Post Mortem

Chapter 18

THORSTAN’S POV

I led Hendrix onto the dance floor, he still looked thoroughly duped at the kiss I had given him. “You didn’t have to kiss me,” he grumbled. “Actually I did. You see, you are my beautiful husband and I plan to show the whole world how much I love you,” I cooed, he sighed as he pulled his arm away from me, “I’m guessing you want to create more allies while we’re here?” he asked as he took inventory of the room. “That would be the plan love,” I sighed. He nodded before leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of my jaw, before he pulled away fully however he placed a gentle nip on the same spot. I felt a slight stir that was starting to become very familiar to me. I watched as he walked across the room to an elderly woman.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, not even as he was socializing with the other nobles. I was talking with some of my past followers, “He truly is handsome,” Lucius Malfoy said as he followed my gaze, “How did you meet?” he asked. I told him what Hendrix and I had agreed upon, the story of how we met, “How romantic. I do believe that your ward is close friends with my son, your husband however has a knack of making me miserable however,” he sighed. I wrench my eyes away from him, I chuckled, “Yes he does love doing that to people,” I sighed, “If you would excuse me for a moment.”

I made my way over to where Hendrix was standing. I slinked my arm around his waist and carefully placed a kiss behind his ear, the man that had clearly been flirting with my darling hesitantly left. *Let’s dance darling,* I hissed. Hendrix took a stuttering breath, “Dance with me?” I asked this time in English, “Of course, do be warned though I’m not very good,” he sighed. I led him to the dance floor and smiled as I drew him in close “Put your feet on mine,” I smiled. He hesitantly did, “I’m only doing this because I feel like I’m causing you pain,” he sassed.

We waltzed around the room, I carefully held Hendrix close to me. *I have become completely enamored by you, and it used to terrify me but now it gives me a strange feeling,* I hissed. “What did you say?” he breathed, “Just that you’re stepping on me and that my feet really hurt,” I shrugged. He narrowed his eyes at me, “Sure.”

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Finally we were going back to the manor, Hendrix was practically dead on his feet, he was leaning heavily against me as I apparated us home. I apparated him straight to his room, “Nifty,” I called, she popped up rubbing her eyes she glared up at me, “Whats?” she snapped. I flinched, this little elf was truly terrifying sometimes, “Could you assist me in getting Hendrix ready for bed?” I asked as politely as I could, she sighed as she popped away then reappeared with some milk, “Here,” and with that she was gone.

I looked at the glass of warm milk and gently set it down on the bed side table, “Come on dear let’s get you changed,” I sighed as I began to take off his robes, he sighed as he looked up at me, *It terrifies me too* he sighed as he leaned his head against my chest. My breath hitched. I felt everything in me falter. Then it all snapped. I lifted his head and smashed my lips against his, he groaned as he became more awake and intertwined his fingers into my hair, I pushed him down onto the bed and deepened the kiss. I pulled back slightly to look at his flushed face. I felt manic. I apparated myself away to my room and slumped against the door, my breathing was harsh and I could feel my self control shattering bit by bit.

Everything in me was screaming to go back to him, to completely make him mine, to claim him, to make sure he never forgets who he truly belongs with.

HENDRIX’S POV

I laid awake, wide awake. I couldn’t quiet my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Tom had just done. I swallowed as I felt my face heat up, just remembering made me nervous and made my stomach do weird summersaults. I swallowed as I clenched my eyes closed and tried to think of anything else, but it just wasn’t working really.

I rolled onto my side and looked at the wall. I clenched my eyes closed and tried to lure myself into sleep, I tried to relax every muscle in my body, I tried to think of anything but Tom. But the end result was not the one I was hoping for, my urges, my dreadful thoughts had won me over. I sat up and threw the covers off of me. I stalked over to my door but paused when I reached for the handle. I sighed as I turned and began to pace, “Mortem,” I hissed.

They appeared before, a brow raised in annoyance, “What do you want?” he snarked. I rolled my eyes at him, “This is not what I wanted, I did not want to feel this way about the bastard that killed my parent’s! I just wanted to save a part of me from what I had to suffer through,” I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose, “What the hell do you want me to do about it? I can’t control the way you feel,” they sighed right back. “If it bothers you that much I can just snip a simple little thing from your mind,” they shrugged, I watched him for a moment, “No, the ‘simple little thing’ is the thing that I need most, it is the one thing that got me through my last life, I will need it during this life,” I sighed with frustration.

“Since when did you get so wise? Oh right, when I fixed you,” they chuckled. I rolled my eyes at him, “Can’t you make him stop?” I asked hopefully, “Not unless you want a new little sociopath on your hands,” Mortem sighed. I clenched my jaw and glared, “This wasn’t supposed to happen, he still killed Harry’s parents,” I growled, “Yes but you recognize the fact he has changed don’t you,” they pointed out, “Yes I know, but… Merling I don’t know! It’s not right! I can’t feel like this for him! It’s wrong,” I growled. Mortem shrugged, “The only thing that is stopping you is yourself,” with that he vanished, back into the veil.

I clenched my fist, my mood controlling me, my magic lashed out and destroyed the room, whipping things off the shelves and walls, breaking anything that was to be broken. I collapsed and held my head in my hands. I glared at the floor before standing and walking to the door. I opened it and purposely headed down the corridor, I made it to the specific door that I had been looking for, I hesitated slightly. I sighed as I gently knocked, telling myself that if no one answered I would very gladly walk away and try to pursue sleep once again.

I stood there for what felt like hours, just as I was about to turn and go back to my room, but like always lady luck was not on my side. The door cracked open, Tom rubbed his eyes as he yawned, “Nifty?” he asked, he looked up at me and blinked, “Hendrix… is there something I can help you with?” he asked as he closed the door a bit more, “Um… I just… I can’t sleep,” I sighed, he watched me for a moment, “Neither can I…” he scratched his head and looked at the ground.

“Why did you kiss me?” I asked, he shrugged, “I… cannot tell you,” he whispered. *Please?* I asked, he chuckled, “That’s manipulative and unfair,” he exhaled. *How?* I smirked, he glared at me, “Hendrix I would stop if I were you,” he practically growled. I took a step closer, “If I didn’t know any better I would say that me speaking parseltongue bothers you,” I teased. His hand darted out and grabbed me yanking me into the room, he pinned me against the wall, *If I didn’t know any better I would say that you are trying to instigate me,* he hissed into my ear.

I swallowed as I allowed my eyes to linger on his, before sliding them down to look at his lips, I subconsciously wet my own, *Don’t do that,* he instructed as he slid his thumb over the lips. *Then stop me,* I demanded. He leaned forward, our breath intermingling, he leaned even closer. Centimeters, meters, kilometers, so, so close. When finally he was so close that our mouths were gently brushing against each other. I leaned forward…

At the last moment he pulled away, “Let’s get some rest,” he sighed as he took me by the wrist and led me to the bed. I groaned in frustration as he gently pushed me onto the bed, laying me down and tucking me in. He gently kissed my head before getting in on the other side.