A/N:
There is goriness in this chapter and also, a bit of should have been slashiness.If you don't like sorta SLASH or GORINESS, then DON'T Read this chapter.I warned you so no flames.
Chapter Four: Confession of Love
Harry.
He looked up suddenly to see the mist parting and a shadow appeared.someone was standing on some sort of formation.
It was Voldemort.
He stood on top of the narrow piece of wood, the end up. It took only moments for Harry to realize it was a giant cross that the Dark Lord stood on top of.and a lot less to recognize the figure that seemed to hover only inches in front of it.
"Hermione!" he screamed. She stared back at him in fear, her eyes wide like those of a gentle deer caught in the headlights, her bushy brown hair seeming to be dirty, and nodded, cuts and bruises forming on her once beautiful face. She mouthed the words "Help me."
Voldemort never took his eyes off the boy, the silted black pupils gazing with fury into those of Harry's emerald. A light smile appeared on his face.
"Well Harry," he replied in a casual voice, that of calm but coldness. "I do believe you received a Howler today? A warning that one close to you would certainly die if you chose not to join with me?"
Harry only stared at the monster in silent fear. Voldemort snickered and an evil smirk replaced the smile. "I do believe I should keep my word? That is unless.you have changed your mind."
Harry looked into the eyes of his best friend. Hermione had never done a thing to anyone really, smart and pretty, she was only trying to exist in a world that seemed to want to banish her away. She mouthed the words: 'Don't give in.forget.'
"I can't", he cried, his eyes wide as he realized what she meant.
Voldemort frowned, his expression grave. "Then I am afraid, you have chosen this girls fate, Harry Potter."
Harry looked up at the being in horror. "No!" he cried. "I wasn't talking to you!"
But it was far too late.
Voldemort performed a front flip and landed inches in front of Hermione, hovering in mid air. He smiled at her as he held out his hand and opened his palm, his spidery fingers uncoiling rather snakelike and slowly. In the middle of his ghostly palm, were four rather long, thick nails that instantly hovered only inches above his flesh. Hermione stared at them in horror, and began to plead for her life.
But with the other hand, Voldemort held it up and silenced her. "Your life has no meaning Mudblood. You will benefit no one with it, there for, it is useless to us all."
With this, the nails all pointed themselves at the girl.
.Harry screams mixed in with Hermione's as the nails pierced the flesh of her hands, her feet, blood splattering and crushing the bones with the impact, the blood falling down onto his face. Tears fell from the girl's eyes as she breathed heavily, trying to forget the pain that now ached from her palms, her feet.
Harry continued to stare in horror as the blood dripped down from her bottom palm and her toes-in droplets they fell down to the earth below-and splashed down onto his face, one by one.
Voldemort laughed cruelly as he watched the girl's agony.
"Now all she needs is a throne halo," he whispered then turned to look at Harry. "Don't you agree?"
"You bastard," Harry whispered in despair and hatred. "You unbelievable, hatful bastard."
Voldemort smile widened. "Flattery, my dear boy, gets you no where.and it shall not save your friend, either."
With this, Voldemort hovered back up on the top of the large wooden creation and kneeled on one knee, balancing himself well on the narrow space. He then, drew a long, snake curved light sword out of what seemed to be no where and brought the blade to the young girl's throat.
"No!" Harry begged, getting on his knees. "Please Voldemort, I beg you, don't make her suffer for me! Please, don't kill her!" Voldemort watched the boy for a long moment, as if considering the request. His face stayed emotionless until a rather humble look came to mind and he lowered the blade. Hermione looked out in horror and began to mumble to herself, a silent prayer.
"You care so much for this girl-this mudblood-that you would get on your knees and beg your adversary for her life?" Voldemort seemed to be rather confused.and quite impressed.
"Your a thoughtful.rather.sweet boy Harry Potter. Valet and courageous."
Then Voldemort hunched and smiled. "But you'll learn." And with this, he quickly brought the blade back to her throat and sliced at her tender skin, cutting throat the meat.the veins.her vocal box.until it was nearly severed.
Harry screamed in horror as her head lopped to her right side, exposing her opened flesh, the bone cut clean, her eyes rolled into her head. Blooded drained freely and stained the front of her hooded cloak, making it seem darker then it already was.
Harry fell to his knees and began to weep for his slain friend.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered in agony. "So sorry Hermione. It's all my fault."
"I wouldn't worry of her now Harry Potter!"
He looked up to see Voldemort sailing towards him, sword drawn in front of him, an insanely sick smile curled on his lips.
Harry gasped in pain as the blade ran straight through his being, piecing straight through his chest, crushing his rib cage with the force. Blood splattered up and hit the Dark Lord's face as he continued to ram the blade inside the boy. Harry was breath taken, his eyes wide as he heard the soft clank of the tip of sword as it hit the stoned floor beneath him. Voldemort was now close to his face, a triumphant, cold smile lingering on his lipless mouth.
His long, serpent like tough flickered out of his mouth once, then licked at his cheek slowly, absorbing the blood splatters and bringing the taste into his fowl mouth.
Then he leaned in until his mouth was only inches away from his ear, adding more pressure onto the blade, making Harry wince.
"You will learn Harry, that the agony will never end until I have you by my side. You will learn."
Harry sat up abruptly.and landed inside the arms of warmth and comfort. They held them close, a hand patting him softly on the back and caressing his hair with the other.
"It's all right," the voice whispered softly. Harry gasped. The voice was so familiar.
"Please Harry, you must lay back down Harry. You must rest. It's all right now."
Tears stung Harry's eyes as he remembered the nightmare.
"Hermione," he began to babble.
"Hmm?"
"Hermione! Where is Hermione! Is she safe?? Is she?? Did he hurt her? Where IS she?" he asked hysterically.
"Shhh.calm down Harry please calm down," the voice soothed, and pulled him even closer. He laid Harry back on the bed softly and laid on top of him, his hips grinding slightly into his own, making Harry a bit nervous.yet calm.
"Calm down my sweet." He kissed Harry feather like on the lips several times, then trailed down to his neck and continued. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and moved his kissed to Harry's chest.
Harry was still tearful, but was not crying anymore. The person.made him feel so calm, so calm with his soft, delicate kisses.
Harry moaned slightly as he let the body on top of him take control, letting him pull at his pants lightly, jerking them downward.
"Ron?" he asked through the haze of kisses, the sweet sensations that coursed through his body as the boy's delicate hands, touched him lightly.and placing both of his hands on either side of his cock and pushing together mildly. Harry smoothed the palms of the boy's hands up and down the shaft and he grabbed a hold of some of the longer strands of his hair.it wasn't red.not exercising any restraint in the least. He grasped Harry's cock in the traditional clutch and began stroking him -his pace steady and determined until at last, Harry moaned loudly, his tears drying and semen spilled out of the head and tripped down slowly onto the boy's hand.
He snickered lightly and licked the substance of his hand hungrily, then kissed Harry longing on his lips.
Harry looked up into the boy's eyes. A shade of gray, warm and loving. He gasped slightly as he recognized the boy that once again kissed him lightly, Harry licking his own semen that remained off his soft, pale lips.
"Worry no longer Harry, for I am here for you now. To pleasure you, to make you feel loved. I love you Harry and will protect you."
Harry began to feel a bit light headed. Draco Malfoy?
A/N: Wasn't that wonderful? Don't you just love a good ol' blood bath? And okay, that was more then 'sort of' SLAH.but what the hell! I was feeling generous! And because I am such a nice person, there will be more from this actually awesome story.but not now! But I promise, more SLASH in the following chapters.but until then.God, I love teasing you all.hee hee.Chapter Five up shortly!
-Kamirine
There is goriness in this chapter and also, a bit of should have been slashiness.If you don't like sorta SLASH or GORINESS, then DON'T Read this chapter.I warned you so no flames.
Chapter Four: Confession of Love
Harry.
He looked up suddenly to see the mist parting and a shadow appeared.someone was standing on some sort of formation.
It was Voldemort.
He stood on top of the narrow piece of wood, the end up. It took only moments for Harry to realize it was a giant cross that the Dark Lord stood on top of.and a lot less to recognize the figure that seemed to hover only inches in front of it.
"Hermione!" he screamed. She stared back at him in fear, her eyes wide like those of a gentle deer caught in the headlights, her bushy brown hair seeming to be dirty, and nodded, cuts and bruises forming on her once beautiful face. She mouthed the words "Help me."
Voldemort never took his eyes off the boy, the silted black pupils gazing with fury into those of Harry's emerald. A light smile appeared on his face.
"Well Harry," he replied in a casual voice, that of calm but coldness. "I do believe you received a Howler today? A warning that one close to you would certainly die if you chose not to join with me?"
Harry only stared at the monster in silent fear. Voldemort snickered and an evil smirk replaced the smile. "I do believe I should keep my word? That is unless.you have changed your mind."
Harry looked into the eyes of his best friend. Hermione had never done a thing to anyone really, smart and pretty, she was only trying to exist in a world that seemed to want to banish her away. She mouthed the words: 'Don't give in.forget.'
"I can't", he cried, his eyes wide as he realized what she meant.
Voldemort frowned, his expression grave. "Then I am afraid, you have chosen this girls fate, Harry Potter."
Harry looked up at the being in horror. "No!" he cried. "I wasn't talking to you!"
But it was far too late.
Voldemort performed a front flip and landed inches in front of Hermione, hovering in mid air. He smiled at her as he held out his hand and opened his palm, his spidery fingers uncoiling rather snakelike and slowly. In the middle of his ghostly palm, were four rather long, thick nails that instantly hovered only inches above his flesh. Hermione stared at them in horror, and began to plead for her life.
But with the other hand, Voldemort held it up and silenced her. "Your life has no meaning Mudblood. You will benefit no one with it, there for, it is useless to us all."
With this, the nails all pointed themselves at the girl.
.Harry screams mixed in with Hermione's as the nails pierced the flesh of her hands, her feet, blood splattering and crushing the bones with the impact, the blood falling down onto his face. Tears fell from the girl's eyes as she breathed heavily, trying to forget the pain that now ached from her palms, her feet.
Harry continued to stare in horror as the blood dripped down from her bottom palm and her toes-in droplets they fell down to the earth below-and splashed down onto his face, one by one.
Voldemort laughed cruelly as he watched the girl's agony.
"Now all she needs is a throne halo," he whispered then turned to look at Harry. "Don't you agree?"
"You bastard," Harry whispered in despair and hatred. "You unbelievable, hatful bastard."
Voldemort smile widened. "Flattery, my dear boy, gets you no where.and it shall not save your friend, either."
With this, Voldemort hovered back up on the top of the large wooden creation and kneeled on one knee, balancing himself well on the narrow space. He then, drew a long, snake curved light sword out of what seemed to be no where and brought the blade to the young girl's throat.
"No!" Harry begged, getting on his knees. "Please Voldemort, I beg you, don't make her suffer for me! Please, don't kill her!" Voldemort watched the boy for a long moment, as if considering the request. His face stayed emotionless until a rather humble look came to mind and he lowered the blade. Hermione looked out in horror and began to mumble to herself, a silent prayer.
"You care so much for this girl-this mudblood-that you would get on your knees and beg your adversary for her life?" Voldemort seemed to be rather confused.and quite impressed.
"Your a thoughtful.rather.sweet boy Harry Potter. Valet and courageous."
Then Voldemort hunched and smiled. "But you'll learn." And with this, he quickly brought the blade back to her throat and sliced at her tender skin, cutting throat the meat.the veins.her vocal box.until it was nearly severed.
Harry screamed in horror as her head lopped to her right side, exposing her opened flesh, the bone cut clean, her eyes rolled into her head. Blooded drained freely and stained the front of her hooded cloak, making it seem darker then it already was.
Harry fell to his knees and began to weep for his slain friend.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered in agony. "So sorry Hermione. It's all my fault."
"I wouldn't worry of her now Harry Potter!"
He looked up to see Voldemort sailing towards him, sword drawn in front of him, an insanely sick smile curled on his lips.
Harry gasped in pain as the blade ran straight through his being, piecing straight through his chest, crushing his rib cage with the force. Blood splattered up and hit the Dark Lord's face as he continued to ram the blade inside the boy. Harry was breath taken, his eyes wide as he heard the soft clank of the tip of sword as it hit the stoned floor beneath him. Voldemort was now close to his face, a triumphant, cold smile lingering on his lipless mouth.
His long, serpent like tough flickered out of his mouth once, then licked at his cheek slowly, absorbing the blood splatters and bringing the taste into his fowl mouth.
Then he leaned in until his mouth was only inches away from his ear, adding more pressure onto the blade, making Harry wince.
"You will learn Harry, that the agony will never end until I have you by my side. You will learn."
Harry sat up abruptly.and landed inside the arms of warmth and comfort. They held them close, a hand patting him softly on the back and caressing his hair with the other.
"It's all right," the voice whispered softly. Harry gasped. The voice was so familiar.
"Please Harry, you must lay back down Harry. You must rest. It's all right now."
Tears stung Harry's eyes as he remembered the nightmare.
"Hermione," he began to babble.
"Hmm?"
"Hermione! Where is Hermione! Is she safe?? Is she?? Did he hurt her? Where IS she?" he asked hysterically.
"Shhh.calm down Harry please calm down," the voice soothed, and pulled him even closer. He laid Harry back on the bed softly and laid on top of him, his hips grinding slightly into his own, making Harry a bit nervous.yet calm.
"Calm down my sweet." He kissed Harry feather like on the lips several times, then trailed down to his neck and continued. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and moved his kissed to Harry's chest.
Harry was still tearful, but was not crying anymore. The person.made him feel so calm, so calm with his soft, delicate kisses.
Harry moaned slightly as he let the body on top of him take control, letting him pull at his pants lightly, jerking them downward.
"Ron?" he asked through the haze of kisses, the sweet sensations that coursed through his body as the boy's delicate hands, touched him lightly.and placing both of his hands on either side of his cock and pushing together mildly. Harry smoothed the palms of the boy's hands up and down the shaft and he grabbed a hold of some of the longer strands of his hair.it wasn't red.not exercising any restraint in the least. He grasped Harry's cock in the traditional clutch and began stroking him -his pace steady and determined until at last, Harry moaned loudly, his tears drying and semen spilled out of the head and tripped down slowly onto the boy's hand.
He snickered lightly and licked the substance of his hand hungrily, then kissed Harry longing on his lips.
Harry looked up into the boy's eyes. A shade of gray, warm and loving. He gasped slightly as he recognized the boy that once again kissed him lightly, Harry licking his own semen that remained off his soft, pale lips.
"Worry no longer Harry, for I am here for you now. To pleasure you, to make you feel loved. I love you Harry and will protect you."
Harry began to feel a bit light headed. Draco Malfoy?
A/N: Wasn't that wonderful? Don't you just love a good ol' blood bath? And okay, that was more then 'sort of' SLAH.but what the hell! I was feeling generous! And because I am such a nice person, there will be more from this actually awesome story.but not now! But I promise, more SLASH in the following chapters.but until then.God, I love teasing you all.hee hee.Chapter Five up shortly!
-Kamirine