A week passed since the incident with Colin. After an unsuccessful time trying to find the rock, it was time for everyone to head back to the manor. Draco found him barricading himself inside his room more often, not wanting to be social with anyone. When he had come back the campsite without Colin, there was much talk amongst the others; Draco didn't know anything they were saying, because they would whisper under behind their hands to each other, making sure he couldn't hear anything. It irritated the shit out of Draco. From the moment they returned, Draco made sure Colin was kept constantly busy so that he wouldn't have to come to him for anything. He noticed the boy was very timid around him; as well he should be! Draco wasn't someone to be messed with, and that's exactly what Colin did. And he paid for it.
Draco was finding it difficult to concentrate on anything. He laid on his bed, thinking of the week's events and the coming weeks to come. On the one hand, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get Colin out of his mind – the look on his face as Draco beat the shit out of him wouldn't leave his mind. But Colin deserved it, right? Of course he did! Right? Draco shook his head fiercely, as if trying to rid the uncertainty. He, instead, focused his thoughts on setting a new date for the next mission - but he just didn't want to deal with the other Death Eaters again. But he also didn't want to appear as though he wasn't right for the job.
Draco looked at his watch; it was nearly five thirty. He let out an annoyed sigh. They were supposed to be having a Masked Ball that night in the Grand Ballroom of the manor. It started at five. Draco supposed he had better go, even if it was late. He didn't want it to seem as though he was sulking. Draco got up and went over to his wardrobe and rifled through his clothes to see what he could possibly wear.
"I guess this will have to do," Draco said, pulling out plain, black dress robes and laying them on the bed. "And now a mask." Turning to his hat rack, he starting tossing hats off the rack on to the floor, trying to find his mask; he parents used to hold masked balls all time, and so Draco kept a very specific one just in case they were to ever have one again. At the way back of the hat rack, he pulled out an all-black, bird-like mask with a very pointed nose. The slits were very narrow, but this is what Draco liked best about the mask; it was a magical mask in which Draco could see others perfectly but they couldn't see him. Grabbing his clothes, he went to his bathroom to take a quick shower.
It was nearly six thirty by the time Draco was ready and approaching the double doors to the Grand Ballroom. Taking a deep breath, he slipped through one of the doors and into a sea of color. There were dress robes of all sorts; short ones, long gown-like ones, rainbow-colored ones, and even ones made with feathers. And the masks were just as ostentatious as the robes. Draco slid through the crowd towards the beverage bar. He planned to get drunk the rest of the night – the alcohol would help him loosen up and talk to everyone. Just as he made it to the bar, he passed his Aunt Bellatrix who was dressed – quite eccentrically.
Bellatrix Lestrange was wearing a long black and red dress that trailed behind her. It was strapless and had a long dipping v-neck that was laced with white. There were mini skulls hanging off her waist and around her neck – they were rotten. Her jet black hair was just as crazy as ever, laying over her naked shoulders. What stopped Draco in his tracks, however, was what his aunt was doing.
Bellatrix had three slaves lying at her feet, chained to the floor. One looked as though he – or she, Draco couldn't tell – was brutally mutilated, with their face completely torn off. While holding a bloody knife in one hand, she grabbed one of the slaves by the hair, causing her to scream in terror.
"Come and see Auntie Bellatrix, dearie!" Bellatrix cackled evilly. "Ahh, there's no need to cry! It'll be over before you know it!" Bellatrix pulled the girl's hair so hard, causing her to fall backwards. "Get up, tramp! Now!" She pulled her hair harder, and the girl tried standing up, but stumbled.
Draco turned away as Bellatrix grabbed her knife and put it up to the girl's throat. It's not that Draco was squeamish or anything, he just thought he would better enjoy the show if he were completely hammered. He passed a group of people standing by the bar and grabbed a Firewhiskey. Turning around and leaning against the bar, Draco opened the bottle and was about to watch the show, when he heard his name. Turning to the side, the little group of people that was near him had dropped his name. Draco readjusted his mask and slipped into the group.
"That's because Draco's a joke! I mean, he doesn't honestly expect us to take him seriously, does he?" One of them was saying. The person had a full purple mask on, with electric blue feathers for the eyebrows. It really was an eye sore.
"Of course he does. He thinks just because this is his house and that he was grandfathered into the position he's in, he would automatically get the respect." This one was a woman; she was wearing a mint green mask with no nose – instead, her own nose was poking through.
"Well, 'e's got another thing coming! I ain't listening to anything 'e says, that's fer sher!" A man with a half mask said; the top half was a mess of colors, with the lower half showing off his face. "'E thinks 'e is hot shit, 'e does. Thinks all the women are after 'im, 'e does."
"Ha! Please, that repellant rat? He may have the body, but he has the personality of a child!" Mint green mask said.
"A man-child! That's what he is!" Feathered eyebrow said.
"I heard that he actually has sex with his slaves, because he thinks it's what they want," another said; she didn't have a mask, but instead had a pair of fur covered opera glasses.
"Rape," another grunted, "that's what that is. Disgusting it is,"
"Well, I don't think we have to worry about that anymore," Half mask laughed. "He seems to be pretty busy with that one slave of his, if you know what I mean –"
Draco turned around angrily, leaving the conversation. So they thought he was a joke, did they? They thought he was some sort of child that was being humored? Draco felt his face grow with both anger and embarrassment. He went to the bar, grabbed two more Firewhiskies and left the ball. Draco was so angry; he didn't know where to go or what to do. He didn't want to be alone, but at the same time, he didn't want to be with people who thought him insignificant. Downing his first bottle of alcohol, Draco popped opened the other and started drinking it.
Draco just sat on the staircase for a bit, listening to the stream of voices coming from the Grand Ballroom. He could feel himself getting groggy and stood up; he swayed a little, kicking the empty liquor bottles over. He started walking – where, he didn't know. He had no idea where he was to begin with, his vision was somewhat blurred. He stumbled into a door frame and stepped back, blinking his eyes multiple times to try and clear his vision. He didn't know where the door led to, but Draco opened it anyway and made his way down the stairs, being careful by trying to hold the wall for support as he made his way down.
Draco stumbled on the very last step, but just managed to catch himself before he fell to the ground. Standing up, he was able to register being in the dungeon. Draco's bloodshot eyes focused on the only lit lamp coming from the very end of the dungeon. Draco stumbled down, following the enticing light. With each step, he could hear the Firewhiskey sloshing around in his empty stomach. When he reached the light, he felt dazed, not knowing where to go from there.
"Who are you?" A voice came from Draco's left. Draco turned around and found that he was outside of a cell. He stumbled to the cell and grabbed onto the bars for support. The person inside looked like a girl, but Draco couldn't tell for sure.
"What's your name, pretty?" Draco slurred, blinking his eyes rapidly to get a clearer view.
"Hermione. And may I ask who you are?" She asked. Blinking his eyes one last time, Draco could finally make out Granger's profile. He gave a short-breathed laugh.
"Granger? I thought I might've known it was you," Draco said, stumbling for his wand to unlock the door. Granger looked confused and stood up, backing up towards the back of the cell.
"Who are you?" Granger repeated.
"You really don't – don't know who-um, whom, who I am?" Draco stammered drunkenly. But then a sudden thought struck Draco, and he lifted his hand to his face. Of course, he was still wearing the mask. He lifted it up and threw it to ground.
"Malfoy?" Granger said, confused. "What is it you want? I swear, I don't know any more about the Impenetrable Rock –"
"I'm not here for that stupid rock." Draco said, finally locating his wand and unlocking the cell door. He stumbled inside and towards Granger, who tried to make herself sink into the concrete, but to no avail. "What I don't understand is why a rock? I mean, out of all the objects to make impenitr – impenteab – im, er, why a rock?" Draco stammered once more. He stumbled into Granger, knocking her into the wall. He chuckled. "You know, I've always had a thing for you, Granger." Draco lifted his hand and grabbed her cheeks, squishing them together. "So sm-smart – art. Ever since you slapped me. Member that day, Granger? You sure taught me, didn't cha?"
"You're drunk!" Granger said in disgust voice, smelling the alcohol all over Draco. She tried to push him off her, but Draco clung on.
"Shh, no talkie," Draco said, putting his finger on her lips to quiet her. But she pushed it off her face. Draco glared at her and tightened his grip on her. She tried to struggle, but the more she did, the harder Draco squeezed. "What's the matter, Granger? Afraid I'm going to kill you? Or are you pushing me away because you think I don't have the capability to do so?" Draco said angrily. Granger just looked away, her nose crinkled in the stench of his breath.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Draco yelled, throwing her against the other wall. She hit the concrete hard and slid down, holding her shoulder, tears pouring down her face. "I'm not weak!" Draco yelled, advancing on the scared girl. "I'm just as cap-captable, ahhh! I'm just as capable as anyone here!" Draco said, his eyes twitching as he started feeling a painful pulse in his head. He ignored it. "I am just as powerful, just as great!"
Granger just stared up at him, not knowing what to say. She looked frightened and for some reason, this made Draco angry. He bent down and pulled her hair so that she was looking at him. She tried to look away from him, but Draco's grip was too tight. Without giving a second thought, Draco gave her a sloppy kiss. Next thing he knew, there was a stinging blow to the left side of his head and he fell over. He just barely registered what had happened, when he noticed
Granger trying to escape. He flew to his feet and caught her around the middle before she could make it to the door. They both fell to the floor, Draco on top of Granger. She tried to push Draco off, but he was able to pin her arms to the ground so that she had no choice but to lay under him.
With her arms pinned back and Draco sitting on her waist, he knew he had her. He dipped his head and captured her lips into his own once again. The more she fought against him, the more turned on he got. He loved when his victims fought against him. He took one hand off of her arm - she tried to fight back, but Draco slapped her - he forcefully kissed her once more as his hand slid up her shirt, underneath her bra, and then cupped around her breast. He could feel her nipple harden at the touch of his cold hand. Continuing to kiss her fiercely, he slid his hand from her shirt and down to her pants. He rubbed his hand over her pussy through her jeans. Granger tried to shake her head away from Draco, but Draco smacked her once again.
"The more you fight me Granger, the harder it's going to be for you," Draco smirked. He reached down to her once more. This time, he went down her pants and underwear. He slipped one finger to her clit and started rubbing it fiercely, to get her nice and wet. Granger whimpered, writhing under Draco, trying to throw him off. Draco could feel himself getting hard, and with that he took his other hand off her arm ad sat up so that he was straddling her.
"Remember, you fight back and it'll be that much worse for you," Draco said, watching her arms out of his peripheral. Granger looked scared and helpless at the same time. While still straddling, he reached out and grabbed the ends of her shirt pulled it over her head, exposing her thin bra. "Sit up,"
"Please," Granger whimpered. "Please don't do this,"
Draco grabbed Granger's arms roughly and pulled her up so that she was face-to-face with Draco once more. Draco reached around to Granger's back to her undo her bra hook. While in the process of trying to unclip it - he always had trouble with those damned things - he lowered his lips to Granger's neck, nipping it roughly. She let out another whimper, and Draco could feel her trembling. After finally unhooking it, he let the thin fabric fall, and watched
as goose bumps ran across her supple breasts as they were exposed to the cold air.
Continuing to kiss her neck, her chest, each breast, Draco's hands traveled down to her pants button once more and undid them. But he realized he wasn't going to be able to take her pants off while sitting on her. He roughly pushed her to the ground once more, causing her to give a shout of pain as her head banged against the stone floor. Draco lifted himself from her and roughly took off her pants and underwear. Seeing her fully naked only made Draco fully realize how much his own excitement was being restricted, and so he hastily stripped off his pants and boxers, exposing his fully erected dick.
"Like what you see there, Granger?" Draco chuckled, straddling Granger once more. He grabbed himself, rubbing the head of his cock on to Granger's clit. Granger couldn't help letting out a pleasurable moan. Draco chuckled once more. "That's right, just enjoy it."
After a minute of rubbing her clit with his dick, Draco took his finger and dragged his finger from her clit and slowly down length of her pussy until he reached her opening. Getting up and kneeling beside her waist, he spread her legs, watching her face as he placed his finger at the base of her opening. She looked at him pleadingly, but that was what Draco wanted to see.
He plunged a finger into Granger's wet pussy, moving it in and out. She was very tight, and this made Draco laugh. "Don't tell me you're still a virgin? Are you telling me Weasel-bee never laid a finger on you?" Evidently this pissed Granger off, because she lifted her arm and whacked Draco across the face.
"You little bitch! You'll pay for that!" Draco yelled as his face started stinging from the slap. Draco positioned his thick dick at Granger's opening and plunged in without a second thought. Granger cried out in pain. Draco covered her mouth with one hand while his other one held the side of her waist as he repeatedly slammed into her, her juices overflowing. He grabbed her by the legs and placed them on his shoulders so that he could get deeper inside her.
Granger tried to scream, but Draco's hand was still covering her mouth, and so all she could do was whimper as tears rolled down her face. Draco could feel himself starting to climax and quickly withdrew himself from inside so her wouldn't cum inside. Straddling her chest once more, he grabbed himself and rubbed fiercely until he sprayed all over Granger's face. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
Draco rolled off her and swayed dangerously as he stood up. He leaned against the wall as his vision started getting hazy once more, and he felt himself growing dizzy. He glanced over at Granger, lying on the ground, crying and panting. Her face was tear-stained, her inner thighs red from blood from the rough entry. Draco stumbled past her without looking at her and bent down to get his pants.
Draco used the walls as a crutch as he left the cell and tried walking down the dungeon. It was then he realized just how cold it actually was down there. He stopped to put his pants on. But this proved to be more difficult then he thought, for he quickly lost his balance and stumbled to the ground where he lost consciousness.
Colin made his way down to the dungeons with the last bit of laundered clothing for the slaves. He had been working extra hours that day so that he would have no excuse to find himself near the ball. At least that's what he believed was Draco's intention. He knew that Draco also didn't want to see him, which is why he was given all these extra duties. But he also felt that Draco just needed this time to figure things out within himself. He hoped he would figure it out soon, though. He rather missed spending time with him, even if he was just playing the caddy boy.
Colin descended the stairs and hopped off the last few steps. Landing as soft and quiet as a cat, Colin started heading to the wardrobe where the laundry was kept, when he noticed someone laying on the floor down the only lit hallway. Carefully placing the piled laundry on the ground, Colin quietly made his way to the person, wondering if one of the slaves had gotten into a fight and was left till he awoke. It wouldn't be the first time it's happened. As the light became perfectly positioned on the person's face, Colin gasped.
"My lord?" Colin whispered, bending down and examining him. "Draco?" He seemed to be passed out cold, laying in a pool of sick. He placed his hand to Draco's forehead; he was slightly hot. He heard a whimper to the left of him - he realized he was just outside of Granger's cell. Looking to his left, he gasped.
Granger was naked and curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth as she whimpered. Colin looked from her to Draco and back. It didn't take Colin long to understood exactly what had happened. Sticking his hands underneath Draco, he flipped him around so that he was on his back and it was then that Colin could smell the alcohol on him. He looked around, trying to find someone to help him, for he couldn't drag Draco to his room by himself.
Turning back to Draco, he said, "Don't worry, my lord. I'll get someone, hang tight!" Colin stood up and ran back up the stairs.
In less than ten minutes, Colin had returned to the dungeon with three house elves. Together, they managed to pick up Draco's dead weight and drag him to the stairs. It was much harder to get him up the stairs, but they had managed it. It took them nearly twenty minutes to get to Draco's room. Once there, they placed him gently on the bed.
"Thank you," Colin said to the house elves. They bowed their heads as they made their way out the door. Colin turned back to Draco and sighed. He should have figured Draco would try to drink off his problems. Draco never was one to solve his problems sober and tended to make things worse while drunk.
Colin walked over to the wardrobe and took out a pair of Draco's pajamas. He couldn't just leave Draco in his clothes full of sick, and he knew that Draco usually slept in the nude, but he didn't want him to wake feeling more confused. He walked to the bed and took a slow, shaky breath. Placing a shaky hand on Draco's massive chest, he started unbuttoning his dress robes and opened the shirt to expose his chest.
Colin's breath caught in his throat at being this close to Draco's hot body. He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to gawk. He needed to get dressed and properly put to bed. Removing the sick drenched shirt, Colin threw it in the hamper by the wardrobe. He drew on the pajama shirt and then started on Draco's pants. Those were easy enough to take off, but it was still difficult for Colin to keep focused as Draco's V-Line was exposed once more.
Once the pajama pants were on, Colin reached under Draco and pulled the blanket out and draped it over him. Colin watched as Draco settled into his bed naturally, tilting his head to the side to try and get comfortable. Colin smiled. He was beautiful when he was sleeping. Bending over him, Colin gave a soft kiss on Draco's forehead. Tip-toeing quietly to the door, Colin left the room, closing the door behind him.
