Chapter 1

The stars twinkled high above, moonlight streaming through the open window as the group began to slowly walk through the dark caverns that served as their meeting place, their heads bowed, the hoods of their cloaks pulled up and over to cover their faces, their steps echoing loudly in the silence.

A gentle murmur seemed to slowly stir the amassed crowd, their heads turning to the source of the commotion, a definite shift in the feel of the group, as they watched the small figure enter their midst, slipping easily between the followers gathered, ignoring the slowly passing whispers.

"It seems the Dark Lord has allowed his treasured—companion to join us for the night." One whispered her voice quiet and malicious, a silky smooth coating on her slippery voice as she continued to walk along with the others.

A chuckle could be heard echoing throughout those gathered, their barely concealed glee seeming to poison the air as they made their way closer and closer to the destination.

"Your humor is so very…quaint, lady Nott. Shall I bring your wit to the attention of the Dark Lord? See what he thinks of your…jokes?" asked the youngest amongst them, a smirk crossing his features as the lady backed away from him, disappearing into the crowd, their chuckles and laughter suddenly cut off as though the air in the room had suddenly been sucked out, leaving them breathlessly floating in a void.

The young man pulled his hood back, allowing his hair to remained mussed as he looked over the gathering, his grey eyes cold and haunting as he looked over each and every one of them, his pale face seeming to mimic the moonlight that shone from the windows, casting shadows and shapes against the masonry. Draco Malfoy stood silently by the door, his body clothed in black, a sheen of silver and gold shimmering as the light from outside his the expensively crafted cloak, a gift from the Dark Lord. The others stood back to look at him, their eyes narrowed in jealousy, disgust and hate radiating from their eyes, their faces perfectly crafted masks of indifference as they looked over the young Malfoy heir.

They hated him. Hated how he could cause them to feel fear with just a quickly placed comment, disgusted at how he could arouse them with a gently seductive whisper in their ears, a look of indifference that seemed to cause them to whither in that austere gaze. Whispers filled the dark hall. Rumors and lies spreading like fire in a dry field; "Have you heard the things he does with our Lord?" "Did you know that he…" "Yes, but did you know…" slowly building as though the boy were not even present, their delusions so strong, the impulse too seductive to stop their chatter. The boy allowed them their depravity, his grey eyes impassive as he listened to the slowly approaching steps, a smirk curving his lips as he turned to look at them. The foreign footsteps echoed throughout the hall, all eyes turning to look at another cloaked figure, flanked by one other, their magic causing pause in the crowd, the words frozen in their mouths.

The blonde looked over his escorts, his grey orbs turning to ice as he felt their eyes on him. "Come." One said; swiftly turning to the way they had come, allowing the sleeves of his robes to fall over his hands. The material, dark and flowing was still unable to hide the shaking that caused his hand tremors, as he opened the door for the young man as he walked past him and into the corridor, seemingly swallowed by darkness. The other cloaked figure led him silently through the hallways, their footsteps echoing through the darkness as they moved, neither of them willing to break the comfort of silence.

Draco allowed his mind to wander, his thoughts traveling, conjuring up ideas that swam in his head, playing across his consciousness as he allowed his body to wander paths embedded in his memory. It still wasn't fair, he thought briefly, his head downcast as he allowed himself these thoughts. 'it never would be though. Father and Sev would only allow so much and then they would turn against it, be done with it. Life was already tainted enough with this darkness 'even as he thought his, his chest filled with ice, his heart seeming to beat slower as he looked over the darkness that seemed to swallow all that it touched. He flexed his hand, looking at the pale skin as it shifted over the fine bones that he knew lay underneath. Darkness had already claimed his soul long before the Dark Lord had claimed his body, leaving nothing left but the notion of youth that clung to him.

His head jerked up as the two older men stopped, their faces turned toward him as to usher him into the large bedchamber, one taking the initiative and stepping into the room, his head bowed as he knelt before the man in the chair. The Dark Lord sat in the large upholstered chair, his back to the door so his hands were the only visible part of him. The man knelt next to his hand, whispering quietly to the man before he stood to his feet, motioning his partner to bring the boy into the room. Draco walked of his own volition into the spacious room, kneeling in the middle of the floor as opposed to entering and kneeling at the man's hand. The Dark Lord chuckled, standing from his seat, the dark robe that hugged his shoulders, draped sensuously down his muscled body, as he stood before the boy, his feet covered by finely crafted leather shoes.

"This gentlemen, is the finest specimen of breeding and nobility; a compilation of manners and knowledge in the old ways. Crucio." He said gently, watching as the man who had dared kneel at his hand crumpled to the ground, a scream already escaping from his throat as waves upon waves of pain coursed through his body. Releasing the man from the curse, the Dark Lord waited until the man had crawled to his knees, panting heavily as he used his hands to steady himself.

"Draco." The Dark Lord cooed, his voice raspy but not unpleasant, as he ran a human hand through the fine blonde strands, reveling in the feel of the silken hair filtering through his hands.

"Yes, my lord?" questioned the blonde, his tone obedient to a fault, his head remaining bowed.

"How shall I deal with this…dissenter?" asked the man, his blood red eyes taking in the shaking of the cowering man.

"However you wish, my lord? Who am I to tell you how to treat your followers?" asked the blonde, feeling the shift in the air.

"Excellent answer, my little Dragon. Come, stand by my side." Commanded the man, holding out his hand to the teen.

The blonde accepted the hand, standing to his feet, his eyes meeting those of the Dark Lord's, his breath catching as the man Voldemort used to be was gone. His body was reformed, renewed. The nose defined, with salt and pepper hair covering his head in thick waves, his bloody red eyes as strong and vibrant as they had been at his resurrection. The dark lord ignored the reaction for now, though his eyes betrayed him, amusement dancing in those rose colored orbs.

"Get out Gervaise. You have been spared for today." Said the man, pulling motioning the man away from him, as he pulled the blonde closer.

Draco allowed himself to be manhandled, molding his body closer to the hard body of the dark lord, his smooth lithe muscles sliding seductively into place against that of the older man. Voldemort turned to look at the young man, a smirk as he lifted the blonde into his arms, holding the warm body close to his.

"My, my little Draco," cooed the Dark Lord, running his hands over the cloak he had gifted the young man, watching as the blonde shivered against him. "How've you grown, since the last time I saw you. You become more beautiful every day."

The blonde scoffed, turning his head away as he placed on the man's chest, his pianist fingers splayed playfully over the dark lord's chest. "Please my lord, flatter doesn't suit you." Said the blonde, looking at the man with sharp grey eyes.

Instead of responding with anger, the dark lord, smirked, gingerly settling the boy on the bed, pulling the cloak from his body, revealing tight fitting leather pants and nearly sheer white shirt, his unsettling red eyes roving over the body underneath his own. The blonde looked up at the man, a whisper of fear in his grey eyes, quickly hidden by a veneer of indifference. The dark lord caught the emotion, his eyes sharpening on the look before he nuzzled the blonde's neck almost affectionately. "As fear does not suit you." He whispered, his raspy seeming to catch on the blonde's skin, making him shiver.

Draco looked at the older man, his grey eyes taking in the darkness of the red eyes, the expression that lay deeply within those orbs. "Yes, my lord." He whispered.

"Your innocence is a gift only for your lord," whispered Voldemort, his large hands undressing the boy slowly, "and I am honored to receive it."

Draco started at the language, a blush crossing his cheeks as he looked at the man, at a loss for words. The dark lord leant forward, and like a teenager, captured his lips in a clumsy kiss, reveling in the feel of his lips on his, the stillness of the moment. The dark lord unclothed him, worshipping his body, showering it with kisses, nips and tongue, reverently taking the virgin boy, as though he was the darkness that he and his followers praised. All the while, tears ran down his cheeks, bathing his face first in pain, than in confusion.

Laying there, sated, the dark lord pulled the blonde closer, looking over the pale body littered with bruises, a satisfied smile taking over his face as he slowly sat up, walking leisurely to his chair, sitting naked as he watched the boy from his vantage point, his dark eyes taking in the lithe muscles heaving as the boy tried to recover from his sudden orgasm, the gasps and moans as he rode out his (likely) first orgasm. "Marvelous." Purred Voldemort, opening the curtains to reveal the sunrise, watching as the rosy light danced along the boy's pale flushed skin, the ribs expanding and contracting with each breath.

Catching his breath, Draco sat up slowly, wincing as he felt the sting in his back, feeling liquid seep slowly from between his thighs and on to the sheets, the creamy essence tinted pink with virginal tearing.

"Milord?" whispered Draco, hesitantly reaching up, for the first time unsure of how he was expected to act, the shy child that he was rearing its head. Voldemort took his hand, pulling him from the bed along with the sheets, pressing him into his chest, reveling in the feel of his smooth skin on his own time roughened one, allowing the boy to rest against him, feeling him breath.

Voldemort ran his fingers through the teen's hair, watching as the sun rose higher into the sky, casting his chambers in pink light, bathing his young courtesan in rays of warmth."You will carry my heir, my prince of darkness. You, a scion of nobility and purity will bear him to me and rule by my side." said the dark lord, his fingers caressing the boy's abdomen, as though he could feel the magic of a child.

Draco's eyes widened, his breath hitched in his throat, as the dark lord's hand gently rubbed his stomach, fear flashing in his eyes. Pulling the sheets closer to his body, he dare not try to wiggle out of the older man's grasp, in fear of the punishment. Slowly, Voldemort let go of the boy, watching as he looked up at him. "You should dress. Your classes begin within days, and I have little time to….entertain you properly." he said, a mischievous smile making its way on to his face as he set the boy on the bed, pulling his robe tight and tying it, winking as he left the room allowing the door to shut behind him, his voice sounding just outside the door, commanding those outside to leave him be for the time being.

Draco shook his head, standing on wobbly legs and collecting his clothing, hating the feeling of fluid slowly slipping from his body, and down his leg. The door opened slowly, revealing the potionsmaster, his dark eyes taking the disheveled boy, his lip curling at the smell in the room, sex tainted with blood.

"I'm sure your father will be pleased to know you saved yourself." He said, his voice smooth as expensive port, sliding down a throat, warm and silky, a heady tang.

Draco winced again, looking at his godfather as he slowly sat down on the bed, breathing deeply as he looked at himself, feeling disgust slowly worm its way into his heart, causing him to doubt himself and his decisions. Severus watched the boy, his own thoughts bogged down by the young man's actions, before he shook himself from his thoughts, gently lifting the boy into his arms, feeling him nuzzle close to seek comfort.

"Oh, Draco, silly little dragon." Said the man, rubbing the boy's back, feeling more than hearing as the sobs began to shake his diminutive frame.

"I'm so sorry Sev." Sobbed the boy, burying his face into the man's robes, the façade of strength he had erected around himself crumbling quickly under the weight of his own shame. "I just thought if….if he could use me, than…"

"Shhhhh." The man shushed him, wiping his tears with the pad of his thumb, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he moved his finger. "None of that now; what is done, cannot be undone. You must live with this now." He whispered, pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead, before wrapping him in a cloak, allowing him to stand.

Draco nodded, sniffling, before standing tall, arranging his clothing around his lithe body, pulling the cloak's hood over his head, before slipping on his shoes. Nodding briefly at his godfather, they stepped into the corridor, the blonde wobbling slightly, only to steady himself a moment later, ignoring those that might have gathered in the hall early that morning.

Severus sneered at them, watching as they scurried away from the two as they walked through the hallways toward a separate suite of rooms, silently slipping inside. Draco sat quickly on the chair, sighing, as he lifted his feet on to the footstool, allowing his head to drift back against the headrest, his grey eyes slipping closed as exhaustion pulled at him, dulling his senses.

Severus shook his head, rummaging through his cache of potions, finding the pain killing potion and a muscle relaxant. Walking slowly toward the younger man, he knelt next to him, gently brushing the fine blonde strands from the boy's face, watching as he stirred at the warmth. "Papa Sev?" he questioned sleepily, rubbing his eyes like a child, before looking at him inquisitively.

"Take these, they will make you feel better." Said the man ,holding the potions and tilting the liquid into the boy's mouth, watching as he swallowed slowly, his eyes drooping closed as sleep began to once again claim him.

The older man sighed, placing the vials down and carefully cradling the boy close, lifting him into his arms, and apparating away to Hogwarts.