Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

A/N: I have given up on trying to remove the smut, as it is important to the story, and I don't know what is allowed anyway. If I get any complaints, I will remove it.

But please review! There appear to be plenty of people reading this. I'd love to hear what you all think of it, good or bad!

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Tom and Emma walked through the passage back to the school, but just before they were about to enter, Tom pulled her by her arm towards him.

"Sweetie, listen to me first," he said. "Don't mention this potion to anyone today. In fact, once we are out of this passage, don't mention it at all. Not unless we are in my lab. Okay?"

She looked at him and nodded her consent.

"Now," he continued. "We shall come back here later on. We need to check up on our mouse."

Emma smiled at him. She had had the most wonderful time, and she had absolutely no objections to spending more time with him. "Sure!" she replied. "The sooner the better," she added with a cheeky grin.

He grinned faintly and stared into her eyes. He decided not to comment.

When they got back to the castle it was clearly daylight, apparently they had spent the whole night in his potions lab. "Breakfast will have started already," Tom said. "Let's go to the Great Hall."

She nodded and followed along. Before they entered the Great Hall, he kissed her softly on her mouth and took her hand. "Let's go, Emma," he said.

Emma swallowed. Everyone was already in there, and they must have realized she and Tom had been out all night. If they came in together, especially hand-in-hand, they were going to make a very clear statement. She glanced at him and felt a flutter in her stomach at the thought. Well, that was just fine, wasn't it? She was happy with that! She enjoyed being with him. They'd most likely be spending a lot more time together now anyway, and there was no reason why other people couldn't know about that! So she gave him a big smile and walked in with him.

The noise in the Great Hall became significantly less when they walked in, hand-in-hand. Emma smiled, while Tom appeared not to be paying attention to anyone, and purposefully walked towards his table.

When walking past the Ravenclaw table, Emma made an attempt to let go of his hand and join her friends, but he increased his grip on her and shook his head. He pulled her towards the Slytherin table instead.

When they got there, the Slytherins had left a seat free for Tom, but there was no space on either side. So he walked up to a boy on his left, and said in very clear voice, "Nott, get up and find a different place to sit, my girlfriend will be sitting next to me." The boy got up and left, after which Tom held out the chair and indicated for Emma to sit down.

Emma felt on top of the world. He was treating her like a princess! What more could she ask for? She was glowing, as she took the seat he so generously offered her.

During the meal, however, he did not speak to her. He spoke a few words to the boy sitting on his other side, but kept mostly to himself. As Emma was looking around her, she noticed a lot of the Slytherins were casting curious glances at them, but nobody said anything. She was surprised to see that no one in his house questioned him at all, or made any comments about her being there.

The rest of the school seemed to be highly curious too, and many people were throwing looks their way. Even the teachers at the teachers' table appeared to be doing so! Slughorn was beaming.

When the meal was finished, he turned to her. "Are you ready, Emma?" he asked.

She nodded, so he got up and held out his hand for her to take. She did, and he helped her up. Then he put his hand on her back and guided her out of the room.

Once back in the entrance hall, he turned to talk to her. "Alright, girlfriend," he said as he looked at her with his eyes narrowed. He was waiting for a reaction, but she just smiled at him. She was happy. "You are, aren't you?" he asked her.

She nodded vigorously. "Yes…yes, of course, Tom!" she said, obviously thrilled.

He smiled. But it was a strange smile. It didn't seem to be a happy smile, more like a…a triumphant one! She frowned a little, but she knew she seemed to have a bit of an overactive imagination when it came to Tom, so she just blamed it on that.

"Anyway, I shall come pick you up tonight at seven," he said. Then he smiled, and bit his bottom lip in a provocative way. "Do not count on being back early. We shall be a while."

She smiled happily at him. She liked the thought. "Great," she said. "I'll see you then!"

He nodded. "Now go get some rest," he said. "You will need it for tonight." He ruffled her hair, winked at her and walked off.

Emma felt like she was on cloud nine. She practically floated back to her friends, who were patiently waiting for her.

"Emma! You're glowing!" her friend Jarinda called out when she approached them.

Emma just smiled at her.

"Are you going out with Tom Riddle?" said one of the other girls.

"Yes I am," she admitted proudly.

"Really?" the girl said. "You're his girlfriend now?"

Emma nodded. She was feeling happier by the minute. The girls seemed to be in awe.

Jarinda took her by the arm and dragged her back to the common room. "I am happy for you, Emma," she said. "You seem happy. I'm glad you took my advice!"

"Me too," said Emma. "Me too…"

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That evening, Emma wanted to look her best. She had made sure to catch some sleep earlier, and was now getting ready. There was no doubt she was very much looking forward to spending the evening with him, and she was perfectly aware of all the envious glances she was getting from the other girls. When 7 'o clock came, she couldn't wait to get out and see him.

He was already there when she came out of the common room. He gave her a cheeky smile; his eyes were twinkling. Clearly, he was looking forward to their spending time together as much as she was.

They went back to his potions lab. When they got to the passage, he almost dragged her along, as if he was in a great hurry. Emma giggled to herself. He sure seemed keen!

He opened the door to the lab for her, and let her go first. She didn't realize she lost something as she walked past him, nor did she notice that he pointed his wand at the door after she had entered, and made it disappear.

Emma stood inside the room for a little bit, looking around her. When she spotted the mouse, she almost ran towards it. "Ohhhhh," she exclaimed. "It has gone back to its old form!"

Tom walked up and stood next to her, as she was kneeling over to look at the mouse. "Yes," he said. "The rejuvenation appears to be temporary. When the potion wears off, one turns back to normal. I think the duration of it will depend on the amount of potion consumed; I shall have to do more experiments with that. I also have to experiment on the amount of rejuvenation taking place, or in other words, the amount of years the potion will take off of the current age, and the exact ingredients that will influence that."

Emma stood up and turned to him. "You mean, we will have to experiment with that," she said casually, positive he accidentally had referred to himself only.

He grinned at her. But his voice sounded cold, when he said, "No. I meant what I said. I shall take full control of the two potions we have developed, from now on."

She gave him a puzzled look.

"And talking about being in control," he continued. And now his face lit up. "I need to make a few things clear about our 'relationship'." He took a step forward and looked down on her.

Emma noticed the look on his face. It resembled the look he gave her that day in the empty classroom, after their first 'date'. It was when he had frightened her. That memory had faded, but now, seeing him like this, it came back in full force! She gave an involuntary shiver.

"I have let you get away with a few things lately. That is going to stop now. From now on, you will do whatever I tell you, at all times. Without argument. Is that clear, Emma?"

She frowned at him. "Ex…excuse me?" she said.

"You heard me."

"Why…no!" she replied. "What, you want me to be your slave? No, I'm…I'm not going to do that!"

He grabbed her arm. "Oh, I think you will," he hissed. "As my girlfriend, I will expect nothing less from you. Any deviation from this 'rule', and I shall be forced to…punish you, my dear."

He paused for a minute, as Emma stared at him with a mixture of shock and dismay.

"In fact," he continued, his voice lowering to an ever more threatening pitch. "I believe some punishment is in order right now."

Emma's eyes moved towards the door, or at least, where the door had been previously. She swallowed hard. She was feeling scared. She wanted to leave. She had no intention of subjecting herself to any kind of punishment!

"W…where is the door?" she stammered, trying to give him a defiant look.

He laughed softly. "I have removed it for the time being. You see, Emma…on previous occasions, you have left me before I gave you permission to do so. To prevent that from happening again, I have taken some… precautions."

Emma was looking wildly around her, and her hand flew to a pocket in her cloak. It was empty. Her eyes opened wide. "My wand!" she said, her voice unable to hide a certain measure of panic.

"You will get it back," he said. "Once we have come to an…agreement, on what it means for you to be my girlfriend, and the rules you will need to follow."

"Fine!"said Emma, now panicking fully. "I'm…I'm done! I don't even want to be your girlfriend anymore, so let me go!"

"Too bad," said Tom with a smirk. "You accepted the position, so now it's yours!"

She stared at him in horror. "What…what are you going to do to me?"

"You will find out… soon enough," he hissed sinisterly.

"Will you…will you have sex with me?" she whispered.

"Oh yes, that is definitely part of the plan," he laughed softly. "But it will be a little…'different', this time, princess."

"No!" she shrieked. "No, I won't let you!"

He moved even closer to her now, and whispered seductively into her ear. "Oh, but sweetheart… I am afraid there will be absolutely nothing you can do to stop me!"

"But then it will be rape!" she said.

"So?"

"I will tell on you!"

This time, he laughed out loud. "That is not going to work, baby. I am afraid you have dug your own grave! Everyone now knows that you are my girlfriend. And that you let me fuck you, willingly, as recently as yesterday! Now who will believe that I raped you today?"

She stared at him in alarm. He was right, of course…but that wouldn't stop her from trying at least!

"Oh, yes," he continued. "You may be a little…'hurt', after today. I have to punish you for your insubordinations, after all," he grinned at her terrified face. "But don't worry. I will fix you up afterwards. No one will be able to tell what you will have been through." Her eyes went wider by the minute. "But rest assured, that it can get worse! And guess when it will be, sweetie?"

"W…when I try to tell people?" she stammered.

"Smart girl!" he said, and with a wave of his wand, her clothes disappeared, after which he shoved her roughly onto the floor.

So there she was, lying naked on the dirt floor, as Tom was standing, fully dressed, towering over her. "Now, Mudblood," he said, with an evil expression on his face. "Let's have some real fun!"

He was savoring the moment for a bit, as he was standing there, waiting for her to fully comprehend the situation she was in. Then he spoke again.

"Get on your knees, bitch. And kiss the hem of my robes!"

"Your…what?" she said. "No!"

He lifted his wand. The next moment she felt a stinging pain on her back, like someone had struck her with a whip. She screamed. "Ahhhhhhhh! That…that hurt!"

He grinned. "Well, that's the idea, Emma! Now, would you like another one like that?"

"No!"

He didn't say anything this time, just waited. And so did Emma. Then he lifted his wand again, and Emma felt another lash tearing into her back. She screamed again. "Ahhhhhhhhh, NO! STOP! Stop it, please! It hurts!"

She stared at him, as he lifted his wand again.

"NO!" she screamed. "No, don't! I'll…I'll do it! I will! Please, no more! Don't…don't hurt me again!"

He stopped, but didn't bring his wand down. She immediately dropped to her knees and started kissing the hem of his robes.

He put his wand down and stared at her, a satisfied smile on his face.

"T…Tom?" Emma stammered.

"Yes, Emma?"

"Why are you doing this to me? What…what did I do wrong?"

He started laughing now. "What did you do wrong? What did you do wrong? Well…where to start! Alright, let's start at the beginning. You slapped me." He held out his wand, and she felt a sensation as if she had just received an exceptionally sharp and powerful slash to her face. She screamed.

"Nobody, and I mean nobody, slaps Lord Voldemort without suffering the consequences!"

She stared at him. "Wh…what? Lord…who?"

"Lord Voldemort," he repeated. "The soon-to-be most powerful wizard this world has ever seen!" He bent over low towards her and whispered in her ear, "That's me, sweetheart. Your… boyfriend! Aren't you proud?"

He stared at her expectantly, but she remained silent. Then, once again, he moved his wand and she felt that same slashing sensation again, eliciting yet another scream. "I asked you a question, bitch! Aren't you proud?"

Emma had tears in her eyes as she slowly nodded.

"Now, that will not do, Emma," he said icily. And once again she felt the pain strike her face. "I need a respectful answer. And you will need to address me appropriately!" He waited.

"Y…Yes, T…Tom," she said softly.

She felt another lash on her face. "Did I not just tell you who I am?" he yelled. Then he kneeled down beside her and started stroking her hair. His voice was soft now. "When we are alone, Emma, you shall address me by my title. You shall address me as 'my Lord'. Or you may call me 'master', instead. Do you understand that, sweetie?"

Emma nodded demurely, after which he got up immediately and struck her again with another particularly hard lash of his wand, this time breaking the skin, causing blood to appear on her face. "I said, do you understand me, bitch?"

Emma was screaming. "Ahhhhhh! I do! I understand you! I…I do, my Lord!"

He crouched back down again and stroked her face. "Hmm, that's better! I think you're finally starting to learn, girl! Just a little respect, that is all I need, and we shall get on famously. Don't you think, Emma?"

She was trying to choke back her tears. "Y…yes, m…my Lord," she stammered.

He smiled at her. "Wonderful! Then maybe now, we can get on to somewhat more pleasant activities." He laughed. "Well…for you that is, since I quite enjoyed that!"

He crouched down next to her on the dirt floor and traced his wand over the angry red slashes on her back. She was still on her knees, with her head down. She shivered at the feel of his wand moving over her body.

"Look up, Emma," he said. "Show me your pretty face!"

She reluctantly looked up. There were tears in her eyes and on her cheeks, mixed with blood from the cut he had given her. Additional red streaks from the earlier lashes were clearly visible.

He pouted his lips as he was studying her face. He held her chin in his hand. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he said. "Such a pretty face…but now looking so…wretched!" He laughed, as he gently stroked the streaks on it. She winced. He chuckled.

Then he roughly grabbed her head with both hands, and kissed her, hard. He knocked her off her knees as he did so, making her fall back onto the ground, with him on top. He continued kissing her, his tongue ravishing her mouth. She sobbed softly, refusing to reciprocate his kiss. Then he bit her bottom lip hard, drawing blood.

"Aaaahhhhhh," she screamed, as she jerked her face away from him. He grabbed her chin and roughly moved her face back to him while giving her a menacing look. "Kiss me, Emma," he hissed. It sounded like a threat, and Emma quickly realized it most definitely was. Emma's breath stuck in her throat, blood from her lip was trickling down her chin. Once again he pressed his lips on hers, and this time she answered his furious demands.

His hands were ravaging her body. He squeezed her breasts so hard, that he was leaving bruises all over them. He dragged his nails over her body, leaving angry scratches in their wake. He scraped his teeth down her neck towards her chest, leaving bite marks in his wake. Soon, she was bruised and scratched all over. He bit one of her nipples hard, causing her to scream out loud. He laughed as she did so.

Then he moved his hand down between her legs, and roughly pressed two fingers inside her. He scraped his nails over the walls of her entrance.

She cried out, "Tom…please! You're…you're hurting me! Please, stop!" as tears were dripping down her face.

"Get used to it," he hissed. "I like it like this."

She sobbed quietly. Then she gasped as he pressed down on her clit. And despite her agony, she started feeling excited as he slowly rubbed her there. She moaned softly.

"Yes, Emma, yes," he said. "Moan for me, baby!" He speeded up his movements, and she started wriggling underneath him. She felt the pleasure through her pain. She closed her eyes and arched her back.

After a little while, she started tensing up. Her fingernails were scratching the dirt floor, and her breathing became shallow. "Ohhhhhh," she cried out. She was approaching her orgasm.

He noticed. "Almost there, sweetie?" he whispered in a cruel tone.

She nodded breathlessly.

He stopped, and moved back up to her, pinning her down and pushing her arms into the ground.

"W…what?" she stammered. "P…please don't stop!"

He gave her a wicked grin. "This…is for being demanding," he said. "You will not get any release tonight!"

Her eyes opened wide as she stared at him intently. She didn't understand. Why?

He stared at her. "Think, Emma, think," he said. "Think about your…impudence, last night…"

Comprehension suddenly dawned on her. "What? No…No, Tom, please!" she cried. She was so close…she wriggled her body, trying to achieve what she needed so badly. But it was no use, he wouldn't let her. He pressed his body down on her, stopping her movements. When the feeling had died down, he spoke up.

"Now, Emma," he said. "What did you call me, just now?" He sat up.

She looked at him, puzzled.

He was twirling his wand around again. Then, without a warning, he lifted it and she received another lash, this time over her chest, ripping apart the tender flesh of her breasts. She screamed again.

"What did I tell you earlier, about how you are to address me?" he hissed, as he leaned over her.

Emma was crying. "I'm…I'm sorry, my Lord," she sobbed.

With one arm on each side of her head, he moved his face towards hers until he was only inches away from her. He laughed softly as he stared at the crying girl. With his thumb, he wiped her tears away.

"Awww, don't cry, sweetheart!" he said. "Maybe I'll let you have some next time…if you behave!" He continued laughing at her. Then a moment later, he continued. "However…now, it is my turn."

He sat back down. "Come to me, Emma," he said.

She struggled up and crawled towards him.

"Suck my cock, bitch!" he said. He grinned as he used the exact same wording as he had done before. He knew she wouldn't have the guts to refuse him this time.

She stared at his pants. He was still fully dressed.

"Go on," he said. "You're a smart girl. You can figure out what to do!"

She looked at him for a moment, then she started unbuttoning his pants. His cock was already hard and sprung free as soon as she had unzipped him. She started sucking, but didn't put much heart into it.

He bent over to her. "I know you can do much better than that!" he whispered menacingly. "I would put a little more effort into it if I were you!"

She swallowed, and concentrated a little harder.

"Better…keep it up!" he breathed.

After a few minutes, he groaned. "I am going to come soon, Emma," he said. "And…don't you dare move away. You will swallow it. All of it! Do you understand?"

Emma gasped. "What? No!" she cried out, as she let go of him.

He roughly pushed her back down. "Open your mouth, bitch!" he hissed, as he yanked her hair and made her scream again. She gasped. "Open your mouth or suffer the consequences!"

She opened her mouth and he pushed himself inside it again. "Now… keep… going… and… don't… stop… again," he hissed in a soft, but dangerous tone.

As tears were falling down her face, she continued her ministrations, until he reached his peak and spilled himself inside her mouth. She gulped. Then she choked, coughed, and spat it all out over the dirt floor.

He gave her a furious look. "I said, swallow!" he yelled at her, as she sat in front of him, choking and coughing. But there wasn't much he could do now, as most of it was spread all over the floor.

"Argghhhh," he growled. Then he looked down at himself. "Clean me up!" he said. "Lick off the remains!"

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her towards him. He growled in her ear, "And don't… spit… anymore… of it…out! Understood?"

She nodded quietly, still coughing. She did as she was told, and licked the small amounts of sperm that remained off of him. She swallowed, and promptly started retching.

He gave her a disgusted look. "We are going to have to work on that," he finally conceded.

He gave her a few moments to recover as he zipped up and scourgified the area. Then he spoke again.

"Now, Emma," he said. "You have had some lessons on the Unforgivables in DADA, just like we have. Right?"

Emma nodded slowly.

He sat next to her and stroked her face. "Did Professor Merrythought show you the pictures of those people that were being tortured with the Cruciatus Curse?"

She nodded again.

He laughed softly, as he moved his face closer to hers. "So what did you think, my sweet little girlfriend?"

She stared at him, puzzled.

"Their faces," he breathed at her, as she could feel an intense excitement building up from him and radiating from his eyes. "How did they look?"

She swallowed hard. "L…like they were in pain," she stammered.

"In pain?" he whispered in a sarcastic tone, as he gave her a sick smile. "They were beyond pain, sweetie! Their faces were contorted so horribly, it was like…it was like they were barely even alive anymore!" He stared at her, his face inches away from her, still smiling that smile. He was looking at her as if he was contemplating something…fantasizing, even. He looked…aroused. He started playing with her hair.

"You know, sweetie," he spoke very, very soft now. "I wonder…" He chuckled softly. "I wonder how… your…pretty face… would look…"

She gasped, and automatically recoiled. Her eyes opened wide. He didn't…he wasn't considering…

The hand that was stroking her hair, stopped moving and hovered in the air, as she moved away from him. She hadn't moved far, maybe just an inch, at the shock of his suggestion. His smile disappeared. The excitement in his eyes, however, appeared even more evident.

"What is this, Emma?" he continued, still in that soft, ominous kind of tone. "Are you pulling away from me?"

Emma didn't say anything. She just stared at him. Her eyes were opened as wide as they could possibly go, her breathing had become fast and shallow, every inch of every muscle in her body seemed to have tensed up. An overwhelming feeling of dread was coming over her, overpowering her, seeping into the very heart of her being. She was unable to talk.

His eyes narrowed. His voice became even softer. "Emma," he hissed, barely audible. "You will not pull away from me. Ever!"

He got up and twirled his wand around in his hands and stared at her, once again smiling. Emma gasped as a red glow was lighting up his eyes. Emma was scared. She felt a fear that was beyond anything she had ever experienced before. And then he spoke the word. Just one tiny, simple word. But the effect of which, she would never, ever forget, as long as she lived…

"Crucio."