Voldemort returns and is intent on revenge, preventing the prophecy from coming true and ensuring his reign over the wizarding world. But everything changes when he realizes the girl who lived, his ultimate nemesis...is actually a Horcrux...
Voldemo...
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That evening, as the water cascaded from the showerhead, Hadria hesitated at the bathroom door. It was the first time she had dared to enter when Voldemort had gone in alone. For days, they had showered separately.
Voldemort glanced over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips as he began to disrobe.
"May I join you?" Hadria asked, her voice timid.
"I thought you'd never ask, my dear," he replied, stepping toward her. His touch was gentle as he helped her undress, and he kissed her forehead before leading her into the spacious shower. The hot water enveloped them, its warmth a balm for tired muscles and frayed nerves.
"You like it hot as well then?" He chuckled.
"I could stay in it all day," Hadria murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. A content smile crossed her face as she closed her eyes, savoring the moment.
Her eyes wandered to the fancy soap bottles lined up on the shelf. Shampoo, conditioner, and body wash—all neatly labeled. She had always wondered about the purpose of shampoo and conditioner.
It seemed like a mundane detail, but now, with Voldemort standing so close, it felt oddly intimate.
"I've been wondering," she began, her gaze still fixed on the bottles. "What in the world do you do with shampoo and conditioner?"
Voldemort's lips curved into a small smile. "It wasn't for me," he replied, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I suppose they had it for guests."
Hadria frowned as she pumped some of the shampoo into her palm and began washing her hair.
"Your guests?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
He chuckled softly.
"Well, my dear," he said, stepping closer, "had I decided to bring some entertainment back, perhaps. But I think I know where your mind is going with this, sweet girl...so allow me to let you in on a little secret. While I may be far too old too be a virgin, I have previously only bedded women to satisfy a need."
She rinsed her hair, feeling his hands running through the wet strands.
"Anyone I know?"
"My you are a curious creature...and perhaps...a jealous one, hm?"
"Maybe," she admitted. "Don't think I haven't noticed you are too."
