Lucrezia woke with a start as she saw an astral projection of Hermione watching her sleep. She had underestimated her daughter-she was more powerful than initially expected. This coupled with the fleet meeting between Hermione and the Potter boy via sub consciousness made Lucrezia wary of the shinobi girl-Kitara.

Who are you? Hermione mouthed.

Lucrezia shoved the projection back and sat up. The projection floated behind her body and watched as Lucrezia stood in front of the mirror in silence. Lucrezia couldn't completely seal the girl and that was how the shinobi girl was able to get through her defences. Next time however, Hermione will be sealed so far that nothing could make its way to the surface. Lucrezia flicked her wrist and the candles ignited and illuminated the room, and revealed that Lucrezia had been naked all this time. Lucrezia, since her possession of this body had been subtly changing it, Hermione's once tanned skin had become pale and almost snow white. Her chocolatley eyes now pools of molten silver and the curls of brown had begun to shift to black and lengthen well past her waist. Hermione had been somewhat proud of her slimness bar her wide hips and well endowed bosom, exactly like her mother, and this did not change. She dressed and the astral Hermione was pulled back into her mind and sealed away.

"Lucrezia." It was Voldermort. "Are you awake?"

"Yes." Lucrezia replied.

"Can I come in?" He had become very timid around her, and this initially shocked her, but slowly she figured out why. Last she had seen him was when he was still reminiscent of something human. Now he was a monster... or so she assumed. Men were creatures of pride, so she also assumed that he had become focused on his appearance when she had returned

"If you want." Lucrezia said. The door opened and Voldermort stood in the doorway flanked by Lucius and Snape. "Hello Severus, Lucius."

"Good afternoon Dark Lady." The pair of men said in union.

"Come in." Lucrezia said softly. The room was forest green and illuminated by the candles. She had caught up on all of the events that had happened since she had sealed herself in that diary which explained the piles of books and newspapers strewn across the desk and couch. "I'm sorry about the mess Tom, catching up on news." The books and newspapers were whisked away by a click of a finger and plopped themselves neatly on the shelves.

"A lot can change in eighteen years." Voldermort said. He had dismissed his men but they still stayed outside on sentry duty. Voldermort examined Lucrezia softly and saw that her host body had now altered to her image and she was now the woman that had become as demented and twisted as he was.

"So what's the matter Tom?" Lucrezia asked innocently as she settled so close to him that he could smell her aroma of heat that made him stir.

"I want to…ask for your…hand in marriage" Voldermort stuttered averting his gaze from those pools of molten mercury, but he did feel a cold flush appear at the top of his cheekbones.

"Marriage?" Lucrezia repeated. "You want to-marry me?"

"Yes."

"Tom-I-" Lucrezia didn't know what to say. She loved him more than anything in this world, but she had become used to the idea that he wasn't going to ask. It was so muggle of him. "Yes Tom, I'll marry you."

"You will?" Voldermort smiled with this lipless mouth.

"Are you surprised?" Lucrezia placed her forehead on his own and stared directly into his red eyes. "I am the Dark Lady after all, my husband." Lucrezia said this with a smile that seemed to melt Voldermort's non-existent heart. After a long pause, Lucrezia touched his cold face and he did the same time, they seemed to synchronise heartbeat and thoughts.

"I missed you." Voldermort confessed softly to the woman. He was genuine about this. Lucrezia softly kissed the monster in reply, because she missed him as well. This made Voldermort emit an animalistic grunt from his throat as he pressed further, his tongue now added to the dance of lips and soon after she followed suit. This fiery display of affection continued for a minute or so until one had to surface for air, and this was Lucrezia. She returned her forehead to his and smiled again.

"I can't do that." Lucrezia half complained, half teasingly. "My body isn't up to it yet." But Voldermort was only half listening as he slipped a spidery hand up her skirt and paused when he felt the material confines of underwear.

"You don't need to go all the way." Voldermort whispered as he touched her sweet spot softly, making her blush. "You just need a little." With his free hand he brushed her curls of black hair from her décolleté cut dress and kissed her neck so softly that it barely could be felt. Lucrezia sighed in contentment and seemed to be enjoying it when Voldermort stopped adroitly, leaving her wanting more.

"Whats wrong Tom?"

"Nothing." Voldermort said cooly. "I just can't believe you're here with me."

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Authors note:

Short chapter, I know. Meh, I can't come up with the rest of the storyline until this bit was out of the way. So the next chapter will be more informative. Thanks for reading and reviews are greatly appreciated.

AND a dark lord wedding is approaching….hm…How the hell am I going to write that?