A/n: Ok, umm...hi. This is my first fic, and I am nervous to say the
least...I know you might not like it. *sniff, sniff*. But oh well. Im
trying. Im just starting, I have no beta...*pulls hair* What is my world
coming to?!. Ok now that I have that out of my system. For this story don't
look for a plot, I might put one in. BUT as of this day and the day I
inform you that there's a plot, there is NONE.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Draco Malfoy, or Hemione Granger, or Ron Weasley, or anything in the book. I do own this lovely computer that I'm typing this on...well, its partially mine. *shrugs*
A/n2: Does anyone know how to put the codes in for ffn? its not cooperating with me!!!!
Well on with it!!
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Lucius Malfoy was in his office at the Malfoy manor when he felt the mark on his left forearm burn. He got up still clutching his arm and went over to his bedroom, where his wife Narcissa was sleeping peacefully. He walked over to the wardrobe to get out his black robe and white mask. He turned around to look at his wife once more and noticed she was sitting up looking at him.
"Why is he calling you so late?" Narcissa asked sleepily.
"I do not question the Dark Lord, and neither should you Narcissa." Lucius snapped.
"I do not question him, I just-"
"I do not care what you were just doing," he sneered, "Go back to sleep. It's just a meeting. Something must have come up that was very important for him to call us this time of the evening." and with that Lucius vanished with a 'pop'.
Lord Voldemort was standing in front of the fire place in the Riddle Manor, with Nagini circled up on the rug beside him. He heard Lucius coming up the stairs and he turned and waited for him to enter. Lucius came in got to his knees and crawled over to Voldemort and kissed the hem of his robes and then crawled away. He then got up to make his way to his spot of the circle when Voldemort stopped him.
"Why are you getting in your posistion Lucius? Can't you see it's just you and I here?" Voldemort said with an amused grin on his face, that didn't look right on his face, and sent chills up and down Lucius' spine.
"Yes my Lord, I just thought that I was the first to arrive is all, my Lord." Lucius replied bowing his head slightly.
"Yes, yes, well on with the reason I called you here." Voldemort said, beginning to pace back and forth. "You are one of my most loyal Death Eaters, are you not?"
"Yes my Lord, I am your most loyal."
"You would do anything for me, would you not?"
"Yes my Lord, I would do anything for you."
"Good, good." Voldemort stopped pacing and looked Lucius in the eye, making him flinch and divert his eyes away from him. "Tut, tut, Lucius. You'd think after all the years of service to me, you'd have the guts to look me in the eye. It's fine though. Back to why you were summoned here." he said as he resumed pacing back and forth. "How is your son, Draco?"
Lucius was shocked for a moment, the Dark Lord never cared how someone else was doing. "Draco's fine my Lord. May I ask why?"
Voldemort absorbed his answer and ignored his question. "Good," he said stopping and turning to Lucius, "Do you love your son Lucius?"
Lucius thought this was an dumb question, if he didn't love his son....well if he didn't like his son, he surely would have been turned over to someone else, more money for him, he would've long put Narcissa out, but the bitch let herself get knocked up, he should've known something was up when she wouldn't let him pull out. "Yes, my Lord, I love my son."
"Well this is going to make this a bit more harder for you, and it shows how loyal you really are." Lucius was begining to understand that whatever in hell Voldemort wanted involved Draco.
"My Lord, if I may, what is this about?" Lucius asked hoping he wouldnt get punished.
"You really want to know don't you?" Lucius nodded. "Okay Lucius, Give me your son." Lucius' mouth dropped open.
"E-excuse my Lord?" Lucius stammered.
Voldemort repeated. "Give me your son Lucius."
"But why my Lord? He's my only-"
"Crucio."
Lucius, caught off guard, fell to the ground screaming and writhing. Voldemort walked over to Lucius and stood above him. He watched how Lucius' hair messed when he would grind his head into the floor trying in vain to lessen the pain, how his eyes shut tight, and how his teeth were bared. After about a minute and a half Voldemort lifted the curse. Lucius' breath was ragged and he couldn't see clearly anymore. Then Voldemort spoke again, as he took a step back, as Lucius tried to get up. "Give me your son, Lucius."
"My Lord, my son is at Hogwarts." Lucius said trying to buy himself some more time.
"So go and get him." Voldemort snarled. Damn, Lucius thought.
"I...I.." Lucius tried to think as fast as possible, then he was hit in the face. Voldemort had punched Lucius in the face and left a bruise on the right side of his face.
"You will obey me, Lucius." Voldemort said a pushed Lucius to the ground, ripping off his robes. Oh my god, no....he wouldn't...please god, not this....make him put the Cruciatus Curse on me, but not this. Voldemort continued to strip Lucius of his clothing until he was completly naked. Voldemort then took his wand and pointed at Lucius' throat and said "Silencio." Voldemort then put his hand around Lucius' throat and watched as he turned from pale white, to purple, and he enjoyed watched Lucius' eyes bulge as he tried to get oxygen into his lungs as he felt a bulge in his pants.
Voldemort let go of Lucius' throat and cast a binding spell on Lucius' upper body. He then began to unbuckle his pants. Lucius saw Voldemort taking his pants off and started to squirm within the binds. This only made Voldemort summon a knife and a candle, for what reasons Lucius did not want to know. Voldemort took the knife and slowly cut a semi-deep line down Lucius' body, from his just chest just below his vocal cords to the top of his naval. Lucius silently gasped and then he began to scream as the Dark Lord began to slash at his chest splattering blood everywhere. After a while Voldemort got tired of mutilating Lucius' chest and lowered his head and tasted some of Lucius' blood. Then he picked up the candle which had been burning faithfully, ocassionally getting a spot of blood here and there, and poured the melted wax over Lucius' fresh wounds. Lucius arched his back silently howling in pain. Voldemort stared at Lucius Malfoy for a while, while he regained his composure. Maybe that's all he's going to do to me... Lucius hoped against hope.
Almost as if reading his mind, Voldemort took each of Lucius' ankles in his hands, and brought them apart as far as they would go, he watched a Lucius closed his eyes tightly, and tried to close his legs. Voldemort then moved his hands down to Lucius' thighs and pushed them back and apart until he could see Malfoy's entrance without having to spread him. Lucius knew that what he didnt want to happen was going to happen anyway, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Lucius heard Voldemort say the spell to give him his voice back. The sick mother fucker wants to hear me scream when he does this to me! Lucius thought angrily. Voldemort didn't lubricate Lucius or himself, and he didn't enter Lucius slowly or anywhere near gentle. Voldemort slammed into Lucius and contiued slamming into him, enjoying the feeling of Lucius' entrance ripping and the blood pouring out of him, and the ear piercing screams coming from him. Lucius screamed until he lost his voice.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Draco Malfoy, or Hemione Granger, or Ron Weasley, or anything in the book. I do own this lovely computer that I'm typing this on...well, its partially mine. *shrugs*
A/n2: Does anyone know how to put the codes in for ffn? its not cooperating with me!!!!
Well on with it!!
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Lucius Malfoy was in his office at the Malfoy manor when he felt the mark on his left forearm burn. He got up still clutching his arm and went over to his bedroom, where his wife Narcissa was sleeping peacefully. He walked over to the wardrobe to get out his black robe and white mask. He turned around to look at his wife once more and noticed she was sitting up looking at him.
"Why is he calling you so late?" Narcissa asked sleepily.
"I do not question the Dark Lord, and neither should you Narcissa." Lucius snapped.
"I do not question him, I just-"
"I do not care what you were just doing," he sneered, "Go back to sleep. It's just a meeting. Something must have come up that was very important for him to call us this time of the evening." and with that Lucius vanished with a 'pop'.
Lord Voldemort was standing in front of the fire place in the Riddle Manor, with Nagini circled up on the rug beside him. He heard Lucius coming up the stairs and he turned and waited for him to enter. Lucius came in got to his knees and crawled over to Voldemort and kissed the hem of his robes and then crawled away. He then got up to make his way to his spot of the circle when Voldemort stopped him.
"Why are you getting in your posistion Lucius? Can't you see it's just you and I here?" Voldemort said with an amused grin on his face, that didn't look right on his face, and sent chills up and down Lucius' spine.
"Yes my Lord, I just thought that I was the first to arrive is all, my Lord." Lucius replied bowing his head slightly.
"Yes, yes, well on with the reason I called you here." Voldemort said, beginning to pace back and forth. "You are one of my most loyal Death Eaters, are you not?"
"Yes my Lord, I am your most loyal."
"You would do anything for me, would you not?"
"Yes my Lord, I would do anything for you."
"Good, good." Voldemort stopped pacing and looked Lucius in the eye, making him flinch and divert his eyes away from him. "Tut, tut, Lucius. You'd think after all the years of service to me, you'd have the guts to look me in the eye. It's fine though. Back to why you were summoned here." he said as he resumed pacing back and forth. "How is your son, Draco?"
Lucius was shocked for a moment, the Dark Lord never cared how someone else was doing. "Draco's fine my Lord. May I ask why?"
Voldemort absorbed his answer and ignored his question. "Good," he said stopping and turning to Lucius, "Do you love your son Lucius?"
Lucius thought this was an dumb question, if he didn't love his son....well if he didn't like his son, he surely would have been turned over to someone else, more money for him, he would've long put Narcissa out, but the bitch let herself get knocked up, he should've known something was up when she wouldn't let him pull out. "Yes, my Lord, I love my son."
"Well this is going to make this a bit more harder for you, and it shows how loyal you really are." Lucius was begining to understand that whatever in hell Voldemort wanted involved Draco.
"My Lord, if I may, what is this about?" Lucius asked hoping he wouldnt get punished.
"You really want to know don't you?" Lucius nodded. "Okay Lucius, Give me your son." Lucius' mouth dropped open.
"E-excuse my Lord?" Lucius stammered.
Voldemort repeated. "Give me your son Lucius."
"But why my Lord? He's my only-"
"Crucio."
Lucius, caught off guard, fell to the ground screaming and writhing. Voldemort walked over to Lucius and stood above him. He watched how Lucius' hair messed when he would grind his head into the floor trying in vain to lessen the pain, how his eyes shut tight, and how his teeth were bared. After about a minute and a half Voldemort lifted the curse. Lucius' breath was ragged and he couldn't see clearly anymore. Then Voldemort spoke again, as he took a step back, as Lucius tried to get up. "Give me your son, Lucius."
"My Lord, my son is at Hogwarts." Lucius said trying to buy himself some more time.
"So go and get him." Voldemort snarled. Damn, Lucius thought.
"I...I.." Lucius tried to think as fast as possible, then he was hit in the face. Voldemort had punched Lucius in the face and left a bruise on the right side of his face.
"You will obey me, Lucius." Voldemort said a pushed Lucius to the ground, ripping off his robes. Oh my god, no....he wouldn't...please god, not this....make him put the Cruciatus Curse on me, but not this. Voldemort continued to strip Lucius of his clothing until he was completly naked. Voldemort then took his wand and pointed at Lucius' throat and said "Silencio." Voldemort then put his hand around Lucius' throat and watched as he turned from pale white, to purple, and he enjoyed watched Lucius' eyes bulge as he tried to get oxygen into his lungs as he felt a bulge in his pants.
Voldemort let go of Lucius' throat and cast a binding spell on Lucius' upper body. He then began to unbuckle his pants. Lucius saw Voldemort taking his pants off and started to squirm within the binds. This only made Voldemort summon a knife and a candle, for what reasons Lucius did not want to know. Voldemort took the knife and slowly cut a semi-deep line down Lucius' body, from his just chest just below his vocal cords to the top of his naval. Lucius silently gasped and then he began to scream as the Dark Lord began to slash at his chest splattering blood everywhere. After a while Voldemort got tired of mutilating Lucius' chest and lowered his head and tasted some of Lucius' blood. Then he picked up the candle which had been burning faithfully, ocassionally getting a spot of blood here and there, and poured the melted wax over Lucius' fresh wounds. Lucius arched his back silently howling in pain. Voldemort stared at Lucius Malfoy for a while, while he regained his composure. Maybe that's all he's going to do to me... Lucius hoped against hope.
Almost as if reading his mind, Voldemort took each of Lucius' ankles in his hands, and brought them apart as far as they would go, he watched a Lucius closed his eyes tightly, and tried to close his legs. Voldemort then moved his hands down to Lucius' thighs and pushed them back and apart until he could see Malfoy's entrance without having to spread him. Lucius knew that what he didnt want to happen was going to happen anyway, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Lucius heard Voldemort say the spell to give him his voice back. The sick mother fucker wants to hear me scream when he does this to me! Lucius thought angrily. Voldemort didn't lubricate Lucius or himself, and he didn't enter Lucius slowly or anywhere near gentle. Voldemort slammed into Lucius and contiued slamming into him, enjoying the feeling of Lucius' entrance ripping and the blood pouring out of him, and the ear piercing screams coming from him. Lucius screamed until he lost his voice.