Chapter 4

Madaline's P.O.V.

After dinner, my father handed me my cloak and we went on our way to the gates of Hogwarts. When we had apparated to Malfoy Manor, my father held me close and whispered a name in my ear. Barty Crouch Junior... Despite the fact that he's well in his 30's, his name and face still sends a tingle through my body... a sinful tingle. But... why was my father whispering his name in my ear? We entered the manor and Wormtail took our cloaks, then left us. Everybody was mingling about... was Voldemort not here? I looked around and didn't see him, but I saw Bartemius. Just looking at him brought back the sinful dreams and thoughts I had when I was 14. Even that tourtuous night...

Flashback

I was returning to the Slytherin common room, from the ball, so I was in a black dress. The bodice was likea corest, made my breasts look fuller than they were at that age, a beautiful design of beading, and a long, ballroom type, skirt that puffed out, my hair was down, but the top layer had been pulled into a bun, with pieces sticking out to make it look slightly Chinese. I was pinned to the wall by my back, someone holding my arms by my head, by my wrists, and I felt lips at my ear.

"Thanks for the present, Madaline," whispered a familiar voice that haunted my fantasies and dreams.

I shuddered out of pleasure, "Bartemius..."

"Is it fear that compels you to write my name in your notebooks and shiver underneath me?"

"No..."

He looked at me, confused, "Do you not fear me?"

"No..." I shook my head.

"What compels you to act this way, then, if it's not fear?"

I moved in closer, so my lips brushed against his as I spoke the only word he need to hear, "Desire..."

He closed the distance between us and we kissed. His kiss was amazing and I wanted more. What shocked him even more was that I was kissing him back. He let go of my wrists and held me against him, by my waist, as I cupped his face in my hands. He moved his hands up to my ribs and suddenly pulled away. His tongue was darting in and out of his mouth... I got him worked up. He moved back to my ear, his tongue darting and tasting my jaw, briefly.

"Never speak of this," he whispered and stormed away from me.

End of Flashback

Two years later, my hair is longer, I've grown, and now have the chest, hips, legs, and eyes of a woman. He, on the other hand, doesn't look a day older than when I last saw him. He was the image of God... tall, lean, and sexy as hell! Wormtail gave me a glass of Red Wine and my father left to talk to Narcissa. Bartemius looked over at me, right as I started walking into the other room. I took a sip of wine and gazed up at the only light in the room, the moon and stars. I heard someone walk in and the doors shut... Bartemius.

"I've kept my promise," I spoke, not moving.

"I know..." he answered.

"How long are you back for?"

"Not sure... the Dark Lord summoned me."

"Mmm..."

He moved closer to me, "Still writing my name in you notebooks?"

"Sometimes..."

He ran a finger down my spine through my turtleneck and I shuddered, "You've grown so much... matured..."

"That's a good thing?" I asked as I set my glass on a table.

I gasped as he spun me around and pinned me against the window, like when I was 14, "Oh, that's very good..."

"I'm not one for the lovey-dovey shit, so just kiss me, if you're going to."

He smirked and chuckled darkly, "Oh, I wasn't goin for lovey-dovey, Madaline. What I plan for you is far from that..."

I shuddered, "Promise?"

"Oh, yeah..."

He captured my lips with his, but it wasn't soft like when I was 14. He wasn't careful with his actions, now. He kissed me hungerly and I kissed back, hust as eager. He pushed his tongue into my mouth nd I moaned as tongues, finally, met. He ran a hand down my back to grab my bum and pull me against his body as he pulled down the neck of my turtleneck with his other hand. His tongue darted in and out of his mouth, tasting me as he moved down to my neck. I held onto him by the lapels of his leather trench coat as I moaned, softly, at the contact. He turned to the left and sat me on the table, letting go og my bum and turtleneck. He pulled back to look at me, tongue darting out of his mouth, and I propped myself up on my elbows.

"So, tempting..." he spoke, tongue darting.

"What is?" I asked.

"Your body..."

"Then touch it..."

I bit my bottom lip, laid my left hand on the back of his right hand, and slid it up my waist to my left breast. I was breathing heavily as I looked up into his brown eyes. He's touching me! Granted, it's through my turtleneck, but still... he's touching me! He sighed heavily, shuddering a bit, as he squeezed my breast. He captured my mouth in the most possesive kiss ever, all lips, teeth, and tongue. The door opened and we turned to glare at who had inturrupted our snogging. Wormtail, of course...

"A thousand apologies, My Masters," bowed Wormtail, "but the Dark Lord has arrived."

Bartemius pulled away from me and helped me off the table, We adjusted our clothes and Bartemius handed me my glass of wine, then exited the room. I followed right after him, my lips tingling and body still on fire. I went and stood by my father, in the front room; Voldemort was looking into the fire place. Voldemort turned around and took a couple steps forward, gazing around at each of us.

"I'm sure you are curious as to why I've called you hear, tonight," he started, "simple... there's a choice to be made tonight. Madaline, please, step forward..."

I gave my wine to my father, stood in front of Voldemort, and bowed, "My Lord..."

"Rise, my pet... come stand next to me, and face your fellow Death Eaters." I did as I was told, "Do you see this?" he gestured to me, "This is the image of a perfect Pureblood... a sensual, lustful, devious, and innocent creature. Madaline is the only woman here that is all pure... never been touched." Quite a few of the men's eyes darkened at that, but Bartemius' face was blank and studying me, "Just imagen the strength we would have if she were to marry and fornicate, with blood as equally powerful as hers. Which is why we are here, tonight... but I have a feeling that she's already chosen her partner, haven't you, Madaline?"

"Yes, My Lord..."

"Tell everyone who it is..."

"Barty Crouch Junior..."

There were whispers, "Silence!" everyone shut up, "Come..."

Bartemius stepped forward and Voldemort threw me into his arms. Bartemius caught me and we both look back at Voldemort. He sat in his chair and Wormtail gave him a glass of Red Wine. Filthy, disgusting, vermin...

"My Lord..." started my father.

"Quiet, Severus," he hissed, "we've discussed this." he looked back at Bartemius and I, "This is why I freed you from Askaban two years ago, Crouch. You're strong and pure... so is the child... I've seen inside both of your heads, such dark desires. Now... we will bind you two and the more you two do together, the stronger we all become. Fetch the prisoner!"

"Merlin's beard, you don't have to be so rough!" we heard someone cry out.

An ederly man was brought out and thrown in front of Voldemort, "I have a job for you, Mr. Finch..."

"What could you possibly need me for?"

"Bind these two..." he pointed at Bartemius and I.

"She's so young... she must have her parents'-"

My father inturrupted, "I am her father and I allow this binding to take place."

The ederly man nodded, "Is she not to be wearing a wedding gown?"

"Good grief, man," sighed Bartemius, "can't you just marry us, so I can have my wife to myself?"

Voldemort smirked and I smiled at the bit of him calling me his wife. Mr. Finch stood up and came over to us; we skipped stragith to the end. We used our wands to make rings for one another. Our rings were just tattoos and they faded into our skin, when we were finished.

"You may kiss your bride," finished Mr. Finch.

Bartemius gave me a small kiss on the lips and Voldemort scoffed.

"That's it?" he asked, "I've seen into both off your minds. Where's that fire at? Try it, again..."

Bartemius cupped the back of my neck and crashed his lips to mine. I pulled him closer by the lapels of his trench coat and deepened our kiss. When we pulled apart, his tongue was darting out of his mouth... nice to know how much I can work him up.

"That's better..." sighed Voldemort as he pet Nagini, "Narcissa, prepare that cottage on your property, for these two. They need to consumate their marraige..."

"Yes, My Lord..." she bowed.

Bartemius lead me over to a window, in the front corner of the room.

"Did you know about this?" he asked.

"I swear, on my mother's grave, that I didn't know," I assured him, "My father just said your name when we arrived, and I saw you here, when I got inside."

He smirked, "Bet you were happy, when you saw me."

"I don't think happy is the word I would use..."

"Oh?"

"I was... excited... all of my fantasies and memories, resurfacing."

"Mmm... how excited?"

I curled my index finger, indicating him to move in closer. He leaned and I, slowly, ran my lips up his cheek, to his ear.

"It got me wet..." I whispered.

He growled and his tongue darted out a couple times, brushing my earlobe, "I can't wait till we're alone..."

I smirked, "Neither can I..."

"I've been waiting, so long, to have you..."

"So have I..."

Our lips were about to meet, but Narcissa inturrupted. Damn...

"The guest house is prepared for you," she bowed with her head.

"Thank you," I bowed my head back at her.

"Take as much time as you need," called Voldemort, "I will send somebody, if your prescence is needed."

Bartemius and I apparated to the guest house. When we got through the threshold, and into the house, he pinned me against the door. I smiled and laughed as he kissed me, and had me pinned like before. He most love being in control... He kissed to my ear, tongue darting.

"So,"I could hear the smirk in his voice, "you're a virgin..."

I blushed, "Y-yeah..."

"Were you saving it for me?"

"A girl can dream..."

"Bedroom..."

We went to the bedroom and I ran into the loo adjoined to it. I noticed a box on the counter and it said my name. I read the not that was on top of it.

Dearest Madaline,

I never got the chance to wear this, so hopfully it fits you. I hope your night is special. You can keep this...

Narcissa

I opened the box and gasped as I lifted the gift out of the box. It was a, black, leather corset that zipped in the front, and had a, very tiny, leather skirt sewn onto it. It was daring, it was sexy... it was perfect. I left my hair up in the high ponytail and took the rest of my clothes off. My make up was just perfect... I put on the attire, put my clothes in the box, and opened the door to walk into the bedroom. When I opened the door, Bartemius was only in his pants... and he looked delicious! I put my right arm behind my head and rest my elbow against the door frame as my other hand rested on my hip. His tongue flicked out of his mouth as he stared at me with lust filled eyes. I smiled and he motioned for me to come towards him, with his index finger. I swayed my hips as I walked over to the bed, and turned around and sat on the edge. He came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders as he ran his nose up my neck, to my ear.

"Where did you get this?" he whispered.

"A gift from Narcissa..." I smiled.

"Mmm... I'll definatly have to thank her, but, right now, I wanna rip it off of you!"

"You rip, you're buying me a new one."

"Gladly... as long as I can watch you try it on." he whispered, then ran his tongue up the right side of my neck, I moaned, "Merlin's Beard... you taste good..."

"That's only my neck... what about the rest of me?"

"Let's find out..." He pulled away from me and mummbled something under his breath, "Finite..."

My eyes widened, "No!" I got up, quickly, and turned to face him with my hands covering my chest and shoulders. If only I could cover my legs... "Don't look at me, Bartemius..."

He stalked towards me, determination in his eyes, "Madaline..." He took me by my shoulders and took me back over to the bed, lying me down on it, "I was there..."

I sat up, tears in my eyes, "You don't understand..."

He unzipped my outfit, tossed it to the floor, and took off my knickers, tossing that to the floor as well, "How can I not?" he got up, took off his pants,and underwear, and sat behind me. I was inbetween his legs and he ran his hands over the rough skin of my back, my scars, "I was there when he murdered your mother, Madaline. I'm the one that took care of you, when Severus couldn't. I have loved you for years... and nothing could make me stop now."

"How long?"

He kissed my right shoulder, "Since you were 12... it started out as adoration for how talented you were for your age." He kissed my left shoulder, "Then, I saw how much you developed over the course of a couple years..." He moved my ponytail to the side and kissed the back of my neck, the joint of my spine and neck, "and I had realized I wanted you for myself, but your father would never have stood by and watched. Two more years later," he snaked his arms around me and squeezed my breasts in his hands as he moved to whisper in my ear, "You're mine!"

Author's Note: Okay... no lemon, yet. (Dodges objects being thrown) SORRY! But, I will put a Barty/Madaline lemon in there, soon. Review? :3