Professor Riddle's favorite

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He is a man of his word, he proves that time and time again. It's already dusk outside when I finally wake up, my body doesn't seem to respond to my commands, my legs feel like gelatin, my hair is tangled from his hands that have wandered through it, my lips are sore from his. My body covered in bruises where his hands have held mine, where his fingers have pressed against my skin to control my body as it writhed beneath him. As if his life depended on it and otherwise I wouldn't realize that I am his, he used my body, knowing that no man can ever give me what he can. tirelessly and not losing his beauty, he controlled my body which I allowed in total surrender.Followed by an awkward and cold farewell, only to see him sitting on a chair next to my bed during my disturbed night's sleep, staring at me as I lay deeply asleep in bed in total devastation. I was unable to say anything, peacefully I fell back to sleep knowing that despite his cold attitude he was still there, not in my bed as I would like but close enough to feel safe.The man who has given fear a new meaning but can also take away all the fear I feel with a single touch.I turn around, my whole body screaming for me to stop so I can watch him engrossed in his book. He seems to manipulate everything around him because sleep can't seem to get to him. He sits on the chair completely carefree, his hair in loose curls over his forehead, his body wrapped in a blouse that is rolled up around his arms, his eyes sliding over the pages in front of him.He looks up and slowly closes the book on his lap. He looks at the state of my being with judging eyes but says nothing.He gets up from his position and walks towards the bed, the blanket he pulls off was the only cover on my naked body. He takes in the sight before him for a few seconds before he leans down and his curls fall in his face. Sliding his arms under my legs and neck, he lifts me up from the bed without any effort. Trustingly, I let myself be taken to the bathroom where he slowly lowers me into the small bath. He opens the tap and the warm water feels wonderful on my tired body, the room is quiet but it is a comfortable silence. He opens the buttons of his blouse and lets it fall from his shoulders to the floor, my eyes focused on the letters on his chest. He will never be fully mine as I am his, but whatever this is, I am at peace with it.The water from the shower head splashes on my head before rolling over my body and disappearing back into the shower drain, similar to the emotions that alternately fill my body when he is near. His hands get lost in my hair again as he massages in shampoo and then guides the water to rid my hair of it.His great hands over my body to rid me of my sin, sin that he created with precision and heavy-handedness and of which I hope I will remain a sinner forever.My eyes closed while the silence brings peace, every word would ruin this moment.He turns off the tap and rises from his awkward position along the bath to walk to the bedroom. Cold takes over my body now that the warm water has left my body, my nipples as proof. He comes back into the bathroom and puts something on the sink, after which he lifts me out of the bath in the same way he put me in and puts me on my feet in front of the mirror. He grabs a towel and starts to clean my body of the drops, slowly, making sure he hasn't missed a spot, he works his way up. In the mirror I see his curls sticking out above the sink and my hand rests on his head and slides over his body the more he rises.Maybe he was right and perfection does exist and I have always had the wrong definition of perfection, imperfection is still a form of perfection. He helps me into my underwear, his hands leaning on my hips, he kisses my body before he comes up and grabs a t-shirt from the sink. "That's not mine."Somewhat angry at myself for polluting the perfect silence with words, I look at him "I know, it's mine." He helps me into the oversized t-shirt that falls around my body like a dress. The smell that hangs around him in the t-shirt and I have to do my best not to close my eyes and breathe in the smell so deeply that I will never forget it.He walks around me and stops behind me, although he is normally heavy-handed, he is now so careful when he pulls the brush through my long hair. I chuckle cautiously when I look in the mirror and see the man behind me concentrated on my hair, his hands almost too big for the brush lost in my hair.My hair slowly takes its original shape, satisfied with the end result, he puts on his blouse while I remain in the same position and look at him through the mirror.He stands behind me and makes eye contact through the mirror. "Thank you." He nods his head and closes the last button of his blouse and slowly rolls up his sleeves."Follow me." He walks ahead and I follow him, barefoot in his T-shirt, afraid of undermining his authority and wasting my opportunity. My head prickles from the wet hair when we walk into the dark corridor of the almost empty castle. His pace is quick and confident, as if danger fears him, he walks through the corridors.He leads me into the shared bathroom and I watch him with some surprise as he walks to the sink. The bathroom has not been used for some time now that all students have bathrooms in their rooms and the room is very outdated despite its conservative beauty.I listen to the strange sounds that leave his mouth, of wich i cannot place their origin, his self-confidence indicates that he has no doubts about the sounds that leave his mouth and the circle of sinks opens violently. I watch the ritual from a distance and it seems as if he is experiencing some kind of euphoria.He extends his hand and I slowly walk towards him and take his outstretched hand, looking into the depths of the hole that the sinks have hidden. A spiral staircase seems to go on forever and I doubt the strength of my legs. He walks down the stairs while I follow him without asking and look up at the sink that closes above our heads and makes the room blinding, he has his wand with which he minimally illuminates the room and I look focused at the stairs, afraid of making a mistake. . His hand gets warmer the more we go into the depths while mine gets colder, his step accelerates impatiently with my pace and I do my best to keep up with him.The cold that takes over my body at the end of the stairs is comparable to the cold that his body brings. He stops in front of a large round door similar to a safe lined with snakes, again the unplaceable sounds come from his mouth and the snakes writhe over the safe before providing access to the secured room.He crosses the threshold and I hesitate, it feels like there really is no way back when I cross the threshold. I look up at his face and, as if that is the deciding factor, I step over the threshold into the dark space, an action that is rewarded with a grin. He walks forward and with every step he takes, candles light up on both sides of the wall. There is a dark tiled path through water and I uncertainly follow the path to the statue at the end.He seems proud of every step I take and I stop past him and stare at the statue of the man in front of us. "Close your eyes and hold your hand up." I do as expected and feel my body shaking as the ground moves and the water makes noise. Warm air blows against my hand. "Open your eyes." I carefully open my eyes, staring ahead, afraid to look in front of me, and see the body of a meter-long snake-type apparition that is at least five times larger than me in width. I slowly lower my head and look at the head of the beast before me as fear fills my body. "He's part of my plan." I look in disbelief at the man who seems unimpressed by the huge beast.When the sounds sound from his mouth and the animal moves backwards and slides into the statue's mouth, I can finally breathe again. I stand frozen in front of the statue "Why did you bring me here."He comes closer causing me to take a step back and he stops any further movement with his hand clasped around my arm. “From now on, my plan is your plan too.” Tears fill my eyes and roll down my cheeks as I stare at him. "I don't know if I can do that." The huge beast can't mean anything good and Draco seemed to be right, afraid of losing him if I stick to my principles I stare past him. "I chose you for a reason, You will stand by my side while more and more people realize that the only choice they have left is to be loyal to me , to us." His hand grabs my chin and forces me to make eye contact. "I'll take care of you and you'll take care of me, no one else is going to do it for us." He is indeed the closest thing I have ever had to family to someone who cares about me unconditionally. I nod my head with watery eyes and look at him. "The next time you come here, we'll make sure you can be by my side forever." He kisses my lips, causing all doubt to leave my body. I want to be his, there is little I wouldn't do for the man in front of me."From now on, my word is your word, my plan is your plan, your body is my body, your soul is my soul and do not betray me and I will ensure that a piece of humanity remains for you."