The Ritual
Years have passed since her father told her about the story of the family curse. Merope never went to Hogwarts but, was home schooled. She did get a wand but it seemed Merope couldn't give it real power. Truth was she didn't really care for magic, it seemed artificial to her. There were only two things she cared about: the forest and the painting. She wanted to learn more about the forest because that was were true magic lived.
On a daily bases Merope would sneak out at night into the woods like she did when she was very young. There she was able to practice her magic like making a circle out of stones and make them levitate off the ground about a foot or so. It wasn't just stones she practiced with, there were leaves, sticks, and sometimes animals. The forest was a magical place she never wanted to leave but eventually she went back.
Even though she went out to the forest at night to practice magic there was another reason why she went into the woods. Every night she would travel into the forest to find Fern or even the figure with the Red Eyes. Merope wondered if the red eyes belonged to the Devil her father talked about. But no matter, she never found them which saddened her. Once she came back into the house, she wouldn't go back to her room but, go into the basement where the portrait lived.
Hours Merope would look at it wanting to know him. "Who are you? What did my family do to make you hurt us? What ever it is I'm sorry," she would murmur to it. It was a ritual for her to come back into the basement every night and pay it's respects, almost close to worship. As she got older her worship became desirous. Merope didn't look at him like the Devil but, a fallen angel. She wanted to know more of him but didn't know how. Momentarily, her desires became lustful.
Every night she would go to the basement, she would kneel before the painting. Staring at his terrible beauty, she would undress herself naked before it. "Why wait till the wedding, my dark angel? I'm willingly let you take my virginity," she whispered. There she would lay on her back, her legs spread wide for him to see. By looking at the painting, he looked pleased. She would close her eyes imagining the demon on top of her, kissing her, caressing her, then ultimately penetrating her. It was when she imagined his hard cock inside her she began fingering herself. The first time felt funny but, the more she did it the more pleasurable it became. Once she orgasm she could only let out a gasped as if she was held under water for so long and was finally released to breathe. After her little love fantasy she would dress her self and kiss the painting good night. "I'll see you tomorrow, love," Merope would say.
The ritual of the forest and worship was done until she ran off with Tom Riddle