Dedicated to The Real Slim Shady for coming back & to Snails for never leaving
Old Reviewers (Practikal Magik, Shadow, Star, Raine is Crazy, Wildchartermage): Snails, You are a damn good sister, and do you really think Mr Awkward Potter fucked Ms Cool Dremae? Raine I do like the Malfunction. Very clever.You are really Harry obsessed. I hope I am portraying him right for you and that if I do anything OC for you that you won't lynch me. I called it Queen of Mime because Lithliya was talking lots but saying nothing. Wildchartermage yes Sir! Star I'm glad you liked it. Thank you for your review. Shady she is a nice person so being cruel to him is not something she would think of.
New Reviewers (Amanda, Trixie ): Amanda, I am very happy you like it. I hope you continue to like it all the way through. Trixie Draco being out of character is the point of the story really. That he has a new view of life. Lithliya is a MS in a way suppose but I don't think she is as bad as the majority... She'd have to be American to be a proper MS I should think. As for being as clever as Hermione, I think Hermione is quite smart but she's made to be the best by studying so hard, and Lithliya having a natural intelligence would be able to be as intelligent if she studied. Thanks for your time.
Tweenies (Mel62, cniamc, Elvenrarehunter, Bex Drake,IrishSodaBread, Forestsong): Mel very happy you like it. Hope this meets your expectations. Cniamc I always find that the more evil the boy is the more fun it is to write.. which usually means I end up with pretty brutal stories.... But they are always more fun. Wrong on that account darling, try again. Holly, Roger! Will do! Bex I think he's 2D in the books and that either JK has the intention of leaving him 2D or will develop him into something far more interesting. I hope the later. You know me better than that. I wouldn't feed you it on a plate. Soda love the language, very wikid you hop hipping mofo. He's nasty... as I explain above they're always more interesting to write... Guys have always put women as objects... but in return we see them as fat pasties or idiots....Forestsong, I hope this meets your expectations and that you are amused with this.
A word to the wise: I do like firstly bloodbaths (as you will see) and also plot twists. Being Voldemort's daughter might just be too easy. Another side note, you all still weren't on Draco's side when he was being as nice as he gets!!
Chapter Ten
Deeds of Justice
Harry climbed into the Gryffindor common room. It was only eight o'clock but already the sky outside was black and cold and had been for sometime. Winter had travelled in whilst everyone was looking the other way. He shivered and reminded himself to put his jumper on under his robes tomorrow. "Harry." A weary greeting floated across the common room. It was Ron. He was stretched out over a chair covering every inch of it. A first year next to him had tried to do the same but his little body could not even each both sides of the armchair at once. Ron did not seem to have noticed. It seemed like he had not noticed anything for a while, his expression was dazed and he looked immensely tired.
"Hey Ron. You didn't turn up for Quidditch practice." Ron's face squinted.
"Oh sorry Harry. I forgot. And after I made you all get up this morning. Bollocks. I'll have to apologise to everyone." Harry shrugged and sat down in a chair opposite him, letting all the tension out.
"Where were you?" Harry asked as he loosened his tie. No matter what Ron had been doing Harry doubted it would be a touch on him. Straight after a full day of lessons and the problems of the morning he'd run into Peeves. Peeves had been using Dungbombs to pelt a group of 1st and 2nd year Hufflepuffs. Merlin knows where Peeves had got them from. Harry had been duty bound to see him off, resulting in himself smelling of horrible things. He had had about five minutes to shower before heading off to Quidditch practice to which the captain, Ron, did not turn up for. Ginny had come but she'd left halfway through tears streaming down her face.
"I've been with Luna all day. When I brought her in this morning she wouldn't let me leave. She just went into a fit every time I went to leave. Dumbledore gave me the day off lessons. I left when she fell asleep this afternoon. She looked awful, Harry." Harry sighed. He'd almost forgotten about Luna. Almost. He'd pushed her too the back of his mind so he wouldn't have to see that bent over, shuddering, pathetic form over and over again in his mind.
"We've got a prefects meeting tonight. I think we'll been playing Truth or Dare again afterwards. It'll be a good way to make us feel better. I think we need it." Harry said. His eyes were fixed on the fire, and he remembered Sirius's head appearing there. He rubbed his eyes and turned his gaze to Ron.
"Yeah. I think we do. Where's Hermione?" Ron asked. He was perking up a bit.
"Don't know. She knows about the prefect meeting though." Harry answered. "We'd better get along there." Ron nodded.
They met the early arrivers outside the room. Hannah Abbot, the other two female Hufflepuff prefects and the Ravenclaw prefects. They were all embarrassed and keenly looking about for someone. When they saw Harry they pounced. "Harry! We can't get in." Harry blinked and hurried his pace up.
"Why?" He asked reaching the edge of the group.
"The knights. They aren't listening to us. They're too busy fighting... without any armour on." Giggles passed through the girls. The boys were talking in voices as low as they could get them to the back of the group, pointedly ignoring the knights.
"Hungarian Horntails." Harry said quietly to the picture. Both knights, who were naked wrestling on the ground, ignored him. "Excuse me?" He said louder. "OI" He said shaking the picture slightly. The knights stopped, looked at the spectators agitatedly and asked:
"Yes?"
"Hungarian Horntails." The portrait swung open and the knights resumed with cries of 'pain'. The prefects hurriedly went inside. Harry stood in the doorway preventing it from closing for he did not wish to disturb the portrait again.
The meeting was over shortly. Harry could give no more information than they already had and the younger year prefects passed back to their common rooms swiftly. They were left again with only the 7th year prefects and heads.
Lithliya sat upon the floor, her eyes slightly withdrawn and looking to the floor. Her knees were drawn up in front of her and her arms lay atop them cradling her head. She leant on a sofa over which Draco was spread like a lion. Proud, quiet and deadly. Next to Lithliya, Hermione sat on the floor as well. Next to her grudgingly were Ron and Harry who had elected to share a sofa, though keeping at opposite ends. The rest of the circle was on various couches and armchairs.
"Whose turn was it last?" Hannah asked.
Harry frowned trying to remember. His frown increased when he eventually did. "Hermione's. She had a dare from Malfoy to go into the corner." He glared at Malfoy who smirked and flicked his fingers out. Hermione blushed deeply. The rest of the groups muffled laughter and remembrances died as they waited for Hermione.
"Malfoy." She did not look at him as he spoke.
"Dare" He replied forcefully. She could feel his eyes burning into her skull. She could feel Harry's and Ron's as well. She knew they'd be doubting her sanity. Revenge will be sweet.
"Kiss, with tongues, Harry." Silence. Silence. Silence.
"I think I'm going to have to kill you." Harry's voice quietly in her ears. She closed her eyes and secreted a smile. They both stood up. The males turned away from the two boys in the centre of the room.
"Minimum ten seconds!" Padma called out. Hermione was annoyed that Draco was showing no emotion and had got up with no nagging for this dare. She doubted however that he was feeling no emotion and that this would go unpunished. They stood about a foot away from each other and leant in. Harry kept his eyes on the far wall just as their lips met. Draco was looking dead at Hermione. "Tongues!!" Padma reminded them. Draco winked at Hermione.
"Shut up, shut up." Justin said from across the room, where he was staring at a wall. "We don't want commentary." The girls giggled. The two boys broke apart. Malfoy wiped his mouth and spat into the fire before coming to sit down. Harry spent a good two minutes choking whilst the girls wiped tears from their eyes and the boys reprimanded them.
"Truth or dare, Harry." Malfoy asked stretching back onto the couch. Harry eyed him carefully. He debated in his mind carefully which to pick. In the end he chose with regrets.
"Dare." Laughter flitted from one girl to the next. Draco hushed them with a hand movement.
"Put you hand down Hannah's pants. And stroke." Hannah squealed. Hermione and Lithliya exchanged a sardonic glanced. Harry smirked at Malfoy. He stood up and held a hand out to Hannah who was blushing so profusely she matched Harry's Weasley originated jumper. "And no you're not allowed in that darkened corner, Potter." Malfoy sneered as Harry was about to lead Hannah there.
Harry gaped at Malfoy before shaking his head in disgust. He turned back to Hannah who was looking horrified. Harry rapped his arms around her taking her into a hug. His arms massaged her body, slipping under her jumper. She moaned slightly and a slight cheer arose from the boys. "You can tell which genders set the dares." Hermione commented in a low voice to Lithliya. Lithliya nodded but her eyes never left Harry. Hermione smiled to herself.
Harry's hand disappeared from sight. Hannah moaned again. Harry was planting kisses down her neck, his black hair standing out against her skin. Hannah let out a louder moan and breathed heavily before Harry's hand came back into view and the men let out a little round of applause. They broke apart ever so slowly, Hannah flushed ever so dark. She went back to her place fast and hid herself in Padma's jumper.
Harry mimicked the Malfoy smirk before retreating to his seat, sitting with his legs far apart. "Lithliya. Truth or Dare?" He asked. People turned to look at the Slytherin for the first time. She looked up at him with doe eyes.
"Truth, if you'd be so kind." She answered never taking her eyes of him.
"Have you ever kissed or done more, with Malfoy?" He asked, his eyes gleaming. The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were talking quietly. Malfoy shut them up with a glance. Only four people understood the significance of what Harry had asked. Only four people in that room knew of the relationship, or lack of, between the two.
"Never." Her answer was quick and quiet. Her gaze held his for a second longer than it should have done before moving to Malfoy's. A silent moment passed between the two and Lithliya nodded. "Hermione." Lithliya said quietly. "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare." Hermione was looking at Lithliya with a warning in her eyes. Lithliya just smiled.
"Return the favour that Malfoy gave you at the end of our last session. That corner, five minutes. We'll be waiting." Giggles passed round the room. Ron clapped Hermione on the shoulder as a good luck. Harry was looking at her apprehensively.
"Better make it a quick five minutes. We'd better be back at our common rooms by nine." The group groaned but Harry waved them off. He nodded to Hermione who followed Malfoy out of the circle.
"Do you have the courage to return the favour I did to you?" Draco asked once they were in the seclusion of the corner. Hermione looked up at him, her face angry. "Brave old Gryffindor." He quietly said leaning into her face and brushing her hair off her face. "Come on then darling. I don't have all day."
Hermione closed her eyes. She gathered all her rational thoughts and threw them to a desolate part of her mind. She opened her mind to all banned and horrible thoughts about the man who had despised and made her life hell for the first six years of Hogwarts. She moved her mouth up to his, so they were centimetres away. His breath tickled her face. She moved the extra centimetres. She felt his soft supple lips on hers, a gentle need as he pressed her lips.
As a person Draco was deadly. As a lover he was even more so. He was tender but there was always that lurking feel of the dark. Draco had an edge that made him dangerous, that made him powerful and yet so beautiful too. Graceful, elegant, strong.
Well I suppose I could try and enjoy this dare, Hermione's thought as he nibbled her lower lip. She brought her arms under his robes to his shirt beneath and then under that to his skin. She could feel the muscles of his stomach contract as her hands glided over them. He did have a weakness. She felt him breath out deeply as she put tension then release on his back. She felt him bite down on her lip when her hands strayed too near his armpits. The Dragon really was ticklish.
She kept one hand lightly gliding over his back whilst the other sought to repay his 'favour'. She pulled away a little at his belt. She undid it. The trousers were pretty loose with that gone. She felt him grin as she intensified the kiss. Her hand dipped into his trousers. She played idly with what she found there. She found it amusing to that she could make the Slytherin King gasp and feel pain with such ease.
But after only thirty seconds of this she found that the Slytherin King was not going to let her get away with her little pleasure. His arms snaked around her waist, dipping immediately into her trousers. She gasped and pulled away. "Hey. That's not what I did. You're not suppose to move." His only response was to pull her back and dip his hand again. She cried out. He smiled before returning his lips to hers.
"Thirty seconds!" The call came from another world. They pulled apart a little. Their noses bumped, their eyes studied each other's faces in the far off fire flow.
"Why me?" She whispered into his lips so they touch as she spoke.
"A final act of defiance against my father." His answer came as the call for time up ran. He kissed her lightly before walking back over to the circle doing up his belt up at the same time. Hermione stayed there. She did not move until Harry came over to her and hugged her and draped an arm around her and led her to his dormitory.
He did not like her particularly. Just a good way to take revenge on his father. Oh Merlin... that hurt. But why? She did not like Malfoy. She would not let herself fall for Draco. For Malfoy. No. Hermione Granger would fall in love with someone who was intelligent and worthy of her. She was not so silly as to fall for a worthless person such as Draco Malfoy, Slytherin King..
Even Harry could not stop the tears that night.
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Draco left Lithliya reading in front of the fire that night. His mind was active, even if he had been planning to sleep he knew he would not have been able to. The rushed rate of his heart had started with the news that the Death Eaters had taken revenge. It had only been worsened by Hermione's straying hands. He had no doubt she was untouched but he also had no doubt she would not remain that way for long.
He jammed his door open noisy, already throwing down his tie. His actions came to an abrupt halt when he saw something moving on his bed. Was Pansy really that desperate? The movements stopped as his presence was recognised. A shaggy brown head appeared followed by a naked male form. Malfoy was surprised. It took a lot to startle the Slytherin King, but this took the cake.
Well it didn't. What took the cake was that naked male form that rose up behind it. A skinhead bulky boy. Two naked boys having sex on his bed. I'm hallucinating. He blinked hoping they'd vanish. They didn't. They just stood there. Naked. By his bed. With boners. Naked. Bed. Boners.
Malfoy walked out the room. There was a scampering and hushed whispers before the boys ran out darting past him like hail stones. Malfoy shuddered to himself before heading into the room. He heard footsteps on the stairs and ignored them. He muttered a couple of spell under his breath to freshen it and clean the sheets.
"Why were there two messily dressed, flushed boys running down from your room." Blaise's voice drawled through the room.
"Bastards thought my room would be good for a shag." Malfoy swore pulling his robes off and chucking them on the bed. Although he had freshened the room he still opened the window. He mussed his hair up by only undoing the top button before pulling his shirt over his head. A few strands of white blonde hair fell on his face.
"How lovely. You'd better start locking your door." Zabini said leaning on the doorframe his eyes on the star spattered sky. Malfoy's eyes glanced over Zabini. Zabini was wearing long black robes matching his hair. All other clothes he wore were consumed by the black cloak. "Do you know who either of those boys are?" Malfoy shook his head taking out a black shirt and jumper. "One of them, Johnny Nott is a nephew to Macnair as well as son to the Death Eater Nott." Malfoy slowed down his changing as he thought.
"He was in here looking for something then and got distracted. 4th years, yes?" Malfoy pulled on his own black robe. None of his other robes could be seen. He headed to his ensuite after he received a nod from Zabini. "Well he wouldn't have found anything. Who did we say was in charge of 4th years?"
"Me." Zabini's voice said from by the door. Malfoy heard footsteps a second later and turned round from the bathroom to see Zabini looking out the window. "There's two people sneaking about down there." He said quietly, his eyes fixed on them.
"It's the Aurors. Stupid idiot in charge thinks that the Death Eaters sneak in every night so they spend half their time patrolling outside." Malfoy turned round, flicking his wand into his pocket. His hair was now a deep never ending black. "Take the next opportunity that you can and examine the palms of their hands. Where they were cut on the night we vowed as Slytherins. If they have betrayed us their scars will be constantly bleeding. Unless I directly forgive them they will eventually bleed to death, if they have betrayed us."
Zabini was smirking at him and Malfoy returned it. Two heavy treads on the stairs. "Accio Shadowfire." Malfoy called softly through the night air. His broom took a minute to arrive to him. Crabbe and Goyle appeared at the doorway with their brooms. Zabini hurriedly called for his. "Lets go." Malfoy said quietly. He pulled his hood over his head and instantly he became nothing.
The black climbed onto the broom, looking back once to check all were flowing him. He nodded to the black that was Zabini, who like himself, Crabbe and Goyle had raised his hood. They flew out the window.
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An owl hooted softly in the garden of the trees. Malfoy only glanced up to it once before carrying on down the little garden path. It was a small garden of ample greenary and tender loving care. A rural wooden fence procured the house from unfriendly neighbours although the house was a five minutes walk from anywhere else. In the far corner a shed housed a pile of discarded children's toys gathering dust.
Malfoy walked over some dainty pink and yellow plants to stand by Zabini. "Fine work." He commented admiring the script of the 7th year Slytherin. There were two 'ooffs' from behind the boys and they both looked back. Zabini sniggered and went back to his work hastily. Malfoy walked back to the bodies. Crabbe and Goyle were grinning at him with anticipation. "Well done." He rewarded them and their grins grew bigger. "But put your fucking hoods up you great oafs."
"But there's no one 'ere!" Protested Goyle. Malfoy fixed his gaze under the hood on him and they hastily obeyed. Malfoy kicked the bodies and moved them how he wanted them. It amazed him that there was still so much blood to come out of them. He positioned it so the man was lying out as if he had been begging before he died and the woman was staring with an expression of fear at the man.
Through her bloody face the words 'I never knew he was a Death Eater' could still be seen engraved on her skin.
There was a snake's hiss. Malfoy's hand went to his neck and he pulled out a long silver chain. A dragon was on the end breathing fangs long and pointed. On its belly the silver melted and formed the words 'time is up'. It had been his fifteenth birthday present from his mother; a warning device that gave him advice. It was not always right but it was a good indicator for when like this incidence he needed to be warned when he might be discovered or when there was someone not to trust.
He turned to the artist. "Done?" He called softly through the air, tucking the chain back inside his shirt and robes. The artist nodded and stepped back to admire his work, careful to squash a child's model goblin in the soil. He joined the others on the lawn. "Accio Shadowfire." Malfoy said, his broom flying to him from the side of the house. He looked round once more before nodding and climbing onto his broom. Malfoy disappeared into the darkened sky. The others soon followed vanishing into a never-ending blackness that engulfed the world whole.
Behind them they left the bodies. Two upon the lawn, to be seen from the kitchen where behind them could be clearly seen the words;
Their blood began this
Your blood will end this
The kitchen, living room, dining room, playroom were all free from blood. Upstairs even where the children now slept an eternal sleep there was no blood. Their bedrooms, free now from even the sound of breathing, the bathroom, their parents bedroom all same as when they had fell asleep the night before. Wiped clean of their parent's tortured cries.
Only the study, in which the Ministry worker and spy of Voldemort worked, was their blood. All around the walls in his blood and the blood of his wife were his words he had screamed that night. All around the walls in his blood and the blood of his wife. All around the walls the words he'd screamed. All around the walls in the blood. All around the walls.
Don't hurt them please. Mudblood scum, deserve to die. The Dark Lord sent me this mission, how could I refuse? No, please, I beg you. Muggles so stupid they cannot see another world in front of their eyes. Deserve what the master gives them. You traitor. Ministry are fumbling in the dark. Take my life instead. Never catch anyone. You'll be punished for this. How could you kill a helpless baby? Traitor. I am not a coward. Not my children.. I was sent to infiltrate the Aurors and find out what they knew. He'll get you for this. You think you're clever. Ministry doesn't know anything. Stupid they couldn't see it if we wore nametags. Please. Please. PLEASE
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Lovely wasn't it? Evil little power crazy people. Anyway Review!!!!!!!!!! REVIEW!!!! PLEASE! Six chapters left.
Next time find out: if Death Eaters take revenge, if Harry figures out who did these murders, if Hermione finds out and what will she do, if Luna comes out her stupor?