TITLE: The Lord and his Lady
SUMMARY: Anastasia had never thought she would fall in love. She had never thought that she would fall in love with the person who murdered her parents. She had always been dark. She knew and accepted that. But was she so dark as to become the first Dark Lady since Morgana Le Fay and rule alongside the most ruthless Dark Lord since his notorious ancestor Salazar Slytherin?
MAIN PAIRING: Anastasia Persephone Potter (FemHarry) x Tom Riddle Jr./Lord Voldemort
GENRES: Drama & Romance
RATING: Rated M for safety and for likely future lemons
"Normal Speech"
Thoughts
~Parseltongue~
Last Time:
She tried not to glare at the annoying Weasley twins. She would enjoy killing them too especially if they thought that her living conditions at the Dursleys were a laughing matter. They simply could never be serious, could they? And no doubt the sheep below, had been reassured by Dumbledore that she was simply exaggerating her situation at the Dursleys. And Tom had wondered why she had decided to join him.
Chapter 4: Hogwarts Year Five - Part 1
The still slightly grimy interior of the family home of the Noble House of Black (Toujours Pur!); Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was in utter chaos. The innumerable number of Weasleys were rushing around frantically, trying to get everything packed and get dressed in record breaking time. Even Hermione who previously used to pack the day before, was rushing around working herself into a tizzy. It was already forty past ten, and the Hogwarts Express departed from Platform Nine and Three Quarters at exactly a minute past eleven. Through all of this, a neatly packed and dressed Anastasia Potter sat on the first floor landing watching the ongoing chaos with no small amount of amusement. She watched, feeling enormous satisfaction when a quick and undetectable (thanks to the Fidelius Charm) tripping hex later, the know-it-all mudblood crying out in pain as she hit her head hard against the floor, her arms so full of heavy tomes they were of no use in cushioning her fall.
She idly twirled her wand about in her hand, bored out of her mind, and then suddenly something hard drove itself into the small of her back with such force that it knocked the air clean out of her lungs and shoved her headfirst down the stairs towards the hard, mahogany wooded floor where she landed hard, feeling enormous pain flood into both her wrists as she landed on her palms. That dulled considerably however, when compared to the agony she felt as her left knee hit the floor. She heard an audible CRACK! and a searing pain shot up her thigh till her stomach. Groaning, she rolled over onto her back completely winded, her breath coming in short ragged gasps.
The reason why she had fallen became apparent when two heavily laden Hogwarts trunks flew over her and landed in the living room. Only two Hogwarts going people were capable of doing magic without fear of the Ministry and their names were Fred and George Weasley. Granted, the Fidelius prevented the Ministry from tracking their wands, no one but the 'responsible and trustworthy adults' and she knew that.
She winced as she accidentally put weight on her broken leg, cursing the twin Weasleys as loud as she could. She heard the thick velvet curtains next to her slide open with a bang, and winced again as Sirius' dear old mum Walburga Black's portrait began screeching – "FILTHY HALF-BREEDS BESMIRCHING THE NOBLE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS-", she couldn't get any further as the Weasley Matriarch had silenced her with a wave of her wand.
Hearing the repeated thumping noise of wood on wood, she turned her head to the side just in time to see Mady-Eye Moody wave his wand making her cry out as her shattered leg was repaired, the fragmented pieces of bone shifting back into place before joining together with a small POP! sound, allowing her to sit up and try to regain her breath.
Meanwhile, Molly was yelling her lungs out at the sheepish looking twins. "WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING YOU IDIOTS? YOU COULD HAVE DONE HER A SERIOUS INJURY YOU ABSOLUTE MORONS!" With that she stomped out of there not giving Anastasia another glance.
Nice to see that she cares so much about me, she thought dryly. Honestly, what kind of adult doesn't think a shattered knee isn't a serious injury?
Anastasia had no doubt whatsoever that had she been one of Molly's own kids (she shuddered in disgust at that thought) like Ginny, Molly would have torn 'Gred and Forge' a new one. Here instead, they had been let of with a scolding, before Molly had scurried back into her precious kitchen. It also hadn't escaped her notice that not once had she been asked about her wellbeing.
She got up gingerly and gave the annoying Weasley twins her trademark death glare, making them flinch slightly as she crowed internally while silently promising vengeance.
The walk or rather run to King's Cross Station was pretty uneventful, although Mad-Eye was grumbling the whole way about Sturgis Podmore not showing up and vowing to report him to Dumbledore.
Anastasia kept quiet knowing exactly where Podmore was and what he was (albeit under an Imperius) being instructed to do. With no small amount of jealousy, she realized that Bella was probably having fun torturing him all day. Especially considering the Imperius took hold on the victim whether or not he or she was sane.
They had no sooner stepped onto the Hogwarts Express from Platform Nine and Three Quarters having endured curious looks from the Muggles at King's Cross thanks to their attire and owls, that it began moving with a slight jerk causing them to all grab onto each other for support. While, Fred and George went of in search of their friend and partner-in-crime Lee Jordan, Anastasia turned towards Ron and Hermione. "Coming?" she asked them innocently, injecting just the right amount of naivety and hope into her tone, delighting when the two looked uncomfortable and exchanged not-so-discreet awkward looks with each other.
Ron and Hermione had been made the fifth-year prefects by old man Dumbledore, probably as part of his 'master plan' which would have poor, abused, neglected and unloved Anastasia who was thirsty for recognition however slight, doing everything she could to get into his good graces and earn his approval. Unfortunately for him though, Anastasia had absolutely no desire to become prefect and was anything but a rash Gryffindor desperate to be in the spotlight. She was a Slytherin in mind and heart, and was sneakier and more cunning than most other Slytherins. Good Slytherins never entered the spotlight, unless it would benefit them, instead content with staying in the shadows and manipulating others to do their bidding. A classic example of this was that although Fudge was officially the Minister for Magic, anyone with an ounce of common sense knew that it was Lucius Malfoy who was pulling the strings on his Ministerial Puppet. Speaking of which, Tom had told her that the Senior Under-Secretary to the Minister, Dolores Umbridge was coming to Hogwarts as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. She felt the package tucked neatly away inside an inner pocket in the robes she was currently wearing, she had been sent just before the Order took her from Durzkaban get slightly heavier. Dolores Umbridge would be a good spy in the Ministry's ranks for the Death Eaters.
Anastasia laughed giddily to herself as she entered an empty compartment, brushing some non-existent dust from her seat. The youngest Weasley and the first female Weasley in generations took a seat beside her, much to her displeasure.
Ron and Hermione's reaction to her 'innocent' question had been highly entertaining as they stuttered awkwardly telling…no trying to tell her that the Prefects had a separate compartment to themselves and that they were supposed to report there immediately. They had practically stumbled over each other, trying to get away from her 'disappointed' expression.
She felt so..naughty messing with their minds. It was so much fun!
As her fellow fifth year peer Neville Longbottom (an abysmal near-squib wizard) sat across from her, she let her mind wander to the plan she and Tom had cooked up directly concerning Umbridge and indirectly, the Ministry and Hogwarts all the while keeping her Occlumency Shields at maximum and pretending not to see Neville trying not to ogle the cleavage she knew was visible thanks to her slightly parted robes. She shifted slightly as though to get comfortable but ensuring that her robes fell shut obscuring Neville's view making him look slightly relieved and disappointed at the same time, but she paid him no more thought. In her (totally unbiased) opinion, teenage boys thought of nothing else other than food, quidditch and sex. Although, she mused as she saw Neville now staring at a totally oblivious Ginny's chest, she might not be that wrong after all.
She knew that all the straight boys at Hogwarts had a crush on her and would give an arm to get into her knickers. Her and Daphne Greengrass were generally regarded as the Ice Queens of Hogwarts and rumors ran rampant that they both were gay, transgender and other stuff that only perverted immature boys could cook up.
The real reason Anastasia at least, turned down all date offers from boys was that she didn't trust them. The only male she trusted was Tom as annoying as he could sometimes be. If any male had a chance of getting her into his bed, it was Tom.
They sat like that for two whole hours with Ginny leaning sleepily against the wall, Anastasia staring aimlessly out of the window, thinking up ways to obtain the prophecy and Neville staring fondly at a pulsating plant in his hands, which he had produced from his bag that looked like a diseased organ. Anastasia didn't know what it was, and frankly didn't care. The snacks trolley came by, and the two perfect prefects still hadn't turned up. Molly Weasley had made them all some sandwiches, but she knew from experience that it would be completely dry and corned beef so when no one was looking, she had casually chucked them out the window.
She bought two boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, a dozen Chocolate Frogs, and around thirty Licorice Wands, which she stashed away in her trunk for later. Ron and Hermione didn't return from patrols until a whole twenty minutes after the snacks trolley had passed and all the snacks (read: sweets) were over, leaving the two starving prefects with just the every flavour beans nobody else wanted. Anastasia couldn't help the smirk that formed on her face when Ron popped an olive oil coloured one into his mouth and bit into it, only to gag and spit it back out much to everyone's disgust. Apparently, human taste buds, didn't respond well to the taste of castor oil. Hermione wisely declined after that, much to everyone's amusement.
As Anastasia stepped off the Hogwarts Express, instead of the familiar call of "Firs' years! Firs' years over 'ere" by the half-giant Hagrid, she instead heard a slightly less deep voice shouting commandingly; "First years line up over here please! All first years to me!" It appeared to be Professor Kettleburn who had retired at the start of their third year. "Where do you suppose Hagrid is?" asked Ron worriedly. Hermione frowned. "Maybe he's still on that 'errand' he mentioned last year for Dumbledore."
"Yeah, but shouldn't he have returned by now?" argued Ron. Unknown to him behind his back, Anastasia and Hermione shared an exasperated eye-roll.
Anastasia tuned them out. She frankly didn't care what happened to that...thing. He was too loyal to Dumbledore for her tastes. Halfway to an empty carriage, she stopped in her tracks as she noticed the skeletal horses which were attached to the carriages. Thestrals. She wondered why she could see them now and not before, but the answer came to her almost immediately. She had seen Pettigrew die. A giddy smile broke out on her face as she remembered everything that had happened. Pettigrew's screams had been delicious. The terror in his eyes as he died at her hands...she smirked in sick satisfaction.
She moved forward, and quietly slipped into the carriage in which the youngest Weasleys, Granger and Longbottom were already sitting, settling with a pleased sigh into the plush leather seats. They made their way up to Hogwarts, Anastasia smiling genuinely at the sight of the large castle with all its lights blazing. For both Tom and her, Hogwarts had been their safe refuge away from their own hells which was why it was unbearable for them to think of it being under Dumbledore's and Light's thumbs. Which was why if everything went as planned, not only would Hogwarts be as good as under their thumb, but they would also have an inside source in the Minister of Magic's office.
They entered the Great Hall and took their seats as nervous first years trooped in through the double doors, with Professor McGonagall scolding the stragglers. A girl who was unusually tall for her age, was trembling so much, her soon to be peers were inching away from her. The Sorting Hat was carried in, and as always the whole school stared at it as a rip opened near the brim and it began to sing;
In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning,
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach!"
The four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
Whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name,"
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A House in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the Houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But then discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with dueling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the Houses been united
As they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you...
Let the Sorting now begin.
The Hat went motionless again and whispers spread throughout the entire hall at the Sorting Hat's warning although they quickly died down at the scorching look McGonagall was shooting them. She unfurled a scroll and began reading out names.
"Abercrombie, Euan!" A nervous and twitchy looking boy made his way up to the stool and pulled the Sorting Hat over his head. It was apparent that the only thing stopping it from sliding down till his shoulders were his two very prominent ears. The Hat twitched on his head for a few seconds before it yelled out; "GRYFFINDOR!"
The boy made his way to the applauding Gryffindor table looking absolutely terrified. Weren't Gryffindors supposed to be brave?
Even the tall, trembling girl Anastasia had noticed earlier who turned out to be "Anderson, Cathy!" was sorted into Gryffindor.
The Sorting continued like that until "Zeller, Rose" was sorted into Slytherin and the Sorting Hat was carried away. Gryffindor House had gained seven new students; three boys and four girls.
Dumbledore stood up and spread his hands. "To all our new students, Welcome! And to all our returning ones; Welcome back! I am sure you are all hungry and while there is a time for speech making, this is clearly not it. So, tuck in!" There was some appreciative laughter and clapping as mutters started up all over the hall as the food appeared and Dumbledore sat down and neatly threw his long white beard over his shoulder to keep it out of his food much to everybody's amusement.
Suddenly while eating, Ron exclaimed; "Who's that?" he asked pointing rather rudely. People followed his finger. They lit first upon Professor Dumbledore, sitting in his high-backed golden chair at the centre of the long staff table, wearing deep-purple robes scattered with silvery stars and a matching hat. Dumbledore's head was inclined towards the woman sitting next to him, who was talking into his ear. She looked like somebody's maiden aunt: squat and short, with short curly mouse-brown hair in which she had placed a horrible pink Alice band that matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robes. Then she turned her face slightly to take a sip from her goblet and they saw a pallid, toadlike face and a pair of prominent, pouchy eyes.
Hermione grimaced in disgust. "No idea."
Dean laughed. "I like her cardigan."
When the food had vanished from the tables, Dumbledore stood again. "Now that we are all well-fed and watered, I have a few Start of Term Notices to give out. The Quidditch Cup will take place this year. You may contact your House Captain for details of the tryouts. Also, first years ought to note that the Forbidden Forest on the grounds is, as its name suggests; forbidden, and a few of our older students ought to know that by now too." Ron and Hermione smirked at Anastasia who rolled her eyes at them, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear turned back to Dumbledore.
"We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical Creatures lessons;and we are also delighted to introduce Professor Dolores Umbridge, our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."
There was a round of polite but fairly unenthusiastic applause, during which Ron and Hermione exchanged slightly panicked looks; Dumbledore had not said for how long Grubbly-Plank would be teaching.
"Also this year-" but he broke off suddenly and turned to look at Professor Umbridge enquiringly. As she was not much taller standing than sitting, there was a moment when nobody understood why Dumbledore had stopped talking, but when Professor Umbridge cleared her throat; "Hem! Hem!", it became clear that she had gotten to her feet and was intending to make a speech.
Dumbledore only looked taken aback for a moment, then he sat down smartly and looked alertly at Professor Umbridge as though he desired nothing better than to listen to her talk. Other members of staff were not as adept at hiding their surprise. Professor Sprout's eyebrows had disappeared into her flyaway hair and Professor McGonagall's mouth was as thin as anyone had ever seen it. No new teacher had ever interrupted Dumbledore before. Many of the students were smirking; this toad obviously did not know how things were done at Hogwarts.
"Thank you, Headmaster," Professor Umbridge simpered, "for those kind words of welcome." Her voice was high-pitched, breathy and little-girlish. She gave another little throat-clearing cough ("Hem! Hem!") and continued.
"Well, it is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say!" She smiled, revealing very pointed teeth. "And to see such happy little faces looking up at me!"
Anastasia glanced around smirking openly. Nobody in the Great Hall looked happy. On the contrary, they all looked rather taken aback at being addressed as though they were five years old.
"I am very much looking forward to getting to know you all and I'm sure we shall all be very good friends!"
Students exchanged looks at this; some of them were barely concealing grins.
"I'll be her friend as long as I don't have to borrow that cardigan," Anastasia heard Parvati whispering to Lavender, and she rolled her eyes as both of them lapsed into silent giggles.
Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again ("Hem! Hem!"), but when she continued, some of the breathiness had vanished from her voice. She sounded much more businesslike and now her words had a dull learned-by-heart sound to them like Binns giving a lecture on Giant Wars and Goblin rebellions.
"The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the wizarding community must be passed down the generations lest we lose them for ever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching."
Professor Umbridge paused here and made a little bow to her fellow staff members, none of whom bowed back or so much as nodded their heads at her. Professor McGonagall's dark eyebrows had contracted so that she looked positively hawklike, and Harry distinctly saw her exchange a significant glance with Professor Sprout as Umbridge gave another little "Hem! Hem!" and went on with her speech.
"Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering." Anastasia rolled her eyes at this. It was the classic Mudblood and bloodtraitor mentality; 'If it ain't broke, it don't need to be fixed.'
Meanwhile, the quiet that always filled the Hall when Dumbledore was speaking was breaking up as students put their heads together, whispering and giggling. Professor Umbridge did not seem to notice the restlessness of her audience. Anastasia had the impression that a full-scale riot could have broken out under her nose and she would have ploughed on relentlessly with her speech.
"A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation because some changes will be for the better, while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognised as errors of judgement. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited."
Anastasia smirked as Umbridge sat back down. Everything was happening exactly as Lucius had predicted and the Ministry was interfering at Hogwarts. No doubt Lucius would be rewarded. Soon, there would be a nice little Cold War between the Ministry and the Light, and while they were weak and divided, the Dark would swoop in and destroy Dumbledore, effectively neutering not just the Order of the Phoenix, but also the Wizengamot as well as to some extent; the ICW. She wondered which Slytherin had been given the task of fixing the broken Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement.
The staff and Dumbledore clapped, and a few students joined in, but most had been taken unawares by the end of the speech, not having listened to more than a few words of it, and before they could start applauding properly, Dumbledore had stood up again.
"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, that was most illuminating," he said, bowing to her.
"Yes it most certainly was", muttered Hermione.
"Was it?", asked Ron oblivious as always. "Sounded like a load of waffle to me.
"There was a lot of important stuff hidden in the waffle", interjected Anastasia grimly.
"Now, as I was saying; this year, the Hogwarts InterHouse Dueling Tournament is being re-instated. It will be-" He was cut off yet again as whispers and murmurs broke out all over the hall and it took several bangs from Dumbledore's wand to quiet them back down. "As I was saying; the tournament will be open only to fifth years and above", he paused here and glared at the students daring them to argue. No one was foolhardy enough to try. "There will be a composite prize consisting of a trophy, a prize of twenty galleons and 150 house points, for fifth, sixth and seventh year champions each. The winners of these prizes will then do battle for the title of the Reigning Hogwarts Dueling Champion, a prize of fifty galleons and 300 house points. A word of warning to the overconfident; this tournament was previously discontinued in 1761 due to the fact that many students were mutilated permanently and some killed as Dark Magic, barring the Unforgivables was allowed." Gasps rang throughout the hall and Anastasia listened intently. "This time also, in keeping with tradition,Light, Neutral and Dark Magic will be allowed. No lethal or permanent spells and curses will be permitted. Lopping off body parts will result in a full trial in front of the Wizengamot for attempted manslaughter. Usage of Unforgivables will earn you a one way cruise on the English Channel to Azkaban. Only ten people may contest from each year and they will be chosen by the teachers on merit. You may give your names to Professor Umbridge if you wish to sign up. Now, I won't bore you any longer and insist you make your way to bed. Now, off you trot. Chop chop."
"I'm signing up", hissed Ron excitedly while Hermione frowned. "I'm not. Our OWLs are coming up and I unlike you care about my studies." Anastasia sighed. "I care about my studies too Hermione and I'm signing up." When Hermione opened her mouth to argue, Anastasia cut her off. "If memory serves me right, you need to show the first years the way to the common room."
Hermione broke off with a startled gasp that turned to outrage when Ron called out; "Midgets! Ickle firsties! Over here!" Snickers echoed up and down the Gryffindor Table as the blushing first years made their way up to where a pissed off Hermione was yelling at a sheepish looking Ron. Asking a sixth year prefect for the password ("Baubles"), Anastasia strolled into the entrance hall where she made her way up to the Gryffindor Common Room all the while ignoring the whispers and pointing from the first and second years.
She entered her familiar dormitory where her trunk was on the floor next to the door which she dragged to her bed, which was nearest the window and the furthest from both the bathroom and the entrance. She kicked off her shoes and took out the slender rectangular, velvet covered box that Tom had given her, placing it along with Tom's diary in the upper drawer of her bedside table which she sealed with a Parselmagick spell. She chucked her wand holster onto the table, and with a flick of her wand, her robes slid smoothly off her body. She got into bed, sighing in pleasure as she realized that the house elves had warmed her sheets and mattress for her. Whoever said house elves were useless should be crucified. Her robes meanwhile, had flown into the bathroom where they hung themselves neatly on a peg where the house elves would collect them from to clean and iron them.
Pulling the covers up to her chin, Anastasia sealed the curtains with the same Parselmagick spell as before as well as a Silencing charm and tucked her wand securely under her pillow. She was asleep before any of her room-mates (Lavender, Parvati and Hermione) had even entered.
Anastasia moaned as Tom kissed her forcefully, as he undid her robes causing them to pool at her feet leaving her in her blood red lacy bra and matching panties. He pushed her backwards until her legs hit the bed and she fell backwards onto it with Tom on top of her as he undid her robes, exposing her creamy white chest as he kissed his way down her jaw nipping all the right places. He reached behind her and undid her bra her nipples hardening as the cool air hit them, chucking it across the room carelessly squeezing her right breasts softly making her moan and him smirk that smirk she loved so much as she arched her back, thrusting her breasts upwards towards him. Her breath hitched in her throat as he sucked on a nipple, tugging on it with his teeth softly. She impatiently tried to push his head lower, and he acquiesced kissing his way down her quivering stomach. He rubbed the back of his fingers across the wet spot that was apparent on her knickers, before he vanished them with his wand, exposing her naked body totally to his eyes.
Anastasia blushed furiously her pussy burning with need as Tom smirked up at her, before slowly and deliberately licking up the entire slit of her pussy up until he reached her sensitive clit where he nibbled gently on it. She shuddered and clenched the bedsheets tightly as he inserted a finger into her, slowly thrusting it in and out of her. She bit back a moan when he added another digit, but she couldn't help yelp of pleasure that escaped when he pushed three fingers into her hard, his thumb pressing down on her clit. He withdrew his glistening fingers before he inserted his tongue into her folds, lapping up her juices while she panted heavily.
She entwined her fingers in his hair tasting herself as he kissed her on the lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. With a mental smirk, she lifted a leg up slightly before flipping them over making him grunt in surprise as she smiled mischievously down biting back a moan as she ground herself on his erect member. She pushed aside his robes and began pulling down his boxers-
Anastasia awoke with a jerk and a gasp, finding herself tangled in her bedsheets and covered in sweat, dazed and confused. She blushed furiously as she recalled the dream with picture-perfect clarity and with no small amount of incredulity. I just had a wet dream about Voldemort. She chuckled slightly hysterically thanking her lucky stars that she had cast a silencing charm around herself. It had spared her no end of embarrassment and ribbing from countless people. As she untangled herself from her bedsheets, she sighed as she realized she would have to change her knickers. Her arousal had leaked through them onto her bed. She still couldn't figure out why, suddenly she had started having wet dreams, and on top of that about Tom. She never had had one before.
A quick Tempus! revealed the time to be nineteen past four in the morning. She sighed. This had better not be a regular occurrence.
On Olympus...(AN: This is NOT a crossover)
Aphrodite sipped her lemon flavoured gatorade and cackled evilly as she saw Anastasia Potter's predicament. She never would have guessed in a million years that the young Potter heiress fancied the Dark Lord of all people. She clapped her hands in delight as she thought up new ways to get the two together. The Dark Lord and his Dark Lady. This would be a much better love story than Helen and Paris'. More famous too considering that they would likely be the victors. The very thought made her giddy. A huge war, a love story, death and betrayal. Such fun! She grinned manically. She would really enjoy this. Anastasia Potter would never know what hit her. But then again, she mused. A love triangle would be so much better than just a straight up get together between Voldy and Annie. And she knew just the person to compete with Tom for Anastasia's affections. Anastasia Potter had better watch out.
As she cleaned herself and her bed up while trying not to wake her room mates, Anastasia suddenly felt a chill travel down her spine. And miles away, while presiding over an important Death Eater meeting, Tom suddenly couldn't get the image of a naked Anastasia Potter on her knees in front of him staring up at him with big green eyes and sucking his cock, out of his mind.
AN: I decided to split the chapter into three because there still is a LOT of editing and proof reading to be done on the remaining parts and I know you guys are impatient. (At least, I hope you are).
On that note...
I have decided! The pairing will REMAIN as Tom and Anastasia. Bellatrix will be nothing more than Anastasia's close friend and partner in crime (the equivalent of Hermione to Harry in canon) - literally. No threesome whatsoever. The still mysterious 'third person' in the 'love triangle' will simply be an ex-boyfriend of Anastasia's and a close friend (the equivalent of Ron to Harry in canon). Vote on my poll to elect the mysterious third person.
And on that note...
Please review. Your opinion counts! Constructive criticism very much appreciated. It helps me improve my story. Flames welcome provided they make valid points.
That's all for now folks! :)
Signing out for now;
~Apex113
Written and Completed: 12th May, 2014 at 1733 hours
Word Count: My largest chapter that is not a one shot; 5956 words. Before splitting, it was around 13000.