The pungent, acidic smell of urine assaulted their senses and made Hermione want to vomit. The pitiful sight before her was enough to bring her to silent tears and make the bile rise in her throat. Fear and horror hung thick in the air and if fear had a smell, she knew this would be it.

They had raided a small, modest Muggle home in the countryside, a small cottage whose neighbors were a good kilometer away so no one would hear a thing. It was a small farming family with two young children, a girl, and a boy. Hermione's eyes darted around the living room, it was quaint and smiling photos of the family adorned the walls during happier times and guilt chewed at her soul.

The two children huddled together, urinating themselves, screaming and begging not to be hurt, their eyes pleading and full of worry and sadness. Hermione had put them at a guess around eight and nine years old. They both had raven hair and piercing blue eyes, they were of slim build and looked almost alike.

Their mother and father bound in the corner and under the watchful eye and wand of Draco who she could only assume were as disgusted in what was unfolding in front of him as she were.

The mother and father of the children were back to back; tied tightly from ropes Draco had produced from his wand. Their eyes had grown wide in disbelief when they saw what was happening and the looks on their faces were almost as if they couldn't comprehend what was happening. The mother was a medium built blonde woman with pert breasts and blue eyes and a friendly looking face. The father was a stockier build with messy raven hair and warm brown eyes. Neither of them looked as if they were a threat what so ever to anyone in the world.

Hermione only knew they had been sent here because one of the children, the daughter, was showing very faint magical abilities and Voldemort didn't want any more filthy Mudbloods thrust within the magical society, he was making it his mission to vanquish the Mudbloods at a young age before they could join the ranks of Hogwarts, and seeing as he had overthrown the Ministry, he could do whatever the fuck he liked now.

Hermione had asked on the way over why they couldn't just take the girl and leave her family instead of slaughtering them all, and the only reply he had given was the Dark Lord didn't want them to have any chance of reproducing again and producing another putrid Mudblood.

Severus would take care of the children; he didn't want to corrupt Draco nor Hermione into stealing the lives of babes, not now, anyway. He knew they would have a hard enough time killing the parents of the children let alone innocent kids that the only crime they had committed was being born.

And without even a second thought, he brought his wand up, staring down at the two children holding onto one another for dear life, bawling their tiny eyes out, covered in urine soaked clothes and vomit covered feet and he inhaled a sharp, shuddery breath. Their eyes pled with him not to do to it, not to hurt them and he felt his heart clench and he lowered his wand just a touch as he thought about what he was doing, he was already destined to hell, he wasn't only boarding that bus to hell but he was driving that fucker to the deepest pits.

Closing his eyes the bright green light flashed from his wand and the two children went silent, the life and light left their eyes and they slumped together on the floor, still in an embrace.

Hermione screamed and looked away tears welling in her eyes and a lump forming in her throat, she couldn't look at them and she couldn't do this. Draco had let out a strangled sob that sounded like a cat dying a slow, painful death and he too turned away. Even having a father like Lucius, being a Death Eater and attending many a killing, he could have never been prepared for the two young children to be slaughtered in front of him in cold blood and for no other reason that the little girl had shown a scrap of magic.

The parent's shrill screams of heartbreak and desperation filled the otherwise silent night air and that tore at Hermione's heart even more. At least the children wouldn't be around to witness the horrors that would befall their parents.

"Draco," Severus hissed sharply and angrily from behind his mask. Draco stepped forward, shaking as he held his wand out in front of him, still trained on the mother and father.

"Kill the wife, Draco."

"I… I can't," He stammered, bile rising in his throat, he was a lot of terrible things, but a murderer he was not.

"Do it now, Draco," Severus pushed with urgency. He knew Draco didn't want to do it but he also knew he didn't want to see his godson end up with his own head cut from his shoulders in the fury that the Dark Lord would unleash upon him when he couldn't fulfill a simple fucking task.

"I won't." Draco lowered his wand to his side, their two hostages shaking in fear but listening intently to names or anything that would identify them should they make it out alive.

"It's kill or be killed, Draco. Make the right decision, if you don't kill, the Dark Lord will have no qualms in slaughtering you in front of your dear mother, is that what you want?"

Draco paled, which the others would have seen had he not had the mask on, his palms sweated and his tongue was so dry he could barely form any words to answer back.

Severus knew bringing his mother into the equation would quickly sway his views on the murder he had to commit.

Without even a backward glance, a second thought or a minute to mull it over, Draco raised his wand with an incredibly shaky hand and aimed it at the woman in front of him. She was a mother too, how would he have felt if someone killed his own mother? He knew he would be devastated and that is why he had to do this. What if Voldemort punished him by killing his own mother? He had to do this.

"Please," The woman screamed in sheer terror. "D….Draco, is it, Draco? We can talk this through you don't have to kill me."

He had never killed before; he had never used the killing curse in his life so he was only guessing how to cast it. He remembered back to when his father told him you have to feel utter hatred and desperation mixed in with one another to produce a viable kill. And right now, Draco felt all of those, desperation for his mother's life and hatred that he was brought here and hatred that he was doing things against his own will and hatred towards his father who in essence had put them in this fucked up situation by joining the ranks all of those years ago.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Draco whispered to the woman.

A green light burst forth from the end of his wand, hitting the woman right in the chest. She went limp and slumped against her husband's back who let out a shrill heartbroken scream at the death of his wife. The man leaned forward and vomited all over his own legs and shoes and when he looked up, Hermione could see the light had already left his eyes and he was pleading with her silently not to spare his life but to kill him too.

"Lolita," Severus whispered huskily.

Her heart thumped hard in her chest, almost bursting from her ribcage with force, her ragged forced breaths were becoming shallower and shallower as an invisible band tightened harder around her ribcage with every breath she exhaled, making the subsequent inhalation even harder.

"I can't," She pleaded with him, sadness ebbed into her tone as he could tell she was crying without even seeing her face.

"You have to. Kill or be killed," He warned her sternly as he did with Draco and she knew the Dark Lord would kill her if he felt like it, he was short-tempered and even if he did have a grand plan for her, he could quite easily slot anyone else as close to her in brilliance right into the empty slot once he killed her.

Severus stepped behind her, pressing his body close to her back and she slumped just a touch, she was tired and sick and needed to rest her body a little. Her head thumped with a migraine as her saliva became thick and almost syrup like.

An arm snaked around her waist; the other first gripped his mask tightly and removed it, before grabbing her wand hand around the wrist and raising her arm for her to point at her victim.

He could feel her magic thrumming against his own, her pure, non-corrupt magic tickled and tantalized his own. His own dark magic thrumming through her and she felt cold, she felt evil, as if maybe she could kill as if maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

"You can do it, Lolita," his husky breath hit the bare, exposed nape of her neck and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. Teeth nipped at her neck playfully next. He wasn't sure if it was the fact he was in such close proximity to her and the magic of their marriage wanted him to fuck her right there on the floor, or if she appealed to him even more now she was about to corrupt her soul and board the bus to hell with him.

He held her hand steadfast pressing hot kisses to her neck before bringing his lips up to nibble on her earlobe. She didn't know what to think, right now wasn't the time or place but something felt so right.

"Do it for me, Lolita," He whispered in her ear, her knee's growing weak in response to the deep baritone of his voice soft, dark velvet voice that just dripped sexual undertones.

She didn't want to be a murderer but she didn't want to die, either. Something deep in her also stirred and made her feel as if she needed to make Severus happy as if she needed to do what he wanted and she had never felt like this before and she knew it was the old magic in the contract she had signed to marry him. Something within the old magic and when she was bound to him made her want to please him.

"I can't," She whispered back, tilting her head to the side to expose more of her neck for an assault with his mouth, he obliged then turned her to face him, removing her mask also.

Coal eyes searched warm chocolate ones, pleading with her. He needed her to do this and she couldn't fail. He knew the Dark Lord might be onto him and he couldn't keep making excuse after excuse for her, not when he was meant to hate the girl so.

He cupped one of her ass cheeks with his large hand, drawing her in closer to him before pressing his lips to her own hungrily. She moaned in response and kissed him back with every feeling of hate, desire, loathing and want showing in her kiss, and he responded back with gusto.

Draco watched on, disgusted, from where he stood, his wand still trained on the husband who looked incredulously at the two who looked as if they were about to fuck each other right next to the corpses of his family.

"Please, Lolita," He said breathlessly as he pulled from the heated kiss, his cock throbbing and rock hard, her pussy ached with desire.

She turned back to the husband who looked back up at her, confused, sad and disgusted at what he had just witnessed. She held her wand up again, her hand shaking violently as Severus once again steadied it.

She thought of how much she hated the Dark Lord, and how much she hated being in the situation she was in. She thought about her dead friends and she thought about how desperate she was to come out of this alive and the green light flashed from the tip of her wand and the man was dead as soon as it had touched him. She stood shaking, before collapsing back against Severus who held her tight as she came to terms with what she had just done. She had just committed murder and she felt disgusted but she also felt incredibly turned on like she wanted to fuck him right here and right now. Like if she fucked him she would fuck all of the guilt that now swirled around and consumed her into him like he would take the burden of it off of her. She needed to feel the closeness of another and she needed to fell that she actually still had feeling and emotions and she wasn't the horrible wretched person she thought she was.

She turned to face him with want in her eye, he knew the look, he knew she wanted it rough and hard and he knew he would oblige. Of course, he would oblige, he had been itching to fuck the little trollop for days and now he could sink his cock into that hot wet hole knowing she was just as corrupt as he was.

Draco saw the look also and wanted to vomit, he didn't need to watch this and he didn't want to see it.

"I'm going home," He hissed and threw his arms up in frustration.

"Are you sure you don't want to join us?" Severus asked seriously, nipping at the girls bottom lip hungrily.

"I'm not that fucking desperate," He spat before apparating from the house and Severus could only guess back home.

Severus pushed her across the room before the backs of her thighs hit the dining table and she fell on it with a thud, her back hitting the mahogany, her hair sprawling out perfectly. He continued his assault on her lips, running a hand under the thick woolen robes, up her thigh before coming to rest on the lips of her hot, wet pussy. Slowly and gently he slid a finger under her panties and deep within her folds. She moaned in pleasure as his finger glided across her clit with ease, she was incredibly wet and slick and he knew he would have no trouble sliding into her tonight.

He stood back up removing the disgustingly heavy robes until he was naked and her eyes quickly raked over his frame before he stood her up, and removed her robes with finesse and ease.

He spun her around and forced her to bend over the table, he needed her now, his cock and balls were aching from the arousal he felt and he needed to sheath himself deep within her velvet walls.

Tangling a hand in her hair, he pulled her hair hard so her head was pulled back as far as it could go, with his free hand he positioned his cock at her slick, moist entrance and nudged the head in followed by the rest in quick succession. He moaned and his eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy and she moaned in appreciation and pleasure. Ever so slowly he moved his hips and rolled them around and around in different ways, he wanted nothing more than to come deep inside her, to fuck a bastard child into her womb and zero fucks would be given when he had to hand it over to Voldemort. And then he would have the pleasure of fucking another one into her and have the little bitch warm his bed for eternity.

She spread her legs just so, in a bid to encourage him to slide his length in even further, her velvet walls tight on his cock as she brought her own hand down to stroke her clit. How fucking hot, he thought to himself as his pace quickened, his balls slapping her hand every few strokes as she played with her tight, wet little cunt.

"Severus," She whispered huskily as he let go of her hair and grabbed her shoulder in a death grip and he knew it would bruise her later.

"Fuck me harder, Severus," She pleaded. So he did what any hot-blooded man would do when he was balls deep in a pretty little bitch, he fucked her hard.

His balls slapping her hand as her hand movements became faster with every one of his strokes, her breath caught in her throat and she knew she was close, every thrust into her was threatening to spill her over the edge. All he could think about was how much he wanted to shoot his load deep within her womb and impregnate the little slut with his child. And at that thought she came, her velvet walls clamped down hard in his cock, causing him to blow his load in her as he groaned deep in his throat. Their breathing loud and hard slowly made way for softer, shallower breaths as he relaxed against her, his ever-shrinking cock fell from her incredibly slick hole. His grip loosening in her shoulder and neither gave a second thought to the corpses laying a few feet away, neither gave a second thought to what they had done tonight. Not right now, anyway.

A/N: Thank you all for the previous reviews. I hope you like this chapter… I wasn't sure where it was going but the tension between them built to the point where they had to have sex I think.

I will try my best to make the next chapter Dramione for all of those fans out there.

Thanks

-Aliasmel1