Boredom\'s End.

JKR and several publishers own it. I don\'t. Not making profit.
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Boredom\'s End.

His meeting with Dumbledore had not gone well, although Voldemort had of course long foreseen this. The bold, however, own the earth and there had been no harm in trying. Since he had come all this way, Voldemort decided that he might as well drop by his old friend, Slughorn. perhaps the Professor could relieve him from the ennuie that tortured his being.

Voldemort made his way to the potions Master\'s office and rapped at the door.

\"Enter.\"

The Dark Lord opened the door and found his old professor, as he had suspected, surrounded by a group of youngsters.

\"Ah, what a treat! What a treat indeed!\" the hefty teacher exclaimed.

\"Friends, may I present you with one of the sharpest minds ever to have emerged from this castle. My former student, Lord Voldemort.\"

Voldemort smiled at Slughorn and looked about the room.

\"Pray take a seat, old friend,\" the potions Master said, gesturing to a comfortable, leather armchair near the fire. \"What brings you in our midst this fine eve?\"

\"I had some business with the Headmaster and came down here to attempt to kill my boredom.\"

\"Excellent.\"

Slughorn grinned broadly and clapped his rather pudgy hands together in delight. He proceeded to introduce each of his students, but truth be told, Voldemort had already tuned him out. These young ones were of no interest to him. The Dark Lord sat back, pulled out his pipe and proceeded to load it with a luminescent, blue substance. As he puffed away happily, he noticed a pretty red head with bright eyes looking at him. He nodded at her curteously, which caused her to blush a deep crimson and quickly look away.

He was used to this sort of thing. Endowed with an exceptional physique, he could have his pick of women, but since the vast majority of them inspired nothing in him but disinterest, he spent most of his time alone.

\"Now, we\'ve been discussing Wyllie\'s theories on transfiguration. Care to enlighten us with your thoughts, Lord Voldemort?\"

The Dark Lord took a long drag from his pipe, sending thick plumes of sinister, sweet smoke through the room, before replying.

\"Julius Wyllie was a brilliant wizard, although I base my assessment solely on his writings on the Dark Arts of Africa. His work on transfiguration is trite and uninspired.\"

\"How can you say that!?\"

The owner of the outraged coice was the red headed beauty who had been ogling him earlier.

\"Wyllie\'s theory forms the basis of a lot of Hogwarts\' curriculum,\" she added.

Voldemort grinned and dragged from his pipe.

\"I suggest you read \'On the Origin of Magic\' by Albus Dumbledore, little one. Strangely enough it can not be found in this school\'s library.\"

At that point, misjudging the delightful tention between the Dark Lord and the young lady as unpleasant, Slughorn chose to take back controll of the conversation.

\"Oh, dear. In my excitement I have completely forgotten to offer my friend a drink. Miss Evans, would you care to correct my error?\"

People began to chatter away around them, but Voldemort and the young woman still had their eyes fixed upon eachother when she came over and poured him some wine. As she handed it to him, he traced his index finger gently over her hand.

\"Care to sit with me, Miss Evans, and lend me a window into your thoughts?\" Voldemort proposed.

\"Call me Lily. And yes, I would like to join you.\"

Voldemort was not disappointed. For the next hour and a half, Lily debated him on practically every subject under the sun. She was smart and feisty and thoroughly relieved him of the boredom that plagued him so.

One by one, the other students departed until only he, Lily and Slughorn remained.

\"The time has come for me to depart. Good night, Professor. Untill next we meet,\" Voldemort said as he stood up to. He turned to Lily and let his slender hand brush against the back of her neck ever so slightly.

\"Good night, Lily Evans. I have enjoyed you.\"

Lily half closed her eyes and tried to lean into his caress, but his hand was already gone.

Voldemort smiled to himself as he stepped out into the corridor and began his walk to the entry hall. Within moments he heard an urgent, hushed voice behind him.

\"Wait!\"

He stopped his pace, letting her catch up with him, then came about and faced her.

\"Don\'t go...\" she said as she clutched his robes and looked up at him.

\"Stay just a little while longer.\"

Her lips quivered slightly as she spoke the invitation. A moment passed in silence, then Voldemort took her by the waist and turned her in a swift, fluid motion so her back faced the wall.

\"You understand that there will be no flowers in the morning?\"

\"Yes,\" she whispered.

He placed a finger on her chest bone and traced it down to right below her bellybutton when he let it rest.

\"Are you taken care of?\"

\"Yes, I take \'the Potion\'.\"

Lily was now trembling with anticipation and with his last question answered, the Dark Lord swooped down, engulfing her in the spiraling vortex of desire that had been building between them all night. His lips were insistant and rough, causing Lily to let out a loud moan. He stifled it with his lips.

An indignant wizard in a portrait beside them shook his head.

\"Well, I never!\" he exclaimed as he trotted out of his frame.

The pair paid him no mind and continued their feverish embrace. Voldemort snaked his hand up her pleated skirt and violently tore away the white cotton that stood between him and his satisfaction. He fingered her damp aperture as his mouth continued to ravage hers, but only for a minute. As soon as he felt it\'s readiness, he parted his robes and hoisted Lily up, pushing her against the cold, arcane brickwork. She replied by locking her legs behind his back and whimpering. He pushed inside her, stretching her delectable tightness with his large cock. Her cries of pleasure were impossible to distinguish from cries of pain, which excited the Dark Lord beyond belief. He thrust upwards, pinning her between his hot body and the stone cold wall over and over again. He felt her cling to his back as she climaxed and smiled. A few more savage moves brought about the apex of his own pleasure, sending electric ripples all through his body and a blazing jet through hers.

Voldemort let the young lady down and rearranged his robes.

\"Good night,\" he said.

She merely nodded back, unable yet to speak after her powerful apogee.

And with a swish of his cloak, he left her, and his old home behind.