Chapter 17

Enjoy the Silence

The next night, I was called again and I noticed the number of Death Eaters called was only a handful. It was another raid, only this time on a smaller scale than the last. Lucius wanted the woman this time and wanted me to finish off the man first. I should have seen it coming, but I was to blind with the promise of a meal. I hadn't thought of what Lucius was planning until the man exhaled his last breath.

Lucius stripped the covers off the heavily sleeping woman, waking her. She opened her mouth to scream as she tried to rouse her husband. It took her a moment to realize that he was dead, and then she just screamed louder.

Lucius silenced her with a spell and pulled her down toward the foot of her bed by her calves. The friction of the sheets beneath her and her thigh length night dress caused her clothing to bunch up around her waist. Her utilitarian white cotton panties were exposed and she struggled with renewed vigor.

I had watched the scene unfold in a euphoric haze until I watched Lucius slap her hard and tore her panties off. I rushed to find my wand and uttered, "Avada Kedavra."

Lucius turned toward me, his eyes gleaming furiously, "You little bitch. How dare you?"

I leveled my wand to his heart, "I don't believe that rape was on our Lord's agenda this evening."

"She was mine, you had the man. I can do what I please."

"Not with me as your partner. I will not stand by and watch while you rape them."

"You drained the man dry, took his blood against his will. Why is that different?"

"Truthfully, I don't believe it is that much different." I paused wondering what to do from here. "I understand that killing arouses you." I glanced down and his robes weren't doing much to conceal his erection.

"What is your point?"

"That we strike a bargain, a truce, whatever you wish to call it. It will be mutually beneficial."

He looked intrigued, but suspicious, "I'm listening."

"After our duties are fulfilled, with the exception that we have time of course, we seek our gratification with each other."

"Let me get this straight. You are offering that we kill, then we fuck?"

"Exactly. No raping our victims though, but yes that is the bargain I offer."

His face got distinctly shark like, "I accept your proposal."

He walked toward me stealthily, I backed away not sure what his next move would be. With my back pressed against the wall, he lifted the hem of my robes up to my thigh. He shifted his own robes aside and unbuckled his pants allowing them to fall to his ankles. He fisted his erection with his right hand and pulled my exposed thigh to his waist by his left. He rubbed the head of his cock between my slit. The angle wasn't quite right since he was so much taller than I. Using the wall as leverage; he lifted me a few inches higher. His hands supported my backside he penetrated me with a growl.

I was wet and aroused from the kill and his thrusts were unwavering and unrepentant. It was fast and hard and his thrusts were angled just right.

There was no kissing, as we still had our silver masks on, just fucking. I was vaguely aware of a shift of movement in the doorway. Someone stood, watching us as we both climaxed. Lucius leaned against me, panting from the exertion.

"I see you two have been busy." I wasn't sure whether he meant the bodies on the bed a few feet from us, or the fact that we were caught with our pants down. Well, Lucius' pants were down.

"Go away, Rodolphus," Lucius said.

"And who do we have here? Surely not my wife."

Lucius pulled away and pulled his pants up, tucking himself back in. My dress and robes just fell into place when he wasn't leaning against them any longer.

Rodolphus snatched my mask off my face, revealing my identity. He chuckled darkly, "Oh this is to much. You are both is deep shite. Wait till the others hear about this."

"You will tell no one," Lucius demanded.

Ignoring Lucius' demand, Rodolphus continued, "I bet you didn't get permission to fuck her, did you, Lucius? Not that our Lord would grant it. She must be worth it, eh? Is a few rounds of Crucio worth her cunt? If so then I'd like to get a piece too."

"Shut up," I was on him, squeezing his throat painfully. "You will utter this to no one. Do you understand?"

He nodded his head and I slowly backed off. He coughed and said in a raspy voice, "I won't have to say anything. He will already know."

"How?" I asked.

"You've been gone for to long. That was why I was sent after you."

I wasn't sure how angry Voldemort would really be. I had honestly forgotten about the restriction for those moments. If he has offered me up to Lucius before, how bad could it be? I took my mask from Rodolphus' hand and replaced it on my face. I turned and walked out of the house. Both men followed close behind.

Voldemort stood across the small street and he was not impressed. I approached him and knelt, Lucius wisely did the same. The Dark Lord dismissed Rodolphus, leaving us alone with our Master.

"Rise, both of you and follow me," he then disapparated with a pop.

I looked at Lucius, who looked a little pale, "Where do we go?" We both removed our masks and put them in a pocket specially designed to hold them.

"My manor. Tap your mark with your wand." He did as he instructed me and I was left to follow.

When I apparated I could hear Lucius scream. I guess Rodolphus was correct in his assessment. I opened the door and entered the ballroom. Lucius was writhing on the ground with Voldemort circling him, "You presume to much, Lucius."

When the spell ended, Lucius managed to gasp out a feeble, "Forgive me, My Lord."

"This is not your first offense, Lucius. Nor is it your fifth. Crucio."

Lucius screamed again as the curse made his body spasm and by the smell wafting from him, the spasms included his bladder. I felt a twinge of remorse since it was my idea. But above all I felt dread that I was to be next.

Voldemort ended the curse, leaving Lucius in a quivering heap. He shifted burning red eyes toward me. My breath caught in my throat. I had never seen his eyes that color before. His pupils were black and dilated, but the rest of the irises were a flaming red.

"Come here, pet," he ordered.

I walked toward him carefully and knelt to his feet once more. "My Lord," I said softly.

"You would do well to remember that you are mine. You do not have the authority to do as you please." His voice was beginning to rise to an earsplitting pitch. "And above all, you will only spread your legs when I tell you to. Crucio."

I fell to my hands as the curse continued; I closed my eyes to prevent them from popping out of my skull. The fire burning under my skin was unbearable. The blood I had glutted myself on earlier erupted from my stomach. The red fluid splattered across the white marble floor. When he lifted the curse I was left shaking and dry heaving.

"Let this be a lesson to you both," then he was gone.

I crawled backwards in order to collapse on a clean surface.

When I finally had enough strength to move again, an hour had past. I stood shakily and walked to the foyer to apparate home. I left Lucius who was still in the same heap he originally passed out in.

I landed in the Great Room of my ancestral home. What little strength I had, was tapped out after moving from the ballroom to the foyer in Malfoy Manor and then apparating. I only opened my eyes long enough to insure I had apparated to my desired location and to see a small green head with large eyes looking down at me.

When I awoke, I was clean and changed lying in my childhood bedroom. The curtains were shut tightly, but by the light seeping through the edges I knew it was mid to late afternoon. I only didn't know what day it was. My movement must have alerted the house elves because Magpie popped next to my bed.

"How is Mistress? Mistress been sleeping so long."

"How long? What time is it and what day?" My voice was still sore and raspy from vomiting so much. The blood I had ingested and was able to absorb did little good in repairing it.

"Mistress arrived at 3am and has been asleep for almost fourteen hours. It is almost 5pm on the 29th of December."

"Thank you, Mags."

"Does mistress need anything? Magpie can bring Mistress a goblet of warm blood." The family house elves were aware of my condition since I had returned home a few years ago. I wondered if Voldemort would know or care if I had a glass.

"Yes, Mags, that would help." I had heard stories and witnessed how some households treated their house elves. But I was raised to treat them as living beings, although not equal beings. But beings whose greatest desire was to provide us with whatever we needed. My family treated them as valued pets, without the affection of course. But we did appreciate their devoted service and treated them as such.

Magpie disappeared and reappeared in a matter of minutes. She handed me a large goblet filled with blood. I sniffed it to determine what it came from. It smelled close to human, but not quite. It was fresh pig's blood. I could only assume that the pig was freshly slaughtered in order to service me. I drank fast trying to avoid tasting it. A few drops spilled from the corners of my mouth. I brought a hand up to catch the droplets. When the goblet was empty I handed it back to Magpie. She handed me a linen handkerchief to wipe my mouth and hands. Pig's blood was never satisfying and hardly strengthening, but it did give me enough strength to get out of bed. I went into my bathroom and drew a bath to relieve my aching muscles.

Once I got out and dried off, Magpie helped me dress. It took some time since my hands still shook as I buttoned up my blouse and tied my boots. I was still weak but I was strong enough to get back to Hogwarts. I wasn't sure if my absence was noticed yet. And so I should return as soon as possible just in case the Headmaster thought I was either dead or joined Voldemort in truth.

Mags retrieved my traveling cloak, a spare one since my Death Eater robes are what I arrived in. My mask, gloves and freshly laundered Death Eater robes were placed in a small cedar chest. I shrunk down the items in order to put in an inner pocket of my cloak along with my wand.

With all preparations complete for my departure I made my way down a long hall and two flights of stairs to the Great Room. As Magpie waved sadly goodbye to me, I disapparated to the gates of Hogwarts.

With the time zone difference it was a little after five here when I arrived. The sun was bright, but it was colder than when I left the previous evening. The castle was calm and quiet when I entered. I descended the stairs, making my way to Slytherin Common room.

Severus seemed to materialize out of nowhere and grabbed my arm hauling me to his chambers. I went peacefully, knowing I had explaining to do. Once we were ensconced in his chambers and it was safe to speak freely, Severus asked the pertinent question. "Where were you? We have been frantic searching for you. What happened?"

"I was summoned last night. We went on a small scale raid. I was punished for interfering in the woman's fate. When I had the strength to apparate I went home to recover." I did not want to specifically tell him that I fucked Lucius Malfoy last night and that is what we were punished for. I was fairly certain that Lucius would not mention our infraction or his subsequent punishment. Now if he had gotten away with it without punishment, that may have been a different story.

"If you had the strength to apparate, why didn't you come back to Hogwarts?"

"I didn't have the stamina to make the trip from the gates to the castle. So I went directly home to recuperate."

"I see," was all he said. Then he asked, "Why did you interfere?"

"It's bad enough to kill people, but to make them endure rape before killing them is torture."

"And you drain their blood while the person struggles is different, how?"

"That's the exact thing Lucius said." Severus cringed minutely. He hated to be compared to Lucius to any degree.

"And your answer?"

"I guess it's not much different. It's faster maybe. I really don't know, but I couldn't watch, not after the same happened to me."

Severus was silent for a while. He went over and sat on his black leather couch. I wasn't sure if I was here as an associate, a student, a previous lover or an enemy. He often had the habit of switching his attitude of what my role was to him. I had to admit, it kept our conversations interesting. Infuriating mostly, but nevertheless interesting.

I decided to take a chance and take advantage of our current limbo. I went and settled myself next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. We sat in stillness both afraid to shatter the moment. The fire burned brightly in the fireplace. I noticed he had an antique sword hanging on a rack above the marble mantle. I wondered what the story was behind such a weapon, but I was afraid to ask. I didn't want to disturb our comfortable silence. Just leaning against him was comforting. He was the only person in this world who knew what I felt. He was the only one who could ever understand me and accept me completely. But just because he could did not mean he would. Our darker sides seemed to feed off each other. Our insecurities were so similar that it was almost as if we could read each other like an open book.

I was so warm and it was so quiet that I had fallen asleep. I dreamed of a future without war, with peace and companionship. It had been so long since I had any kind of dream that wasn't a nightmare that I did not ever want to wake.

When I reluctantly returned to consciousness I was alone. I was laying on Severus' couch with a chenille blanket thrown over me. I wondered where Severus was. Since I was the only Slytherin to stay for the holidays, he shouldn't have a heavy workload. I got up and folded the blanket. Then I searched his chambers to find them empty.

By the clock in the living area, it was after midnight. I decided that I didn't want to be here when he returned from wherever he went. I was sure that the next time we encountered each other, he would be a prick once more. He would feel like his solitude was intruded upon and he would lash out at the person he thought responsible for that intrusion.

So I left and returned to my cold lonely bed to sleep some more.

The next day was New Years Eve and after lunch, Harry approached me on my way outside.

"Mercy," he caught my attention. "Where've you been? I haven't seen you for a few days."

"Hey, Harry. I went home for a bit. I had to take care of a few things."

"Oh," he sounded relieved. "I thought you were avoiding me because of the other day." That is interesting. He thought I disappeared because we kissed a few days ago.

"No, it wasn't because of that." I smiled at him to relive the look of speculation from his eyes.

"What are you doing tonight? Since it's New Years Eve and all."

"I don't have plans. Did you want to do something?"

"Yeah. I think I have an idea. How about we fly a bit then we'll do something after dinner."

"That sounds like a good plan to me."

After dinner we both went to change into our pajamas and throw our school robes over them. I wore crimson satin pajama button top and matching shorts. I added a pair of thick white ankle socks to keep my feet warm on the trip to wherever we were going.

Harry said to get comfortable clothing and we would be staying within the castle so shoes were optional. I met him at the portrait of a well endowed lady in a pink dress. He came out with his Hogwarts robe covering whatever he had chosen to wear as well. I could make out black socks covering his feet.

He led me to another floor in which I hadn't ventured before. He walked back and forth a few times down the same stretch of hallway. I thought he was lost until a door appeared. His hand grasped my wrist and he led me into the magical room. There was a standard Hogwarts fireplace and large fluffy cushions scattered in front with plush carpeting under foot. The room was of an average size. The atmosphere was warm and inviting.

Harry hung his robe on a nearby coat rack and I followed his lead. He wore conservative pajamas. They were white cotton with snitches printed all over them. His eyes traveled from my face down to my bare legs to my socked toes and back again.

"For a Slytherin you wear an awful lot of red."

"And black. Both are my favorite colors. That won't change for what House colors I've been associated with this year."

"It's nice. I'm not complaining, just complimenting."

"I'm not offended, Harry."

"Oh, right. How about we go get comfy?" He led me to the cushions and he slumped down onto one and I followed suit.

He was surprised by my knowledge of muggle pop culture and we discussed movies and music for what seemed like hours. A clock chimed the hour of midnight and we were startled out of our conversation.

He leaned in to me whispering, "It's tradition." Then he kissed me. He leaned further over after I opened my lips to taste his tongue, pressing me into my cushion. With one arm supporting his weight on his elbow his other hand touched my hair.

I held on to his shoulders as our kiss deepened. He shifted his body closer to mine, the front of him aligned with my side. He tried to keep his body as still as possible, trying to not draw attention to what I was sure was his happy prick.

I stroked his back as we tasted each other. His mouth left mine and he kissed and suckled the side of my neck. A small whimper escaped my lips before I could contain it.

He took that as an encouraging sign and he moved his hand to my bare thigh. His rough hands caressed down as far as my knee. Then he stroked up under my pajama shorts. His movements were tentative and I could tell that he was debating on whether he could take this further. I wasn't going to protest, but I wasn't going to coerce him either.

The finger tips reached as far as my bare hip and down again. He stopped kissing my neck to look in my heavy eyes for a brief moment before his lips played over mine once more. He moved his hand in what he thought was daring by cupping my breast over my shirt. His thumb brushed over my hardened nipple. I reached for his backside and squeezed. His hips automatically shifted forward pressing his erection into me. I felt the heat suffuse his face in an embarrassed flush but he didn't stop kissing me and he didn't move away.

I took his hand from my breast and he made to pull away, taking my movement as a sign of rejection. I shook my head and watched as comprehension dawned as I unbuttoned my top, exposing the promise of naked flesh beneath.

He momentarily forgot about my mouth as he lifted one side of my shirt letting it fall to the side. He did the same to the other side. His hands came up to flick and pinch my nipples. I had wondered if he was a virgin by his innocent responses. I couldn't be sure unless I asked and I didn't want to ask right now.

He moved down so he could run his tongue over my flesh. I wriggled a bit because it tickled. He smiled a disarming smile up at me from my naked navel. He ran his tongue up a straight line from my navel up to the hollow of my throat. I arched my neck to give him better access.

In a display of strength I rolled us over so that I had the power position. I casually unbuttoned his shirt roaming my hands over his supple flesh. The line of dark hair from his navel downward tempted me. But I refrained; instead I suckled one nipple while pinching the other.

A breath hissed inward was his reaction. I knew in this moment that the decision was mine on whether to take this further. If I untied his bottoms then mine would come off shortly after.

I straddled his hips grinding our clothed aching parts against each other. I knew that my shorts were soaked through beginning to leave a wet patch on the outside of his pants. I stilled and bent over to kiss his mouth. His hands grasped my hips pulling me to him harder as he ground into me from below.

Our breaths were coming in anticipatory pants. His hands moved below my waistband down to my backside, groping. I shifted downward and reached down the trail of hair, the head of his cock was dark red and weeping for attention, just below his waistband. I swiped the liquid with my thumb and he groaned. His cock twitched and pulsed, begging for release, but the owner of said body part did not. He was being unbelievably patient, letting me decide where to go from here.

The clock struck once, signifying that our foreplay had lasted an hour already. It signified also that it was time to make a decision. I pulled his pants down freeing his prick to bob hopefully in front of him. He looked surprised for a moment, knowing silently that when one is naked that the other soon follows.

I ran my tongue from the center of his sack up to the sensitive ridge of his glands.

He, as well as most wizards, was not circumcised, leaving a bit of extra flesh that induces the most wonderful friction when inside a woman. He was average length and width. It was nothing to be disappointed in, but average. After all the hype about the 'Boy Who Lived' versus Voldemort, one would expect his masculinity to be on an equal scale of his reputation. But alas, it wasn't so.

It made me wonder if Tom Riddle was born endowed to that extent or was he magically altered in some way.

I thought this as I carefully sucked him. I really wasn't sure how experienced he was and I didn't want to chance it being over before it began. I released him and stood to pull my shorts off. I straddled him once more grinding again only this time clothes were not an obstacle.

I positioned him at my entrance and slowly lowered myself. I would treat him as close to a virginal experience as I could. If at some point he decided to take over and thereby showing a certain level of carnal knowledge, so be it.

Slowly I rocked and he moaned. He tried to shift or pump his hips to increase that friction but I wouldn't allow it.

Finally after his pleading eyes saying what his mouth wouldn't. I moved faster increasing our pleasure. My movement have him freer access to pump more from below. Still holding my hips, his grip tightened and with a groan stuck in the back of his throat he pumped short frantic pumps, ejaculating.

He laid; his muscles were limp from release. The experience was nice, but left me unsatisfied. I was so concerned that he would come prematurely and took it to slow. I was unable to abandon control long enough to climax.

He wore a sedated grin on his face and my smile was an echo of his. I didn't want him to feel bad or inadequate so I toppled next to him to lie in his afterglow.

The first order of business I planned was to dress and go to bed and finger myself to release. It wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as the real thing, but sometimes and orgasm is an orgasm.

Maybe I could find something to transfigure into a replica of the size I preferred. Maybe Severus would be willing to model for me so I could get his proportions just right. Somehow I doubted it.

I lightly kissed Harry goodbye, dressed and left. On my way down to the dungeons I wondered if the Dark Lord would somehow know of this latest infraction. If so, I would surely be punished severely. If that were the case, it definitely wasn't worth it. I'd have to think hard before I considered doing it again with Harry. Maybe it was Harry's first, maybe it had been awhile since he's had sex. I don't know.

Yep, I screwed the Great Harry Potter and it wasn't so great. Oh well, to bad muggle vibrators don't work in Hogwarts. Believe me, I've tried. Any vibration charm on them will either go Mach 4 or it sputters. Not what I consider a good thing.

The Hogwarts Express arrived two days later. The castle was full of children once more. And my dormitory, which I had grown used to the quiet, was full again.

Pansy's bragging about her stay at Malfoy Manor was annoying. Millicent, Daphne, and Tracey all just rolled their eyes. I'm sure they heard enough of her babbling on the long train ride.

It was with precision that I waved my hand in front of her face from a few feet away and silenced her. Her mouth was still moving and she could hear herself and others around her, but we had the pleasure of blessed silence. I placed an orb of gray mist in a small box and warded it.

The girls start laughing and Pansy just thought that they were reacting to something she had said. Soon it was curfew and we all went to bed since classes resumed the next morning.

We woke up the next morning and went to class. Any who noticed Pansy's silence and the fact that she was still moving her mouth, didn't report a problem.

Pansy only associated with Slytherins so no other Houses would notice her dilemma. Most Slytherins would just nod and smile at her when she start gesturing loudly. The boys just snickered behind her back.

I was actually surprised that Draco hadn't either noticed or seemed to care enough to put a stop to it.

Two more days went by and everyone went about their usual routine. That second day during Potions, Professor Snape called on Pansy to answer a question. She doesn't answer any other professors since they seem biased in their points awarding. Whereas Professor Snape was by far more biased in every aspect, only it worked in Slytherin's favor.

"Miss Parkinson, do I look like a mime?" he asked. He kind of did if you thought about it.

Pansy opened her mouth to reply that, 'No, sir, you don't look like a mime.' I could tell what she was saying because I could read her lips. She obviously thought it was an odd question to ask.

"Can anyone tell me what Miss Parkinson's problem seems to be?"

I raised my hand quickly.

"Yes, Miss Xavier?"

"She is pug faced," I said with conviction.

"Miss Xavier," he said warningly.

"She is flat chested," I said with the same conviction.

The entire class choked on their laughter when Snape glared and all of us. "Miss Xavier, for the last time, what is wrong with Miss Parkinson?"

"Her dark roots are showing? Oh, I got it! She's a who…" Professor Snape pulled out his wand and had it pointed at my mouth.

"Do not complete that sentence. Class dismissed. Everybody out. Except you, Miss Xavier."

I wasn't certain that anyone would have confessed my part in hexing Pansy. What I was certain about was that Snape would automatically conclude that it was indeed, me. He is a very smart man. I knew drawing attention directly to me was not a way to act innocent. But I also knew it would inevitably come back to me in the long run. Professor Snape would just be that much more infuriated. And most of all I couldn't resist the impulse to answer his questions.

While everyone packed and departed, Snape still stood in front of my lab table looking angrily down at me. At least his wand wasn't pointing at me anymore.

Once we were alone Snape closed and warded the classroom door. I didn't flinch and I hadn't looked away. I wasn't angry either. This was far to amusing to be angry about.

"Now, Miss Xavier. I will ask once again. Why is Miss Parkinson missing her voice?"

"Really?" I said like it was the first time I heard of such a thing. "So that's why it's been so peaceful. You know I was wondering what…"

"Mercedes," he said. His warning tones making his voice so much sexier, it gave me chills. And he knew it by his telltale smirk

"I must give you credit. Most would have just silenced her, but she would have been alerted immediately. When exactly did you steal her voice box?"

"The night she returned from holiday vacation."

"Three days ago?"

"Yeah."

"Five points from Slytherin for hexing a classmate. Twenty points per day that you didn't get caught. And your classmates, fearing you enough, did not tell. That's sixty points awarded to Slytherin. Ten points from Slytherin for using a Dark Spell on Hogwarts grounds. Five points to Slytherin for using a spell just gray enough to not alert the staff."

"And now?"

"Now you go retrieve the orb and give Miss Parkinson's voice back."

"Yes, sir."

"One more thing, what you were about to slander Miss Parkinson with. That term accusing anyone should not come from your mouth. A bit of the pot calling the cauldron black, don't you agree?"

"Just a bit, maybe."

"You are dismissed."

"Yes sir."

"Mercedes, replace Miss Parkinson's voice immediately. Not later, not tomorrow, but now."

"If I have to." I sighed. That turned out better than I feared. The only downside as far as I could tell was that Pansy would soon be able to speak and be heard once more.

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