A/N: Wow! WHAT a response! Twelve whole reviews for one chapter? Whoopeeee!
Thank you for all the reviews. The constructive criticism was quite
helpful. I will attempt not to describe the pain so much. But only if I can
help it! Because of all your praise, I stayed up until some time late at
night (that I can't be bothered to remember precisely), writing this. I
hope that you like this chapter too! If you do, then, simply
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Disclaimer: Not mine. Sadly. All belong to JK Rowling, the lucky bugger.
WARNINGS: SLASH SLASH SLASH SLASH-y goodness (or badness) in this chapter. And in the rest of the story. I shall also warn you that this story has some pretty twisted pairings, so, if you have a weak stomach, click on the back button now. Also, just to warn you (again) this chapter is //very// twisted . . . so, if you think you can hack it, read on . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~ Anything For You ~~~~~~~~~~~
"What the . . .? You!" Harry hissed, lunging towards Draco.
"Hold him back," the Dark Lord stated firmly.
Three Death Eaters grabbed Harry by the robes and held him still.
"I knew it! I just //knew// it! Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Slut, Death Eater SPY!" Harry yelled. "You fucking bastard! And we actually thought that you were on the Light side!" he spat at the fair-haired boy who was looking indifferent to the comments that were being thrown at him.
Voldemort looked at Draco, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Slytherin . . . slut?" he asked softly.
Harry saw Malfoy swallow slightly as he looked at his master.
"Master, I . . . you must understand that I . . . m-my father . . ." Malfoy's voice trailed off. Harry felt slightly pleased that Malfoy had nothing else to say.
"Your father is a well respected Death Eater. He doesn't tell you to go and fuck half of Hogwarts." Voldemort said calmly, although his red eyes seemed to glow slightly brighter as he said this. Even though Harry wasn't that close to him, he could feel the anger radiating off Voldemort in waves.
"Actually, it's not half of Hogwarts. Just everything on two legs." Harry put in boldly. Merlin knew why he was speaking up in the face of the most dreaded wizard . . . creature . . . thing . . . in the entire world. But Malfoy had betrayed them. He deserved a little pain, didn't he? Because for some reason, it made Voldemort angry to find out that his little spy was the whore of Hogwarts.
"Is that so, my Dragon?" Voldemort asked Draco softly, never taking his eyes away from him.
Despite his better pretensions, Draco nodded slowly.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed even more.
Malfoy tore his blue-grey eyes away from the Dark Lord's fiery red ones, and stared straight at Harry. Instead of a scowl, or even a sneer (which Harry was expecting), there seemed to be a sort of . . . pleading in his eyes. Asking for . . . forgiveness, maybe?
Harry shook his head. He was being absurd. Malfoys were betraying bastards. They did not ask for forgiveness. Besides, Malfoy seemed perfectly happy being the great and all-powerful spy. He was probably the Dark Lord's right- hand man, now that Wormtail was dead.
After a few moments, Malfoy turned his head to Voldemort again.
"You know that you will be punished for this little . . . revelation, don't you, my Dragon?" the evil wizard asked him.
Draco's eyes widened slightly. He quickly looked towards Harry, then back to Voldemort again.
"No . . . no, you can't . . . no . . ." he whispered, shaking his head.
"No?" Voldemort asked, slightly mocking surprise. "Are you telling me what I can and can't do?" he asked.
Malfoy, eyes still wide, looked towards his father for help. The elder Malfoy just stared at him with a dangerous look in his eyes. He had defied the Dark Lord in some way. He would pay.
Harry watched this little display in curiosity.
"Harry, my dear boy, come closer, will you?" Voldemort said airily, waving a hand at the Death Eaters, who moved a struggling Harry a few steps towards the Dark Lord. He turned towards the dark-haired boy, eyes swiftly skimming his body, and he said, with a slightly twisted smile, "You're in for a real show tonight."
Harry's eyes widened at what this might mean. He quickly glanced at Malfoy Jr, whose mouth was slightly open in shock, his eyes on Voldemort's back.
"My faithful followers!" Voldemort cried, his voice echoing throughout the dungeon. "I shall put on a great show for you all tonight! My Dragon, young Malfoy to some of you, here, has done wrong and he will be punished!" the Dark Lord yelled, eyes flashing with an ill-concealed sort of excitement.
This was met with cries from Death Eaters all over the dungeon.
"Yes!"
"Punish him!"
"Give him what he deserves!"
"Bash a foot through his skull!"
Harry was surprised to see Malfoy Senior also yelling. His face, although still remaining cold and unfeeling, had a hint of excitement brought to it. Probably because it had something to do with his beloved Master, Harry thought spitefully.
He looked at Malfoy Jr. He was looking openly shocked, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly. He seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Voldemort turned towards him, and Draco automatically took a step back.
"No . . . no, please. I'll do anything . . . anything . . . just not when Potter's . . . not when Potter's . . . not in front of him, please," he begged quietly, fear shining in his wide eyes.
Harry felt confused. What was Voldemort going to do to Draco that was so bad? Why was Draco embarrassed to have it done in front of Harry? Probably because he didn't want to show how he felt pain. Probably doesn't want me to see him crying like a baby, Harry thought cruelly, even though he knew what the Dark Lord was capable of.
He deserves it . . . he deserves it . . . whatever is going to happen, he deserves it . . . Harry kept repeating to himself silently.
But he couldn't tear his gaze away from the fair-haired Slytherin, who was staring at the Dark Lord in what could only be described as fear.
Voldemort took a few steps towards Harry, so that he could feel the evil wizard's breath on his face. He smelled of rotten flesh and blood. And death, Harry unconsciously thought.
Voldemort's hand flew out and grabbed Harry's chin gently. Harry could feel chills going down his spine. The look on the Dark Lord's face was . . . frightening. His fingers felt cold and clammy on Harry's hot skin.
"My Harry . . ." the Dark Lord whispered, before capturing the startled seventeen-year-old boy's mouth with his own. He roughly thrust his tongue into the younger boy's mouth, exploring inside.
Harry suddenly jolted out of his reverie, and pushed Voldemort away, looking at him in disgust. He now felt physically sick. So that's why the Dark Lord's eyes kept moving over his body. What a sick bastard.
"You're sick," Harry managed to get out, the ability to speak coming back. Voldemort gave him a twisted smile.
"I know," he said, and turned around, purposefully taking slow strides towards Malfoy, who was staring at Harry, paralysed with shock.
Harry felt three pairs of arms lock around him, holding him back. Which was just as well because he thought that if that thing that they called 'Lord' so much as looked at him again, he would something very stupid indeed. Something that would probably get himself killed.
"Now. The show begins." Voldemort said loudly.
He suddenly grabbed Draco Malfoy by the hair, and rammed him against the wall. The Death Eaters around the dungeon all started cheering. Instead of starting to beat him, like Harry thought he would, the Dark Lord slammed his mouth against the fair-haired boy's open lips, and Harry could see him shoving his tongue down his throat, the same way he had done to Harry.
Only this time, Voldemort went further than he did with Harry, and his hand grasped Malfoy's crotch. Harry could see Malfoy's eyes widening in fear and disgust.
Harry clenched his eyes shut and turned his head away. He didn't want to see this.
"Go on, Wonder Boy, watch this! You'll like it!" a Death Eater who was holding him cried, spinning his head back towards the sickening display that was happening in front of him.
Voldemort was now greedily ripping all of Malfoy's robes off, leaving him clothed in nothing but black silk boxers.
The other Death Eaters were still cheering. They seemed to get off on this . . . this . . . exhibit, which was just plain wrong.
Harry watched as the Dark Lord literally ripped the pale boy's boxers off, his hands wandering all over the alabaster skin. Draco's eyes seeked out his father, begging him to do something to stop Voldemort. But all Lucius did was sneer at his only son. It was disgusting. How could someone let someone do such a thing to their own son?
Voldemort's hands were still running all over Draco's skin, and his tongue soon joined them, licking at every piece of skin he could reach. Draco's eyes met Harry's from across the room. Harry saw that they were full of tears. Draco mouthed the words, 'forgive me'.
Suddenly, his sharp scream pierced the air as Voldemort violently rammed into him.
Harry clenched his eyes tightly to block out the view.
All that he heard for the rest of the night were the cheers of the Death Eaters, and Draco's pain-filled screams as Lord Voldemort violated the young boy's body in the worst way possible . . .
TBC
Disclaimer: Not mine. Sadly. All belong to JK Rowling, the lucky bugger.
WARNINGS: SLASH SLASH SLASH SLASH-y goodness (or badness) in this chapter. And in the rest of the story. I shall also warn you that this story has some pretty twisted pairings, so, if you have a weak stomach, click on the back button now. Also, just to warn you (again) this chapter is //very// twisted . . . so, if you think you can hack it, read on . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~ Anything For You ~~~~~~~~~~~
"What the . . .? You!" Harry hissed, lunging towards Draco.
"Hold him back," the Dark Lord stated firmly.
Three Death Eaters grabbed Harry by the robes and held him still.
"I knew it! I just //knew// it! Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Slut, Death Eater SPY!" Harry yelled. "You fucking bastard! And we actually thought that you were on the Light side!" he spat at the fair-haired boy who was looking indifferent to the comments that were being thrown at him.
Voldemort looked at Draco, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Slytherin . . . slut?" he asked softly.
Harry saw Malfoy swallow slightly as he looked at his master.
"Master, I . . . you must understand that I . . . m-my father . . ." Malfoy's voice trailed off. Harry felt slightly pleased that Malfoy had nothing else to say.
"Your father is a well respected Death Eater. He doesn't tell you to go and fuck half of Hogwarts." Voldemort said calmly, although his red eyes seemed to glow slightly brighter as he said this. Even though Harry wasn't that close to him, he could feel the anger radiating off Voldemort in waves.
"Actually, it's not half of Hogwarts. Just everything on two legs." Harry put in boldly. Merlin knew why he was speaking up in the face of the most dreaded wizard . . . creature . . . thing . . . in the entire world. But Malfoy had betrayed them. He deserved a little pain, didn't he? Because for some reason, it made Voldemort angry to find out that his little spy was the whore of Hogwarts.
"Is that so, my Dragon?" Voldemort asked Draco softly, never taking his eyes away from him.
Despite his better pretensions, Draco nodded slowly.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed even more.
Malfoy tore his blue-grey eyes away from the Dark Lord's fiery red ones, and stared straight at Harry. Instead of a scowl, or even a sneer (which Harry was expecting), there seemed to be a sort of . . . pleading in his eyes. Asking for . . . forgiveness, maybe?
Harry shook his head. He was being absurd. Malfoys were betraying bastards. They did not ask for forgiveness. Besides, Malfoy seemed perfectly happy being the great and all-powerful spy. He was probably the Dark Lord's right- hand man, now that Wormtail was dead.
After a few moments, Malfoy turned his head to Voldemort again.
"You know that you will be punished for this little . . . revelation, don't you, my Dragon?" the evil wizard asked him.
Draco's eyes widened slightly. He quickly looked towards Harry, then back to Voldemort again.
"No . . . no, you can't . . . no . . ." he whispered, shaking his head.
"No?" Voldemort asked, slightly mocking surprise. "Are you telling me what I can and can't do?" he asked.
Malfoy, eyes still wide, looked towards his father for help. The elder Malfoy just stared at him with a dangerous look in his eyes. He had defied the Dark Lord in some way. He would pay.
Harry watched this little display in curiosity.
"Harry, my dear boy, come closer, will you?" Voldemort said airily, waving a hand at the Death Eaters, who moved a struggling Harry a few steps towards the Dark Lord. He turned towards the dark-haired boy, eyes swiftly skimming his body, and he said, with a slightly twisted smile, "You're in for a real show tonight."
Harry's eyes widened at what this might mean. He quickly glanced at Malfoy Jr, whose mouth was slightly open in shock, his eyes on Voldemort's back.
"My faithful followers!" Voldemort cried, his voice echoing throughout the dungeon. "I shall put on a great show for you all tonight! My Dragon, young Malfoy to some of you, here, has done wrong and he will be punished!" the Dark Lord yelled, eyes flashing with an ill-concealed sort of excitement.
This was met with cries from Death Eaters all over the dungeon.
"Yes!"
"Punish him!"
"Give him what he deserves!"
"Bash a foot through his skull!"
Harry was surprised to see Malfoy Senior also yelling. His face, although still remaining cold and unfeeling, had a hint of excitement brought to it. Probably because it had something to do with his beloved Master, Harry thought spitefully.
He looked at Malfoy Jr. He was looking openly shocked, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly. He seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Voldemort turned towards him, and Draco automatically took a step back.
"No . . . no, please. I'll do anything . . . anything . . . just not when Potter's . . . not when Potter's . . . not in front of him, please," he begged quietly, fear shining in his wide eyes.
Harry felt confused. What was Voldemort going to do to Draco that was so bad? Why was Draco embarrassed to have it done in front of Harry? Probably because he didn't want to show how he felt pain. Probably doesn't want me to see him crying like a baby, Harry thought cruelly, even though he knew what the Dark Lord was capable of.
He deserves it . . . he deserves it . . . whatever is going to happen, he deserves it . . . Harry kept repeating to himself silently.
But he couldn't tear his gaze away from the fair-haired Slytherin, who was staring at the Dark Lord in what could only be described as fear.
Voldemort took a few steps towards Harry, so that he could feel the evil wizard's breath on his face. He smelled of rotten flesh and blood. And death, Harry unconsciously thought.
Voldemort's hand flew out and grabbed Harry's chin gently. Harry could feel chills going down his spine. The look on the Dark Lord's face was . . . frightening. His fingers felt cold and clammy on Harry's hot skin.
"My Harry . . ." the Dark Lord whispered, before capturing the startled seventeen-year-old boy's mouth with his own. He roughly thrust his tongue into the younger boy's mouth, exploring inside.
Harry suddenly jolted out of his reverie, and pushed Voldemort away, looking at him in disgust. He now felt physically sick. So that's why the Dark Lord's eyes kept moving over his body. What a sick bastard.
"You're sick," Harry managed to get out, the ability to speak coming back. Voldemort gave him a twisted smile.
"I know," he said, and turned around, purposefully taking slow strides towards Malfoy, who was staring at Harry, paralysed with shock.
Harry felt three pairs of arms lock around him, holding him back. Which was just as well because he thought that if that thing that they called 'Lord' so much as looked at him again, he would something very stupid indeed. Something that would probably get himself killed.
"Now. The show begins." Voldemort said loudly.
He suddenly grabbed Draco Malfoy by the hair, and rammed him against the wall. The Death Eaters around the dungeon all started cheering. Instead of starting to beat him, like Harry thought he would, the Dark Lord slammed his mouth against the fair-haired boy's open lips, and Harry could see him shoving his tongue down his throat, the same way he had done to Harry.
Only this time, Voldemort went further than he did with Harry, and his hand grasped Malfoy's crotch. Harry could see Malfoy's eyes widening in fear and disgust.
Harry clenched his eyes shut and turned his head away. He didn't want to see this.
"Go on, Wonder Boy, watch this! You'll like it!" a Death Eater who was holding him cried, spinning his head back towards the sickening display that was happening in front of him.
Voldemort was now greedily ripping all of Malfoy's robes off, leaving him clothed in nothing but black silk boxers.
The other Death Eaters were still cheering. They seemed to get off on this . . . this . . . exhibit, which was just plain wrong.
Harry watched as the Dark Lord literally ripped the pale boy's boxers off, his hands wandering all over the alabaster skin. Draco's eyes seeked out his father, begging him to do something to stop Voldemort. But all Lucius did was sneer at his only son. It was disgusting. How could someone let someone do such a thing to their own son?
Voldemort's hands were still running all over Draco's skin, and his tongue soon joined them, licking at every piece of skin he could reach. Draco's eyes met Harry's from across the room. Harry saw that they were full of tears. Draco mouthed the words, 'forgive me'.
Suddenly, his sharp scream pierced the air as Voldemort violently rammed into him.
Harry clenched his eyes tightly to block out the view.
All that he heard for the rest of the night were the cheers of the Death Eaters, and Draco's pain-filled screams as Lord Voldemort violated the young boy's body in the worst way possible . . .
TBC