A/N: 06/02/13 - Hi, and thanks for stopping by. :-) If you are a regular to this story, new chapters will be posted very soon, and you may want to re-read some of the earlier chapters, because I am in the process of editing/changing/adding to them slightly.

This is my first ever fan-fiction story, and an idea that has been floating around my head for years. If you love your stories dark and sexy, and your Voldemort in his serpentine form then this is the place to come! If you like your stories light and fluffy, then this may not be for you! Okay, advisory warning done!

I love Voldemort and promise faithfully to be as true to his character as I can. But I will be poking at the serpent with a big stick, trying to figure out what's going on in that twisted psyche of his, and exploring his emotions. I'm not going to write a one-dimensional Voldemort, but neither will I turn him into Prince Charming!

Please don't expect a masterpiece of literature, but I shall try my best to give you an entertaining read, with a bit of spice and fruitiness thrown in! This story is set two years after the battle of Hogwarts. Events have been changed, characters who have died are alive and vice versa. This story focuses on the adults of the HP world, who we all have JK Rowling to thank for creating. SA

'Wake up in a dream, frozen fear.

All your hands on me.

I can't scream. I can't scream.

I can't escape the twisted way you think of me.

I feel you in my dreams and I don't sleep. I don't sleep.'

"Snow White Queen" - Evanescence

She was paralysed. As she lay rigid upon the bed, hardly daring to breathe, her eyes were the only part of her body she could control. Cold beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. She shivered at the contact with her skin. The snake was cold to the touch as it glided over her leg.

She screamed inside her head. Her vocal chords were frozen with the fear that permeated the rest of her body. Its cold eyes never left hers as it moved up her body. The snake moved up her thigh, then brushed across her groin. No! She screamed inside her head at the flicker of arousal she felt. I – I can't be, she cried inwardly.

These thoughts dissipated quickly as the snake continued its journey over her body. It slithered across her abdomen and then to her breasts. Her left nipple hardened as the snake moved across the area. She shuddered with both fear and arousal.

No! She screamed again inside her head at the unbidden, unwanted sensation the touch of the snake was causing. Her body was betraying her. How could it be aroused by this creature? Her mind was repulsed and terrified. Her body was terrified as well, yet it responded with arousal and desire to the snakes touch.

The snake was staring directly at her now, its journey over her body complete. Its eyes stared coldly into hers and its tongue flickered in and out. The low hissing it made created the feeling that her bones were turning to water. Suddenly the snake began to change form and she felt her heart stop when the metamorphosis was complete. It was him.

She was still staring into a snake's eyes but now they lay in the face of a man. He was the most inhuman looking man she'd ever seen. His head and body were hairless. His skin was the colour of alabaster, almost translucent, and his nose was none–existent, only slits defining the area.

Her gaze shifted from his face, as his body pressed against hers, and she shivered at the contact. She had thought it would be cold to the touch but it was surprisingly warm. His body was slender yet muscular, and another flicker of arousal coursed through her. No! She yelled inwardly to herself as yet again her body betrayed her. Her gaze returned to his face and she looked back into those terrible, inhuman eyes.

A cold smile formed on his lips as his hand moved towards her face. Long slender fingers made contact with her cheek and a thumb brushed against her lips. "We meet at last girl," he said, and her breath caught in her throat at the sound of his cold voice. "You are mine now."