Snape 11
Harry, Draco and Ron were sitting on Draco's bed looking up at the sky through the opened leaded glass window. The stars were out. Draco's mood sensitive boom box was playing, "Under The Milky Way Tonight'" by The Church and Draco was pointing out constellations. "See how those two stars form a set of linked letter Cs? That's the Chanel Logo." Harry and Ron shook their heads incredulously. "And that set of stars over there is the great Hermes counter in the sky. It's all true. Mother taught me. Luna was laying across Draco's big bed behind them with her feet up in the air and her chin resting on her fists. She had on a long, blue maxi dress made by Draco and golden goddess sandals that laced up the calves. "You're wrong, you know. Someday I'll teach you proper astrology." She told him. "And that cluster of gases is the Estee Lauder powder puff." Draco continued undaunted. It had been several days since the love letter in the sky incident and nobody had come poking around the whomping willow looking for Snape.
There was a knock at Draco's door. The door swung open. Bellatrix and Lucius were standing in the doorway with big, black dog collars swinging from shiny, silver leashes. "May we borrow Harry and Ron for the evening?" They stood there smirking. Draco was trapped. He had to let them have the real Harry and Ron and not their homunculus clones. Ron grinned and ran to Bellatrix. She sidestepped his embrace and knocked him to the floor, and clapped the dog collar around his neck. Harry jumped up and ran to punch Lucius. Lucius grabbed Harry's fist and wrestled him to the ground and slapped a dog collar around his neck. Harry and Ron were lead away. Draco got very upset and started to tell Luna all about how he was afraid Harry and Ron would be hurt. "Don't worry," Luna said. I know what they have planned, and Harry and Ron will be fine. She smoothed Draco's hair with her right hand, and he suddenly felt much better. Luna looked like a goddess in the moonlight in her ice blue dress. Draco waved his wand at her and she had on golden ancient Greek earrings and exotic ear cuffs. He zapped her wrists and covered them with golden bracelets filled with tiny golden jingly coins.
Luna stood up and announced, "It's time." "Time for what?" Draco asked. Luna simply held out her right hand, covered in luxurious bracelets. Draco stood up in a very smart looking suit and offered her his arm like a gentleman. She took it graciously. There was a pair of shining yellow eyes in the dark hall. It belonged to one of Bellatrix's cats. It said, "Narroooooooooh?" Then they heard it's little feet bound away. Draco thought about little feet, looked at Luna and said, "Goo." He was inagining the way their baby would look. Luna looked at Draco and wistfully said, "Not now. It's almost time for the initiation." She walked Draco into the parlor of the whomping willow. Everybody was there, all sitting around a table talking casually. Harry and Ron were on all fours leashes on the floor. Bellatrix had a Grecian, curly hairdo and a laser-blue dress with an elaborate gold broach at one shoulder. Wenny had on a high-wasted black dress that clung to the bust. The high waist was circled by her snake belt. The one with the emerald eyes. They glittered in the firelight. So did Harry's green eyes near the floor.
"And Draco wants to marry that little mudblood!" Lucius was finishing a sentence, just as they walked in. "Dad! She's a pureblood!" Draco cried in protest. They walked up to the table which was laden with bread, fruit and cheese. Luna conjured her official Gringotts geneaology chart and spread it all over the table. Narcissa entered the room in a green dress, almost identical to Luna's. They eyeballed each other and hissed in mutual disrespect. "Oh, look here, she IS a pureblood!" Lucius called to Narcissa. Draco blushed crimson at his fashion faux-pas. He should have given Luna a different dress that was less fabulous than his mother's dress. Plenty of time to outshine Narcissa when Luna's last name was Malfoy. Lucius put his feet up on Harry's back, using him as a footstool.
"W ell, Severus, your little filly is a damn fashionable dresser and a lovely hostess, and a Slytherin. But, IS she a pureblood?" Lucius would not condescend to treat Wenny as an equal if she was not an equal, or if she could not prove that she was.. She produced her own geneaology chart, understandingly, and handed it to Severus with an aristocratic sneer of her own. It clearly showed that Wenny was not only a pureblood, but was descended from the famous witch, Anne Boelyn, who had enslaved a muggle king and had inadvertently turned him into a craven serial killer.
Lucius nodded approvingly. "I had six toes as did she." Wenny crooned. The people sitting closest to her leaned over and looked at her sandaled feet. It was true. Verily, her extra toes stuck out uselessly on the outer edges of her perfect, slender white feet. "Gasp! Lovely!" Harry's voice came from under the table. "Shut up, dog." Lucius thumped his feet on Harry's back. He was still damn vexed about losing Dobby the house elf to Potter's shenanigans.
"Now, Draco!" Professor Snape said in his sexiest silkiest voice. "I have explained to your father what my motivations were for becoming a turncoat and he has forgiven me." Lucius's gilded hand slid across the table and rested on Severus's white one. "How-ever, it has come to our attention that you have made copies of Harry and Ron to keep us from torturing the real Harry and Ron!" Draco stood back, pale and terrified. It was true and he had no defense prepared for himself. He started to whine and got on his knees in front of Severus, hoping that looking pathetic would lessen his punishment. A big, strong hand pushed his chin until he was looking into two gleaming black eyes. "Young Master Malfoy, It was commendable of you to protect your friends in such a devious and Slytherin manner. If it had not been for you, we may have killed our most useful asset. You see, Harry is the rightful mayor now, and we control him. You have saved our best asset from destruction." Lucius nodded wistfully. "What about Ron?" Draco asked. "Oh, we've decided to let him live too, "Severus said, "just as soon as they formally renounce The house of Gryffindor." Wenny walked across the room holding up her glass of wine in one hand and a plate of melty Brie in the other hand. "I have it all set up. There was a black rubber mat in the middle of the floor with a big Gryffindor crest in the middle of it. Wenny walked across the crest and sat in the big black chair. Narcissa had her hands on Severus's shoulders. She started massaging them. Lucius and Bellatrix walked Harry and Ron to the middle of the room. Bellatrix told Ron to step on the crest. He did. Lucius told Harry to step on the crest. After a brief physical struggle, and a slapping fight, a disheveled looking Harry finally stepped on the Gryffindor crest. "Not enough." Lucius told Harry. "Piss on it!" Harry actually cried, but he slowly whipped out Little Harry and pissed on the Gryffindor crest with tears in his green eyes. Ron pissed on the crest too. Wenny cleaned up the piss with her wand before it rolled onto the green carpet. "Now, shit on it!" the voice came from Luna. "Ew, Baby!" Draco replied. "Drakey we need proof they're bad like us," She said. Then she jumped and squeaked as if a garden gnome had bitten her in the ass. Severus smirked and retracted his hand from behind her. She had obviously found a supporter. Ron enthusiastically shat on the Gryffindor crest. Harry put up a valiant fight. He pulled out a clump of Lucius's beautiful hair, for which he would pay dearly later. In the end, he had to be promised that he would be allowed to give Wenny a foot rub, after which he, too, gleefully shat on the crest.
Luna had wanted to make them do more, but Bellatrix was uncharacteristically enthusiastic about getting them all up into the attic dungeon for the after party. She kept going on and on about her canapes getting cold. They all went up stairs. Harry and Ron were allowed to walk upright with their leashes on. Bellatrix went up first, but kept checking to make sure that everybody was following. She was adamant that everyone be present. The attic torture room had a few additions added to it. There were a few new pieces of torture equipment there as well as a table in the center of the room about the size of a coffin loaded with canapes, two new leash posts on either side, and a ring of mats and exotic pillows. The attic had been scrubbed clean by house elves, and there was dramatic lighting and a huge pentacle painted on the floor. A band of house elves played strange music on bongo drums and flutes and pan pipes, as bellatrix paired up the people and lead them to their mats. Harry and Ron were chained to the leash posts on either side of the coffin.
Wenny and Severus, Lucius and Narcissa, Draco and Luna each took a mat. The mats formed a circle around the room. A house elf carried a pitcher of wine and kept refilling their goblets as if he was afraid that Bellatrix would do something to him if he failed in his task. Bellatrix was really pushing canapes. Everybody ate a few to be polite and the room got blurry and everything got really groovy. The more canapes they ate, the more they seemed to want to eat. A house elf turned on a smoke machine and some spinning rainbow lights. The room was flooded in atmosphere. Bellatrix was drawing blood from the palms of Harry and Ron's hands as everyone else began to participate in an orgy. Then, Bellatrix was pulling the table cloth off of the coffin-shaped table and holding a silver gravy boat with their spilled blood in it. With the flip of a lid, she was pouring the blood inside the box. Harry and Ron had been pulled to the ends of their leashes and drawn into the orgy. A few stray-randy hands grabbed at her, as she worked above the mysterious coffin-sized box. Amidst the drunken quivering mass of flesh that was happening on the perfectly painted pentacle, Bellatrix was adding her own blood to the coffin sized box as lightning crashed in the starry sky above the skylights. A disco ball on the ceiling shot tiny beams of light all over the room that bounded off of the seven mirrors strategically placed all around the room. The panting revelers heard the names of several demons, and Kthulu mentioned. The house elves covered their ears to avoid hearing such utterings.
Then, a figure rose out of the box slowly wearing a bat like cape with a collar that obscured his face. Bellatrix offered her hand for support. The cape opened and a gloved hand took hers. Narcissa screamed, the house elves stopped playing music and a hush fell over the room. The gray bald head, the slit like nose, the dead eyes...a grinning Bellatrix held the hand of Lord Voldemort. Everyone stopped dead – no matter WHAT they were doing to stare. Voldemort smiled, nodded and said, "An orgy? In MY honor? I'm flattered, really. Don't stop on my account." They al gaped at him, open mouthed. He pointed his wand at Harry and wand-zapped The Boy Who Lived.
Harry stood up. Dragged Severus to the middle of the room by the foot and then yelled, "RIGHT! Now, who wants to see me remove Snivvie's trousers?" There was a resounding cry, "Meeeeee!" Harry enthusiastically tore off Snape's pants and began to go down as they all clapped and chanted, "Snivellus Snape-Snape! Snivellus Snape-Snape!" Voldemort watched with gleaming eyes. The house elves started to play music and pour wine again and Bellatrix took Voldemort down the stairs gingerly with his long, gray cape trailing behind as Severus received the most perverse pleasure of his entire life.
