Author: Brandi Vincent
Disclaimer: This is the sequel to Demon Beneath My Will; I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's characters except for Shane Pompe.
Summary: Lucius is teaming up with Tom Riddle, how can things get any worse? They can. Someone with in the Hogwarts perimeters is Tom Riddles son, and he's closer to Hermione than you may think…
~~~Chapter 4: The Son of the First~~~
Lucifer, the black guard dog at Draco's mansion, had seen better days. He flipped his floppy ear upward, hearing the distant sound of clicking, metal boots. They were deafening and could brake glass just by one-foot step; every click seemed more like a snapping of rye bone. He kept alert though, all of that training at that boot camp for dogs would not go to waste. He was in a dark shadowed room, hidden away from civilization. Where was he before he was chained to this miserable, eerie wall? Last he remembered was his master, Draco, dropping him off at dog care ward, as he could not take him to Hogwarts.
Then, just a day ago, a muscled blonde stormed into the dog-care ward and injured anyone who got in his way, grabbing the dog by his collar. Lucifer had tried snapping his jaw on the blonde's rear again, but to no avail. It was a mess and he fell unconscious from a messy bop on the head. He had just woken up a few minutes ago from the sharp clicks that sounded like crackling of bone.
A heavy chamber door slammed open as a tall, beautiful man stood in the doorway. He smiled a cruel smile at the old dog and stepped inside, high, heavy boots making several more clicks against the stone floor. They looked like polished combat boots at the front, but the heal looked like a stake, a sharp metal stake that could kill a vampire just by stepping on it. His wavy blonde hair swayed at the ends of his eyes, still keeping that well formed expression.
"My, my, what do we have here?" Lucius asked calmly, scratching his rough chin. He hadn't shaved in a bit, but the hairs weren't so long they looked like whiskers. He had huge, blue bags under his eyes. He hadn't slept in days, either. Lucius stepped forward again, the dim light from the corridor shadowing and lighting the walls lightly.
Lucifer barked furiously, growling to warn the crazy man off. No such luck. Lucius walked to the dog's side and bent down, whispering, "Boo!" Lucifer attempted to brake free of the chain, just centimeters away from tearing Lucius' face off. Lucius chuckled deeply, standing back up.
"The scar you made on my ass, mutt, is still aching. I'm afraid you must pay, along with everyone else that has ruined my life," he sighed, facing the opposite wall, "So sorry it had to end this way, though." Just as the room had silenced, more faint footsteps were heard down the corridor. Who next?
"Lucius Malfoy," a deep voice called, stepping inside of the room. He was also a handsome one, wearing tight black pants, long tied up boots, and a ruffled up white shirt with the buttons halfway undone, exposing his bare formed chest.
"Riddle, tell me, what is the recent status of our pretty little mudblood?" Lucius asked curiously, turning around to fixate his eyes on the dog.
"I have soon to break her, though she is an independent one. We still need her for the resurrection, although. This shall be interesting. 'Tis either I brake her virginity or the boy does, either way it has to be of pure venom and Slytherin blood. I wouldn't mind taking her, though. It would be...enthralling. Though the imitation can't get too close to her, we wouldn't want it taking her before a Slytherin could," Tom Riddle informed him, stepping inside, "Yet we still need that damned sword."
"Yes," Lucius stated, black eyes burning into the dog's eyes, "For it to be complete...you will need to get it when the children go to London. A perfect chance. Let's just make sure they get good grades to do so. It is a good thing you managed to make it half way out of the sword, but we need the rest of you to have you in full power and stamina."
"Ah, but you see, I already have it and Draco right where I want them. I know how to get the sword, I was playing with the muggle's mind the other day, attempting to slay him. So I know how to get it, but I sort of got caught is the problem... They will be protected left to right by the time they leave," Tom replied, stepping towards the dog as well. "What do we do with the mutt? Why have you kidnapped it anyway?"
"Unfinished business," Lucius answered, staring solemnly at Lucifer as if it were a lower being and snapped its mind with his thoughts. The dog stopped growling and dropped to the cold stone floor with a loud thud, whimpering and shivering. Until is stopped shaking and closed its eyes, still in pain and still writhing. It was a horrible way to die, but at least now it was over with.
Lucius cackled in a deep, thick laugh, Tom staring at the dead mutt in sour pity. They could have just as easily done that with Draco.
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Draco smirked, watching Hermione from across the large main hall smiling at Ron and Harry, though not of pleasure or humor. She did it so they wouldn't question her. She was nervous, of course, like an ice cube had dropped to the pit of her stomach and was taking a little longer to melt. How he knew her more than ever now. Then he glanced at Shane, who was eating silently, listening to his fellow Ravenclaws absently. He thinks he's so smooth, Draco though distastefully.
"HI!" An ear splintering voice screeched from next to Draco, sticking her turned up nose in his face.
"Go away, Pansy," he sighed in irritation, squeezing his eyes shut in hopes of opening them again to find her not there. Didn't work.
"Where have you been, Dracy-waky?" She asked in a high pitched voice, scooting closer to him.
"I've been...hmm...well, the only logical explanation I can find is avoiding you," he replied, focusing on the wall instead of having to look at her face that had make-up caked on it.
"That is so rude! You're just saying that because the mudblood told you to!" Pansy pouted, folding her arms. How fucking close-minded can she get? He thought with a cringe.
"HERMIONE did not tell me to say that. I said it on my own free will since you, well, scare the bogie man more than it scares you," Draco sneered, grinding his teeth with every word. "Go and bother someone who will take a recollection to your presence and leave me be."
"You didn't used to be so mean! You used to love me! I know you still love me, tell me you love me!" Pansy demanded, forming a crowd of intense stares. He wanted to rip her vocal cords out, he really did. He could have if everyone wasn't looking. If he could drink poison without throwing up, he surely could silence her forever more.
"Look, you clueless twit! I never loved you, never even liked you! You're some puppy needing to be pampered! You need a guy with the same height of your intelligence so that you two can frolic under the sun and hit each other with frying pans all day until you retreat to your little hive at night and tell each other exactly how many squirrels you saw that day! The only reason I would have gone anywhere with you is because you kept begging and complaining and badgering and gossiping until I COULDN'T TAKE IT! I can't take it now! GO AWAY!" Draco screeched, towering over her and screaming in her face. First she looked teary eyed, then decided she was angry and got up.
"She brainwashed you! And until you decide to say sorry, I'm going over there!" Pansy replied. She's not very well with comebacks.
"Thank you!" Draco thanked, sighing and turning back to his food. Everyone was either snickering or cursing to Draco for not loving such a 'beautiful and intelligent' girl that is (ehm, NOT) Pansy. He could see in the corner of his eye Hermione snickering and Shane staring at him blankly.
"She'll be back," Crabbe whispered to him.
"Thanks for pointing that out, genius," Draco snapped back in a low hiss. Today was Friday (a week later from the accident) and Hermione hadn't seen anything (or hadn't said anything) about Tom Riddle. Dumbledore didn't exactly know what to do about it but to cast a spell to keep Tom Riddle away (or as far away for a minimum amount of time since it wasn't too strong with Voldemort). Shane and him decided to reschedule the duel for London, where a bigger crowd could be drawn. They hadn't been so friendly towards each other since, either. Every time he caught Shane getting too smug with Hermione, he gave a little warning (or threat) to him. Hadn't worked quite well, though.
"Students of Hogwarts! Today is an exciting day, indeed! Have you been doing well in your studies so far, seventh years? Well, to reward those who have kept good grades hence the gore war, I have granted them a vacation in London for about one or two weeks, depending on the mood. The Professors will each hand me a list at the end of the day of the seventh years that deserve to go and they will be leaving tomorrow afternoon for London. If you wish to not go and are chosen, it is your choice. But keep your chins up and hope the best has come from these two weeks!" Dumbledore ended, having standing up and sitting back down.
Of course I'm going, Draco thought smugly, but it will cost me a week with possibly Pansy. Nah, she's dumber than a post.
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Hermione entered the Potions dungeon, spotting Harry and Ron right away. They seemed to have spotted her too, seeing as how they were waving for her to sit next to them. Mentally deciding to sit next to them today, since Draco hadn't showed up in class yet.
"Where have you been?" Harry exclaimed as she slammed her books to the table, sitting down next to Ron.
"Busy. I am Head Girl, after all," Hermione replied as a matter-of-factly.
"So that suddenly excludes us from your social list?" Ron asked, staring at her.
"Well I have to do that Muggle Studies project which is due today. Shane is bringing it next hour," she answered, avoiding any subject that had to do with Tom Riddle or Draco. She didn't need them interfering like so many others have.
"Speaking of Shane," Ron interrupted, "he gets on my nerves..."
"I don't know, he seems nice and means well," Harry inquired as Professor Snape strutted inside the dungeon, still more students needing to have come in.
"Yea, but there's something about him that I don't trust," Ron furrowed his brow in confusion, not quite putting his finger on Shane Pompe.
"Congratulations, Ms. Granger, you're going to London, of course," Professor Snape told her absent mindedly, "I do hope you are feeling better after that fall."
"What fall?" Harry asked curiously, turning to Hermione. Oh yea...she thought, remembering she hadn;t told them about it.
"Nothing," Hermione covered simply, hoping they wouldn't ask her anymore questions. She hadn't those uncomfortable moments. "Professor Snape, will you be going in the trip to London to escort us?"
"As a matter of fact I am, along with Professor Figgs and Professor Lupin," he replied, shuffling through some of his papers and books.
"That's nice," she sighed not taking recollection of how Snape's attitude has completely changed towards her.
"Are we going?" Ron asked hopefully as more students piled in the classroom. Snape stopped shuffling papers and looked up at him sternly.
"I'd take a moment to laugh if I weren't so uninterested in your gleam of hope," he stated monotone, looking back down to his parchment.
"Well that just made me feel a ton better, how about you Ron?" Harry asked, folding his arms with Ron. Hermione gave a crooked frown as she looked around the classroom, looking for no one in a particular. She noticed Pansy and Blaise storming over to them; their sour expressions made them look all too polite.
"Get up!" Blaise shouted at Harry, Ron and Hermione, slamming her books down on the table.
"We sit here! You sit there!" Harry protested, not bothering to budge a bit.
"SHE is in MY spot!" Blaise proclaimed, glaring a hole through Hermione.
"Find another seat, then!" Ron demanded, backing up Hermione.
"Students," Professor Snape shouted firmly, slapping a pointing stick on the desk quickly, giving them a good jump.
"She's in our seat, Professor!" Pansy pouted, crossing her arms stubbornly. Right as Snape was about to reply, a few sixth year boys ran into the classroom.
"Professor!" He snapped his head up to them swiftly, everyone turning to follow his gaze. "Two boys are fighting down the hall!"
"It never ends," Snape muttered, closing his eyes for a moment and speed walking towards the door, turning back around to the students, "Stay put until I get back," and with that said, he turned back around on one heel and rushed out of the dungeon with the two boys.
Everyone shrugged and stood up in an instant, knocking over chairs and running out of the dungeon to see the fight. Harry and Ron did too, as Hermione tried to stop them. Too late, might as well get up and see what was going on too. Everyone scrambled out of the classroom in a huge wave of students and hurried to follow Snape's trail, not before long until they found where the 'fight' was. Everyone gasped to find Draco and Shane dueling, both gripping at the handle of their blades tightly.
For crying out loud! Hermione thought, sighing and shaking her head. She was at the back of the swarm of students, so she had to keep bobbing her head up to see what was going on. By the looks of it, they had been dueling for about five minutes, sweat dripping down their foreheads. Professor Figgs stood at the near wall, folding her arms and watching them closely and concentrating, Professor Snape rushing up to her. The students gasped and jumped out of the way every time Draco or Shane got too close. She decided to push her way through the crowd and question Professor Figgs as to why she was letting this continue. Shane was in her first hour, so probably Draco had walked up to him. She shoved her way through the students and steer cleared of the swordplay, standing next to Professor Figgs.
"Professor, how long has this been going on?" Hermione demanded in a hushed tone, eyeing Draco angrily. He was clinging his rigid sword against Shane's normal one furiously, concentrating hard at the sword at hand.
"For about five minutes," she replied absent mindedly, watching the two curiously. Hermione turned to Snape, as he looked like he wanted to do something but couldn't. She smirked lightly, he seemed to respect Professor Figgs the most out of any other professor, and had been infatuated by her the most it seemed.
Even Hermione wanted to do something, but resisted from doing so. She sighed in exasperation and pounded her fists against the wall, watching the two of them duel.
Draco dodged from Shane's blade not by far, seizing his sword into Shane's lower leg. Hissing in pain, he slashed his sword against Draco's sword as metal clashed against metal. Draco was defending himself nicely, though Shane on the other hand seemed to be having some difficulty. He stabbed at Shane's shoulder, but missed, Shane clashing his sword in the way. They continuously waved their swords left from right, stepping back and forth, almost slicing into a student's bare flesh. They shouldn't have been so close. Professor Figgs announced, "Shane, point!" as Shane drove the point of his sword across Draco's left forearm, nearly missing the dark mark. They were tied, Draco having cut Shane twice and Shane having cut Draco twice enough to draw blood. The next blood let would proclaim one of them the winner.
Draco focused on Shane and his sword steadily, stopping Shane's blade from cutting him again. They were getting close to finishing, and it would hopefully turn out to be him as the winner. Shane gave a loud sort of yell as he drove his slick sword across Draco's stomach; deep enough to draw blood.
It was over. Shane won, as Draco stumbled to the floor in a heap, dropping his sword hastily and clutching his wound, closing his eyes shut and grunting in pain. Professor Figgs let her arms fall to her side and walked over to Shane, holding up his arm and shouting, "Shane Pompe, winner! The duel is over!"
Hermione panicked, running over by Draco's side and kneeling down to help him, furrowing his brow. Why had they been stupid enough to duel in a corridor? And what was of it to prove?
The crowd grew uproar of applause for Shane, as he smiled, flashing his sparkling white teeth. Looking down at Draco, he seemed like he forced a thought to care and knelt down next to him.
"Why did you let this go on?" Snape hissed at her, keeping his voice low.
"Because, Severus, how will these students learn but to not face their own fears and learn something new? I can not stand meaningless bickering, so I allowed them to fight on their own free will. They have done well," she replied as a matter-of-factly, looking up into his deep black pools of eyes. He looked away, not daring to match his own dead cold eyes with hers, and looked down to Draco who was holding back a groan of pain.
"You just HAD to be brave and snotty, didn't you?" Hermione snapped, caressing his stomach lightly, "You just HAD to start shit!"
"That's my job. A hundred bucks a week doesn't pay much, but it's a living," he muttered sarcastically. Good, he still has some humor and arrogance in him, so he wasn't aching that badly. Or so she liked to think.
"Shut-up," she snapped, glaring into his damned eyes. He smirked and gave thick and rich laugh, still a little weak though. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, just the fact a sore this deep could hurt me so much and your snapping is all," he replied a strained voice, looking away to stare at Shane. "You played good! You cheated, though."
"You are such a sore loser!" Hermione sighed as the crowd stared down at him, some beginning to walk away.
"No, it's quite simple really. He got the better angle and his sword is longer," Draco coughed, smirking to the ceiling.
"Anyway you put it, Draco," Professor Figgs told him, kneeling down the his side, "He won fair and square. Now, if everyone will please leave to their current classes, I shall take Mr. Malfoy to the infirmary where he can complain more." Professor Snape motioned for his students to go back to the dungeon, and if anyone didn't listen he'd shout it in their ear. Hermione pulled back, though. Might as well keep him company as he did her when she fell off of his broom.
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Sighing, Shane entered the Head Boy and Girl common room, throwing his books sliding across the carpet. He scratched his forehead, ruffling up his feathery brown hair and looked up, seeing Hermione sitting on the comfy main couch.
"Um, hey," he greeted, now scratching behind his neck. She smiled and stood up, walking over to him and kissing him on his cheek.
"Our presentation was the best, thanks to you. But if you two do that again, you won't be the only ones using a sword. Still, going to London tomorrow evens things out," Hermione told him, he still having a solemn expression. "I'm going to my room to read if you need me," and with that being stated, she skipped back to her room and slammed her door shut. He sighed again and dragged his feet to an armchair and fell down on it, closing his eyes.
"Resting already?"
Shane snapped his eyes back open, looking around with his pupils. Turning back in front of him, Tom Riddle appeared seeming as though he had just walked out of the mist. "What do you want now?" Shane snapped, rubbing his temples.
"Funny thing with those weak fore fields to keep me out, they never work," Tom stepped forward, looking around, "Nice room. The old geyser think up the design?"
"If you haven't noticed, sir," Shane barely had to choke out sir, "You're pretty much wasting away."
"True, child, but remember, I can never die. Maybe it's one of those vampiric effects," Tom chuckled, stepping forward again, spinning on his heal all the way around until facing Shane again. "What is also funny is that Dumbledore isn't giving much of an effort to protect his students. But he knows. I can't do anything with out that damn sword; I'm not in full power so that makes me vulnerable. He thinks it's in good hands. And with everyone always around I can't get my damn hands on it, but what he probably hasn't realized I have a possible chance in London. And what he also doesn't know is that you work for me, son," Tom added, planting both hands on either side of Shane's chair.
"I'm not your son," Shane hissed, glaring a hole through him, "How can you do this to her? She's just an innocent Gryffindor."
"And you're just a pesky Ravenclaw playing a friend," Tom replied, backhanding him hard and chuckling. "You were still created for me so you ARE my son, got it Shane? And as long as you are in my control, you will bring her to me the night needed."
"Then what are you doing here? Leave her alone until then!" Shane snapped, pushing him away and standing up, pushing past him.
"I've got to brake her spirit so I can brake her virginity, you know that," Tom replied simply, stretching his muscles.
"You're sick," Shane hissed in a revolted tone, shaking his fists at his sides.
"Almost as much as I don't care," Tom laughed, sitting down on the couch in a big heap.
"I'd kill you now if I could," Shane muttered, having his back turned to Tom.
"Ah, you wouldn't kill family now, would you?" Shane turned around on his heal, not fast enough to see Tom Riddle disappear.
"What am I going to do?" He groaned, snapping his eyes shut and braking his palms bare flesh with his nails. He looked over to Hermione's door and gasped. Tom was standing over there, right about to go inside.
"Shh," he said, putting a long pointer finger to his lips, as he vanished through the door and into Hermione's room, cackling like a mad man.
~~~TBC~~~
Chapter Five of Damned Eyes: Ok, I'm not too lazy this time. They go to London, obviously! Yep, I'm too lazy to say anything else…
BrAnDi's Note: I got this teddy bear from build-a-bear and I named her Hermione! She has this cute little Harry Potter constume! I carry her all around the house. Have you seen The Ring? SCARY movie. I yelled "Holy shit!" at one part and the whole theatre laughed…well, I'm writing the next chapter for Thoughtless (my other D/Hr fanfiction) next, since after doing one chapter for this, I do Thoughtless and it just goes back and forth. Well, isn't the guy they chose for Tom Riddle HOT? That's mainly why I like writing about him so much! And Shane?? VOLDEMORT'S SON?!?! Heh. I'll get more into that (he's originally made of magic and stuff, not from the womb of a woman's stomach) and I'll get more into Harry! It's like Tom doesn't even give a shit about Harry anymore! Who cares…? You know, I'll never figure WHY J.K. has Voldemort track down Harry all of the time so I'll just leave that subject be. That's a WHOLE different subject, I'm afraid to go into it and explain why! But yea, he'll try killing Harry, but he needs to be have full power. You know, crap like that.