Mysterious Wall Writing: Enemies of hot stuff beware.
Forge: Ooh, that's not me! That must mean M rated stuff here!
Mysterious Wall Writing: You'll be next Forges.
Forge: OOH -runs away then comes back- Will Draco or Blaise be next too?
Mysterious Wall Writing: No.
Forge: -runs away-
The Fly Trap
Draco Malfoy, September 2nd - 3rd, 1997
"What if we get caught?" Blaise asked me as we walked carelessly from the thirteenth floor down to the Dungeons on the mission to find out why we got the letter, and why Blaise's name was included. "Filch'd kill us!"
"Halt! Who goes there?"
"Who the fuck says 'halt'?" Blaise whispered as I chuckled.
"Speak of the devil," I said cheerfully. Filch came running towards us, with one leg hiked up above the other with each bouncy step.
"Who's there!" Filch said and flashed open a device that produced light. It looked like a muggle device.
"No worries, old Arg, it's the Head Boy," I puffed out my chest and said it with arrogance. I could go anywhere, anytime I wanted to.
"Draco?" Filch asked and flashed the light into my face, I squinted, but made sure it was with the most pride.
"Don't worry, Argus, I caught this young boy sleep-walking all the way to the seventeenth floor! So, I thought to myself: Self, it would be awfully nice of me to take this boy back to his dormitory, and I'm doing just that." I smiled brightly, noticing that I sounded like a mix of Blaise and Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Ah, go on ahead," Filch said carelessly. Had this been another student, Filch would have taken them down to Snape's office, where the student would be degraded, ridiculed, punished, and had to be the shame of a loss of 50 or more points. But, Blaise was wearing his robes, the robes that had the Slytherin emblem on it.
"Young boy?" Blaise asked me as I let out a chuckle.
I told the morbid portrait the password, and we were in. I hadn't been here since last year. They were the same old black leather chairs and sofas. The walls were still ornate dark forest green with medieval symbols trickling down to decorate the walls. The ceiling and floors were still dark gray stone, giving the already cold room an icy and dark demeanor. There were students conversing, even though it was past midnight on a Wednesday. Pansy was among them, and when she saw me, she pounced.
"Hi baby, didya come back for some action? My girlfriends here want a little taste of you, you will let them, won't you?" I gave her a fake smile, as she noticed my friend's presence. "Oh, and Blaise," she said with venom, "there are some men here who might want you."
"Ouch, Pansy!" Blaise said with mock pain, his hand over his heart as if he'd been fatally wounded, "That was a terrible attempt to insult me. I don't particularly mind having men however, but with that mustache you're sporting, I bet the men that want me, want to look like you." Pansy let go of me, squealed in anger and pain, and ran to her dormitory -- probably to clear herself of the noticeable facial moss that was sprouting.
I walked forward, my eyes gracing the Slytherins I had to endure for years. A group of girls said hello to me, batting their eyes and puffing out their breasts. I smiled at them, my hand wandering carelessly over the bodies they presented to me. I believe I may borrow one or three of them for the night. But one of them caught most of my attention. She had silky, long sable hair and dark ebony eyes that made her look like a vixen in the darkness. She smiled and winked at me, and I made my way towards her coyly, encircling my prey.
"Hello sweetheart," I said grabbing her wrists and giving her a little smirk as I lifted her hand to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss, then a small stinging love bite as I mumbled against her skin, "what's your name?"
"Ivy," she replied in a flirtatious and smooth voice, gently trying to pull away as her breath shook. She's probably heard stories of me. Yeah, those things go around, and some people hate me for it. Some want to be me. I let go of one of her hands and pulled out the letter from my pocket.
"D'you know where I find the person in charge of this?" I asked her, showing her the note. She pointed, with her free hand, to the corner where a couple seemed to be sucking face. There was a really thin mousy boy, with brown hair, and a rather chubby blond, their body entwined in a death trap of lust. His hand seemed to be up her shirt as he squeezed her breasts, his tongue rather obviously pushing its way down her throat. His name was Malcolm, he had been in all of my classes, and we'd show each other the common courtesy and support Slytherins are expected to share with other Slytherins, but we never really met. I made my way towards him, and tapped his shoulder. He looked around with irritation and saw that it was me he was glaring at. The look diminished instantly.
"Yeh?" he asked dazedly as the girl started to kiss his neck.
"I had some questions concerning this." I showed him the letter and his eyes widened with understanding.
"Oh, oh, yeh. Get off," he pushed the girl off and led me to a sofa, where the girl followed on hands and knees and sat down on her knees next to his feet. "Where's your, eh, buddy? Blaze, is it?"
"Blaise. He's, ah, busy, I guess we could say." I smirked, "But listen, why is Blaise invited to this meeting, isn't it confidential? To all Death Eater's heirs? I mean, Blaise's family helped greatly with the financial stuff to the Dark Lord, but honestly, can we boost him to a JDE? I mean, he's not being drafted, is he?" Our voices were low and in whispers.
"Well, yah haffta understand, mate, that these orders came from the Dark Lohrd himself! Or someone under the Dark Lohrd. Yah, see? I have no power, I'm only a messenger." His hands ran through his pet's hair. I refer to her as a pet because, ideally, that's what these whores were. Not all Slytherin females were like this, but a man has to have something to look forward to when coming to such a lowly school like Hogwarts. These women were either slutty from birth, or they were pressured to be this whorish. It wasn't as if the men decided it. Though, it is pretty obvious that men had a higher role in everything when they were Slytherins. Not like in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, where the women were equals, oh no. Men simply had more power. Slytherins were more conservative in this subject. Actually, Slytherins are pretty conservative in most all subjects. Except murder and rape. Those two should be legalized. "Yeh see," Malcolm continued, "I don't know what the meetin's abou'. It's too dangeruss tah have anyone know it till the proper day, I s'ppose. But, I don' think yer friend'll get drafted, see. Cause, the Dark Lohrd isn't needin' anyone yet. If he did, where d'ya think we'd be, hmm? Here? Enjoy'in our whores? No! We'd be fightin'! For the Dark Lohrd himself!" He paused for effect, "But I tell ya, if he were to be recruitin' already, it wouldn' be here."
"But there was no time, or place mentioned," I told Malcolm.
"Yeh, but it'll be here. It seems like an important mission, havin' to do with Potter I'm sure, but it'll be here." He said, "There'll be another letter comin' with that exact infermation, alright?" He pulled the hair of his blonde toy, and kissed her eager mouth.
"I have one last question, actually." Malcolm looked at me and nodded.
"Why are you the head now? I mean, I was." Malcolm looked down at his whore. I used to be the head of this group. I used to receive the information about the meetings, and I was made to send the letters. As you might have imagined, this was not a Princess Pony Club; JDE was Junior Death Eaters, the title chosen by the Dark Lord himself, who thought it humorous to refer to us as 'Juniors'.
"I apologize, mate," Malcolm paused and looked at my face cautiously, "but I think it's cause of yer dad." I nodded. Understandable. Your father spends mostly all of his life standing up for you. He's thrown in jail for you, and dies for you. Sure. Let's throw his son out of the loop too. Quite fair.
"Alright," I said with gritted teeth, "well, thank you."
"No problem, and don't let your friend worry, it's nothing." I nodded and shook Malcolm's hand, got up from the black leather sofa, and looked for Blaise.
"Can we rent some?" Blaise asked, looking over a group of skimpy girls.
"Aren't you curious about your future? You know, the whole 'note' problem?" I asked him, winking at Ivy who was staring at me with curiosity at the air of authority that followed me everywhere. I knew I was brilliant.
"Oh, yeah," he said, snapping out of the trance that the sirens had cast. "What happened?"
"Well, I'm not sure exactly, we're supposedly going to get another letter," I paused and stretched my stiff body, "it's doubtful that you're being recruited. Seldom does that happen so soon."
"Oh, right. But," Blaise said with a grin, and I had a feeling he hadn't heard a thing I had said, "can we celebrate with girls?" I sighed and nodded, beckoning Ivy towards me. Blaise approached the group of girls, "Which one of you are virgins?" The faces of the girls fell, but a few hands started poking at the bronze haired girl in the middle of the mini-brothel. Her hair was wavy and long, fell to her back, and she looked like a 6th year, the same year Ivy seemed to be in. Blaise smiled warmly at her as her "friends" pushed her forward, sacrificing the little one so the rest of the herd would remain safe.
"Hello, doll. What can I call you?" She stammered and stood up.
"My... my name is Angelina." She whispered softly, not meeting his eyes. Fresh meat, Blaise's favorite.
"Calm down, Lina, I won't bite. You don't mind that I call you Lina, right?" Blaise asked and the girl shook her head as Blaise's eyes met mine. "Let's go."
I grabbed Ivy's hand as she looked up at me, "Where're we going?" she asked, biting her lip, pretending to look innocent. I saw right through it.
"Shh! Granger's probably sleeping." I said as I opened the door of my bedroom as the girls and Blaise filed in. Then I heard Granger's door open, and she stood in her doorway, looking disoriented as her eyes fell on me. Go back to bed.
"Did you just get in?" She asked me as I smirked.
"How's that any of your business, Granger?"
"You woke me up," she said, and I noticed her face was flushed, and a part of her cheek had the pattern of a folded robe sleeve, her lips were swollen and pink and her eyes were glossy. She looked young and luscious. We stared at each other, without words, and I gave a fake smile.
"Well, as much as I would love chatting with you, I'm afraid I'm rather, oh," I fake yawned, "rather tired, see? Best be off!"
I chuckled, turned on my heel, slammed the door on her surprised and confused face, then pounced on Ivy.
Hermione Granger, September 3rd 1997
It's around 2 AM, and it sounds as if Malfoy is having a party. I keep hearing girls giggle and random things being thrown against walls. I'm almost finished with my Mythology book -- memorizing it I mean. I'm very excited for this new term, the new class, and a new teacher! Mythology had been only a rumor for a few terms now, but finally it was here, and I was enrolled. An Advanced History of Magic, only for Seventh Years.
What was that? Was that a cry? Is he hurting a girl?
Ignore it, Hermione. Just ignore it.
Draco Malfoy, September 3rd 1997
I think I'll keep her. Ivy. She was great, naughty with an air of faux innocence. I fucked Ivy four times last night. I love our lifestyle. We're a sadistic bunch, with the women having to pretend to at least act masochistic. It's an old life, we're conservative, we're against inter-blood relationships, and full homosexuality - no problem with bisexuality, we're against everything liberal basically! And if you don't believe that we're sadistic, why do you think Blaise chose a virgin? He had her crying last night. First he made her calm, and made her trust him then, out of nowhere, pounded her, splitting her open. He didn't stop, even as she was hitting her tiny fists against his chest. It was rather gruesome. He's not going to be able to get Granger. There are small glimpses of cruelty in his eyes sometimes, worse that I usually have. Well, what can you expect? We're practically Death Eaters in the making. Though Blaise isn't, he acts like it. After he came in her the first time, he held her close and kissed her until she was quiet and calm again. Sheer brilliant, that kid.
Not that I was watching or anything. But when she cried out, Ivy and I were startled and fascinated. Ivy. I sighed. She made me quiver with pleasure. I smiled at her sleeping naked body. I sat up, crawled on top of her, one leg on each side of her, and pushed my cock into her. When she started to stir, I put my hand firmly on her mouth. When she was fully aware of the situation, the first look in her eyes were of fear which I drank in and pushed into her hard as she squeaked a little. I felt her grow wet around me, and when she started enjoying it, I replaced my hand with my lips, choking her with my slithering tongue. I pumped in an out of her, until her dark clouded eyes rolled back into her head.
Hermione Granger, September 3rd 1997
I got out of my room this morning to meet Draco Malfoy with a pretty black haired girl. She seemed to have lost her clothing, and had only a blanket to shield her body, but Malfoy's hand had seemed to have disappeared. I cleared my throat, and the girl jumped. Malfoy smirked, and I saw his hand go in deeper, as the girl squealed.
"Malfoy," I saw their heads snap towards me, "what year is she?"
"Sixth Year," he answered calmly, looking at her with a smile.
"That's illegal, you know."
"What is? Comforting a poor, lost, lonely girl?" I ignored this.
"Does she need clothing?" Malfoy turned to his new pet.
"Do you need clothing?" He asked her with a smile. She turned to me.
"I'd rather have to run around naked than wear the Gryffindor robes of a filthy mudblood," the girl replied. I smiled kindly, extracted my wand, pointed it to her, and whispered.
"Dymorpheum."
Draco Malfoy, September 3rd 1997
Bloody fuckin' hell. Was this woman made to make my life hell? The gorgeous girl who can get my attention for 3 seconds says one little insult to Granger, and the bitch has to make contort her. I can't even look at Ivy anymore, let alone ever want to touch her. Granger's little incantation, though not very long-living, distorts Ivy to look as if her skin is bloated and blotched, making her look like a bucket of skin pasted and carved from jelly. She could get in serious trouble if I ratter her out. Though we both knew Granger's word was a thousand times more valid than mine could ever be.
I pointed to the door as I looked away from Ivy, my eyes on the mudblood. I heard a cry and the portrait slam as Ivy stormed out. Granger chased her till the portrait hole, "come back, I'll reverse it!"
"Don't bother, it only lasts 3 minutes," I shrugged.
"I know that, Malfoy." Her voice was shrill with irritation. I sighed.
"Oh Granger, Granger, Granger. Why do you always ruin my fun?" I asked her and rested my feet on the coffee table.
"Because you had a Sixth Year running around naked in our common room?" She had her arms folded and her foot tapping to a steady rhythm, her hand running through her hair. She was nervous.
"You liar!" I said with mock drama and all, already recovering from the incident, "she wore a blanket!"
"That's enough, I'm going to breakfast, and you should be grateful I'm not reporting this," how posh of her. Attacking my one-use girl then blaming me?
"You should be grateful I haven't sabotaged anything, or murdered you in your sleep, mudblood." Personally, I think the death of Granger would be well worth life in Azkaban. But I didn't feel like dealing with Dumbledore. Granger let out a well fitting laugh.
"Oh, Malfoy, do not flatter yourself. Your skills don't meet half of mine." I stared out her with hate. I calmly, swiftly stood up, feet away from her.
"Are you challenging me, mudblood?" I whispered with hatred.
"Do not call me that, you arrogant arse!" I took angry strides towards her.
"How dare you talk to me like that," my hands found their way to her neck, I was holding her throat in my palm but I wasn't squeezing, "You are nothing compared to me." There was genuine fear in her eyes. She was pounding her fists against me, her wand on the floor. "You are filth."
I can't tell you what happened next. I don't know what sparked it; it could have been the fact that she was shaking in my hands from utter fear of me, or the fact that I wanted to affect and mutilate her mind so terribly that I did the one unforgivable act anyone could do to their enemy. In the midst of all the passionate hatred, I let go of her throat and pushed my face into hers, our lips locking. Her nails dug into my chest, and my hands were holding her shoulders, keeping her from moving. The kiss was forceful, hungry, a power play in the middle of a war. Quickly my mind registered.
What was I doing? What had I done?
I dropped her, and by letting her go she fell to the floor on her knees. She was shocked and bewildered. Her eyes searching for something. I'm sure she was thinking what I was. 'Where did this come from?', 'Is he/Am I crazy?', etc.
I looked at her, breathing heavily, and ran my hand through my hair with a nervous shift of my feet. Perhaps I was possessed by someone. I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say. Then it came, the only logical thing to say after such an affair: "Don't tell Blaise." And with that, I quickly stormed out of the Head's Rooms.
In the end, I truly don't know where it came from or why I did it. All I know is that, for a second, she kissed me back.
AN: I'd like to protect my own skin right now. Draco's mind is his own, and if I really knew him, his beliefs and my beliefs would not mesh very well.
Okay, okay, I understand. You's sitting there, going "WTF!? D00D Th3y JUST KI553D!"...by the way, I don't know leet speak. Is it l33t? Whatever. Okay, so don't hate me. I know, I know, out of character. The people who read and are like, "Where is the love?" are probably happy, but exhausted to wait so long to get there. And the people who enjoy the gradual romance building will be like, "WTF, that's not in character!". Well, no. It's not. Sorry. But, I promise that you won't hate me come next chapter. Well, I hope you won't. Trust me? They're not just going to get hitched. There will be somewhat of a growth, and I think that Blaise has a lot to do with it. Trust me, there still is a plot, and if you like hot Slytherin men and Hermione in a love triangle, then keep reading. Why am I asking you for permission! actually, I need you to love me, so I can keep getting lovely reviews. Keep reviewing! Make me happy.
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