Hole

If it weren't for the urgency underlying Draco's awareness of the passing time, he could have truly enjoyed his walk with Ginevra Weasley that evening. Sturgess had been appalled at the idea of taking her into the Ball, even knowing that all the group's weapons had been destroyed and her body thoroughly searched. Draco had been forced to put her under Imperius, demonstrating his control by having her nuzzle the guard's crotch. At last he yielded to Draco's insistence, and his promise to tell Lucius promptly.

Draco kept her within touching distance at all times. She may have been under Imperius but she could see and react to everything normally except when Draco directed otherwise.

The hour was late, and the debauchery had grown less than discreet. On their way to the maze they passed a number of people engaged in all kinds of sex. One of the fauns had pinned the plump middle-aged wife of a Wizengamot member against a tree and was pumping in and out, to her clear pleasure. Two kneeling dryads kissed, as their partners grunted and thrust in their arses. The Weasley turned her head away, a flush coming to her face.

"Turn and watch them," said Draco, making it a clear command. "They aren't doing anything you haven't done."

"I know one of them," she said, revulsion in her voice as she complied. "She would never..."

Draco took a closer look and realised that the dark-haired girl did seem familiar. He thought she had been loaned by the Goyles, but she might have been at school with them.

"Oh come on, then," he snapped. But when they passed the amphitheatre he made sure to stop and watch a while. Weasley's eyes dilated to black as she saw the muscular dark-skinned man on stage being mounted by a panther. The great cat's tail twitched, but otherwise there was only the slow slide of the panther's sleek fur against the oiled skin of the man underneath. The cat snarled, letting out a hiss that was half a scream as it finished, and slid off, backing away from its partner. From where they were, Draco could see the man's gaping, spasming arsehole for an instant before the cat moved forward to press its muzzle to the dripping orifice, licking deep into it with a large red tongue. The performer shivered.

Beside Draco the wide-eyed girl shuddered in sympathy. "That is so sick," she whispered. Draco smiled his sweetest smile at her as he pushed her neckline aside to reveal her creamy breasts and began to caress them. He twisted her nipples sharply as she gasped and pushed futilely at him. "You promised," she reminded him. As if he could forget. He licked each nipple tenderly before dropping them and tugging her along behind him, breasts on display for all to see.

"Don't touch them!" he warned as she brought her free hand up to her neckline. He didn't stop again until the condemned prisoners came into view. Another one had been thrown to the werewolves while he was away, but her brother was still there. She started to run to him, then hesitated, her arm coming up to conceal her bouncing, naked breasts. The guards looked to Draco for guidance as she walked slowly over to Weasley, and he nodded to them to allow it.

He didn't bother to listen to the brother and sister but went over to the guards to request that they leave his slave's brother to last. It made no difference to them, and a few extra galleons never went astray. "I promised her," he explained negligently.

The girl was crying as he pulled her away, much to his annoyance. He ordered her to shut up and she did so, but as he pulled her into the shade of Lovers' Glade, to his special bower, she looked wretched and blotchy. "Forget about your brother," he ordered roughly, and she immediately looked confused.

"Remember this, Weasley: you HATE Potter with all of your heart. He let you down in so many ways. When next you see him, I need you to make him swallow this," he ordered slowly, placing a bead in her hand. "Make sure he swallows it, but don't let anyone see - and then I order you to forget everything about the bead, especially that I gave you this order." He made her repeat the orders several times to be sure that she understood, then they set off for the altar where Potter was bound on display.

* * *

The girl was a magnificent sight, bouncing up and down on Potter's cock as she hissed her hate at him, biting at his lips as she forced fierce, plundering kisses on him. Draco was turned on all over again as she smacked the bewildered slave's face with fierce fists. She had railed against Draco when he ordered her to fuck Potter, but the minute her hand had touched the bare skin of Lord Voldemort's murderer she had turned to slinging abuse at the boy. Draco had no doubt that she had slipped him the bead, and the last of his worries was eased. He laughed as she wielded an extensive and creative vocabulary against her lover, who had no conscious memory of her at all. The irony was hilarious!

Lucius joined him in the stands as he laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks.

"Sturgess informs me that you have the Weasley girl with you," his father said, pointedly looking at the empty seats around Draco. Draco pointed to Potter, who was still being pummelled by the girl.

"Oh Merlin! I don't know when I've seen anything funnier," he gasped to the cool, dignified man beside him. "If you had only seen her going at him when she started! I promised her that she could see him before she died, but I didn't promise that she was going to be free to weep mournfully over him! Oh... Circe's saggy tits, I wouldn't have missed that for anything!"

His father's lips twitched in appreciation, his eyes dwelling on the bouncing redhead with a certain amount of male appreciation.

"You do have duties, Draco."

Draco attempted to look repentant. "Yes, Father; of course. I'll hand her over to Sturgess as soon as possible. I've had my fun, anyway."

Lucius nodded. Once again his eyes swept over the Weasley girl's bare, heaving breasts. "Would you like to keep her?" he asked. "We need another bedslave, although I had thought a boy..."

Draco shook his head. "No, I'm done with her." He smiled at his father and moved forward to remove her from Potter before the guards decided that enough was enough. They had orders to allow minor damage while keeping him mainly intact for the execution, but Weasley was becoming annoyingly shrill. He would foist her off on Sturgess as soon as possible.

Although the Imperius should be enough, on the way back he made double sure of the girl's ignorance by casting a swift Obliviate to cover the time from arriving at the bower until just before Lucius' arrival. She would know that there was a hole, but there was no way that she could infer what had happened during it. On impulse he gave her one last order before they left the grassy glade where they had seen the dryads on the way in.

"You love me," he told her. "You adore me. You want me." She pressed him into the trees as ardently as he could have asked for, lavishing him with sweet kisses and bold caresses. So that was what Potter had waiting for him. Too bad he'd had her such a short time before, or he would have taken her again on the grass.

As he left her with Sturgess he removed the Imperius. He did gag her, though. "You got what you asked for," he shrugged as she skewered him with her eyes. "Too late to quibble now if it wasn't exactly what you wanted."