Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series.

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Chapter 12

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She woke up the next morning, feeling sore from her waist down. Looking to her right, she noticed Tom had left. She brought her hand to her neck and winced. She sat up and stood, walking to the mirror. She frowned. There were two puncture wounds and a dark bruise forming on her neck.

He was more of a snake than she had thought. But now he had his normal, human appearance back. Somehow, the inhuman look suited him more. Even though she was much more used to his handsome looks, he was too evil for them. It made her wonder why God had sculpted him like that. No, it must have been Satan who had made him. He wanted to confuse and play with mortals by creating him.

She sighed. No, that wasn't right. She usually wasn't one to doubt her faith. She always went along with everyone else. Hogwarts was a multi-faith school, and Ansel had been Roman Catholic.

She felt guilty when she thought of Ansel. He had loved her, but she still had attractions for Tom. She had practically just cheated on him. But they weren't still married, were they? Till death do us part...

She wondered if there was a hidden door in here. Either that or Tom apparated in or out. She closed her eyes and spun on the spot.

Nothing happened.

She growled in frustration. She was without use of magic. Now she felt as low as a Muggle. Krista mentally slapped herself. There was nothing wrong with being a Muggle. Magic was not necessary to live, but it did make it a hell lot easier.

Then she felt the sudden need for a bathroom. As if the room had read her thoughts, the scenery suddenly changed. No longer was she in the dark bedroom, but instead a bathroom. Well, toilet room. There was no bath, only a toilet and a sink. This room was marble white, almost the exact opposite of the room with the bath.

After doing her business, she washed her hands. The soap smelled absolutely divine. Then she appeared back in the bedroom. Interesting, she thought.

She did not have anything else to do, so she walked over to a bookshelf, chose a book that seemed less dark from all the others, and began reading.

Several hours passed until Voldemort finally arrived back in his room. He had almost forgotten about his little lioness. Almost. Looking around the room, he noticed her sleeping form on the mattress.

He then removed his glamor that made him look like a serpent and approached the bed. His serpentine look was just that. For looks. He wanted to scare people, not attract them. He knew that if he used his handsome features, followers would only look at his body. No fear would be struck in them.

He crawled onto the bed. He had spent his day away from her and found her as he left her. Sleeping. Though he would very much like to ravage her little body, he would rather join her in slumber. He, Lord Voldemort, was tired.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard, "Tom?"

That name made him bristle in anger and disgust.

"What?" he said through clenched teeth.

"I.. I was bored today."

"So?" He did not care if she was bored. She had plenty of books to read. Yes, they were dark books filled with savage spells and things her mind probably could not comprehend, but still, books.

"So I don't want to stay here."

"Look, Lovegood," he sneered then smirked at the guilt that shown in her eyes. "I am not giving you the option to stay or go. You stay here, read, and-"

"And what? Be bored out of my mind? I don't think so."

She was really getting on his last nerves. Interrupting him, being disrespectful, the girl had some nerve...

"If you read, you won't be bored!" he snapped at her.

"Maybe I find your books boring!" Fire blazed in her eyes and she snapped back at him.

"No," he spoke in a deathly whisper, "my books are not boring."

The fire in her eyes was still there, but she remained silent.

"Now, go back to sleep," he ordered.

"That's what I'm doing," was her mumbled reply.

He rolled his eyes and turned his back to her.

The snake and the lioness would never get along.

A/N: Hello, readers! Sorry for such a delay, and for giving you a short chapter, but I've been busy... with other ideas. So if you would like to stop by my FictionPress account, which I go under the same pen name, TomRiddleCrazy, and read my original stories, I would appreciate it! I have three stories, and need support! My stories are Insanity is a Fox, Captive Audience, and The Red Cape.