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Starry Eyed	By : Ledaswann Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 8476 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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‘Good girl.’ He uttered and reached for his wand.

Anna anticipated pain, but his spell apparently knocked her out. She awoke on a hard wooden floor. She looked up to find herself surrounded by polished black metal bars, and above her more wood. She was in a cage.

Beyond the cage were green velvet curtains that blocked her view of the room. She could hear people moving around a large echoing space and she gathered she must be in the grand hall. She vaguely acknowledged that she was now fully dressed in a beautiful green floor length dress. The material was soft and floaty. Her hair had been curled, she could feel make up on her skin and smell a vanillary perfume. She was not wearing underwear.

Why was she in the Grand Hall?

It was slowly dawning on Anna that she did have some role to play in this celebration. She must be required to carry out some task for Master. If satisfactory then her reward would be to finally lose her virginity. To be taken by her beautiful Master. Her heart soared. Finally the burning inside her would be satisfied. She lay down on the floor of the cage and dozed. She wanted to feel ready for this task and she would carry it out to the best of her ability, however painful or embarrassing it might be. It would be worth it for this most amazing of rewards.

Her dream crept up on her like a wraith, coming out of nowhere. The tree she had dreamt of before, her beautiful oak tree was ablaze again and she reached up to the branches to try to put it out. Her hands sunk into the wood of the tree and she realised with horror that the dark wood was actually millions of ants, all swarming together, they crawled down her arms and over her chest, the nest engulfing her, pulling her into it’s depths. They covered her face, getting into her eyes, nose and mouth. She tried to scream but the sound would not come out. She woke with a gasp, twitching away from the imaginary ants and found herself in the center of a very full Grand Hall.

The curtains had been drawn back and she was on full view of everyone in the room. She looked about wildly for some shelter but found none.

Several young witches were stood in a group nearby dressed immaculately and sipping something blood red in crystal flutes. They turned to face her as she woke. One tall, striking brunette with a voice like cut glass came forward to the cage and bent down to speak through the bars.

‘Wakey, wakey little Muggle. Did you have sweet dreams?’ She questioned.

Anna, tried to smooth her hair and arrange herself. She felt a little puffy and she had an awful taste in her mouth after the nap.

‘Yes, thank you Miss.’ She answered tentatively. She assumed that Master would want her to behave cordially to his guests. Despite knowing that this woman was making fun of her, she stopped herself from berating the witch.

The brunette giggled, and her friends joined in from further away. ‘Well, what fine manners you have for a savage!’ she cried. Anna went red. ‘You’re not bad looking either. Girls come look at it. ’ She beckoned the other witches over and they came laughing and stumbling over each other.

Anna lowered her head and put her arm over her chest defensively. The brunette poked her wand through the bars of the cage. ‘No, no! Look up Muggle! See it’s not as ugly as you’d expect! Quite pretty actually!’ She said.

The other witches murmured in agreement. Anna blushed furiously. The brunette snorted, 'Ohhh look at it blushing! I didn't think Muggles had any shame! What a strange creature you are!'

‘It’s awfully skinny though, don’t you think?’ Said a raven-haired witch with a turned-up nose and the largest pair of breasts Anna had ever seen. ‘Look how flat-chested it is. Put a bit of weight on and you might have some tits, Muggle!’ She cackled with laughter and the other young witches joined in.

The brunette spotted a group of young men across the room and insisted that her friends accompany her to meet them. ‘Bye bye little Muggle. Hope it’s not too painful! Just bite your lip, that’s what I did!’ and with that she swanned away still clutching her blood-red drink.

Anna watched them go, her brows furrowed. What was that supposed to mean? So her task involved pain. That was hardly surprising. If it involved Malfoy it was sure to involve pain at some point. But the witch had insinuated she had been through the same thing. Anna was baffled.

She scanned the rest of the room. The strangely attired crowd milled about, as people do at parties, drinking and chatting, laughing and kissing each other in welcome. There was some gentle classical music playing and Anna could smell food from across the room. A perfectly normal party. The only thing that was out of place was Anna, the scrawny little Muggle sat in a cage in the middle of the room.

Suddenly Anna saw Claire across the room. She was walking arm in arm with Draco, dressed as immaculately as the young, drunken witches but surpassing their beauty tenfold. The wizards in the Grand Hall ogled her as she walked past. Anna waited until they had come to a stop, Draco had been accosted by an older wizard and chatted awkwardly with him, while Claire looked on smiling up at Draco dreamily. Anna shifted as close as possible to the bars, she was frightened that reaching beyond them would aggravate her necklace, and stage-whispered ‘Claire!’

Claire blinked but didn’t look her way. Anna tried again, ‘Claire! Claire!’ Claire glanced towards the cage. Anna waved at her smiling but was met with an icy stare. Anna looked back questioningly, but Claire had moved so that her back was facing the cage.

Anna’s stomach lurched. Had she done something wrong? She wracked her brain for something. Draco seemed to grow very uncomfortable, finally closing the conversation with the old wizard and made to leave; Anna panicked and flung herself against the steel bars shouting. ‘Please, Claire come back’ tears of frustration prickling her eyes.

The spell did exactly as Anna expected and the shock of pain threw her backwards to the floor of the cage. Tears streamed down the sides of her face into her hair, but it was the sting of rejection that caused them, rather than the physical pain of the curse. What had she done wrong? Claire looked at her the way Draco looked at her, with pure hatred and disgust. The hope that at some point they could escape Malfoy Manor and find Lara had made it's way to the back of Anna's mind, but it was still there. She still loved Claire like a sister, and to be shunned in this way left Anna feeling dizzy with grief. She lay quietly crying, not noticing the hushed room, or the figure stood at her feet by the cage.

‘So this is my gift?’ said an unnaturally high pitched voice.

Anna lifted her head to see the source of the voice.

She gasped in horror. She couldn’t quite understand why no one else was running away or screaming in terror. Somehow a monster had gotten into the party. It’s deathly pale skin contrasted with black robes and bright red eyes shone in sunken sockets. What was most terrifying however was the two feint slits it had in place of a nose. Inhumanly leading down to the jagged set of teeth visible in it's evil smile. Anna made an odd shrieking noise and sat up with a jolt, attempting to get as far away from the monster as she could, she threw herself backwards narrowly missing the bars. The assembled crowd murmured.

‘Skittish little thing isn’t it?’ said the monster in that awful voice. The crowd laughed with it, but Anna barely noticed, unable to take her eyes away from the horrific being in front of her.

‘Lucius, remove the proximity curse from the cage. ’ It said.

Malfoy swept his wand from his cane. ‘Yes, my Lord.’ He said, his voice full of reverence. Anna blinked in disbelief. This creature was The Dark Lord that everyone spoke about? He was without a doubt the most terrifying thing Anna had ever seen. Every nightmarish figure that haunted her dreams rolled into one. She was trembling all over.

‘Come, Muggle.’ Said Lord Voldemort.

Anna couldn’t move, even though she knew she must. She tried to will her limbs to move but she couldn’t. Every part of her instinct was screaming at her to try and get as far away from this thing as possible.

Lord Voldemort raised his long bony hand ever-so-slightly and Anna flew towards him, smacking into the bars that separated them with a cry. She tried desperately to push backwards but some invisible force pressed her harder into the bars.

Voldemort moved closer and Anna screamed, ‘Please! Please don’t don-‘

He glanced up at her face with his terrible sunken eyes ‘Hush now, little Muggle’ Anna’s throat attempted another scream but no sound emerged. Voldemort pulled her down so that her face met his and he studied her terrified eyes. He examined her hair and opened her mouth to check her teeth. Anna felt herself go limp, the magical force that held her to the bars was the only thing holding her up. She was so frightened of this terrible creature that her body just gave up.

He moved down, running his pale, bony hands down her arms and back up the the thick straps that held up her dress. He unclasped them and let the dress slip down to her waist. He ran a hand down to her breasts and cupped one.

‘How old is it Lucius?’ he said.

Malfoy shifted uncomfortably. ‘Twenty-two My Lord’. He said quietly.

Voldemort’s face showed the slightest hint of surprise. ‘Well, you’re practically doing it a favour!’ the crowd howled with laughter. Anna cringed, she wasn't sure what Lord Voldemort had meant by that, but it was apparently meant as an insult.

Voldemort pushed the dress down the rest of the way and spread Anna’s legs; she closed her eyes tightly which pushed a fresh load of tears down her cheeks. He ran his pointed fingers across her cheeks and said quietly enough that only Anna could hear; ‘Now, now no need for tears little one’. The action and words, despite apparently meaning to comfort her, only served to make him more terrifying.

Her mind raced with all the terrible things he was going to do to her, she pictured her corpse hung, drawn and quartered, burned to a crisp and covered in blood. She begged, 'Please, please, no, no.' But still no sound came, her lips moved but the crowd only heard Lord Voldermort's approving murmurs as he inspected the skinny Muggle in the cage.

His hand trailed from her face, down her tummy and between her legs. She felt his icy cold fingers at her entrance, which she noticed with great shame was slick with her juices. Why did being frightened turn her on so much? She must be a complete freak of nature. The corner of his mouth twitched with something that could have been a smile and he delved a long finger into her, searching for the proof of her virginity. Anna gasped, but luckily the magic still held on her voice and no one could hear it.

Voldemort nodded and withdrew his finger. ‘Excellent, Lucius. Lily standard indeed.’ Anna fell back to the floor with a bump and scrambled backwards again, trying to shield her nudity from the gaze of the crowd. Lord Voldemort turned to a servant who carried a large silver bowl of shimmering golden water, and began to wash his hands. 'I trust she will be forthcoming Lucius?' he said serenely to Malfoy but looked directly at Anna, his eyes boring into hers.

Voldemort continued as he walked away towards the crowd, which parted to reveal a large black throne raised on a dais a little way away. ‘Go ahead now Lucius, don’t keep me waiting.’

Malfoy flicked his wand and the top of the cage moved up towards the ceiling slowly. Anna tensed with the new exposure. She tried to mentally prepare herself for the task ahead, though she still didn’t quite understand what she was expected to do. It was hard to feel focused and prepared however, with the steely gaze of that pale monster on her. He was sitting with his chin resting on his hand, waiting.

Now Anna was sat on the raised platform that used to be the bottom of the cage. She looked about the crowd in confusion. Some members were moving away, a couple of older witches looked upset. The young brunette that had spoken to Anna was now at the front of the crowd, her arm entwined with a beautiful wizard’s. The group of young magical folk whispered and giggled together, evidently more drunk.

Malfoy came towards Anna, his robes billowing behind him. He looked cold and determined. ‘Master?’ Anna squeaked and he slapped her hard across the face. ‘Never until spoken to. ’ He spat. The crowd murmured and the young witches laughed nervously.

He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her onto her back. Her nipples, stiffened with arousal. Was he going to take her now? In front of all these people? She felt a pang of shame but the fire in her sex burned in longing. He reached into his robes to free his erect cock.

Malfoy brought his cock to her opening and slowly brought it up and down her slit. She sighed and bucked against him, desperate for him to come inside. He slipped the head of his cock in and Anna bit her lip in anticipation. In one hard thrust he plunged his cock all the way inside her small body. She let out a long cry of pain and he pinned down her arms to thrust a couple more times. Her heart pounded in her chest, the pain inside felt sharp, as if he were stabbing and tearing at her. She knew that this wouldn't last long though, it would soon feel good.

She braced herself for more pain, but Malfoy pulled out of her, she looked up at him to see him crouched between her legs uttering some magical sounding words. She felt an odd tickling sensation deep inside for a few seconds and then Malfoy rose to his feet holding a small glass vial half filled with red liquid.

The audience broke into an applause. Malfoy gestured to a servant to come and retrieve the vial and take it to Lord Voldemort and rearranged his robes to cover himself.

‘I thank you for this gift, Lucius. On this anniversary of the greatest day of our time. Enjoy the rest of the evening.'

The music swelled and the party goers went about chatting and laughing as they had done before. Anna sat up to see Voldemort holding the vial of her blood, turning it in his long fingers. Anna had no idea what he was going to use it for, and she didn't care. That was her purpose. Her blood was where her value lay. But why carry on as if she had to perform a task? Why not just rape her the first night in Malfoy Manor, take her blood that way?

Malfoy came back to her. ‘Come, Anna.’ She rose shakily without protest, a servant placed a silver robe around her shoulders but she made no effort to cover her bare body. The group of drunk witches fell silent as she walked past and followed her Master out of the room.
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