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Ashlina opened her emarald green eyes and allowed them to survey her surroundings. The walls looked slightly unfamiliar and were painted a lush green; it was then that she knew that she was not in her room. However, when she felt a strong arm drape around her upper body, she looked back at the man sleeping beside her.

'That only means one thing, then ...'

Sparing the seconds to glance at the bedroom once more, she had just taken account of the Malfoy family tree when a husky voice greeted her. "Do you forgive me now?"

Ashlina turned her whole body towards him. "... M-Lucius, I have already forgiven you. I -" She stopped short as Lucius turned his head to the side; his stormy-gray eyes piercing her emarald-green ones. For some reason, she felt like closing the gap between them and kissing him fiercely. However, before she had time to act on that impulse, Lucius shifted his body, so that he was facing Ashlina fully, and asked her, "Even after what you'll have to go through today?"

Ashlina allowed her eyes to absorb the sight of the luscious silk sheets, covering both of their upper bodies, and didn't answer for a moment. She knew that Voldemort was someone that did not like to be kept waiting, but she truthfully wasn't ready to become something she wouldn't have considered to become even if she was 25.

Fiddling with the sheet that covered her, she answered, "Yes, Lucius. You're not to blame for anything." However, her hands stopped their aimless fiddling as Lucius placed his right hand under her chin, forcing her to face him. Their eyes connected for a second before Lucius pulled her head towards him, and their lips met. Allowing herself to be consumed by his sweet kisses, Ashlina waited for his tongue to be inserted into her mouth before she moaned into him; the feeling, she grew slightly accustomed to, but the moan was hard to stifle.

Turning around, so that his body was on top of hers, he resumed kissing her along the neckline; tracing her shape with the kisses he showered on her. As he made his way back up to her jaw, she allowed her lustful desires to step through and bit him on his earlobe. He suppressed a groan and placed his lips on top of hers once again; forgetting about their troubles temporarily, he caused her to moan again and felt her hands grab onto his sleek white-blond tresses of hair. Their two bodies were entangled together and Ashlina felt her body tingle with excitement; she had never dreamt of doing this, but now that she was, she was more than excited with the result.

She gasped in elation when she felt Lucius thrust his way into her and didn't ever want the feeling to end.

Unfortunately, there just had to be an end for everything.

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It was time.

As reluctant as she was, Ashlina had succumbed to Voldemort's offer and had decided to accompany Lucius, as they set off for the graveyard where Tom Riddle's corpse lay, amidst hundreds (or possibly thousands) of others; the heir standing luminously over the gravestones, his cloak seemingly not affected by the steady breeze blowing.

The two made their way towards the Lord of Darkness and Lucius kneeled in front of him. "My Lord ... I have brought her to you."

He leered from underneath the hood. "Good. Bow yourself to me."

Ashlina looked back at Lucius, who was determined to stare straight ahead, no form of emotion betraying his true feelings, and then looked back at Voldemort. Bending her knees towards him, she inclined her head; something she had long learnt showed respect. Not that she thought Voldemort deserved any respect; the only way he seemed to have everyone by his side was by torture and murder, something that didn't deserve respect at all.

Voldemort looked at her for a minute. "... I am glad to see you obey. Perfect." The cold smile that he next wore on his face was visible from beneath his hood. "You would make the perfect assistant."

Lucius's eyebrows creased together as he faced his Lord. "My Lord? What do you mean?"

Voldemort looked at Lucius, as if he expected it to be obvious. "Why, Lucius, I was simply implying that she should be one of the more ... helpful aspects of the Death Eaters. You seem to have been keeping her for far too long."

"M-My Lord -?!"

"That is enough, Lucius. You," he addressed Ashlina, who continued to watch him with confused eyes, "will come with me. The ceremony should be beginning soon."

Lucius made to rise. "My Lord, you cannot -"

Voldemort sneered. "Aah, I understand ... You do not wish for me to take away your most prized possession. Well, don't worry ..." He produced his wand with a flourish.

Understanding just what Voldemort was about to do, Ashlina screamed, "No, you can't -"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Lucius, whose defences were weakened as he had began to search for his wand, had no time to turn back and flew back due to the intensity of the spell; his shout of pain reverbrating in the red-head's ears. Finding that her entire body had gone numb from shock, Ashlina simply stared at the sight, unable to comprehend that Lucius had just -

"Now, shall we go?"

Ashlina barely felt a thing as her mind began to follow his every order; her face blank, but her mind in the command of Lord Voldemort. Tainted love, he realized, could be used as a weapon later in life.

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A/N: ... I really don't know what to say ... -Sniff-

Well, if you think that the ending was too rushed (I know I do), then you can blame me. Seriously, you can ... I guess that I was facing some complications, in where I wanted this story to go, and ended up totally ruining it! -Sniff-

But ... as a way of apology, I will allow myself to be Cruciated by Voldemort ... Screams at the intensity of the pain I hope you can all forgive me for this crappy update. And, Voldy ... STOP WITH THE GODDAMN PAIN, ALREADY!

Ash XX