Author's Note: Due to my haste in posting the first chapter, I did not fully explain the plot. As one can tell, it is post-Hogwarts but also with a twist. Lord Voldemort was overrun by the Demonic overlord and resumed his ethereal death (not completely dead due to those Horcruxes, but you get the idea) Not a real crossover, the demons aren't from anyone's work and Ember is my creation. The plot is my own. That is all I own. Also feel free to correct spelling, typos, and whatever else.

The scene is now taken over by Draco Malfoy. P.O.V. changes from chapter to chapter only Harry and Draco's though. If confused, drop a line and I'll elaborate further.

Good day,

Viper Maiden

The Malfoy family had to move due to the rush of demonic chaos. They now occupied a large mansion in the midst of a forest. Surrounded by dense greenery, it was easy to not find the manor, not counting the fact that a thousand enchantments were placed upon it. Only a wizard would be able to see. And there were no wizards or witches in this area since last year.

Draco slapped the girl once more as they had apparated back to his Manor.

"Master, I beg your forgiveness," Ember pleaded shuffling away. She had fallen on the floor.

"I had ordered you," he began.

"But please, master, must listen—"

A slap struck across her face along with a bolt of pain from the Crucio curse.

"Master!" she screamed.

Another slap followed by another curse.

When she did not say another word, Draco paced before her. Draco Malfoy was no longer boyish looking. But neither did he look manly. He had hair a bit past his chin, and his hair was the color of the full moon, sleek and straight. He no longer pulled it back but let it drift his face as he walked.

Even a demon could notice his unmarred beautiful features. His nose sharp, his chin sharp, his face held a boyish handsome. Some said he was too pretty to be straight. And that was true. Draco was not straight. His looks attracted members of both sex and he allowed that.

Ember scurried forward and kissed his hands. Her body, used to pain, had recovered from the curses.

"I grow tired," Draco muttered jaded.

"Does master wish to sleep with me yet?" Ember said softly.

Draco laughed. "Harlot! Why would I wish to sleep with a slave and even more degrading a demon?"

The demon's eyes did not flutter. She did not show any emotion. She just sat there holding his hand, which he just snatched away.

"Get up," he stated. "If it weren't for this necklace," he rubbed the emerald studded locket around his neck. "You'd be at my neck!"

Seeing Ember emotionless and cold, Draco smirked. "I'll let you massage me, but don't you dare use your claws."

"I won't, master," she said.

The two walked down a hall filled with blue flames. The hallways were narrow and there were many identical halls. It was a wonder how Draco managed not to lose himself. He usually cast a spell that would tell him if he had taken a wrong turn. But got bothered with the fact that he had to cast it over and over again, and now used Ember to guide him.

He smiled at Ember's luscious figure as she walked seductively down the aisle. He wanted her. And she knew it. Until, Draco found a way to bed her without breaking the spell that was keeping her as his slave, he could not have her.

He didn't feel like recounting how he had met her. And how her slavery began, he didn't know. All he knew was that she was his. And he would not let anyone else have her.

In the bedchamber, Draco sat on his king sized bed with the red draping curtains. He loved this bed. It was especially enchanted for comfort. It was one of those beds that only the rich could afford. And he was rich.

Ember grinned, the tips of her fangs showed. Her perfect shaped lips parted almost hungrily.

Draco would've done wonders to be able to read her thoughts. But as it turned out, he wasn't much of a mind reader.

"You really must stop doing that," he yawned ruining the moment.

The girl flustered and frowned inward. She shrugged shaking off her clothes and climbing on the bed. Draco was used to nudity and this act, as Ember knew, did nothing to provoke him. He allowed her to take off his robes and undo his white shirt.

He had to wonder when she would give up trying to get him to have sex with her. Of course at first, Draco was more than willing to have her. He had thoughts of raping her for crying out loud. But when he found out she was more than willing like him, he was beyond happy.

Ember's hands worked their magic at his heels. She gently massaged each foot while trailing her tongue across her lips. She wasn't looking at him though. Draco almost laughed. As soon as he found out that she had killed over a dozen wizards through seduction alone…he was on his guard. It turned out that if he ever had an orgasm by her, the spell would be broken.

"There was a man," she whispered as she turned Draco over to his back and gently massaged his back. "He was just like you. Only he had kind eyes."

Draco snorted. He was not in the mood to hear about her sexual partners. But the next words caught him off guard…

"He was a wand carrying wizard like you too. And he had a scar shaped by lightening on his forehead."

Draco spun and sat up so fast, Ember had to move back or else she would've been pushed off the bed. Draco grabbed her by the shoulders and leered at her face.

"Where is he? Where did you see Potter?" he screamed at her.

"Po—" she began.

"Where!"

"He was just outside the woods," she said calmly as if his outburst was nothing more than a baby throwing a fit.

Draco leaped off the bed, pulled on his robes, and stared out the window. The woods looked dark even though it was still day. Perspiration dripped from his forehead. He panted.

Ember's eyes flashed and a smile formed. Draco barely caught the glint of her eyes and her grin as he turned to her. Her face now resumed emotionless.

"He was near the spot where you were?" he asked.

She nodded.

"I command you to stay—oh bloody hell," he snorted then petrified her and chained her to a post on his bed. He muttered more enchantments, before he apparated.

He would never allow forgetting to hex her so she would not be able to leave the place without pain. He had assumed since it was day, he would try to leave off the enchantment. Now he knew better.

Fucking demons, he thought. Not as dumb as they appear.

Draco grinned maliciously as he thought up wonderful hexes and curses for his enemy. He would be so proud to catch him. Not for anyone, since the Dark Lord was dead, but he would love to watch him suffer and then die for imprisoning his father.

Speaking of his family, he had locked away his mother for going insane. She was now in the watchful eyes of many house elves. In total he had nine elves running around all parts of his manor. He kept two mudblood as slaves to work in the kitchen along with the house elves. He had hoped to have taken that Granger mudblood, but she had to get herself killed defending that stupid blood traitor. A lot of good that did, he had died right afterwards.

The thought of Potter awaiting his doom made his day even sweeter.