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Necessary Sacrifices	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 31254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Lying on his bed with the curtains
drawn and a silencing charm enveloping them, Draco pushed the dark head at his
groin deeper, ignoring the resistence and muffled
yelp of protest.�
Useless.� No matter how often she did this Pansy was just
a lousy cocksucker.�

She didn�t like it and made it clear that she was only doing it as a favour �
which was fine, but she was so bloody gingerly about it.� She made a face like she was doing something
disgusting, even if she tried to disguise it with that ridiculous attempt to
look sultry.�

She gagged if he even brushed the back of her throat, her mouth was held wide
as if she were trying not to touch
him with her tongue and she cried if he tried to make the best of a poor
showing and just fucked her mouth.�
Pushing her down deeper he ignored
her protest and struggled to get off on the feeling.�

Ugh.. it was just a waste of
time..�
He used Pansy because she was
always there, always panting after him.�
She would prefer him to fuck her, obviously � but he didn�t always want that.. besides.. she was almost as lousy a
fuck as she was a cocksucker.� Bloody frigid bint.��
She was convenient.. and
that was about it. �Getting one of the
others required a small amount of effort to charm them, even if the payoff was much
greater.�

With Pansy he didn�t have to bother with that.�
He could order her into the boys bathroom and
down onto her knees at a moment�s notice.�
He�d given her a charmed bracelet
to tell her when to come into his room.�
He�d gotten the idea from the dark mark.�
This morning he�d felt like a blow job and summoned her and now he was
feeling more frustrated than before.�
He�d have been better off just using his hand.�

His mother had told him that he was supposed to marry Pansy after he
graduated.�

Well that wouldn�t be happening.�

He was not going to put up with a lousy fuck for a wife for the rest of his
life.� Not even if he was free to go and
have a bit on the side whenever he liked.��
Oh Merlin.� Now the silly bitch was crying again.� This was just more than anyone could be
expected to put up with, really!�

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off his prick.�

�Get out.� He growled.�
Pansy looked up at him with wide
wet eyes. ��What?!� she sobbed.�
�OUT!� he raged.� �Get the fuck out Pansy.� Go clean yourself
up � you look like shit.� I�ve had enough
of you.� Get the fuck out of my room and
don�t come back unless I call you.��

He pushed her away and sat up, ignoring the shocked hurt look on her narrow
face.� She was so sharp and pointy with
her skinny face and her straight shoulder length black hair.� Sometimes she reminded him a bit of his
godfather even.��

That thought was just
disgusting.�
He got out of bed, continuing to
ignore the girl who still sat frozen, as if hoping he�d take it back.� Gathering his things he went and took a
shower.� When he came back she was
gone.�

Good.� �That at least�, he fumed.�

He dressed absent thought and collected his books, ready to go up to
breakfast.�� He was just walking out of
the portrait hole when a disembodied hand descended upon his shoulder.�

Jumping half a foot and skittering away from the hand, his mind finally made
the connection and he glared poisonously at the empty space where he supposed Potter
was standing.
�What the fuck are you doing down
here!� No.� Don�t talk.�
Follow me.� You better hope that
nobody else saw you come down here or you�ll regret it!��
Instead of heading up toward the
stairs he walked deeper into the dungeons, taking several turns until he was in
a darker unused corridor.� Nobody came
down here anymore.� It was all unused
storage.�

He slipped through a door into a pitch black room, holding it open for a second
to let Potter follow.�
When a faint cough informed him
that the twit had followed he closed the door and put up half a dozen warding,
silencing and impervious spells.� Nobody
would be watching or listening in on their conversation if he had anything to
say about it.�

Lighting a lumos, finally he demanded �Well?!�
What the fuck did you think you were you doing waiting for me outside
the Slytherin common room?!�
A second wand flared to life and Potty
was lit from below, great shadows from his glasses stretching over his
face.�
�I need more..� You have to go to Vol��
Draco hissed at him �Don�t say his name, scarhead!� Don�t you have any sense?!��
The other boy blinked and frowned
and then suddenly exclaimed. �I knew it!!� You�ve taken the dark mark, haven�t you?!� That�s why you�re scared.� The only other person who reacts like that to his name is..was Snape.��
Draco scowled and sneered back. �You�re
just guessing and you�ll never know for sure, Potter.� Remember � YOU want something from ME - which
I might or might not decide to give you so you should show a bit more respect!��
There was silence for a moment as
the two glared at each other.�
Potter broke first. �Fine!� I need you to
go to..him..now.. and get more memories.. I want to see Snape.. and I want to see what happened
after the last memory he sent.��
Draco frowned.� What happened in the last memory
?!

He asked this and Potter�s face blanked.�
�He�ll know what I mean .� And there�s
something else I need to ask about..� I..�� the boy
hesitated.� Draco could almost smell his
concern and indecision.� He wanted to
know what the memory had been about but he wanted to know even more what was
causing this worry on the bloody boy hero�s face.� No doubt it was something serious.� If he couldn�t use it against him himself,
probably the Dark Lord would be very pleased with him for bringing the
information.�
�Yeah?� he asked almost kindly. �What
do you need to ask?��
Potter swallowed and bit his
lip.� Draco�s eye was drawn to it.� He looked a lot younger with this expression
in the dark.� He was reminded of the boy
he�d been in first year when his father had instructed him to befriend Harry Potter
and he�d failed.� Potter had humiliated
him in front of everyone.� And he�d kept
doing it over and over every year since.�

He hadn�t understood in first year.� It
had hurt when he�d extended a hand of friendship and been degraded for it.� He swore he�d make him pay.�
The green eyes were black in the
dark as Potter appraised him uncertainly.�
�I..��
Draco waited patiently, not daring
to say anything in case he said the wrong thing and made Potter change his mind
about whatever was so important.� In that
moment the boy lowered his eyes and shook his head

�Nothing.. It..doesn�t
matter.� Just the memories��
Draco felt anger well up in
him.� Fuck.� He wanted whatever it was that Potter didn�t
want to say.

�Why should I do that for you, Potter?�
What are you going to do for me?�
Every time I go there, I risk my life you know � and I risk Dumbo finding out � which my father would kill me over.� And now you want me to skive off and go there
on a Friday morning?! With no notice?!� Why can�t you wait till tomorrow?!��
Potter looked angry and conflicted.
�I..I just can�t.. I need to
know now..�� His
eyes wavered left and right and then he glanced up briefly.� Draco almost started at the desperation in
them.� What exactly had the Dark Lord
shown him?!� He looked like an addict
needing the next potion.� A dark smug
satisfaction welled up inside Draco.�
�You really need it, huh..� he asked innocently.. like a single fin on a surf beach.�
Harry bit his lip and released it
before looking up and swallowing. �Yes.�
..Please Malfoy.. go now, ok?��

It looked like that please cost him a lot.�

Draco felt the absolute power that Potter just gave him.� Now that his godfather was gone, he was the only way Potter could get whatever
memories he seemed to want from the Dark Lord.�
He really was desperate.�

..How desperate, he wondered.�
�Get on your knees, Potter.� He
said in a low growl that brooked no argument.��
He saw the Saviour of the Light�s eyes widen and his mouth fall open in
surprise. �What?!�
No!� What the hell!� No!�
Get stuffed Malfoy!��
Draco snarled at the response.� True.. he didn�t actually want to do that with Potter.. but he wanted to
make him agree to it.� He wanted to know
that the famous hero � the purer than the driven snow tosser
that everyone in the school worshipped was willing to drop to his knees and
suck him off on command.
�Do you want me to go to the Dark
Lord or not, Potter?!� Cause I could be
having my cornflakes right now.� I�ll end
up with a detention if I ditch transfiguration.�
A round of cruciatus in the morning and that dry old
bag McGonagall glaring at me for an hour this evening, just to light up your
face in childlike happiness.� Why
the fuck should I do that for you?!� What
have you ever done for me?!� Get down on
your fucking knees or stop wasting my time!��

He glared at the visibly shocked boy and then made as if to leave.�
�NO!�� Potter stopped him, his hand on Draco�s
arm.� Draco looked down at it and raised
an eyebrow in distaste, sneering.

�Wait!..� Potter said, his voice not only laced with
desperation but now tinged with despair too.�
Inside Draco was giggling in
delight.� Oh how the mighty had
fallen.� Any minute now and Potty would
drop to his knees and submit to whatever Draco commanded.� This was like some kind of dream.�

He resisted the urge to pinch himself.

�I�m listening� he said irritatedly.
Potter�s face was a mask of
misery.� �Swear that if I do, you�ll go
to him for me when I ask from now on.��
Draco snorted in amusement. �No.
This is a one-time deal.� Good for
today.� Right now in fact.� You want me to go back again later, we�ll
renegotiate.� Gifts from the Dark Lord
are free, but your demands are going to cost you from now on and they�ll cost more
when they�re a pain in the arse for me.�
That�s the way it is, Potter.��
He scrutinised the wandlit face of his enemy and ..yes..
there it was! right then.. he could actually see
the exact moment when Potter cracked.�
�Ok.� Fine.. it�s not like I have a choice.� The boy muttered angrily,
looking away.�
Oh Salazar no.� He wasn�t getting off that easily.�

�You have a choice, Potter.� You can walk
away.� I�m not twisting your arm.� You want something.� I�m naming a price.� You�re willing to pay or you�re not.� Think of it as a business transaction..��
Potter looked at him in
horror.� He smirked back.� �Yes Potter � I�m calling you a whore.� Now prove to me that you are one� he thought
gleefully.�

�Its your choice.� He said
simply.�
He watched as the extreme aversion
washed over the other boy�s face visibly.�
He really, really
didn�t want to do this.�

And yet!� Draco watched, enthralled, as
the boy who lived got down onto his knees in front of him, his head bowed and
hidden in darkness.��

The thrill, the triumph of the situation was like a physical thing beating in
his chest.� He wished he had a camera to
preserve the moment for posterity.�
...perhaps Potter would want something more in the future and he...

...but that would rest upon actually carrying out his little deal now.�

He hadn�t really thought about that.� He
didn�t go for other guys.�

On the other hand.. it was
dark.. He could pretend it was someone else if it felt weird. �
He allowed a hand to slip down and
stroke over his cock through his robe. �He
was actually surprised to find himself half hard already.� He�d been a bit excited over putting Potter
in his place but he hadn�t really noticed his pants tightening.� Maybe it was just because Pansy had left him
frustrated.�

He unfastened his robe one handed, still holding his lit wand, and then stroked
over his cock again through his trousers, feeling himself harden fully.�
He was going to do it.�

He was going to shove his cock down the throat of the boy who bloody lived and
choke him with it.� He wasn�t gay or anything but an exception would
just have to be made in light of the
beautiful perfection of this situation.�
Unfastening his trousers he got
himself out and ran a hand up and down his shaft lightly, teasing himself.� Then he pointed his wand at Potter�s face, enjoying
the way the boy flinched away from it.�

It illuminated glistening tear tracks down his cheek.�

Draco thought he might die from pleasure.�

�Stop snivelling and get on with it, Potter, if you�re going to do it.� And if I feel teeth � I�ll see that I don�t
find you till lunch when I get back.��
The other boy didn�t meet his eyes
but turned toward him, looking up to about groin level and seeming to muster
the cock pointed at his face with horrified fascination.�

Draco watched, if anything more hypnotised by the emotions blatantly being displayed on Potter�s
face.�

The other boy raised a hand and tentatively gripped him at the base.� It felt..different
to how girls tended to touch him.� More familiar if anything.�
More like the way he gripped himself.�

He was still thinking about that when Potters tongue suddenly traced up the
underside of his cock, making him flinch and making his prick twitch.�

It felt good.� He was surprised.�

Swallowing, he watched as Potter did it again, suppressing a shiver as the tip
of the other boy�s tongue ran up and through the slit at the tip.� Fuck.. Potter was
sucking lightly up the sides of his shaft and it felt amazing.� No one had ever
done it quite like that before.� He
realised with horror that this wasn�t Potter�s first time sucking cock! �

Maybe he�d gotten down on his knees for half the sixth year and Draco hadn�t
realised.�
At that moment his thought melted
briefly as the head of his penis was sucked into a hot tight mouth and a tongue
circled around it.�

�fuck..� he breathed, thrusting slightly with his hips
against the mouth.�

Potter obliged and took him deeper, beginning to suck up and down slowly.� His mouth felt so tight and hot and
slippery.� He realised with horror that Potters
mouth actually felt better than Pansy�s pussy.

Groaning softly, he reached out a hand for the head at his groin.�

It felt weird the way the hair was so short when he gripped it.� He felt a hum around his prick as he did,
too.� Potter liked having his hair
pulled?�
He had let his other hand with the
wand fall even as his head had fallen back.�
He didn�t need to see.� From the
moment the hot mouth started sucking on him he found his care about watching Potter�s
degradation dropping off rapidly.� Right
now he just wanted to feel that hot suction moving up and down..

He dragged Potter deeper by his hair and the boy choked slightly but didn�t
stop moving.� Beautiful!�

It was when he felt fingertips lightly stroke over his balls that he suddenly
lost it.� He hissed, swearing again
breathlessly, and felt himself tipping over the
precipice.�
Unbelievably, Potter, apparently
realising it, suddenly sucked him harder and deeper.�

He groaned loudly as he shot his load into the other boy�s throat.� His mind reeled and he swayed on his feet,
his knees suddenly weak.

He felt Potter swallow.�

He actually swallowed his cum..

Draco felt dizzy suddenly and crashed to his knees as if felled, only remaining
upright due to sudden arms around him.
�Malfoy!� Potters
voice hissed, sounding concerned.��
He shook his head slightly and
forcibly pulled himself back together.

�Let go, Potter.� He hissed in the unbroken darkness.� His wand had gone out at some point.� Thank Merlin he hadn�t dropped it.�
Even after the arms had withdrawn,
he could feel Potter�s presence in front of him, the faint movements in the air
from his breath.� Shit..
he could smell
his own semen on the boy�s breath.�

He really did it.� He just got Potter to
suck him off.� Saggy Hags
tits. He didn�t know what to think about this.�
�Fine.� I�ll go right now.� Tell McGonagall I was called away to a family
emergency if she asks.� She probably won�t.� She�ll just mark me down in that bloody book
and send me a detention slip by elf.� Fucking bitch.� She
has a thing against Slytherins.� You think you had it bad with Snape � half
the teachers are against Slytherins. �McGonagall, Flitwick,
Bins, Pomfrey, even that oaf Hagrid � you�ve got no
idea how-��

He didn�t get any further in his little rant to relieve the tension he felt
inside, because his words were suddenly smothered by lips pressed against
his.�
�!!!!� he squeaked in shock.� Potter was bloody kissing him.�

He blinked and then pushed the other boy back as hard as he could.�
�WHAT THE BLOODY
HELL DO YOU THINK YOU�RE DOING, POTTER?!!
�I�m not your fucking boyfriend!� This was just business.� You wanted an owl to the Dark Lord and I
wanted to get off.� Don�t get confused
and think I want to hold your hand or anything.�
Ugh.��

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.�
Disgusting.�
He could almost taste his own
semen now.�

Getting to his feet he lit his wand.� It
displayed the boy who lived still sprawled back on his elbows, looking even
more confused and disgusted than he felt himself, if that was even
possible.�
�I�ll go now.� Meet me by the statue of the one eyed witch
after transfiguration.� If I�m not there
and I don�t come in to charms late then meet me there at lunchtime.� Hopefully I�ll be there after transfiguration
but..you never know with him.��
He didn�t wait for any response but
dropped all the wards quickly and slid out of the room, leaving Potter in the
dark.�� His mind was still reeling and he
wanted to be far away as soon as humanly possible.�
Instead of taking the normal exit
he went down into the deeper dungeons and used the hidden exit Slytherins had been using to sneak out after hours for
centuries.�� Casting a disillusionment
charm he hurried down to the forbidden forest, running through the dim horrible
place as quickly as he could, to the point from which he could apparate.�

He hated having to use the forest.� It
was creepy in here and there were horrible things.� You never knew if you might be attacked by a
redcap or an erlking or worse. He preferred to apparate from the road to Hogsmeade but since Potter was in
such a bloody hurry...��
As he ran he fumbled at the button
of his school shirt till he could shove his wand up his sleeve and activate his
mark.�� The apparition point was just up
ahead.� He jumped over some roots on the
ground and jogged through the leaves to the blue marker that denoted the edge
of the Hogwarts wards.�
The forest around him was
silent.�

Absolutely silent.�

It was not good when that happened.�
Something big was around here somewhere.�

He hoped whatever it was it was hunting something else and not him.�
Come on, come on, he urged his
quiescent mark.� Burn
already.� He considered activating
it again, but that would definitely
earn him a punishment.�
He looked around himself suspiciously.� It was gloomy and dim.� He couldn�t see that far.� His wand gripped tightly, a confringo ready to release, the
oppressive atmosphere grew heavier but did not produce horrible creatures
ambushing him.�

Finally he felt his mark burn.�
Relieved, he apparated at once,
promising himself he�d return via the road to Hogsmeade.�
He reappeared in the Dark Lord�s
study, somewhat disorientated, turning to find the Dark Lord seated at his
desk.�
He looked annoyed.�
Gulping, Draco dropped to his knees
immediately.�

�Sorry,my Lord.� I didn�t mean to interrupt you.� Potter was waiting outside the common room
and begged me to come to you immediately.�

He..he wants more memories.� He said he needed them.� He was
desperate.��
The snake face looking at him
blinked and the annoyance dissipated somewhat. ��Show me� he demanded.
Draco cringed.� Oh no!�
No he didn�t want this.� He�d have to experience it all over again
while the Dark Lord watched..oh this was just not good.�
�Malfoy!� What are you dithering about?!� Come here!��
He flinched and found himself
automatically rising to his feet and moving toward the Dark Lord, getting down
on his knees before him.� It seemed that
no matter what his mind might want, his body
wanted to not be crucioed right now.� He allowed the thin white fingers of the man
to tilt his face to the angle he preferred and then there was that terrible
familiar presence in his mind.� Memories flashed� and then he was waking up again.��

He relived his day as if a white serpentine spectre were� stalking him everywhere, feeling the
dark amusement of the man at Pansy�s pathetic blowjob, at his enormous flinch
at Potter�s hand outside the Slytherin common room.��

The Dark Lord stood by his side in the dark room, lit by torchlight as he spoke
with Potter.� The man moved closer to Potter
and seemed to examine him like a bug on a slide as the other boy very nearly begged.�

He shot a surprised glance back at Draco when he ordered Potter to his
knees but seemed amused rather than annoyed, to Dracos
overwhelming relief.�

When after a bit of dithering and ranting Potter dropped to his knees and then
started to actually suck him off, Draco became uncomfortably aware of the Dark
Lords delight.� The man crouched on his
haunches and scrutinised Potter.�
Afterward he stood with a large sinister smirk and when Potter kissed
him he burst into laughter.

Cruel laughter.�

The rest of the memory was scanned through rapidly to the moment of apparition
before the Dark Lord pulled out.��
Draco observed the pleased smile on
his Lord�s face now.� Obviously doing
that to Potter wasn�t a problem.�

The man, he realised was still looking down into his eyes.�
�No.� Not a problem at all, Draco.� In fact.. I would
like you to pursue this.��
Draco furrowed his brow feeling an
uneasy queasiness in his gut suddenly.�
�Pursue it, my Lord??�� he asked fearfully.�

The smile on the serpentine face grew broader and more sinister if
possible.�
�Yes.� I want you to seduce him.�� Take his mind off his poor missing professor
and his lost best friend.� I want you to
make Potter fall in love with you, Draco.��
Draco felt his heart suddenly beat
at double time and he saw spots.� Fuck..� he
knew it was a bad idea.� Oh Merlin. �Oh Salazar.�

He couldn�t do that.�

He.. he didn�t want to do
that.� He didn�t want Potter..touching him...like that.�
Or kissing him.. Merlin!�
�I..� he
choked out, terrified.� He couldn�t say
no to the Dark Lord.� You didn�t just say
no � I can�t.� I don�t want to.��

He felt himself starting to hyperventilate and looked away in desperation.�
�Now now, Draco.� You are being overdramatic.� You enjoyed
your little experiment with Potter.� I know that you did.� This simply means ...extending
that experiment somewhat.� The boy has no
one at present.� It should be
pathetically simple for you to make him cling to you.��
Draco looked up at the crimson eyes
helplessly. �but..� he started and got no
further.�
�Or you may kill him.. if you prefer.� I�ll leave it up to you.�� Both would suit my purposes.��

The red eyes seemed to measure him and find him lacking as the thin mouth
smirked at him.�

�Would it be easier for you to get over your squeamishness of men or your
aversion to killing, I wonder.� Well �
you will manage one or the other or you will find yourself servicing all takers
at the next revel.��
The Dark Lord paused thoughtfully.�
�Well the next revel after the one taking place tonight, that is.��
Draco�s eyes widened.� �There�s a revel tonight?� I did not hear of one.� .. May I come, my Lord?� I don�t mean to.. to.. what you said.. but just.. to attend?��

He urgently wanted to come.� He hadn�t
been allowed to take part in a revel yet.�

There would be muggle girls he could do what he liked to and his father would
be pleased with him if he was there and took part.�
The Dark Lord�s smirk, if anything,
grew wider.�

�You may attend Draco.. only if you succeed in persuading
Potter to kiss you and fellate you again
by the end of the school day.�

If you arrive tonight, be prepared to show me the memory or you will be
punished and sent away.��
Draco felt his stomach clench.� Did he really want to attend that badly?� He wasn�t sure.� Kissing Potter.. ugh.. just thinking about it was
enough to bring up his breakfast � if he�d had any.
�I see you have a difficult
decision, Draco. �Go and sit down and
wait and I shall prepare Potter his �fix�.��
Draco climbed to his feet and
stumbled over to the sofa, sitting down and staring at the flames in the
fireplace.�� His mind was kind of stuck
in pause, it seemed.� He couldn�t really
think, just stared numbly.��

All too soon the Dark Lord was shaking his shoulder roughly and pushing a tiny
beautifully wrapped package into his hands.�
�There.� Go!�
Give Potter what he so desperately wants.� Perhaps I shall see you later tonight, if you
prove capable.� I am certain your father
would be proud if you attended... and even more pleased upon learning how you
secured an invitation.� He is quite
skilled in these areas, you know.� It was
he who brought Severus to my service originally.�� But I digress...� Return to Hogwarts and deliver your
package.��
Draco nodded blankly and stood,
taking a couple of steps before apparating to the bushes at the side of the
road a short way away from the gates of Hogwarts.�� He wandered on autopilot back up to the
school, barely remembering to disillusion himself before he trudged up the way
and back into the castle.�
He found himself sitting by the one
eyed witch waiting, still disillusioned, when Potter turned up and stood in the
shadow of the stairs, eyes alight with nervous anticipation. �Taking the opportunity, he moved closer and
inspected the boy wonder.� He looked more
than a little shaken, although he was trying to keep a blank face.��

He was.. different.. in the light.. in colour.� With green eyes and pink
lips and the Gryffindor shield all over him.� He was Potter
like this..

This morning in the dark he�d been..something
else.� He didn�t know.� Not the same.��
Swallowing against the knot in his
throat he forced himself to�
reach out, still disillusioned and brush his hand over Potters.� The boy jumped nearly a foot and then got
himself back under control, glaring in the wrong direction at where he supposed
Draco to be.�
�Jumpy, Potter?�
Draco whispered. �Now you know how I felt this morning.� Meet me in the room of requirement�� He turned away, not bothering to see whether Potter
would follow and hurried through the halls, keeping to the edges away from
students.�

When he reached the fifth floor he was irritated to find Potter was there ahead
of him.� The door was just closing and he
managed to slip in behind him.�

Inside he was surprised.� There were two
chairs opposite one another and a pensieve on a table
next to one.�

Potter seemed to pause too.�
�Draco?�� he called
uncertainly.� �
Draco took a step closer behind him
and Potter felt the proximity and spun, wide eyed.
�What are you doing?!� Why didn�t you just hand the bloody thing over.� Why do you need to be
here at all?!�

Potter seemed to be just as upset as Draco was feeling now.�

He thought of his father.� His father
could do this.� It wasn�t a big
deal.� He�d get used to it.� Potter had been better this morning than Pansy
had been ever.� It didn�t matter.� The Dark Lord had told him to.�

...he found a million reasons why he should do this and only one why he shouldn�t
� it felt bloody weird.��
Dropping the disillusionment spell,
he shifted nervously, avoiding the other boy�s eyes.�

�I... don�t know...I just..� Although he was playing
at his coquettish disorder, to his horror he felt himself actually blush and wanted to sink through the
floor in embarrassment at Potter seeing him truly react.

�It doesn�t matter.� I�ll go.� He mumbled
and rummaged around in his pocket for the tiny package.�
�Draco..� Potter�s
voice stopped him.�
He couldn�t remember ever having
heard him call him by his name before.�
His eyes flew to the green ones warily.

�Yeah?� he asked, feeling that tight clench in his gut again.�

Potter was looking at him strangely.�
�You can stay if you want� he said
after a few seconds.�
Draco took a deep breath and
nodded, putting the blush from his mind and inwardly delighting in his first
victory � he was one step closer to getting what he needed to attend the
revel.� Moving past Potter toward the
second chair, he pressed the tiny package into his hands as he passed.

�Here� he mumbled.�
Harry looked uneasily at the blond
boy who seemed completely unbalanced in the wake of what had happened this
morning.� Before that, he�d been pretty
much par for the course with Malfoy but since, he�d been babbling and just a
minute ago he blushed.� He didn�t seem to
know what to do with himself.� He�d looked grateful when Harry had told him
he could stay.� It was weird.� �
Fingering the little package in his
hand, he walked over to the chair opposite the unhinged junior aristocrat. ��
He thought about what had
happened.� He�d been appalled when Malfoy
had ordered him to do it.. or..
at least ordered him on to his knees with the
implication that he was to do it.��
But... once he�d given in and had begun, he�d found that he didn�t actually
mind it as much as he thought he probably should have.�

He�d actually tried hard to make the other boy feel good.�

From the sounds and the way he reacted Harry had thought he�d actually done
pretty well maybe.�

And then, he didn�t even know why he�d done it except that it was dark and he
was feeling good and Draco�s breath was feathering over his lips.. he�d tried to kiss him.�
At least Malfoy hadn�t hit him, Harry
supposed.�

He�d reacted with disgust and Harry was disgusted at himself too.� He didn�t know what had come over him.�

He�d just.. in that second
been feeling affectionate and after..what had
happened..�

But it was insane.� He didn�t want to
kiss Malfoy.� He certainly didn�t want to
have anything to do with the prat�s private parts and
it would never..ever
happen again.�

He�d find some other way to blackmail the blonde if he needed something else
from him.�
Having unwrapped
the little package he found two tiny phials inside and a shrunken note.� Pulling his wand and enlarging it he
recognised the handwriting.� It looked
like the diary from second year.��

He read:�

�Harry...if you are so eager to see what
you are missing, you know that you are always welcome to visit..Draco can bring you to me whenever you are ready to
come.�

Do not despair. Your friend Luna is quite well.�
She arrived here last night.� I
will speak with her after breakfast.� A
peculiar girl, as far as I was able to tell from the short conversation I had
with her last night. �L.V.
�
The note incinerated itself the
moment he read the L.V. �
Harry froze in shock.� Luna was gone?!�

He hadn�t been to breakfast and transfiguration was a Slythendor
class.� Nobody had said anything to
him!�

But it had to be true or Voldemort wouldn�t have written it.��

He had seen Luna only last night.� She�d
told him he wasn�t alone ...but..the way she�d hugged
him and said good bye.. it was odd.� He�d wondered for a second whether she knew
something he didn�t and he was going to somehow end up leaving during the
night.�

But if she was there.. maybe
she had decided to leave, herself.� He
didn�t think Luna would ever choose to go to Voldemort, but then.. the memories of Hermione showed
things he never thought could happen.�
Stirred back out of his thoughts he
looked at the phials in his hand.� Tiny little things.�
One was marked with an H and the other an S.� He opened the H one first, needing to know.. needing some confirmation of
what he didn�t dare suspect.��

Tipping it into the pensieve, he dipped a finger
immediately and fell into the memory.

He dropped down into the room he
recognised immediately from the last memory.�
Hermione was standing ready, a
determined expression on her face and raised her wand at the bullish looking
man who seemed uncomfortable, his gaze wandering back and forth between Voldemort
(or at least the ground at Voldemort�s feet) and Hermione.�
�Plebus argustranyu� �Hermione said clearly� as her wand seemed to waver slightly.�

She�d only moved the tip he noticed.� The
wandwork was unclear.�
It was good that she was so good, he mused but it meant he wouldn�t be
able to copy her and learn whatever Voldemort was teaching her.�
A low moan went up from the man and
Harry whirled to look.� His skin was
splitting and rolling up into scrolls as if he were flaying himself really
efficiently.�

It looked disgusting and from the expression on his face and the way he was
gritting his teeth it was really painful too.�
�Oh!� Sorry! Oh my gosh...
I..� Hermione jumped in shock and looked upset. �I.. hang on.. I�ll� I�ll undo
it.� I�m so sorry!!!�
She focused, swallowing and cast a
retrograde countercurse, uynartsugra
subelp.�

Harry watched as the man�s skin unrolled and hung down in flaps.� It didn�t rejoin and heal however.�

This seemed to jolt Hermione again and she looked to Voldemort in mild panic. �It�s
not reversing properly!!��
The snake faced arse smirked at her
and told her that it was reversed.� The
hex was at core a rolling hex rather than a cutting one.� The cutting was incidental.� Weren�t some healing spells suggested in the
book also?�
Hermione nodded, looking down and
trying to concentrate.�
Harry saw that the burly flayed man
was starting to shake.� Possibly shock,
he thought.� The man didn�t make a sound
though.��

It must hurt to have most of your skin hanging down like wallpaper, he thought.� That was a horrible spell.��
Hermione seemed to have thought of
something she could use.� She walked
close to the man, looking incredibly apologetic and whispered. �I�m so
sorry!!� I didn�t think it wouldn�t undo
completely.� I�ll..I�ll
fix it..��

She started to run her wand over his skin, mumbling slightly and the strip of
skin she was working on laid itself flat and started to heal back
together.�
�No.� Came the sharp correction from Voldemort.� �You�ll be there all day like that.� Keep thinking.� There is another spell you can use.��
Hermione looked desperate, as if
someone had told her that a bomb was set to explode in five minutes if she
didn�t figure out the correct code to shut it off.�

�I.. there isn�t..
there wasn�t.� Nothing that can heal on a large scale in one
go..�� She
looked up at the man whose face was hanging down in thin peels.�
�Arb-� The man started and Voldemort sent a hex at him that
vanished his mouth.
�Gorlich � Dont
tell her the answers.� She must work these things out for herself!�
he scolded annoyed.
Hermione didn�t look convinced.

�Arbus�s transfer?� That only works person to person, doesn�t
it?!�� The man started to nod and then
looked at Voldemort and stopped, looking down.�
Hermione stood back, thinking,
seemingly confused.� She looked at Voldemort
speculatively, who raised his eyebrows.
�Do not imagine that Gorlich would ever suggest you should transfer...that.. to my person, Hermione.� Think laterally. You will come upon the
answer.��
Harry watched the familiar dawning
of understanding expression pass over his friend�s face.

�oh... Oh!!!� That�s� brilliant! It�s that easy?!� Really?!��
She turned and focussed on the
cushion on the couch and biting her lip in concentration transfigured it into a
human body.� A non living human body, but
a pretty realistic replica of the burly man she had cursed, who now looked
intensely relieved, mouthless though he was.�

A short while later the flayed effect vanished on him and
reappeared on the transfigured body.��
Hermione jumped and clapped her
hands.� �Arbus
was a genius!!� she crowed.� �Why don�t they just use that in St Mungo�s?!�� It�s so much quicker than healing a person
bit by bit!��
Voldemort scoffed. �It is dark
magic, Hermione.� Quite apart from the
obvious illegal aspect - many conditions may be worsened by dark magic � many
curses too.� There is a rather long list
of curses which react extremely badly
to application of Arbus�s solution.� I will have you learn it after we have worked
through the book.� For the moment � I
will instruct you when you may not use that solution.� Most of the curses you will be applying have
fully repairing counter-curses.�

I would point out, in passing, that my cushion is now ruined forever.� This
is why it is so much more efficient to use prisoners.� You can simply vanish
them when that happens and retrieve a new one.�

Still.. needs must, I
suppose.�� He waved a hand at the flayed
corpse next to him, vanishing it.�
Harry looked at the conflicted
expression on his friend�s face. �She was
upset over ruining Voldemort�s bloody couch cushion.� She�d actually considered for a second using
prisoners just to save the bastard�s furniture.�
He saw the guilt there as she turned back to the healed mouthless death eater.�

�O-ok.. Um... you don�t want me to do that one three
times I hope.�� She was told to go on to
the next.�

Nodding she set her shoulders again and raised her wand.
�Sintri sintri seppa� she said, for some
reason making her voice unnaturally high.�
It sounded funny.�
The man the red and white curse hit
didn�t seem to find it so funny though.�
White tendrils resembling lightning coruscated all over him.� Harry was impressed as he fell to his knees
shaking his limbs and rolling his shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut.�
�Ah.. well done.� You noted
the tonal variation possible.� A satisfactory result indeed.� In battle the man would have been
incapacitated, as you see. Reverse it and cast it at medium and low
level.��
She did so.� Harry tried to observe her wand movements
carefully but they were too understated again.�
The medium and low levels of the curse didn�t make the death eater fall
down, although at the medium one he shook violently.� The low level just made him shiver.�
�You can of course, artificially
raise the frequency of your voice prior to using the curse..
but I am content with your performance on that.� Next.� �
Harry found himself wandering over
to the armchair and sitting down, just watching in mild awe as Hermione worked
through the next four curses.�

In the first, hundreds of large beetles seemed to be crawling under the man�s
skin and poured out of his nose as his cheeks bulged and eyes watered.� Hermione had reversed it quickly, squeamish
as the bugs had flowed down onto the floor.�

The second curse had no visible effect but whatever it was doing it made the
death eater scream, the noise coming
muffled through his nose between frantic breaths as he crumpled on the floor.

In the third all his limbs fell off and he plummeted to the ground as a
torso.� There was no blood � they were
simply separate.� Skin sealed over the
cuts.� It didn�t hurt at all apparently,
apart from being dropped to the floor from a metre in the air and landing on scattered
legs and arms.�

The fourth curse sent some kind of black ichor
actually spurting from the end of the wand.�
It sprayed onto the death eater�s robe and the floor but then the goop seemed to actually collect itself and started to flow
quickly and horribly up the front of the man whose wide imploring eyes flicked
to Voldemort immediately.�

Voldemort was apparently content to let whatever was going to happen when it
touched him happen.� Hermione raised her
wand to fire the countercurse but the snake raised
his hand to hold her off for a second.
�You should see the effects if you
are going to use any curse, my dear��
Harry narrowed his eyes at the last
part.� His..dear..� A bit bloody familiar
there..�
The goop
had reached the death eater�s neck.� He
dropped to his knees as if felled, as black bruising and tendrils spread out in
the skin wherever the slime touched.� It
flowed quickly up and covered his nose.

Harry could see the man�s throat bulge.�
It was actually moving down his airway.�
Black tears slid in tracks down his face, spreading bruised tendrilled flesh in their path.�

It was terrible.�
Hermione raised her wand again,
obviously thinking the same thing.
�Wait!� Voldemort instructed. �It
is not finished.� I am sure you recall
the description of this curse.� Its purpose is not merely to discomfort
onlookers.��
Harry watched, disgusted as the
bruising and tendrils spread to cover all of the man�s skin slowly and his eyes
turned black.� After long minutes he was
still.�
�Command him up, Hermione.� It is your
curse.��
Hermione licked her lips nervously.

�Stand up� she said quietly.�
The figure, which now looked like a
lacework of black over white stood up ponderously.
�Curse him.� Explore your creation.��
Frowning, Hermione shot a stunner,
to absolutely no effect.�

Voldemort smiled. �Only the killing curse or the specific countercurse
will stop it now.� Of course.. aurors
and most advanced wizards will recognise the rather distinctive appearance and
would use one or the other depending upon their knowledge.� But for others � he will function almost as a
human golem.��
Hermione tilted her head and then
shot something else at the black and white figure.� Nothing happened.
�No my dear.� You cannot glamour it either.� If it were so simple, do you not think that I
would simply amass an army of afflicted muggles?� The countercurse is
unfortunately too simple.� In my younger
days I spent a short while attempting to modify the curse but I was not
successful in doing so.� It is rather
delicate.� Modifications to render it
internal only do not adequately control the victim, attempts to make it less
obtrusive only make it obtrusive in different ways and making it irremovable
seems to make it simultaneously voracious and the host is killed.

Blaess was either extremely lucky in his development
or extraordinarily patient.�

It is an interesting curse, however the several minutes required to fully
capture the victim make it a less effective curse in battle � where the countercurse can easily be applied before the substance has
even begun to spread.� It is quite frightening for those
afflicted, however and it can be used much like the imperius
in torture.� It is not useful for
interrogation as the victim can no longer speak and their eyes are shielded
from legilimency.� You may remove it and
show me the next one now.��
Harry had been watching the focused
attention which Hermione had been paying Voldemort.� She looked like she was just in DADA or Transfiguration
class and material for the next test was being presented.� She nodded here and there as if digesting the
information.�

It was bizarre but she seemed to be really enjoying this, even if she looked a
bit guilty or squeamish here and there.� �
She shot off a pale pink counter-curse
and the black ichor melted away into smoke which
poured out of the death eater�s nose before he took a huge gasping breath
through it.�

He seemed to be hyperventilating and Voldemort flicked a finger at him, reappearing his mouth.�
The man fell to hands and knees panting desperately.�
When he had calmed down and gotten
back on his feet.� Voldemort gestured to Hermione
and she raised her wand again.�
�Praefoco
gradi� she intoned in a low voice.�
The death eater�s eyes widened in
blind fear as his hands went to his throat.�
He scrabbled at it, breathing with difficulty.�
�Tighter.� Voldemort said
quietly.�
Hermione furrowed her brow and
focused, turning her wand slowly like a volume control.�

The death eater sank to his knees slowly.�
�Excellent.� Release it and apply it again� Voldemort
said.�� She did.�
It was on the third time that Voldemort
said �Tighten it until he passes out.��

Hermione nodded, her mouth tight, and turned her wand slightly more. �Harry could see from where he was sitting that
her hand was shaking slightly.� The death
eater�s lips were turning blue from lack of oxygen.� A visible tight band of sucked in flesh could
be observed all around his neck.�

And then somehow that band, as he watched, sucked in suddenly and his neck split..his head
falling to the side and ..and off.. it fell down and hit the ground with
a horrible sound and there was blood pouring
out of his neck and going everywhere and Harry could just gape in shock.�
He looked at Hermione and she was
gaping too and white as a sheet, her arm still raised and shaking massively.�

Obviously she hadn�t meant to do that.�

He watched as she couldn�t seem to look away from the large pool of red liquid
growing on the flagstones, and then he looked to Voldemort, who wore a strange
expression � as if she were a child that had accidentally dropped an egg while
helping in the kitchen and was in tears over it.� There was again that..
doting..look.�� Then Voldemort seemed to sigh and got to his
feet and, walking toward her, waved a hand vaguely, vanishing the death eater�s
body.�
�Shhhh.. Shhh..
There.� It�s alright� he said softly as
he neared her, stepping between her and the empty space on the ground she was
still staring at with a stricken, panicked expression.�
�I killed him!� she yelped in a tiny voice. �I didn�t mean to.� I... you vanished him..
I ..I ..killed..�
Harry watched as Voldemort sighed
and bent and picked Hermione up, carrying her back to the
sofa and cradling her against him, rocking her slightly.�

She had burst into tears and buried her face in his shoulder, her arms around
his neck as he held her.�
He looked
..patient more than anything else as he stroked her back slowly and let
her sob and soak his robes with her tears.�
The memory faded mistily but Harry
did not feel himself thrown out, instead the scene in the room simply
shifted.��
The fire was lit now.� Hermione was sitting quite contentedly having
tea with some woman who looked terrified suddenly, looking over toward Harry.�

Turning he saw Voldemort walk past him.�
As the memory went on he realised
that the woman was a muggle from the dungeons and that Hermione had been
practicing a hex on her.. well..
the way Voldemort referred to it as the he supposed it might have been the
same hex she�d used on the death eater.�

That was bloody not true!!� Hermione
wouldn�t just kill someone and then immediately go and practice the same hex on
someone else and she�d never curse some muggle who�d just been abducted by
death eaters!��

He hadn�t seen her curse the woman,
so she could have been lying but then Voldemort had been in the woman�s head �
he�d have probably checked whether she actually cursed her.�
Distracted by his thoughts he
missed a bit of what Snakeface was rattling on about
� only catching the last bit.�
�She may not be evil but she is not a particularly nice
person either.� She is going back to the
dungeons.��
Hermione didn�t even protest when
the woman was vanished.�
Then Voldemort seemed to become
serious and Harry listened to him tell her that some death eater had been
arrested and he wanted to get him back in a hurry.� He asked her if she was willing to help �
clearly she could say no.�
He felt his heart sink when she
seemed really pleased that he�d even asked her and said she�d help if she
could.�
Harry rubbed a hand over his mouth
in disarray.�

He�d..he�d thought she was like a prisoner here and found she was being treated well and taught magic
by Voldemort himself.�

It didn�t mean she wasn�t there against her will ...but this though � choosing
to help try to save a death eater when she didn�t have to..� It looked more like Hermione had actually joined Voldemort.�
As the bastard gestured for her to
come to him, everything turned suddenly misty again and Harry felt himself
tumbling out of the memory.
�

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