I´m not J.K.Rowling, all the characters belong to her, all the sick ideas to me! I guess that is why she also owns the money.

No warnings necessary for this chapter! Sorry for the shortness, the next chappie will be much longer again!

Chapter 10

T r a n s i t i o n

A slithering feeling on his thigh. Draco sat up with a yell, scrambling backwards to the headboard of his bed, pulling his legs to his body. His heart was racing as he searched with big terrified eyes for the snake in his bed. No, there was no snake, it had been just his bedcover sliding down his leg. Draco tried to draw in slow and steady breaths. Just a nightmare, a horrible, realistic, frightening-the-shit-out-of-him nightmare. Draco was shaking his head, grinning slowly about his own stupidity.

His hands were still shaking slightly when he took a long shower and dressed in his black robes. He stood for some minutes in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection, wondering about the paleness of his skin this morning and the haunted look in his eyes. Together with the dark shadows under his eyes he looked like a real vampire in his long flowing robes. A sexy vampire prince though. Gods, he wanted his Lord to come back to him! He was sitting at the small table in his room, holding his cup of coffee in one hand, the Daily Prophet in the other one when the door opened and his godfather entered. For a moment Draco´s insides where turning, but he immediately suppressed the shudder flowing through him.

"Draco, our Lord returned! We are all called to an urgent assembly. Are you well, Draco?" his godfather looked at him with hardly veiled worry in his eyes.

"I´m well. I had a bad night, that´s all." Snape´s questioning look was making him uncomfortable. "Just a silly nightmare, Severus!" Draco answered with a small shaky smile.

Snape nodded after another searching look, his face almost showing something akin to relief. Draco pushed the confusion about Snape´s behaviour away as thoughts of his Lord filled his mind. He had come back early, very early. His return was unexpected but most welcome to Draco whose longing increased with every minute apart from his Lord. They went together to the assembly hall where they found most of the Death Eaters already waiting in a large circle, while others were entering together with Draco and Snape. Draco took his position at the left side of the throne, Snape took his own at the right side while the naked Potter was kneeling to the right sight of the throne like always. Draco could not suppress the trembling of his hands when he looked down at Potter and met his equally searching eyes.

The Dark Lord was entering the hall now, his robes billowing behind him, his steps fast and secure, his face a mask of rage. The welcoming smile on Draco´s face was extinguished by the look full of dark promises he received from his Lord. Lord Voldemort was sitting on his chair like a big black vulture, looking around at each of the present ones as if they would soon all turn into rotting carcasses.

"Minions, worms, cowards, traitors, wherever I am looking!" the Dark Lord hissed, his wand ready in his hand to kill whomever his ire met first.

"One of you made the grave mistake to enter the secret chamber and destroy my Horcruxes. You dared to destroy what is mine, and you will pay a high price for it!"

Draco´s eyes widened in shock. The Horcruxes, his dream had been reality! He looked in unadulterated terror at Snape and Potter, who tried their best to keep a calm facade. The Dark Lord had gotten up now, one enraged "Crucio!" after the other hitting Death Eaters at random. Draco screamed and fell to the hard ground when he was hit by the most powerful torturing curse he had ever experienced in his life. The Cruciatus his Lord set on him was filled with such hatred and rage that it almost made his heart stop. Draco was screaming, crying, writhing in absolute, wrecking agony. He wanted to beg for mercy, knew he would be killed for his betrayal, wanted so much to have the love back he had been given so generously, now replaced by disappointment, loathing and hatred.

"You were the only one, Draco, who knew about my secret chamber." The Dark Lord was stepping closer, a deadly smile playing around his lipless mouth, setting crimson eyes on fire. "You betrayed me, pet!" The curse was lifted as his Lord put his wand into the folds of his flowing robes, kneeling down beside Draco and pressing his unforgiving hands against Draco´s temples. It was an instinctive reaction to build up his shields immediately, the aggressive ire in his Lord´s eyes enough reason to try and protect himself against the brutal onslaught.

Draco grit his teeth and whimpered in strain as the Dark Lord´s mind hit against his shields with unbelievable force. His hands were grabbing the wrists of his Lord to tear them away from him, but he could not remove his Lord´s relentless grip on him. His head was aching terribly now and he knew that his Lord did not care about the destruction he would cause when using so much strength and pressure to break into Draco´s mind. Red eyes held his gaze, the intensity of his Lord´s look burning into his soul. He could feel blood starting to gush out of his nose, running down the side of his face, could feel his strength depleting and finally his shields caved in and exploded into nothingness.

A violent convulsion rocked his body when his Lord´s mind tore into his like a rabid beast. He could hear himself screaming in agony while pictures brutally torn out of his mind overlaid the view of a livid face in front of his. The Dark Lord´s mind was tearing through his memories in lightning speed, searching for the one information it craved until finally the stomach turning speed slowed down and Draco could make out single scenes.

His godfather´s wand pointing at him, a stunning spell zipping into his chest.

"Talk, Malfoy, or you will regret it, you stupid whore!" a blackhaired boy shouting into his face, gripping his hair brutally.

"I will not help you to destroy the one I love." Potter and Snape looking at him in shock.

"We are lovers, Draco!" honesty and joy shining out of Snape´s eyes.

An enraged Potter hissing at a black snake in Parseltongue.

Draco looking down, horrified to see the tail of a snake disappearing between his buttocks.

Draco screaming and wailing in terror and pain.

"If you tell me where the Horcruxes are I will take the snake out of you! Do you understand me, Malfoy?" Potter´s blurry face, shouting at him.

"that´s all I know...please, Potter, take it out...it´s moving inside me" Draco screaming, retching, hysterical.

Draco could see through the frightening scenes how the look in his Lord´s eyes changed, the hatred slowly dissolving until Potter´s blurry face appeared behind his Lord and a torrent of red sprayed into Draco´s face. Draco was confused. That was not one of his memories. The pressure on his mind was gone, leaving him empty and broken, the pain in his head causing him to constantly whimper and retch.

His Lord had a hand on his throat, crimson rushing through his fingers, his other grabbed for Potter, tearing off the necklace before he fell heavily onto the ground beside Draco, the necklace still in his hand, his body convulsing as more and more blood ran out of his slit throat, out of his wide open mouth, gurgling sounds instead of breaths heard. It lasted only seconds until his Lord stilled and Potter let the blood covered knife fall, hands pressed against his head now, screaming like a banshee, his eyes turning back before he fell to the hard stone floor as well, twitching and convulsing, magic crackling around his naked body.

Death Eaters were running around, shouting, pushing, as pandemonium reigned. Snape was kneeling down beside him now, but the next moment Draco was aware of his godfather was beside Potter. His Lord´s blood soaked into Draco´s clothes, glueing his hairs to his right cheek. Gods, his head hurt so much, nothing going on around him made sense for him any longer. Potter stopped screaming, as Snape was still shouting. Draco convulsed as the pain in his head increased.

Snape was suddenly flying through the air, Potter getting up again, coming over to him. Draco could only look at the black-haired boy, couldn´t move his body even if he could have forced his mind to think, to make a decision, to command his body. Something was wrong with Potter. Red eyes, crimson eyes. Potter raised him into his arms, shouting at the panicking Death Eaters, then everything was quiet again. The men in black robes were kneeling down around them and Potter talked to them, before carrying him out of the assembly hall, walking straight to his Lord´s room, placing him onto his Lord´s soft bed.

Draco was crying softly. His Lord was dead, Potter had used him and killed his Lord. What did the black-haired boy want with him now? He couldn´t think clearly, his head was killing him. Hands were caressing his body, healing energy flowing into him, taking away the pain. The blood was cleaned away from his face and his body and his clothes vanished. When had Potter become so powerful? He was lying down on the bed beside him, his naked body pressing against Draco´s, his erection grinding into his hip. Draco would have liked to push him away, kill the boy for what he had done to him, to his Lord, but he could hardly move, he was too exhausted to even speak or shout the insults at Potter which were burning his throat without coming out.

"I love you!" Potter whispered tenderly into his ear.

Potter was kissing his neck now. What the hell was wrong with the boy, had he not said that Severus was his lover? After his coup he could have had at least the decency to stick to his own lover! Gods, a pink tongue was licking his nipples now, biting, soft lips kissing a way down to his stomach. Draco moaned, closing his eyes, as a tear rolled down his cheek. What would he have given for his Lord being in Potter´s place. A mouth was closing over his member now, doing wicked things which made him hard in no time, making him buck up into this soft young mouth. A finger was entering him, making him moan again in protest and pleasure. Strength returned slowly to his body when the boy lay down on top of him, between his opened legs. Draco tried to push him off.

"Don´t fight me, Draco!" Potter hissed into his face, his red eyes burning into Draco.

Potter radiated power and a promise of cruelty he would use when necessary. He was the absolute overlord, just as Lord Voldemort had been. Draco shuddered and closed his eyes in surrender. His breath hitched when the other boy breached him without using lubricant, causing searing pain. He whimpered when hard thrusts hit the one place repeatedly which made his muscles convulse, his nerves screaming with pleasure and pain. He opened his lips when the boy´s tongue searched for entrance forcefully. Hands raised his legs, wound his legs around a slender body, caressed his buttocks, held him still while strong hips delivered brutal thrusts, making Draco scream into a captivating mouth.

Draco held onto strong shoulders as he was taken higher and higher, his heart racing in his chest, his insides tightening to finally cover Potter´s stomach and chest with his sperm, his bowel convulsing around the intrusive organ, his arms pulling the other boy even deeper into him, his body pressing against the slender body of his enemy in ecstasy. Soft lips freed his mouth, licking the tears he had not even known he had shed from his face, smiling at him slyly as Draco´s eyes were captured by the glittering crimson ones above him.

"I told you, pet, that one day you might learn to love Potter!"

Coming ahead in the next chapter of Ad Finem - Until The End:

Snape is a very unlucky man and Draco has problems to adjust to his lover´s new appearance.

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