Maeglin Yedi and the Order of the Serpent

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Chapter 8: Bittersweet Chocolate


I slowly wake up to something warm and hard rubbing against my back. Something large, warm and hard. Blinking mes oes open, trying to push the last bits of sleep from my mind, I see Remus looking at me. He\'s looking rather...constipated; his mouth is pursed into a thin line, and his eyes are squinted.

After a moment, I realize that he\'s trying not to laugh, but I have no idea what\'s so funny.

\"Moony,\" someone breathes into my ear, \"I love that tight arse of yours.\"

The throaty moans that follow are accompanied by strokes of a firm hand across my shoulder, my arm and down to my hip.

I blink. And blink again. And see Remus snicker without making a sound.

Oh fuck. I have a horny animagus stuck to my back.

Remus raises his hand and presses one finger to his lips, indicating that I should keep quiet. Oh yes, I\'m sure you enjoy seeing your lover making a complete fool out of himself by trying to get it on with the ignorant Muggle while he\'s probably still half-asleep.

Bloody pervert.

To be honest, Sirius\' body pressed up against my back doesn\'t feel so bad at all. Neither do the soft kisses he\'s now pressing to the back of my neck. Or his hand slipping down my hip to cup my arse.

This might actually become interesting.

\"How about I change into Padfoot and take you doggy style?\" Sirius moans, and thrusts his hips forward, and something very hard is suddenly stabbing against my arse.

A lot of things happen at once. I gasp in shock. Remus blushes bright red. And Sirius has moved his hand up to my chest and is now cupping one of my tits. I feel his hand relax for a bit, and then he squeezes my tit again, as if to determine that it\'s really a woman\'s breast and not the flat chest of his lover that he\'s feeling. Then Sirius gasps as well.

Okay. This is as far as I go. I have no interest in someone who has just suggested to shag me as a dog while he\'s trying to poke his prick up my arse through my nightgown.

\"Would you stop feeling me up, you idiot!\" I yell, pull away from Sirius\' embrace and sit up in a huff, my arms crossed firmly over my chest.

\"What...where...who...?\" Sirius sputters and looks up at me with wide eyes. Then he scrambles back in shock, and promptly falls off the bed with a dull thud.

I attempt to glare down at him, but the tent in his boxers is kind of hard to ignore, and makes it impossible for me to look down at him without feeling my cheeks flush. So I quickly roll my eyes towards the ceiling and pretend to be highly affronted by this whole situation.

Remus clears his throat beside me. \"I think perhaps it\'s time to get up. Padfoot, will you join me in the shower?\"

\"A cold shower,\" I mutter before Sirius can respond. Remus snorts, and climbs out of bed. From the corner of my eye I can see the stretch in his boxers as well, and damn those bloody canines, but I just know they will have a lot of fun in that shower while leaving me to my own somesome self.

\"Sorry...about the...um....\" Sirius starts, but I wave his apology away, and watch both men disappear into the bathroom. And then the door clicks shut and I drop myself down on the bed again.

Soon enough, I hear familiar sounds coming from behind that door, and I\'m almost tempted to yell that they should use a silencing spell, but then I remember they haven\'t got their wands. At least, not those wands, because by the sound of it their other wands are working perfectly.

My thoughts travel back to last night, and to the kiss I shared with Voldemort. While it made a lot of sense to kiss him last night, now, with the sun shining through the crack in the curtains and the fresh memory of feeling Sirius\' body against mine, I find it hard to believe I actually kissed him.

Lord Voldemort.

All-round evil bloke who doesn\'t even look completely human.

But the memory of that kiss does a pretty good job of driving those negative thoughts out of my mind. Because, you know, it\'s wasn\'t a bad kiss. Not by any means.

It was actually a pretty good kiss.

As in damned fucking hot.

I let out a tired sigh. The memory of Voldemort\'s lips and tongues combined with the rather arousing sounds drifting from the bathroom are definitely turning me on.

Ah well. I figure I have a couple of minutes to spare, and since there\'s no one who will help me with this little problem I suppose it\'s up to me to take care of myself. I snuggle deeper under the covers and slide one hand down to my knickers while I close my eyes and relax.

\"Pssst!\"

I snap my eyes open again and quickly pull my hand away, embarrassed at being caught doing something very private. I expect Walden or Lucius or even Voldemort to stand in the doorway, but the room is empty, and the canines are still going at it in the bathroom.

\"Pssst, Maeglin! Over here!\"

What the fuck? I sit up and glance around the room. That voice sounds awfully familiar but I can\'t place it exactly. Then I see something rustling in the corner of the room and I narrow my eyes to get a better look at it.

It\'s Phineas.

Half-hidden behind a large bouquet of wildflowers in the painting near the door. He gives me a bright smile and gestures me over, so I climb out of bed, straighten my nightgown, and pad over to the painting.

\"I didn\'t interrupt you with anything, now did I?\" Phineas asks while he gives me a crooked grin.

\"Oh, bugger off.\" I yawn and give him a bored look until I realize that he isn\'t supposed to be here. \"What are you doing here? How did you –\"

\"Salazar is a good chum of mine,\" Phineas says with a smug smile while he studies his fingernails. \"Of course, the bastard owes me fifty Galleons from our last poker game and he\'s too cheap to cough it up, but at least he still lets me enter the mansion through one of his paintings in the third corridor.\"

\"Salazar Slytherin?\" I ask, before I realize that must be the dumbest question ever. I mean, how many Salazars do we know, exactly. I lower my voice to a whisper. \"Phineas, you have to let Dumbledore know we\'re here.\"

\"I\'ve already passed the word around, Milady. They\'re working on a way to get the three of you out of here as we speak.\"

\"Well, to get Sirius and Remus out of here,\" I say without thinking, and then realize what I\'ve said and feel my cheeks flush.

\"Ah, so it\'s true then.\" Phineas leans casually against the frame and looks at me with one raised eyebrow. \"You\'re courting Salazar\'s heir.\"

\"I\'m not courting...wait, how did you know that?\"

\"I was there last night, Milady. Perhaps you noticed that portrait of those two lovely ladies on the wall of Voldemort\'s sitting room. That portrait normally only holds one lovely lady. I was the other one, cleverly disguised, of course. Martha, that\'s the lady in the portrait, was very courteous about it, and as a matter of fact, we had quite an entertaining night together long after all you youngsters had gone to bed.\"

I stare at Phineas open-mouthed. I can\'t for the life of me remember any portrait in that room, since I was too busy kissing Voldemort...or rather, rescuing the canines. And I so didn\'t want to hear about Phineas\' love life. In drag.

Phineas sneezes, and then squashes some of the wildflowers that obscure part of his face. \"Damn allergies,\" he mutters before he looks up at me again. \"I have to say, that you have picked an exquisite candidate to court. Salazar\'s heir, powerful, not too bad-looking if I say so myself and most certainly very interested in you.\"

I want to disregard Phineas\' comments, but those last few words catch my attention and I sidle closer to the portrait. \"What do you mean, he\'s most certainly interested in me? How do you know that?\"

Nodding his head, Phineas gives me a knowing smile. \"I\'ve spend some time in his rooms, hiding inside that painting of the Slytherin crest. He\'s a loud one, Voldemort.\" Phineas makes a very suggestive gesture with his hand. \"He loves to moan your name when he\'s alone in his bed.\"

My mouth drops open as I inhale a shocked breath. \"He...he tosses off moaning my name?\" I ask, feeling bewildered and oddly flattered not to mention strangely aroused. Phineas nods again, but before he can answer me, the door of the bathroom swings open.

\"Who\'s tossing off?\" Sirius asks, and I turn to look at them. They\'re both butt-naked and look thoroughly shagged. I quickly turn to the painting again.

\"Phineas was just...telling something,\" I mutter and point to the painting. Which now only holds a squashed bouquet of wildflowers and no Phineas. Bastard.

\"That old coot was here?\" Sirius yanks one of the wardrobes open and inspects the various robes. I nod, trying not to look at his naked arse. Much.

\"I assume he alerted Dumbledore?\" Remus asks, and I nod again, also not really looking at his lovely bottom.

\"I\'ll just be...um...in the shower then,\" I mumble, and scurry past those two naked bodies as quickly as I can. The warm shower is a welcome distraction, and I even manage to identify the shampoo by sniffing a couple of vials very carefully. I dry off, wrap a towel around my torso, and reach for a toothbrush. And see that those canines have spilled the vial of toothpaste all over the floor. Animals.

Just as I start to brush my teeth, there\'s a soft knock on the door. I mutter something that sounds like \'come in\', and the door edges open to reveal a dressed Remus.

\"We have company,\" he whispers, and then gives me an odd look. \"What are you brushing your teeth with?\"

\"Um...\" I take the toothbrush out of my mouth and point at the small vial with the light-green paste. \"Wib bwe fooshpwashe,\" I say, and frown as Remus starts to snicker.

\"Maeg, that\'s not toothpaste,\" Remus informs me almost apologetically.

Oh no. I have a feeling I\'m not going to like this.

\"It\'s lube. We...um...just used it.\"

I gag above the sink, spitting and wheezing and almost throwing up. \"It\'s minty, for fuck\'s sake! Since when is lube minty?\" I yell as I throw my toothbrush down, and open the tabs to rinse my mouth. Oh my god...I so don\'t want to think about what those canines have done with that vial.

\"It makes for good rimming,\" Remus says, before he chuckles and turns around to leave.

My face a thundercloud and my mood pretty much destroyed, I stomp into the room and see Walden leaning against the wall. He gives me a bright smile, and much to my surprise, I manage to smile at him in return.

\"Hey, luv,\" he says, and then glares at both Sirius and Remus who are sitting in front of the fireplace. \"They didn\'t give you any trouble, did they?\"

\"No.\" I gesture impatiently for the three men to turn around, and they all do so obediently. I dress myself in plain white underwear and plain black robes and my plain black boots. Then I reach for the leashes and clear my throat.

\"All ready to go,\" I say as I hold up the leashes. Sirius and Remus both get to their feet, and I hook the leashes onto their collars. Both give me slightly annoyed glances, but I cheerfully ignore those and give Walden a warm smile. \"After you.\"

It isn\'t until we almost reach the dining room that I realize that I\'m about to see Voldemort again. After we snogged last night. And after Phineas gave me that very interesting piece of information which makes me blush just thinking about it. I walk beside Walden, and the canines follow me obediently as I lead them through the corridors by their leashes.

I\'m feeling both nervous and excited about seeing Voldemort again, and I have no idea what I\'ll say to him. I can only hope I won\'t make too big a fool out of myself.we awe approach the dining room, I straighten my robes, run my hands through my still damp hair and worry about my breath. Well, at least it\'s minty.

Too soon we step through the doorway and I see Voldemort sitting at the head of the table. My knees feel like jelly and I curl my hands around the leashes nervously. There are a few other Death Eaters seated at the table as well. Lucius, in his usual spot next to Voldemort, and a few other men I have seen around the Mansion before. Save for one.

A short, balding man, not very handsome, and while I\'m sure I haven\'t met him before, he does seem familiar. I glance down and notice his silver –

\"Wormtail!\" Sirius barks behind me, and Peter Pettigrew lets out a startled squeal before he transforms himself, and a small, gray rat jumps off the chair and hurries out of the room.

Suddenly I\'m jerked off my feet, feel Remus\' leash slip from my hands, and then see a big black dog going in pursuit after the rat. And since my hand is tangled in the leash, I\'m going with him.

Padfoot drags me face first across the corridor, and I yell at him to stop, but he ignores me and pounds through the mansion with me trailing behind him as some rag-doll.

There are hurried footsteps behind us, and then a very loud: \"Stupefy!\"

The world freezes, or so it seems, since I can\'t move and my vision is blurred and I just lie there. I see a vague figure crouch down beside me, and from a distance I hear a distorted: \"Enervate.\"

The word turns back to normal, and I sit up with a pained sigh, looking at Voldemort with a small smile. I glance at my abductor to see that Padfoot is still stupefied. Feeling very, very worried, I quickly glance back at Voldemort.

\"He...um...you see, some dogs are like sled-dogs, so when you give them a command like \'hush\' they mistake it for \'mush\' and sort of just run and you\'re not buying any of this, are you?\"

\"Not one syllable,\" Voldemort says with an amused smile.

I glance down, not quite able to meet his crimson gaze and I feel very nervous about being this close to him, since he\'s not even a feet away from me. Fumbling with the leash in my hands, I really try not to think about Voldemort masturbating whilst moaning my name, and I stare at a small crack in the floor.

\"You are responsible for his behavior, are you not?\" Voldemort asks, twirling his wand around between his fingers.

\"Um, yeah,\" I mutter, glancing up at him. Is he going to punish me now, or what? Spank me? That actually doesn\'t sound like such a bad idea.

Voldemort raises a curious eyebrow.

Oh fuck, Maeg, you stupid tart! The guy can see right into your mind. I blush and look down.

\"Well, he just kind of got...oh, come on, you know the history between those two.\" I glance up at Voldemort, and he\'s looking at me with an amused smirk.

\"I certainly do.\"

\"I\'ll have a word with him, and make sure he behaves himself better from now on,\" I say solemnly.

Voldemort nods, and then looks me up and down. I shiver when he puts his hand on my thigh and gives me a concerned look. \"Are you hurt?\"

Now that he mentions it. Moaning softly, I stretch myself. I just feel stiff, mostly. \"My knees...and elbows are a bit sore,\" I whisper, and stare down at the pale hand still resting on my leg.

Giving my thigh a soft squeeze, Voldemort raises his other hand and presses the tip of his wand to my knee. He whispers something, and I feel a surge of heat inside my knee, which makes it feel better instantly. Then he drags his wand across my thigh to my other knee, and whispers again. More heat, and somehow this spreads out through my body and lands somewhere in the pit of my stomach.

I blink up at him, and see him looking at me intently. His pupils are mere slits, and the crimson irises seem to glow. I feel his wand move across my thigh, my hip, up the side of my body to my arm until it reaches my elbow. Another whisper, and more heat and this somehow travels down and suddenly I feel very aroused. I haven\'t a clue what he\'s doing, but this has to be the most erotic experience of my life.

Voldemort moves his wand up my arm again, then across my breasts, and down my other arm to my elbow. I moan, ever so softly, and feel breathless. More heat, and this rises to my head until all I can think about is pressing my body to his and kissing him.

\"Are you feeling better?\"

\"Huh?\" I stare at Voldemort, and lick my lips. I want this man. Like right now. Oh, I did not just think that. \"I...yeah...much...better...thanks.\"

\"Good.\" Voldemort lowers his wand, and I can\'t help noticing that his hand trembles just a bit. I wonder if it was as good for him as it was for me. Then he rises to his feet, and offers me his hand, which I accept.

It\'s warm and strong, and after Voldemort pulls me up I really don\'t want to let go of it. I also can\'t help but wondering if this is the hand he wanks with. I must really stop thinking things like that.

Voldemort enervates Padfoot, who scrambles to his feet and gives us a dazed look. While I look back and forth between Padfoot and Voldemort, I am reminded of this thing I wrote a while back, and I have to conclude that they would make a good couple.

\"Maeglin?\" Voldemort asks, and I realize he\'s staring at me oddly. Holy hell, he did not just see that, did he?

\"I could use a bite to eat.\" Voldemort loot met me expectantly, and seems to be waiting for something. Then I realize I\'m still holding his hand, and I quickly let go of it with an apologetic shrug. Voldemort gives me a curt nod, turns around, and walks down the corridor back to the dining room.

And for the first time since Voldemort stupefied me, I notice a whole bunch of other people gathered only a few feet away from us. Lucius and Walden and Remus and some other men who are looking at me curiously. But when Voldemort passes them, they all turn around to follow him, save for Remus, who approaches us.

Beside me, Sirius shrugs out of his fur, and stretches himself. I slap him against his chest.

\"You moron,\" I say accusingly, and he grins, until he sees Remus giving him an angry glare. His smile wavers and he looks at the both of us with a frown.

\"What?\"

\"She\'s right, you know. You are a moron.\" Remus glares some more, and Sirius snorts. Then Remus turns his attention to me. \"Are you all right?\"

\"Yeah, I\'m fine...what the hell just happened?\" I give Remus a pleading look.

Remus smiles one of his knowing smiles. \"I believe Voldemort healed you. And seeing that he is Voldemort, his magic is quite powerful. Did it affect you much?\"

\"You can say that...man, it was like...I dunno...hot. So bloody hot.\" I make a gesture to fan myself, and Remus chuckles. Sirius however, is looking down at me with a frown.

\"What were you doing with that snake?\"

\"Nothing,\" both me and Remus say at the same time, and Sirius looks at us suspiciously.

\"Breakfast?\" I suggest, ignoring Sirius.

\"Sounds perfect,\" Remus says, and I grab both their leashes to lead them to the dining room.

Breakfast is a quiet event. I\'m not sure what I had expected of it, but this isn\'t it. I\'m sitting beside Voldemort again, Sirius safely tucked away between Remus and me, but Voldemort pretty much ignores me, just as I pretty much ignore him. I\'m keeping half an eye on Sirius, who is silent, but still tries to taunt the other men at the table by making an occasional rude gesture and practicing his death-glare.

I can\'t eat, since my stomach is tied up in a tight knot, and I just poke at my bacon and eggs, staring down at my plate so I don\'t have to look at anyone else. Especially not Voldemort.

Some of the men at the table busy themselves with hushed conversation, and I hear mention of raids and curses, but it all has little meaning to me. When he has finished his plate, Voldemort stands up, nods at me politely, and leaves with Lucius on his tail. Walden bids us farewell, saying he has work to do, whatever that means, and slowly all the other men leave the dining room as well.

\"Shall we go back to our room?\" Remus suggests after he wipes his mouth with a napkin. He looks from me to Sirius and back, and I understand what he\'s saying. It would not be a good idea to wander around the mansion with Wormtail still out there. As a matter of fact, it would be a sure way to get the three of us killed. So I nod, push my chair back, and follow the canines out the room silently.

The rest of the day passes by slowly. I spend a long time just sitting on the window sill, staring out the window, trying to make sense of all that is going on. Sirius and Remus discuss the possibilities of escaping, but since it\'s all talk about magic and wards, I ignore it for the better part.

At one point in the afternoon Remus literally drags me away from the window and seats me in front of the fireplace to play a game of chess. Sirius decides to join us, and we form a team set out to beat Remus. But as it turns out, Sirius and I make a horrible team, because all we do is argue about which piece we should move next, so Remus kicks our pathetic arses several times.

Just as I\'m finally starting to get hungry, there\'s a soft pop, and this thing suddenly appears. I let out a startled shriek and all but jump into Sirius\' lap.

This thing, dressed in a filthy rag, big ears and a long nose, looks at us with wide, foggy eyes, and bows down until the tip of its nose touches thoundound.

\"I is Pinky,\" it says in a squeaky voice. \"My master wants you to know he is not home for supper. You is having supper here.\" Then it flicks its fingers, and three plates filled with food appear in front of us.

\"Good day.\" With another pop, it disappears, and I look up at Remus and Sirius, blinking my e


\"Just a house elf,\" Remus says, and shrugs, turning his attention to his meal.

Well, house elf or not, that thing was just...ew.

But I\'m too hungry to ponder on the squick-factor of house elves, sdig dig into my meal and enjoy the good food. My canine companions do the same and we eat in comfortable silence.

So, Voldemort is not at home. I wonder if that is good or not. And then I mentally slap myself, because I had made the decision earlier that it would be best to just avoid Voldemort all together. Whatever is happening between us – if there\'s even anything happening between us – is just plain wrong, so the sensible thing to do is to not let it go any further. Just avoid the bugger and everything will be all right.

After the meal we lounge in front of the fire for a bit, but I can see the canines give each other wistful glances. Oh yes, it\'s been almost twelve ours since their last shag, they must be going through withdrawal by now. Horny bastards.

When the amount of testosterone wafting around them becomes too much for me to handle, I get up and give them both a smile. \"I\'m going out for a smoke.\"

They nod in return, obviously quite happy to have some time for themselves. I leave them to their fun, and stroll through the mansion until I reach the front doors. After I push them open, I\'m greeted with cool, autumn air, and I inhale as I step outside.

\"Hey, luv.\"

Startled, I turn on my feet, and see Walden leaning against the wall just beside the doors.

\"Hey, you,\" I say, and give him a happy smile.

With a cigarette stuck between his lips, Walden offers me his pack of smokes, and I gratefully accept one. He lights it with the tip of his wand, and I inhale deeply, leaning against the wall beside him. I really try to ignore the obvious dark splatters all over his robes.

\"Nice show last night,\" Walden says around a mouth-full of smoke.

\"Ha. Ha.\" I snort, but Walden gives me a big grin and bumps his shoulder againste. e.

\"He really likes you.\"

\"So I keep hearing.\" I stare into the darkness in front of us, and inwardly vow that I will avoid Voldemort, no matter the cost. And no matter what Walden says to try to change my mind.

\"And you like him, too.\"

I snap my gaze to Walden, but he just keeps grinning. \"And why do you think that?\"

\"Because you practically got off right there in the corridor when he healed you.\"

Feeling my cheeks flush, I quickly look down, scuffing the toe of my boot into the grass.

\"It\'s just a sign that you react strongly to his magic,\" Walden continues, shrugging. \"That you\'re responsive to him, and he to you.\"

\"What the hell does that mean?\" I ask, violently trying to tap the ash from my cigarette. \"Don\'t tell me it\'s some sort of bond or something.\"

Walden snorts. \"Bloody hell, no. Just that you two are compatible.\"

Compatible? What am I, Windows XP?

\"There\'s obvious chemistry between you two. No use ignoring that.\" Walden shrugs again, and drops his cigarette to the grass, extinguishing it with his boot.

I can\'t believe that I\'m getting advice on my love life from an ax murderer.

\"Chocolate Frog?\" Walden asks as he reaches inside his robes. I take one last drag from my smoke, drop it, and accept the small package with a smile.

Walden rips his own carton open, stuffs the frog in his mouth, and peers down to the card in his hand. \"Bugger, already got eight Dumbledores. What have you got?\"

For a moment, I\'m speechless, but then a childish giggle escapes my mouth. \"You collect Chocolate Frog cards?\"

\"Yeah,\" Walden says impatiently, and gestures for me to open mine. I rip it open, but before I can stop it, my frog jumps to the ground and hops away. I want to reach for it, but I feel rather than see something fly through the air beside me, and then the poor frog is pinned to the grass by a large knife.

\"Those buggers always try to escape.\" Walden reaches for his knife, dusts off the frog, and hands it to me. I stare down at the decapitated animal in my hand, and give Walden an insecure yet grateful smile.

I put part of the frog in my mouth, and hand Walden the empty carton. While I enjoy the taste of chocolate, I listen to Walden\'s complaints that he already has thirteen Merlins and that he\'s still looking for a Gandalf.

\"Gandalf?\" I ask around a mouth-full of chocolate.

Walden nods. \"Great wizard, he was.\"

But before I can ask him which Gandalf exactly he\'s referring to, the door swings open, and a tall figure steps into the night.

\"Master,\" Walden greets him with a small nod of his head.

\"Good evening, Walden,\" Voldemort says, and then looks at me. \"Maeglin.\"

I\'m not sure how to address him. My Lord seems a bit formal, now that I\'ve locked my lips with his. And just Voldemort sounds odd, for some reason. So I just give him a polite smile and try to swallow the last bits of chocolate in my mouth.

Voldemort takes his time to study the clear sky, his hands clasped behind his back, and then he turns to me. \"Would you care to accompany me for a walk around the Mansion?\"

I really shouldn\'t, since that would go against my vow to avoid him and whatnot, but Walden gives me a hard nudge with his elbow and involuntarily I take a step towards Voldemort to keep my balance.

\"Good,\" Voldemort says, and gestures for me to join him.

Giving Walden a glare, I step up to Voldemort since it\'s no use refusing his offer now that I\'ve sort of agreed to it. I really am not doing this because I want to or anything. Really, I\'m not.

Walden waves us goodbye, and I walk beside Volrt art across the lawn and into the direction of the cemetery up on the hill. For a while we make small talk and point out constellations to each other. It\'s nice. Voldemort\'s still good company, and I feel myself relax somewhat, despite the darkness around us. But the night\'s air is chilly, and I didn\'t think of bringing a cloak with me, so I hug my arms around my chest to try to get warm.

\"Are you cold?\" Voldemort asks, and without waiting for an answer, he shrugs off his cloak and drapes it across my shoulders.

Oh, don\'t do that. Don\'t go acting like a perfect gentleman while you\'re really a psychopathic killer. But the cloak is warm and smells like Voldemort, which is nice, and I gratefully pull it close around myself.

We reach the edge of the cemetery, and Voldemort gestures towards a small, stone bench. I take a seat, not too close to Voldemort, but also not entirely on the other end of the bench, and we stare into the darkness for a while.

\"Can I...um...ask you something?\" I\'m not sure if I should ask him, but he seems relaxed and not inclined to kill me, so I\'m taking my chances.

Voldemort nods, turning on the bench to look at me.

\"Why did you let me touch your wand?\" I bite my lip and look at him curiously.

\"Because you asked me if you could touch it,\" Voldemort says, frowning just a bit.

\"True...but I mean...why me? Why court me?\" I sure hope I don\'t sound too desperate.

\"Court?\" Voldemort asks, surprised, and raises his eyebrows.

Oh, bloody hell. I have a sudden urge to kill a certain executioner and a certain werewolf.

\"Never mind,\" I mumble quickly, looking away, but Voldemort shifts closer to me.

\"This conversation is just starting to become interesting. Do tell me why you think I\'m courting you.\" Voldemort tilts his head to the side, giving me an amused smile.

I feel like a complete idiot for ever believing Walden and Remus. \"Well...um...some people told me that when you touch a wizard\'s wand and kiss him and accept gifts and stuff like that, it means that you\'re courting each other. Some ancient pureblood ritual. I should have known it was a load of crap.\"

Voldemort stays silent, looking at me oddly. At first, I have no idea what\'s going on, but then something begins to dawn on me, and I look at him in shock.

\"Oh my god, you had no idea about this, either, did you?\"

\"Don\'t be ridiculous.\" Voldemort huffs and looks away. \"I\'m the most powerful wizard alive. Why would I have not known this?\"

\"Because you are not a pureblood,\" I whisper, and startle when Voldemort suddenly snaps his gaze at me. \"Not that it matters to me. I don\'t care what you are,\" I add quickly.

Voldemort seems to relax again, and we look at each other for a while. Then Voldemort clears his throat. \"So, it appears we are courting each other.\"

I nod, once.

\"Which is utterly absurd, because you are a Muggle.\"

I nod again, my lips pursed.

\"And because you are a Muggle, these ancient rites probably don\'t even have any meaning for us.\"

\"I suppose so,\" I whisper, trying not to wonder why I\'m feeling disappointed all of a sudden.

\"So we are not courting each other, understood?\" Voldemort finishes, and I nod once again, feeling oddly miserable.

We stay silent for a while, looking everywhere but at each other. I should be relieved now that Voldemort has confirmed that there\'s nothing between us and that we shouldn\'t worry about ancient rites. But I feel rejected nonetheless. I can\'t help it, even though I try very hard to be happy about this turn of events.

I look up at Voldemort again. Ah well, it was nice while it lasted, I suppose. Voldemort looks back at me, his eyes narrowed just a bit, and then the corner of his mouth twitches up.

\"You have something...\" Voldemort cups my chin, and I stiffen under his touch. He brings a finger to his mouth, licks it, and then touches the corner of my mouth, swiping away whatever is there.

\"Chocolate,\" Voldemort concludes after he\'s brought his finger back to his own mouth to lick it clean. He doesn\'t release my chin, though, and his touch is hot and strong and makes me feel as if I\'m melting. Voldemort shifts even closer until his body is just pressing against mine.

\"Chocolate Frog,\" I whisper, and I know it must sound ridiculous, but I don\'t know what else to say.

\"Yes, I recognize the taste,\" Voldemort whispers back, and this makes me wonder why we\'re whispering at all. \"You still have...\" Voldemort leans his face towards mine, and darts his tongue out to lick across my bottom lip.

Now, I know that I can make a mess of myself when I eat, but I\'m pretty sure that I didn\'t smear Chocolate Frog all over my lipsd thd that means that whatever Voldemort is doing has gone beyond any grooming ritual and is becoming something that resembles a kiss.

I sit very still, slightly leaning back against him, and part my lips. Cause, you know, maybe there\'s some chocolate left inside my mouth as well. You never know. Voldemort seems to think so, and presses his lips to mine as he sweeps his tongue around in my mouth.

Oh, who am I kidding here? I want him to kiss me because it feels damned good.

My eyes flutter shut and I meet his tongue with my own and in a matter of seconds we\'re kissing each other. He devours me, plunders my mouth, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him towards me.

Our teeth clink when we try to deepen our kiss, but you can only deepen a kiss so much, and I think we\'ve reached that point already, even though I have a strange urge to feel so much more of him.

There\'s just something about him. Something strong, not just physical, but magical, that makes me ovulate on the spot and I\'m instantly ready to spread my legs for him. I can\'t even reer aer any of the arguments I came up with why doing this wouldn\'t be a good idea. He\'s evil? Who cares, as long as he doesn\'t stop kissing me like this.

Voldemort runs his hand through my hair and cups the back of my neck while I press my whole body against his. He pushes back against me hard so I have no other choice than to lean back and soon enough I\'m spread out on the bench, Voldemort lying half on of mof me. His other hand roams across my chest, cups my breasts, and then travels down until it rests between my legs.

He pulls back from the kiss, and I can feel his panted breaths on my lips. We stare at each other for a moment, and I can see the insecurity I feel reflected in his eyes. It\'s good to know that he doesn\'t have a clue what we\'re doing, either.

\"Maybe we...\" I suggest.

\"Shouldn\'t do this,\" Voldemort finishes. I nod, breathless.

\"This is...\" I whisper.

\"So very wrong,\" Voldemort whispers back, and I pull his head down to steal another kiss. Our tongues battle a playful fight until Voldemort pulls back again, and kisses and licks his way down to my throat. I gasp and tighten one hand in his robes, pushing up against him.

Bloody hell, this guy is as hard as a rock.

Voldemort moans into my ear and I push up again, eager to feel the evidence of his arousal against my thigh. Without really knowing what I\'m doing, since I seem to have lost my common sense a while ago, I tear at his robes and manage to slip my hand inside of them. Voldemort does the same to my garments and I feel his long fingers brush across my belly before they disappear inside my knickers.

Oh, hell yes, right there.

Pushing back at his hand, I brush my own fingers across his abdomen until I feel soft curls beneath my fingertips and something hard and hot press against the palm of my hand.

It seems that the Dark Lord likes to go commando. Not that I\'m complaining, mind.

I curl my fingers around his prick and feel him moan against my throat, dragging his teeth across my skin and licking his way up to my ear. Panting as if I\'ve just run ten miles, I start to stroke his cock, and hear more moans breathed directly into my ear. He\'s thick, uncut, not scaly – thank god --and he feels utterly perfect, and I squeeze a bit harder when Voldemort slides two fingers inside me.

So wrong, so very, very wrong, and yet it feels so incredibly good. There isn\'t any evidence left of the chilly night\'s air, because everything around and inside me feels hot, and I thrust back against his hand and his body while he presses open-mouthed kisses up my cheek until he reaches my mouth again.

Our kiss is hungry now, clumsy almost, both eager for completion, and when Voldemort starts rubbing my clit with the tip of his finger I know I won\'t last long. I think he feels the same way, because I feel his cock throb against my hand so I stroke harder and faster, and he bucks his hips back against me.

We pull back from the kiss and both gasp for breath, and then he hisses something against my lips and it takes me a moment to realize that he is speaking parseltongue.

Oh fuck.

My orgasm runs through me with the speed and force of a freight-train and I hang onto him for dear life while my hips buck and my body jerks. The strangest sounds escape my throat, some of which I\'ll probably feel embarrassed later, and I stare up at Voldemort to see him looking down at me with narrowed eyes, his nose wrinkled just a bit, and then he gasps and I feel him climax hotly over my hand.

I don\'t think I can move anytime soon, and my guess is that Voldemort has the same problem because he presses his face against my throat while his cock pulses a few more times inside my fist and then he sags against me.

As I\'m trying to catch my breath, my common sense returns and I suddenly realize what I have done. I\'ve jerked Voldemort off. And he brought me off. On a cemetery, no less. While we were snogging like a couple of rabid teenagers. Which is no easy feat when you remember that Voldemort is about seventy years old.

This can\'t be good.

Well, it felt very good, but that\'s not the po

I know I shouldn\'t have done this. It\'s like naming an animal; once you give it a name you get attached to it. Or in this case, once you\'ve spent some time in a cemetery with your hand up the other\'s genitals, you know you are in deep shit.

Voldemort raises his head and looks down at me silently. I don\'t have anything to say either, except for the tiny moan that escapes my as as he pulls his fingers out of me. I release his softening prick, and we both sit up and straighten our robes, not looking at each other.

God, I hate awkward moments like these. I think I should just say something. Anything.

\"This was –\"

\"A mistake,\" Voldemort says, his lips pursed into a thin line.

I was going for \'pretty good\', but mistake covers it, I suppose.

I nod, swallow against an odd lump in my throat, and get up. \"I\'d better go now,\" I whisper.

Voldemort keeps quiet and doesn\'t look at me.

\"Goodnight,\" I say and hear my voice crack. I quickly turn around and walk down the hill.

\"Goodnight, Maeglin.\" I hear behind me, but I keep walking until I reach the foot of the hill and then I start running because for some reason I want to get as far away from Voldemort as I can.


TBC...