HP/SS pairing, don't like, don't read. Disclaimer: Own not,
profit not, sue not.
A/N. Just a warning, story includes some/past/reference to SS/LM, DM/BZ, HP/DM, HG/RW and maybe more, the more I think about this and write about this the more screwed up it gets.
This is a pre-emptive strike- Requests to make this end up HP/DM will be ignored as will threesome requests. Sorry that's just how it is.
With the rating, at the moment it's R just for the themes, torture maybe rape later, ect. This will turn out to be HP/SS slash, though how far that will go remains to be seen, plz bare in mind that this is my first fanfiction of this or any kind.
Yes that's right I'm back, you poor, poor people. Cambodia was cool but depressing. England was climatically cool(no surprises there) and Germany was even cooler. I am now lounging in inadequate air-conditioning in the dingy back water(- the water) affectionately known as Western Australia, and sadly enough I'll be commencing my final year of school in a week, Oh the Humanity!
If this bares any resemblance to your or someone else's story, it was not intentional and I'm very sorry it's not very original.
Chapter 5 Discovery
They had fallen into silence when Harry heard it, barely a whisper.
"I did have a choice, Harry." He couldn't believe what he was hearing, stunned to silence, the other continued.
"At this point in my history I had no obligations or loyalties to Dumbledore. I'm afraid that you like many, are suffering under the common delusion that I joined Voldemort initially with the intention of becoming a spy. I'm afraid even the theories about me going on my first Death Eater rave and running, like a child back to the Headmaster aren't true. I joined for a very specific reason to 'fight' for the supremacy of the wizard race, and all that entailed."
"Were you there when my parents were killed?"
"Yes but as a spy."
"Oh."
"I'd changed by then. The episode with that little girl was, let's just say the turning point, in a long career of bloodshed."
~~*~~*~~*~~
"Mr. Malfoy." The Gryffindor Head of House successfully masked her surprise.
"Professor Mac Gonnagal, I was wondering whether it would be possible for me to talk to the Headmaster, in the absence of Professor Snape, who would usually counsel me in this matter."
"I'm sure the Headmaster could find time," she said, with an attempt at a maternal smile "He'll understand if you have not yet reached the required level of familiarity with his, uh, temporary replacement, Madame Hooch." They were playing a game and she didn't quite know the rules but what was the harm, Mr. Malfoy was not yet a dangerous wizard. She resolved to spy on the meeting.
"Thankyou Professor." The child smiled at her, something was up. The Deputy headmistress of Hogwarts walked ahead of the blond boy, as if she was leading though he knew the way.
"Mint Humbugs" Iterated the Professor sourly, she hated the use of sweet names as passwords, a security risk, she was sure. In addition it seemed irreverent, lacking respect, though Albus had once said to her "You do not know you are truly respected until your beard is half in your soup and not one child out of a thousand laughs." She smiled at the memory and ushered Malfoy in.
"Mr. Malfoy, I've been expecting you." Dumbledore smiled serenely at the teen in front of him.
"Really Headmaster? I was wondering could we have a chat?"
~~*~~*~~*~~
Blaise lounged lazily in the Slytherin common room, well not actually lazily, that was merely the intended impression for the passing observer. Eyes half lidded, like a cat pretending to sleep under a tree full of birds. Her mind reeled at a hundred miles an hour. She knew where Draco was, what he was up to. She knew where her loyalties lay, and though she did not want to admit it, it was not with herself.
"Draco." Statement not question, she knew his presence even as he moved through the portrait hole. "Where have you been, there I was looking for you, to accuse you of being a traitor to our cause, and where were you? Inconsiderate, that's what it is." The room was silent; the Malfoy/Zambini spats were a thing of legend, behind what appeared (deceptively) to be the united Slytherin front.
"Hello Mother, how was your day?" Draco spat back maliciously, had she felt anything anymore Blaise would have flinched at such venom from her oldest friend.
"We need to talk," Announced Blaise, standing to her full 5'11 abruptly. This was all the warning anyone got as she barged down the stairs to the girls dormitory with Draco in tow. One look of predatory dominance and the word 'skat', sent the pug faced Pansy squealing out of the room. "Here we are, is this not nice, now sit down and tell me why you have betrayed your Lord, your Family and um," and me, she thought sadly, "your Honour."
"Slytherins have no honour, our loyalties are all our own, or haven't you been listening to the Gryffindor insults from the last five and a half years." Deciding this conversation may take a while Draco sat down on one of the large beds.
"Some of us do." Blaise muttered bitterly, gazing at the floor.
"And I can tell you're happy aren't you, you're no better than a Gryffindor, honestly Blaise, it is not who you are loyal to that makes you like one of those sorry losers, it's that you're loyal at all." He stood up and cupped her face making her stare into his eyes, "What do you really want, what will make you happy?" One shuddering breath and meaningful look later she answered.
"It doesn't matter what I want, now to the matter at hand." Her tone was suddenly business like as she outlined the situation. They both remained standing. "I'm going to inform your father of your defection two days from now, I would advise you contact your house-elves to appropriate anything you want from Malfoy manner and to bring it here. The moment my letter reaches him, the wards on your house will probably be designed to do unpleasant things to you should you cross them and your possessions will go under lock and key. You will also no longer have any funding as your father will certainly disown you. If I were you I'd make sure to get anything in my possession that's worth something, heirlooms especially, your father will pay highly to get them back from you."
"To what do I owe the assistance?" His gaze was soulful, searching.
"You should be happy. I'm being true to myself, just for a second." She gave a wavering smile. Her eyes were moistening he noted with satisfaction. He had been disappointed that his hold on the girl had not been so strong that he could get her to defect, but watching her tear herself from the inside out was almost as good. Almost. He couldn't resist drawing a bit for tears. Trying to get an emotionally distraught girl to cry was like taking candy from a baby. But in Draco's opinion it was worth it, he desired this candy, and anything Draco desired.
"Of course you understand, being on the opposite sides of the war and all that we can't possibly be together." He stated the comment emotionlessly, nonchalantly and allowed it to destroy her little world. Watching with (masked) satisfaction as she sank to her knees, he followed lifting her chin so that her now tear streaked face was directed at him. He brushed his lips across her cheekbones as if kissing away her sadness, savouring the bitterness he'd created. If he played his cards right he'd get break-up sex, and he knew how to play his cards.
~~*~~*~~*~~
Minerva walked into the headmaster's office in nervous excitement; the developments she had spied upon had been significant indeed.
"Ah, Minerva. Lemon drop? No. Something a bit stronger then?" He asked producing a well-seasoned bottle of fire-whiskey. "Celebrate with me our achievement."
"Excuse me Professor, what are we celebrating?"
"Are we pretending you didn't eavesdrop on the conversation between Mr. Malfoy and I?"
"Of course Albus, that would be an enormous breach of the young man's privacy." She replied summoning an appropriate haughtiness to her voice. Dumbledore smiled indulgently.
"Well then Minerva celebrate with me. When the ship begins to sink, the rats begin to leave, and Draco Malfoy is one hell of a rat."
A/N. Just a warning, story includes some/past/reference to SS/LM, DM/BZ, HP/DM, HG/RW and maybe more, the more I think about this and write about this the more screwed up it gets.
This is a pre-emptive strike- Requests to make this end up HP/DM will be ignored as will threesome requests. Sorry that's just how it is.
With the rating, at the moment it's R just for the themes, torture maybe rape later, ect. This will turn out to be HP/SS slash, though how far that will go remains to be seen, plz bare in mind that this is my first fanfiction of this or any kind.
Yes that's right I'm back, you poor, poor people. Cambodia was cool but depressing. England was climatically cool(no surprises there) and Germany was even cooler. I am now lounging in inadequate air-conditioning in the dingy back water(- the water) affectionately known as Western Australia, and sadly enough I'll be commencing my final year of school in a week, Oh the Humanity!
If this bares any resemblance to your or someone else's story, it was not intentional and I'm very sorry it's not very original.
Chapter 5 Discovery
They had fallen into silence when Harry heard it, barely a whisper.
"I did have a choice, Harry." He couldn't believe what he was hearing, stunned to silence, the other continued.
"At this point in my history I had no obligations or loyalties to Dumbledore. I'm afraid that you like many, are suffering under the common delusion that I joined Voldemort initially with the intention of becoming a spy. I'm afraid even the theories about me going on my first Death Eater rave and running, like a child back to the Headmaster aren't true. I joined for a very specific reason to 'fight' for the supremacy of the wizard race, and all that entailed."
"Were you there when my parents were killed?"
"Yes but as a spy."
"Oh."
"I'd changed by then. The episode with that little girl was, let's just say the turning point, in a long career of bloodshed."
~~*~~*~~*~~
"Mr. Malfoy." The Gryffindor Head of House successfully masked her surprise.
"Professor Mac Gonnagal, I was wondering whether it would be possible for me to talk to the Headmaster, in the absence of Professor Snape, who would usually counsel me in this matter."
"I'm sure the Headmaster could find time," she said, with an attempt at a maternal smile "He'll understand if you have not yet reached the required level of familiarity with his, uh, temporary replacement, Madame Hooch." They were playing a game and she didn't quite know the rules but what was the harm, Mr. Malfoy was not yet a dangerous wizard. She resolved to spy on the meeting.
"Thankyou Professor." The child smiled at her, something was up. The Deputy headmistress of Hogwarts walked ahead of the blond boy, as if she was leading though he knew the way.
"Mint Humbugs" Iterated the Professor sourly, she hated the use of sweet names as passwords, a security risk, she was sure. In addition it seemed irreverent, lacking respect, though Albus had once said to her "You do not know you are truly respected until your beard is half in your soup and not one child out of a thousand laughs." She smiled at the memory and ushered Malfoy in.
"Mr. Malfoy, I've been expecting you." Dumbledore smiled serenely at the teen in front of him.
"Really Headmaster? I was wondering could we have a chat?"
~~*~~*~~*~~
Blaise lounged lazily in the Slytherin common room, well not actually lazily, that was merely the intended impression for the passing observer. Eyes half lidded, like a cat pretending to sleep under a tree full of birds. Her mind reeled at a hundred miles an hour. She knew where Draco was, what he was up to. She knew where her loyalties lay, and though she did not want to admit it, it was not with herself.
"Draco." Statement not question, she knew his presence even as he moved through the portrait hole. "Where have you been, there I was looking for you, to accuse you of being a traitor to our cause, and where were you? Inconsiderate, that's what it is." The room was silent; the Malfoy/Zambini spats were a thing of legend, behind what appeared (deceptively) to be the united Slytherin front.
"Hello Mother, how was your day?" Draco spat back maliciously, had she felt anything anymore Blaise would have flinched at such venom from her oldest friend.
"We need to talk," Announced Blaise, standing to her full 5'11 abruptly. This was all the warning anyone got as she barged down the stairs to the girls dormitory with Draco in tow. One look of predatory dominance and the word 'skat', sent the pug faced Pansy squealing out of the room. "Here we are, is this not nice, now sit down and tell me why you have betrayed your Lord, your Family and um," and me, she thought sadly, "your Honour."
"Slytherins have no honour, our loyalties are all our own, or haven't you been listening to the Gryffindor insults from the last five and a half years." Deciding this conversation may take a while Draco sat down on one of the large beds.
"Some of us do." Blaise muttered bitterly, gazing at the floor.
"And I can tell you're happy aren't you, you're no better than a Gryffindor, honestly Blaise, it is not who you are loyal to that makes you like one of those sorry losers, it's that you're loyal at all." He stood up and cupped her face making her stare into his eyes, "What do you really want, what will make you happy?" One shuddering breath and meaningful look later she answered.
"It doesn't matter what I want, now to the matter at hand." Her tone was suddenly business like as she outlined the situation. They both remained standing. "I'm going to inform your father of your defection two days from now, I would advise you contact your house-elves to appropriate anything you want from Malfoy manner and to bring it here. The moment my letter reaches him, the wards on your house will probably be designed to do unpleasant things to you should you cross them and your possessions will go under lock and key. You will also no longer have any funding as your father will certainly disown you. If I were you I'd make sure to get anything in my possession that's worth something, heirlooms especially, your father will pay highly to get them back from you."
"To what do I owe the assistance?" His gaze was soulful, searching.
"You should be happy. I'm being true to myself, just for a second." She gave a wavering smile. Her eyes were moistening he noted with satisfaction. He had been disappointed that his hold on the girl had not been so strong that he could get her to defect, but watching her tear herself from the inside out was almost as good. Almost. He couldn't resist drawing a bit for tears. Trying to get an emotionally distraught girl to cry was like taking candy from a baby. But in Draco's opinion it was worth it, he desired this candy, and anything Draco desired.
"Of course you understand, being on the opposite sides of the war and all that we can't possibly be together." He stated the comment emotionlessly, nonchalantly and allowed it to destroy her little world. Watching with (masked) satisfaction as she sank to her knees, he followed lifting her chin so that her now tear streaked face was directed at him. He brushed his lips across her cheekbones as if kissing away her sadness, savouring the bitterness he'd created. If he played his cards right he'd get break-up sex, and he knew how to play his cards.
~~*~~*~~*~~
Minerva walked into the headmaster's office in nervous excitement; the developments she had spied upon had been significant indeed.
"Ah, Minerva. Lemon drop? No. Something a bit stronger then?" He asked producing a well-seasoned bottle of fire-whiskey. "Celebrate with me our achievement."
"Excuse me Professor, what are we celebrating?"
"Are we pretending you didn't eavesdrop on the conversation between Mr. Malfoy and I?"
"Of course Albus, that would be an enormous breach of the young man's privacy." She replied summoning an appropriate haughtiness to her voice. Dumbledore smiled indulgently.
"Well then Minerva celebrate with me. When the ship begins to sink, the rats begin to leave, and Draco Malfoy is one hell of a rat."