Oh man, Voldemort's hubris and dramatic god-like posturing! He's always on, isn't he? LOL! I don't mean to be funny, because this fic is just so smartly put together, from Voldemort's distaste for the Malfoys, to his cultivation of a consort but not an equal in Minerva, to his shock that she, with her intelligence, cannot fathom she must submit to him and his plans. Even his sexual arousal doesn't seem weakness or vulnerability, per se, more like another glorying in his powers, another stratagem, albeit more intimate than the others he uses with his followers/would-be followers. It's very satisfying that he *can't* reach Minerva at the end, though the close is suitably creepy and unsettling. Great job!
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