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ADULT THEMES AND SOME MILD ADULT LANGUAGE.
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Harry Potter and all related characters are the property of JK Rowling
This story alone, is my creation.
Chapter 8: The First Step
"May the roof above us never fall
in and may we good companions
beneath never fall out."
Irish Blessing
Blaise didn't have time to react and Draco was frozen to the spot as the large black dog leaped towards them. It's slick black fur like a shag-pile carpet, it's claws out ready to slash at the entrants to the house.
Incendio!" Shouted Blaise. His wand instantly burst into flame lighting up the large hallway with it's grand staircase and upper balcony. The dog, too, was light and now it looked ever more menacing. It's teeth bared, heckles up and ears pinned back as it flew through the air ready to strike down the two interlopers. Blaise knew he hadn't time to recast and Draco seemed to be dumbfounded. It was too late for them both.
As it flew through he air the dog began to change. First the legs and feet, the front ones were becoming human arms and hands, the back ones legs and booted feet. The fur retracted into a coat and trousers and the tail simply shrank. The half man half dog rolled onto the floor, barrel rolled and stood up a matter of inches from Blaise's wand.
"Thomas? Dean Thomas?" Draco stared, open mouthed at the young man who was stood in front of him. "Since when have you been a fucking, animagus?" Draco couldn't believe it, how many other people had become animagi since they had left school? He noticed Blaise was still holding a flaming wand. "Blaise." Draco nudged his mate with his elbow.
Blaise lowered his wand and shook it to put out the flames. He was still staring at Thomas, a young man he had passed so many times in the corridors of Hogwarts, he had never felt threatened by him before, what the hell had happened to the world since his isolation? "Any chance of some light?"
"Illumis!" Dean called waving his wand in a an arch. The chandeliers burst into flame and the wall lamps spat to life. He could see the bewildered looks from both Draco and Blaise. "We realised they must have used a charm on this place to light the lamps, so Hermione asked Narcissa."
"Will everyone stop calling my Mother by her first fucking name!" Draco was fuming, how many times had his Mother been called Narcissa by people who had no right to call her that?
"Sorry, Draco. Force of habit." Dean stepped past them and toward the door. "Right, the fireplace in second sitting room is linked to the floo network, but be careful when you use it." Turning as he stepped out of the door. "The house is yours gentlemen." With that Dean closed the doors and left them to find there way round.
Blaise looked round the house, it was obviously smaller than his own, it seemed grand but it probably didn't have half as many rooms as his did. He started thinking back to the Esplanade, there, he had a whole floor to himself. "Well, we should start getting sorted, we can clean up later."
"This is going to be so confusing." Draco looked around the house he had only ever visited once, many, many, years ago.
"What is? The house?" Blaise was looking round, it may not have been as big as his but the grandeur was unmistakable. Everywhere there was ornately caved wood, the walls were decorated with some kind of leaf pattern in black against green, it looked amazing even through the grime. The chandeliers were amazing, Blaise wondered if they had been created by pure magic or if they had been built in the conventional sense.
As if seeing the question Draco answer it. "They were made in Africa, there pure diamonds carved into oak leaves. And I was meaning this." Draco pulled his tan 'hiker' wallet with the logo of Burton Snowboards and from inside he pulled out his green bank card.
"Oh." Blaise hadn't thought about it until now, they were leaving their muggle lives behind. Now, at first he might have wished for this, all those months ago when he first arrived at the Esplanade, hexed the estate agent and moved in, knowing he couldn't use magic while he was there, but now, after all this time. Blaise thought back, 'How much of this past year and some change have I missed magic?' Scarily, the answer was that he hadn't really, not when he had settled in. They had made a life of it. Looking round at the large chandeliers and house that magic built he felt a loss in his heart. Looking at the bank card in Draco's hand he had a flash of inspiration. "We could always go for a coffee in that little cafe in the resort some time?"
"True." Blaise was right, Draco knew it. Now they were back in the fold there was no reason why they couldn't just nip back and see the old crowed. "I suggest we take a side each." Draco looked up to the balcony that was above them. A corridor on each side running through the upper floor.
"Ok, any preference, mate?" Blaise was scanning up the stairs to the mid-landing where the stairs split off in two directions, on running up to the east side of the house and one running up to the west side of the house. Looking round the balcony Blaise noticed the carved posts that seemed to hold the balcony to the ceiling. Following them round he could see the balcony ran right round the hallway.
"I'll take the east." Draco headed up the stairs, his bag slung over his shoulder. Blaise followed looking round at the large wall that the main stairs led up to before they split off.
As he got closer he could see the large door set into the wall. Glancing down he noticed the corridors that vanished into the darkness below the off shoot stairs. "Where does that lead?" He motioned to the door as they reached the landing.
"Ball room, I think." Draco was looking round, he hadn't been to a grand party at the black family manor, he could only assume from what his mother had told him. Walking up the stairs to the east side of the house he looked down at the dirty floor they had just come across, their foot marks clear in the dust. "I'll see you tomorrow, mate."
"Ok, mate." Blaise walked toward the corridor that was flanked by doors. Before reaching it he turned. He wasn't sure it would work but. "Dellumis." He said waving his wand. The large chandeliers faded to darkness as he walked toward a large door at the end of the corridor he presumed was a bedroom.
"Crucio!" The voice rang out round the little cottage in the moors. The scream pierced the night as the spell hit him. "Shall I continue?" The husky voice was quiet. The shivering man on the floor couldn't stop the spasms of pain from ripping through his frail body. "I said, should continue?"
She still didn't answer him, she wasn't going to give in to this man who had burst into their home, this man who had brought the that cold feeling with him. She sat there, she didn't understand, all he was doing was pointing a stick at her husband, why was her husband screaming?
"Crucio!" The spell spat from the end of the wand again and slammed into the hands neck. He screamed in agony. "Crucio!" Another scream and then Rodolphus turned to the woman sat shivering in the corner. "Tell me what I want to know and I will leave him alive."
"I... I don't know... I don't know, please. You're hurting him." Her tears ran down her face, who was this man in the black cloak? She felt so cold, so cold. The windows had frozen over and her breath came out in puffs of white mist. "I don't understand, what do you want? Please don't hurt him."
"I want to know where she hid the damn wand!"
"W.. wh.. what wand?" She didn't understand, what was he talking about? "P... p... p.. please don't hurt him, I don't know about a wand." She shook with tears as Rodolphus turned toward her husband and lowered his stick.
"Crucio!" He watched with satisfaction as the old man screamed as the spell hit him in the head. With a smile of perverted pleasure Rodolpgus watched the little old man writhe in agony. He knew it wouldn't be long before the old bastards heart gave out. "Crucio!" The old man screamed again as he spun of his heels, the Dementors sucking the wife dry of hope as he asked again. "Where is the wand? I will only ask you this last time?"
"I.. I.. don't know. Please set him free." Her eyes were streaming now, she couldn't' see her husband anymore for the tears. She could hear him, hear him screaming. She felt so cold and lost, everything she had wished for was dying, she had nothing left now.
Rodolphus turned back to the old man who had now wet himself and from the smell he had evacuated his intestines as well. Pointing his wand toward the figure toward the floor. "Avada Kedevra!" The green light shot out and hit the man on the floor, who stopped moving. Turning slowly he levelled his wand on the old woman, the only living descendant of Helga, if she didn't know where the wand was, no one would. "Where is the wand?" All she could do was cry, he knew then that she didn't know. She was no use to him. If he could he would leave her alive, to live out the rest of her years without the man she must have loved.
"Please..."
"Avada Kedevra!" The green bolt shot out of the wand and hit the old woman in the chest. She stopped crying, she stopped doing anything.
Draco lay in the bed, he was looking at the moulded ceiling, he wasn't sure who's bed it was but he had chosen it for his own as soon as he had seen it. The painting on the wall, the large four poster bed, it was magnificent, it could fit at least five people in and maybe the drapes and pelmet were a bit moth eaten but they still spoke of elegance. He had been laid there for some time now, every time he closed his eyes he could see Granger, her supple breasts and her warm face. He let his hand drift down his body to his groin. The stirring tension made his manhood press against the palm of his hand as he rubbed his crotch. He wasn't sure weather he wanted to pleasure himself or try and force it down. Looking round the room his eyes fell on the picture, it was like the one of Merlin in Grimmualld place, it was static but the images it conjured in his mind were anything but.
Ramming his hand hard down into his groin Draco grimaced as he crushed his hardness into his soft testicles. He wasn't going to do that again, quickly. Looking round he scrutinized the bed, trying to get his mind off Granger. The carved pattern in the head board was of some kind of creature surrounded by a garland of leaves. The wood was punctured by holes that made up a percentage of the pattern. He imagined what those must have been used for in the past. How many black men and women had been tied to the head board while they had sex? Was this his mums old room? Had his father tied his mother to this bed during their youth? The thought of his parents being so perverted made him feel sick, he could feel the throbbing in his groin going down. He tried to imagine his mother tied to this head board, his mothers wrists, those slender wrist tied to the head board. Her arms outstretched so her head was on the pillow with her brown hair fanning out on the bed. Her lovely brown hair fanning out with a gag over her mouth as he went down on her. Slowly kissing her warm breasts as he let his hand drift down her body to her moist area. He could hear Hermione groan as he slid his fingers inside her. 'How?' His erection pushed harder against his trousers, he tried so hard to think about his mother but it had lead back to what he could do with Granger.
"Draco?"
The voice pulled him out of his nightmear. She was stood at the door, her hair hanging down her back. Slowly she walked over and laid on the bed. Her hand moving down his body to his hardness, her fingers unzipping his flies and pushing into his boxers. She took him out and leaned down and slowly slid it into her mouth. He moaned as he let his head drop back and closed his eyes. Running his hand through her hair, her net top showing her body off to him in the dim light. She was sucking harder now, he could feel her teeth running and down his shaft. She was squeezing him too, the waves of pleasure swept over him.
"Oh, Hermione."
"Hermione?"
Draco opened his eyes to see Pansy sat astride him looking down at him with a look of pure hatred in her eyes.
Author's Notes:
Poor Draco.
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