"You carry her; she might faint from fright if I do it again." Riddle chuckled, a real honest chuckle like he was teasing me and hadn't minutes ago forced a deadly potion down my throat.
Two now familiar arms scooped me off of the bed and towards the Head's bathroom, the door magically opening when we got close enough. Once again the sight of the room shocked me into silence, it really did pay off to work hard enough and become a Head boy or girl.
I was gently placed on the counter top next to the sink, my hips nearly pushing a few items off of it. Scoffing Malfoy caught them before they tipped over; standing before me he ran his fingers gently down my sides. "You should have a warning sign attached to these." It was nothing I hadn't heard before, only normally it was from some girl in a snide way. Malfoy sounded almost ...pleased at the idea of my ample curves.
In the background Riddle waved his hands and the tub started filling, he frowned at it for a moment before grabbing out his wand and actually enlarging the marble masterpiece. Now it would comfortably fit four. Frowning I wondered if this was another not so subtle hint at my weight, but then he shucked out of his outer robe, it sunk in what was happening when Malfoy smirked at me and followed his Masters lead. Both immaculate robes were placed on a chair before my body caught up to my mind and tried to launch itself out the door, I made it about three steps before my legs collapsed again. Instead of scraping my knees though, I was caught. Instantly power wrapped around me, and for a second I was dazed, with less clothes covering his body I could actually feel Riddle's magic more potently.
"Don't make this any more difficult than it already will be," said a calm voice in my ear.
Face heating up I wished I was back on that nice safe counter, or better yet in the Hufflepuff common room with people who hated me, anything was better than what was about to happen. "You can't—it's improper." I sounded so much like the proper Madam Louse back at Beauxbatons; I was bought back to the schools mandatory 'Proper Behaviour for the Perfect Witch' class.
The chest next to mine rumbled with actual laughter, first the evil prince teases and then he laughs?!
"You haven't got anything we have already seen, not like you are much to look at anyway." And there was the snake I knew so well… "And you so rudely coughed blood onto my legs before, that I couldn't sleep knowing about the contamination anyway."
I stupidly blurted out "Oh, but it's alright to have a Mudblood sleep in your bed?"
The tension in the room might have been horrible, if not for the still filling tub making noise. "Careful Gypsy, or would you like to visit your 'special' room again?"
Just the thought of that dank dungeon room and the curses I had been put under was enough to tamper down any further rebellion. Shivering slightly, and knowing he would demand an answer if I didn't give it, I shook my head.
The silence of running water let us all know that the bath was appropriately filled; Riddle turned us both towards it. Having ignored me and his Masters little moment, Malfoy was currently selecting and pouring different potion bottles into the steaming water. Some actually looked like healing potions. Noticing my curious look the blond answered, "You need to be able to move tomorrow. This one will stop the aching muscles," a blue concoction was added, "and this one will give you a little more energy," a clear liquid dripped into the water. He added one last one, something from an ornate purple bottle that could probably feed a household from the crystal cost alone.
I couldn't resist asking, albeit timidly, "what's that one."
Malfoy grinned, "a little something to obscure the water and add some scent into the mix. You seemed like a lavender and thyme lover to me." The familiar smell of home slowly filled the room, relaxing me slightly into the arms holding me. Malfoy glanced from between us and the tub, frowning. "How would you like to get her in there, my lord?" apparently at least one of them was worried I would still bolt, I couldn't find the strength to truly stand let alone escape.
"Undress her, then yourself," commanded Riddle, moving me once again over to the counter. Only this time propping me against it so I stood.
Pleased with this order, Malfoy moved in front of me and slowly undid the tie that held my robe over my other clothes. Shaking I turned my face away, wishing I was as strong as Jenny; she would be spitting and fighting in this situation. The robe slid off and landed on the floor, they cared less about my 'pathetic' Hufflepuff robe then their precious Slytherin ones. With no hesitation in his fingers Malfoy knelt in front of me and slipped my shoes off, I wished more than anything that I had worn horrible ugly tights today; instead I was wearing my French style stockings that pinned at thigh high. A hand slowly slipped up my leg and hesitated only slightly when it felt the clip holding my tights up, Malfoy must have been surprised at my choice. "Hmm, naughty Mudblood."
Anger overriding my fear, I snapped down at the aristocrat, "They were a present from my boyfriend."
Blue eyes hardened at my words, yanking the tights off without a thought for my comfort. The expensive silk garment lay for a second in the corner, before bursting into flames, shocked I looked up at Riddle. His eyes were burning red for a moment; he smiled though at the sight of the once beautiful fabric reduced to nothingness.
"I shall have to remind Mr Bones that you are only a mission, and not worth such expensive gifts." He could try and make out like that was why he burnt them, but from the anger at which Malfoy pulled them off and their instant destruction, I knew that they both felt, if not jealous, then at least possessive towards me. "Do hurry up Malfoy, the water will grow cold."
Impossible, the water is enchanted to stay a perfect temperature for whoever is using it… That would be a stupid thing to point out at the moment to the volatile wizards.
Following his masters orders, Malfoy quickly and efficiently removed the rest of my clothes until I stood in only my underwear and garter belt. It had happened so fast I barely had time to blush. Hands hesitated at the belt, and eyes flicked up to mine.
"Did he buy you this too?"
Jeremy did buy it for me, but I didn't really feel like having it burnt off my skin. So I took the initiative and shakily wiggled out of it, throwing it over to the pile of other burnt items I once loved. Riddle didn't even have to burn this one, Malfoy waved his hand and it went up in flames.
Great, they both know wandless magic.
I didn't want to look down as the rest of my clothes were removed, so I turned my head and stared at the steaming water. With the scent of lavender in the air and watching the wisps of steam float through the room, I could almost ignore the soft hands removing my last barrier.
A puff of breath hit my hipbone, "Beautiful," floating up to my ears. Startled I looked down again, Malfoy was far too close to a part of me nobody had ever seen. Before I could fall to the side he leaned forward and kissed where my hip met my thigh. I might have succeeded in my mission to fall to the side, but he stood and gripped my waist before I could, holding me steady for a moment. Releasing only my left side, Malfoy used his free hand to quickly pop the buttons on his top and twist un-gracefully out of it. Riddle snorted in amusement from the side, that snort turning into a chuckle when he was flipped the bird.
It was weird that Malfoy and Riddle had such a friendly relationship, considering one was an evil overlord and the other was just a minion.
Releasing me entirely the blond snake undid his pants, flicked off his shoes and socks, and yanked down his pants and boxers in one go. My eyes slammed shut, they could force me to bathe with them but they couldn't force me to watch.
"Come now pet, you'll hurt his feelings." Teased Riddle, far too amused with my rebellion for it to do anything but seem childish.
I stood silently and with eyes shut, determined not to let them win in this one way. I could sense Malfoy's shrug, before he slipped me back into his arms and walked towards what I prayed was the tub and not a bed.
Warm water startled me a little, before we sunk in deeper and I could finally float a little away from the very naked, and very strong, male body holding me. I could feel the potions start to work already; they sunk into my muscles and soothed aches I didn't even know existed. Biting back a moan I let myself be guided through the water, water splashed over the tips of my shoulder that weren't submerged.
"Can already feel them working can't you?" Malfoy didn't require an answer; his hands followed the path the water had taken, softly massaging my skin. Shivering I sunk a little more away from him, this time it was allowed. "Always so frightened of me, you forget that I am the one who always fixes you up."
Lips curling in anger, my eyes opened and I was actually struck for a second with how ridiculous this all was. "You tormented me for years, cursed me and now you want me to acknowledge that you are the one who 'fixes' me, when your Master is the one who breaks me."
Malfoy's eyes darkened, light blue becoming nearly black in anger. Gripping my waist he yanked me closer, water sloshing over the edge of the tub with the movement. "Do you know how many times I came to the hospital wing when you lie there after been cursed by some dim-witted student?"
Riddle's chuckle reached us, but neither of us responded.
"Visit to watch me suffer through your handiwork?" Petulance was usually below me, but this time I felt the need. At least I did until the hands holding me clenched tighter, causing what would be very painful bruises come the morning.
"I did not go there to watch you suffer," he said and seemed to calm for a moment, "at least not after the first few times. After it became clear that the fool of a Medi-Witch couldn't heal a paper cut let alone some of the curses you were hit with, and I made Tom aware of the fact, he and I agreed that it would be better if I healed you in secret."
"But—but why?"
Finally Riddle decided to join in the conversation, and bath, speaking he gracefully stripped the remainder of his clothes of and sunk into the water. I turned my head away at this movement. "I didn't want anything permanent done to your body or mind, that I didn't order or do myself."
I frowned at Malfoy, "Don't act like it was something done out of kindness. Your 'Master' ordered you to heal me, that is all."
The hands holding me slowly released, and I floated quickly off to the side, keeping my front to them both. While they were occupied with what I had said, I dunked my head under the water. When I came up for air my hair blocked my view like a black curtain, said curtain was itchy though so I shoved it away. The bath potions were doing their job, and healing me while keeping the two Slytherin men mostly concealed from the shoulders down. They were reclined against the side of the tub, arms out and chests unbashful displayed; dark and light together.
"You didn't clean your hair properly," Riddle broke the silence, "help her Abraxas."
"My lord." The broader of them glided towards me, instinctively I floated back.
Raising my hands in front, and stopping Malfoy's forward movements, I glanced at Riddle. He was tense, his entire body and face showed both annoyance and anger. If I didn't lower my arms I knew I would be harmed, possibly beyond what my body would be able to endure. Shakily I let Malfoy closer. He drifted around me; a hand trailed along my collarbone and pushed my hair behind my ear. Soft lips met my ear, "Good girl," was whispered softly, but I still jumped and disturbed the water.
The hand that had moved my hair stayed on the side of my neck, softly touching my pulse.
"What do you feel Abraxas?"
The hand tightened a little, "I can feel her fear." A chuckle came from behind me, "Truly we frighten her, my lord."
Some of the tension left Riddle's shoulders, "perhaps we should show her that we can be more than her tormentors. All she has to do is behave, and nothing bad will happen to her."
Malfoy didn't answer, but my hair was soon gathered up and away from both shoulders, a potion bottle clinking was heard and something cool dripped onto my head. Carefully it was lathered into my head, strong fingers massaging my scalp in a way that I would have never considered possible. My eyes slid shut and my body might have sloped to the side, had I not had the foreknowledge to brace my hand against the side of the tub.
"You are very sensitive, aren't you?" not truly a question, but Riddle's voice came from far closer than it had before. Opening my eyes I met his less than a foot away, some of the fear returned to my mind.
Malfoy let out a snort, "She is very nervous. Must you feel everything so strongly, Antoinette?"
I snapped back, "Maybe if you weren't touching me you wouldn't feel what I am."
"True, but then I wouldn't get to touch you at all," joked the blond, hands changing up their pattern and causing my eyes to slide shut again. His fingers slipped to the sensitive spot just before my hair met my neck, I dipped my head to the side to better feel it, groaning softly when he pressed a little harder.
"Keep washing her hair." An order from a master to a slave, I was too relaxed to even care what Riddle was about to do.
A hand that was far stronger than the one washing my hair touched my cheek, and gently tilted my head back. Before I could open my eyes a mouth touched mine. For a second everything went still, as if the water and the world around us three didn't exist, and then it came rushing back. I could feel everything, the soft and then harder movement of Riddle's lips on mine and the sensation of hands massaging my head, and then finally I could feel what they were feeling. Everything about Malfoy was drilled into him, from his manners to his grooming habits, he was literally created to become a perfect Pureblood male wizard; and I could sense every titbit of emotion in him. And then there was the darker one in front of me, so much resentment and hatred, for himself and the world that surrounded him. I pitied them both, and for once I understood why they did what they did.
What felt like hours for me, must have only been seconds for them, the mouth slowly left mine and I opened my eyes.
Riddle's red irises seemed different, less red and more… blue. His lips were swollen and a dazed and satisfied look was on his face, it didn't last long though, soon enough the red flooded back and dark satisfaction replaced the relaxed one of before.
Something started tingling in my gums, and words Riddle had said before came flooding back "This 'true match' will be recognized through the Nymphs uncontrollable urge to bite their partner/partners". A sharp sting of pain speared through my mouth, the eye teeth that I knew so well seemed to almost fold back behind these new teeth that I could feel sliding down. They were sharp, and bit through my gums easily and with minimal pain. It was all over in seconds.
"No," distraught I felt where my safe human teeth should be, instead on both sides a very sharp tooth had come down. They were jagged, starting low near the sides and forming higher until they were longer than even my front two teeth. "You—you can't be…"
Riddle smirked, "sorry to disappoint you, but we are your mates, now and forever."
Before either one of them could say anything else, a gripping pain ripped through my middle and I fell backwards screaming.
"What's happening?" shouted Malfoy over my screeching, his arms struggling to hold my body above water.
Riddle placed a hand over my stomach; I could feel something shifting down there, beneath my skin. "She's starting to mature; I read it was reported to be quite painful at first, it will slow down eventually and happen at a slower pace."
"How slow?" I was still barely floating above water, the pain causing everything in me to cramp up and fight against it.
"She'll be a full-blooded Nymph before the end of the term." So soon? "Get her dry and into the bed, try and keep her calm."
One of my hands flipped up and slapped Malfoy in the jaw, he glared down at me. "Exactly how do I do that?"
Riddle rolled his eyes, "anyway you can. Just don't let her bite you."
I was scooped up and out of the bath, my skin rapidly drying as fever started to grip me. "What happens if she bites me?"
Hoisting himself out of the tub, totally nude and unabashed, Riddle looked down at me. "I'm not entirely sure, aside from her claiming you for life, but until I find out everything I don't want her biting anybody. Gag her if you must, just keep her here."
Malfoy grunted in agreement and shifted me in his arms, once I was secure he quickly left the bathroom and laid me on the bed. The pain in my stomach was beginning to abate, going from a 'oh Christ murder me now', to an easier 'Please knock me out'.
Something in my eyes must have been pleading, he softly his fingers through my hair "shhh, Tom will make it better."
Another convulsion wracked me; this one was as strong as the first ones. Screaming my back arched off the bed, cramps breaking out in parts of me that weren't meant to move so quickly.
"Silencio" muttered Riddle, pointing his wand at me as he walked out the dorm room. He barely paid me any mind asides from that, no sympathy or helping to dull the pain, he just left. Something deep in me rebelled at the idea, wanted to demand that he come back and hold me. I took the next best thing though, reaching out the Malfoy the second that I could.
"Please…" He couldn't hear me because of the cursed spell, but Malfoy understood. Nodding quickly, and looking panicked, he immediately moved into the bed behind me, body cradling mine.
"Shhhh," whispering what he probably thought of as comforting things, he ran his fingers continuously through my hair and along my body. Soft lips touched the curve of my neck, "It's going to be ok. Just try not to bite me, I don't want to gag you and neither of us wants Tom's wrath."
It was fortunate he had reminded me of that, I had nearly turned around and bitten him, the urge was nearly impossible to resist. Thankfully the dulling pain made it easier, being closer to Malfoy seemed to help.
"D—don't let me go."
"Never."
