Dark Decadence
By Nara Occult
Together, Always
Series Summary: Draco, Pansy, Blaise… all next generation Death Eaters, destined to be darkly, gloriously evil murderers. If you think they're innocent, you're dead wrong. Literally. One shots Series
Colour: Orange
Antagonist: Blaise Zabini
Summary: Orange. Orange reminds me of the Weasel Twins. Why them you ask? What wounds more than the loss of one person? Two. And us having them kill themselves hurts more still.
Disclaimers: This is a series not a continuing story; that is to say a whole bunch of deliciously dark one-shots based around Draco, Blaise and Pansy. They are not connected. You could skip one and read others. I do not own or profit from Harry Potter. If this looks familiar, it's because they were originally individual stories and I decided to combine them. Warnings for Slash and Femslash references in some stories.
Together, Always
Orange. That's what comes to mind when I think of the Weasel family. Blood traitors and cheap trash. Orange is the colour I think of when I remember the twins. Fred and George Weasley. Notorious pranksters. Not anymore ha ha.
Ridiculously useless colour, orange, really. Not a bit of decorum and elegance. Crass.
We'd decided to do a little scientific experiment one day, Draco, Pansy and I. How would wonder boy Potter cope with all of his staunch friends and allies dying around him? And to think, the was hadn't started yet.
Of course it had. The war never stopped, will never stop until our Dark Lord is victorious. I've never much cared for muggles, about as useless as a dopey house elf, scum that they are. Creatures are inferior to Purebloods like us. It's when people finally start to realise this that the war will stop.
I was bought up on the Pureblood Journals, the 'bible' of the Wizarding world. Pureblood journals have the answers to everything, including life and death. But only a dark wizard can see into death and only a strong one can learn from it.
First of all, why the Weasel twins? Because we, my most likely muggle-loving trash, are much more intelligent than the 'Golden' side. What hurts, what wounds more than the loss of one person? Two. And what hurts more than us killing plenty of people? Us having people kill themselves.
Having someone desperate enough to take their own lives, to slip through your fingers wounds much more effectively than me killing. The anger is double, the helplessness turns into hate and fear… it's nearly perfect.
And then it was who was the weakest? We thought it was Fred, the less independent of the two. So we had to kill George. But how to get him alone? They were always together! It was incredibly frustrating for plotting schemers such as us.
Obviously we had to use bait, and what would George go for more than a delightful Gryffindor, along the lines of say, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell or Angelina Johnson?
Myself, I'm more partial to Johnson. She has beautiful skin. Dark silk.
So we chose Spinnet. Pansy took particular delight in that. We put her under the imperious curse; made her invite George to the Room of Requirements, the only secret room that stupid Gryffindors knew of.
And then we made her tie him up nice and tight, helpless on the bed. Wand gone. We had to snap it, just in case you know. Spinnet's eyes were nice and teary, by the time Weasel woke up, he was beginning to realise the danger he was in. We put her in a body bind but let her speak.
She sobbed. Cried. Begged Weasel for forgiveness. Idiot that he was, he comforted her, told her it would be alright.
Imperious.
When Spinnet stood again, Pansy made her fuck George. He was so angry, but couldn't stop his body's reaction. Pansy, Draco and I watched laughing.
Cruciatus.
We got both of them, enjoyed their screaming in the soundproofed room while they continued to fuck. Sue us, we're sick and twisted little Slytherins. And we're going to take over the world.
Avada Kedavra.
It was when Spinnet cast the final spell, buoyed by Pansy's conviction and strength, that we let the Imperious off of Spinnet. The little bitch cried. Pansy cut off her hair. Draco had some fun with her. I didn't want to touch the thing. Spinnet disgusts me.
Then we made her write the note. Begging for her life against Death Eater's who had snuck into the castle. How much pain she was in, how we'd tortured her and George. How he'd died trying to comfort her.
Awwww, I can just picture the heart ache that will cause. After a bit more molestation by Draco, we killed Spinnet nice and neatly. Then we went into the Great Hall. Like the proper scientists we were, we watched Fred discreetly. While Ron and Lee joked about George 'finally getting some' we wanted to know what that twin bond felt. Nothing most likely.
Not like George was alive right?
I sipped my pumpkin juice thoughtfully. We really should experiment more, I had grown into a taste for pitiful screams.
Fred seemed nervous. Fred seemed to constantly twist. Fred was uneasy.
He looked over at us, and we each looked up, holding his gaze maliciously, grins on our faces and nothing so far fetched as remorse in our eyes. We made Fred more unsettled still. Oh. Poor Fred. You'll be even sadder when you realise we murdered your brother. Excuse me while I wipe away this mock tear here.
Of course, we wore our invisibility cloaks, followed him. It was amusing.
He started walking fast. Sped up. He was nearly jogging. I could practically sense the wheels of worry turning in his head. He finally broke into a run, before shouting in panic "Show me George!" to the room of requirements. Well, you had to give the stupid room credit. It showed him George.
Fred ran in. George, odd angles, no pulse. Uh oh, what's a twin to do Fred? He turned a pasty white and backed out of the room until he hit the wall. We really should have made George bleed. Blood does wonders for a death scene.
Then he was rather boring. He walked back in, leaving the door wide open, cradling his brother's lifeless body. He never even read our note! For shame, how utterly impolite. He started crying silently.
It was a Hufflepuff who found him, she freaked and screamed so loud pretty much half the school was outside the rooms. We had to walk back, drop the cloaks, then pretend we'd reappeared. Bit of an annoyance really. Of course the school, naturally was shocked. An inquisitor from outside was even bought in, but we met Lucius in the forbidden forest and he removed our memories, replacing them with modified ones.
It was little after a week when it happened. I missed the death itself (ironically also in the room of requirements, Fred slit his wrists) but I read the letter. Oh it was passionate and overboard.
"…I felt a connection to George all my life… then suddenly there was nothing… an abyss… a wound… and he was gone. When I found him… how could you live without your other half? …
… I am so sorry for doing this, but at least this way we'll be together…always."
I snorted when I heard that. Bloody Gryffindors. But hey, experiment successful. Twins seem to think in terms of agreement.Hey who knows, maybe they will be?
Together, Always.
