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Face of Evil	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 15163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny-

I don’t know why but I feel like if I don’t start getting these dreams out of my head I will lose myself in them. I can’t tell anyone about them, not when I am surrounded by snakes who would use them against me.

May 24

Last night I thought that I would be saved from dreaming because of the pain in my arm. But instead the dream seemed more vivid than ever.

When it started I was back on the field of battle. It was more memory than dream. I was fighting Death Eaters and protecting my classmates and school. There was smoke and blood everywhere just like I remember it. I watched as Harry fell again. I ran to him in hopes he would be okay, that it was just pain that made him fall so suddenly. I held him in my arms, sure that he was dead, everyone around us was silent. No one else had rushed to his aid. I wonder about that now, why was I the only one?

This time when he opened his eyes again and I saw the red instead of the green I didn’t scream. I didn’t run. He leaned up and kissed me and I kissed him back. As all of my friends and family looked on I kissed Tom and moaned into his lips. I looked up to see what everyone was doing. I watched as Death Eaters overtook the Order and started slaughtering them around us.

Tom sat up and pulled me towards him, kissing me again as we were surrounded by the death of everything that I loved. I could feel his hand surround me. My dream self just wanted him, she didn’t care about her family, she didn’t care about anything but pleasing Tom.

The dream moved as dreams do and I was suddenly laying without clothes under Tom. We were still in the Great Hall, on the floor. I could feel something wet and sticky on my back, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away from his eyes. He smiled down at me and I shuddered. I remember him saying horrible things in his sweet voice. He told me things about death and torture, blood and darkness. To my dream self these words to erotic and loving.

We made love on the sticky red floor of the Great Hall. Not rough as some of the other dreams have been. This was making love in a twisted form of what I had always imagined being with Harry would be like.

I look down at my entry then close the book and hide it under my mattress this time. Now the book held a secret, a dark secret I did not need Tom finding.

Once I feel the book is safe for now I climb into bed and drift off to sleep. That night I have the same dream again. Exactly as it had been the night before. When I wake before anyone enters my room I pull out the book and make a small note.

May 25

The same dream as yesterday.

I put the book away and get ready for the day. As I am drying from my shower I hear loud movements from the outer room. I pull on my robe and look in horror as House Elves start to pack up my clothes in boxes and move furniture out of the room.

I dash forward to grab my journal before it is carried away with my bed. Before anyone of them can question or ask I go back into the bathroom and realize that no place is safe for the book.

Daphne finds me sitting in the corner of my completely empty room with the book clutched to my chest.

She sighs and looks at me sheepishly. “I’ll take it until the new things show up. I won’t look. It will just be hidden in my school bag.” She says and holds out her hand to me.

“You will leave and go to class and read it.” I tell her with a frown.

She shakes her head. “I have gotten a pass from class today to help set up your new things.” She said still holding her hand out. “He may come and check on us.” She warned with a frown as I didn’t give up the book right away.

I look to the door as if her words would have drawn him there. Hesitantly I hand her the journal and she quickly stuffs it in her bag.

“The original plan was to go for a walk while they delivered everything.” She tells me with a sigh. “But you are not allowed to leave the room until further notice.” She says in a disappointed tone.

“It was worth it.” I tell her without thinking first.

“Being stuck in here and all the... the pain was worth a hug from that weird girl?” She asks as she sits down next to me. “Were you two... together?” She wonders with a frown on her lips.

When I realize what she is asking I shake my head. “Nothing like that. She had become a very good friend before all of this. I wanted to know that friends are real still.”

“We could be friends.” She points out softly.

“No we can’t. You seem nice enough Daphne, but you are still not on my side.” I tell her with a shrug.

“And Lovegood is?” She asked raising an eyebrow. “She works for him too you know.” She says straightening her back.

“What are you talking about?” I look at Daphne with a frown on my lips.

“She works for the Dark Lord. She runs the Quibbler now, and she prints what he wants her to print. He is very pleased with her performance after the first issue came out, all the Death Eaters are.”

“You’re lying!”

“No I’m not. I’ll get you a copy of the first issue if you like. She wasn’t some Gryffindor that can’t see that fighting only gets you dead... Or worse. She was a Ravenclaw, she made the intelligent decision.”

I frown and look down at my knees. Luna was working for Tom? Spreading Tom’s lies in her father’s magazine? Why would she do that?

“She must have her reasons...” I say more softly now.

“I’m sure she does. Just like I do.” Daphne pressed. “I like you Ginny, I wish you could see I am more than just a puppet. I will protect you as much as I can. I know it isn’t much, but it is what I can do.”

I am saved from having to answer her as the door opens and more House Elves come in carrying the new things for my room.

Daphne stands and leaves her bag beside me as she directs the Elves where to put things. By the time she is finished the room is warm and inviting. She had picked out furniture that was made of rich red woods. Instead of the large desk she had chosen a chocolate colored overstuffed sofa and two armchairs that matched. There was a low table between them making a comfortable sitting area.

My favor thing she had chosen was a tapestry that was made to look like a window overlooking a forest with mountains in the distance.   The trees moved gently in the wind and the sun felt almost warm against my skin.

“I thought you would like that.” She says as she catches me staring. “It will change with the seasons and it has weather as well.” She said with a smile. “I thought this place needed a window.”

When I look at her I can’t help but smile and nod. “Thank you for all of this.” I say honestly. “It make the prison less like a nightmare.” I say and pull myself away from the window.

Once all the House Elves are gone she pulls my journal back out of her bag and places it on my bed.

“I’ll never read it unless you want me to Ginny. I do want to be your friend.”

Luna-

A few days after my fight with Ron I found a large white box sitting on my desk with an opened letter on the top. I frown at the fact the letter was opened but push that information aside so I can see what is written.

Luna,

I think you will stunning in this on Friday.   I will pick you up at six so be ready.

~Draco

I open the box that held the dress he had chosen for me. It was a deep navy blue with small crystals that reminded me of the night’s sky with stars. I put the lid back on it and set the dress aside before I go out to see Zabini sitting innocently at his desk.

“You opened my mail.” I tell him and wait for his response.

“I open all of your mail.” he says as he looks up at me.

“My personal mail?” I ask frowning now, I had not really received much personal mail in the past month, but I didn’t think he had a right to open it.

“Under his Dark Lord’s orders I read anything you get before you do. No one wants you tempted by your old life.”

My mind goes to my encounters with Ron, and it makes me smile. “Ahh I see. Well was Mr. Malfoy trying to tempt me?” I ask him curiously.

A sly smirk runs across Zabini’s face. “Absolutely. He is trying to tempt your knickers down your legs.”

I frown at that as i think he may be right. “How would you, handle him?” I ask curiously.

Zabini burst into laughter. “Handle him? He is never going to want me to handle him so I don’t need to worry about it Lovegood.”

I flush and take a deep breath. “What I mean is, if you were me, how would you dissuade his advances.”

“Now that he has started his little game? Only one way out little Lovegood. Fuck him.” he says as he watches me closely.

I blush more deeply and shake my head. “I was hoping it wouldn’t have to come to that. I don’t particularly like him.” I point out.

Zabini laughs again and sit back in his chair. “What does liking him have to do with anything? It isn’t like he wants to marry you Lovegood. Or even date you when it comes down to it. You are a game that he is enjoys playing. The more you say no, the more he is going to want you. It is the way men like him are.”

“Men like him? So you are not that way?” I ask, I had always thought of Malfoy and Zabini being very similar.

“I’ll tell you when I find a girl that tells me no.” he says with an almost evil smirk.

“You are very sure of yourself.” I tell him and he nods. “Are you sure it is not just simply because you settle for what you can get instead of trying to get what you really want?” I ask before heading back to my office to do some work.

It was lunchtime when Zabini walks into my office and puts a sandwich down on my desk. He sits across from me and puts one of his legs up over the arm of his chair.

I look at the sandwich and then back him him. “What is this?” I ask as I pull it towards me.

“I thought we could have lunch together.” He says casually as he opens his own sandwich.

“Why?” I ask as I open it to see what he had chosen for me.

“Because we are co workers and we need to build a better working relationship.” he says as he watches me over his sandwich.

I open mine and start to pick it apart with my fingers. “I thought we had a fine working relationship.” I say without looking up at him.

“Yes, it is civil. But I think we could have something real.” He says setting his sandwich down. “You are better at this job than I thought you would be, and you must admit I am damn good at my job. Right now there is this division between us because you see me more as a spy than an assistant. Admit it.”

“You are here to spy on me.” I point out and tilt my head. “Why would I want to ignore that fact?”

“Because I am the closest thing to a friend you are going to get in this vipers nest. You are obviously not one of us Lovegood. You are playing games you don’t fully understand. Your question to me this morning confirmed it for me.”

“When I asked how to deter Mr. Malfoy’s advances?” I confirm before I frown. “Are you saying now you would let me pick your brain about such things. To get my useful answers than to give the man what he wants.”

“That is exactly what I am saying, but I would need something in return.” He says as he picks up his sandwich again.

“Now it is sounding like you want to make some sort of deal, not improve our relationship” I point out.

“That is the way relationships in this new world of yours work. They are beneficial to both parties in some way or another.”

“So what is it you would want from me for this insight you are willing to impart?” I ask as I look down at the bread and toppings that was once my sandwich.

“I want you.” he says leaning forward. When a blush spreads across my cheeks a sly smile forms on his lips. “To be my apprentice in the ways of being a pureblood.”

I frown and look at him in confusion. “There are ways to be a pureblood?”

“Oh yes, and blood traitors like yourself have lost those ways in your attempts to be, more muggle.” He says the last word with distaste.

“But how does me becoming a better pureblood benefit you?” I say, looking up into his eyes again.

He studies me for a long moment before he answers, but I never look away.

“I will take credit for the change in you. You are the last from a very old pureblood line Lovegood. His Dark Lord would be most pleased with the servant that showed you the light.” He says smugly like he already knows I will agree to this arrangement.

I watch as he finishes his sandwich with his arrogant demeanor. I put the rest of mine in the bin by my desk and pull out the article I was working on before he came in.

“I’ll think about it.” I say not looking up from my work.

“You have until Friday morning.”

Daphne-

I have to admit the little girl has some very dark dreams. Once I finish reading her first entry I sit back and chew on my lip as I decide how to handle this little look into her soul. Telling the Dark Lord was out of the question. She had not informed him about her use of the journal. She wasn’t sure what telling Draco would get her at this time.

“No Ginny I think this is going to stay between you and me for the time being.” She told the book before closing it and putting it back in its hiding place away from the hands of the other Slytherin girls.

The next day I got ready and headed down to the Chamber before breakfast. When I got to Ginny’s room she was sitting on the small sofa with the journal in her lap writing. I would have to remember to check the journal again tonight. Since she didn’t acknowledge me when I walked in I decided to set up on the coffee table to get some homework done until she was finished.

“What are you working on?” She asked once she was finished with her entry.

“Charms, we have six inches due on the differences...” I stop and look up at her. “Homework.” I finish with a sigh. “I can put it away.” I add after a moment and start to back up my things.

“No, no, don’t worry about it. I need a shower, you can do your homework when you are here.” She says giving me a kind smile. I smile back at her and pull my work back out.

“Would you mind...” I start before blushing and looking away from her. “I have a date Friday, would you mind if I got ready here?” I ask before looking up to her.

“Not at all.” She says with a shrug and enters the bathroom.

By the time she is showered and dressed breakfast has been delivered and we both kneel at the coffee table to eat.

“What do you think you will do today while I am in class?” I ask to start a conversation with her.

“I don’t know, read I suppose. Will you be back for lunch?” She asks softly

“Yes and dinner, after that we can hang out if you like until curfew.” I say with a smile. “We do need to get other things for you to do besides read all the time. What else do you like to do?” I ask settling my hands in my lap.

“Quidditch?” She offers with a frown. “But I don't think I will be let near a broom.”

“Why don’t we try a more ladylike pastime. How do you feel about needlework or sewing?”

Her face tells me more than any words she could say. I laugh and hold up my hand before she can speak. “Okay no needlework. What about painting, or playing an instrument?” I do not get a face to these suggestions so I am more hopeful.

“If you have never seen the doodles I used to make in class you would know painting was out of the question. But I have always been curious about music.” She says chewing on her lower lip.

“Music is a fine hobby. Do you have an instrument in mind?” I ask with an encouraging smile.

“I read somewhere that if you can master the piano you can master anything.” She answers after a moment before looking up at me.

“Well I will get you some books back reading music, and I will ask if we can have a piano brought in. Maybe we could get you lessons.” I tell her smile a smile. “I’ll see if I can drop by the library before I come back for lunch.” I say putting a hand on hers.

I think this will please the Dark Lord. When he finally does take her as his mistress she will fit more into the society of the wealthy pureblood.

During my first class I write a small letter to the Dark Lord asking if he could arrange piano lessons for Ginny.

By the time I am in the library looking for a book for her a runner comes to get me. He wants to see me in person it seems. As I walk down to the Chamber I think about the idea of seducing the Dark Lord myself. Even before the idea if fully formed I throw it away. He is much too unpredictable. By becoming his I would be no more than an object like Ginny. It is not a life I want for myself.

I knock on his office door and enter when I hear a response. He is at his desk writing, I wait until he addresses me to speak.

“Piano lessons?” he asks without looking up from his work.

“She needs something to do all day my Lord.” I start and bow my head. “The lessons would make her feel more comfortable and give her something to do, as well as add a measure of refinement to her rough edges.

“She will have to ask me herself.” he said after a long pause. “I have given her so much already, if she wants anything further she will have to start asking for it. Tell her I have decided we will have supper together tonight so she can speak to me. She should look nice for the occasion.” With a wave of his hand I am dismissed.

I go straight to Ginny’s room and find her curled on the sofa reading. She looks up when I enter and I smile at her as I close the door and head to sit in the chair across from her.

“I just came from speaking with him about your lessons.” I say getting right to the point.

“Oh?” She asks as she sets the book aside. “I didn’t know you spoke with him directly.” She admits as she bites her lower lip.

“Oh, I don’t do it often. He... frightens me.” I tell her looking down with a blush on my cheeks. “He only summons me when he wants to understand more about a request, or a something.” I say fidgeting.

“He doesn’t want me to learn music?” She asks not sounding overly disappointed in the loss.

“Well actually he just, he told me..” I look up and her and bite my lower lip. “He wants you to ask for it yourself. He says he has given you so much already. He wants you to ask him for anything else you may want.”

“Beg him more likely.” She says with a look of disgust. “I am not begging him for anything.” She snaps and looks away.

“I don’t know if that is what he wants. I do not claim to understand the Dark Lord. He has told me he wishes to eat supper with you tonight to give you a chance to ask him. Just be respectful and ask. It he demands you beg, then decline.”

She nods slowly and gets up from her spot on the sofa so she can think and pace.

I watch her for a little while before lunch appears. “Eat something, you don’t have to worry about this right now.” I tell her and move to kneel by the coffee table.

She moves over to her place and kneels down. “All he does is confuse me.” She says softly.

“He is going to want you to dress nicely. Pretend that it is a date. I’ll skip my last class today so I can help you get ready.” I offer with a smile.

She makes and face and pushes the food around her plate. “I don’t want to date him.” She says with a frown.

“Who would you rather be dating? We can pretend it is a date with that person.” I offer as I try to cheer her up.

“Harry.” She says without thought.

I bite my lip. No one around the castle ever mentions that name any longer. To the Dark Lord and his followers the boy ceased to exist the moment the Lord stole his body. But this is an opportunity I cannot pass up.

“Did you really love him?” I ask softly without looking at her.

She sighed. “Yes, in so many ways.” She says softly, before I can express my confusion she continues. “I loved him the way a girl loves her first crush. I loved him the way a victim loves their savior. I loved him like family. I loved him the way a teen loves her boyfriend. I loved him the way a warrior loves their leader. I saw myself loving him the way a wife loves her husband. Does that answer you question?” She asks finally looking up to me.

I find that I can not find the words to respond to her for a moment. I had never really understood what Harry had meant to her, and I feel that I still don’t. I don’t think I have the ability to understand love like she is describing, let alone feel it myself. Suddenly I feel a bit empty.

“Yes.” is all I can think to say. It more than answered my question. After another moment of silence I looked down at my own plate. “It must hurt.” I tell her in a very soft voice.

“It hurt so much it is numb.” She tells me softly. “If I let it really hurt, if I let myself really feel it. I would beak and be gone.”

“I can’t... begin to understand that.” I tell her softly, honestly. I chew on my lower lip and think for a moment. “I told you I was going out Friday.” I say changing the subject.

“Yes, you wanted to get ready here. I remember.” She says as she picks at her food some more. “Well I... I was told Miss. Lovegood might be where I am going. I thought maybe I could give her a letter if you like.” I say shyly.

“You would do that?’ She asks with a deep frown.

“Yes, just... Don’t put anything that could get me in trouble. Nothing treasonous, okay?” I ask looking up to her. She gives me a weak smile and nods her head.

Ginny-

I don’t know why I had told her so much when she asked me the question. Maybe because no one seemed to even mention his name around me any longer. I needed to tell someone how much I was holding back the pain, and she was the person who was there.

I watched her after, ready for whatever reaction she gave me. She look so confused and sad in was odd to watch. In those few moments between my confession and her offer to bring a letter to Luna, I think maybe I finally saw the real Daphne.

When she came back to help me dress for my dinner with Tom she was back to her guarded self. I don’t really blame her, she probably has a very disciplined life. Slytherin’s have never really been known for their understanding of deep feelings.

Daphne helped me dress and did my hair and makeup. She even painted my finger and toe nails as she knew I would not be permitted shoes. She really went all out, telling me I should look my best if I am asking for a favor from him. She just left to go to dinner in the Great Hall and I really wish I could have joined her.

Now I stand in front of the mirror on the back of my bathroom door and look myself over. The red she picked is vibrantly red. It is long and seems to hug my body all the way down to my hips. At that point the fabric changes into something more soft and flowing. I notice the skirt is made of several pieces of fabric which are not connected all the way around, the effect of which is that one could see my upper thigh if I move in just the right way. The bodice of the dress makes me blush more. It is low cut in the front, showing more cleavage than I knew I had. The back; Well the dress doesn't really seem to have a back. My hair has been curled and pulled up half way so that it looks like a fountain of red curls flowing down from my head. The makeup she did was simple, and I wore no jewelry.

The effect of all of this makes me seem like some kind of wild fire-sprite, innocent, but sexual. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.

When there is a knock on my door I expect it to be Tom. When I walk out of the bathroom I see Draco Malfoy standing at my door.   His eyes take me in and lingered on parts of me that make me blush. There is a long moment before he finds his voice again.

“I am to escort you to supper. I was told to warn you to be on your best behavior as the Inner Circle will be dining with you and the Dark Lord this evening.” He says with more respect than I have heard out of him in my entire life.

“Does that include you?” I can’t help myself from asking. The way he was still looking at me was making me feel odd.

“Yes my Lady.” he says with a coy smile. “Does that please you?”

I flush at his words. I am not in the right mindset to deal with Draco Malfoy flirting with me. His smile broadens as he notices my flush. he moves across the room take takes my hand before leaning in close so he can whisper very close in my ear.

“I can tell it does. You look good enough to eat. I wonder if you will be on the menu.” He said before pulling back and letting his eyes roam again.

I pull my hand out of his and take a deep breath to get control of myself. “Are you really flirting with me Draco Malfoy?” I ask trying to sound confident. I was used to the other Death Eaters being cruel to me, and I would always be ready to defy them. But, this behavior was very off putting.

“I would have to be insane to flirt with the Dark Lord’s property.” He says with a smile as he offers his hand again. “Shall we go?”

I frown and narrow my eyes at him. I lock my arms in front of me so I don’t have to touch him and nod to the door. He raised an eyebrow and then shrugged his shoulders.

“If that is the way you feel.” he says as he walks over to the door to open it. “Ladies first.” he waves his hand for me to lead.

On the short walk to the dining room I can’t help feel like the younger Malfoy is memorizing my ass. I shake the feeling as he opens the door, and steal myself to not only face Tom, but the rest of his most loyal.

“Ah, Draco has arrived with my pet. She did not give you any trouble did she boy?” Tom asked Draco as we made our way into the room.

“No trouble at all my Lord.” Draco said with a bow and moved to take one of the empty seats at the table.

Tom rose and pulled out the chair next to him for me. His eyes swept over me in the same way Draco’s had and me smiled in what I can only assume was approval. Once I was seated he pushed my chair in and took his own seat at the head of the table.

I chance a look down the table to see who is here. There were twelve Death Eaters sitting at the table, but I only recognized a few of them. At the other end of the table Lucius sat with his back straight. Draco sat to his left, and Bellatrix sat to his right. Next to her sat a distinguished dark haired man that I assumed was her husband Rodolphus. I recognized some of the other faces, but I could not put names to them.

When i finally look to Tom I find he is watching me with intense eyes. He smiles as I catch him looking and leans over to whisper in my ear. “All the men in this room are fantasizing about you at the very moment.” he tells me softly. “Would you like to know what Rodolphus wants to do to you? I saw you looking at him.”

I glance to Rodolphus again and shake my head. He was just trying to make me more uncomfortable. Most of the men in the room didn’t even give me a second glance. He chuckles at my response and looks up to his servants.

“There will be no business discussed in front of my lovely pet. We do not wish to upset her.” he says to the room lightly.

I frown but the rest at the table bow their heads in respect. With a wave of Tom’s hand everyone’s plate and glasses were filled but mine. I look up at him and blush with a frown. Was he really going to play this game in front of other people?

I am tempted to keep my mouth shut and just skip the meal, but I am reminded of Daphne’s words about giving Tom small victories. I close my eyes and take in several slow breaths so my voice does not show my anger or embarrassment.

“May I have supper as well...” the silence in the room is defining as everyone listens to me closely, I swallow the thick bile in my throat before I can finish “...my Lord.”

Out of the corner of my eye I can see the wicked smile spread across Tom’s face. He waves his hand again and my plate fills as well.

“I know that was very hard for you my pet.” he says softly and rests his hand on my knee. “I am pleased my little lioness.”

He takes his hand off my knee and I focus on my plate as conversation starts up around me. Tom speaks to the man across from me about his new wife and how they plan to start a family right away. A little down the table I can hear the Lestranges and Malfoys plan what they will be doing over the summer.

The man next to me gets my attention with a soft clearing of his throat. I look up at him and find him vaguely familiar. He had gray hair and almost yellow eyes. For some reason I can’t help but think he looks too clean.

“How was your dear brother William last time you saw him?” he asked with a knowing smirk on his lips.

I frown at the strange question before my eyes widen. This was Grayback, this was the man that had scratched Bill in him human form and changed my brother forever. I was used to him looking unshaven and matted, no wonder I did not recognize him now. The way he looked at me he was actually expecting an answer.

“He was fine. He was married over the summer.” I say to let this evil man know he had not ruined Bill’s life.

He chuckled and shook his head. “The marriage was reviewed and considered invalid under the new laws.” he told me with a sadistic smirk. “She is considered a Partblood now, and the Ministry felt I had trained him enough to give him an E classification.”

I frown more and bite my lower lip. “How do you know so much about it?” I snap not remembering to keep my voice steady.

“I made it a point to keep current on things that affect my pack. William is weak, only a half wolf, but we could not turn him away.” He says watching me for a reaction.

“Bill would never join you.” I snap, making to keep my voice low.

“Willingly? Maybe not, but he had no choice in the matter. He should be grateful I accepted him. My pack is the only in England that are considered citizens of the realm. Not that he has earned full membership yet, but it is only a matter of time before he is broken.”

My hands are trembling I am so angry. I fight the urge to spring my seat and scratch his eyes out. I can tell he is trying to provoke me, I can’t give in. I close my eyes and count to ten as I try to block him out.

“Now Fenrir, you seem to be upsetting my pet.” Came Tom’s voice as I start to relax.

“I am sorry my Lord, we were just discussing some of the newest additions to my pack.” Grayback said with a sneer. Tom smirks at his answer and nods.

“Does it upset you my lioness?” he asks as he seems to enjoy the new nickname for me. “To know I made sure all of you surviving family was taken care of?” My eyes shoot up to meet his.

“Ah yes, lets see...” he pauses as if he has to place where he put each of my family members. “I was forced to put your father in Azkaban, he was a leading member of the Order after all. Charlie and George are still in a training camp to become a part of my army. It will be a while for them to earn the title of Death Eater, but if they really put their minds to it I am sure they could go far. You know William is with Fenrir’s pack... Who else?”

“Mom, Percy, Fred, Ron?” I ask in a weak voice. I hate how meek I sound right now.

“Ah yes, Ron.” he says with a sneer. “Ron is being taken care of. The rest of course are no longer with the living.”

I swallow the thick knot in my throat and I look down at my lap as I try to keep myself from crying. I refuse to cry in front of this group, I need to be strong.

“That reminds me, I was told you had something you wished to ask me for.” he leads into the new conversation with ease. He wants to force me to ask him for things right after he had told me nearly half my family is dead and the other half all belong to him.

“I need to use the bathroom.” I force myself to say which makes the entire table laugh.

“That was not the question I was expecting.” he says with a smirk and a chuckle. “There is one right threw the that door.” he motions to a door I had not noticed before. I nod my head and get to my feet. I force myself to take even steps across the room as everyone watches me.

The moment the door closes behind me I lock it and fall to my knees. I let out soft low whimpers as tears fall from my cheeks. What was I expecting? Did I have some hope in the back of my mind that they were free and would come save me? Why did I have such a foolish hope? I run over his words once again, all of them seemed so sure and precise, except Ron. His answer to Ron sticks out in my mind and makes me carefully wipe my tears away. What did it mean he was being taken care of? Why did he have such a sour expression? No. I can’t let myself hope. He was probably torturing Ron somewhere and had yet to break him fully. That could be the only answer.

I stand carefully and look into the mirror. The tears have ruined my makeup. I run cold water and try to fix it as best I can. By the time I go back out into the dining room my face only looks a little blotchy.

“Feeling better?” Tom asks as I take my seat by his side. I nod my head, still not trusting my voice. “Good. So tell me, what is it you wish from your Lord?” he asks still pressing the question.

The request seems so stupid compared to my family's plight. What would he do if I refused to ask? What would he do if I asked to see my family instead? No, he would just say no and be angry that I had asked.

“I was wondering if I could take piano lessons my Lord.” I force out all at once before I talk myself out of it.

“Humm I do not know, I would have to find someone I trusted completely that could teach you...” He says as he taps his chin with his finger.

“If I may be so bold my Lord.” Lucius speaks up. “My son is quite an accomplished pianist.” He says motioning to Draco. I frown at this idea, I more had the thought it would be someone I didn’t know.

“Is he now? Do you have time in your schedule for such a thing Draco?” he asks the youngest Death Eater in the room.

“If my Lord wishes it I could make time.” Draco says with a bow of his head. “Who should I speak to about organizing such lessons my Lord?” He has a pleased smirk on his face as he spoke.

“Your friend Daphne keeps my pet’s schedule.” Tom says and looks back at me. “It seems we have found a solution my lioness. Are you pleased?” he asked in a taunting tone.

“I will just be happy for something to do my Lord.” I say as I watch Draco closely. He is speaking quietly to his father now.

Suddenly I feel Tom’s hand on my knee again. This time it has found its way between the panels of my skirt and he is touching bare skin. The touch makes me shiver and I look back to him.

“After desert you will come to my office so we can speak about more private matters. If you continue to be as good as you have been so far tonight, I will reward you.” He says as his eyes trail over my skin. I swallow back bile once again and nod my head.

The rest of the dinner goes without issue. No one gives me much attention. I think after not getting much of a reaction from my family they feel I am not going to be the entertainment they expected.

Once it is over Tom takes my hand and leads me to a room I have not been to before. His office seems so normal and is not what I expected. He motions for me to sit on a black leather couch that is against one of the walls. When I am seated he goes to his desk and starts to look threw his drawers for something.

“So Miss Weasley we have things to discuss.” he says tiredly. He pulls a medium sized black velvet box from his desk and walks over to sit next to me on the couch. He gives me more space than I expected and I let out a sigh of relief.

“You did well tonight, but you are still not where I would like you to be.” he says as he rests the box on his lap. “In a months time I will be holding a ball to celebrate the formation of our new great nation and the graduation of this year’s Hogwarts students.”

I frown as I watch the box and look up at his face in confusion. “What does any of that have to do with me?”

“Well my little lioness, I plan to show you off. My Death Eaters have become concerned that I am soft when it comes to you.” he says and and reaches out to push a curl behind my ear. I pull back out of reflex and he frowns. “I have been using a gentle touch, but have my reasons for that. So I need to show my dominance over you for the entire wizarding world to see, without harming you too much.”

I narrow my eyes at him, hands become fists the longer he speaks the more angry I become. “You know that I will never be... “ I look him in the eyes to make my point. “...your servant.” I say choosing my words carefully.

“Yes, I know you believe this for now.” he says in a tone as if he was speaking to a child. “That is why I have come up with a way for us both to save face. I can show that I control you, and you can show you are still fighting me.” he says as his eyes dance darkly. “I wanted to try it out tonight, to make sure the magic worked correctly.”

“Try what out?” I ask swallowing hard as he seems much too happy at the moment.

“This..” he says motioning to the box before he opens it. Inside is a delicate choker with an odd clasp in the back. The design is beautiful with a single teardrop shaped emerald in the front. “Elf silver, and goblin made. I think it will look lovely on you.” he says lifting it from the box. I am too confused to stop him as he slips it around my neck. His pulls a second piece from the box that I hadn’t noticed before. It kind of reminds me of a hatpin, but the stick part is much too thin and only an inch long. He moved it behind my neck and I gasp when I feel the needle enter the back of my neck.

My hand goes to the back of my neck to try and pull the necklace off. The needle part locks the necklace to my neck, and when I try to pull it out I almost blackout with pain. I shake as I look back up to him, the necklace feeling much more like a collar that a necklace at the moment. That is when I realize that is exactly what it is, a collar, for his pet.

“You are learning much faster than I expected. I thought you would have to pass out with the pain before you stopped trying to remove it. The collar has several uses. It will bring pain, and pleasure, it can force you to take actions. It gives me control over your body, but not your mind.”

“Why not just put the Imperius curse on me for the event?” I ask as I force myself to look back into his eyes.

“Well several reasons, but those are mine, and I do not feel the need to share them with you. Lets just say I find this form of control more amusing. Now lets see how it works. Kneel before your Lord.” he commands and motions to the floor in front of him.

Nothing happens so I don’t move. He frowns and narrows his eyes at me. White hot pain shoots down my spine and makes my hands tremble more than they have been.

“Kneel.” he commands with no amusement left in his voice. The pain only gets worse before I give in. The moment I kneel down on the floor the pain is gone and I am out of breath. “That is how the pain function will work. When you displease me it will give you the amount of pain equal to my displeasure. The more angry you make me, the more you will feel my rage.”

He relaxes on the couch and stretches his arms out to rest on its back. He looks down at me with his predator like smile and suddenly I gasp for a completely different reason. The pleasure that I feel makes me shake as much as the pain did. I flush and whimper in front of him. My body reacts to the magic of the collar in the most embarrassing of ways. The pleasure it sends is sexual arousal and I do not wish to feel it around him.

“Please stop? I whimper as I try to catch my breath but can’t.

“I told you I would reward you, you wish to stop your reward so soon my little lioness?” he asks in a soft, almost seductive voice. “As pain is connected to my anger, this is connected to my... amusement. The more you please me, the more I can please you.” he says as the feeling within intensifies to the point that I have to grab his leg to hold myself up in the kneeling position. He smiles and licks his lips as he watches me. “But do not worry, you would black out before you got any sort of... release from it.” he chuckles and lets the pleasure fade and disappear.

Once I catch my breath I quickly take my hand off of him and sit back on my legs. I can’t bring myself to look at him after the way I had just acted.

“Now if I am not in the mood to play with you, or if I need something done quickly. I can control you more completely. Stand.” his final word seems to echo in my brain and I am standing before him before I could think to stop.

“Take off your dress.” he commands again in the echo like voice. My hands start to move to the zipper behind me. My mind screams at them to stop as they pull the zipper down.

“Please don’t make me do this?” I beg as I am unable to stop myself.

He waits until the dress in a puddle on the floor before he spoke. His eyes took in the lacey black strapless bra and knickers Daphne has picked out for me to wear. Did she know he would see them?

“If you would have shown me yourself before this. I wouldn’t have to make you.” He says in a cold voice that does not match his hungry expression. He leans down and picks up the dress I just removed, placing it carefully over the arm of the chair.

“I think that is enough testing for one day, kneel so I can take it off.” he says motioning to the floor in front of him. I swallow but do as he says. He gently tilts my head forward and brushes my hair out of his way. It feels odd as the needle is removed from my neck. He places the collar back in its box.

I look back up at him wondering what he wanted from me next. If he removed the collar did he expect me to more with him willingly?

“You may go back to your room.” He says waving his hand to dismiss me. I stand and and reach for the dress. As he sees me reach he slaps my hand away. “I will have it returned to your room later.” He says as his smirk returns to his lips. “I am sure my Death Eaters will enjoy the show.”

I flush a deep red and bite my lip. “You would... let them look?” I ask confused about what he wanted from me.

“Oh I am a jealous man, do not get my wrong. But I am also a vain man. I like others to see what I have, and want it. They just can not touch it. I enjoyed the thoughts of those men tonight, as none of them will never touch you, but I will. Now go to your room unless you want me to touch you tonight.”

Luna-

It was Friday morning and I lay in my bed as I try to make a decision about Zabini. Taking him up on the offer could mean getting valuable information about how to survive in this new world. On the other hand I didn’t trust him any more than I trusted anyone else in my new life. Was trust something that was really needed for this deal to work? Not really, if he asked me to do something I can’t, I just won’t do it. I can end our deal there.

Feeling better that I made the decision I get out of bed and get ready for my day. When I head down to the office Zabini is already there. I notice sitting by his desk is a round metal trash can and a wooden box with a lid. He looks up at me the moment I come into the room and smiles.

“What have you decided?” he asks like he already knows the answer.

“I will take you up on your offer with one final condition. If at any point I feel uncomfortable with the arrangement I have the power to end it.” I say holding my head firmly.

“Only if you understand that ending out arrangement will be final. There will be no going back once it is done.” He counted ready for my stipulation.

“That is agreeable.” I say with a firm nod again.

A smile spread across his face and he gets up from his desk. “We won’t be working on the magazine today.” He says as he picks up the box and trash can. ‘We have a lot of work to do in your flat.” he adds then heads in that direction. I frown as I follow him back up the stairs.

“Bedroom first.” he says as I open the door for him. “And I want keys to the flat, while you are my apprentice you only get so much privacy.” I frown and bite my lower lip. When he sees my face he adds. “It is mostly so I can start waking you in the morning.”

Once we are in my bedroom he opens the wooden box and sets the trashcan on the floor.

“This..” he points to the box. “If for anything that you want to keep for sentimental reasons. I am not totally heartless. But I want to be very clear, anything that goes into the box is not to be worn, or used in front of anyone. Do you understand?”

I nod my head slowly and bite my lip as I watch him walk over to the closet. He starts to go threw all my shoes, tossing some in the trash while others he places next to the closet. When he is done all but two pairs of shoes are in the trash.

“Want to keep anything in this pile?” he asks and I look over it before I take out a pair of bright green trainers. “Put them in the box.” he points and lights the shoes let in the trash can on fire.

We go through the same process with my clothes, which I notice the only things he is keeping are new. I save a few old jumpers that have fond memories attached to them before the rest are burned.

Much to my embarrassment he goes through my underthings and has to stop himself as he realizes I don’t have anything he thinks is worth keeping.

“We need to start a shopping list for my mother. I am not some girl that I want to shop for you, and I obviously can’t trust you to shop for yourself.” I says as he holds up a white cotton bra with a sneer. “I’ll be right back.” he says and heads off to get himself some paper and a quill.

“Lingerie, bedding, soap...” He mumbles to himself as he makes notes while walking threw my flat.

“Why is any of that important. I can kind of understand about the clothes..” I start to ask as he makes his list.

“Shoes, more clothes, makeup...” he looks up from his list and frowns at me. “Because being a pureblood woman you will be held to certain standards. If you ever actually get to the point where you want to bed a man underclothes are as important as outer clothes. So is bedding... and pajamas.” he says as he adds that to the list. “I don’t even want to look at your kitchen, we will handle the full appartment at a later date I think.”

I frown deeply and bite my lip at how he disapproves of every part of me.

“I’ll send this list to my mother and pick us up some lunch. You...” he rubs his chin as he looks be over. “Can start your reading.” he decides with a nod. “On your desk I left some magazines. I want you to read them all in the order I put them on your desk cover to cover.” he says firmly and heads to the door. “Oh give me your keys, I will have copies made while I am out.”

I hand over my keys with a sigh and head down to my desk to look at these magazines he wants me to read. I sneer at the Witch Weeklies I find on my desk. Begrudgingly I open the first and start to read the ten reasons to never wear white robes.

I have finished the third Witch Weekly on my desk by the time he is back. He looks over at me and gives me a smile before he puts a salad down in front of me.

“Keep reading while we eat.” he says and gets comfortable in the chair across from mine.

I open the salad and sigh as I toss the magazine into my read pile. I look at the cover of the next one and realize it is not a Witch Weekly, but a magazine named Play Wizard. I frown as the picture on the front is of a large breasts blond in nothing but Quidditch pabs winking up at me.

I open the cover and start to scan the article inside. I blush at the first title and make sure not to look up at Zabini. The magazine seems to be a mixture of pictures of nude witches, perverted stories, and tips on how to please or get women.

“Why am I reading this?” I ask without looking at him.

“To give you a better idea of how men think about your body.” he answers casually. “I noticed when we went out to the club that you don’t really understand the looks men give you. You need to understand when you were wearing that pink number. You might as well have been one of the witches in that magazine for every man in that club.”

I swallow and blush more deeply before I force myself to look up at him. “You picked it out.” I defended, and he smiled.

“I know, and I will have you wearing other things just like it. You need to understand you are not an innocent little girl any more. You are a woman with a body worth ravaging, and that gives you a certain amount of power. Not over me you understand, but you could have power over Draco if you wanted.”

I shake my head and push the magazine away. “I don’t want power over anyone.” I say softly.

“Than others will always have power over you.” he said casually. “You have to decide what kind of pureblood woman you are going to be. You can either be a plaything and a pawn for men like Pansy or a mistress of your own fate like my mother. I will give you the tools to be either, it will be up to you on which tools you use.” he says with a shrug. “Keep reading.”

I read the rest of the magazines he had given me, including the Play Wizard, without further questions. By the time I am done I hear Zabini talking to someone in the front office. I head out to see who it is and frown as I see the three women all dressed in pink robes.

“Is this our subject?” One of the woman asks Zabini with a flirtatious voice.

He looks over his shoulder and smiles. “yes, I realize you have a lot of work to do, so I will let you girls get to it.” he says and smiles widely at me. “Listen to them and do as they say, I’ll see you tonight.”

“Is he your boyfriend?” The woman asks as she and her cohorts descend on me.

‘No. Who are you?” I ask looking at the women.

“Oh we are here to do hair and makeup.” She says cheerfully. “Where is your bathroom?” She asks looking around the office with a frown.

What seem like hours of hair pulling, tweezing, poking, and scrubbing later I am dressed and the women are on their way out of my flat. Hopefully never to be seen again. I look at myself in the mirror and I can hardly recognize the woman looking back at me. She reminds me of my mother, who was a much more graceful and beautiful woman that I could be.

The dress Malfoy scent is lovely and even on it reminds me of the night’s sky. It is long and formal. It only has one strap that goes over my left shoulder and flows down into the back. It hugs my chest, but is loose and flowing the rest of the way time. It reminds me of an old greek style. The women decided after much debate to leave my hair down, but it shiny and wavy instead of its usual frizzy and dull.

As I am looking at myself and waiting for Malfoy to show up I hear a knock down in the office. I head down thinking Malfoy must be early when I realize that the person is banking on the back door.

When I open the door Ron almost falls into the office.

“What are you doing here? I know Malfoy is going to be here, and what if Zabini hadn’t left yet?” I snap, angry at him for being so reckless.

“I watched Zabini leave hours ago, and I waited for those other witches to come out too.” He added after a moment. “What were they...” he stops as he is suddenly staring at me.

“What is wrong?” I ask looking down at myself and then back up to him.

“You’re a girl.” Is all he says. “Why does that always catch me off guard?” he adds more to himself than to me.

I sigh and look around. “Yes, I am a girl, I have always been a girl. Right now I am an angry girl.” I say and bite my lip. “You have to come up stairs and sneak out after Malfoy picks me up.” I say stomping back up the stairs expecting him to follow me.

When we get to my flat I sit down with him in the living room. “I am sorry for yelling. It was just very stupid of you to come.” I tell him softly.

“I came to try and talk you got of this.” he said with a frown. “Nothing that git could want from you is a good thing.” he points and looks at me before he sighs. “Luna?” he says in a more gentle voice.

“Yes Ronald?” I ask as I look up to him with a tilt of my head.

‘What is wrong with you?” He asked with a deep frown.

I down in answer and confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You used to, when we were at school I mean, you used to have they way about you that was like, you were far off somewhere. Now you are right here in the room and it seems, sad.”

I tuck some hair behind my ear as I think about his question. “I used to watch the colors that play around people, it was a much easier way to... See them. I don’t so it so much any more because, everyone is so much darker, it hurts.”

“Colors?” He asked in confusion as there was a knock at my door. I look to the door and then back at Ron. he nods and heads to the bedroom so he can hide until Malfoy and I are gone. Once I am sure he is safe I open the door.

Malfoy is wearing a three piece suit with open dress robes on over it. He looks dashing and I can see why he has no problem getting the women he wants. His eyes run over me and he lets a wide smile spread across his face.

“I was right, the dress is perfect for you.” he says as he holds his hand out to me. “You look amazing this evening.”

Daphne-

I stuff the small piece of parchment into my purse and try and decide whether I should really deliver it or not. I told Ginny not to seal the letter so that I could read it and make sure it didn’t hold any information she wasn’t supposed to pass to her freaky friend.

It contained no real information at all so there wouldn’t really be a problem with me passing it along. It would just get my so many points with Ginny if I could bring her back a letter. I’ll have Draco read the letter and let him decide. He would be mad if I didn’t let him in on this piece of information anyway.

I sigh and look at myself in the mirror. I picked an almost skin tight black dress for the evening. It looks so very good against my pale skin that I almost turn my self on. Blaise didn't have a hope in hell. I smile and freshen my blood red lipstick before putting the tube in my clutch as well.

Since I am still at Hogwarts we decided I would meet him at his place before going to the show. As I make my way down to the common room I get very agreeable reactions from my male housemates. I pretend to ignore them and head to Slughorn’s office to use the floo.

He is waiting for me when I step through the fireplace and I find myself pressed back against the grate as his lips devour mine.

“Lets skip tonight and just get naked.” he suggest horsely. I moan into his lips but take my head.

“Draco wants us there, and he is the Death Eater.” I point out breathlessly as I push him back. “Down boy.” I add with a smirk.

“Oh? Does that give him some kind of power over our social lives?” He asks as he raises an eyebrow at me.

“Since we both work for the Dark Lord almost directly. I would say it does. Anyway don’t you want to see Lovegood in the dress I picked for her?” I ask with a playful smile.

“Why would I care?” he counters and draws away from me so he can pick up his wallet and wand.

“So you don’t want to fuck the little loon?” I ask as I walk over to a mirror he has in his living room to fix my makeup and hair.

“You are projecting Draco’s lust onto me.” he says as he watches me and pulls a cigarette case from the inside pocket of his tux. “Would I make her scream up against a wall if I had the chance. Sure, she has a sexy little body. But I am not going to actually put work into getting her knickers down.”

I smirk and turn to him. He lights the cigarette with his wand. He takes a long drag from it and lets the dark blue smoke billow from the side of his mouth. I walk over to him and take the smoke so I can take my own drag off of it.

“I am not sure if you are lying to yourself or to me.” I say before I take another hit. “We should get going before he starts wondering where we are.” I say as Blaise takes the cigarette back and draws in more smoke.

“Believe what you like slutmuffin, but if it was Lovegood I wanted, I wouldn’t be standing here with you.”

“I said nothing about you wanting to fuck me.” I say and draw my wand so we can apparate to the theater. “You absolutely want to fuck me too. You are a greedy bastard that way.”

Once we get to the theater I spot the other couples platinum locks without issue. I watch Blaise closely as he takes in Lovegood appearance. I smirk as he obviously enjoys her body in the new dress. I look at her myself and am quite impressed with how well the little blood traitor cleans up.

We greet each other pleasantly and I pull Draco aside under the guise of getting us all drinks before the play starts.

“I want you to read this before I give it to Lovegood.” I say holding the letter out as we walk over to the bar.

“You have something for Luna?” he asks and takes the note from me.

I order everyone drink and wait for him to finish. “She must be starting to trust you.” he said handing the note back with a smile. “You should give her the note before we go to dinner, I want her in a good mood tonight.”

I chuckle and look over at Luna and Blaise talking quietly. “Why so interested in the freak?” I ask as I glance over to him.

“I have my reasons.” is all he would say on the subject. “Though I must admit her perky breasts may have something to do with it” he added with a smirk. “I saw the Dark Lord’s pet the other night. She has perky breasts too, can’t decide which are better.”

I roll my eyes. “Mine of course.” I say with a laugh. “Well Lovegood’s are all yours, but if you even think about touching Ginny’s, I know someone who might have an issue with that.”

He looks me over and smiles. “Yours are quite nice as well now that I think about it.” he said getting himself a good look. “Arrangements have been made so I can teach the little redhead piano over the summer. You should encourage her to take a liking to me.”

I laugh and shake my head. “I think that would be very dangerous for us both.” I say firmly. “keep it in your pants around her.”

“Yes yes mother I will not go seducing the Dark Lord’s bitch.” he says with a wave of his hand.

“Leevy got tortured the other day for calling her that.” I warn him.

“Leevy is a git that called her that in front of the Dark Lord.” He countered as our drinks arrive.

“True.” I admit with a smile

We head back to the other two with the drinks and engage in pleasant conversation as we head up to the Malfoy private box. When I am sure the two men are engaged in conversation about Quidditch I tap Luna’s hand to get her attention.

She was looking down at the crowd in the unfocused way she has about her. She turns to me and her eyes still look as if they are seeing past me. I clear my throat uncomfortably.

“Actually Lovegood, I have something for you.” I say in a very quiet voice. “From a mutual friend of ours.” I add as I take out the letter. Her eyes focus on the letter and she frowns.

“Friend?” She asks as she takes the letter and opens it. Her eyes widen as she realizes who it is from and she quickly puts it in her purse. “I did see you with her that day.” She says more to herself.

She glances over to Draco and Blaise who are still ignoring us for now. “Thank you, it was dangerous of you to do.” She notes and looks back at the people below.

“So I am curious...” I start to get her attention once again. This time she is looking directly at me. “...which one do you like better?”

“Which one of what?” she asked in a confused tone

“Draco or Blaise?” I say as I shake my head at her denisness.

“In what way are you asking?” She asks and looks over to the men and back to me. “I haven't really compared the two.”

“Which one would you rather kiss you?” I ask deciding to go with the PG version for her innocent seeming ears.

“Zabini came here with you tonight, why would I want to kiss him?” She asks still confused.

I sigh seeing I will have to explain the entire thing to the dumb blond if I wanted my answer. “Never mind. New question, how long are you going to make Draco wait for that kiss?” I ask as I try to amuse myself.

“Oh I don’t plan on ever kissing him.” She said with a shrug.

“You and Ginny have so much in common don’t you. Neither of you know how to play the males of our kind.” I say with a sigh.

She looks like she is about to say something when the lights darken and the play starts. As this happens the men decide to stop ignoring us and both move beside their dates.

The rest of the night goes rather boringly and I spend most of it teasing Blaise and Draco under the table to amuse myself. Lovegood doesn’t seem to notice at both men become more and more flustered.

When Blaise and I get back to his flat he throws me against a wall and growls. “You think you are so very cute.” he says in a low voice as his lips attack my neck. “I think I may have to punish you.”

I purr at his words and push my body back against his. “Just because I was nice to you last time, doesn’t mean you will let you be on top this time.”

He grabbed my hair to position my head exactly how he wanted it. “Oh you won't have to let me do anything.” he says close to my ear. “I would prefer you fight.” he says as he nips my earlobe. He pulled me off the wall and bent me over the arm of the couch so he he could unzip my dress.

I only admit to myself how his rough treatment lights the fire within me. Once I am free of the dress I turn back to him and look into his eyes.

“Bad boy!” I snap and slap him across the face. When he is stunned by the action I push him hard enough to send him to the floor so I can climb on top of him. “Keep your hands to yourself unless I tell you otherwise.” I command as I start to remove his jacket, vest and shirt. He smirks up at me and lets me work for now. I know he is only doing this because he wants to be undressed as much as I want to undress him.

Once his chest is free I lean over him and lick his skin before I bite him hard.

“Bitch!” he yells and pushes me off of him.

“You taste good.” I say innocently with a playful smirk.

“You are too dangerous to let free.” he says as he moves over me to pin me to the floor. “No biting me whore.” he says as he looks into my eyes. “Bite me again and I will toss you back to Hogwarts in nothing but your knickers.” he warns lowly.

I pout up at him and bite my lower lip. “You are no fun.” I tease him as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“And I can see how you break all your toys.” he says with a smirk and looks down at my body. “Now where was I?” He asks as one of his hands slip down between us and find his belt buckle. “Oh that is right, I was about to make you scream.” he said with a knowing smile.

He pushes his pants down just enough to free himself. His hand then moves to the thin lace between us and rips it off my body with one firm tug. I can’t help my gasp when I hear the beautiful sound.

When that is out of his way his fingers find other ways to make me gasp and moan.

“You really are too good at that, it should be a sin.” I say breathlessly.

“It is.” he points out as he pulls his hand away and pushes his middle finger into my mouth so I can taste myself on him. I suck on the finger as I try to entice him more. I show him what my mouth could be doing to other parts of his body.

He moans lowly as his imagination goes exactly where I want it to. He lets my other wrist go so he can use the hand to position himself between my legs.

As he thrusts into my body with long slow strides he leans down to whisper in my ear. “I don’t think we are ever actually going to make it to my bedroom.” he says with a dark chuckle.
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