Disclaimers: I do not own these characters except for Jessica Weaver and
Other characters that you do not recognize. The others belong to J.K.R.
There isn't a whole lot in this chapter but the next will be much better, promise.
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Twelve
Friday evening- Malfoy Manor 4/25
The storm brewing made everything seem cold and dark. The colorless gray sky above added a foreboding quality to the air surrounding the house. Winds whipped caustically around causing a sad howling to be heard rushing through the tree branches pushing the aroma of charged ions into every nook and cranny it can find.
In other words, it was a perfect day for a revel.
Severus apparated to the edge of the long graveled driveway, stepping back into the trees that lined the narrow road. He never apparated to the front door, one never knows who exactly would attend these gatherings and he preferred to be aware of who entered before him. Checking the time, he decided to wait a few more minutes to see who would come before him. He was quite a bit early and had some time to kill before he would be required to enter the blood shed.
He stood very still as he watched as a group appeared on the road just at the steps leading up to the massive house. Severus recognized them right away, Avery, MacNeil and the short, strappy Crabbe. Goyle must already be inside probably acting at Lucius's personal servant. Like the miniature Crabbe and Goyle in his classroom, their fathers weren't any better, Once a Malfoy servant.. always a Malfoy servant. As he watched the men swept up the steps and inside closing the door closed behind them. He sighed softly and wrapped his cloak more securely around him against the increasing wind of the oncoming evening storm.
April showers indeed. Screw the Mayflowers.
He hated the rainy month, hated the rain in his hair, in his boots, soaking him completely. He hated being wet. No matter how much of an umbrella spell he did, he never could stay completely dry and it irked him to no extent. Such a simple spell and he never could do it properly.
The rain started to drizzle down and he muttered low to no one in particular and headed to the Mansion, hoping to reach the shelter of the alcove before the downpour started. He started to sprint as the drops got bigger. He knew the fates were laughing at him. Who else would open the sky just as he was a mere few yard from the safety of the mansion?
"FUCK!" He roared and jumped the last few feet up the steps and into the dryness of the recess. To late of course, he was already wet through and through.
This was going to be a fan*fucking*tastic night he could tell right now, reaching into his sleeve he pulled out his wand and did a quick drying spell over himself. It didn't take long and he got most of his temper back into control before turning to glare out into the darkened sky, he snarled.
"Some day, you will NOT get the best of me."
A flash of lightening lit up the sky in answer and Severus couldn't stop his hand from raising and rocking a fist at the entities that seemed to mock him. Such a childish act, but it made him feel a bit better, however, it didn't dampen his terrible mood completely.
He was already in a fowl mood before he came to this horrific place and he hoped that no one would dare coerce him into any lewd acts with any of the women involved in today's show. Or perhaps, he hoped that they did. He grinned at the memory of poor Townsend.the last man that tried to force him into raping a mere child. He ended up hanging from the ceiling by his rotten balls screaming his bloody head off. No one tried to force him into doing anything he didn't want to since then.
Severus preferred to stand off on his own during these blood letting parties. Keeping the others at bay was his only hope of getting out of the excursions that Lucius tended to find amusing. He never got off on forcing unwilling women into submission, torture or murder and he promptly reminded them whenever he was approached to participate. He was there merely for the sake of attending, to show that he was still one of them.
He did, however, in the past help himself to a whore or two. Being a red- blooded man he did have urges that he couldn't fight all the time, during these time he did use the women to his satisfaction. After all, that was why they were there. They were more than experienced in the art of making a man satisfied and satisfy they did, normally with one or two men at once.
Not that he would be seeking out their favors this night.
He turned to the door and rapped loudly hearing the echo vibrate through the halls. The door opened after a moment and the junior house elf cautiously peered out. Since Dobby had left, this little vermin had been recruited from the basement tasks to take over Dobby's former job. The skinny elf moved back and opened the door wider.
"M.. Master S.. Snape. " The elf squeaked fearfully and reached out for the man's cloak. Severus clutched the cloak and scarf with a shake of the head.
"I shall keep them.. " He didn't want to have to wait for his things when he was ready to get the hell out of there.
The elf simply moved back and closed the door behind the intimidating man.
"Sir.. the gathering is in the dungeon.. shall I show you the way?"
Severus scowled at the tiny cowered figure and shook his head heading down the hallway, knowing full well where the party was to be held.
"No.. I remember the way."
The tiny elf nodded his head, his ears flapping while his pale eyes followed the man as he disappeared around a corner.
"Ohhh.. Poor Master Snape.. hope he don't get to hurt.. Master not happy.. no sir.. Master not happy at all.. " The elf muttered to himself as he went to prepare more refreshments for the guests below.
Finding the dungeon was easy enough. Severus had been to the room in question hundreds of times in the past, pre and post Voldemort. Walking along the deathly cold corridor, he followed the staircases down to the lower lever before locating the proper door.
Here he paused.
Time to put the 'bastard' in drive. He straightened up to his full height, took a deep breath and brought his traditional scowl to his face. Opening the door, he stepped into a room of pure carnal diablerie. He stopped at the threshold and scanned the group of derelicts that scattered around. The smell of sex hung in the air as he stepped inside. As he expected there were already dozens of whores lounging in chaise loungers. Their clothing scattered in all directions, probably removed as soon as they walked into the house. He frowned as he noticed the line of men waiting to use them.
Sheep.
Severus let his eyes roam over the whores and shook his head with a shudder. It never ceased to amaze him where these men can come up with some of the ugliest women one has ever set eyes on. Some of these so called, ladies of the night, would make 'him' turn tail and run if he ever met them on a dark street corner, and he knows that he's not the most handsomest man in Hogsmead so that's saying a lot.
Not that he would be seeking out their favors this night.
His eyes once again took in his surroundings and to his relief, not a single muggle could be seen. Maybe this party would be just that.. a party, not a bloodfest.
"Ahhh.. Severus.. so you have finally shown up."
Severus turned slowly at the voice to see his host approach him swiftly, his walking cane clicking on the hard floor.
"Lucius.."
The blond man simply grinned and held out a hand which Severus promptly shook, shuddering inwardly at the friendly gesture.
"Severus.. I'm glad you could finally make it. We've missed you over the last few gatherings." Malfoy turned and cast his eyes over the party with a pleased eye. "You have missed some rather.. entertaining.. parties of late."
"I apologize, Lucius, but I've been very busy, as you well know, Classes do not teach themselves." He clenched his teeth as his eyes fell to Goyle as he fell onto a rather plump redhead promptly burying himself between her thighs without a how-do-you-do, not that the whore seemed to mind. She just spread herself out to accommodate his wide frame.
"How are the yardapes, by the way? All starting to shape up?" Malfoy asked giving Snape a good excuse to look away from the couple writhing on the lounge.
"They are progressing.. in most part." He answered shifting his feet not knowing exactly to look, everywhere he turned his eyes there was a fair amount of screwing going on.
Lucius laughed and waved over an elf over laden with a silver trey. Choosing a goblet, he handed it over to the taller man.
"Drink, take a whore.. basically.. enjoy yourself, Severus. You could use the stress relief. You look like shit."
Severus tilted the goblet to his lips and took a deep drink of the golden liquid.
"You have no idea."
The blond man smiled knowingly watching him down the drink with barely hidden glee.
"Oh.I have a faint idea."
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A/Ns and Acknowledgements:
Fancy: Well, as you can see, I kind of glossed over the party, but you will find out the results in the next chapter.keep tuned.
NiteQueen: Well, Things do go from bad to worse. Keep reading I hope you continue to like my little story. And thank you for reviewing.
manson-gothic-chick: Keep reading.you will find out what happens.hehe.
Magdellin: LOL.What can I say? I adore a good cliffhanger. Hope you like this part.
Tracey Claybon: Thank you, I have tons roaming in my head, just have to get these two stories done before I start more.thank you for reading and reviewing.
J.S. Sumner: You are by far my favorite reviewer. I look forward to hearing what part of my story you liked best. Thank you so very much, for your super support throughout these stories of mine. I know what you mean. Your type of reviews is so helpful and I appreciate the way you point things out to me. It helps me in a big way.thanks again.
Annalise: LOL.gee.thanks.*blushing*
Cathryne: LOL.not gonna happen. I don't do snarky.hehe.but I can do Severus.I love rave reviews so keep them coming.hehe.Angst is on the way, my dear.
Again.. Please don't forget to read and review..
Love bunches
RWH
There isn't a whole lot in this chapter but the next will be much better, promise.
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Twelve
Friday evening- Malfoy Manor 4/25
The storm brewing made everything seem cold and dark. The colorless gray sky above added a foreboding quality to the air surrounding the house. Winds whipped caustically around causing a sad howling to be heard rushing through the tree branches pushing the aroma of charged ions into every nook and cranny it can find.
In other words, it was a perfect day for a revel.
Severus apparated to the edge of the long graveled driveway, stepping back into the trees that lined the narrow road. He never apparated to the front door, one never knows who exactly would attend these gatherings and he preferred to be aware of who entered before him. Checking the time, he decided to wait a few more minutes to see who would come before him. He was quite a bit early and had some time to kill before he would be required to enter the blood shed.
He stood very still as he watched as a group appeared on the road just at the steps leading up to the massive house. Severus recognized them right away, Avery, MacNeil and the short, strappy Crabbe. Goyle must already be inside probably acting at Lucius's personal servant. Like the miniature Crabbe and Goyle in his classroom, their fathers weren't any better, Once a Malfoy servant.. always a Malfoy servant. As he watched the men swept up the steps and inside closing the door closed behind them. He sighed softly and wrapped his cloak more securely around him against the increasing wind of the oncoming evening storm.
April showers indeed. Screw the Mayflowers.
He hated the rainy month, hated the rain in his hair, in his boots, soaking him completely. He hated being wet. No matter how much of an umbrella spell he did, he never could stay completely dry and it irked him to no extent. Such a simple spell and he never could do it properly.
The rain started to drizzle down and he muttered low to no one in particular and headed to the Mansion, hoping to reach the shelter of the alcove before the downpour started. He started to sprint as the drops got bigger. He knew the fates were laughing at him. Who else would open the sky just as he was a mere few yard from the safety of the mansion?
"FUCK!" He roared and jumped the last few feet up the steps and into the dryness of the recess. To late of course, he was already wet through and through.
This was going to be a fan*fucking*tastic night he could tell right now, reaching into his sleeve he pulled out his wand and did a quick drying spell over himself. It didn't take long and he got most of his temper back into control before turning to glare out into the darkened sky, he snarled.
"Some day, you will NOT get the best of me."
A flash of lightening lit up the sky in answer and Severus couldn't stop his hand from raising and rocking a fist at the entities that seemed to mock him. Such a childish act, but it made him feel a bit better, however, it didn't dampen his terrible mood completely.
He was already in a fowl mood before he came to this horrific place and he hoped that no one would dare coerce him into any lewd acts with any of the women involved in today's show. Or perhaps, he hoped that they did. He grinned at the memory of poor Townsend.the last man that tried to force him into raping a mere child. He ended up hanging from the ceiling by his rotten balls screaming his bloody head off. No one tried to force him into doing anything he didn't want to since then.
Severus preferred to stand off on his own during these blood letting parties. Keeping the others at bay was his only hope of getting out of the excursions that Lucius tended to find amusing. He never got off on forcing unwilling women into submission, torture or murder and he promptly reminded them whenever he was approached to participate. He was there merely for the sake of attending, to show that he was still one of them.
He did, however, in the past help himself to a whore or two. Being a red- blooded man he did have urges that he couldn't fight all the time, during these time he did use the women to his satisfaction. After all, that was why they were there. They were more than experienced in the art of making a man satisfied and satisfy they did, normally with one or two men at once.
Not that he would be seeking out their favors this night.
He turned to the door and rapped loudly hearing the echo vibrate through the halls. The door opened after a moment and the junior house elf cautiously peered out. Since Dobby had left, this little vermin had been recruited from the basement tasks to take over Dobby's former job. The skinny elf moved back and opened the door wider.
"M.. Master S.. Snape. " The elf squeaked fearfully and reached out for the man's cloak. Severus clutched the cloak and scarf with a shake of the head.
"I shall keep them.. " He didn't want to have to wait for his things when he was ready to get the hell out of there.
The elf simply moved back and closed the door behind the intimidating man.
"Sir.. the gathering is in the dungeon.. shall I show you the way?"
Severus scowled at the tiny cowered figure and shook his head heading down the hallway, knowing full well where the party was to be held.
"No.. I remember the way."
The tiny elf nodded his head, his ears flapping while his pale eyes followed the man as he disappeared around a corner.
"Ohhh.. Poor Master Snape.. hope he don't get to hurt.. Master not happy.. no sir.. Master not happy at all.. " The elf muttered to himself as he went to prepare more refreshments for the guests below.
Finding the dungeon was easy enough. Severus had been to the room in question hundreds of times in the past, pre and post Voldemort. Walking along the deathly cold corridor, he followed the staircases down to the lower lever before locating the proper door.
Here he paused.
Time to put the 'bastard' in drive. He straightened up to his full height, took a deep breath and brought his traditional scowl to his face. Opening the door, he stepped into a room of pure carnal diablerie. He stopped at the threshold and scanned the group of derelicts that scattered around. The smell of sex hung in the air as he stepped inside. As he expected there were already dozens of whores lounging in chaise loungers. Their clothing scattered in all directions, probably removed as soon as they walked into the house. He frowned as he noticed the line of men waiting to use them.
Sheep.
Severus let his eyes roam over the whores and shook his head with a shudder. It never ceased to amaze him where these men can come up with some of the ugliest women one has ever set eyes on. Some of these so called, ladies of the night, would make 'him' turn tail and run if he ever met them on a dark street corner, and he knows that he's not the most handsomest man in Hogsmead so that's saying a lot.
Not that he would be seeking out their favors this night.
His eyes once again took in his surroundings and to his relief, not a single muggle could be seen. Maybe this party would be just that.. a party, not a bloodfest.
"Ahhh.. Severus.. so you have finally shown up."
Severus turned slowly at the voice to see his host approach him swiftly, his walking cane clicking on the hard floor.
"Lucius.."
The blond man simply grinned and held out a hand which Severus promptly shook, shuddering inwardly at the friendly gesture.
"Severus.. I'm glad you could finally make it. We've missed you over the last few gatherings." Malfoy turned and cast his eyes over the party with a pleased eye. "You have missed some rather.. entertaining.. parties of late."
"I apologize, Lucius, but I've been very busy, as you well know, Classes do not teach themselves." He clenched his teeth as his eyes fell to Goyle as he fell onto a rather plump redhead promptly burying himself between her thighs without a how-do-you-do, not that the whore seemed to mind. She just spread herself out to accommodate his wide frame.
"How are the yardapes, by the way? All starting to shape up?" Malfoy asked giving Snape a good excuse to look away from the couple writhing on the lounge.
"They are progressing.. in most part." He answered shifting his feet not knowing exactly to look, everywhere he turned his eyes there was a fair amount of screwing going on.
Lucius laughed and waved over an elf over laden with a silver trey. Choosing a goblet, he handed it over to the taller man.
"Drink, take a whore.. basically.. enjoy yourself, Severus. You could use the stress relief. You look like shit."
Severus tilted the goblet to his lips and took a deep drink of the golden liquid.
"You have no idea."
The blond man smiled knowingly watching him down the drink with barely hidden glee.
"Oh.I have a faint idea."
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A/Ns and Acknowledgements:
Fancy: Well, as you can see, I kind of glossed over the party, but you will find out the results in the next chapter.keep tuned.
NiteQueen: Well, Things do go from bad to worse. Keep reading I hope you continue to like my little story. And thank you for reviewing.
manson-gothic-chick: Keep reading.you will find out what happens.hehe.
Magdellin: LOL.What can I say? I adore a good cliffhanger. Hope you like this part.
Tracey Claybon: Thank you, I have tons roaming in my head, just have to get these two stories done before I start more.thank you for reading and reviewing.
J.S. Sumner: You are by far my favorite reviewer. I look forward to hearing what part of my story you liked best. Thank you so very much, for your super support throughout these stories of mine. I know what you mean. Your type of reviews is so helpful and I appreciate the way you point things out to me. It helps me in a big way.thanks again.
Annalise: LOL.gee.thanks.*blushing*
Cathryne: LOL.not gonna happen. I don't do snarky.hehe.but I can do Severus.I love rave reviews so keep them coming.hehe.Angst is on the way, my dear.
Again.. Please don't forget to read and review..
Love bunches
RWH