Disclaimer: Read it in all the previous chapters!

Rating: Ewww GROSS!!!

A/N: Woooo I hit 100 reviews! If only my other story got as much attention since I am adding more slash to it... Ahh well this is a quick update for Grimy Grunhilda Grunt hopefully I got this up before she had to leave.

Chapter 9

Previously:

'The last thing I need right now is to have to deal with an erection. Besides if everything goes to plan I will have my ghost hands dealing with it.' Brushing his fingers through his platinum locks one last time he swaggered into his bedroom only to stop in shock as he saw the almost nude...

"My lord, what are you doing here in Hogwarts? It is very dangerous for you to be here." Draco could barely hold in his disgust. Lord Voldemort stood there clad only in Draco's silkiest robe that happened to be open to the waist. He Who Must Not Be Named was also very obviously naked underneath.

"I want to bed with you Draco." Lord Voldemort slithered his way towards the blonde twisting his way until he was behind Draco. "Drop the boxers Draco. I want to ssee you in your sskin only." Draco was having a hard time keeping his repulsion out of his face. He had heard rumors that Lord Voldemort slept with every Deatheater he recruited.

"D...Don't you think that we should wait for this until I am actually a Deatheater Milord?"

"I do not wissh to wait any longer for you sson of Luciuss. I have wanted you ssince the day your father brought you to me in hopess that I would find you worthy of joining me." Lord Voldemort put a hand on Draco's shoulder and slid it down to the waistband of his dark boxers.

"Now be a good boy and drop them." Shaking slightly Draco put his fingers under the elastic.

'This would be a good time for someone to rush in and save me.' He thought desperately. He bit his lip and slowly let his underwear slip past his hips where it continued its downward journey and pooled itself on his bare feet.

"Ah, ssuch perfection. I have not seen sseen ssuch pale beauty ssince your father sstood before me like thiss." Draco's mind was racing as the Dark Lord's voice swept through him.

'My father? He knew this would happen to me?' Draco could not believe the extent of his father's betrayal. 'He probably thinks this would be the best thing to ever happen to me.'

"Now. Get on your kneess in front of me." Draco gulped as he turned to face the reptilian form in front of him and bent his knees until they found contact with his rug. Lord Voldemort undid the sash that held the flimsy robe closed around his body.

The black silk fell apart revealing something that should never been shown. Lord Voldemort's body was an abomination of the word. Wrinkled slightly green skin hung loose over a rickety bone frame. Scraggly gray hair clung to his chest and around his genitals. His cock was hard but nothing arousing could have been said about it.

Draco closed his eyes but the image was imprinted on his brain. 'I just know I am going to have nightmares about this.'

"Come closser to me my pale darling." Draco scooted a fraction of an inch closer to Voldemort. He was hit by the pungent aroma of flesh that should have died a long time ago.

"Kisss it." Draco could feel it brushing against his cheek. He winced at the thought of actually putting his mouth on it. Using every ounce of self control he forced his head to turn towards the putrid member. As lightly as he could he placed a quick closed mouth kiss on the end of it. To his horror he felt a drop of moisture on his lips.

"Lick it off." Voldemort's voice was harsh as if he was having trouble holding himself where he was. Trying not to grimace Draco flicked his tongue out and took the pre-cum into his mouth. He barely fought down the urge to gag. The stuff was vile.

'If the pre-cum tastes like this I don't want to find out what his semen tastes like.'

"Liked that didn't you little one?" Lord Voldemort pressed the end of his penis to Draco's mouth. "Take it all in." For a second Draco could not bring himself to move. He knew his life depended on him following this madman's orders.

He had been to enough Deatheater meetings to realize that Voldemort did not care how he got what he wanted as long as he got it. Going against every instinct in his body Draco opened his mouth as wide as he could.

He felt Voldemort push his cock to the back of his mouth. He felt hands on the back of his head pushing and pulling at his head in an erratic rhythm.

Draco did not care anymore. There was nothing he could do to fight it. No one had come to save him. He did not want to think of what he would be forced to perform for this maniac later that night.

A/N: I warned you. I was in a pissy mood when I wrote this.