Author's Note: Hey everyone! I know this isn't my usual story; instead, it is a collaboration with my good friend Davros Fan. We spent months writing this fanfic together and we hope you enjoy it!
Colin Creevey watched his master, Draco, from afar. They were in the backyard; Colin was supposed to be off with the other slaves, capturing muggle-borns to torture. But Colin found watching Draco work out was much more interesting. At current, Draco was taking a jog around the yard – shirtless. Colin loved it when he was shirtless. It showed it off his ripped abs and hairy chest. Colin often spent his time ditching his duties to watch his master.
Ever since the war ended and his favorite boy wizard – Harry Potter – died, Colin was crushed and needed to find ways to survive. He knew that being a muggle-born, he would be the first to go. It was then that he learned Draco Malfoy was due to take over for his father, who had perished in the war. Colin knew only what Harry described about Draco, and thought of him as a weak-link to attach himself to. How wrong he was!
Not only was Draco much stronger than Harry made him out to be, but he was also ruthless, and would seemingly do anything to get back within the Dark Lord's inner circle. But Draco was also powerful and this attracted Colin to him. Colin wanted it to be known to Draco that he would do anything for him; he was always volunteering for tasks and offering to go places with him. Sometimes Draco would let him tag along while other times – well, Draco had a short temper that would get Colin beatings for being a suck-up. But Colin didn't mind. He knew that out of all Draco's slaves, he was definitely more appreciated.
"Creevey?"
Colin jumped out of his stupor. He was so busy day dreaming about Draco, that he hadn't realized that he was spotted by his master – who was headed his way. Colin stood straight up and didn't dare run. Those that ran away had the Cruciatus Curse placed on them. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the others?" Draco said, stopping just in front of Colin.
"Yes, my lord," Colin said, trying not to let his eyes drift to Draco's glistening chest.
"Well? Why aren't you with them, then?" Draco asked angrily, taking the shirt that was shoved in his pocket and using it as a rag to wipe his face. He ran it over his hair as well, slicking it slightly back. Draco hasn't slicked his hair back in years – in fact, he generally had it down and hanging just below his ears. It was very becoming.
"There were already ten slaves going. I thought you might like a hand here with the captives you already have," Colin said, rambling off the excuse he always prepared should he ever get caught. So far, this has been his first time. Draco glared at Colin with disgust.
"That is not for you to decide, boy!" Draco yelled, shouldering Colin as he walked passed him, pushing him to the ground. "But now that you're here, you might as well be useful. Follow me!" And with that said, he headed towards the back of the carriage house, where the newly caught captives were held.
Colin scrambled to his feet as fast as he could and followed Draco from behind, running to try and catch up. He wasn't running too fast though; he always loved walking behind Draco when he was shirtless for many reasons. First off, his shoulders were just a ripped as his chest, and second, he had a very intricate tattoo of a snake on his back. The head started at the base of his right shoulder and crossed his back and ended just below the top of his boxers, which were sticking just outside of his sweats.
They reached the carriage house. Draco waved his wand to light the lamps; the house filled with a soft glow. Colin looked around – he hadn't been in there in a couple of weeks; he's mostly been working with the older ones down in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. Colin could remember when he was first brought to the carriage house – he remembered how scared he was. But he also remembered being the only captive who didn't beg to be let go, who didn't cry to be brought back to their families, for Colin was without parents. They had been killed shortly after the battle of Hogwarts. In fact, Colin had been looking to get captured by Draco's men, to be brought here and live under the protection of Draco, even if it meant being a slave. But it hasn't been all bad. Colin did everything asked of him, and more. This is what set him apart from the others, what got him noticed, why he was here now, and not being mercilessly beaten for disobeying his master.
There were at least ten captives in there, all women, except two men. The women looked to be around sixteen, the men in their late twenties. They passed a cell where two of the women were huddled together. One was blonde, with hair passed her knees and dreaded. She was dirty looking, and her dress was ripped, showing parts of her thighs and hips. The other had shoulder length hair, dirty brown in color. She was a little cleaner than her companion, but her shirt was ripped along the neckline, and she had holes in the knees of her pants. They cowered at the sight of Draco. Draco and Colin stopped in front of this cell.
"Creevey, go fetch some water for these two. They look parched," Draco said, giving the girls a malicious smile. They didn't smile back. Colin ran to where the water was kept and filled two tankards with it. He waited by Draco for the next set of instructions.
Noticing Colin, Draco grabbed the two tankards, barked at him to open the door, and stepped inside. Walking right up to the girls, he set the drinks down in front of them and smiled once more. "Well go on," he said with humor, "you two must be awfully thirsty. It's not poison, I promise." Draco added, watching the two exchange nervous glances. "I wouldn't put in all this effort to capture you if I was just going to poison you."
The two exchanged glances once more before slowly bending down for the drinks. Once the cups were retrieved, they each threw back their water, drinking it messily, as though they hadn't drunk in weeks. Draco watched them with satisfaction. Colin watched Draco. He started getting nervous, for he knew that look. He knew he wouldn't do anything to sabotage Draco's efforts at obtaining the throne. But at the same time, there was a little part of him that wished he could warn the girls.
"I bet that felt good, eh?" Draco said, smiling at the girls after they lowered their tankards. They didn't say anything, but instead nodded their heads. "Good! But wait a minute, you still look like you could use a little more," Draco said, a mock frown upon his face. He turned to the girl with dreaded hair. "Are you still thirsty?" He asked.
The girl looked a little confused, but shook her head. This just made Draco smile more. "Are you sure? You can ask for seconds. Go ahead, ask." Draco said. When the girl didn't say anything, Draco's eyes narrowed and he stepped forward and grabbed her by her hair, making her squeal, and dropping her cup. The other girl screamed as well, covering her mouth in fright. "I said, ask me for more," he whispered aggressively in her ear.
"I need more!" She cried out, tears running down her face. "Please, I'm thirsty!"
"Well now, who am I to deny someone something they need?" Draco said, letting go of the girl's hair. She stepped back from Draco, her eyes never leaving the floor. She started to bend down to retrieve the cup, when Draco caught her by the elbow. "Oh no, sweetie, I have a special drink for you!" Draco said, linking his arm around the girl's and pulling her up to a standing position. The girl looked at Draco with frightened eyes.
"Keep an eye on the other one Creevey, while I quench this one's thirst," Draco said, leading the girl to another room at the end of the carriage house. Once Draco and the girl disappeared behind the door, Colin turned to the other girl, a look of urgency on his face.
"I suggest you block your ears," Colin said, not wanting her exposed to what was about to happen.
"What?" She said in a hoarse voice. She peered around Colin as she heard her companion gasp. "Maria?" She cried out with concern. But Colin jumped and covered her mouth before she could do anymore damage. She twitched in fright at the gesture.
"I'm not looking to hurt you! But if you call out, he's only going to make it ten times worse for her!" Colin said, watching the door in fear. Draco must have forgotten to shut the door all the way, because they could hear every word that was being said.
"Well go on, what are you waiting for? Take it." Draco said.
"Please, I just want to get back to my sister! I'm not thirsty –"
"Not thirsty? Were you not begging me out there for something to drink?"
"No, but – well, I suppose, but –"
"Well then go on! Take it!" Draco yelled, and he could hear Maria gag as something was shoved in her mouth. It was at this point that Colin roughly covered the other girl's ears. He didn't want her to have to go through the pain of hearing her sister being raped. "That's right, take it all in," Draco said. Then just a few minutes later, "what's that? You've had your fill? Well then, let us try something new!"
"Oh no," Colin whispered, for he knew Draco's routine by heart. Any minute now, the poor girl's screams would be heard throughout the carriage house as Draco took complete advantage of her. As it was, Colin wished he had a wand to cast a silencing charm so that Maria's sister wouldn't be able to hear, for his hands blocking her ears only did so much. Unfortunately, everyone who entered Malfoy Manor as a slave had their wand taken away; so poor Colin could do nothing while Maria's screams rented the air.
After what felt like hours, and trying to calm down the sister, the screams had subsided, and nothing but sobbing could be heard as Draco left the room, a satisfied grin on his face. Colin jumped away from the girl before he could be caught comforting her. "Where is the other girl, my lord?" Colin asked, for she was not following in his wake.
"Oh she won't be leaving that room for a while. She's not dead or anything," Draco said exasperatedly as the sister let out a sob. "She'll come out when the time is ready. Now, follow me Creevey, and let us prepare for the new arrivals." Draco said, walking right pass the girl and back out the doors. Colin looked at the girl apologetically once more, before closing and locking her cell door. He ran after Draco.
"You amaze me sometimes, Creevey." Draco said as they entered the Manor.
"My lord?" Colin asked, both amazed and startled at the same time.
"I saw you comforting that girl's sister. What you need to understand, boy, is that they don't need comforting. They aren't humans like me," Draco said.
"They are humans. They just have different blood," Colin said, knowing full well the consequences of what he just said. Draco stopped abruptly and turned around. He got right up in Colin's face, displaying a very angry look.
"Look here, you little shit! I decide who is worthy enough to be humans and who's not, not you! You understand?" Draco said, his chest rising with emotion.
"I understand, my lord. I'm sorry," Colin said, not bothered in the slightest at Draco's anger towards him. It got Draco to notice him at the very least.
"Being sorry is for wussies. Remember that," Draco said, and with that, he continued on his way. Colin smiled at the back of Draco's head. Getting prepared for the new arrivals with Draco was going to be interesting to say the least.
