AN: This chapter gets a little bit M rated about halfway through, so you have been forewarned. I struggled with this chapter, so I hope it turned out alright...

Minerva spent the morning in bed with Severus by her bedside until he had to leave for classes. After he left she moved to her outer room and read, jumping at every little sound. Occasionally she drifted off, but nightmares usually awakened her quickly. Resigning herself to boredom, Minerva stared into the fireplace, trying to clear her mind of anything and everything. She could hear Gryffindors and Ravenclaws running up to their dormitories, and assumed it was about lunch time. Minerva felt a prickle run up the back of her neck, but ignored it when she noticed the fire had gone out. She could hear the stray footsteps of a slow student, and their cries for their friends to wait up. The corners of her mouth twitched up until goosebumps ran along her arms. Panic fighting at the edge of her consciousness, she turned around, gripping her wand tightly in her hand.

"A pleasure to see you again, Minerva," his voice was as cold and seductive as it had been before, sending more goosebumps over her skin.

"How did you get in?" Minerva was fighting the impulse to run and fight, knowing it would do her no good.

"I redid your wards." Minerva felt a pressure on the edge of her mind and fought to close it, to think of her students, of the essays she had to grade.

Her Occlumency wasn't very strong and Voldemort easily broke into her mind, sifting through her memories. She managed to conceal Severus' visit, and nothing else was of interest. Once he withdrew, he walked towards her, his black robes dragging along the ground. She shuddered involuntarily, and hoped Severus or Albus would visit her soon.

"Students will be coming down the hallway soon, on their way to lunch," she didn't know why she said it; she didn't want to endanger the students.

"They won't hear a thing, and neither shall you."

Minerva stood up, but kept her wand at her side. "Please, Tom, just tell me what you want, and go."

"I already told you, I want you. I have wanted you, ever since my first year at Hogwarts. You were quite beautiful then. You still are. And you're powerful." Voldemort approached her as he spoke until he stood right in front of her.

He reached out a pale hand and caressed her cheek. Minerva shuddered and flinched away from his touch, memories surfacing, only for her to push them back down. With a strangled cry she forced herself to stand still.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Minerva. I just want to love you."

She laughed bitterly, and he stepped back a few steps. "You can't love, Tom."

Something flashed in his face, and Minerva found herself pressed up against the wall, several books digging into her backside as Voldemort leaned against her. She took in a deep breath of air and felt her chest push his hands away from her until she breathed in. He laughed mirthlessly and undid her bun. Minerva shivered, desperately wishing Albus or Severus would come, but no students would. Her black hair fell down onto her shoulders and past, but pooled on the shelf behind her. The added weight worsened a headache at the front of her head, and she squeezed her eyes closed.

"Open your eyes, Minerva," a hand resumed caressing her face, but she kept her eyes closed, wishing for him to leave. He didn't.

She felt his hand leave her face and felt it grace the top of her nightgown. She hadn't bothered dressing, but wished she had. Minerva closed her eyes even tighter as she willed him to leave. His hand moved up to the back of her head and he pushed his mouth against hers in a hungry kiss. Her eyes flew open and she tried to fight back, but he only pushed her harder up against the shelf. Finally he broke the kiss and she took a deep breath as pain lanced through her body.

"You can make this easier, Minerva."

Minerva took another deep breath as she shook her head. She refused to give in to him. With an almost sad sigh, he lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. She screamed, and began thrashing, trying to get down. He only gripped her tighter until she managed to bite his hand. He threw her onto it, and she rolled up to the headboard.

"Crucio!"

The spell hit her chest and pain rippled out. She screamed out again as her old wounds reopened and new ones were created. When the spell ended she took a deep breath and wiped the tears away from her eyes.

"I told you you can make this easier," he shrugged off his outer robe and slid onto her bed next to her, picking absently at her nightgown.

Within moments he had it off, and she lay there trembling. His hands roamed down her body, and his kisses mingled with her tears. With no preamble she felt him struggle to enter her, and cried out. He pushed harder until he was completely in her, and rested his body against hers for a moment. Then he raised himself up on his elbows and began thrusting slowly and lazily. A smothered sob came from Minerva as she tried to bury her head in a pillow.

As he pushed, he began torturing her with various curses, causing her to twist around him. She felt her body screaming in pain, having not been fully healed yet. As his thrusts became more erratic and stronger, Minerva found herself drifting in and out of consciousness. As he hit his climax, a wave of pain washed over her, taking her consciousness with it.