Authors Note: I was going to post this chapter sooner, but I am a little disappointed by the feedback, considering there are at least 50 people looking at the last chapter. Because of this I think I'll stick to hopefully updating once a week in hopes that it will give people more time to read and review! Be warned, this chapter is rated M.
It was nearly eight o'clock on Saturday evening. We were gathered in the atrium of Malfoy Manor, waiting for any instruction on what would be asked of us during the meeting. I stood silently next to Severus, who seemed just as nervous as I was. I could tell he was looking at me, unsure of what to say, but the moment I would gaze up and him he would be looking away.
In all my years of being friends with Lily I never understood why she would befriend someone like him. In my eyes he was a greasy know it all who liked to pick fights with the marauders, but ever since getting to know him I realized he was more a victim than anything. It was clear to everyone, including Lily, that he had feelings for her, and James and the others mocked him for it.
I knew now James did what he did because he was jealous that Lily may have had feelings for someone else, since Lily and Severus spent so much time together working on homework and such, but I knew that she never felt for Severus the way he felt for her. It was for her own good that they never had a romantic relationship. If this was what Severus had always wanted, like he claims it is, then she would have likely been targeted by the Dark Lord simply for have a connection with Severus. I sighed to myself, feeling sorry for the boy standing next to me. I knew what it was like to love someone so much, but never have him or her feel the same for you.
I looked up when everyone began moving towards a now open door, the same door that led to the room the last meeting was held in. I silently screamed inside, not wanting to be given my task in front of all the other death eaters.
We all entered the room, taking the same spots around the round table as we did at the previous meeting. Everyone looked eager and somewhat thrilled to be sitting here, about to receive new tasks from their lord. I briefly wondered if I was the only one praying on the inside that I didn't have to murder anyone, including muggles.
The Dark Lord sat at the head of the table, which was expected. He scanned over everyone arrogantly, and when his snake eyes laid upon me I put every effort to act as though I was getting pleasure out of sitting at this round table with a group of merciless murderers. It seemed to work, because his eyes did not linger on me and before I had a chance to exhale the breath I was holding he spoke, addressing us as a whole.
"My fellow witches and wizards, what a pleasure it is to see you all once more." He began his speech as many nodded in acknowledgment.
"You must all be getting weary as you have waited for more instruction, and I would like to thank you for your patience. I have carefully selected tasks for each and every one of you. These are required, not recommended, and if you should fail to complete your task by the next meeting, which will be held in two weeks time, there will be sever consequences. I however, doubt that there will be any problems, as I am sure you are all as committed to this movement as I."
He began addressing each person individually, starting with Bellatrix who sat next to him on his left. She was presented with a particularly gruesome task of torturing three muggleborn families, and killing their magical offspring. Though terrible, she accepted her task with glee as she smiled, a hideous sight, for several minutes afterwards.
Rodolphus, Rabastan, and Mulciber were all instructed to work together in recruiting a pack of giants to fight for the Dark Lord in his upcoming war. They weren't nearly as excited about their task as those before them were, mainly because it didn't involve killing and torturing.
I held my breath as the Dark Lord addressed me individually.
"Ana Travers, I have a special task for you. You have infiltrated the Order and given me a list of names, and for that I am entirely grateful, but that is not enough."
I bit my tongue, afraid to let my nervousness show with my fidgeting mouth.
"I am requesting you to eliminate an Order member, to prove to that daft wizard that I am indeed a threat. You must kill Marlene McKinnon. Ensure that you do not draw attention to yourself; I do not want to lose you as a valuable spy." He finished, and effortlessly moved on to address Shay.
I didn't hear the rest of the tasks sent forth, for I was too caught up in the thought of killing someone else; that person being a girl my age who I lived next door too and whose parents were my parents close friends. My mind had gone blank as I stared down at the glassy tabletop. My hands were sweaty and my mouth was dry. I couldn't believe this was real, that I would have to do this.
I was shaken from my thoughts as the chair beside me slid out. I looked over and saw Shay stand next to me, waiting for me to come along with him. I mimicked him and stood to my feet, feeling my legs wobble from under me. I quickly grasped Shay's shoulder to straighten myself before making a fool of myself and tumbling over.
"Are you alright?" He whispered so that no one around could hear.
I didn't open my mouth, afraid that I would cry out in angst. He led me out of the room and towards the entrance, without stopping to converse with anyone, we would be seeing them soon enough, and apparated back home the moment we stepped out of the Manor.
Everything continued to spin as we arrived in front of our house, and Shay practically pulled me inside before allowing me to collapse on the hardwood floor of the entrance.
"You need to pull yourself together Ana, people will be arriving soon." Shay hissed at me, no sympathy in his voice.
"I can't do it." My voice was so quiet that I didn't think he could hear me.
"You don't have a choice."
I let out a soft sob while still sitting on the ground.
How could I possibly do this?
"Ana get up now." Shay ordered, grabbing my arm and heaving me off the ground. It was then that my insides gave way and I lurched up all the contents of my stomach. The taste of bile was stained in my mouth as tears ran down my face.
The thought of killing Marlene, of killing anyone, made me sick. What made it worse was that I knew if I didn't the Dark Lord would consider me a traitor and would kill me himself. Killing others was the only way I was going to stay alive, the thought had just hit me.
"Seriously?" Shay sounded exasperated as he waved his wand to clean up the mess, which was gone instantly. "Get upstairs and clean yourself up. We will talk about this later."
I slowly made my way up the staircase, hunched over and holding my stomach, which suddenly felt extremely painful. I closed my bathroom door and turned the tap on to rinse out my mouth. I then brushed my teeth to remove the taste of vomit and opened the medicine cabinet in search of a pain reliever. I took a small vial of purple liquid and downed it in one shot, sat on the edge of my bath, and waited for it to take effect.
No more than five minutes passed before I felt loads better. I changed into more comfortable clothing, still dressy of course, and headed downstairs to find that there were already four guests in my home. Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan, and Rosier accompanied my brother in the lounge, while drinking various liquors out of our most expensive glasses.
The only available seat was next to Rabastan, so I sat down, careful that our legs did not touch. He didn't look at me, which struck me as odd, but I left it alone not wanting to draw any attention to myself.
I listened to the conversation going on in the room, which revolved around our newly assigned tasks. I had missed what task Shay was given, and was surprised to find out he, along with Lucius, had to attempt to infiltrate the other governors of Hogwarts in an attempt to take over the school. This didn't seem all that hard to me, considering all one needed to do was use the imperius curse on the others.
Perhaps the Dark Lord somehow knew I was his weakest link, and that was why he granted me such a cruel task.
"I'll believe it when I see it." Bellatrix's vicious voice brought my mind back to the room as I looked over; I saw her watching me with a maniacal grin.
"Ana will complete her task just as everyone else." Shay spoke up, and I immediately knew they were talking about the doubts they had of me.
"It seems a bit odd though, that she doesn't look the least bit excited about it. You look rather sick actually." Rodolphus smirked.
"Are you scared, Travers?" Bellatrix taunted along with her fiancé.
Before I had a chance to speak, the door opened and a loud group of wizards entered the house. It was the rest who were meant to be arriving. Mulciber, Snape, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Mcnair, Dolohov, and, of course, Tomas were all present, and very loud. It was only going to get worse, something I was not particularly excited about.
I stood from my seat and poured myself a drink from behind the bar, quickly maneuvering away so I wouldn't become the bartender, and stood near the exit. I watched as everyone entered the room to grab drinks, and then slowly dispersed around the main floor of our home.
For the most part I stood alone, having drink after drink until my skin was warm and my vision was slightly fuzzy. Enjoying the feeling, I grabbed a half empty bottle from the bar and brought it with me, sitting down on the now vacant sofa.
"That's a lot of alcohol for such a young lady." Lucius said as he took a seat next to me.
"Are you going to tell me I shouldn't drink?" I raised my brow.
"Of course not, you deserve to let loose, especially after the task you've been given." He took a long sip from his glass while peering over at me.
I took a swig from the bottle, not caring how dirty I looked.
"What do you mean, 'after the task I've been given'? Do you not think I can handle it?" I asked stubbornly, knowing full well he was right.
"Honestly no Ana, I don't think you can handle it. What were you thinking when you joined the Dark Lord?" He asked, hushing his voice so that no one would overhear our discussion.
"I joined for the same reasons as you did, Lucius. For the power and security." I shrugged.
He observed me for a moment before responding.
"That's not the whole reason I joined, Ana. I believe in blood purity, my family has for centuries. That's the only good enough reason you should have to join a cause like this."
"Yes, well some of us aren't in consistent threat of being brutally raped and killed I guess." I said as I stood from the sofa, wobbling slightly.
"Ana you know I feel terrible about what happened." He stood with me.
I snorted at his attempt to make me feel better.
"Do you really Lucius? You haven't whispered so much as an apology since, so how am I to believe that's true?" I stated.
Before he was about to reply I placed my finger on his soft, warm lips.
"Forget it happened; I will. We're colleagues now, we might as well make the best of it." I grinned before walking away from my brothers' new boss.
I wandered my way through the room, suddenly feeling very social. The alcohol was taking affect on me, and influenced me to start up a conversation with the first vile man I could find.
"Hello, Rabastan, Rodolphus. Where is your lovely fiancé?" I asked as I leaned against Rabastan's side, who instinctively placed an arm around my shoulder.
"Ah, she's off somewhere. Why, did you want to have a little fun without her knowing? I can assure you she doesn't mind." Rodolphus said, moving too close for comfort. Not even the effects of the alcohol could make me want to be around that menace.
"Actually, I wanted to spend time with your handsome brother here. If you don't mind." I gestured him off so that Rabastan and I stood alone.
I turned to face him, a grin plastered on my drunken face as I brought the bottle I had been carrying around up against my lips. I cringed at the foul taste it left in my mouth as it burned down my throat, but swallowed it in one swift gulp.
"Some things never change, Travers." Rabastan commented as he took the bottle from my grasp and consumed his own portion.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, rocking myself into him. I didn't care how slutty I was being, or who noticed; I was feeling frisky and who better to confide in?
"It means that you are not as innocent as you portray yourself to be. You're the naughty little girl that's caught my eye from the beginning." He began to run his hand across my back, causing me to shiver.
"What do you say we go upstairs?" I whispered against his ear.
He hummed against my neck as he kissed it lightly.
"Now what fun would that be?" He asked as he ran his hand down my stomach and between my thighs.
"My brother's here Rabastan, if he sees this he will avada you in an instant." I laughed slightly.
Rabastan groaned as he pulled away from me slightly, then looked into my eyes. He sighed and took my hand, pulling me away from the crowd and up the stairs. Once we reached the hallway and were out of sight, Rabastan pushed me roughly against the wall and kissed me feverishly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face closer to mine, deepening the kiss. We were about to retire to my room when we heard footsteps approach.
"Well, well, what's going on here?" Tomas said as he drew closer to us.
"This doesn't concern you, Wilkes." Rabastan snarled, evidently still angry about the other evening when Tomas ratted him out to the Dark Lord.
"I think it does. I promised her brother that I would keep Ana safe. I don't think she is all that safe with you, Lestrange." He was within arm reach now, and Rabastan let me go to face him.
They looked at each other for a moment before Rabastan growled in frustration.
"We will continue this later." He spoke to me before pushing passed Tomas and descended back down the stairs to rejoin the party.
I stood in the hallway awkwardly before turning into my room and closing the door behind me. I was about to undress for a bath when I heard the door open behind me.
"So because you couldn't shag Rabastan you're going to just leave the party?" Tomas said, closing the door behind him.
"What do you want? You scared off my fun, you can leave now." I said strongly, not wanting him to know how afraid I was to be alone in his presence.
He continued to walk further into my room, examining almost everything he passed and looking at my bed much longer than I would've liked.
"You could do much better than that savage Ana, and you know it." He was suddenly right in front of me, and I could feel myself shaking.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I want to make you feel good." Tomas whispered as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I shivered slightly at his gentle touch and closed my eyes, wondering if he was sincere.
"How am I supposed to believe you when all you've done is hurt me?" I asked quietly and opened my eyes to peer into his. They were just as dark as usual, but there was something different about them. The lust and danger that they usually held was gone, and replaced with a type of honesty.
"You have no reason to trust me Ana, just please give me a chance to show you." He kissed the sensitive spot on my neck, causing my head to involuntary tilt and allowing him better access. The feeling was sensational as he moved his lips across my neck and up to my ear. He licked and sucked lightly on the cartilage causing me to hum softly.
He took this as an invitation to move his lips towards my face, and in an instant claimed mine with his. The kiss was surprisingly warm, and gentle as our lips moved together. He took the opportunity to slide his hands behind my back and pulled me so close to him that our bodies were pressed flat against each other.
Carefully he guided me back towards the bed, and leant me down beneath him, never breaking the kiss we shared. Everything about this seemed wrong, my mind was screaming at me to stop, but my body would not oblige. His kiss and touch felt so amazing against my skin, I had forgotten what it was like to be touched by someone in this way.
After several minutes, Tomas pulled his lips away from mine and peered down at my face. I looked up at him as I felt his hands roam down to my thighs then began to push the skirt of my dress up. In one swift movement he pulled the dress over my head and tossed it to the ground beside my bed, then hungrily eyed my half naked form. I suddenly felt extremely exposed and was about to sit up when he brought his hands up to my breasts and began working them expertly.
He massaged each with the same attention, teasing my nipples through the fabric of my silk black bra. I arched my back, pushing my breasts harder against his strong hands, wanting more, to which he obliged. He reached around my back and unfastened the clip, freeing my breasts from their confinements, then brought his head down and began sucking and kissing them.
He flicked his tongue against one nipple while he massaged the other, causing a moan to escape from my lips. Something about his actions sent waves of pleasure throughout my body, and he hadn't even gotten below my belly button. Tomas pulled his face away from his task and looked at me with a smirk on his swollen lips.
"Do you like what I'm doing to you?" He asked huskily as he returned his lips to my neck while continuing to massage my chest with his hands.
"Yes." I breathed, my mind still screaming no.
"I'm going to make you feel pleasure you've never felt before, Ana." He groaned into my neck as he began trailing kisses down my chest and stomach, only stopping at the hem of my last article of clothing.
"Wait." I looked down at him and watched as he raised a brow at me. "It hardly seems fair that I am pretty well naked and you have all your clothing on."
He smirked.
"All you had to do was ask darling." He said and leaned up, pulling his black sweater and whatever shirt was on underneath over his head and dropped them to the floor. He then removed his shoes, socks, and trousers before I could even blink once.
"Better?" He asked.
"Much."
"Now, where were we?" He said before leaning back down, kissing every inch of my stomach while running his hands up and down my thighs.
I could feel myself getting wet with anticipation, hoping that he would allow me release. I hadn't had an orgasm in months, as I had been with men who were only in it for themselves, or just too shy to do it myself since everything that happened.
The word rape popped into my head, and I briefly thought about how twisted it was that the man who violated me was now situated between my legs giving me shivers of pleasure. I casted the thought aside, knowing that there was no need to get emotional. This was simply sex, and it didn't matter whom it was with.
Tomas grabbed the bottle of alcohol that I had placed on my bedside table and opened the top. Slowly, he poured the liquid into my belly button and along the small valley that ran down the center of my stomach. He re-fastened the bottle and tossed it onto our piled clothes and leant his face down to my stomach.
His tongue trailed along my abdomen as he gathered and sucked up the alcohol, finding my belly button last. The sensation was exceptionally erotic, causing me to wither in primitive pleasure beneath him. Slowly he trailed kisses back up to my face and kissed me, allowing me to taste the alcohol on his breath.
Tomas ran his fingers up to my stomach and tugged on the hem of my underwear and pulled it down passed my knees and feet. He then began to explore my most private part with his hand, pushing in two fingers and curving them upwards. The sensation was extraordinary and I could feel heat building in my stomach, but was soon disappointed when he removed his fingers and placed them back on my thigh.
"Don't worry, I'll have you moaning my name in no time." He said before spreading my legs further and pressing his mouth between my thighs.
That moment I let out a loud gasp, the feeling of his tongue moving across my clit caused me mind-blowing pleasure. The quietness of the room was soon interrupted by my constant moans of enjoyment as he moved his mouth and tongue around my warmth and it didn't take long to feel the build up of pressure caused by his actions.
"Fuck it feels good." I moaned as I grabbed the sheets and squeezed them in a clenched fist.
Tomas pulled away and replaced his mouth with his hand, rubbing gently enough to keep the pressure from fading.
"I love it when you moan Ana, it's so fucking sexy." Tomas groaned in my ear as he hovered over me, the warmth of his breath caused me to let out another loud moan.
"Please, Tomas I'm so close. Don't stop." I whispered as I bucked my hips up into his hand.
"I like to watch you squirm under my touch." He said as he slowed his pace, causing me to whimper in both frustration and pleasure.
"Please."
"Please what?" He spoke against my ear.
"Make me cum Tomas!" I moaned loudly.
I felt his hand pick up the pace and press harder against me, bringing me to my tipping point. I suddenly felt myself fall over the edge as his fingers rubbed against me perfectly. I cried out as my body shook from the immense release of pressure that had built up under his touch and I arched my back, pushing myself into him.
He slowed his hand, and inserted a finger into my now tight and soaking opening and slowly fingered as I came down from my high. I soon relaxed against the covers and ran my hand down my warm, smooth stomach. Tomas lay next to me and kissed my neck once more, which returned the tingling feeling all over my skin.
"How was that?" He breathed against my skin.
Only one word came to mind.
"Amazing."
I could feel him smirk against my neck as he ran his large hands down my torso, and once again caressed my breasts.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself darling." He said as he leaned his head on his hand and looked down into my face.
I looked at him quizzically.
"Are you saying that's it?" I asked.
"If you want it to be." He raised a brow.
"I thought you were going to fuck me?" I said in the sexiest voice I could muster.
Tomas smirked and bit down on my neck lightly.
"So now you WANT me to fuck you, is that it?" He growled in my ear. His voice was so primal; it was the sexiest think I'd ever heard.
"Yes, I want every inch of you inside me." I moaned as my hand roamed over his toned chest.
"As you wish."
He quickly removed his boxers and climbed on top of me. He rubbed his tip against my opening; the feeling brought me back to where I was before, feeling enormous pleasure. Slowly he pushed himself inside me, moaning at how tight I was around him. Soon he was all the way inside, and began to pull out before thrusting back in.
"Oh Merlin Ana, you feel better than I remembered it." He groaned as he sucked on the sensitive spot of my neck.
He began to pick up the pace, moving harder and faster into me, causing another build up of pressure to form in my loins. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper with each thrust.
"I want you on top." He said and flipped us without removing himself from me.
Slowly, I began to rock on him, feeling his pelvic bone press against my clit each time I moved, causing me to moan once more. Tomas grabbed my hips with his strong hands and guided me across his hardness, for which I was thankful for as I had no experience.
"Ugh Ana just like that. You're so fucking tight." Tomas moaned, his dirty talk causing me to come closer to my release. I continued to rub my clit against him as he rocked me back and forth, and before I could stop myself I let out a loud cry as I came for the second time, my insides squeezing tight against him.
I stopped rocking and allowed him to thrust into me hard as he searched for his release, which came quick after mine. I laid down on top of him, still shaking slightly from the sensations that passed through me. Never had I felt this much pleasure with a man. It was far better than anything I have done for myself, and I never wanted this sensation to end.
"That was amazing. You're incredible." Tomas whispered, breathing heavily as he draped his arms around my exposed back.
I stayed quiet, partly because I didn't know what to say and partly because I didn't want to ruin the moment. I rolled off of him and laid next to him, my heart beating fast.
We laid in silence for a while before I stood up and headed for the bathroom, wanting to wash away his seed that was now sticking to the inside of my legs. I turned on the hot water and immediately stepped in, washing myself with my orange scented body wash.
I just had sex with Tomas, the man who raped me at the beginning of my school year and who tormented me for the remainder of the year, and I liked it. No, I loved it. It was unbelievable the amount of pleasure someone could give another person. I had never felt that way with any of the other's I had fucked over the past year, not even with Sirius. This felt different; it was like he wanted me to feel amazing, which surprised me.
I shook my head and rinsed all the soap off my body, careful not to get my hair or face wet as I intended to return to the party downstairs. I quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around me as I headed back into my bedroom. It seemed that Tomas had the same idea, as his clothes were gone along with him and mine were laid neatly across my messy bed.
I put my dress back on and straightened my hair before heading back downstairs to rejoin the party. I met up with Shay who was talking to several people about their excitement to be finished with school. I ignored the conversation, still feeling blissful and not wanting to ruin the moment. I looked across the room to see Tomas, who looked to me and grinned before returning to his conversation with Lucius. It would be our little secret.