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The Peacemaker	By : stainedlips Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 25167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 21: Taken

The sun shone brightly down upon Ron and Harry as they made their way out of the locker room, and headed towards the castle. Much to the great displeasure of one Hermione Granger, the boys had opted to spend their Saturday afternoon playing Quidditch, rather than stressing over their N.E.W.T.s, or Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests, and were now on their way back to the Gryffindor common room to play a game of Wizard's Chess.

As the two Gryffindors pushed the large doors to the castle open, and headed up the stairs they were met with a muscular blonde Slytherin blocking their way.

"Where's your little girl friend, Potty? I heard Draco has been having a lot of fun with her," Pansy provoked, smirking.

Ron and Harry exchanged a confused and worried look, and then focused back on the Slytherin, narrowing their eyes.

"What are you going on about, Parkinson?" Harry spat.

"If Draco has gone anywhere near my sister, he'll not only be puking slugs, but shitting them, too," Ron almost growled.

Pansy narrowed her eyes at the red head.

"It's just like you, Weasel, to try and involve yourself in everyone else's life since you have none of your own. It's really pathetic," she said giving Ron a disgusted look, and then focusing back on Harry.

"I'm talking about the nymph you've been shagging, Potter. Rumor has it that Draco...well...I'll leave all the gory details to your imagination."

"But I haven't been shagging anyone!" Harry yelled, trying to defend himself.

Pansy rolled her eyes at the Gryffindor.

"Whatever you say, Potty," she mocked, and shoved past them, leaving behind one very confused Harry, and one very pissed Ron.

The red head was practically seething with anger at not only the Slytherin bitch, but at his best friend as well. Ron glared angrily at Harry, his face turning as red as his hair.

"What's she talking about, Harry? What 'nymph' have you been fucking, and what about my sister?!" Ron demanded, his voice starting out low, but escalating to a yell.

"Listen, Ron, I don't know what she's talking about. I haven't shagged anyone ‘ever.' I ‘love' Ginny, and I'd never hurt her." Harry told his friend, looking him directly in the eyes.

Ron didn't say anything for a few moments, and seemed to be calming down. He really did trust Harry, but he felt like it was his responsibility to watch out for his sister.

"Then what was that bint going on about? Who's this nymph?" Ron questioned, looking curiously at his friend.

Harry sighed. He had promised not to tell anyone Harara's secret, but since Pansy somehow knew, he was sure it'd be all over the school in no time.

"She was talking about Harara Morgan. Harara told me the other day that she's a quarter tree nymph and a quarter elven....but I have no idea how Pansy knows, or why she seems to think that I'm shagging her...I mean, yeah, I did have kind of a crush on her at first, but then I realized how much I love Ginny."

Ron thought this over, and seemed to except Harry's answer. Heck, he had even caught himself checking out the exotic girl's amazing body. It's no real surprise that she's a quarter nymph.

"Well, what do you think she meant by Malfoys' been having some fun with her? I mean, he has been acting pretty mental lately."

"I dunno, Ron. I just hope he didn't find out what she is, and decide to play some kind of sick prank on her," Harry said shaking his head, beginning to worry.

"I think we should get Hermione, and then try to find Harara. I don't like this at all."

Ron nodded his agreement, and the two headed for the library, moving quickly, avoiding trick steps and moving staircases.

When they finally reached their destination, their eyes scanned the large room until they spotted the brunette Gryffindor with, as usual, her nose buried in some big, old, dusty looking book.

A wide grin crossed Hermione's face as she saw the pair approach.

"You mean you two have finally come to your senses, and realized I was right about getting a head start on our studying?" she said cheerfully.

"Not bloody likely," Ron replied smirking, then bent over to give the brunette a kiss on the cheek, only to be met by a playful smack on the shoulder.

"Well, what's up then? I've got a lot of reading to do," the Gryffindor asked, turning her attention on Harry, and then frowning, closing her book.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

"Hermione, have you seen Harara, or heard anything about her today?" he asked, looking worried.

He had had enough time on the way to the library, and enough experience with dealing with Malfoy to be able to think up all kinds of horrible things that the git could do to her, and even though he was in love with Ginny, he couldn't bear to think about Harara or even anyone being the victim of one of Malfoy's sick schemes.

"No, I haven't seen her since Care of Magical Creatures yesterday...but that's not particularly unusual since she seems to keep pretty much to herself...Why? Is something wrong with her?"

"Well, we just had a little run in with Pansy Parkinson..." Harry began, and proceeded to explain all that just happened a few moments earlier.

Hermione listened to Ron and Harry, and began to worry herself, knowing Draco Malfoy was one of the biggest bigots in the school.

"Well, I think we should head up to the common room, and see if anyone has seen her or knows anything..." Hermione began taking charge of the situation as usual. "...but if we still can't find her after we've done all that, I think we should go to Dumbledor."

Having formed some kind of plan, the trio left the library, and headed for Gryffindor Tower.

The sun had just started to set in the western sky, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood outside the large, stone gargoyle that blocked the hidden staircase into Dumbledor's office.

"Ok, Harry, Ron and I are going to go back to the common room, and check there again. Then we'll meet you down at the Great Hall, and see if we can at least find Malfoy," Hermione said while lacing her fingers in with Ron's.

"What? You guys are deserting me?" Harry said half teasingly.

"Well, I just thought it would be better if you talked to Dumbledor by yourself...I mean, Harara really only trusted her secret with you, and plus it would be less threatening if only one of us barged into his office, unexpected," she replied matter-of-factly.

"Yeah you're probably right," he said turning back to the large winged gargoyle as his friends took off down the corridor.

"Um, Chocolate Frog?" Harry began attempting to guess the password.

"Acid Pops?.....Jelly Slugs?...Um, Fizzing Whizbees?..." Harry stopped guessing as he felt a gentle hand grasp his shoulder, and turned around, finding himself face to face with a kindly smiling Headmaster.

"Spice Cakes, Mr. Potter!" Dumbledor said cheerfully, his bright blue eyes twinkling.

As the older wizard said the password, the stone gargoyle came to life, leaping aside, revealing a secret door. The Headmaster pulled the door open, standing aside, his long, royal blue robes swishing around is feet.

"After you, Harry."

"Thank you," the young Gryffindor replied, stepping through the doorway, and onto the moving staircase that spiraled upwards, joined with Dumbledor behind him.

When the staircase came to a stop, at a platform, and yet again another door, the pair entered into the familiar round office.

Harry's eyes darted around the room momentarily. It always seemed almost alive with all the silver magical instruments, sometimes making little noises, and puffing smoke. There was a huge marble fireplace, a small fire crackling in it joyfully. Shelves lined the walls holding several large books, many different magical items, including the old, dusty Sorting Hat sitting on an end. Several large paintings of past Headmasters and Mistresses napped in their frames along the wall. As Dumbledor closed the door behind them Harry caught sight of Fawkes, the Headmaster's pet phoenix, who sat upon a golden perch, his red and gold plumage looking magnificent today.

Dumbledor made his way around his enormous, claw footed desk, and took a seat, with Harry following suit, and piered at the young wizard from under white eyebrows thoughtfully.

"So, what was it you wanted to see me about, Harry?"

"It's about Harara Morgan, Sir," he began, suddenly not quite sure exactly what he should say. "You know what she is, right?"

Harry continued after a nod from Dumbledor, "I heard a rumor about her and Draco Malfoy, and...well...Ron, Hermione, and I have looked all over for her, and no one has seen her since classes yesterday...I'm worried that Dra- that something's happened to her."

"And what was this rumor you heard about Mr. Malfoy and Miss Morgan?" Dumbledor asked gently, sitting back in his chair with a thoughtful look creeping over his face.

"Well, um, the details weren't exactly clear. Someone said that Malfoy was having some fun with her, and well...I know how Malfoy is, and I'm just afraid that he's done something to her," Harry answered looking detirminedly at the elder wizard, yet still feeling unsure.

He hoped Dumbledor knew he wouldn't accuse someone of something with out having a reason to, and Malfoy has certainly given him enough reasons for him to think he would play a cruel prank on someone with mixed blood lines.

"I see...And no one has seen her since yesterday afternoon?" Dumbledor asked, and Harry shook his head negatively in response.

The Headmaster ran fingers through his long, white beard, looking like he was absorbed in deep thought, then with more grace than you would have thought an older man would have, he pushed out of his chair, and swept over to the large fire place.

Dumbledor scooped some finely ground powder from a dish laying upon the marble mantle, and threw it into the fire, making the flames turn green, dancing siz sizzling delightfully.

"Professor McGonagall," the elder wizard said firmly to the green flamed fire.

The professor's face appeared in the fire, the flames giving her pointed features a green glow.

"Ah, Minerva. Have you by chance seen Harara Morgan recently, or know of her where-abouts?"

"No, I haven't seen her since Transfiguration yesterday. Is everything alright, Albus?" she replied, pushing her square framed glasses up on her nose.

"We certainly hope so, Minerva...Could you please have Severus bring Draco Malfoy to my office, and then perhaps see if you can locate Miss Morgan?"

"Yes, of course," she replied, and then vanished from the flames as Dumbledor made his way back to his chair.

The Headmaster reached for a small dish sitting upon his desk, and then extended it out to Harry.

"Lemon drop?" he offered, but Harry politely refused with a small shake of his head and a smile.

"I am assuming you are taking an..'interest' in Harara?" Dumbledor asked curiously.

"Nothing more than friendship, Sir," Harry replied in earnest, shifting in his seat.

The Headmaster studied him through his small, half moon spectacles. It always amazed Harry how it seemed that anytime the Headmaster turned his gaze on you, it would feel like the man could see right into your very soul, and he had often wondered if the elder wizard could read minds.

"Well, Harry, I see no reason to keep you from your dinner. We will do everything we can to see where Miss Morgan has gone, but understand that given the circumstances of the situation, it would not be unusual for Harara to be gone over the weekends due to the earth and animal healings she has been working on in the forest. I will though have a talk with Mr. Malfoy, and have Hagrid search the forest, so rest easy, Mr. Potter, I'm sure we shall find her," Dumbledor said, trying his best to reassure the young Gryffindor.

"Thank you, Headmaster," Harry said pushing out of his chair, feeling even younger than his 17 years.

'Dumbledor's probably right. Maybe I'm just over reacting,' he thought as he left the Headmaster's office, feeling slightly better than he did when he first arrived.

"Potter said what?!" Draco spat a little louder and harsher than he had intended at the Headmaster, who didn't flinch at his tone in the slightest.

"Now, Mr. Malfoy, calm down. We are merely trying to sort this situation out, and find out where Miss Morgan has gone off to," Dumbledor said in an even tone, his usual comforting, yet very powerful aura intact.

"No, I won't calm down," Draco began, sitting stiff and straight in the chair.

"I care more about what's happened to Harara than Potter does, so it is absolutely ridiculous for him to even suggest that I would have anything to do with her being missing," Draco said with his usual sneer.

Snape stared at his student, a single dark eyebrow arched questionably.

"Oh? You care more about the welfare of a Gryffindor than Potter?...And why is that?"

The blonde Slytherin met the Potion Master's sharp gaze, and then turned back to Dumbledor, focusing on his penetrating blue eyes.

"Because I'm in love with her......And, no, I don't care that she is not a pure-blood."

The Headmaster ran his long, pale fingers through his white beard pensively, studying the young Slytherin intensely.

'And so it begins,' he thought silently, glancing at Professor Snape briefly, who seemed to be in shock at hearing Draco's words.

"Mr. Malfoy, I will not tolerate lies," Snape begun, his dark, piercing gaze showing more hostility than he had ever directed at Draco.

"If you know where the girl is, it would be wise for you to tell us now. Because when we find her, and we will find her, Mr. Malfoy, if we find you had anything to do with this I will not hesitate to deliver the utmost severe punishment. "

Draco stared at the Potion's Professor in shock through narrowed slits. It wasn't that he was all that surprised at not being believed, it was just a little startling to see his favorite teacher so upset with him.

"Now, Severus, relax...I believe he is telling us the truth," Dumbledor interrupted before Draco could retaliate, causing both Slytherins to stare at him in utter shock. Who in their right mind would believe that a Malfoy was in love with a Gryffindor half human?

"You do?" the younger Slytherin asked, his voice doing nothing to hide the surprise he felt.

"Yes, Draco, I do," the Headmaster answered with a grin and twinkle in his eyes. "Do you have any idea where Harara could have gone to? Did she perhaps mention anything to you about her plans for the weekend?"

Draco immediately felt a knot twist and tighten in his stomach. He just knew this had to have something to do with Pansy. She's been acting way to smug, and is defiantly up to something......He couldn't tell Dumbledor though. He knew Pansy would never admit to having anything to do with Harara being missing. If there was one thing Draco knew for certain, Pansy could definitely lie, and play the innocent. After all, she is a Slytherin, and would do or say anything she had to in order to keep her ass out of trouble...... No. He would have much better luck dealing with the bint himself.

"No. I have no clue where she could be, or what her plans were. The last time I saw her was after classes yesterday, over by the roc. She was supposed to meet me before dinner, but never showed. I just thought that she had gotten to caught up in studying or something," Draco replied, not wanting to or willing to admit to the professors or himself that he had had a moment of self doubt.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Malfoy, for your honesty. Please let Professor Snape know if you hear from her," Dumbledor said with a kind smile, dismissing the young Slytherin.

Draco nodded and shot Snape, who was glaring questionably, a quick glance before leaving the Headmaster's office.

Taking quick and long strides, Draco headed for the dungeons, and made it there in what had to been record time. He knew exactly how to handle this situation.

Plastering on his 'Malfoy Mask,' reeking of pride, charm, and arrogance, he firmly gave the password, and entered the Slytherin Common Room. Immediately Draco spotted the person he most wanted to see at that very moment sitting on a dark leather couch chatting with Millicent Bulstrode and Blaise Zabini. Strutting with an air of catlike masculinity, Draco made his way over to the group, and sank into the sofa next to Pansy, draping an arm behind her, tangling his fingers in her shoulder length blonde locks while looking at her intently.

Pansy stared at Draco through wide eyes, not knowing quite what to make of his flirtatious behavior.

"Draco, what..."

Draco cut her words off, placing a finger on her lips.

"Shh...All is forgiven, Love. No, words are needed."

Draco smirked as a smile crept over Pansy's face, and she reached a tentative tongue out to briefly lick the tip of his finger. Slowly, he released his hold on her hair, trailing a finger over the back of her neck, and pulled her close, breathing gently into her ear, causing a delightful shiver to course through the girl.

"How about we go make up in your room?" he whispered in a low, lusty voice, and briefly circled his tongue around her ear lobe for good measure.

"Oh, Draco, I just knew you'd come back to me!" Pansy said, wrapping her arms around him smotheringly.

Suppressing the urge to purge, Draco hugged the Slytherin girl back, pulled her to her feet, and headed towards the girl's dorms, grasping Pansy's hand firmly in his, dragging her along with him.

As the pair walked into Pansy's room, Draco used a locking and silencing charm on the door, before drawing the girl into a tight embrace, and began planting soft kisses and licks on the fair slope of her neck. Pansy ran her fingers through his platinum locks, closing her blue eyes, feeling her pussy drench itself.

"Mmmm, Draco, I missed you so much," the blonde said through uneven breaths.

A deep sigh arose in her throat as Draco, trailed his fingers down Pansy's sides, gliding over the delicious curves of green cloth covered muscles, sliding down her length. He felt the long, sh coh contours of Pansy's wand in her robe pocket, then moved his hands back up over the curve of her breasts, slid the garment off her shoulders, and flung it behind him, leaving her wearing a long black dress made of thin, silky material. Then in one quick, violent movement, Draco pushed the girl onto the four poster bed, and climbed on top of her, straddling her hips.

Draco shot the girl a smirk, and tightly gripped her wrists in his hands, bringing them up over her head, successfully pinning her to the bed. Bending down over the helpless girl, Draco's lips made contact once again with Pansy's neck, and trailed a soft tongue up, ending with a brief flick on her ear lobe.

"Now, Pansy, tell me where Harara is," he said whispering into her ear, using a seductive tone, covering up the anger he felt welling inside of him, but tightening his grip around her wrists painfully.

The trapped Slytherin narrowed her eyes, and struggled in vain under Draco.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Let me go!" she screamed, drawing a light chuckle from her captor.

Draco pulled back just enough to look into the girl's eyes, and shook his head from side to side, making a clicking sound with his tongue, tisking her shouts and struggles.

"It is pointless for you to lie to me, Pansy," he said calmly and coolly while grasping both her wrists in one large hand, and retrieving his wand from his pocket.

He then trailed the wand's tip down over the suddenly still girl's cheek and across her jaw line.

"It will only anger me further, and bring you a very large amount of...discomfort."

"Draco, I don't know anything! Now get off me," Pansy yelled again, continuing her pointless struggles.

The blonde wizard stared down at the squirming girl, narrowing his eyes coldly, shaking his head, tisking her again.

"That was the wrong answer," he said feeling the anger surface, but keeping his voice calm and e

He drug the tip of his wand down over her neck, resting it upon her chest, and softly, yet firmly said, "Terminus Adamo."

A red light was absorbed into Pansy's body, and she felt sharp sparks of electricity travel through her veins, heading down directly to her clit. Draco tightened his grip and pressure on the girl as her body began to shake, and loud moans surfaced from her throat.

"Draco!...Please!...I...I don't know anything!" she almost screamed through labored, uneven breaths, desperately trying to rub her legs together, seeking friction on her clit, only to be disappointed by more pressure on hips, ceasing her movements.

"Wrong answer again, Pansy. Adaugeo!"

A throaty scream escaped Pansy's lips, as a green light entered into her body. She felt like she was on fire as the sparks in her clit increased, and her body shook and quivered, trying to buck up against Draco, feeling like she was going to explode, on the very edge of an orgasm, but not quite able to achieve it.

"Please, Draco! Let me cum!" Her voice was a loud shrill.

"Then tell me where Harara is you dumb cunt!" he yelled through gritted teeth, getting inpatient.

Pansy's eyes rolled in the back of her head, and a series of lust filled groans escaped her. It felt as if a hundred tiny tongues were ever so lightly sweeping over her extremely engorged nub, applying the exact amount of pressure to cause immense pleasure that was actually more painful than anything else, never quite fulfilling, not letting her achieve an orgasm.

"OK!!! I'll bring you to her! Just let me fucking cummm!!!!" the Slytherin girl screamed caring about nothing other than her release.

"Finite Incantatum!"

With Draco's words the pressure increased on Pansy's clit, and her pussy convulsed and spasmed as her orgasm crashed through her body violently, and then subsided as quickly as it came.

"Now, where is Harara?!"

Pansy stared up at Draco through half lidded eyes, cringing at the thought of what Lucius would do to her.

"Grab the rusted paper clip in the top drawer," she said defeated, nudging her head towards the bedside table.

Draco narrowed his eyes at the girl, his face flushing with anger, roughly pushing the tip of his wand into her chest.

"What are you playing at, Pansy?"

"It's a portkey you git!" she said sighing frustratedly.

Not releasing his hold on the girl, Draco put his wand back into his pocket, and reached up into the top drawer of the cherry wood table, fumbling around inside it until he retrieved the small muggle object.

Still gripping tightly to Pansy's wrists, he sat up, pulling her up with him until they were standing beside the bed. He let one of her wrists go, and tightened his grip on the other painfully, making her squint.

"Lets go," he demanded, holding out the paper clip.

Scrowling, she grabbed a hold of the portkey, and whispered the invocation.

Both of them felt the familiar pulling behind their naval, and they lifted off the ground together, gusts of wind surging past them in a blur until they came to a sudden halt, their feet slamming upon a hard stone floor.

Draco stood in a kind of stunned shock as he looked around the familiar room.

"What the bleeding hell is going on, Pansy?! Why are we at my house?" Draco said, his tone harsh and frigid.

Pansy's eyes grew wide as she looked over Draco's shoulder.

"Lucius...I...He..." she began, but was cut off.

"Ah, Dragon, I was wondering when you'd show up," Lucius said in a cool voice with just a hint of amusement, as his son turned around to face him, Draco's gaze sharp and bewildered.

"What's going on?"

Lucius frowned, placing a hand on his son's shoulder, two sets of silver eyes meeting.

"It has come to my attention that you have... fallen off the path that has been laid out before you," Lucius's voice was low and harsh, reminding Draco of the calm before the storm, his fingers clamping down on his son's shoulder roughly.

Draco paled as the realization of the situation sank into him. His father is a Death Eater, and Death Eaters torture, rape, and kill half humans.

"What have you done to her? Where is she?"

His father narrowed his eyes, looking repulsed.

"Remember your place, Draco."

"For once, Father, I am finding my place, and it is no where near yours," Draco said pulling his shoulder roughly out of Lucius's grasp, standing up to his father for the first time.

"You insolent child!" Lucius spat, his eyes flaming with rage, and back handed his son across the face, sending him crashing into the wall while Pansy scrambled out of the way.

"How dare you disrespect me!" the dark wizard said in a voice all to calm and controlled while striding forward, withdrawing his wand from his cloak.

Draco scrambled to retrieve his wand from his pocket just as his father screamed a loud "Expelliarmus!" pointing his wand at Draco. The younger Malfoy's wand shot out of his grip, and Lucius caught it midair, instantly putting it away into his robes.

"If you had practiced dueling, and had done better in your studies you would have been quicker!" Lucius yelled, then pointed his wand at his son.

"Crucio!"

Draco withered and jerked on the ground when the Unforgivable Curse hit him, his scream a loud and hoarse shrill, echoing through the dark, underground chamber.

"Finite Incantatum!" the Dark Wizard yelled, making the immense pain surging through Draco stop, the boy's body motionless on the ground.

"How dare you dishonor the Malfoy name by even associating with some filthy half human! She's nothing more than a slut nymph, and I won't have you throw everything that I have worked so hard to establish for you away! Crucio!"

The pain flooded Draco's body again, making it shake on it's own accord. It felt like every bone in his body was breaking in tiny little pieces, and all his organs were being squished into much, as he curled up into the fetal position, the pain so intense that he couldn't even scream anymore.

"Finite Incantatum!......Everything I have ever done and worked for has been for you, Draco, and it is time for you to take your place," Lucius said to the withered pile on the floor, striding forward.

The dark wizard gripped his son's shirt, and pulled upwards.

"Get up now!" he screamed, dragging his son to his feet, making him stand on wobbling legs, leaning back against the cold, stone wall.

It looked like all the sparkle and life had been drained from Draco's eyes, leaving them a cold, dark, gray, the whites completely red and bloodshot.

"Power, wealth, anything you could ever want or need could be yours, Dragon. All you have to do is take it, and you will take it, Draco. Whether you want to or not, you will fall into the path I have laid for you. Just like I did, just like my father did, and just all the Malfoys," Lucius said in his icy tones, his silver-blonde hair falling around his shoulders, pointing his wand at his weakened son.

"Now walk!" he yelled, nudging Draco towards the dark, motioning for Pansy to follow.

Gathering all his strength Draco walked through the dark underground corridors of Malfoy Manor, knowing very well where his father was taking him. The room where Death Eater meetings were sometimes held. They approached the familiar door, and Lucius pointed his wand at it while saying the invocation.

"Morsmordre!"

A large, green glowing skull with a serpent slithering out of its mouth, appeared on the door, which promptly opened. The three of them walked into the completely dark room, Lucius's wand pointing directly into Draco's back. The Dark Wizard grabbed a hold of the back of Draco's collar, and the young wizard felt the point of his father's wand leave his back.

"Accendo!"

Lucius's invocation made a warm fire come to life in the large fire place, and several torches light along the walls.

Several books, jars filled with strange floating objects and herbs, different sized vials, and various dark objects lined the walls on si she shelves. There was a cauldron so large that it could literally be used for bathing hanging by a thick chain from the ceiling. In the center of the room, on the floor the Dark Mark was painted or enchanted there...But none of these things caught Draco's eye. The only thing he saw was the figure of a withered human, laying upon the ground. She was completely naked, and her wrists were shackled together uncomfortably behind her back, her messy green hair sprawled out around her face.

Draco's heart sank into his stomach, and he felt like he could vomit right then and there. He clenched his fists into tight balls to keep them from shaking, and his face drained of any color that may have been still lingering, making him look like a ghost. In a worried panic, fear coursing through him, Draco tried desperately to break away from his father, only to be hurled roughly against a wall, and find himself facing the point of his father's wand once again.

"Did you not hear anything I have said to you, Draco? You are to have nothing to do with that dirty piece of trash," Lucius said in his cold, composed tones, then arched a perfectly shaped, pale eyebrow as he caught sight of a tear trailing down Draco's face.

Lucius's eye's narrowed dangerously at his son, and his face flushed with anger.

"Yet again you disappoint me, Draco. You are a pathetic excuse for a pure-blood, and I am ashamed of you. That 'thing' is far below your status. You are a Malfoy, and if I have to keep you under Imperius until I die, you will act like one! Crucio!"

Pansy watched in silence as Draco's body shook and jerked on the ground, his screams echoing off the stone walls of the large room. It reminded her of a year ago when she had watched both her parents being tortured and killed at the hands of, or wand of the Dark Lord.

She had turned them in to Voldemont herself when she discovered that they were nothing more than a couple of traitor spies for the Ministry. It was at that time that Lucius had "taken her under his wing," and began training her in the dark arts so that she could become a Death Eater after graduating Hogworts.

She felt a pang of sorrow and guilt as she watched the boy who she had mooned over for so many years being engrossed in the immense pain of the Unforgivable Curse. It was the same pang she had felt as she watched the life drain from her parent's faces.

"Finite Incantatum!"

With those words Draco's body became a limp ball of flesh, curled against the wall. He felt broken and battered, but all he could think about was the girl laying seemingly lifeless meters away. Draco piered up at his father, any sparkle of life or happiness completely drained from his pain darkened eyes.

"Please....I'll stop seeing her...I'll do anything you want, and become anything you want...Just let her go. Don't do anything to her. Please, just let her go," Draco pleaded gathering all his strength, hoping against hope that his father would take pity on him, or at least on her...But pity isn't a Malfoy trait. Infact, the word wasn't even in their dictionary.

"Oh, Draco, it's not just what I'm going to do to her. In fact, what I'm going to do to her will pale in comparison to what you're going to do to her," Lucius said in a cold, slightly amused voice, scrunching down next to his son, smoothing his platinum blonde locks back like a loving parent would.

Draco looked up at Lucius questionably through dark, heavy eyes. This just kept getting worse and worse.

"You see, tomorrow is the day you will finally take your place serving our Lord," the Dark Wizard said, and evil smile playing over his lips.

"You want me to give Harara to Voldemont," his own words burned a hole through Draco's heart as the comprehension of his father's plot sank in.

"Oh, but, Dragon, it's going to be so much more than that," Lucius said while standing, still pointing his wand at Draco dangerously.

"I won't do it!" Draco spat, tears streaking down his ghostly pale face.

"I'm afraid you don't have much choice in the matter. Imperio!"

As the Unforgivable hit Draco, all thought began to drain from his mind, and all he could hear was his father's voice inside his head, commanding him to get up. He tried to fight it off like he'd been trained to in school. Tried to block out his father's mind. Tried to think of something else. He tried so hard to resist the curse, but the Cruciatus had already drained him of so much energy, and the dark spell began to take over as Draco slowly got to his feet.

'Go stand over near the half human,' Lucius's words rang loudly inside his head.

Draco walked slowly over towards the form laid upon the floor, and stopped a meter from her. He could feel his heart breaking as he looked down upon her. He wanted so bad to sweep her up and away, but there was nothing he could do. He was weak, and being controlled. He felt completely helpless and devastated.

Unable to resist the voice in his head, Draco turned to the blonde Slytherin, and shot her a seductive smile.

"Come here, Love."

Pansy, who had been trying to blend in with the wall, staying out of sight, which also meant out of Lucius's wrath, looked at Draco with wide eyes, then turned her gaze to Lucius, not quite sure what to do.

"You will do everything my son tells you to, Miss Parkinson," Lucius said in calm yet severe tones.

As soon as the words were said, Pansy found herself held close to Draco, his arm draping over her shoulders. Lucius strode forward, reeking of superiority and arrogance, and crouched down next to the sleeping Harara, pointing his wand at her.

"Ennervate."

Slowly Harara began to stir, and her eyes started to open, squinting as they began adjusting to the light. She immediately noticed that her body was painfully sore and her breath was extremely labored. Then as her eyes completely adjusted she came face to face with Lucius. Her body reacted with a quick jump, but was held firmly down by a leather gloved hand on her chest, the shackles cutting into her wrists, pressing painfully into her back. She glanced down at her body, realizing she was naked, then focused back up at her captor, staring into his familiar grey eyes that looked more emotionless and cold than the pair they reminded her of.

That's when it happened. A surge of emotions and memories flooded Harara like a tidal wave. It felt like a thousand things were cramming and pushing their way into her mind. Her head began to pound, and she began to remember the 'lost' events that had taken place over the last year; the visions, the dementors, the potions, the spells, all of it came back to her, and she knew that she must be in a horrible amount of danger to be remembering this.

"Thought you were actually good enough for a pure-blood like me, did you?" Draco's words were cold as he sneered at the helpless Gryffindor.

Harara's eyes snapped over to the two blonde, smirking Slytherins, and Harara felt as if a knife had stabbed her violently in the heart as her eyes pooled into a dark blue, searching his face for something, anything. He wore a mask of dominance and egotism, but his eyes were expressionless, dark, and hollow. Something wasn't right, and Harara could almost smell the dark magic in the room.

Lucius violently jerked Harara's chin, making her focus on him. Silver blonde hair fanned out around his face, cascading down his shoulders, silver eyes that seemed to hold deep mysteries, pale skin. No one would ever doubt for a second that he was a Malfoy.

"How dare you, a filthy half human, come anywhere near a Malfoy...or any pure-blood for that matter," Lucius said coldly, watching her eyes cloud over from dark blue to completely black with great interest.

Abruptly, Lucius drew back his hand, and smacked her forcefully across the cheek, sending her sideways into the ground, her head coming in violent contact with the hard stone. Harara felt the trickling of blood sliding down her face as the dark wizard stood, glaring at the two younger Slytherins.

"What is this thing you have brought me, Parkinson?" Lucius flared, narrowing his eyes coldly.

"Well...she-she's a nymph," Pansy said confused as to why he was questioning her.

"Yes, that much is quite obvious, but what else is she?" the older Slytherin spat becoming impatient, his anger welling again.

"...Elven?" she said hoping he'd turn his attention else where.

"Yes, Miss Parkinson, elven...And do you have any idea how dangerous the situation could have become for you? Do you have any idea how little we actually know about elven magic, and how it works?...It is very lucky for you that you were able to succeed in even getting her here," Lucius's tone was cool, collected, and even, his last sentence making Pansy breathe a sigh of relief. Though she should have know by now to never assume anything.

"Crucio!"

The word sent the girl to the ground in a screaming, shaking fit, Draco looking down at her withering form with pity behind the cold, lifeless look in his eyes.

"Finite Incantatum!...Always relay information to me in full!" Lucius said angrily, then turned his attention back to Harara.

"Constrictum Dextera Levus Cruris!"

Instantly heavy shackles where attached to each of Harara's wrists and ankles, pulled apart, and attached firmly to the ground. Harara struggled against the binds in vain before finally giving up and laying back against the cold, stone ground naked, spread eagle, blood dripping off her face as she glared up at the elder Malfoy.

Draco's head pounded as he was forced to tear his eyes away from Harara, and approach his father, who handed him his wand back.

Draco's head pounded like a jack hammer as he tried to muster up all his will to resist what his father was going to make him do. His whole world felt like it was crashing around him, and his heart was being ripped out as he walked back over to the bound girl, her now dark, midnight blue eyes threatening to rain tears as he walked to her, pointing his wand at her.

"Planctum!" He threw the curse at her over and over again as her body jerked and convulsed, being hit by invisible blows.

Dark bruises started to form on her tanned skin, circles formed around her eyes, and a stream of blood trickled down out of her mouth mixing with her tears, and slid off her chin. There were no words to even describe how Draco was feeling: horrified, repulsed, sick, desperate, despair, frantic, hopeless. None of those were anywhere near the pain he felt as he was forced to repeatedly curse the only person he had ever truly loved. The only person who had ever truly loved him.

Finally he was able to stop his torture, and was forced to hand over his wand to his father, and return to Pansy. He pulled her up off the ground were she still sat recovering from the Unforgivable, and wrapped her in a warm embrace, kissing her pink lips, then pulled away, watching his father stride over to Harara.

"Did you really think you could actually get away with being with a Malfoy. You're nothing you know. A dirty freak of nature, and nothing more. Far below him," Lucius's harsh words drifted like a cloud of smoke over her, and all she could think about was the pained look in Draco's eyes. To anyone else he looked like the usual arrogant, heartless asshole that everyone knew, but Harara could feel his intense emotions. He was slowly crumbling away.

"Solvo!"

The word made Harara's shackles disappear as Lucius rested on his knees next to the beat, weakened girl.

"Do you see how little you mean to my son, now?" Lucius said, his voice low and raspy.

Ever the brave Gryffindor, Harara spat in Lucius's face.

"You sick bastard," she managed to choke out through heavy, forced breaths knowing fully well that Draco was being controlled.

Lucius's pale features flushed red with anger as he wiped the crimson blood streaked spit off his face disgustedly, and then gave the battered woman a hard blow to the face, causing her to roll onto her stomach. A deep moan arose from Harara's throat as the dark wizard hulled her limp body up until she was on her knees, her body slumped forward onto her fore arms.

She felt a leather clad hand travel down her spine as the dark wizard took position behind her exposed ass, which promptly received a rough smack.

"Tergus Collum Laqueum!"

With those words a long, black leather strap appeared around Harara's neck, tied in a noose, which Lucius pulled on, making Harara's upper body lift and hold her weight on hands and knees. As Lucius began undoing the front of his robes and pants, Draco was forced to push Pansy to the ground in front of him, steering her head towards his crotch. Pansy stared into Draco's cold, dark eyes as she undid his fly, and pulled out his limp cock. She slowly swirled her tongue around the soft head, and then easily swallowed him completely.

Draco was forced to keep his eyes on his father as Lucius said a spell, making a kind of magical shield appear on his hard cock, more than likely there in order to keep her dirty fluids off. Then in one fast, hard movement Lucius buried his shaft in Harara's dry asshole, tearing her apart violently, drawing a long deafening scream from the Gryffindor.

"Suscito!" Lucius said with a lazy flick of his wand towards Draco whose cock immediately jumped to quick attention, almost making Pansy gag.

The Slytherin girl continued moving up and down on Draco's now fully erect cock, swirling her tongue around the head with each movement up. The combination of two spells making his body betray him, as he thrusted into Pansy's mouth, moaning, being forced to watch his father shove violently in and out of Harara's ass, her blood providing the lubricant.

Lucius pulled roughly on the leather strap, forcing Harara to arch back uncomfortably as her air supply slowly lessened. She felt as if she was being torn apart and strangled as the dark wizard thrusted hard and fast in and out of her dry ass. Holding Harara's waist with one strong arm, Lucius gave one hard, violent thrust while saying a loud "Crucio," making pain invade every last millimeter of Harara's body, which slumped to the ground, her mouth stretched as if screaming, yet soundless. The pain made her body shudder and contract, which drew Lucius's seed out from his cock just as Harara began to see stars behind her eyes, and slip into darkness.

"Finite Incantatum!"

As Draco watched his father empty his cock, Pansy grasped the base of Draco's cock, and began quickening her attentions, while cradling and gently massaging his sack with her other hand. Then with one last thrust, Draco cried out almost painfully, and spewed his hot cum into the Slytherin girl's mouth.

Lucius dropped the passed out Gryffindor, immediately pulling out of her, and began performing cleaning spells on himself just a Pansy was putting Draco's cock back into his pants, and stood up, very slowly but surly backing away from the younger Malfoy.

With a flick of his wand, and a few choice words Harara was back to being shackled on her back, spread eagled. Then pointing his wand at his son he said a firm "Finite Incantatum."

Draco instantly sank to his knees, tears gushing down his face like never before, sobbing uncontrollably, his heart beaten, shredded, and broken. Lucius approached his son, and placed a hand on his shoulder lovingly.

"I know. This is a hard lesson for you... Don't worry, it'll all be over soon, Dragon."

There was nothing. Just an endless eternity of void. You wouldn't even be able to call it blackened space or darkness. It was just nothing. No sight. No sound. No pain. It was almost comforting how the void seemed to wrap her in its warm blanket, consoling her, letting her rest.

It could have been hours, or it could have been minutes that floated by while she was wrapped in the void, comforted by the calmness and nothingness. When she felt a feeling of movement she wanted so badly to just stay in the warm blanket of the void, but she couldn't. Something was pulling her further. Something inside her told her that she shouldn't stay too long in the nothingness, so she allowed herself to drift forward towards the blackness that became apparent.

The blackness was different from the void. It was too dark to be called nothing, and she defiantly could feel 'something.' It was almost like her emotional and empathic sensory had became heightened far beyond anything she had ever felt. There was absolutely nothing physical about the feeling, everything was emotional. Infact, she didn't feel anything even remotely close to physical. She wasn't even breathing. When she began to move, there was no actual physical feeling in it. No tensing of muscles. No feeling of shifting weight. Not even footsteps upon ground. None the less though, she was moving.

Harara began to feel a wave of cold emotion sweep through her from behind, which caused her to cease her movement forwards, turning towards the cold feeling. It was still blackness, but an image began to form in her mind. An image of herself, sprawled upon the ground, helpless, beaten and battered. She remembered what had happened. She remembered why she was here, and knew what she had to do.

The realizations seemed to give her more focus and control, and different emotions came flowing through her body at a gentle speed from every direction. She could feel every emotion and experience that had been inside the room. Dark magic. Tortured screams. Life ending. She could feel the energy of every object in the room. She could feel what they were and had been used for. She felt it all, but it wasn't in any way overwhelming. It was like a pure smoke that was either allowed to pass through her, or was focused on.

She felt a festering, dark feeling enter her senses. It was like a thousand soundless screams. It was like a parasite that eats away at anything and everything. It was what she needed to focus on.

She floated through the blackness, moving in the direction of the festering emotion until it became so strong that it was the only one that entered her senses. She reached out to grab the emotion. It was so cold it burned. It didn't hurt, but the emotion was burning.

When the burning stopped, and she drew back her hand to pier at the emotion. It was in the form of a small vial attached to a chain. She knew it was what she had come for.

She began moving again back towards the coolness of her body, and then let herself be embraced back into the void. Letting herself fall back into nothing again.
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