A/N - Chapter contains some adult stuff and some possibly disturbing stuff.
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Chapter 58
The high the demon had been feeling began to ebb as the house elf led him back to the room. It kept glancing back at him, and it reeked of terror, though it led him diligently back to Delse's room as it was told to without question. He had just begun to feel something he never had before... accepted. It was probably best that the little creature was there to remind him of who and what he was.
With Harry out cold, he was able to control the body much better. Alcohol didn't have nearly the effect on demons, in or out of hosts. Still, he found himself stumbling slightly a time or too. It irritated him to no end when the simple change in his pace made the house elf squeak and skitter away from him. It quickly let him catch up and pretended it hadn't panicked once it saw he wasn't grabbing for it or anything of course. He was almost tempted to take a swipe at it just for the Hell of it, but somehow he didn't think Delse would appreciate it, so he squelched the impulse.
When they reached the room, the house elf stood to the side of the door, awaiting any further requests or orders. He just stood there, staring down at it. After a moment, the elf looked up, visibly trembling with fear.
"So..." He said conversationally, "What did you do to draw this duty?"
"Sir?" The house elf asked uncertainly, it's eyes surreptitiously darting around to make sure it had plenty of open escape routes.
He leaned against the doorway, the movement making it start slightly. "Did you fuck something up in the kitchen? Do a substandard job dusting? Miss a spot when waxing the woodwork or something stupid like that? Or did you just draw the short straw? I'm just curious."
"I... I is not knowing what you is meaning sir..." The elf said, its trembling increasing under his scrutiny, its big ears pressed down so close to its skull that it almost looked like an odd little bald human, its already huge eyes open so wide they looked as if they might spring out at any moment.
"Just wondering how you got stuck with demon duty. Must suck to be you, eh?" He said with a little smirk.
The house elf's eyes were darting around, and it looked near panic.
He sighed deeply, rolling his eyes, "Scram before you piss yourself." He growled, pushing the door open. It was down the long corridor and well around the corner before the door even shut behind him.
He grumbled to himself, popping off a few buttons in irritation as he started getting undressed. Harry had taken a quick shower after the Quidditch match, but he felt like taking a nice long hot shower anyway. He glanced over at the bed as he passed through the bedroom. He paused, letting his eyes trail over Delse's sleeping form. The fire had been well stocked, so she only had a thin blanket on. If she was wearing anything under it, it wasn't much.
He quickly stifled the groan of longing that tried to escape him. He pulled his eyes off of her and quickly made his way into the bathroom. Once inside, he dropped the rest of his clothing carelessly on the floor. He hoped they would make that sniveling house elf clean the room. He grumbled to himself. What had he ever done to the elf? Any of them for that matter? He'd never even so much as glared at one. They certainly didn't act nearly so bad when Harry was in charge of the body. It was like they could sense him.
He carefully placed the striated crystal necklace on the counter, then turned the water on, turning up the heat until it steamed nicely. He stepped in under the jet of water and groaned happily as the heat began soaking in. His master's strict rules didn't allow for many pleasures when he was in control of the body (the game that night being a notable exception of course), but a nice hot shower was certainly near the top of the very short list afforded him.
In demon form he couldn't stand water, the mere sight of it making him cringe. From what he'd seen of the other demons the Malfoys had once kept, it appeared to be a common phobia. Of course that might just have been the Malfoy demons. The Malfoys had learned early on about demons' tendency to sink in water, and would occasionally use this knowledge as punishment. They had certainly used the method on him. Five times he'd only narrowly escaped a cold, watery death at their hands. It was possible they might have eventually fished him back out after he lost consciousness if he hadn't been able to escape... but then again, they were Malfoys. They might have seen it as an indication he was weak and let him die.
Despite that, when he was in a host he seemed to be almost drawn to water. Perhaps it was one of those human instincts he didn't understand... or possibly just the knowledge that in his human host, his true form was insubstantial and the human flesh was buoyant. He had even become a rather good swimmer over time (but only when in human form of course).
He put his head directly under the rushing water, tilting it down slightly so he could breath, just enjoying the feel of the water coursing over him. He sighed as the pounding of the water began washing away the bad mood that had settled in him. He remembered the game and smiled.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his back. Instinct instantly took over and he jerked away with a cry of fear, spinning and almost winding himself his back hit the cold tile behind him so hard, his head ducking down as his arms sprang up to guard it. When no attack came, he cautiously lowered his arms, quickly slapping the wet hair out of his eyes.
Delse stood there, looking shocked by his reaction. "I'm sorry..." She said quickly, "I didn't mean to startle you!"
He gasped for breath, wiping the water off his face, his cheeks burning as he studiously kept his eyes off her. "I'm fine." He muttered, moving over, staying close to the wall and reaching for the sliding glass door, "It's all yours."
"Harry, wait! I said I was sorry..." She said, slipping her arms around him from behind and hugging him, kissing his shoulder lovingly.
He let out an aching breath as he felt her warm bare skin pressed up against him. It would be so easy to stay quiet and just let her do whatever she would have with Harry... so very easy... He flinched at the sudden, splintery pain that blossomed in his chest at the mere thought. "Stop!" He gasped.
She released him, leaning around to try to see his face. "What's the matter?" She asked, her concern growing.
"Not... allowed..." He gasped, then started breathing a bit freer as the pain in his chest eased.
She pulled back some, "Demon?"
He nodded his head in chagrin.
"But why are you there? Where's Harry?" She asked worriedly.
"Passed out cold." He muttered a bit irritably. If Harry was awake they could have been snogging her by now... a few more minutes and he could have had her on the bed, slaking the lust that her mere presence ignited within him on that beautiful body. It wouldn't have been quite the same as doing it himself, but it would have been something. He mentally nudged Harry's unconscious soul, but there was no waking it. He'd very nearly polished off an entire bottle of fire whiskey all on his own, and he was a bit of a lightweight to begin with. If he hadn't had the demon in him, he probably wouldn't have made it past a quarter bottle.
"Oh..." She said softly.
The look of disappointment in her eyes made him look away again, staring studiously at the frosted glass of the door.
She was looking at him, "I guess I've just gotten used to your eyes glowing when it's... um.. you." She said a bit uneasily.
He sighed and his eyes began to glow. "Feel better now? They don't have to glow. I just make them glow when I want people to know it's me. Well, that and they get that way on their own sometimes."
"You didn't want me to know?"
He gave a little snort. "If you haven't figured it out already, I wasn't exactly expecting you to hop in the shower with me!"
She blushed, embarrassed. "Sorry... I just... I mean I woke up when you were going into the bathroom... and after that Quidditch match, a nice hot shower sounded pretty tempting. I've already started stiffening up a bit, and I didn't think you... I mean Harry... would mind the company."
He glanced over at her hesitantly, carefully keeping his eyes up on her face, "Are you hurt?"
"No... I just overexerted myself a bit. I'll just have Harry or one of the House elves put healing ointment on me in the morning." She said, rubbing her shoulder.
"Just call an elf now." He said, furrowing his brow. "No reason for you to suffer until morning."
She sighed, standing under the hot water. "I hate waking them. Even house elves have to sleep sometime."
He rolled his eyes. "I can think of one off hand that I could recommend for a little extra duty." He grumbled.
She looked over at him, surprised at the open irritation in his voice. "Which one?"
"The little rat that led me back tonight. He didn't bother to tell me his name."
"Did he do something to upset you?"
He sighed, "Just forget I said anything. I suppose I can't blame it for being terrified. I'm a bloody demon after all." he said, forcing the words distastefully off his tongue.
"I would think you would be used to people quivering in terror in your presence by now." She said with a little smile.
He sighed, leaning against the cold tile wall, facing studiously away from her once again, "I should be. I just... for a time tonight I almost forgot that I'm supposed to be loathed by all that meet me." He replied bitterly, sliding the door open and slipping out, leaving her alone in the shower.
She remained in the shower for a while, soaking up the soothing heat and thinking over the odd conversation they had been having. The demon almost seemed... depressed. But demon's weren't supposed to get depressed, were they? Well, it wasn't as if she'd met many.
When she finally got reluctantly out of the shower she quickly dried herself off as the chill of the cold stone began permeating her, then slipped back into the sheer nighty she'd been wearing. She mentally braced herself, wondering if the demon would be waiting in her bed.
Much to her surprise, the bedroom was empty when she reentered it. She looked around curiously, and noted that the spare quilt was missing from the foot of the bed. She went over to the doorway, looking out into her 'common room'. A fire had been lit in that fireplace as well, and it was now burning brightly enough to cast wildly dancing shadows around the room. The large couch had been moved around, and was now facing the fireplace.
She approached it quietly, peeking over the back. He was laying there, curled up under the quilt with his eyes closed. She watched him for a moment, trying to discern if he was really asleep or not.
He let out a belabored sigh. "If you want me out of the suite entirely, just say the word." he said sullenly, "I'm sure there are plenty of couches around where I won't bother anyone."
She straightened, blushing a bit at having been caught staring. "No... that's ok. I was just... um... seeing if you were comfortable..."
"Wonderfully." He said in a dull, emotionless voice. "I left his wand in his bag beside the bed. I won't be insulted if you lock the bedroom door."
She sighed, then moved around to the side of the couch. He drew away, shifting up into a sitting position on the opposite end of the couch as she sat down, looking at him. He eyed her warily, wondering what she was up to.
He saw her eyes glance down, noting the bit of bare chest showing where the quilt had shifted off him some. "Don't worry. I'm wearing pants. It just bugs me the way shirts rub on his scars. He seems used to it by now, but I still find it irritating."
"Sorry I couldn't get more of them. I'm sure most of them will fade with time."
He just shrugged, "Doesn't matter. He doesn't seem to care."
"You know... I don't even know your name." She said, looking over at him curiously. She hadn't talked directly to the demon without Harry there since he returned Harry's soul to the body.
He eyed her for a long moment before replying, "I can't say I haven't been tempted to tell you, but it's going to take a bit more than simple temptation to get that out of me." He said softly.
She looked puzzled, then her eyes brightened, "You're like the gargoyles!"
He gave a snort. "I'm nothing like the gargoyles." He muttered.
She smiled. "I meant that your name holds power over you, just as theirs do over them."
He shifted a bit uneasily. "Yes..." He admitted.
"Does Draco know it?"
He gave another rueful snort. "Not bloody likely!" He shifted down against the back of the couch, pulling the quilt up to cover himself more completely. "No one knows my name. Our true name is the only thing we are allowed to deny our masters without suffering the consequences. It has never left my lips, no matter what lips those may have been." He said with a little smirk.
"Who gave it to you?" She asked, leaning her head against the back of the couch. "I didn't think demons had parents."
"I named myself." He said shortly. He took a deep breath and sighed it out as she continued staring at him intently, obviously waiting for more information. "Demons choose their own names once they are old enough to have a good feel for who they are. One foolish enough to give it away early on doesn't make it to be nearly as old as I am."
"Why would telling someone your name shorten your life span?"
"Someone who knows our true name can ask anything of us. If they told us to cease to be... we would."
Her eyes widened. "They could kill you with a simple command?" She asked, shocked.
He nodded, "Thus why we are not eager to share the information."
"But then why would any of you share your names with anyone? I mean why would you even come up with a name in the first place knowing what it could do if anyone ever got ahold of it?"
He shifted around a bit, definitely uneasy now. "It's not an option. It's in our nature to create one. We can't just not have a name! It's a counterbalance in a way... we don't get our full powers without creating our greatest weakness. Probably some bloody wizard's idea of a built in safeguard that somehow got ingrained in the whole species over time. Maybe it's part of the conjuring process that brings us into being." He said with a little shrug. "Can we stop talking about this now? It's not exactly my favorite subject."
She flashed him a little smile. "Sorry. I just kind of... wanted to get to know you a bit better. You're a part of Harry now after all, and not a part he talks about openly on his own."
"With reason." He muttered darkly.
She furrowed her brow, staring at him for a moment. "What's bothering you?"
"He's still planning on leaving you at the end of the holiday. You know that, right?" He said softly.
There was a little flash of pain in her eyes, but she quickly looked away to hide it. "Yes, well that's what we agreed to, isn't it?" She said offhandedly.
He rolled his eyes. "I don't understand why he's being so hard headed about this. Why should my presence fuck up both of your lives?"
She looked over at him, surprised. "What do you mean? We'll both be fine."
He folded his arms across his chest under the quilt. "He won't be... and I'll wager you won't either."
"Oh honestly! We've only been together for all of a few days! It's not like we're married!" She said, rolling her eyes.
"Mmhmm. Ok. Whatever you say." He said in a tone that made it obvious he didn't believe a word of it.
She sighed irritably and shifted some, then winced, trying to cover her discomfort.
"Ask me for help." He said in exasperation.
She looked over at him, surprised, "What?"
"You're obviously in pain, but I can't lay a finger on you without your asking me to."
"Like what kind of help...?" She asked warily.
He rolled his eyes. "Contrary to popular belief, I didn't spent all my time with the Malfoys slaughtering innocent people at their whim and shagging. A number of them used me not unlike a house elf. I tended to their every need, which included their comfort. I can get rid of those aches and pains if you'll let me."
She eyed him for a moment, but if he was trying something dodgy, there was no trace of it in his expression. "Ok..." She said guardedly, "You can touch me, but for medicinal purposes only!"
"That's all I ask." He said, smiling and sloughing off the quilt. "Lay down on your stomach."
It made her a bit nervous having her back to him, but she complied. He shouldn't be able to try anything, of that she was sure... but when he was in close proximity she still couldn't quite banish her uneasiness. She tried hard not to tense as he straddled her. She took a deep breath, reminding herself that it was normal. How was he supposed to work on her evenly if he was sitting to one side after all? She'd taught Blaise to do the very same thing.
He chuckled softly as her muscles instinctively tensed when he placed his hands on her. Then he started gently massaging her neck. She relaxed a little. It felt pretty good... but it was no more than she would expect from a human. She didn't expect a lot to come of it, since he wasn't even using oil, but it was better than nothing. Her eyes started to drift closed, then sprang wide as she felt something cool penetrate her skin. She let out a gasp as a tingle shot down her spine. She could feel the muscles in her neck loosen and relax almost immediately. The coolness was gone again as quickly as it had come and he massaged the neck for another moment before moving down to her shoulders.
He continued that way down the entire backside of her body, massaging and sending little pinpricks of coolness into her muscles, almost like some kind of demonic acupuncture. By the time he finished her back, she felt like she was floating. She was so loose and relaxed that he had to help her turn over. He started at her feet, working his way methodically up her body.
She gazed down at him while he worked. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were burning brighter than the fire that warmed them. Still, his hands never lingered or strayed in the slightest. It looked as if he'd done this a thousand times before. Of course he very well could have.
He worked his way up, finishing up by gingerly massaging her face and scalp. She shivered, a moan of pleasure escaping her as the tingling coolness washed away the last hint of tension in her body. As his hands pulled away, they trailed over her neck. Slowly she realized that there was something hot and firm pressed up against her in a very intimate way. She glanced down and saw that she had somehow managed to shifted her legs up to either side of him, and he had now shifted down, resting on his elbows, his hips 'accidentally' pressing against her. She looked up at him. He gazing down at her with those burning eyes, looking caught in an internal struggle. As frightened as she'd been by the thought of the demon so much as touching her before, she found that she was surprisingly unopposed to the idea now. She knew he might try something at any moment, but at this point she really had no inclination to object.
She closed her eyes as he leaned his head down, capturing her lips in a surprisingly tender kiss. He quickly deepened it, his body settling down on top of hers. His tongue delved eagerly into her mouth as his hands began touching her in an entirely unprofessional way. He broke the kiss with a pained gasp, but then began kissing her again, his hands quickly slipping under her sheer nighty as he ground himself up against her. He shuddered, another pained sound escaping him, but refused to desist. She felt something cool brush her hips and then a slight yank and her knickers were suddenly gone. Her eyes sprang open as she felt tears dripping onto her cheeks. His eyes were clenched tightly shut now.
His body gave an involuntary jerk as he cried out in pain. But he slipped his arms around her, holding onto her possessively, tears of pain coursing from his eyes. Another hard shudder went through him and he finally released her, dragging himself off of her and tossing himself to the hard stone floor, where he thrashed in obvious agony, a shriek of pain escaping his throat.
She sat up, looking down at him in horror, not sure what she should do. "What's the matter?" she asked, reaching for him.
He let out a cry and scrambled away from her, dragging himself quickly to the nearest corner of the room. He dug his shadowy talons into one of the large, overstuffed chairs and yanked it over. It slammed into place, blocking off the corner.
She sat up, staring at the corner in shock. She could still hear his soft keens and sobs of pain. She approached the corner cautiously, then knelt down in front of the chair, lifting the throw that covered it and peering under. All she could see was the red glow of his eyes as he huddled down in the deep shadows the chair created. He looked to be laying on his side, rocking slightly.
"What happened? Are you alright?" She asked worriedly.
"Not... allowed..." He said in a soft, bitter voice heavily ladened with pain.
Her eyes went wide. "That hurt you?"
"You think... we follow orders... because we want to?" He asked in gasps, obviously still in a great deal of pain.
She sat up and looked over as the door burst open. Arthur Weasley was standing in the doorway, looking around worriedly. From the hastily donned robe and slightly disheveled appearance, he had obviously just awoken. He saw her on the floor and quickly started towards her. "What's happened? I heard..." He stopped, noting the gouges the demon's talons had left in the stone floor leading towards the corner. It was obvious he immediately made the connection. "Did it try to hurt you?" he asked, looking her over with concern.
"No... he just... he kissed me... but he's not allowed to... the demon that is... Harry's passed out from the party." She tactfully left off the part about him having been laying on top of her at the time.
Arthur got down on the floor, peering under the chair. The demon was trying to be silent, but it still didn't have itself completely under control.
"Good lord... are you crying?" Arthur asked softly.
"NO!" it snapped angrily, "Demons don't cry!"
"I see." He said, letting it go without contradiction. It was obvious the creature's dignity had been badly bruised. He glanced over at Delse.
She just sighed and got up, going over to the couch. She spotted her knickers laying on the cushion, both sides neatly cut. She quickly stuffed them between the cushions, making very sure her short nighty stayed in place.
Arthur was watching the glowing eyes again. They seemed oddly dim. Despite it's currently rather surly disposition, he couldn't help but feel sorry for it. Having raised so many children, he felt obliged to make some attempt to make it feel better. He decided perhaps small talk would help. "You know... Harry has a tendency to hide in corners when he's upset as well..." He said with a little smile.
"Gee, wonder where he got that!" the demon replied sarcastically.
Arthur blinked. It hadn't even occurred to him that Harry's behavior might have been a residual effect of his extended exposure to the demon.
"Harry's just fine." It growled, "So shove off!"
"What's going on?"
They looked over. Ron and Blaise were at the door. They were both obviously still quite liquored up, Ron helping Blaise keep upright, but Blaise's strangely half-turned eyes were fixed on the corner.
"What happened to him?" Blaise asked in concern.
"Apparently, he tried to disobey." Arthur replied grimly.
"Must we inform the world?" The demon growled in exasperation from the corner.
"Perhaps we should let him be." Arthur said, rising.
Blaise let go of Ron and made his way a bit unsteadily across the floor. He knelt down on the floor and negligently shoved the heavy chair away as if it weighed nothing. The demon was curled up in the fetal position, flinching away and tucking his head down to hide his face with his arms as the dim light of the room hit him. "I'm fine. Go away." He growled, his voice muffled.
"You lit up like bloody fireworks!" Blaise said, looking at him sadly, "Saw you all the way from my room down the hall. You can't tell me that didn't do damage... I mean look at you..." He said, reaching over and stroking his hand down his back. He could feel the demon trembling slightly.
It was obvious Blaise was seeing something beyond what the others were able to, because on the surface, he looked just fine. Well, other than the scars of course. Arthur stood there silently, but his eyes were fixed on the numerous scars that remained on Harry's back and arms.
Blaise settled down, reaching over and pulling the demon up into his lap, cradling him like a small child, stroking his hair. "You poor thing..." He said softly.
The demon lowered his arm a bit, peering over it at him, his red rimmed eyes looking a bit confused at Blaise's demeanor.
"We need to get you away from this cold floor and where it's warm before you catch your death." He said sternly, but with a smirk. He shifted up a bit, then thought better of it. "Ron... perhaps you should do the honors?" He said with a giggle.
Ron straightened from where he'd been slumping against the wall, but his father reached over, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. "I think perhaps I should 'do the honors', and I think you two need to sleep it off."
Blaise laughed, "I wish I could sleep it off. Haven't slept a wink since I go that bloody jumped up counter curse... well except for a bit earlier when I passed out, but I hardly think that counts." He said, lifting Harry's body up to where Mr. Weasley could get ahold of him without stooping too much. The demon just lay limply in his arms.
"Put him on the bed." Delse said, rising.
He looked at her in surprise. "Your bed?"
"Yes, my bed. It's the only one around, and that couch is hardly comfortable. Besides, it doesn't appear as if he's planning on trying anything else tonight."
Arthur sighed, but took him in, laying him gingerly on the bed. Then he stepped back as Blaise came over, sitting on the bed. The demon didn't even seem to have the strength to settle onto the bed properly. Blaise arranged him on the bed as Arthur stared in silence as the scars on Harry's chest that he hadn't been able to see before.
Blaise grinned down at the demon. "Comfy? I'd take you to my bed, but I think Harry would have something to say about it in the morning if I ended up shagging you, which I just might. I know I'm not supposed to shag anyone else right now because of this whole bloody Re'em rubbish, but right now I'm just drunk enough not to give a shite." He said with a little giggle. "That's why I'm staying out of my bedroom tonight. Poor Pansy's sleeping alone. I'd let her have a go at you, because Merlin knows she could use a good shag, but I think then my mum would have something to say on the matter..." He said with another giggle.
The demon furrowed his brow. "Not that I want to, but... you'd let me have a go at Pansy?" He asked incredulously, "But she's pregnant! Wouldn't you be afraid I'd hurt her?"
Blaise chuckled. "I think we picked up a bit more about you than you realize from those memories. Tell you what... you ever get out of Potter and manage to get yourself your own body, come around to see us. We'll give you a few new memories..." He said with a grin. He leaned forward, lowering his voice, "But then I know why you don't want a go at Pansy... and why you'll probably never show up on our doorstep... I saw the look on your face and the flash in your essence when Bill asked you to share certain memories... I find your little crush rather cute actually..." He shifted up, letting his voice return to normal, blithely ignoring the demon's shocked and indignant look, "But you have really got to be careful, you know. You have bits of Draco because he's your master... I can see it in your essence... and it shows up in your personality... like Draco's possessiveness... but bits of Harry are starting to bleed over into you as well... and you seem to be acquiring some of his 'qualities'... like stubbornness... impulsiveness... being a bit unconventional in matters of the heart..."
"I don't have a heart." the demon growled irritably.
"Really?" Blaise said, leaning down and pressing his ear to his chest. "Funny, sure sounds like one." He said with a smirk.
"That's Harry's heart, not mine."
Blaise managed to get back up into a sitting position, smiling down at him, "Whatever you say... but you also seem to have acquired Harry's tendency towards self-destructive behavior..." He said, lifting Harry's arm and running his fingers over the long thin scar that ran down it. "So just be careful, won't you?"
The demon pulled his arm away, holding it to himself and turning his head, looking studiously away from Blaise. "You're wasted Zabini. Go to bed."
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The demon awoke sometime later. He didn't remember falling asleep, but the room was now much darker, the fire having burnt down to no more than tiny, guttering flames scattered about the remains of the logs.
He looked over and was quite surprised to see Delse laying beside him. She was just curled up there, watching him silently. She smiled when she saw that his eyes were open.
He sighed. "Just me." he muttered, "Harry's still firmly dead to the world."
Her smile just widened a bit. "I was kind of hoping he would be... we never got to finish talking."
He blinked. That was certainly unexpected. "Um... ok... what did you want to talk about?"
"Well, first how are you feeling? Are you ok now?"
He shifted around a bit, assessing the damage. "Well, I suppose I'm doing a lot better than I was earlier, but overall I've been better."
She nodded, then was silent for a moment before speaking again. "In the shower... when I hugged you... did that hurt you?"
He sighed, "Well... not that precisely... I... well I considered not telling you it was me... that's what hurt me."
"Mere thoughts can hurt?" She asked, surprised.
"If there's a chance I'll carry them out, yes."
"But my touch itself... that didn't hurt?"
"No." He said, studiously trying not to remember it.
"So... you can't touch me, but if I touch you it's ok?" She asked carefully.
He looked at her, furrowing his brow, wondering why she was so interested in the subject, "Of course... I mean what you do is beyond my control and therefore I can't be held liable for it. Why?"
"Just verifying..." She said softly.
Something in the way she was looking at him caught his attention and held it.
"Take your pants off."
"What?" He asked in surprise.
She folded her arms over her chest, "Are you going to make me repeat myself all night, demon?"
He immediately complied, doffing his pants.
She sighed in exasperation, "Skivvies too!"
He pulled those off as well, then lay back down and watched her, already pitching a rather noticeable tent, his eyes glowing brightly once again.
She sat up, pulling off her nighty and crawling over to him. "You should have just told me what was required... it would have saved you a lot of pain..." She said with a smirk, settling down at his side.
"I... I thought you didn't shag demons..."
"Trying to talk me out of it?" She asked with a chuckle.
"No!"
She smiled and reached over, running her hand down his chest and stomach, then flipping the blanket down. She gently caressed him, "A girl has the right to change her mind..."
"Of course..." He said as a shudder of pleasure ran through him, his eyes closing.
"I'm not planning on making a habit of it, understand..."
He quickly nodded, not opening his eyes.
"But it's not as if I haven't shagged this body dozens of times already... and you probably deserve a good deal of credit for the skill with which it has pleasured me... not that I wouldn't have shagged him without you... and I'm sure that would have been wonderful as well..." She said, her grip tightening on him, stroking him, "But I do appreciate your efforts... So I suppose it's only fair that I should give you a little bit of pleasure in return..." He was panting, trying hard not to remain still. "Don't worry... I cast a silencing spell... no one will be interrupting us... Just make sure to tell me if you need me to do anything else first, before you go off hurting yourself for no reason..."
"Yes ma'am." He gasped with a little smirk working it's way onto his lips.
She straddled his hips. "So be a good boy now and let me molest you..." She said with a wicked grin.
He grinned back, his eyes opening, glowing brilliantly in the near darkness, "Seeing as I'm not allowed to hurt you, I can't really see any way of stopping you..."
He let out a groan of pure bliss as she impaled herself on him. She saw his muscles tense, trying to keep him still and grinned. "Push up into me, Demon." She whispered softly. She let out a little cry of pleasure as he immediately thrust up into her.
As she started moving she grabbed up his hands that had lain there at his sides, placing them on her breasts, "Touch me, demon." She groaned. He eagerly complied, his hands roaming her body, expertly drawing moans of pleasure from her.
One of his hands slipped down and started rubbing her. She cried out, moving faster. She shifted down, resting her weight on her arms for leverage. She opened her eyes and saw his brilliantly glowing eyes staring back at her. A shudder ran through her, but she didn't slow. She found herself staring down at the strange eyes. He started thrusting up into her harder, her gaze obviously arousing him even more.
He wrapped his arms around her, coaxing her down on top of him. She saw the look on his face and immediately interpreted what he wanted, kissing him. He kissed her back with breathtaking abandon, shifting his legs up some and bracing them so he could thrust up into her while she lay atop him, the angle grinding him up firmly against her with every thrust, sending dizzying waves of pleasure through her. The next few minutes became a blur of pleasure, gasping for breath, groans and passionate snogging. Finally she thrashed in his grasp, breaking the kiss with a loud cry of ecstasy that echoed off the walls. He looked completely enraptured, staring at her avidly as he thrust hard into her while she tensed and shook, drawing out her peak.
Her mind was still reeling wildly as he pulled her back down, holding her tightly to him. He nuzzled up to her ear, "Pax." He whispered in a voice so soft she could barely hear it, though he was so close that the warmth of his breath tickled her ear. The word sent a strange sensation through her mind... like little pinpricks of hot and cold followed by a rush of warmth. She blinked, trying to gather her scattered senses.
The demon rolled them over, kissing her passionately once again as he shifted her legs into position and started shagging her hard and fast, sending almost blinding pleasure through her. She could do nothing more than hold onto him as took her body. Within moments, her body shook as another peak raged through her body, and still he continued his ardent onslaught. The world around her started losing it's focus, her body overwhelmed by the overload of sensations he was putting it through.
He finally cried out, burying himself in her and spending himself. The rush of heat flooding her sent another wave of mind boggling ecstasy through her, taking with it her last remaining grasp on consciousness.
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Delse blinked her eyes open, trying to gather herself. She smiled and let out a sigh as she felt him gently kissing her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair as she tried to sort out what had just happened. It was obvious she hadn't been out long. Her heart rate and breathing had managed to return pretty much to normal, but she could still feel him inside her, and her skin was still damp with sweat.
Her eyes widened as she remembered something. "That was your name, wasn't it?" She said softly.
He lifted his head, giving her a little smile. "Not all of it... but a bit of it, yes... just enough to let me pleasure you properly."
"So... the rules Draco gave you...?"
"The rules of my master in regards to you can be overridden by your desires. If you want me to make love to you, I can."
"If a single syllable could do that, why didn't you just tell me it before?" She asked, puzzled.
Even in the dim light she could see his cheeks darken. "It's not something given lightly, even in part. Even that small bit gives you more power over me than I'm comfortable with." He said softly.
She looked at him intently for a moment. "You didn't mean to tell me, did you?"
He quickly cast his eyes away, remaining silent.
She took that as a yes. She furrowed her brow, contemplating the name, "Isn't that a latin word? Something like slave..."
He clamped his hand over her mouth, cutting her off. "Don't speak of it! And for Merlin's sake, don't repeat it aloud, even when you are sure we are alone!" He said urgently, "Even that much in the hands of the wrong person could be my undoing!" She nodded and he removed his hand. He gave her a little smile, "Forgive me... this is... not a situation I've ever found myself in before... or ever really thought I would be in for that matter."
She slipped her arms around him, smiling up at him warmly. "It's ok..." Her eyes widened as she felt him firming up inside her.
"No, it's not ok..." He said in a low voice as he smirked down at her, "I think I need to apologize properly..."
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Harry awoke with a pounding headache. He felt very warm and cozy though. He shifted slightly, then opened his eyes. Delse was snuggled up against him, their bodies entwined and both quite naked. He blinked in confusion. He didn't even remember getting back to the room the night before, let alone getting naked and in bed with Delse. Certainly he couldn't have done anything with her when he was in that state!
Still... he couldn't help but wonder. He reached down between her legs, trying hard not to wake her. She smiled in her sleep, cuddling up more. He shifted back a bit and lifted his hand, smelling his fingers. His scent was unmistakable. He carefully disentangled himself, getting up a bit unsteadily, then quickly made his way into the bathroom.
He shut the door and leaned against it for a moment, then crossed to the sink, liberally splashing his face with cold water to clear it. He shut off the water, straightening up and staring at himself in the mirror. "Demon!" He hissed.
Yes? Pax replied, carefully neutral.
"What the bloody hell happened?" He demanded angrily, keeping his voice low.
What do you mean, 'what happened'? Pax inquired carefully.
"I certainly don't remember shagging Delse last night! I didn't, did I? And I want the truth!"
No. Pax admitted.
"You're not allowed to touch her!" Harry said, his voice rising with anger. "Draco forbade it!"
Where there is a will, there is a way. Pax said with a mental shrug.
"You bastard! How could you rape her? After all you've..."
I DID NOT RAPE HER! Pax retorted angrily, cutting him off and making his head ring.
"Well letting her go on thinking it's me when it's not is pretty much the same thing in my book!" Harry growled.
That doesn't work, Harry. Trust me. Pax replied coldly.
"How could you?" he said, his voice dropping with an ache in it. "How can I ever face her again after what you've done to her?" he said, slumping against the wall and covering his face with his hands.
I've done nothing but give her pleasure. Why do you insist on believing that rape or subterfuge are the only ways I could ever possibly manage to have sex with a woman?
Harry flinched at the light tap on the door, his already throbbing head feeling ready to explode.
"Harry? You ok in there?" Delse asked with concern.
He sighed, reaching over and opening the door. Delse came in, looking at him with concern. "You poor thing! You look terrible! Your head must be killing you... let me see if I have something..." She said, going over to the shelves near the sink and pulling out a carved wooden box. She set it on the counter and opened it, looking through the many small containers of medicinal potions and ointments it contained.
"Delse..." He said softly.
She looked over at him, "Yes?"
He took a deep breath and sighed it out. He had to tell her. "Last night... when I came back to the room... that... it wasn't me." He said miserably.
She looked at him for a long moment, her cheeks going pink. "I know..." She said softly, turning her attention studiously to the box before her.
He stared at her incredulously. "What?"
She sighed deeply. "I knew it was the demon. He told me almost immediately."
Harry scrubbed his fingers through his hair, sure he must be misunderstanding the situation somehow. "You knowingly shagged the bloody demon?" he asked incredulously.
"Harry... you have to understand..." She said placatingly, reaching for him.
He jerked away. "Oh I get it just fine on my own, thanks! I'm just a little fuck toy to you, so why should it matter who's doing the shagging, right? He was probably a nice little change for you, eh? Why bother waiting until I wake up to get another shag?"
Next thing Harry knew he was seeing stars. He stumbled as he was shoved back hard and fell to the unforgiving stone of the floor as the bathroom door slammed shut with a resounding boom. He managed to sit up, feeling the brilliant red handprint on his cheek, utterly stunned. He flinched as he heard several things shatter against the wall inside the bathroom, and the unmistakable sound of sobs. After a moment, the sobs were drowned out by the sound of the shower.
He just stared at the door numbly.
Confused? Pax asked in a soft, kindly voice, Women can be so hard to understand. Let me help you out, since I have, in fact, been inside the very heads of countless women. What you just said to her translated roughly into 'I think you're a nymphomaniac, and a heartless ice whore at that.'. Women don't take kindly to that. Come to think of it, demons don't take kindly to that either...
Harry suddenly found himself sprawled on a cold stone floor with Lucius Malfoy standing over him. He had a sadistic sneer on his face that bordered on maniacal as he raised a Quidditch beater's bat over his head. He swung it down and Harry shrieked, though his voice didn't sound like his own. Lucius struck him again and he felt his arm shatter. He tried to curl up to protect himself, but it did no good as Lucius rained blow after blow on him with bone crushing force. After a while the agony started melding together into a sea of overwhelming, unending anguish, only pulsing slightly with each fresh blow.
When there was no more fight left in him, Lucius flipped him over, smirking down at him. He knelt down beside him. "Well, I can't say it hasn't been fun, but you appear to have outlived your entertainment value..." Lucius said lightly, tossing the small bat aside negligently and acting as if he were merely bidding a tea guest farewell. "You know, I've been told that I have a bit of an anger control problem... can't see as I see what they are talking about, and none who have mentioned it ever repeated the baseless accusations, but one suggestion that was made struck my fancy. A healer mentioned it actually. He said I should take up a hobby. Now, hobbies can be such a time consuming process, and I'm a very busy man as you can imagine, so I settled on collecting as a hobby. Seemed like the most practical choice, really. That same healer was kind enough to help me get my collection started as a matter of fact. So... I hope you won't mind if I add to my collection... I truly doubt they will be of any further use to you..." He said, pulling out a long, wicked looking dagger. "Be a good sport and try to stay still. I prefer nice even edges and for the whole set to stay intact of course..."
Another shriek ripped from Harry's hoarse throat as Lucius grabbed ahold of his choicer bits and began slowly, methodically cutting away at them. His body was too thoroughly broken to do more than twitch and jerk. It was agony beyond anything Harry had ever imagined before. Lucius just kept cutting at the same slow, meticulous pace for several long minutes, looking completely unperturbed by Harry's pain.
When he was finally done, he got up and crossed to the sink. He rinsed off his prize, then carefully put it into a waiting jar of some yellowish fluid and capped it. When he was done washing up his hands, he took the jar and left with it, inspecting it like a new treasure, not even bothering to finish Harry off.
Harry just lay there in the dark, slowly bleeding to death...
Harry gasped and sat up, clutching his head. His hand then immediately darted down between his legs. He gave a ragged sigh of relief.
Like that? Pax asked softly, Because I have several dozen more memories just like it. Hundreds if you don't require them to involve castration. And then there are the rapes... but of course I've accidentally given you a taste of those already, haven't I? You know, even I, with my amazing memory, cannot tell you exactly how many of those I've endured. You tend to lose touch with reality after the first dozen or so men have their way with you in one night... often pass out... But don't you worry, it will be enough to keep you well entertained for a good long time.
"You bastard!" Harry shrieked, wiping the tears from his cheeks angrily, "You're not allowed to hurt me!"
Pax gave a snort, That hurt me as well. Never said it didn't. You're absolutely right, master did forbid it... but that wasn't a physical form of hurting you, so it didn't hurt me that much... and that only cost me a couple of seconds of pain. That level of pain I can withstand for a good long while. You hurt Delse again and I'll prove it to you! Now get in there and apologize to her you little bastard! He hissed angrily.
"You do anything like that to me again and I swear to God I'll make you pay!" Harry growled.
Oh yeah? Well FUCK IT! You can't touch me without hurting yourself, which would suit me just fine, and by the time master's powers finished me off I will have filled your bloody loaf with so much pain, suffering and horror that you will spend the rest of your days curled up and rocking back and forth on one of the nice little white beds in the spell damage ward of St. Mungo's!
"You wouldn't kill yourself just to get back at me!"
Try me! He hissed.
Harry sat brooding silently for several long minutes, listening to the impassive rush of the shower.
She's in love with you, you insufferable jackass. Not that you deserve her, but she seems to want you. The demon whispered irritably in his mind.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, right. That's why she shagged you!"
Oh for Merlin's sake! We got to talking and I'm just such a bloody pathetic creature she felt sorry for me. For Merlin's sake, it was a pity fuck! She would have told you as much herself if you'd let her!
Harry mulled that over for a minute. "Still... she's not in love with me. We only just met like a week ago!"
So? Only took you about two days!
"I'm not in love with her!" Harry retorted angrily.
Yes you are.
"NO I'M NOT!" He growled.
You can't honestly be this bloody deluded. Pax said disgustedly.
"Fuck off!" Harry said, rubbing his throbbing head.
Fine. Probably best you aren't, really. Pax said offhandedly.
"And why is it best?" Harry asked in exasperation.
Well, I don't know about you, but I haven't heard much out of that bathroom but running water for a while now.
Harry lowered his hands, looking over at the door in question, "What's that supposed to mean?"
I'll let you figure that out yourself,dumbass. I just hope your happy now. Pax ended softly, then fell silent.
Harry started getting a very uneasy, anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach. The demon was just fucking with him. He was sure of it.
He got up.
He couldn't stand just looking at the door and wondering.
He went up to the bathroom door and turned the knob. It came open. He took a deep breath and pushed it open. The steam of the shower swirled around him. There were several shattered bottles near thefar wall, filling the room with the pungent odor of fragrance oils. He walked slowly over to the shower stall. The glass was thickly frosted and clouded with steam as well, but he could vaguely make out out a form crouched down in the corner. He opened the door and the steam flowed out, temporarily blinding him. When it dissipated, he looked down at her.
The bottom suddenly fell out of his world.
Delse lay there, slumped in the corner, eyes open and sightless. There was a large piece of broken glass laying beside her hand, long gashes down both arms, though there was barely enough blood left seeping from them to tint the water that rained down on her.
He let out a cry of anguish, dropping down and grabbing ahold of her. Sobs wracked him as he clutched her lifeless body to him. She just lulled against him like a ragdoll, feeling unnaturally cold despite the heat of the water.
He clutched her body to him, rocking back and forth and trembling, sobs wracking his body, "NO!" He cried, "Please no! You can't leave me!" He sobbed wretchedly, "I love you! Don't leave me!"
That's more like it. Pax whispered softly in his mind. But I'm not the one who needs to hear that.
Harry gasped, sitting up and looking around, his mind in chaos. He was laying on the bedroom floor, and he was dry again. He sprang up and ran to the bathroom door. His heart caught as it opened when he turned the knob. He looked around, trembling with fear. The fragrance oil bottles lay shattered against the wall, the steam flowing around as the cloying scent assailed his nostrils, just as it had before. He felt numb as he approached the shower. His heart caught in his throat as he saw her vague form in the corner of the shower through the glass, a few bright drops of blood coloring the stone just outside the shower door.
He slid open the door, waving away the steam as it swirled out. His heart gave a wild lurch as he saw two beautiful dark, red-rimmed eyes looking up at him in surprise.
He dropped to his knees, not caring in the slightest that the action bruised them. She let out a surprised sound as he snatched her up into his arms, pulling her into his lap as he slumped down against the wall.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." He sobbed, holding her so tight it was almost a struggle for her to breath, "I never meant to... I was just jealous and hurt, but it was no excuse... oh Delse..." He said hoarsely, sobbing into her hair.
"What happened Harry?" Delse asked, alarmed.
"I came in... and there was broken glass... and blood..." He sobbed, still unable to stop trembling.
Her eyes teared up as she realized what he must have thought. She slipped her arms around him and held him as he sobbed against her. "One of the bottles cut my shoulder... I'm alright..." She said soothingly.
He pulled back, looking at the cut on her shoulder and letting out a slightly giddy laugh, then gave her a breath stealing kiss. When he finally broke it, he held her to him again, "I love you Delse... I'm in love with you... please forgive me..."
She let out a little sob, holding him closer. "Of course I forgive you... I love you too..." She said in a soft, aching voice.
Harry captured her lips again, kissing her fiercely. When she finally broke the kiss, she smirked at him, "But if you pull that shite again, I'm going to have to kick your arse, got it?"
Harry grinned, kissing her again.
You tell him! Pax whispered mirthfully in his mind, You know, you should be glad I actually like you Potter. I could have made that traumatic if I wanted to...
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A/N - that took a bit longer than I thought. Will be more variety in the next chapter ;) It's after 1am now, so I'm looking at less than five hours of sleep as it is, so this will have to do. Sorry if there's errors. Itis REALLY fusking with my upload too, so if there's any missing punctuation or stupid stuff like that, chances are it's not my fault ;)
Tinas74 - If Delse, the demon and Bill had a threesome and Molly found out, I do believe she might well spontaneously combust! (giggles)
Gjess86 - everyone disliked the demon before because Lucius was his master, which made him a bit of a sadistic bastard and he was trying to kill them. Therefore, I'd say that they had pretty legitimate reasons to dislike him.
Flower444 -The game... yes, the demon had possessed a great number of people, and he has a photographic memory, so in essence, when he was playing the game, he effectively 'uploaded' the memory of one of his experiences. So they would suddenly remember with perfect clarity, for example, being Goyle and shagging the Hufflepuff girl. It would be as if they actually had , sensed everything he had at the time, etc.. They were only observing and couldn't change anything of course, since it was a memory, but they got the 'full effect'.
XxTimesStopsxX - "heheh i love blaise, i want one" ... I was just wondering... are you commenting on Blaise wanting a demon being amusing, saying you want a demon, or you want a Blaise? (giggles) Personally, I'd pick all of the above ;P
SomethingsWicked - could you spell out those site addresses or email them to me? It wiped them out.
Erised - Though 'swooped' sounds past-tense (sounded wonky when I tried making that part conform), the remainder of the sentence is present-tense (collecting, gathering, looking) so I stand by 'flying'. If I had said collected, I would have put 'flew'. And I usually do eliminate repetitious words, but I did that chapter in like two days with a hyperactive kid bugging me the entire time and while sleep deprived. Just curious, you're a Virgo, aren't you? Not a knock, mind you. As I've said, I'm a Virgo. That's why I couldn't not reply to that. ;)
Sukara Zala - Yes. Well, it will anyway. Whenever these bloody teens will let me get there already! It was originally planned to occur around chapter 10 or 11! ;) Though I really should get to it soon. I have been trying... but I'm just the writer. It's not like I have much say in it ;) This site has been getting progressively harder to work with though, and the number of chapters may be to blame. Now, when I finally get the chapter UP and FIXED (cause it likes screwing with stuff) then I can't edit the story to add the chapter until I not only close the window, but actually close my link to the internet entirely, and then dial back in! That is seriously the only way it has let me post the last few chapters. Still, I've been told that there are stories up here with over 100 chapters, so more must be possible (not that I'm getting anywhere near that number!)