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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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Severus blinked.�� He was in the dark..�

Well.. near dark.� His eyes made out the thin lines of a
door.�� Where was he?��

The scent was very particular.� He
recognised it well.

He was in the dungeons somewhere..�

Feeling around his body with cautious fingertips, the floor was stone and dry,
if cool.�

A cell perhaps? ��The store room?� Had he passed out somehow?� There were no fumes that he could detect.
He surreptitiously pressed his arm
against his body.�

His wand was not in its sleeve sheath..�
A cell then.� He was in a cell and unarmed.� Why?!
What had happened?!�
Inexplicably, he recalled holding Hermione
Granger restrained in the forest outside Hogwarts wards.� The girl was struggling and fighting.� She wanted to reach..
What?
Green eyes floated up in his
memory.�
He flinched as a sudden flash of
the boy who lived assaulted his mind.�
Too much exposed skin, slender legs akimbo, laying upon Severus own bed, his head tossed back in
ecstasy as his hands fisted the sheets.
How?!�

How did he remember something so... so...

(delicious, the dark voice in the back of his mind
offered)

Perverse.� Inappropriate.� Criminal.. forbidden.. IMPOSSIBLE!!
Had it actually happened?� His master was ..well..
a master in infecting one�s mind with
revolting images.

(The nasty little voice inside him protested against the term �revolting� being
used in any conjunction with the writhing green eyed teenager)
It was no doubt a seeded
thought.� Not his own.� His master must have discovered his duplicity
and, in some humour, thought it amusing to infect his mind with depraved
thoughts of the boy he had sought to protect.

It didn�t feel quite right.�

He ignored the feeling.
Hermione then..
What of that?� He was in the forbidden
forest.� He had..
what.. apparated there?� Had he come from within?� No.. he had been summoned.�
He had not been within.� Why was
he restraining Hermione Granger?� She was
struggling.. reaching for.. for ..

Green eyes again.�

Reaching toward Potter.� He had been preventing her from reaching
him.� Why?!�
A vague memory of
Draco. �His godson was there?

And his Lord.�
The Dark Lord.. standing..
at the wards of Hogwarts, undefended.�
What had happened?
He struggled to remember what had
happened next but there was simply nothing.. �had he been struck by a spell?�� What had happened to Hermione.. that is.. Miss Granger?!� It felt quite
strangely natural to think of her given name.�
As if they were on familiar terms.��
And Draco?�
That he should be there was
odd.�� Had Draco perhaps abducted Miss Granger?��
Tentatively he leaned toward a
suspicion that something of that nature had occurred.� Hermione had been abducted, hadn�t she?�� He could not quite recall it but he had the
sense that there had been some degree of fuss over it..

He cursed himself for again thinking
of Miss Granger in such inappropriately familiar terms.� The girl was sixteen years old, for Salazar�s
sake.�

He gasped at the sudden image of said sixteen year old, naked and straddling
him, her young firm ample breasts
bouncing as she..

No!� NO!�
That certainly did not
happen.� The Dark Lord was having his fun
with him.�
But it didn�t add up.� The Dark Lord�s humour tended more toward the
vicious.� If he were to fill his head
with false memories of Potter and his pert little know-it-all sidekick, they
would be more horrific..

They would not be centred around his pleasure with the children.. but rather depict him torturing
or eviscerating them.. Likely something even worse.� His master was quite creative in his
psychological cruelty.
This prompted a very faint
impression of a battered and broken Hermione being shared between the Lestrange brothers while ..others.. waited
in the wings to take their turn.

His stomach revolved.�

That would be the reality then.�
He hoped the poor girl was dead.
After what seemed like hours, the
silence was broken by a crack of apparition.�

He squinted slightly in the sudden bright light as torches abruptly illuminated
on both left and right walls.�
They offered a view of a small but
surprisingly clean cell... and his Lord, who stood, inhuman and monstrous as
ever.. and seemingly not in
the best of humours.
Severus dragged himself up on his
elbows and struggled to get onto his knees.�
His body felt tight and sore as if he had been exerting himself, although
he seemed to be uninjured.
The man.. the entity.. was staring down at him with a most singular
expression.� Suspicion..
yes. But the Dark Lord was so frequently suspicious
that it barely rated notice.� Trepidation
however.. that was new.�
�Good evening Severus� the
unnatural voice offered with ..again.. that strange note of concerned scrutiny.�

Severus pondered on how good the
evening could possibly be if he was in a cell and the Dark Lord was paying him
a private visit.
�Good evening, my Lord� he
responded guardedly.� Until he learned
exactly how damned he was here, there was no call to go poking the tiger.
�How are you feeling?
Again.. what an odd
question for his cold, callous and inhumanly cruel master to pose.� He had no doubt done something to him.� Perhaps it was an experiment of some kind - A
spell or potion he wished to test.
�I am..physically
well... I believe� he answered.
This didn�t seem to reassure the Dark
Lord in the slightest.

�And your mind?�
What do you remember, my servant?�
He weighed alternatives
quickly.� There did not seem to be much
benefit in lying at present.�� Perhaps
the truth would protect him in this instance.�

�I.. appear to be suffering from memory loss, my Lord.� I have only..disjointed
and inexplicable fragments of recent events in my mind.� ...What has occurred?� Why am I in the dungeons?�
Voldemort seemed to consider this
for some time.� When he spoke, it was in
a quiet voice that gave Severus goosebumps.� It was not the soft, dangerous voice the man
used when he was leading one into a trap and intended to dispense punishment - this
voice reminded him of the tone used by healers at St Mungos
when they spoke to the families of those who had suffered terminal injury.�
�Tell me first what exactly you
remember, Severus.�
He wet his lips and strained to
collect the bizarre thoughts that had been whirling through his mind before the
Dark Lord had attended him.
�I recall..
something about the forbidden forest..� �

The Dark Lord�s face lightened, seemed almost to look hopeful.� �Yes.. What occurred
there, Severus?�
By best will he hadn�t the foggiest
notion.

�I.. am not sure.�
Hermione Granger � Potter�s mudblood friend - was present.. As well as Draco Malfoy.�

And Potter himself..
�I believe he was there also.� I..� I do not know what happened.� It seems to me that the mudblood was.. perhaps.. fighting..
with me.� I am
not certain, my Lord.�
The look of hope was extinguished.

�And before this..�
what do you remember of the past days.. and weeks..?�
Severus strained his memory for the
most recent solid piece of information.

�Teaching class.. Brewing..
There was a revel.. I attended briefly and observed a
family with four young children.. two
of them twins-�
Lord Voldemort hissed in
disapproval.� �That memory is almost a
month old.� Do you remember nothing at
all of the last weeks?�
Severus shifted on his knees
uneasily.� Punishment was hovering over
him like Damocles sword.�

�I.. I cannot be sure..� he offered quickly.� �The images I recall are..
are quite improbable.�
�Show me� the Dark Lord
demanded.� Severus quailed and redoubled
his occlumentic walls before offering his eyes to the
blood red slitted ones.��

He felt the penetration and pushed the bizarre memories of Potter and Miss Granger
forward.� As they were very brief and
disconnected, he did not experience the sensation of the Dark Lord browsing
through them.� He did, however sense a flare of emotion at the second memories.. the ones featuring Miss Granger.�

He expected his Lord to withdraw but instead the man seemed to turn and attack his defences.� He strained to concentrate and keep them in
place.

Just when he was beginning to despair, he felt the presence in his mind recede.
�Open your mind to me, Severus.� I must know the extent of the damage.�
This troubling demand nearly undid
his control over his facial expressions.�
He blinked and questioned, against his better judgement, what exactly
had befallen him.� It was in his
experience, never a safe prospect to attempt to question the Dark Lord on any
matter.� He told one what they needed to
know and no more.� To question him was to
suggest that his judgement was lacking in assessing what one might need to
know.� Lord Voldemort was the only one
who asked questions.. He could count the instances
upon one hand, in which a questioning death eater had escaped punishment.
It seemed that this was to be one
of those instances.�
�You have suffered an attack upon
your mind, Severus.� I do not wish to
discuss the event in too much detail at present, however suffice it to say that
I am not responsible for your present
state.�� I shall endeavour to repair the damage, as far as it is possible to
do so.� It would be less troublesome if
you would allow me access to your mind in order to do so..
however if you insist upon being obstinate, I will
employ force to examine you.�
Severus couldn�t help furrowing his
brow.� He couldn�t help it.� The way the evil bastard was speaking was so
absurd.� Did his mind contain some shred
of information that the Dark Lord required?��
That was a foolish question � his mind always had contained
information that the Dark Lord required.�

It was not absurd that he was threatening to break him in order to gain access
to his mind.� It was even possible that
he might offer to repair the damage � what was absurd was the concern in his voice and his insistence
that he was not to blame for the memory loss.
�As for the other things you
recall-� the Dark Lord continued� �Reports from Draco have confirmed that
yourself and Harry Potter apparently engaged in some form of intimacy last
week.� The first memory you have of Hermione
Granger is in all likelihood genuine, although I will confirm it in her mind
later, however the second memory.. of
the girl in the black room.. is false.� It is a graft based upon the incident with
Reginald Grimshaws eldest daughter.�� Again.. it was not I who
placed it in your mind.�
�You will confirm the memory in Miss
Granger�s mind?� She is also here?�� Although his tone remained neutral, the
thought troubled him deeply.�

If Hermione Granger was in the Dark Lord�s domain, she would not be long for
this world.�
The Dark Lord offered a hair-raising
smile.�

�Oh she is not here.� He gestured at
the dungeon cell around them. �She is
resting at present within a guest room.��
She is.. relatively.. unharmed, with the
exception of an unfortunate incident with Bella earlier this evening��

Again the snake faced man seemed to scrutinise him as if watching for
something.�

Severus could imagine any number of unfortunate things that Bellatrix Black
might take it into her demented head to do to another person.�
�Would you like to visit her?� his Lord
offered.�
It seemed like a trap.� He could almost feel the punishment he was certain to receive.� His muscles ached sympathetically.�

�I will do as my Lord wishes� he responded mechanically.
�Indeed you will - are you able to stand?�� Lord Voldemort inspected him with raised
brows.�

Cautiously he climbed to his feet.
A thin white hand was offered to
him.� Gingerly he took it.

It was cold and hard and reminded him of marble.�

Expecting it, as he was, the apparition barely stirred his stomach to a mild
queasiness.�� He looked around quickly at
the room in which they now found themselves.
It was a relatively pleasant
bedchamber with generous proportions, including a large bed, in which the
familiar curly haired witch lay upon her back with her eyes closed. ��She appeared very small within the large bed
and her complexion was pallid.

Astounding.� It
looked, at least from his present vantage point, as if the Dark Lord had spoken
the truth.� Hermione Granger appeared to
be unharmed, with the exception of her stillness and the pinched expression on
her face that informed him that she was likely recovering from the Cruciatus.
�You may approach her if you wish, Severus�
the slithery voice offered generously.��
Uneasily, he complied with the suggestion and moved to the side of the
bed.�� The memory of his intimacy with
the girl flashed again in his mind and, to his shock, was joined by several
other memories.� In one of them he was
inserting a large dildo gag into her mouth, apparently with her avid
permission.��

He stepped back quickly and tried to regain control over himself.� The memories were quite..compelling and his body was beginning to react.�� He was flooded with yet another memory of Hermione
below him, clinging to him as he kissed her passionately and stepped back
again, seeking to physically retreat from the prospect of molesting an underage
witch.�
Unfortunately he met a vertical
surface in his retreat.�� His master was
behind him.�
Terror seized his internal organs
and began to twist as cold hands descended upon his shoulders and he felt a
cool breath next to his ear.

�What else do you remember, my
servant?�

The dark seductive tone nearly made him leap away and rub at his ear to rid it
of the repugnant sensation of his master�s scaly skin.� But as if summoned, more memories flared up in his head.�

He could see.. their
interconnection..the flow of events..to some degree..�

Kissing Hermione.. and then..
then being pulled away.. Watching as the Dark Lord buried his face betwixt
the girl�s legs.. and then
worse.. God.. he felt ill. �He could remember the sensation of the
reptilian creature�s organ in his mouth.�� He remembered feeling arousal.. the hands holding him, forcing
him deeper, using him brutally.�
How?!� How had it occurred.� And why?!�
It was entirely ..unthinkable.�

Impossible that the Dark Lord might decide to fuck a muggleborn.. beyond
impossible that he would choose to perform cunnilingus upon one.��

And as for what he had done with Severus himself...

Why?!�

The question remained plaintively in his mind.�
Lord Voldemort had not shown the least carnal interest in him since the
hour that he sent him forth from his chambers over a decade ago.��

And yet, somehow, over the course of the last weeks that state of affairs had
seemingly changed.�

He could not find any explanation.�� He
was no longer the awkward boy he had once been.�
Lucius and he were merely old friends.� There was no reason for his master to take it
into his head to desire him.� He had certainly not given him the faintest
incentive to do so, as far as he could recall.
�I see that you do remember something else, Severus�
His Lord�s hands slipped from his
shoulders, his fingertips trailing down Severus back momentarily as he stepped
away from him.�� The sensation reminded Severus
of spiders.� He could not quite suppress
the shudder of revulsion.�
�I do not understand, my Lord� he
managed and cut himself off before he could stammer inanity.�
The faintly irritated sigh was
another new sound from his master.�

�It..matters little, Severus.� Perhaps you will regain further memories if
you remain here with Hermione for a while.��
Do not disturb her.� The pain has
abated sufficiently for her to be placed under a somnus
but her rest will be fragile.� Remain
outside the silencing spell upon the bed.�
I will be ...disappointed.. should
you wake her.�
Severus watched the dangerous snake
turn almost disinterestedly and apparate away.�

His mind raced in the resulting stillness.�
Perhaps he should attempt to
escape.� Whatever was taking place here,
it felt dangerous.�
He glanced back at his student,
pale against the pillows in the large bed.�
If he were to try to leave, he would have to take Miss Granger with
him.�

...The Dark Lord had referred to her as Hermione.� Consistently.�

In that revolting memory of her.. in
which the Dark Lord had been ..orally pleasuring her..
she had not appeared to be fighting.�

A deep sickening queasiness spread through his stomach.�

Surely.. Miss Granger was an intelligent girl.� If she was not resisting, then it was simply
because she recognised that to do so would be ineffectual and would only bring
pain upon her.
Surely..
He felt the queasiness spread and,
without warning a sharp lance of fire seemed to drive through his left
eye.� He cried out, bending and clamping
his hands over the offending organ.�

It was too hot.� He couldn�t breathe.

Dropping to his knees, he tugged at his collar and struggled to think of what
he had been doing..�
what had he been thinking about?�� He had been about to do something.� It was important.��

Abruptly the fog in his mind cleared and he felt he could see everything once
more.�

His head rose slowly, taking in the room.�

The girl... the dangerous.. corrupted
girl..was laying in the bed before him.� Hermione Granger.. once a promising student.. now a
debased little whore and a threat to the light.��

She would use her abilities in the Dark Lord�s service.� She would weaken Potter with emotional manipulation.��

The Granger girl had to be removed.� If
she could not be taken forcibly back to the Order - where she might receive
treatment; where she could be controlled
- then she had to be destroyed.�
He climbed to his feet carefully,
his eyes on the sleeping figure, alert for any sign of change in her
condition.�
Where was his wand?� He did not have it.� Impatiently, his eyes darted around the room
for a suitable object.�

The heavy iron candlestick on the bedside table was the most promising
weapon.� He stalked over to it and hefted
it experimentally, turning back to the sleeping girl and taking the crucial two
steps to her side.�
He would need to do it quickly and
effectively.� If she woke.. she could perhaps fight.� He was not certain how capable her wandless
magic might be at present.�

If she called the Dark Lord, the time would not be sufficient to carry out the
act.��
Decisively he hefted the bludgeon
over his head and, without hesitation, brought it down as hard as he could upon
the little whore�s head, striking at the bridge of her nose, which caved in to
a pit of blood and bone.� The girl woke and tried to scream.� She didn�t succeed.� Severus� arm rose and fell rapidly, again and
again till there was little left that was recognisable.�� Only then did he drop the candlestick and
step back.�
...He stared at a crack in the
flagstones, struggling against a sudden wave of confusion that threatened to
overwhelm him.�� It felt like vertigo.� All of a sudden he had a sense of
disorientation.� He wondered what he had
been doing.� Glancing up, he gagged and
stumbled backward pell mell
from the mess on the bed, where only seconds before Hermione Granger had lain.��

In panic he reached again for his wand, noticing once more that it was not
there.� He whirled, looking for the
culprit to the bloody murder and found the Dark Lord sitting calmly in a chair
by the fire.�
�My Lord..
what.. I.. I do not
understand!� he protested. �Why did you bring me here?!� To see...this..?� Why did you..� Why..�

His brain felt overloaded by the peculiar event.� To see what had become of his student... the
girl from the bizarre memories.. No doubt this was the
reason for the memories.. to
make the event even more troubling to him.�
But..why?!�
He couldn�t articulate it but he did not understand why the Dark Lord
would resort to physical force.� The
murder object was obviously the candlestick on the floor by the bed..

The Dark Lord abhorred all things muggle.�
He killed magically.� Always.� �
�Severus..�
Lord Voldemort said with that strange regret in his voice again.� �It was not I that killed the girl.��
Reeling at the words.. it seemed that his Master had
been telling him over and over since he had woken in the dungeon that it was
not he that harmed him.. it was not he that
placed false memories in his mind.. it was not he that cursed Hermione Granger.. and now.. when they had been alone
in the room.. it was not the Dark Lord who killed the defenceless muggleborn.

No.� Of course not.� What was the monster playing at now?!
�Your hands..
your clothes, Severus� his master pointed out quietly.
Confused, Severus looked down,
dreadful suspicion dawning in the back of his mind even as he did.�

The blood..

He was covered in it.� His
hands still tacky with it.� It was
not even dry.� The front of his austere robes was spattered
with ragged drops and splashes.�

Aghast, he reeled.

Had he been under the imperius?�

No.. no.. he
would remember the act if it had been that spell.�

One of the lesser compulsion curses?� A dark possession spell?�
Something new?�
The only clear point in his mind
was that he had been standing here in one moment and then, without the sense of
any intervening time, he had found the mutilated body before him.��

A number of curses could possibly cause such a loss of time.�

It was undoubtedly the Dark Lord, although why he had gone to such trouble
still escaped the potions master. �The
time since he woke had moved from confusing to downright otherworldly.�
�Severus... I will bring you to a
room where you will rest� the Dark Lord informed him, sounding weary.� �I cannot do more for you tonight.� Tomorrow perhaps there will be time to delve
deeper and examine the extent of the damage.��
He seemed to sigh again and then, without warning, raised his wand.�

There was no time to panic and debate avoiding the spell before an incarcerous
variant had bound him.� He stood
unsteadily in place, confused and concerned, as the serpentine figure rose from
its chair and approached him.��
Lord Voldemort
slid deeper into the steaming crimson bath, feeling the warmth penetrate in a
way that not even the shower managed.��

It had been a long evening.� Longer than he would have preferred.� His appetite for a revel had been low at
best, since the debacle in the forbidden forest earlier..
No.. it was yesterday
now.�� He closed his eyes and relaxed,
tallying up the positive and negative in the day.�
Negative � Severus
was damaged.�

Severely damaged, it seemed.

It was most disappointing.� Particularly after the delightful surprise with the de-aging potion
recently.�

There would be no more devoted worship from the intelligent boy who had once
turned his head.� Even if Severus ever appeared
to desire him again, how could he trust
it?!�
Dumbledore was
capable of many things � foremost among them mental manipulation.� It was entirely possible that he might never
be able to rely upon Severus again.�

Before this incident he had believed that vows were sufficient.. but as things stood, Severus
might be fully functional.. might behave normally one
moment and the next moment a submerged alter self might come forward that was
not subject to any vows he had made.�

As a minor, barely significant, side-effect � these developments did not bode
well for his cloning project.� In all
likelihood he had acquired the muggle scientists pointlessly.�

Not that it was necessarily a problem.�
To a large extent, the cloning project had been conceived primarily to
challenge Severus.. to regain
his devotion.� He was a valuable man when
loyal.�

Oh.. it would have been
useful if he had achieved the goal..� To
have the option of regaining a body which did not require blood and venom.. which was fully human..� It was not an undesirable outcome..�

But the point of the endeavour had been lost.��
Severus could no longer be trusted.�
It would require
time to tease apart the strands of influence in his mind � a complex task in
light of how completely the man could occlude.�
Perhaps he might never attain enough confidence to rely upon the man�s
potions again.�

Indeed.. it might prove best
to put the potions master down like a rabid dog;� better to err on the side of caution.�� Thank Salazar he had thought to test him
with a polyjuiced muggle..

It would be such an unfortunate waste of a talented mind to kill him though...

..against his better judgement, he determined that he
would see what might be done with the man�s mind first.
A related
negative factor of the evening was the observation that Lucius
was quite unbalanced by the events surrounding Severus and Draco.�

On the positive side, the wizard had not attempted to confront him after he had
removed Draco and the muggle from the revel and returned without him a short
time later.� Lucius
had, however, stalked about the room
like a cat with its hackles up, searching for his son for the rest of the
evening.�
Further negatives
� Rodolphus bore strongly conflicted feelings toward Hermione.��
He would have
preferred that his general did not so much as remember that the girl existed,
but in his case, discovering at a later date that the mudblood had already
cursed him and that he had been obliviated would
destabilise his loyalty more effectively than leaving him to resolve his inner
turmoil now.�
After returning
from �rewarding� Draco, He had been sought out by a bloodsoaked
Rodolphus, who had enquired after the mudblood�s health.�

On a whim, and wishing to make absolutely clear her presence in his quarters
and in his bed, he had brought him along to �check� on her - A kindness he
would otherwise not have afforded the girl in light of the fact that he found
it difficult to tolerate whining in others.�
Rather than risk her provoking his spite and being further injured, he
would have left her to endure the discomfort alone and returned in the early
hours, by which point she would have been over the worst pain and too exhausted
to communicate much.
The behaviour of
both Rodolphus and the mudblood was very
informative.� It seemed that Hermione
had, disappointingly, allowed herself to be cajoled into making the elder Lestrange brother a promise.�

Thankfully her promise had been contingent upon his will and Lord Voldemort found himself disinclined to permit his
pet to offer up information to his best interrogator - particularly information
known only to the two of them.

Rodolphus had not been surprised at the refusal.� He had not truly expected to be allowed to
remain in her presence alone while she lay immobilised in his Lord�s bed,
suffering, but had asked in order to frighten the girl and oblige her to
remember her promise.�� Satisfied in
having achieved that end, he had returned to the revel without demur.�

Voldemort himself had left shortly after, with the girl trying not to cry, for
fear of disappointing and angering him.�
It was
potentially problematic that Bellatrix had been obliviated,
he conceded.� It had been expedient to
settle the matter so.. but he
had promised Hermione revenge, revenge which would necessitate yet another obliviate upon the already severely unhinged witch, if all
was to continue smoothly among his most faithful servants. ��Bella had already been obliviated
twice over the last fortnight.� It was
unwise to further strain her mind with the rough spell.

He was not certain that it would not be better to kill poor mad desperate Bella for the same reasons as Severus.� She would continue to constitute a threat, if
he allowed her to live.�

On the other hand, she had been among his most loyal from the first war and,
even in her madness, she had proven
useful in the stand-off at the wards of Hogwarts.�

Moreover, he could not be certain how Rodolphus and
his brother would react to the execution of his pureblooded
wife for reasons that were, at core, centred around
convenience and the protection of a mudblood.�
It did seem that his general was weary of the irrational manias of the
witch, who also refused to provide him with an heir; however that did not mean
that he would respond favourably to eliminating her.�
He frowned slightly
and laid the matter aside for further consideration.� He would need to examine Rodolphus�
mind before he determined what would become of Bella.�
A positive then �
Draco had performed more than adequately.�

He had demonstrated the ability to cast all three unforgiveables on
command.� He was evidently capable of
rudimentary seduction, as his memories with Potter showed, and he was equally
capable of sadism, to judge by the state in which Voldemort had found the halfblood witch, in whose blood he was presently
bathing.�
Draco had been
sated and drowsy when he had returned to check upon the boy.� He lay wrapped in a sheet upon the bed, half
sleeping.� The naked witch
was trussed like an animal on the floor, nearly
catatonic, bulbous bound breasts an angry shade of indigo and a massive plug in
her rectum.� A large number of teeth were
strewn around.� They were whole,
indicating that they had been hexed out rather than forcefully extracted.��

He had activated the boy�s mark gently, the tingle causing Draco to startle
awake and cover himself in terror, however he had relaxed somewhat when Voldemort
had praised him and informed him that he would be requiring the witch for
another matter.� When he had levitated and
summoned the girl, Draco had been almost dozing again, struggling to keep his
eyes open.�
It was true that
he was in no way as attractive as Severus had been, nevertheless the sight of
the young sated blonde creature wound in the sheets was far from unpleasant.�

It was a pity that both elder and younger Malfoys
would make an untenable fuss were he actually to summon the boy to his
bed.� In earlier years that might have
provoked him to do so, irrespective how little he might desire the boy �
however in his age he had evidently mellowed.�
Lucius Malfoy was a useful man and the fuss
that fucking his son would cause was simply not worth the anticipated delights
of the young naiveling�s body.� Draco was not at all the type of male he
found himself naturally drawn to.� If
anything Harry Potter was more
appealing in the memories he had observed in Draco�s mind.� Black hair.. piercing eyes.� Were
he not so repulsively foolish.. so
distastefully Gryffindor..
Potter was one
further high point of the evening.�
When the necklace
had activated upon the boy�s panic, Lord Voldemort had been in the grand hall,
observing events, prior to visiting Severus.��
The vista before him at the time had been a convincing depiction of the
torments of the underworld and had soothed his temper wonderfully.� For a moment, he had thought that some
further attack upon the boy was in progress, however it turned out that actual
events were far more perfect.�

Albus, the fool, had obviously imagined that forcing Potter to forget all that
had happened recently might return him to a more malleable state.� All it had done was push the boy into a
position where Voldemort himself might enlighten him as to the true sequence of
recent events.� The contact between them
was more intimate now than it had been before, even in dreams.�

To his satisfaction, it was apparent that Potter now trusted his enemy over the guiding beacon of the
so-called light side.�

Were he to discover a means of bringing the boy out through the wards, Potter
would, with tolerably high probability, be persuaded to come straight to him.�

He would gambol gaily to his death like a lamb to the slaughter...
Distractedly, Lord
Voldemort raised his hand from the bloody water, watching the red beads of
liquid flow down his slender white fingers.��
In his mind�s eye he imagined Harry Potter kneeling before him, begging
to be spared.. swearing oaths
never again to attempt any harm upon his person or his horcruxes.�

He saw the boy weeping and promising not to touch Hermione..
promising to serve in indentured slavery to the Malfoy
family for the rest of his life..agreeing to give up
his magic, prostrating himself in misery upon the floor before him.

It was a pleasing thought.. however
while the boy lived, some spark of that damned prophesy might flare up.�

He would not allow Harry Potter to
stand between himself and immortality.�

Given time and security, he could take
Britain.� He could bend the other nations
to his will and expand his domain over the years and centuries.�

He could learn all the great magic that had been written in the world and
further develop his own.�
And the only
thing standing between him and triumph was one pathetic specimen of a boy.�
As much as it
might appeal, to subjugate and enjoy Harry, it was an unnecessary risk.�� No.�
The boy would die.� As soon as it were possible to reliably see the act to conclusion.
The bath was
growing cool and beginning to leech the warmth back out of his body.� He heated it once more and curled down in it,
pressing shut the slits that served as his nose now and sinking below the crimson
surface.� His hands smoothed the coppery
liquid into the slick skin of his scalp and rubbed it into his face.�� Although it stung, he opened his eyes to the
liquid and blinked them, allowing it to penetrate there also.��
When he rose up
out of the red bath again, he knew, without bothering to glance in the mirror,
that he looked perfectly monstrous.� A creature out of nightmares - alien and dripping with his victim�s
blood.��

He sighed softly.�� It was not the way he
had foreseen his own future.�
Yes, he had
killed unflinchingly, even in his youth.. But he had
never imagined ..this.� ...This
face.. this existence hidden
away from the wizarding world.�

He had always seen himself becoming a Dark Lord much like (although superior
to) Grindelwald - a wizard who even unto the time of
his demise had attended balls, had visited the streets of the lands he had
captured � who was restricted by no being.�

But then, Grindelwald was seen by the world as a man.�
The world at large did not view him in that way.�

The very venoms and potions which preserved his health in this body fashioned
by dark magic, were the same that prevented simple
magic such as glamours and transfigurations from acting
upon his body for any functional length of time.�

He had known that it would be this way.�
It was a resurrection � a better resurrection than the previous attempts
� but, as always, it came at a price.
Rising from the
bath discontentedly, he scourgified the red tint from his white skin and
spelled himself dry.�
When he slipped
back into his bedchamber from the bathroom, he could see that the little mudblood�s eyes were closed and she seemed to be breathing relatively evenly.�

Had she perhaps reached the end of the uncomfortable itching stage and
succeeded in falling asleep?��

He moved to the bed and drew back the covers, pausing for a moment to look upon
the very young body revealed.� ...She was
so small.. so sweetly formed..��
�I�m sorry� the
girl murmured, eyes still closed.
Smirking slightly,
he slid into the bed beside her and drew her warm inert body close before
responding.�

�For what are you apologising?�
�For whining.� Earlier.� I�m sorry.�
She felt
wonderful against his newly sensitive skin and he smoothed his palms down her
curves, with a soft appreciative hum.�

�I did not punish you, did I?� Your..whimpering.. was understandable
to me, Hermione.�� How are you feeling
now?�

He asked, purely in order to appear solicitous, since he could already tell by
the cadence of her breathing and the calmness in her mind that she was almost
recovered.
�Much better� she
confirmed.� �Please..
could you take the spell off?�
He hesitated for
a moment, considering the appeal of taking her in this state.� She was like a living, breathing doll.�� He was not really in the mood for such exertions
at present however.� It had been a long
night.� He dropped the partial petrificus wandlessly and felt the girl�s tight body melt
in his arms as she sighed in relief.�
She remembered to
thank him before she turned, squirming in his arms, till she faced him and
could place her own arm around him.� Upon
doing so, she seemed to startle and pulled even closer, her hand moving over
the surface of his back in a way that felt more exploratory than embracing.

�You feel..different.� she whispered.� �Softer.. warmer.. �Is it a
potion?�
�Mm.� He murmured back, curling around her more
tightly.� �Something like
that.� Go to sleep, Hermione.�
He felt her take
a breath in preparation for further questioning but, showing her intelligence
yet again, she stopped before she could start and instead curled her leg around
his own, her hand resting in the small of his back.� Her breathing became more regular quite
quickly.��

He smiled to himself at how his little pet was learning.�� He had feared that she might lose her
immediate fear of him and develop ideas above her station just as Bella
had.� It seemed however that her slip
while immobilised in pain had been just that � a slip.� One that she recognised as a failure when her
higher thought processes returned.

And he readily conceded to himself that it was pleasant to have her body like a
living heater in bed beside him while he slept.�

When he grew cooler he turned and she continued to cling, warming his back in a
manner that warming charms did not manage to achieve.� He wondered whether any partner would be as successful in that respect.�
He was not growing attached to her.
...mate.. his mind whispered traitorously.�

It was telling that he did not feel on edge when she was present.� He could allow himself to sleep without immobilising
her or otherwise securing himself against attack.� On some level he trusted her not to wish harm
upon him.��
Hermione�s
fingertips stroked his abdomen lightly, although a gentle probe to her mind
told him that she was sound asleep.� He
shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable and placed his own hand on
top of her own, threading his fingers through her much smaller ones.�

Knowing he was smiling faintly, and pleased that no one would ever know exactly
how content he felt in this moment, he allowed himself to finally drift off to
sleep.

The spell sent him crashing against
the wall.� He hadn�t even seen it
coming!�
�What..� Father!!�
he cried, shocked and more than a little afraid.� Lucius Malfoy was
rarely out of control.� At the moment he
was very nearly foaming at the mouth as he dragged Draco up by the collar and
held him against the wall, feet dangling several inches above the ground.�
Less than an hour earlier, Draco
had woken, alone, in a nondescript bedchamber, wrapped in a sheet, his own
emissions crackly on the cotton and flaky on his skin.�

He had felt disorientated at first but his memory had condensed at the sight of
the teeth scattered over the floor.� He
remembered cursing them out when the little bitch had bitten him. The
screeching hufflepuff had spat them out onto the
mattress in horror and he�d grabbed a handful and tossed them absently,
flicking the others off the bed with the side of his hand.�
The memory of the Dark Lord waking
him returned too.�� For a moment he�d
thought..

But it had been ok.� He didn�t know what
he�d have done if it hadn�t been.� It was
a warning to him.� Pleasing the Dark Lord
was a good thing.� Certainly.� Spending more time around the man however was
dangerous.�

He�d gotten up and collected his scattered clothing, dressed and slipped from
the room, disapparating back to the Manor.� It had been while he was walking down the
upstairs corridor toward his bedroom that his father had struck without
warning.
�Where did he take you?� What did he do to you?!� Answer me, Draco!�
Draco sputtered foolishly.� �Nothing..
Nothing!� He did nothing to me.� he.. he..�
Lucius Malfoy
actually growled in fury.� �Draco - I will have the truth!� Did he force you?� Did you.. Did you..offer yourself
to him?!�
�No!� Listen to me.�
He didn�t do anything like that!�
He.. he tested me.. and then he rewarded me!�
I.. I promise, father!�
His father�s narrow, slate-grey
gaze threatened to flay the flesh from his bones.�

A moment later he was dropped however and landed clumsily on his feet.� His hands went automatically to his
collarbone, massaging the bruise his father had left.
�Explain.� Lucius
demanded softly. �How exactly did he
�test� you.. Where were you for the duration of the
evening?�
Draco scowled up at him.� His father still had a good five inches on
him, and quite a few pounds of muscle.�

�I was looking forward to telling you.. He tested me on the unforgiveables with one of the muggles from the revel.�
...I..I managed to cast the Killing Curse.�

He held his breath, hoping that his father would be pleased with him.
Lucius
pursed his lips and seemed to think on this.�
When he spoke his voice was grave.

�That is..a significant achievement.� I am..proud..�
He did not sound proud.� He sounded
disappointed.� Draco felt his stomach
drop.�

He couldn�t have disappointed him in this!�
It had been what his father had wanted of him for the past year.� He�d tested him over and over on the
curse.�
�What�s wrong now?!� Didn�t you want that?!� You�ve been..�� he trailed off, self pity overwhelming the frustration �...I
don�t understand, father!� How am I
supposed to please you?!� Nothing I do is
good enough!�
The older wizard winced.

�Draco.. You do not comprehend the larger
picture.� I am pleased that you have
mastered such a demanding spell..� I wish that I might have shared your success
with you..� But
now that you have proven yourself capable of killing..
he will use you in missions with the other
initiates.� He will have you kill for
him!�

You are too young to see those
things.� And now that you no longer
attend Hogwarts I cannot remove you from the dangers that surround service to him.�

I..worry.. for you, Draco.� You are my only heir.�� With Severus injured, I shall be the only
one watching over your safety... And I am in the ministry all day.� If you spend your days there, the chances of something-�
Draco railed indignantly.� �I can take care of myself!� I don�t need anyone watching over me.� I almost
delivered Potter to the Dark Lord yesterday.�
ME!� Alone!�
You didn�t even know I�d been reporting to him.� He wants me to brew for him! - to take Severus place.�
He�s going to teach me,
father!�� Last night he rewarded me.� He gave me a witch to use as I liked.� I knew her - she was a seventh year student
and I enjoyed-�
�Draco!�

He paused as his father�s voice suggested that it would not be wise to push him
any further.� Unable to stop himself,
however, now that the poison was flowing, he spat his vitriol.
�I�m sick of trying to please you -
You have nothing to say now about
what I do or don�t do.� You�ll see.� I don�t need you anymore!��

Finally satisfied, he turned and stalked down the corridor to his room without
looking back.�
The corridor was still and silent;
his father hadn�t moved.�
Slamming the door behind him he
called for an elf at once and ordered it to pack his things.�

The Dark Lord had said he would no longer be living in the Manor.� No better time to move than now.
He paced furiously while the elf
prepared his bag.�� How dare his father
demand things of him and then reprimand him when he achieved them.� What did he want?!� He insisted upon
seeing everything he did as a failure � even this.� His explanation was insulting.. As if Draco were incapable of
defending himself..

The Dark Lord himself had taken him under his wing.� No death eater would go against their Lord�s
will.
The little elf shrank the single
suitcase to the size of a handbag.�
�Master Draco�
I�s done� it interrupted his angry thoughts.� He glared as it held out the small bag
timidly.
Draco snatched it and gave the ugly
creature a kick for its troubles.�

�Go and make sure that my father is in his study� he ordered it impatiently.
When it returned and confirmed that
Lucius was at his desk drinking, Draco crept out of
the room and down to the apparition point, with a feeling like he was escaping
from a prison.
It did not feel quite like freedom
when he reappeared in the long dark foyer of the dismal shadowy mansion the Dark
Lord was currently occupying.�� The room
was empty and his every step echoed hollowly off the polished granite
floor.�
He realised that he hadn�t the
slightest idea where to go from here.� He
knew neither where Severus potions laboratory was located, nor the position of
the Dark Lord�s study from this room.� It
was seven in the morning and he doubted the Dark Lord would respond well to
being woken in order to give him a room.�
No doubt he�d find himself roomed in the dungeons if he tried it.�
At a loss for anything better to do
he trudged to the closest wall and slid down, stemming his arms on his bent knees
and dropping his head onto them.

His father would be beside himself when he realised that Draco had left without
even a word.�� He would see then that he
should have treated him better.� He
should have appreciated him.
It was so quiet that he could hear
his own heartbeat...
Extremely sorry for himself, he
closed his eyes and tried to ignore the way his mind drifted perversely to the
bane of his existence.� He couldn�t help
but wonder what had become of Potter after the incident in the forbidden
forest.�

Was he locked away somewhere now?� Was he
being tortured?

Draco hoped he was. It would serve him right.��
The amount of torture he had endured over time because of the boy who
refused to croak..�

Potter had been...so lonely, though.� It
bothered him to remember the way he�d looked up at him � hopeful and
vulnerable...�

It was wrong to expose one�s weakness to others � it was a sign of poor
breeding.� Seeing that desperate pleading
on Potter�s face had disgusted him, he told himself.�
...Was Harry perhaps thinking of
him too right now?
Growling in self-disgust, he banged
his head against his arms lightly.� He
had to push the pathetic little fag out of his mind.� He wasn�t under orders anymore.�� He didn�t have to allow the thought of Potter
into his mind. �

It didn�t work and he found himself actually wallowing in his own misery.� Too much had happened over the last
days.� It felt like he had been ripped
out of his world by the roots and tossed into space.� Now he was floating in the void waiting for
the point of greatest gravity to catch him and drag him in.�
In the dim silence, it was hard to
drive the thought of hungry, needy, excited
green eyes from his mind.
It was the eyes, he convinced
himself.� The next time he pleased the Dark
Lord, he�d ask for a green eyed witch.
In his
preoccupation with the desired attributes of the theoretical future-witch (long
dark hair. Athletic body), he didn�t even notice the door open.��

By the time he heard the low voice, it was too late to draw his wand... the man
was already standing over him, his own wand drawn.
�Are you waiting up for me, little
baby Malfoy?...�
Draco felt his blood run cold.� Travers.�
Travers was looming over him with a predatory glint in his eye.� He remembered the muggle boy from the
revel.� The blood.
�Screams and gurgles.�

The tall, powerfully built, dark haired wizard was looking down at him like a
hungry wolf.� Fuck looking � Travers was holding
a wand on him..�
Shit.� Shit shit
shit shit.� Could he get to his own wand?� Could he.. yell or something?

The thought was lunacy �No one would come in answer to a scream
in this place.� There were practically continuously screams.� Any
death eater who was meant to be here would tend to be the reason for the screams rather than their source.
Travers smile seemed to grow in the
face of Draco�s fear. �His short, tousled,
dark-brown curls were almost the same shade as his eyes, Draco�s mind observed
unhelpfully while his fear swelled and threatened to overwhelm him.. �The wizard before
him was among the Dark Lord�s elite � and one of the youngest among them, he couldn�t have been more than thirty, by Draco�s
estimation.� Although he wasn�t sure what
Travers did when he wasn�t here, he was regularly rewarded for successes and
everything that Draco had seen of him suggested that he was brutal,
bloodthirsty, physically powerful and far from stupid.� Travers was one Death Eater that his father
had warned him to stay far away from at
all costs.
�I saw you at the revel last night..� the dangerous wizard informed him with a suggestive
twist to his lips �-Or at least.. you were there at
the start.� I was surprised to see
you.� I know you�re not of age..�

I�ve been noticing you for quite a few years now.� Long before Lucius
first started bringing you here.� Your father
introduced you to me once.� I doubt you
remember.� It was at one of the unofficial
gatherings in the Manor while the Dark Lord was gone.� You were only ten and threw quite a tantrum
at not being allowed to remain with us for the meeting.� I offered to put you to bed...but Lucius didn�t allow it.�
He watched me all the time around you after that.

You�re an object of desire for many
of the Death Eaters, you know; so lovely to look upon and so oblivious, in your
childish arrogance, to the nature of the attention given to you.

..I think you were prettiest when you were thirteen, at that last meeting
before things changed � You were like a little colt trying to find its footing �
a perfect creature just begging to be torn apart .. I�d
have had you then - but unfortunately your father was, as ever, hanging over
you like a hawk and snatched you away before I could even speak with you..��

He made a show of looking around the room with wide eyes and raised brows.�

�I don�t see him here now
though.� Have you slipped the chain,
little Malfoy?� Did you sneak away just
to find me?� ...You were watching me last night..
I could feel it.� I took my time with the
muggle just for your
entertainment.� But when I looked up
again you and the Dark Lord were gone.� I
waited around but you didn�t come back.�
Did he put you to bed
early?�� The man seemed to find this much
more amusing than it seemed to Draco, snickering nastily.�

�Doesn�t matter, I suppose.� You came
back.��
Draco swallowed and started to get
up.�� Travers grinned and offered the
hand that was not holding the wand on him. �

�Oh.. excuse my manners.. Let
me help you...��

Moving swiftly from afraid to terrified, Draco just looked at the large hand offered
and palmed his way back up the wall behind him, avoiding it.�� It was withdrawn with a shrug.
�Don�t be scared, little Malfoy....
little Draco...� The way his name
rolled off the older wizard�s tongue was like a form of aural molestation.� He felt dirty simply hearing it.� It was nothing like the soft, nervous exhilaration
with which Harry had uttered it.

�I know just where we can go.� Travers
reassured him with a nasty leer. �No one will come and disturb us.� I�ll show you all the things i�ve thought about doing
with you.. and to you.. over
the years.� We�ll take our time.� It�ll be hours
before Lucius can convince the Dark Lord to summon
everyone.�
That was true.� Draco could feel the truth of it vibrating in his bones.� His father didn�t even realise he was
gone.� He was drinking.� Ten to one, he would drink more and then fall
asleep in his study.� He often did that
after a revel anyway.� It might take all
day for anyone to notice he was missing.. The Dark
Lord might be busy.. might
not be willing to see him when his father called.�

He was completely and utterly fucked here.�

Oh Merlin.. oh Salazar .. he
was about to learn the true meaning of that term.

He really.. really..did not want to be utterly fucked by Travers.�

Travers was big.. strong.. twisted and absolutely void of all mercy.� This was just about the worst thing that
could possibly have happened.� Probably
on a par with what he�d been afraid the Dark Lord was going to do last
night.� Travers was not someone to take
lightly.� And he wasn�t allowed to do
this so chances were, he�d kill him
when it was over, just to avoid Draco�s father�s and the Dark Lord�s wrath.

Oh fucking nimue on a spike! �What was he supposed to do now?!
He veered away in panic when Travers
moved closer.� The other wizard grinned
and pursued him.
�You can�t get out of this room; there�s
no point running.� I�m not going to hurt
you yet either.� I�ll just take your
wand.� I think we�ll both get along much
better if I have it.�
Draco thought he might actually
have a heart attack at sixteen, the way his heart was beating fit to burst out
of his chest.�
�Look.. you can�t do this..� he started, trying to think of a reason
that would convince the other wizard.�
�Oh I think I can..� Travers interrupted him
gleefully.� �I�ll enjoy it if you fight,
you know.� But you should consider giving
up.� Who knows..
if you�re a good boy, maybe I�ll make it nice for
you.� At least the first time...�
Draco stiffened, galvanised, and
then found his mouth operating almost on auto pilot.� The pleading tone was gone, replaced by the
one he used when educating his fellow Slytherins.

�It�s not in your interests to do
this.. Even if you kill me - he�ll find out.� Either that or my father will and then the Dark
Lord will summon you.. hunt
you down if need be and allow my father to kill you.�

Our Lord needs me right now.. It�s why i�m here.� He was rewarding me last night.� You might do.. whatever you want to do to me.. but
in the end you�ll die for it.�

I swear on my mother�s life � he�ll fucking kill
you if you take me now.�� There are
enough others around for you to fuck � other boys that won�t cost your life!�

Maybe I can�t stop you.. but
I�m telling you honestly what will happen if you-�
He got no further before the larger
man jumped at him without
warning.� He found himself pinned up
against the wall in short order, Travers hot breath in his face.
�You�re a little liar, Malfoy.� A little silver-tongued
blackguard like your father.� The Dark
Lord doesn�t need you.� What in Merlin�s name for?!� You�re a schoolboy..�� He grinned and leaned in, sniffing at Draco�s
cheek.

�You smell of fear and youth and galleons...�
I�m going to make you scream my name��
Draco flinched away as a hot tongue trailed up his jaw and he felt a
hand delve into the pocket in which his wand lay.
�I�m not lying, I swear!� he blurted desperately.� �Snape�s been..hurt..� Yesterday.� He�s gone mad.� You can check.� The Dark Lord needs me to brew for him.� I�m.. I�m the best
brewer at Hogwarts.� Snape�s my.. my godfather.� He�s taught me-�

He yelped as the other wizard�s wand was stabbed hard against his cheekbone.
�I don�t want to hear it, you fucking
little cocktease.�
I�ve waited too long for you.� If
I let you go, I�ll never get another chance like this.�
Draco swallowed the lump in his
throat and choked out �-going to be living here now.� I�ll.. i�ll be here all the time.� I promise I won�t tell � if you just let me
go now..�
The wonder that dawned on the other
wizard�s face was horrible.� He looked at
Draco as if he�d just been presented with a long stemmed rose by him.� �You�ll be here all the time now?� Are you
lying?� You must be lying.. your father would never allow
that..

All the time?..
Where?!�
Wanting to scream � wanting to shut
his stupid mouth � Draco answered truthfully� �My father no longer has any say in
the matter � the Dark Lord decided it.� I
don�t know where i�ll live.� I�m waiting for him to rise and tell me.� It�s the truth.� On my magic.�
Travers face brightened in
delight.� �If that�s so..
maybe we can come to some..other arrangement..�� His wand withdrew slightly and stroked down Draco�s
cheek gently.� �I will have you, pretty little boy, but maybe there�s no call to be hurried about it..
Swear on your magic that you won�t tell anyone of our little conversation this
morning..� Swear
that you�ll allow me access to your room, wherever it might be.� Do it, and I�ll not only let you go for now,
but I�ll make sure no one else
bothers you.� You�ll be mine.. My little pet.� I�ll protect you.�
Draco shook his head, terrified
that refusal was going to doom him again when it was beginning to look like he
might get away.
The older wizard�s face darkened
once more and he pressed Draco harder into the wall, leaning his body against
him.� �Alright..
we�ll do it step by step.� Swear on your magic that you won�t tell a
soul about seeing me this morning�
Draco hesitated, unable to stop
himself from shaking all over.� If he
promised then Travers would be able to do anything
to him now without fear of punishment.�
If he refused to promise, expecting Draco to tell, he�d likely still do what he wanted to him and would
then obliviate him.�
That would be worse.� He could
clearly imagine how it might be to wake up and discover he�d been raped by some
unknown Death Eater.� And then he�d go
through the horror all over again for the first time, the next time Travers
ambushed him out of the blue.
�I..I�ll
promise if you promise not to do
anything to me today� he tried.
The other wizard seemed to think
hard about this.� His dark brown eyes
narrowed upon Draco.

�No.� I�ve got you here..
and i�ve got no reason to
believe what you�ve told me.� I want something from you� he demanded in a
quiet steely voice
�what?� Draco
choked out, his throat dry.
The hand pressed against his chest
slid up to his shoulder and pressed down.�
The implication was enough to have Draco shaking his head frantically.

�No!!� I won�t!� Fuck you, Travers!� I�m not a fucking fag.� I won�t do it!� If you leave now, I swear no one will ever
know about this..
The dark brown eyes narrowed
dangerously and with a quick movement Draco�s legs were swept from beneath
him.� He crumpled and landed hard with a
yelp.� Travers was on top of him
immediately and in seconds he found himself pinned on his back and unable to
extricate himself as the stronger wizard knelt over him with a dark expression.
�S-Stop!� he demanded but it came
out squeaky and panicked.� Travers smiled
nastily.� �I don�t see any advantage for
me in doing that.� Offer me something...� Beg..�
Draco looked up in wide eyed
horror.� Offer what?!� There was nothing that the other wizard
wanted that he was willing to give.

Other than.. perhaps..
�You can touch me..� Is
that enough?� Just touch � nothing more!� He couldn�t help the pleading in his
voice.� In his head he was screaming �please
please please don�t make me do anything else.�
Travers seemed amused.� �Try harder� he spat and shifted his position
till he could bring Draco�s wrists together above his head and hold them in
place with one arm.� A pointed wand fixed
them in place and then Draco cried out, struggling, as he was groped
roughly.�

�If I�m to let you go now without feeling any part of your body tight and hot around
my cock.. I�ll want more than one taste of you, Draco.�
You�ll be mine whenever I want
you.� Swear that you�ll let me into your
rooms whenever I come to you.� �

The other wizard�s hand, which had been feeling his chest and abdomen moved
down further and cupped his cock and sack through his robes, weighing them
slightly. �
It was awful beyond words to be
fondled against his will.� Draco couldn�t
help the protesting cries that flowed from his lips.

�No!� Please.. don�t!� Don�t, Travers!� Let me go!�
Fucking STOP!�
It earned him a ringing slap.

Memories of the mudblood suddenly flew up in his mind.�� While he was still reeling, his robes were
unfastened and opened.� The cold air
tightened his skin.� He gasped as the
other wizard leaned down and licked up the shallow dell between his lean
pectoral muscles.
�You can fight if you want.. but you will make the oath by the time i�m done
with you� Travers growled low. ��

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