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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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�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.

�No.. No.. I won�t..� I�m.. I�m not..�
Draco yelped as he was bitten hard
and struggled with his entire body against the weight of the other wizard over
him.

A low blow to his stomach knocked all the wind out of him and he fought to
breathe, limply enduring the hard sucks and licks as Travers moved down his
body.
It was nothing like Harry and he
was horrified and appalled when his own cock hardened at the approach of the
man�s mouth.� He closed his eyes,
ignoring Travers� delighted little chuckle.

�Seems you�re not as opposed to this as you want to believe you are, little Draco..� Do you want me to
suck it?� Want me to wrap my lips around
it and make you feel..so.. very..
good?�� Make the
oath!� You�ll enjoy being mine.. I�ll protect you.. and perhaps.. perhaps I might not
hurt you as much as I thought to.�
�stop!...�
Draco whined.� �I don�t want it.� I don�t like
wizards.� Let me go!!�
Travers smiled nastily.� It suited him somehow � made him look like a
cross between a faun and the god of war.�
Draco felt his stomach turn � he wasn�t going to get away.� No one was going to come to save him.� Chances were, Travers
was so high in the Dark Lord�s favour that he might not even be punished
severely for doing this if he was caught.
His cock twitched at the unexpected
passage of a fingertip trailing up it slowly, while Traver�s
chocolate brown eyes pinned him, dark amusement swimming in their depths.� Struggling achieved nothing.� Draco growled in frustrated distress.

�Get off!� Stop touching me.� When my father
hears about-�
�Fuck Lucius
Malfoy�� the
older wizard pronounced with satisfaction.�
�You�re mine.� You�ve been mine
since I first laid eyes on you � Neither you nor Lucius can do a damn thing about it now.� Either you swear on your magic to grant me
access to your chambers whenever I wish...or I�ll take us both out of the Dark
Lord�s domain now and fill the hours before your death with all the dark little
things I�ve dreamed of doing to you.�
I�ll bleed you for the years you�ve been hidden from me.� There will be torment...and I mean agony..beyond your spoiled childish
imagining before you finally end..�

Draco gasped and jerked in shock as a large warm hand wrapped itself around his
shaft and stroked lightly once up and down.�
He tried not to move in reaction but his body was beginning to betray
him.
�I.. I
don�t want-�
�What you want isn�t important.
Make the oath before I lose my patience.�
I�ve put off taking my pleasure with you long enough.�� Travers eyes flickered away from Draco�s own
silver gaze to glide down over his exposed body.� The hand gripping Draco�s cock tightened
slightly and moved again, smoothly up and down.�
It felt traitorously arousing.� He
struggled against the need to buck against it.�
In response, the hand withdrew and he watched as the brown haired wizard
spat into his own palm and then reapplied it to its prior occupation.� Now it was even worse.� Or better.�
No.� worse.� He did not want this!

He clenched his eyes and tried to think of something awful � something that
would deflate his straining erection.

The soft laugh above him told him that the older boy knew what he was
doing.�

A moment later he cried out in shock and unwanted pleasure when a hot wet mouth
closed over the head of his cock and suckled gently.�
�..fuck.. fuck... stop..� he choked out tightly.� Finally he fumbled out the word that he had
been taught in earliest childhood by his mother; the word his father abhorred
him using.�

�Please!!...please stop!�

He whimpered and threw his head back when the wizard started to suck him off in
earnest.�

It was irresistible.� Travers was
good.� He was thrusting up against him
almost immediately, groaning.� The other
wizard manipulated him expertly to the brink of climax.

And then drew back.
The combination of the cold air
striking his sensitive wet flesh and the sudden cease of pleasure pulled a yowl
of protest from his lips even as his mazed mind tried
to break through the frustration and excitement to remind him that it was a
good thing that it had stopped.

Draco�s body was not listening.� He very
much wanted the blow job to continue now to his completion.� He demanded as much without thinking and
collected only a soft nasty laugh from the older wizard for it.�
�Make the oath.� I�m not asking much of you, Draco..� simply
that you let me into your chambers when I call on you.� Really � the benefit is overwhelmingly in
your favour.� I will protect you from all
the others... I�ll show you pleasures you�ve not tasted...� If you refuse, I�ll take you anyway and I�ll
show no mercy while I do it.� Then I�ll
take you apart with curses and implements.�
The muggle boy at the revel will be nothing in comparison.� By nightfall you�ll be begging for release
from this world.� And i�ll
grant it.� No one will ever even find
your body.�
Sobering from his arousal, Draco
shivered as the terror crept back in from the edges of his mind, devouring
everything again.
�But it doesn�t have to be that
way� Travers smirked.� �I�d consider
taking my time with you.. easing
you into it � I�d even be...gentle...
the first few times-..� the word was pronounced with a sneer of distaste as the
other wizard stroked his fingertips down the line of Draco�s jaw.�� -if you willingly submitted yourself to my..care.�
Draco tried to think.� It was beginning to seem like agreeing was
the best option and he knew that that wasn�t the case.� He needed to find a way out of this.� There had to be a way to escape.�

He couldn�t think of any though.� He
couldn�t contact anyone, the Dark Lord included, while Travers had his
wand.� He couldn�t even move with his
hands bound to the floor like this.� He
was utterly at the sadistic wizard�s mercy.�
It was appalling.
�I..� he
started uncertainly.� The dark haired
wizard flashed a sharp white smile and gestured for him to continue.
�You�ll let me go now if I do?� he
tried again.�
With a snort Travers shook his
head.�� If you
stop wasting my time and agree now, I will
let you choose whether I�ll have your mouth or your arse now.�
It felt like someone had kicked him
in the stomach hard.� He wasn�t going to
get away.� Travers was going to fucking
force him.� There wasn�t really any
choice at all � if he refused, it�d be worse and then he�d be killed.�
�Damn you� he muttered
despairingly.� �I..
I�ll..� my
mouth, alright?� Not-..�� he trailed off.� It was still possible that he might find some
way to stop Travers before he could come to whatever room the Dark Lord
assigned Draco and assault him. �But you can finish sucking me off first then!�
This received another darkly amused
laugh.
�I will.� For a price.�
Draco swallowed.� He didn�t even need to ask.� Whatever it was � he wouldn�t like it.� �What bloody more do you want?!�
The answer was as surprising as it
was disturbing.
�Nothing painful.� A kiss � freely given, not
taken by force.�
He shook his head.� He couldn�t � wouldn�t do that.� He didn�t
want to do the..other
thing that Travers was going to make him do.�
Kissing the bastard would make it all a thousand times worse.�

�Forget it.� I�ve changed my mind.� I don�t want your mouth anywhere near me
again.� Let�s just get this over with.�
A raised eyebrow and half smirk

�No.� This won�t be rushed.� I want to enjoy it.� Swear now.�
On your magic � that you won�t reveal anything that happened this
morning from the moment you saw me to the moment that I leave, and that you�ll
let me into your chambers whenever I call on you.�
Seeing no way around it, he made
the oath and felt the sharp tingle as the magic caught his words and made the
promise binding.� In the next moment, Travers
had risen nimbly to his feet and Draco found himself freed and hauled to his
feet by his throat, only to be thrown down onto his knees at once.� The angle forced him to look up the length of
the other wizard�s body into his smirking face.�
�I don�t think I really need to
explain exactly what I�ll do to you if you bite me...� Travers stated with a
smirk even as he parted his robes and began to unbutton his trousers.

What would Travers do if he bit
him?!� Curse him?� Curse his teeth out maybe?� He didn�t think so, somehow.� No.. more likely he�d revert to his original plan to take Draco�s
arse.�

There was no way that was happening!!

Draco swayed on his knees queasily, suddenly painfully aware of facing Potter
in the reverse of this position only days ago.�

He really didn�t want to do this.� Being
forced to do it with Travers was somehow even worse than it might have been if
he�d ended up having to do it to Potter at some point.
Fuck...� He cursed at the sight of the organ the older
wizard retrieved from his trousers.� Of
course he would have to be big
too.�

The coffee-eyed man above him stroked himself lazily, obviously enjoying the
repulsion and trepidation on the younger wizard�s face.� He was already hard and the head of his cock
was dark red with eagerness.� A pearly
white droplet hung poised at the slit.��
It was at Draco�s eye level.�
Travers tilted the meaty weapon
down toward Draco�s lips, provoking an uncomfortable sickened gulp and
panicking darting eyes.
�Open...��
When no compliance was forthcoming,
the brown haired wizard�s hand snaked out quickly and buried itself in the hair
at the back of Draco�s head, gripping painfully and holding him in place as the
cock was forced against his tightly closed lips.� Draco grimaced and closed his eyes.
�And there I thought you were
finally being reasonable.� Open your
fucking mouth, Draco!�
There was a faint crack.� Suddenly, with a soft sizzle, the hand
gripping his hair was torn away.� A meaty
thud resounded a half second later.� Draco
tore his eyes open to find � joy of joys!! - his
uncle�s younger brother Rabastan standing in the open
doorway, his wand was raised and there was an expression of shocked fury on his
face.�

He and Rabastan had never had much to do with one
another.� The wizard was probably in his
early thirties, he looked little older than Travers himself.� In contrast to Draco�s uncle Rodolphus� appearance, Rabastan
had lighter, chestnut brown, messy shoulder length hair and his blue eyes were
a paler shade.� He was more heavily
muscled than his older brother, his build squarer.�

Draco�s few impressions of Rabastan prior to the
revel, in which he�d observed the two Lestrange
brothers sharing a muggle who faintly resembled Granger, were of a restless
wizard who continually fiddled with the wicked knives he kept in sheaths on
either side of his belt.� Rabastan tended to be quiet and gave the impression of
disinterest and inattention.� Draco had
exchanged less than a dozen words with him over the course of his entire life �
admittedly this was probably largely due to the fact that for the majority of
the time the wizard had been, along with his uncle and aunt, locked away in
Azkaban.�

He had learned from his father, who had been drinking and somewhat melancholic
that evening, that Rabastan had � before his
incarceration � been a bright, funny youth � full of bawdy jokes and
cheek.� His father had liked him very
much.�� He�d said, sadly, that afterward,
Rabastan had seemed a mere shadow of himself,
trailing after his older brother and only stirring to liveliness when engaged
in violence.

Rabastan seemed quite lively right now in fact.� His blue eyes were glowing with something
unreadable � more than anger, it resembled almost indignation.
He turned his head just in time to
see Travers climbing lithely back onto his feet from where he had landed after
the other wizard�s curse had thrown him against the far wall.� His wand was levelled steadily on the
interloper.
�Stand down Rab
� Your assistance is not needed or wanted.�
Draco and I have come to an understanding.� He agreed
to the act you interrupted.� Back off or
I will-�
Draco didn�t find out what Travers
would- because Rabastan threw a curse and then Draco
was suddenly in the middle-ground of an all-out duel between the two
wizards.�� He threw himself flat on the
floor and covered his head, hoping to avoid being hit.�
�You think I believe that bullshit Benji?!�� Rabastan snarled
between curses.� �Find another boy.� Draco�s not for you.�

This only seemed to provoke Travers even more.�
He threw a number of vicious dark curses in quick succession, one of
them actually managing to hit Rabastan.� He himself had repelled, countered and danced
out of the way of everything fired at him.�
It was clear to Draco, watching them both, that Travers was a far better
dueller than Rabastan.�

The wizard in question was now clutching his abdomen with one arm and trying to
hold his own against a merciless onslaught.�
Draco was beginning to believe that his father might have been right
about the �dangers� he could be in here.�
Rabastan was not weak or unskilled.� Draco certainly couldn�t beat him on a good
day.� There was no way that he himself
would have stood a chance against Travers even in a fair duel.

And he�d promised to let the wizard into his chambers whenever he came calling.

Fuck.
�Leave, or I�ll summon him!� Rabastan finally threatened in desperation.
Travers bared his teeth in a
snarl.� �You�d do that to me?!�
It�s just a fucking blowjob.� Brat
agreed to it!� You�d make an enemy of me
for a spoiled little cocktease you barely know?!�
The younger Lestrange
seemed to deliberate on the question for a long minute.�

�He�s family� came
the eventual answer. �Don�t force me to go that far.� Just walk away and no one has to find out
about this.� Draco won�t squeal and we�ll
all just pretend it never happened.� The Dark Lord doesn�t have to know.�
Travers eyes narrowed hatefully and
then his gaze shifted to Draco, cowering on the floor, his robes draped loose
over him.

�A smug little half smirk twisted the
corner of his lips abruptly.
�Fine.� You win Rab.� We�ll all pretend it never happened.� You won�t tell anyone.. agreed?�
A hesitant nod was given.�
Travers smirk widened and he looked
back to Draco and offered him a slight nod.�
�Alright then.�
But be sure you don�t forget, little Malfoy..�

With a soft crack he was gone.
Draco felt like his innards had
been replaced with ice.�� He turned back
to find that Rabastan had subsided onto one knee and
was having trouble breathing.

With difficulty he dragged himself up on numb limbs and crawled across the
floor to his saviour�s side, uncaring how it might look with his robes open as
they were.
�What the fuck are you doing here, Draco?!� Rabastan
hissed breathlessly. �No.. nevermind.. Need Dolph..� get..
get help.� I
don�t know this curse..�
Get Rodolphus?� Draco realised with panic that Travers still
had his wand.� He couldn�t apparate.
Rabastan
collapsed then, slumping and falling down onto his side.� Draco took the opportunity to grab the
wizard�s wand from his limp hand.� It didn�t
respond well � it felt like trying to push his magic through a jar of treacle,
but he succeeded in apparating them both back to Malfoy manor.� A house elf was sent to fetch Rodolphus urgently.
The wizard himself apparated in
through the open apparition point mere moments later, his wand drawn, looking
alert and wary.�� When he saw a
disordered near-naked Draco kneeling next to his brother Rabastan,
who was lying prone on the floor, he flew to his side, throwing frantic
questions.�

Draco gaped and sputtered helplessly, finding himself literally incapable of
revealing anything more about the situation than that he had been at the Dark
Lords manor and had apparated Rabastan back to Malfoy
manor when he was injured.� Thankfully -
after a couple of minutes of Rodolphus trying countercurse after countercurse, Rabastan�s body relaxed slightly, the tight pinched
expression fading from his unconscious face.�

Draco�s uncle relaxed too, visibly relieved.�
He stroked his younger brother�s hair in a way that seemed both
affectionate and protective.�� The peace
lasted only moments before he seemed to remember what exactly Draco had told
him and rounded on him, glaring and demanding further explanation for why he
had been at the Dark Lord�s manor and what in Hades had happened to Rabastan.
�I.. The Dark
Lord said that I�
�I know that he wants you to brew
now that Snape is round the twist � What the hell happened and what the fuck were you doing there at this hour of the morning?!� Where was Lucius?!� I knew you were a fool, Draco but I thought
you would have some sense of self
preservation.� Who was it?!� What did they do?!�
Draco sputtered and stilled, his
eyes glancing away resentfully.
�Elf!� Rodolphus demanded imperiously.� A small cowed house elf popped into the room
and shuffled its feet nervously.

�Where is Lucius?� the wizard demanded of it.�

The elf seemed to become even more frightened and started to shake, wringing
its hands.
�Master is being in-in-dips-sposed� it recited as if it had been told to respond in
that manner.� Draco was quite sure it
had.� His father would hardly allow the
elves to reveal that he was busy pickling himself or already passed out drunk
in his chair.
�Get-�
�NO!!� Draco interjected
desperately.� �Uncle � please!�
Don�t get him.� He.. he doesn�t know I left.� We had a..disagreement
when I came home this morning and I.. It seemed like a good idea to go back to
the Dark Lord�s manor and wait for our Lord to direct me to wherever he wants
me to stay.�
�Draco � your father needs to know
what has occurred.� If you will not
reveal it to me, you will tell him.�
�I can�t!� Draco spat miserably.
��Don�t you understand?!� I can�t!� I�ll be a squib if you let him force me to
tell him.�
Rodolphus
actually paled.� He dismissed the elf
without hesitation and cast a muffling spell around them all.

�You gave an oath?� Are you mad?!�
This is far worse than I had thought.�
Something else happened?�� He
glanced down at Rabastan indecisively, seemingly
considering waking him, and then huffed in frustration and cast a diagnostic
spell on Draco instead.� It revealed no
damage.� His uncle calmed slightly at the
information that he had not been raped.�

�Was the oath solely not to speak of
the events of the morning?� he asked then suspiciously.� �Draco
could not answer but he managed to convey the truth in his despairing
expression even so.� Rodolphus
cursed vehemently.
�Enervate� he muttered reluctantly,
his wand aimed at the prone form of his brother.�
Rabastan
jolted and then his eyes flicked open.�
He looked instantly wary and alarmed.�
Draco wondered how often he had been beaten or tortured and then
enervated back to awareness.�

�Ro�� he mumbled, relieved and reached a hand for his brother.� It was taken and grasped warmly by Rodolphus.�
�I wouldn�t have used the spell,
brother, but it seems Lucius� whelp can�t speak about
what happened this morning before you were cursed.� I need to know and couldn�t wait for you to
recover.
Draco could see the memory flicker back into the blonde wizard�s awareness as
the man grimaced.� He kept his eyes
downturned from his brother�s face.�

�Can�t tell you, Ro� � agreed not to tell anyone about it.� It was the only way.� I think he would have killed me.� Could see he was thinking about it.� Had to get rid of him
somehow.� I didn�t know the curse
and if I�d gone down � no one knew I was there and he�d have taken Draco.�
Rodolphus
clasped his brother�s hand tighter and brushed the hand that held his wand over
the younger wizard�s hair.� He was
visibly affected by the information that his brother might have been killed.
�Who was it?� he demanded
urgently.� Rabastan
shook his head, looking away.�

Frustrated and furious, he tried again.�
�At least tell me what else the boy swore!�
This jolted Rabastan
and the light blue eyes flicked in shock toward Draco.� �You made an oath before I got there?!�
Draco shifted on the floor
uncomfortably and couldn�t answer directly.�
�I�ve no idea, Ro� Rabastan answered.�
�When I arrived he was on his knees refusing to open his mouth.�
Rodolphus
glanced at Draco with a troubled expression and nodded.� �I�d thought it would be something along
those lines.� And it was someone who was
able to overpower you.. which narrows down the
suspects.�
�Don�t try to find out� Rabastan urged emphatically.� �He�ll think I told you.�� And it doesn�t matter anyway.� We�ll just have to make sure that Draco isn�t
alone the next time he visits any of the open areas in the Dark Lord�s
domain.� Shouldn�t be
that hard.�� The blonde�s brow
furrowed and he looked at Draco, perturbed � �What were you doing there this
morning anyway?!�
Draco growled and folded his arms
defensively but his response was cut off by Rodolphus.�
�It�s not so easy Rab � The Dark Lord has decided that Draco will reside in
the Manor with the others from now on.� Snape
was ...injured... yesterday and Draco will be taking his place for a
while.�� He�ll be in the Dark Lord�s
domain all the time now.��
It was with a weary expectation
that he asked Draco whether he�d revealed this information to his
attacker.� Draco�s aversive silence and
further deepening misery only confirmed what his uncle had suspected.
Rabastan
was more affected by the news.� His eyes
widened and he tried to sit up, before Rodolphus
pressed a hand to his shoulder and held him down.

�No.� Don�t move.� I won�t have you worsening the injuries you
already have.� Draco has brought this
upon himself with his own foolishness.�

Draco�s eyes widened.� His uncle was
going to leave him to Travers?!�

The younger Lestrange frowned too and opened his
mouth to protest.�
Rodolphus
drew a deep breath and released it in an infuriated huff.� �-But
I will find a way to ensure he is protected, since it obviously bothers you to
think of him paying for his own actions.�
Calm down now Rab.�
Both Draco and Rabastan
calmed somewhat.� �You better, Ro.� He�s family..� We don�t have much
of that left.� Gotta protect family.�

Rodolphus nodded vaguely and brought his wand gently
to his brother�s temple.� �I�ll do what I
can.� You have to sleep now,
brother.� When you wake, you�ll be fit
again and we�ll talk more about this.�
Rabastan
looked worried and gripped his brother�s hand more tightly but nodded
grudgingly.�� Rodolphus�
expression softened into something approaching regret before he whispered a somnus.
When the blonde was resting
peacefully again Rodolphus rounded on him.� �My brother is worth ten of you, boy.� You expect me to risk him to protect you? � and I suppose you also want me to keep the fact from the Dark
Lord and your father?!� It would be
easier if you accepted whatever you have agreed to and grew up.� Why should I put my own and Rabastan�s skin on the line for you?!� You are the reason
that Snape is destroyed � though he was always a traitorous dog, so it�s little
real loss � You are the reason that that thrice damned mudblood is here
polluting us all � polluting our Lord -
with her taint.� And you are responsible for whatever trouble you�ve gotten yourself
into this morning.�

However.. my brother will be ...upset... if I don�t help you � so i�ll give you a choice.�
You can remain in your father�s manor and face the Dark Lord when he
summons you.�� You can be escorted
immediately to the Dark Lord and have him allocate you a room.� Or � and it is much against my better judgement to offer this � you can return to our quarters with us and remain there
for the present.
�Yes!� Draco responded immediately,
without even needing to think about it.�
�Please!� Please, Uncle!� I regret leaving here alone this morning.� I.. I was not
thinking straight.� I was angry.� Help me!�
Rodolphus
glared coldly, his lips pressed to a thin white line.�

�Wait here.� I will return for you after
I have put Rabastan to bed and spoken with the Dark
Lord.� You might consider what your
father will think when he learns you are living in our quarters.� He will of course find out � there�s no way
to prevent that.��

With a rueful glare, his uncle disapparated
with the unconscious form of Rabastan, leaving Draco alone on the floor in the
middle of the foyer of his father�s manor.
The tea was too sweet and his
morning newspapers had not been brought to him.�
Lord Voldemort scowled blackly at
the half grapefruit which he had intended to have for breakfast but now found
he had no appetite for.� It was proving
to be an infuriating day already and he had no doubt that it would worsen
before the day was over.� There was an
ominous heavy feeling to the air.
When he had awoken and had turned
to Hermione, feeling warm, surprisingly content and seeking to slake his lust
before he rose, she had quite effectively deflated his arousal by persistently
pleading to hear about Severus until he had finally, in exasperation, told her
that the man was unhinged and would likely need to be destroyed.� Her horrified shock had irritated him further
and he�d cruelly informed her of the test he�d submitted the potions master to
the previous night and what exactly had remained of the polyjuiced
muggle he�d left alone with the man.�

Then she had cried and he had experienced an unfamiliar nauseous feeling in his
stomach.
It wasn�t guilt, obviously.� He was
merely sickened by her weakness.� That
was all.��
He had risen, showered and dressed,
ignoring Hermione�s despondent expression and deafening silence, and had left
his chambers to take breakfast with his death eaters in the dining room.�

It was not something he made a habit of � generally he preferred to have his
mornings to himself, but this morning the busy chatter and noise was preferable
to remaining in his own quarters with the girl.
Of course, he was finding that
being here was rubbing across already exposed nerves.� Some of his servants had unspeakable manners
when dining and Avery�s braying laugh at Rowle�s unamusing anecdote was making his fingers itch to curse the
man.� The Lestrange
brothers were absent, he observed with faint interest.� Bella was sitting in Rodolphus
seat at his immediate right while the two seats next to her remained empty �
none of the others possessing the temerity to attempt to take the places in
case the brothers were to arrive after all.�
His roving narrowed eyes drifted
over his servants contemptuously.. and
then drifted back quickly to land on Travers.�
The cold brown eyes of the young
man were fixed on his own, the wizard�s incisive intelligence swirling
unmistakeably in their depths.� Travers �
young Travers, who showed so much promise and who seemed to succeed in every
endeavour that he was tasked � was scrutinising him.

While such awareness was commendable under normal circumstances, it was
unwelcome at present and bordering on impudence when applied to him.�
Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes in challenge and though the young
wizard lowered his gaze submissively, it rose again soon after in undiminished
curiosity.��

Travers was both ambitious and resourceful.�
Such open appraisal from him required further consideration and
monitoring.� What was his current
motive?�� He was distracted with his
thoughts on the matter and thus did not immediately register when Bellatrix
spoke to him.
It was likely a mix of shock and
fascination at the ill-advised move on Bella�s part that silenced the rest and
drew every death eater�s attention to the interaction playing out at the head
of the table.� He was certain that most
of them were anticipating breakfast entertainment in the form of the witch�s
writhing screaming body on the floor at his feet when he cursed her.
He could hardly respond to the
effect that he had no idea what she had said.�
He blinked slowly, pinning her with a frosty gaze.� She twitched in nervous apprehension and
squirmed on her chair.
�We will speak later, Bella� he
told her dismissively.�
Most of the table seemed to subside
in disappointment.� Travers, however, he
noted, looked slightly amused.� He was
almost certain that he did not imagine the opportunistic glow that lit the
young wizard�s eyes momentarily.
Having had enough, he was rising
from the table when he was stirred by two very different calls.��

The faint awareness of his servant�s mark was informing him that Rodolphus was requesting an immediate audience with
him.� Meanwhile he could feel a strange
unfamiliar sensation which he dimly identified as the naive fumbling attempts
of Harry Potter to attract his attention in order to communicate with him.

He swept a last glance over the dining table just in time to register the empty
seat where Travers had been.�� The wizard
was at his side and looking up at him with an intense expression made of equal
parts devotion and wary respect.� It
reminded him, very slightly, of a snake charmer.�

It was of course entirely false � manufactured for the purpose of enlisting his
immediate attention, nevertheless he found himself somewhat curious.� What did the rising star among his death
eaters desire this morning?�
Wordlessly he gave a slight nod of
acquiescence, allowing the young man to accompany him as he walked back to his
chambers.� In the back of his mind the
tug of Potter became slightly more pressing and he had the faint impression of
aggravation from the boy.�
�Do not waste my time, Benjamin �
what is it you seek?� Lord Voldemort cut to the chase, the moment they had
passed the door to the corridor.� He
savoured the almost entirely suppressed grimace of the young wizard at hearing
the name that he loathed being called by.�
Voldemort understood the sentiment well.�
Benjamin � or Benji,
as some of the stronger death eaters liked to taunt him � was a rather common
name; extensively used in the muggle world; it was a name that did not easily
inspire fear and respect.�

Much like Tom.
The youth, who had won his position
through intelligence, skill and sheer ruthlessness, hesitated, his lips parted
slightly, as if considering exactly how to phrase himself.
�I have recently heard a rumour
that my Lord�s potions master is...indefinitely indisposed.� I was wondering if you might confirm that, my
Lord...�
Voldemort frowned.�

Where had Travers had the opportunity to learn of that?!� There were very few
who knew of it � The Malfoys, Lestranges
and the mudblood.� Hermione had been
locked away since the forbidden forest.�
He speculated on which of the Malfoys and Lestranges might have been foolish enough to allow their
mouths to run away with them.� Draco had
left for his father�s manor, only returning for the revel and he had been in
clear view up until the moment that Lord Voldemort himself had collected and
apparated him elsewhere.� He had had no
opportunity to speak with others.�

Was Lucius foolish enough to share his worries with
others..?

No.� No.. Lucius was too fond of Severus to risk allowing any other
death eater to learn that he might be presently weakened and vulnerable to
attack � and were he to speak, he would never share the information with Travers.� The mutual animosity between Lucius and Benjamin was not lost on Lord Voldemort, though
it had never particularly interested him exactly how the antipathy between the
two had first begun.�
The Lestranges then.�

Bella seemed the most likely of the three.�
Rodolphus was too disciplined to accidentally
share information and too loyal to reveal what he had been ordered to hold
secret.�� Rabastan
could be impetuous at times but he had been rather silent and withdrawn for the
most part since his freedom from Azkaban.�

No.. Bella was probably to blame.� He scowled.�
It was one more branch on the witch�s funeral pyre.� Now, however, he appreciated that Rodolphus was requesting an audience � he could use the
time to feel out the man�s probable reaction to becoming a widower.
�Why would Severus� present
occupation be of concern to you, Benjamin?� Voldemort wondered neutrally.
The cold brown eyes sparked
brightly, reading a suggestion of confirmation in his Lord�s oblique avoidance
of the question.� His voice flowed softly
and more smoothly now � like oiled silk. �I ask, my Lord, merely because I
myself achieved an O in my Potions NEWT from Professor Snape not so very many
years ago � You may or may not be aware that he offered me an apprenticeship at
the time.� I declined, choosing to apply
myself officially in other fields, as you know � however I did continue my own independent studies in the subject.� I may not be a potions master � and I will
likely never possess the talent of my former teacher � however, upon hearing
the rumours, I wanted to offer any assistance to you that I am capable of
providing, should you need someone to brew for you in his absence, until a
stronger replacement can be found.�
Lord Voldemort slowed his pace
slightly without being aware of it.� He
had not known that Benjamin Travers
possessed any particular skill in Potions.�
The boy had attended Hogwarts during the period in which he himself had
been disembodied and possessing serpents in order to retain a semblance of
sanity.� It was obviously not something
significant enough for Severus to mention over the time since the
resurrection.�

Yes..� Benjamin
was highly capable in every area to which he applied himself.� The boy reminded him of his own younger self
in some ways.� The hunger.. the driving ambition..� that quick mind
dancing behind the mask.� He would almost
certainly be more immediately useful than Draco would be.�� While young Malfoy was skilled in Potions �
he was still very young.� He had learnt
little thus far - had not even completed his NEWT levels in the subject.� He would be capable of brewing the basic
staple potions needed � or most of them at least � but he would struggle on the
more advanced requirements that were put upon Severus.�
Those might be taken up by Travers,
perhaps.
On the other hand � if he enlisted
his �rising star� to brew for him, he would lose the youth as an emissary,
negotiator and enforcer.� He had thought
to send Travers to the Americas in Dolohov�s stead
after the latter�s recent arrest and subsequent rescue.�

Travers was useful.� To assign him such a
role would be a waste of his talents.� It
would be easier to find another halfway acceptable potions master than to find
someone capable of navigating the treacherous waters of diplomatic coercion.
That was however NOT the most
important issue.� No � the true question
was not whether or not to use Travers
to brew, but why the wizard had
offered.� It was not a particularly
prestigious position � although it could allow, on occasion, the opportunity to
brew potions which Voldemort himself might consume, therefore - if the youth
hoped to dispatch his master, it might be a desirable role.�

Other than that � it involved long, thankless hours, unpleasant menial tasks
and little excitement.�

These were not attributes that an ambitious young death eater would gravitate
toward.�
�I will consider your suitability,
should I require assistance in that area� he replied thoughtfully.� �At present I wish you to apply yourself to
correcting Antonin�s recent failure.� Speak with him and gather all the pertinent
details.� I will expect you to depart by
this evening and return in time for the next meeting.�
The flash of frustrated annoyance
that passed over the brown haired wizard�s face was very telling.� Lord Voldemort filed away the information
that, for unknown reason, young Travers very much desired to brew for him.�
Although the expression vanished in a split second and an eager and
appreciative acceptance was offered in its stead, the Dark Lord was
disquieted.�

If any were to be disloyal or to seek to supplant him, he would have preferred
it not be Travers.
�I will make preparations to leave,
my Lord� The younger wizard said quietly.�
�If the problem with Snape remains when I return, perhaps you might-�
It was foolish of the young man to
continue on the matter, the Dark Lord criticised inwardly.� If he had had any lingering temptation to
make use of Traver�s brewing abilities, it was fading
rapidly.
�Perhaps.� he snapped, cutting him
off, his expression irritated.� �You are
beginning to try my patience, Benjamin.�
What exactly has motivated
this sudden shift in your interests?!�
Speak plainly.�

He could see that Travers himself had realised his error too now and was
preparing to backpedal.
�It is no sudden shift, my Lord.� I have always had an interest in-�
He did not expect Lord Voldemort to
stop suddenly and loom over him, bearing him back hard against the wall of the
corridor and fixing him in place.�

The young wizard had exceptional occlumentic
walls.� Not as comprehensive as those of
the man whose shoes he seemed to be asking to fill, but formidable all the
same.� Lord Voldemort employed all force
and skill in the attempt to shatter them and expose the true nature of his
servant�s desire.
�My Lord!� Travers choked out in panic at the sudden assault on his
mind.� �...How..
have I..angered...you?!!�
�What are you hiding, Benjamin?� Lord
Voldemort hissed into the younger man�s face.�
�Open your mind to me!� Show me
your true desires!�

He pushed harder, increasing his pressure on the wizard�s mind, looking for
chinks in the armour.��
�No!� The tight, breathless protest
sounded pained.� When Travers attempted
to avert his eyes, a hastily hissed parselspell fixed
them in place effectively.��

Lord Voldemort watched as two translucent tears tracked in parallel down his
young servant�s face.� It surprised him
on some level.� He had never seen Benjamin
Travers display any visible sign of
weakness.� Not even under physical
discipline.

Pressing still more ruthlessly against the weakening occlumentic
walls he caught a flicker of an image.�
It was a mere echo of a memory.. a faint filament of an
idea.�

Blonde hair.� A
small pointed elfin face with large grey eyes.�

Unmistakeably Draco Malfoy, although a much younger
version than the present one with which he was acquainted.�

The thought fragment was tinged with desire and impatient avarice.
Ah.
That
would account for why an ambitious, ruthless young wizard might attempt to
ingratiate himself into a position that he would find tedious.
It was possible that the thought was merely a cover for true treasonous
intent however.�

He had to know now.� He could not allow a
potential threat to persist.
�Is it young Malfoy?� Is that the reason?� Lord Voldemort asked
softly, not relenting in his legilimentic
assault.� �He is an attractive boy, I concede.�
I would not fault your lust for him.�
Open your mind and show me the truth.�
I must see what you are attempting to hide from me.�
Slender brown eyebrows twitched and
the younger wizard�s brow furrowed in visible indecision, his wide unblinking
eyes watery and growing bloodshot.�

�Yes..� Travers whispered with difficulty.� �..Draco..� ...I.. I..must have
him...�
�Show me..�
the Dark Lord soothed, a dark smile twisting the corners of his lips at the raw
need in his servant�s voice.
�I..� I... won�t..� Travers gritted out with
a steely edged determination again.
�You WILL!�

Losing his temper, Lord Voldemort employed the full force of his magic to
violently crush the shields around the younger wizard�s mind and gain
access.�� He ignored the agonized screams
and delved ruthlessly, carding through memories impatiently, looking for the
indicators of deceit.� More and more
impatiently he searched, finding nothing � nothing of note.� Benjamin Travers was completely loyal.. the young man was fascinated
with him, and had made a few questionable observations � most recently that of
this morning, namely that his Lord was bored and disgusted with many of his
followers, particularly Bellatrix.�
However rather than troubling young Travers, the realisation had served
to flatter his ego that he and the Dark Lord were similar, since he himself was
often repulsed or infuriated by his fellow Death Eaters.�

Frustrated at finding nothing and concerned at why his servant might have been
so insistent upon shielding his mind, Lord Voldemort broadened his search,
drawing away from those thoughts and memories most directly connected with himself.� He perused
the younger wizard�s recent memories, where he, soon enough, found the
epicentre of the man�s concern.�

Travers had, it seemed, told the truth when he admitted that he desired the
role of potions master purely in order to have young Malfoy.��

The Dark Lord watched with mild interest as the events of the morning unfolded,
culminating in Draco�s oath, his refusal to perform fellatio and then the
interruption and swift incapacitation of the younger Lestrange
brother.�
That explained Rodolphus�
urgent request for a meeting, he noted.�
Obviously Rabastan Lestrange
still lived � he could still sense the faint awareness of his mark.�

Still.. it was useful to know
what to expect when his most favoured servant came calling.� From the events shown in the memory, it was
probable that Rodolphus would not know who to blame
for his brother�s injury.� Rabastan was a murderer, torturer and rapist but he did
respect agreements highly � as did most purebloods.� He would not have revealed to his brother
what he had agreed to conceal.
Out of interest - though he could
feel Travers� strength fading; the wizard would slip away into unconsciousness
soon � he dug around in the young man�s mind more deeply, pulling out the core
of the animosity with Lucius.��

Unsurprisingly it revolved around Draco.�
Lord Voldemort watched the twenty two year old Benjamin Travers, in the
company of his father; one of Lucius� associates � a
supporter of the dark, though not a marked death eater � attending a gathering
at Malfoy Manor.� A tiny blonde boy,
slender and elfin in form, with enormous silvery grey eyes, stood beside a
younger Lucius, looking up at him with unmistakeable
worship.� Draco could not have been more
than nine, Lord Voldemort considered.�

Lucius ignored his son entirely throughout his own
conversation and it was only when the boy tentatively tried to join in the
discussion, seeking his father�s attention and approval, that
the blonde wizard turned in mild irritation and ordered him upstairs to
bed.�

Draco was clearly hurt and embarrassed and it was likely the underlying
motivation for the inappropriate argument he proceeded to have over going to
bed.�
Within the
memory, the mix of emotions that the observing Benjamin Travers felt were heady.� Lord Voldemort could sense Benjamin�s understanding of the plight of the ignored and dismissed
boy as well as his jealousy and contempt for Draco�s status within his family.� Even if Lucius had
responded harshly; the boy had been permitted to stand beside him and listen.. had been allowed to attend the
soiree.� Benjamin himself had been packed
off with nannies and minders for most of his childhood.� He had barely seen his own parents.� He would have given anything to have had the
opportunity to stand beside his own father, Algernon, and listen quietly while
he spoke with colleagues.��

Finally, intoxicatingly.. curling
and winding through the other reactions was a thick fog of guilty, avaricious
desire.� The hunger to possess the boy -
to fill the loveless void in Draco�s childhood with his own affection and
attention; to touch the silky perfect skin, taste the lips that no other had
yet tasted, the tiny untutored tongue, the small organ - introducing the boy to
physical pleasure; to force him, tear him, ruin
him for daring to have what Benjamin himself never had;� He desired to hear the soft piteous
cries of pain and despair as he stole Draco�s innocence away forever.��

It was detectable that this was not the first such attraction that the young Travers
had experienced toward underage wizards...toward children.. � there
was a faint tinge of guilt and uncertainty but no sense of surprise.�� Lord Voldemort watched as Benjamin, led by
his own unhealthy mores, drifted closer to the conflict between father and son
and offered in an unconvincingly light tone to put Draco to bed, if Lucius would like.

He was rebuffed with curt politeness bordering on accusation.�� Draco was sent to bed immediately with a
house elf, while Benjamin looked on with disappointed frustration, still seeing
before his mind�s eye the wide silvery eyes and pouty lips of the little white
haired boy and vowing that he would have him at the first opportunity.
Having comprehended the situation
sufficiently, the Dark Lord retreated from the mind of his servant.

Travers was visibly damaged by the assault, it seemed; his dark brown eyes wide
and blankly staring; his slender, high-boned cheeks hollow and tearstained.� He was taking slow shallow breaths and the
only thing holding him up was the grip of his master�s magic.�
With a soft tsk
of irritation, Lord Voldemort summoned a house elf to convey Travers to his
room and fetch the healer.�� Lacking Severus,
the potions that might have restored Travers quickly and efficiently were
unavailable and it was not certain that Draco would be capable of brewing them
to the necessary standard.�� Moreover �
if the youngest Malfoy were to know for whom he was brewing, it was entirely
possible that he just might slip up intentionally and substitute a lethal
ingredient.�

After everything, knowing that Benjamin Travers was entirely loyal, Voldemort
was disinclined to lose his excellent services and was regretting the heavy
hand he had taken with his mind.� The
young man was hardly unique among his servants in his appetites for innocent
flesh � and Draco�s recent coercion was not necessarily something that he
himself would have to involve himself in.�

At least not at first.�

Perhaps not at all, if Draco ceased
resisting and resigned himself to his new circumstances.�

He doubted that the brat.. the
occasionally useful brat.. would be so obliging.
It was merely one more infuriating thing in a generally infuriating day.� The Dark Lord had no doubt that responding to
Potter or Rodolphus would prove even more
irritating.� There were almost certainly
other wretched complications of which he had not yet had the misfortune to
learn.

Nevertheless, glaring balefully as he stalked down the corridor toward his
chambers, he activated the link with the captive saviour of the wizarding world
who had been nagging at the back of his mind since he had left the dining room.
�What,
Potter?!�
What do you want?!� You do realise
that I have more important things to do than listen to you snivel in my mind!�
The response took almost a
minute.� To his own consternation, Lord Voldemort
was beginning to grow concerned that something had happened to the brat while
he was earlier preoccupied.�� He was
about to widen the link to try to determine whether the boy was unconscious
when the faint petulant voice wavered through his mind.
�Forget
it then. I won�t bother you again.�
Now he wasn�t certain whether Potter
might have had something of value to communicate to him.� The tone of snit seemed to suggest it.�� He struggled to rein his own tense
aggravation in and persuade the boy back to a more cooperative state.
�You must have intended to speak
with me for some reason.� You interrupted
me at a rather inconvenient moment.� I am,
however, listening now.� Do stop being childish.�
�I�m
not being childish� the peevish tone spat childishly. �What were you doing that was so important?!�
�None
of your concern.� Get
on with it, Potter.� Unlike yourself � I do not have all day to waste.�
�Fuck
you, Snake face!� I must have been insane
to want to tell you in the first place.�
Get the hell out of my head!�
Voldemort rolled his eyes, finding
himself tempted to give the brat what he wanted and get on with his day.� Unfortunately he was more
sure than ever that whatever Potter had wished to tell him was almost
certainly something he would want to know.�
Struggling for the last vestiges of his patience, he forced himself to
remain calm and moderate the insults his mind itched to dispense.
�Must you be incessantly
difficult, Potter?! ��
You attempted to contact me while I was dealing with a defiant
and potentially disloyal servant.�
Another was also trying to contact me urgently via the dark mark at the
same time.� The former is now
incapacitated � possibly permanently, and I have not yet spoken with the latter
and thus cannot be certain what manner of emergency prompted him to seek me out
at this early hour.� As you see � I chose
to attend to YOU first.� Kindly desist in
your tantrum and tell me whatever you intended to tell me when you attempted to
summon my attention earlier.�
He waited...
Finally there came a faint
uncertain voice.
�You
really weren�t ignoring me?� You�re
putting off hearing about something urgent right now?�
Voldemort sighed long sufferingly, impatience twisting like a living thing in
him.�� He felt certain that at least the
sigh must have communicated itself across the link because Potter,
miraculously, began speaking � and in a much firmer businesslike tone.
�There�s several things.�
First - I remember a lot more now.�
Most things, I think.� You might
have been right.� They might have given
me something.� A potion
or something like that.� I stopped
eating and drinking and things got less foggy.�
Second - I don�t have my wand.� Dumbledore
kept it.� He came and talked to me for
hours, trying to get me to see that Draco had used some spell on me to control
my mind.� I guess I can�t be sure but I
don�t think he did...�
�No.� I very much doubt it..� Voldemort agreed.� �He was authorised only to seduce you, and that only because you had seemed somewhat receptive
when he coerced you into fellatio � I might add that that first event was
entirely Draco�s initiative.� It would
not have occurred to me that you might respond to an advance from him, with or
without blackmail involved.�
There was silence again for a
moment and the Dark Lord had the vague distant impression of melancholy and
confusion.
�I
was lonely.�

The voice was as faint as a whisper.�
He could not be sure but he suspected that Harry had thought it to
himself and had not intended it to be communicated.�

It was not new information � Draco had informed him as much through his
memories, nevertheless, Lord Voldemort found himself strangely intrigued by the
notion that his enemy, valid reason for contacting him notwithstanding, may
have simply desired to communicate with someone and had no opportunities to do
so in his physical environment at present.
�Draco is well.� He cannot return to Hogwarts, obviously, but
he will receive schooling here and will gain his NEWTs with Hermione.�

Frowning, as he waved open the door to his chambers,
he pondered why he had chosen to tell Harry such a useless fragment of
information.
�Hermione
is going to get her NEWTs there?!� With
you?!� Why would you do that? �You never answered before but when Dumbledore
came he went on about her too for ages.�
He said she�d betrayed me long before she went missing.� It�s not true, is it?!� He was lying again!�
Lord Voldemort closed the door
behind himself quietly, taking in the girl in question as she sat curled in an
armchair reading a thick black text with a pensive expression on her face.� She glanced up at him at the snick of the door
closing.� Her eyes were wide and
troubled, searching him for a sign that he was still annoyed and seeming to
find it.
�I do not know why I am inclined
to be generous to the girl� he conveyed truthfully to the anxious
boy.� �She will gain her NEWTs for many
reasons.� It is possible that she may not
have done so if Draco had not been obliged to reside here permanently.� They were not necessary before.� However I will not allow Draco Malfoy to
consider himself superior to her.� Therefore she will complete her NEWTs as he
does and will exceed his level of achievement.�
�Why would you care if Draco feels superior?!!� You want to kill all muggleborns, don�t
you?!!� Harry sounded incredulous and even a little panicked now.
�Perhaps at one time I may have
desired that.. some decades
in the past.�� Over time, I have come to
the conclusion that power, ability, intelligence and skill are of far greater
relevance than blood purity.� Draco shall
not be allowed to condescend to Hermione because..�
He broke off, considering the
answer that he had been about to give.� �because she is an extension of myself and I will not
tolerate his condescension.� Because she
is mine and reflects upon me � She
must be better than all others. She must be worthy of being viewed as my
choice.�
�It is irrelevant� he
finished curtly. �She is here, incidentally � reading an advanced arithmancy text at
present.� Is there anything you would
particularly like to convey to her?�
He felt a faint quiver in his mind
that he identified as Harry�s shock.� The
boy seemed to ponder for a while.
�Is
what Dumbledore said true?� When did she
first betray me?� and
Why?� Why didn�t she come to me and tell
me about whatever was wrong?� What made
her go to you?� Does she want me dead?!� Why??!�
What did I do?!�
The plaintive tone almost made him
want to sever the connection.� None of
the questions that the boy had asked would produce the answers he most
desperately wanted.� Most of them, Voldemort
could answer without recourse to asking the girl.
�What do you wish to hear, Harry?� That Hermione did not choose me over you;
that she is held here against her will; that she was placed under a geas and
forced to come to me? Or abducted?��
Would you like to hear that I am torturing her?� Sharing her with my servants?� Would you like to hear that she is a slave or
a whore?�
�NO!!�
Lord Voldemort smirked wanly at the
horrified outburst in the back of his mind.
�No!� I.. I..want her to be ok.. I want her to get her NEWTs
and-...�� The voice trailed off again
in sorrow and confusion.

�I just don�t understand.�� What did I do?!� Why did she leave me?!� I.. I...-��
Although the boy seemed to think better of continuing, the word
�love� was a sour taste in the Dark Lord�s mind.� He found something inside him clenching in
petulant anger at the thought of Harry Potter expressing feelings toward the
mudblood that belonged only to him now.
�Spare me your
self pity, boy.� She is mine!� She came to me full of desire and adoration
and I...graciously.. deigned
to take her.� In every
sense of the word.�
The distant reaction to this felt
like electric spikes of emotion in his mind.�
There were no words, merely sharp painful emotions.
�Hermione..�
he purred softly, gliding closer to the girl still curled on the chair and
feeling suddenly better than he had all morning. �Come to me�
The expression on the small pretty
face displayed the confusion that his little pet-preoccupation was feeling at
his inexplicable shift in mood.�
Suspicion and anxiety flickered in the soft caramel brown eyes.� Nevertheless, where Lucius
might have delayed with a stuttered �my Lord?� and Bella might have simpered
and grovelled, expecting punishment, Hermione simply nodded, wordlessly
accepting whatever might happen and slipping from the chair, leaving the book
on the arm, and pacing quietly to stand before him.�
Reaching for her, he trailed cold
fingers up the outside of her arms, noting that the warm black silken robe she
wore was his own � the same robe which Severus had adjusted to fit her on the
morning after she had been recovered from Dumbledore�s clutches.�� He knew well that she had her own
clothing.� There was no other reason for
her to don this robe, other than that it was his..�

Or.. perhaps.. because it reminded her of Severus?

That thought dimmed his gratification somewhat.�
Was the girl pining over Severus?�
Did she prefer him?

No.�� No.. he had tasted the girl�s mind.. her
attraction.. her adoration.� The emotions there for Severus were a dim
candle in comparison.�
�Kneel� he murmured, allowing his
eyes to roam over her with desire, making his intentions known.
The relief and eager joy his pet displayed
when she recognised what he wanted from her was pleasing.�� On a sadistic whim, the Dark Lord allowed
the sensory information to filter through to the small disembodied awareness in
the back of his mind that was Harry Potter.��
The soft feathery flutter of the small girl�s fingertips on the front of
his robe as she parted it;�
her wide delighted..honoured..eyes flicking between the organ just above eye level and Voldemort�s
face gazing down at her in placid absorbed anticipation.
He could feel the distant horrified
reaction of the boy who lived and it was delicious.� It was even more delightful than it had been
to infiltrate the boy�s dream.�� Oh, he
could sense that Harry was uncertain whether to believe what he was perceiving; whether it might not be simply a fiction
intended to disturb him � but even so, rather than the certainty that he was
dreaming � Potter had to consider that this image might be actually taking
place.
�Stop!!�� The near hysterical voice
rang out sharply in his mind.� He smirked
inwardly.��
Harry..Harry...
It seems that we have been here before.�
You enjoyed what I showed you last time, did you not?!.� Do not take for granted the generosity I am
demonstrating by sharing this moment with you.�
It is the closest that you will ever come to intimacy with the
witch.� You may watch.� Perhaps.. if you are persuasive enough... if you can offer me anything
of use...I may consent to allow you to perceive some of the sensation
also.� The witch is quite able in this
capacity.� And so young..and
eager to please.�
He could feel the rage and pain of
his enemy like a faint thunderstorm in the back of his mind.�
�I�m
going to kill you� came the soft determined
hiss.� �I�m going to fucking kill you!!�
And then..� the voice wavered in
uncertainty.�
Through the distracting pleasurable
sensation the girl was evoking with lips and tongue, Lord Voldemort experienced
a faint chill.� The off-balance feeling
of a significant error made.� The venom
in the brat�s voice was greater than he had ever heard from him in the past �
even in the last dream in which he had taunted the boy with the mudblood�s rape. �In
rising concern he pushed Hermione�s head away from his groin absently and
stepped back, tucking himself back inside his robes and turning all of his
attention to the faint shiver of a presence in his mind.
Harry � he started in as conciliatory
a tone as he could manufacture.
�Don�t
talk to me anymore.� I don�t want to hear
your voice � I don�t want to know what you�re doing. Just..
just.. fuck off, Voldemort!�
The tenuous link faded to almost
nothing.� Whatever his ineptitude in occlumency in the past, Harry was obviously trying his best
in that discipline in the present moment.�
Voldemort cursed inwardly.�

He had won only one point from Dumbledore in the standoff in the forbidden
forest � and that had been the access to Potter�s mind once more.� Now, he was certain he had quite capably
pissed it away through his own unwise...even petty... reaction to the sensation in his mind of the boy�s love
and devotion for the mudblood.

He could not persuade himself that he had truly imagined he might seduce the
boy into giving in to his own darker desires in that manner.� No � on some level he had known with
certainty how the ridiculously noble little Gryffindor would react.�

WHY had he thrown aside the
considerable progress he had made with the boy?!� Harry had approached
him..offering personal information..� he was becoming more
malleable to persuasion.

The answer was equally obvious.�� That. Mudblood.�

She was weakening him!� Causing him to
behave irrationally...emotionally.. He had lost one valuable servant already because of
her and only this morning had been thinking to execute another.

This was unacceptable!� The mudblood
could not be argued to be anything other than a threat; a honey trap.� He would not allow this foolishness to continue!
With narrowing eyes he spun on his
heel, refocusing his attention upon the small girl, still on her knees before
him wearing an expression of confused hurt.
His wand was in his hand before he
even thought and he found himself looking down its length at the wide, shocked
brown eyes.
�What.. what did I do?!� she asked plaintively.
The word was in the forefront of
his mind already; was pressing itself past his lips in a furious hiss.
�Crucio!�
�

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