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Emma was lying on her bed in her dormitory. It was late, well past midnight, and everyone was asleep. She just got back from her 'date' with Tom, and was going over everything in her mind, shivering as she was reliving some of the things that had happened, that he had subjected her to. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes again, and before she knew it, they were falling hard and fast. She quickly grabbed her wand and cast a silencing charm on her curtains, as she was starting to sob, as the last thing she wanted, was for anyone to wake up and hear her cry.

Because she would be punished for that. Severely. And now that she knew the kind of things he was capable of, that was certainly something that needed to be avoided.

He had given her rules. Lots of them. He had gone over the rules with her, and she was supposed to follow them all. There were some that were more important than others. Those were the 'major' rules. The penalty for breaking such a rule, was greater. Much greater! He had been very clear on that. One of those 'major' rules, was that she was supposed to make everyone around her think that she was happy with him. If anybody would have so much as an inkling of what was going on between them when they were alone, she'd be suffering unimaginable pain.

She did not want to suffer unimaginable pain. In fact, she did not want to suffer any pain at all! Her sobs were getting louder. What happened? Why was this happening to her? She hadn't even wanted him at first, had she? He had been pursuing her! And now…now this! She cried. She cried and cried and cried, until she had no tears left to cry.

She put her hands behind her head and stared at the top of the canopy. She had a tightening feeling around her chest, which seemed to increase upwards, and rise to her neck. It was suffocating her. She had trouble breathing. What was she to do? She was trapped. There didn't seem to be a way out for her, he seemed to have covered all the bases. She was stuck with him. Stuck, until he got fed up with her. Then she would be free…but no sooner than that. Not a minute sooner. And until then…all she could do was follow the rules. His rules.

Rule number one, was to do as he told her to. Always. No exceptions. Rule number two, was to make sure everyone thought they were a happy couple, especially the teachers. Rule number three was an odd one, one she didn't understand. But that didn't matter, she had to follow it anyway. This one was about the Transfiguration teacher, Professor Dumbledore. She had to stay out of his way, she was not allowed to have any private conversations with him, and under no circumstances was she ever allowed to look him in the eyes. Not directly. Ever.

Those were the three 'major' rules. There were other rules. Lots of them, in fact. But those were the most important, and would override any of the others, if necessary.

She sighed. She put her hands over her face, and then she winced. She still hurt, from what he had done to her. True, he had fixed her up, no evidence of her ordeal was visible. It was all gone. But it still hurt! There were still painful reminders of what she had had to endure. She sighed again. None of it had been as bad as the Cruciatus Curse, though! Merlin, she now understood why that Curse was illegal. She had never before experienced such pain, and she didn't think she ever would have been able to even imagine pain like that! Thankfully, it hadn't lasted very long. It was 'just a taste', as he had told her. To her however, it seemed like it had lasted for hours, even when in reality it had been mere seconds. It had been enough. Enough for her to get the message. She had to do as he told her to, without question.

And now she had to go to sleep. She was tired, there was no question about that. Exhausted, even. But she was afraid to go to sleep! Afraid, because if she went asleep, she would wake up. And when she woke up, there would be another day. And this day, would undoubtedly include…him. So she fought. Fought to stay awake. Because right now, she was safe. Right now, nothing would happen to her. She was safe in her own bed, he could not touch her here. So she didn't want the night to end. Ever…

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Tom was in an exceptionally good mood when he got back to Slytherin House. He had finally gotten his revenge, everything had gone just as he expected it to. Well…almost everything. Some minor details. He thought about his blowjob. That had been a little disturbing. He shrugged. That would probably change, though, she'd get used to it. She was very inexperienced, after all! Nothing that could not be fixed, he thought.

But other than that, it had gone very well! She had learned quickly that he was the one in charge, and that she had to do as she was told. He sniggered as he thought about how scared she had been. Perfect! It made him feel good to know that he could invoke feelings like that. She would be forever scared of him now, and would not dare think of disobeying him.

But just in case, he had provided himself with a little insurance. He had spent some time performing Legilimency on her, and had found out a lot. Useful things. He found out who her parents were. And that she also had a sister, a younger sister. A Muggle. They were all Muggles, her whole family, except for her. But her sister had been the most interesting. She loved her little sister! She seemed to be spending almost all of her time with her, when she was at home. He grinned. At home…he knew exactly where that was now.

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Unfortunately for Emma, the night did end. No matter how much she had struggled not to, she had eventually fallen into a restless sleep, and morning had indeed arrived. Her friend Jarinda woke her up, throwing aside the curtains around her bed.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" she yelled at her. "Wake up, wake up! You have to tell me everything!"

Emma groaned, then woke with a start. "What? No!" she yelled, clearly distraught. "Don't! Please… please don't!"

Jarinda looked puzzled. "Don't do what? Light too bright for you?"

Emma stared at her, her eyes opened wide, a terrified expression on her face. She looked completely disheveled. Her look startled Jarinda. "Emma?" she said softly. "What's wrong?"

Then, slowly, everything started coming back to Emma. The whole night…the rules. The rules! She had to follow the rules! "Oh…oh, Jarinda, it's you! I…I had a nightmare…" she let out a deep sigh.

"You had a nightmare? Who has nightmares after spending the night with the most gorgeous boy the world has ever seen?"

Emma stared at her. If only she knew… but then she forced herself to smile. "Well, I guess…I do, apparently!"

"What was it about?"

"Nothing important. In fact, I can't even remember anymore. You know what it's like with dreams, as soon as you wake up, they're gone!"

Jarinda shrugged. "Yes, I guess you're right," she admitted. Then, with a smirk, she added, "But how was your night, Emma? Go on! I need to know everything! What's it like, to be Tom Riddle's girlfriend?"

"You have no idea," said Emma truthfully.

Jarinda laughed. "No, you're right, I don't! So tell me, what did you do?"

"It's kind of…personal," Emma said. "And…oh, look at the time! I have to hurry up and shower, or we'll miss breakfast!" She hopped out of bed, and winced as she felt her breasts sting with the movement, as they remembered the slash she had received there the day before. She quickly moved past Jarinda, who had noticed her grimace, and laughed.

"Too much activity, last night, Emma?" she joked.

"Way too much!" Emma replied, as she made her way to the bathroom.

A little while later they were walking to the Great Hall for breakfast. There were about 5 or 6 girls around Emma, and she was unusually quiet. The girls had been trying to interrogate her, but she had been very vague and they had eventually given up. Emma was worried. What would he do? What would he say? What was going to happen? She felt like a zombie, following along with the group, waiting for the inevitable.

Then, suddenly, she felt a strong arm wrapping around her shoulders. She was pulled away towards someone's chest, and a kiss was planted on the top of her head.

"Hey there, sweetheart!" she heard the voice from her nightmares say, loud enough for all her friends to hear. "I'm a little busy today, so don't come looking for me. But I shall see you later, okay?"

She gulped, and was trembling slightly. Tom pulled away from her and looked at her face. He smiled, and that's all anyone else could see. But Emma could see his eyes. They held a warning. She understood. She forced herself to smile at him, but her eyes spoke of nothing but fear.

"Okay, Tom," she managed to say.

And then he was off. She was alone. She felt like breathing a sigh of relief, but she knew she couldn't. She needed to keep up the appearance. So she gave her friends a faint smile and followed them into the Great Hall for breakfast. At least she wouldn't see him today, she thought.

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Not only did Emma not see Tom for the rest of the day, she barely saw him the rest of the week either. She was pleasantly surprised and relieved by this, but she did wonder. Little did she know, that she had now lost most of her appeal to Tom. He had gotten just about everything from her that he wanted, and so she was no longer particularly interesting to him. He had other, more exciting undertakings to pursue. However, she was now at his service, and he would not hesitate to call upon her should he feel the need to. And if he had a reason, he would.

But this reprieve gave Emma hope, and her confidence seemed to slowly come back to her. Her life didn't seem as hopeless anymore, and she was starting to feel like maybe everything was going to be alright after all. He was leaving her alone, she had her freedom back. Maybe he'd even 'break up' with her soon, and then she would be able to go back to her life the way it was before! She may even be happy again sometime soon!

But then the next Sunday, she ran into him in the hallway after breakfast, and he started talking to her.

"Emma," he said with a grin. "Sweetheart! It has been ages since we got together, hasn't it?"

She gave him a forced smile, but didn't reply.

He put an arm around her and whispered in her ear, "Meet me after lunch today, in my lab. We shall have some fun." He chuckled softly and gently bit her earlobe. A shiver ran through her body. But when she turned around, he was gone.

The rest of the morning Emma was a bag of nerves. She was really uncomfortable. What would he be like? Would she be tortured again? Had she done anything bad? She was trying to study but couldn't concentrate.

She barely ate anything at lunch, and didn't talk at all. After lunch she walked deliberately slow. He hadn't specified a time, so there was no need to hurry, was there? She was so unsure…she didn't know what to expect, and she was scared. So scared… She got into the passage, and walked over to the door that led to his lab. She hesitated before going in. Her palms were sweaty, and she trembled. She took a deep breath, knocked on the door and went inside.

He was waiting for her.

Emma remembered the rules, and fell on her knees before him. She did not want to anger him. "My lord," she whispered softly.

"You may get up," he stated, in an amused tone.

Emma got up and looked dutifully to the floor.

He put a finger under her chin and pulled it up to face him. He smirked at her. "Good to see that you are adhering to my rules, Emma," he said. "I am pleased!"

"Th…thank you, my Lord," Emma said bravely.

He stared at her for a little while. He was reading her memories, making sure she had indeed followed all his directions. Apparently, she had. 'Good,' he thought to himself. The girl had some sense, at least.

"Now, Emma," he finally began. "Make yourself comfortable. Take off your clothes. Strip for me!" He took a step back. "Would you like some music?"

He didn't wait for her answer, but waved his wand around, and soft music started playing. Emma stripped.

"Wonderful," he said. "Very nice. Now, why don't you entertain me for a bit, Emma? Lie down. Make yourself comfortable. Then you may show me how you feel about me."

Emma frowned. She wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, but she did as he told her and lay down on the floor. Then she gave him a quizzical look.

He grinned. "Touch yourself, Emma," he said. "I shall watch. You have my permission to climax today."

Emma looked surprised at his request, but she knew better than to argue. So she did as she was told, and found he was watching her intently.

She was a little nervous at first, and had trouble concentrating. She looked at him. He really was very handsome…if only he wasn't such a bastard! Maybe she could just pretend, for now. It certainly would make her job easier. She imagined him the way he had been to her that day they made the Rejuvenation Potion, and she started to relax. And as her hand was moving, she could feel herself getting excited. She started moaning softly.

He came closer. Much closer. He leaned over her and seemed to be studying her hand as it was moving back and forth. It was a little unnerving, but she tried to not let it bother her. Then he lifted his head and stared into her eyes. She cast her gaze downwards.

"Look at me, Emma," he commanded, so she looked at him. He was performing Legilimency, and when he saw she was thinking about him, a self-satisfied smirk appeared on his face. Then he went back to studying her hand. "Let me know when you are close," he said.

She suddenly noticed he was holding his wand. 'Oh, no!' she thought. He must have some kind of evil plan for her! But she quickly dismissed it. She couldn't think of that now, she had to concentrate. He'd be upset if she didn't reach her goal, and the last thing she wanted was to upset him. So she continued.

As the pleasurable feeling she had intensified, her breathing was getting shallower. She felt her muscles tense up. It wouldn't be long now, she thought. "Al…almost," she stammered.

He gave her a quick glance and moved his wand so it touched her, just underneath her hand, and muttered something. She slowed down her movements, giving him a worried look.

"Keep going!" he hissed. So she quickly increased her speed again. Within seconds, she reached her peak and she moaned out loud. He moved even closer to her, and held his wand firmly in place. Fortunately, however, nothing appeared to be happening. She kept moving her hand, but much slower now, until the feeling dissipated. Then she removed it.

He glanced at her again for a moment, then he removed his wand. He held it up in front of him and muttered what appeared to be some kind of spell, as he was twirling it around. He seemed to be concentrating heavily, and she did not dare disturb him, even though she was highly curious as to what he was doing.

Finally, he put his wand down and leaned over her. "Now, let's do a little experiment," he said, as he stroked her hair. He kissed her softly and lightly on her mouth. "Are you ready, Emma?" he smirked.

Emma gulped. Ready for what? she thought. What was going to happen? She didn't answer, but he didn't seem to be waiting for a reply, and turned slightly. Once again he touched her between her legs with his wand. Then he muttered a spell.

The effect was instantaneous. The feeling she had just had a few moments before, came back in full force, and a second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She gasped, as her whole body shook wildly.

"Ohhhhhhh! Oh...s…sweet, sweet, Merlin!" she cried.

He laughed softly as her back arched up and her head fell backwards.

A few moments later, when she seemed to have recovered somewhat, he leaned over her again. "Did you like that, Emma?" he asked her.

She nodded vigorously.

He bent over to her ear. "You see," he whispered softly. "If you are good, then there are some definite advantages to being Lord Voldemort's girlfriend!"

He chuckled, then leaned in to kiss her, long, and hard. Then, before she had caught her breath, he was naked, and inside of her.

After a little while, he once again touched her with his wand and spoke the incantation. She gasped out loud, and as her body started convulsing, his face contorted. Within seconds he gasped too, and collapsed on top of her. For a while, nobody spoke a word. Then he started laughing, softly.

"Wow, Emma," he breathed at her. "That was…interesting! I think I shall keep that one."

He finally got up off the floor and used his wand to get dressed. Then he extended his hand and helped her up off the floor. "Get dressed," he instructed her. "We are done for now."

While Emma put her clothes back on, he was setting up a cauldron and some ingredients. As soon as she was done, she addressed him. "Tom…I mean…my Lord?"

He frowned at her. "Yes, Emma, you may go now," he said, barely even acknowledging her presence.

Emma stared at him for a moment, recognizing the ingredients he was setting out. The Rejuvenation Potion. Her Rejuvenation Potion! She gulped. He was going to work on her potion. And she was not invited! She felt a pang at that thought. It was her potion, she should be allowed to work on it, should she?

Realizing she hadn't left yet, he turned to her. "Why are you still here, Emma? I said you could go."

"I want to help!" she blurted out. "That's my potion!"

He stopped what he was doing and slowly approached her, folding his arms as he got nearer. "Your potion, Emma?" he said in a menacing tone.

She started getting nervous, and began trembling a bit. "I… I mean…" she stammered. "I…I have worked on that potion for months! I know all about it. I can help! P…please?"

His face inches from hers, he gave her a piercing stare. She gulped. She felt like running away, but she wasn't going to. She stood her ground.

"I don't need your help, Emma," he said, his eyes narrowed to slits.

"I…I know," she said, speaking very soft now. "But I want to help. I mean… I really would like to help!"

He kept staring at her for an agonizing minute or so. Then he finally said, "Alright. Fine. You can help. For today, that is."

He turned around and went back to work. Emma let out a sigh of relief. She was ecstatic! Working on her 'special' potions always made her happy. So she set out to help, and she found she thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the afternoon.

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When Emma came back that evening, just before dinner, Jarinda gave her a look. "Where have you been, Emma?" she said.

"I've been with Tom," she replied.

"Did you have a good time?"

Emma nodded, and smiled. Yes, she did, she thought to herself. Surprisingly enough, she actually did.

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After that day, time progressed in much the same way. Tom was always affectionate and courteous to Emma when other people were around, but would not go out of his way to spend time with her. Never since that first time, did they have meals together again. However, if questioned, he would still insist that she was his girlfriend, and she was obliged to say the same, even though their 'dates' were few and far between.

Emma was fine with the sparseness of their trysts. In fact, she secretly hoped he'd have enough of her soon, and would break up with her. Despite the fact that those get-togethers were not unpleasant most of the time now, she really was terrified of him and preferred to be relieved of her involvement.

The spell he had devised while she had pleasured herself, became the first in a series of many. Some were slow, some fast, some more intense than others, but all of them resulted in an orgasm for her. There was no doubt they were a favorable benefit of their relationship. Nevertheless, she would happily forsake that benefit in return for her freedom. She was growing very tired of constantly having to be mindful of the 'rules', knowing that, were she to break any of them, the consequence would be dreadful. So far she had been good, but she was continuously in fear of accidental transgression.

For Tom, the spells he devised while with her, were his main reason for continuing the relationship, with the added benefit that she was conveniently available whenever he needed a release. Besides, he was perfectly aware of her fear for him and her secret desire for freedom, and it entertained him not to give her that satisfaction. She was not important to him, and all his other endeavors clearly took priority, but he saw no reason to end the affair, and so it remained.