Broken But Beautiful (SnapeXReader) COMPLETE

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 I woke up with a note on the floor. Someone must have slipped it under my door while I was asleep. I picked it up. It read:

Please come join me for lunch.

-V

I mentally groaned. There are so many other things I would like to do right now besides eating lunch with Voldemort.

Just then an idea came to me. I won't eat lunch with him. He likes it when I put up a slight fight so I will give it to him.

It's not like he will hurt me. He likes me too much. But there could be another reason, maybe I have subconsciously put the idea that he shouldn't hurt or kill me into his head. I have no idea what I have done or have not done with my powers so it's possible that I have.

I got dressed in a pair of shorts and an off the shoulder top.

On my way out from my room I grabbed a pair of sunglasses. I headed downstairs and left the manor through the back door that led to the large garden.

I found an old bench in need of a fresh coat of paint, and laid down on it. My feet were dangling off the edge of it. The sun felt so good on my skin.

I closed my eyes and waited.

Twenty minutes later I heard footsteps on the grass.

"What are you doing?"

I opened my eyes and looked to the side. Voldemort was standing there. How did I know he was going to be here? Is it possible that somehow without even trying, I made him come out here? I just decided he was going to come out here and he did?

"Tanning." I simply replied.

"Did you get my note?"

"Yup."

"Then why did you not come?"

"I am not hungry."

"Well you should have told me." He said, his voice slightly raised.

I sat up and moved my sunglasses so they were on the top of my head. "It's not a big deal. You still ate didn't you? What did it matter that I wasn't there?"

"I wanted to see you." He said calmly.

"I am sorry. I just....."

"Don't apologize."

"Why shouldn't I? I am really sorry that I didn't tell you and that I gave you attitude. Do you want to have dinner together tonight?"

Voldemort smiled. "I would love to."

I stood up and walked over to him. Just when I was about to reach him, I ran into a wall. But there wasn't a wall there. I pressed my hand against the invisible wall.

"It's protection for me." Said Voldemort.

"What?"

"None of my death eaters can get close to me without me initiating it. It's a spell that was put on the tattoos."

"So I can't just walk up and say..... Kiss you?"

"No. I can walk over to you then you can."

I frowned. "That takes the fun out of it."

He was silent for a moment. "Do you want me to take the spell off yours?"

"You would do that?"

"Only for you."

"I would like that."

He took out his wand and lifted his sleeve. He pointed his wand at his skull tattoo and muttered something.