I do not own a single character or theme from Harry Potter. This is all J.K. Rowling's doing. But I will take credit for my silly little plot and random theories.
Warning: Adult content throughout chapters. If you are easily offended I suggest you turn back now and find a story that will be more to your liking.
Draco's POV
Chapter One
I had just walked into my room and crawled under my covers when I heard my name being called from the doorway. Damn. I had forgotten, in my utter exhaustion, to close and lock the door. On the other hand I could have done both…I shake my head, tossing away the oncoming argument with myself. I'm too tired.
"Draco, baby," My Aunt pouts as I throw the covers off myself and slump to my feet. As soon as I situate myself into my usual stance, her lips form into a twisted smirk. It's familiar. I think at one point in my life I might have worn it. For all I know I could have used it last year on Potter but I don't remember. That was life times ago.
"What do you want," I spit out. I may be tired, but I would never let my Aunt know that, even though it's written plainly across my features. You just have to catch a glimpse of the dark circles under my eyes to know that I haven't slept a whole night since I ran away from school.
"Oh not too friendly," she smiles as she saunters into the room. I roll my eyes. I already deal with her all day; I shouldn't have to until morning.
"Did you come here with a particular purpose in mind or can I go back to bed?"
"Oh did I wake the poor ittie baby? Pity," Her smirk widens as she draws her wand and teases it across my collarbone. "Perhaps if I demonstrate a little bit of what we practiced this morning," She whispers into my ear, sending goosebumps to spread over my whole body. "You'll be a little more…alert?"
My whole body freezes up but I will myself to remain calm even though my heart is racing. I know exactly what she's capable of. After all she's spent the last couple of weeks teaching me. And I know she's not bluffing, for I have been under the mercy of her wand more times then I would care to count.
"I'm awake Aunt Bellatrix," I say, with a little less confidence then I would have liked to say it with. She shrugs.
"Our Lord probably wouldn't have wanted you a blubbering mess at the moment anyways," she says taking a step away from me. My mind jumps when she says that. Is that why she's here? Does he wish my presence? And If so, why? More practice on my Cruciatus curse? I really hope not. House elves are one thing, but lately he has had me torture people for him. I believe he finds more joy in the act when he gets to see me struggle at the same time. In other words, killing two birds with one stone.
"Is ittie Draco scared?" She shrieks with laughter at this. The sound makes the hair on my neck stand strait up. "Well we mustn't keep our Lord any longer," she says with a wicked smile after a moment of awkward silence where I battled with myself and let my mask of confidence, or what's left of it, slip.
I wait a few minutes after she leaves the room until I decide to follow. I peak out from behind the door to see that she was already half way down the corridor. So she wouldn't notice if I hung my head for a moment and stumble in my own anxiety of being summoned specifically by Vol-Him.
I glare at my feet for once again chickening out to say his bloody name. Fucking Potter could do it, why bloody well couldn't I?
Hmm, That was another matter for another day. Right now I had to gather my bearings. Pretend that this was exciting and an honor instead of terrifying and practically a death sentence. I glare harder at my feet then notice I'm in socks. Bloody hell! I'm going to go before The Dark Lord for the second time in my whole life in socks!
"No big deal," I tell myself. I then look up and notice I'm already at the staircase.
"Hurry up," my Aunt hisses from the bottom. "We haven't got all night!" I nod and quickly make my way down the stairs. Thankfully I didn't loose my footing or anything embarrassing like that. 'But what would it matter?' I think to myself. It's my house. If I want to trip down the stairs and break every bone in my body then that's my business.
"And if I wear socks, that's fine too" I grumble. Aunt Bellatrix raises an eyebrow at my muttering to myself but I ignore her because if I want to talk to myself and be a mad hatter, I can! Oh I'm loosing it now I think to myself as I try my best to gather my wits together.
I loose myself in my thoughts yet again and don't even notice where we're going. Usually we're in the dining room when we have our little gatherings but right now I'm standing at the dungeon doors. My eyes invulnerably widen in alarm. Never had I been allowed anywhere near this door. I have only glimpsed it five or six times in my whole life maybe not even that and here I was standing before it.
My Aunt gives me a once over and grins like a Cheshire cat. I imagine that she can read my every emotion, thought, and fear.
"After you." She pushes the door open and gives me a shove into the room. I slip on the dampened floor but manage to just barely catch myself and it's a good thing to. For every eye is on me.
I look around the enclosure. Masked strangers are seated in a ring all facing me. I turn around, hopeful to see my Aunt but already she has entered the room and seated herself among the others.
"Ah Draco." My heart stops at that very second as my eyes trace the direction of the voice. In a high backed chair, (it looked like the chair that once sat in my father's study) Sat Him. I caught a fleeting glance of his crimson eyes before I directed my eyes to the floor.
There's an awkward silence for what seemed like ages. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to say something…anything. But I decided I would keep to my lessons my father had drilled in my head: Never speak unless spoken to. After all, he had taught me such things for a reason, didn't he? 'To ready me for this very moment, perhaps', I think.
"Tell me something, Draco," He hisses with a direct air of amusement. I look up for a moment just to catch a calculating gleam in his eyes. "What is today?" It takes a moment for my brain to boot up and give me a correct answer.
"The 5th of June, My Lord," I say in one gulp of air. He nods and looks to his right where I suppose my father or mother would be sitting.
"You turn 17 today, do you not?" My brows knit together for a moment and I think to myself if it's true. Can today be my birthday? I guess it is. Curious. I've never forgotten my birthday ever before. It has always been my favorite holiday, even better than Christmas (For Christmas was celebrating someone else's birthday). Has my life become so habitual that I forgot such significant details? I wonder.
"Draco!" The Dark Lord's hiss brings me back to earth and for a moment my cheeks tinge with a mixture of embarrassment and fear before draining of all color.
"Y-yes, My Lord," I stammer. "Today is my birthday." He smiles a cold lip-less smile and motions for me to come closer. I don't even think, I just move a few feet towards him, and hope I didn't more too slow, too fast, too far, or too short a distance.
"You are now considered a man, Draco." I nod while I stare at the hems of his robe, not really sure what else to do. "And since you are a man, I have decided to give you a little something to commemorate the occasion." I took this moment to look up at him, not quite sure what to make of this. Never in all my years have I ever heard of anyone receiving something from the dark Lord, unless you count the Cruciatus.
"Bella!" One of the masked strangers stood and bowed to Voldemort. "Bring the boy his…gift." He says with a dismissive flick of his wrist. She bows once more and disappears into the shadows. I stand, absentmindedly towing the cold stone with my now blackened sock.
In a matter of seconds, which felt more like decades under The Dark Lord's cold, hard stare, my Aunt came back dragging what looked like…a person?
Yes! It was definitely a person, to be more exact a girl. She was struggling against her binding and crying out but her cries were silenced. There was a bit of a struggle before Bellatrix threw her down to the ground in a deafening thunk of her body hitting the hard stone floor. I willed myself not to wince instead I took a moment to look her over.
She wore a plain white shirt, much like the ones at Hogwarts and lacy white knickers. I don't linger on them too long, my eyes are transferred to her hair. It's like waves of fire flowing down her body and framing her heart shaped freckled face…freckled? At that moment my brain kicks into over drive. She's-she's…
"Weasley!" I shriek absolutely beside myself in horror and disbelief.
"Ah, so you know the filthy blood traitor." I nod indistinctly as I gape at her. She looks up at me for a moment, silent tears streaking her reddened face. She then turns away sharply and stairs at the ground.
"Ye-no. I've seen her a few times before," I say, stumbling for the correct answer. "But what do you want me to do with her" I ask this before I even had a chance to think. Right away I knew I was in trouble. I should have never asked anything. But instead of the nerve splitting pain I could have sworn would come an effortless chuckle filled my ears.
"You are to have your way with her, Draco." I looked up at him in disbelief. But I knew the answer was not merely an answer, it was a command. My mind raced. They didn't expect me to do it right here, did they? I couldn't really believe they expected me to do it at all. The queer icy sound of Voldemort's laugh brang me back from my thoughts.
"If you do not fuck the pretty little thing, I'm sure I could find someone else." He gestured to the rest of the room. My face paled and I looked down at the littlest Weasley. She was once again looking up at me. It sickened me to see fear in her eyes. But what was I to expect? Maybe my eyes held the same emotion.
At that moment I felt as if we were in the same situation. A million against us. And for that moment I made up my mind that it would be better for me to take her then for one of these maniacs rape her. But what was the difference? She didn't want me and she didn't want them. Too be perfectly honest I didn't want her but then my eyes scanned over her and I took that as a lie. She was rather pretty for a Weasley.
Shaking my head of all unnecessary thoughts I took a deep breath and knelt beside her. Then all of a sudden whatever spell was placed on her was lifted and I could hear her whimpers. I bit my bottom lip and thought of what I could do. Coming up with a quick plan (even though I was ready to piss my pants and was still out of my mind with exhaustion) I leaned forward, my mouth inches away from her ear.
"Listen, Weasley…I don't want to do this but you heard him. It's them or me. Do you understand?" She nodded. I nod, myself, and quickly untie her bindings to try and prove to her that I'm really not that bad "Ok so I'm going to start to touch you." Right away she tenses up and I can see her eyes darting around the room looking for a possible way out. "I promise I won't hurt you." She nodded once again however with less vigor.
I gently ushered her to lie down and began to deliberate the quickest way to get this over with and still making it as…well ok for her as possible. Taking another deep breath and blinking the tiredness out of my eyes I began to work my hands up her blouse.
She shivered under my almost non-existent touch. I could literally feel the goosebumps forming on her milky-white flesh. She sucked in a breath as I lightly grazed the crevice of her breasts. Tenderly, I placed my hands over her silky mounds and gave a little squeeze. Another tiny sigh was then heard. I smirked and continued working my magic.
Boldly, I moved on top of her so that I straddled her middle. I gave her a small, almost non-existent smile, silently promising that she would come out of this ok and that she might even enjoy it a bit.
I pinched her already hardening nipples knowing that it would emit a moan from her. I smirked openly and thrust against her.
"Yeah you like that, you little whore." Her warm chocolate colored eyes darkened and she looked as if she were on the brink of tears. Never in my life had I felt so dirty. But it didn't matter right now. I either did what was asked of me, or paid the consequences. I think she sort of understood that. I at least hope she did.
Sliding my hands from beneath her blouse I moved to her white lacy panties. They looked so clean, so pure against the soiled stone hearth. Something inside me just had to touch them, feel the soft cotton. My index finger skimmed across the waistband then zigzagged down lower earning me a rather throaty moan. Without hesitation I lowered my hand in-between her milky thighs and found what I was anticipating. She was soaking through her knickers.
I hummed in pleasure as I began to rub against her.
"No! Please don't," she begged, pushing my hands away from her most intimate parts. This was the first time she had spoken. Biting my bottom lip in irritation, I guessed that I would have to do this the hard way if she wasn't going to go along with it. Even if she did understand my predicament, I should have known, her being a ruddy Gryffindor, that she wouldn't just let me take advantage of her.
Taking her hands in a firm grip, I raised them up above her head and began to rock against her. I could feel myself hardening with every thrust until it was almost painful but it wasn't my time yet. This had to be about her even if she was struggling against me.
Abruptly, I stopped thrusting against her.
"Let go of me, please Malfoy, please" she sobbed out. I groaned, half in frustration and half in arousal. I wanted to let go of her hands, and trust that she wouldn't move them but I knew she wouldn't comply. Instead I placed Incarcerous on her and resumed what I had been doing.
I placed my hands on the waistband of her knickers once again only this time I didn't move over them but under them.
Softly I ran my middle finger over her soft folds and felt a quiver of anticipation. Teasingly, I rubbed over her until she was writhing under me.
"Please, you don't want to do this!" She pleaded once more. She was right. I didn't want to do this. But what choice did I have? Ignoring her protests, I began to lower the lacy garment just to her knees, making sure not to expose too much of her to anyone.
The sight was enchanting that not one of these monsters should ever get to see such a display of beauty. Her dark red curls were dampened with her arousal, the arousal that I had caused.
She began to squirm away and lock her legs together but before she could entirely I cupped her in my palm just so I could feel everything.
Her lush pink lips formed a perfect 'o' as she groaned and thrust upwards. She looked at me in horror, mad at me for causing her body to react and possibly mad at herself for reacting.
I pulled back and began to work my middle finger once again, rubbing against her slit a few more times until her chest heaved with her labored breathing. Then when I thought she would go mad with anticipation I thrust my finger into her earning a loud, sharp gasp.
Waiting a few moments, I let her get comfortable with the new sensation however that second was all it took for me to notice that we weren't alone. Instinctively my cheeks flushed with embarrassment but I quickly slipped my mask of composure back on and blocked out the stares I was receiving.
Moving my finger a little deeper I felt what I had been dreading from the very beginning. She was still a virgin. During all of this I tossed the idea around in my mind wondering how it mattered to me. It really wasn't my business…well it was but I shouldn't care.
It was just the what little of a conscience I had left was going to make sure I felt plenty of guilt for this little performance, I was sure of it. But if she wasn't a virgin that at least meant I wasn't really taking something from her. But since my life sucked, and my luck sucked even more she was a virgin and I would have to live with the guilt.
Her body trembled with her orgasm. I blinked in surprise for a moment, not sure what was happening. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even remember actually pleasuring her.
She looked up at me with dreamy chocolate eyes filled with confusion, anger and something else I couldn't actually read. I locked my eyes with hers and tried to explain what was to come next. The tears that she had been holding back spilled down her cheeks quietly but being the Gryffindor she was, she didn't go down with out a fight. She began to wriggle and twist as best as she could, keeping me away from her completely.
Sighing, I chanced a glance up at the man who was making me do this. I caught his lip-less, mouth twisted up in a cruel sneer. My eyes narrowed. He was enjoying this. The sick bastard! He loved to see me squirm doing something so heartless. But could that really be it? Why not just have me torture her. Well perhaps I was supposed to be torturing her…but he could openly see that I wasn't. So why not stop me and have one of his lackeys step in?
I shook my head a few times and focused back on what's her face. God I didn't even know her name. Gina? Jenny? Oh, my mind is so fogged with arousal I can hardly think strait, all the reason to speed this all up.
Without another thought I began to unfasten my belt. Surprisingly, my hands didn't even shake and it only took a mere second before I was already unbuttoning my trousers and unzipping the zipper. I pulled them to my knees and grabbed the elastic band of my boxers. Quickly, I chanced a glance at her only to see her eyes fixated on me. Not my hands or the bulge in my boxers, but me. I quickly looked away. I've never had someone look at me while everything was going on below me.
Taking a gulp of air I pulled my pants down in one fluid motion and willed myself not to blush. I already felt enough shame; I didn't need to embarrass myself further by showing such a weak emotion. And to think I was worried about not wearing shoes.
My eyes traveled back to her, only to see that she had tired herself out and was now laying still. I exhaled the breath I didn't know I was holding and made my way closer to her.
Prying her legs open, I forced myself to rest in-between her thighs. I then locked eyes with her. I made sure the showed no emotion. She looked back up at me but then turned away as fresh tears began to spill down her cheeks. I told myself not to care, just like I told myself not to care about the house elves that I practice on but house elves never show emotions like humans.
When they do something, they seem almost grateful; it's pathetic. But at least it doesn't hurt me so much when I see them suffer but this did hurt, a lot. But being who I am, or trying to be who I'm suppose to be, I take that emotion and lock it away while I position myself onto her entrance and begin to move into her.
I'm sorry I think to myself and thrust into her, tearing her virginity to shreds. She cries out in obvious pain then bites her bottom lip until it begins to bleed. 'I don't care, I don't care, I don't care', I tell myself over and over again as I once again wait for her to get use to me being in her. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she catches my attention and nods. I groan in anticipation. I really have no idea I was able to control myself for this long but I'm glad I did, for her sake I suppose.
Slowly, I inch out of her then without a second's warning I ram back into her. She cries out again, but this time it's with a hint of delight. I smirk and try the process over again. This time she does something even more surprising. She arches her back and meets me mid thrust. And oh god did it feel good.
I whisper a moan and thrust again, needing to feel that feeling again. After a few more times we begin a steady rhythm of our bodies pushing and pulling against each other. All the while I am blissfully aware of every single sound she makes. Every sigh, moan, and scream. Every sound brings me closer and closer to my own release.
"I…oh, yes, yes" She whimpers as my thrusts speed up. I can feel her tightening around me and I groan knowing she about to come.
"Yes," I hiss out pulling out and thrusting one more time into her. This was all I needed for my own seed to spill forth into her. Her lithe body shook with the force of our combined orgasms. My whole body throbbed with a combination of aftershock and fatigue. But I couldn't let myself be seen as weak, so I quickly pulled out of her and pulled up my pants.
"Well done," Voldemort leered, clapping his hands twice in a mock effect of applause. I wanted so much to spit in his face, to give him the finger, to kill him; anything but instead I just hung my head and mumbled my thanks.
"I hope it was to your liking." I say like the kiss ass I am. He just nods his head and hisses for his bloody snake, Nigini. She comes crawling out from the shadows and lies obediently at his feet eyeing the girl.
"You may go back to your room, Draco." I nod absentmindedly but my eyes are locked on the girl and the snake. The girl looks terrified. I don't blame her. That snake has slithered her way into my nightmares once or twice, especially when I was younger. Voldemort obviously notices how I don't move an inch and chuckles a cold, dead laugh.
"She'll live, for tonight." He says this as if he's telling me the weather. But even with his 'reassurance' my mind still wonders to her and asks the same question: If she really would life through the night. But it's not my place to ask questions so I just nod again and walk out of the room telling myself again that I don't care.
To be continued in about a week's time. I do ask that you review and tell me how you like it so far. I however ask that you keep all nasty comments to yourself. Creative critisysm is welcomed and greatly appreciated though. Oh and please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes. I do not have a beta as of now which will bring up my next point. If anyone wishes to help me and be considered my beta please get in contact with me.