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How curious it is I never had the need to kiss anyone until now. My dear Horcrux is so tempting though. I often fantasise about pale mouth over red lips, so enticing, so sweet.
And now I can't sleep without dreaming of us devouring each others mouths. Something deep inside me is raging, ugly and weak. And oh so powerful. I can't deny myself, to indulge in those fantasies.
Every night I close my eyes against my will and sleep.
Strong arms surround my body. Hush, hush. A voice whispers to me. Hush, hush. Don't cry anymore. I'm not crying, I want to tell him angrily. I demand you to release me immediately. I am Lord Voldemort and I don't need anyone's pity.
But when I open my eyes all I see is a sea of green.
"Hush, hush. It's okay, I'm here. Don't cry anymore." I heard Potter's voice. Because it was undoubtedly my Horcrux's voice.
"Put me down..." I whisper harshly. I can barely speak. I can taste blood. "What have you done to me, boy?" And as if he never heard me, Potter kept repeating the same words, again and again, rocking me against his chest. I can't help but listen to his heartbeat, so calm, so strong. I reach for it. I seized him by the torn shirt, clutching a handful of the fabric in my way too small hands, my face close to his. Avada kedavra eyes gazed down onto my ruby ones, searching for something, I'm unaware of what.
I open my mouth, to speak, to wail, to kiss. Instead, I wake up drenched in cold sweat and with a tingling sensation in my chest and my lips. With an angry growl I throw the first thing my hand touches, a pillow, against the wall opposite of me. It felt down soundless, uncaring.
"What have you done to me?" I repeated those damn words in the privacy of my own room, protected by many wards. I touch my face, carefully, warily. What am i scared of? Sunken cheeks, lipless, noseless. Bald, pale, scaly and horrifying. Red bloody eyes. Fangs hidden. Venomous. A monster.
With a sudden need to wash it all off I stood up and stumbled into the bathroom. In front of the sink there's a mirror, which I ignored forcefully. I opened the tap and splashed the running water directly into my face, the cold of it shocking my system, furiously and vigorously I scrubbed at my skin. Pain. Why am I doing this? What is this feeling?
With a snarl, I took the soft towel next to me and went out of the room.
"Damn you Potter!" I hissed seeing red.