it was like pushing a wall. He wouldn't move. He pulled away a little, and I caught a breath before the jammed himself inside me again. The shots of pain turned to a violent burning. Voldemort's pace was becoming faster.

"Leave me! Stop!" But my cries meant nothing to him. If anything, it made him pulse harder. I screwed up my eyes and yelled in pain.

"Calm down, Virginia," I heard him say. "It'll all be over soon."

If that was comforting, then my name was Monty Python. I could feel his breath on my shoulder and it was soon become hot and shallow. I still flayed my fists against his shoulders and back, and he began to slow down. He came, and it was over. Voldemort pulled away from me and readjusted his pants. I quickly pulled up my panties and pulled down my skirt. Tears were flowing down my cheeks, and everything from my thighs up ached.

"You're a mother now," said Voldemort as he stood up and drew away from the bed. "Sleep for two now."

I was so dizzy and disoriented. I opened my eyes and I found myself in my own bed, back at my apartment. I threw myself onto my pillow and sobbed myself to sleep.

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