AN: the POV will only change during every 5th chapter or so in order to keep the identity of the person incognito. However, feel free to guess all you like. ;-)

Warning: Mature Content

Chapter 5 - I - IV

These are fantastic tits. Perhaps the best I've ever seen. I should be carefully calculating my next move, but in all honesty, I'm distracted by these tits. They're so large and incredibly smooth. If I pinch the nipple just so, they pucker so deliciously. I couldn't resist giving them a gentle tweak. It was a strange sensation to be able to turn myself on. I knew if I didn't stop molesting myself I was never going to get out of my room at the Leaky Cauldron.

I wish my own body was this hot. I wonder what it would feel like to shag looking like this. Would my tits bounce? Would my orgasms be more intense? Well, no sense in waiting to find out. It was almost time to meet him anyway. I mean, I knew he wasn't the best looking wizard, but perhaps with a bit of instruction, it could be a satisfying liaison. He wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off me. Hell, I could barely keep my eyes off me.

I found myself rifling through my luggage, searching for the perfect dress. I didn't normally wear dresses but this was a different sort of occasion. I mean, it's not as if I looked like me. I settled on a short, slinky, sequined red dress. It barely covered my bum and pressed my magnificent tits to the bursting point. I slipped on the tiniest pair of knickers before stepping into a pair of gold heels. Gryffindor colours; yes that would definitely turn his head. I let the long blonde hair cascade down my back before kohling my eyes. The colour hadn't changed much, still your basic brown but I wanted to stand out. I wanted him to come to me. Things were so much easier if they came to me. He wouldn't be any different.

I could feel the multitude of eyes on me when I walked down the stairs into the pub, but ignored them all. I didn't have time for dalliances with drunken wizards. I had a party to get to after all. When I stepped out into Muggle London I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't understand it; not really, it's not as if I would be recognised. It was a short walk to the club and I hoped he hadn't arrived yet. If he had, I hadn't quite worked out how I would manage to get inside. Sure, it was a wizarding club. Nox of all things, but this event was by invitation. I, most definitely, wasn't invited.

I could see him, just half a block away no less and my heart started to pound. What if I couldn't go through with this? Maybe it wasn't the best idea I've ever had. He was a famous Quidditch player and I was just, well I was just me. Tonight however, I was an incredibly sexy blonde aching for him. I'd get him. He'd be mine, if only for a little while.

I hurried my pace, as his entourage slowed, as if to push past them and stumbled. He reached for me as I fell, just as I hoped he would. His muscular arm slid around me, grasping my hip as my tits crushed into his chest.

"Allo, lovely. Be a terrible thing if a lass such as you were injured." I smiled, parting my red lips as my tongue flicked over my top lip.

"Thank you." I pulled away from him with a quick nod as if I wanted to continue on my way, but his hands held firm at my waist and I knew I had him.

"Don't rush away dearie, come with me now. 'Tis a bit of a celebration. Can I buy you a drink then?" He wiggled his dark eyebrows at me with an easy smile. He really was quite a good looking man. I had forgotten.

"I don't even know your name." I laughed lightly as I lied. You'd have to live under a fucking rock not to know who he was, but I knew just how to lure him in.

I let him lead me into the darkened night club, toward the 'reserved' booth in the back. The moment he was seated beside me, his hand was on my thigh, his lips on my neck. He thrust a glass filled with a bubbly pink drink into my hands and I downed it.

"Oliver. My name's Oliver. And you lass?" His long fingers tickled the inside of my knee, practically begging me to part my legs.

I scooted away from him, just a tad before leaning in. I wanted his attention on my ample display of cleavage and I wasn't disappointed. He swallowed, panting slightly when I took a deep breath. I knew the crest of my breast was tantalizing him with the barest glimpse of a blush peak.

"Susannah." I sidled into his side, my hand on his thigh as he removed his wizard robes. I inched up the hem of my dress, spreading my knees slightly. His arm came around me slowly, brushing the side of my breasts through the light material.

It seemed Oliver wasn't wasting any time. He wanted me and he wanted me bad as was evidenced by the prominent bulge of his slacks. The flickering lights over our booth were a distraction, yet kept Oliver from shagging me in the club. When the waitress came over with a plethora of drinks he smiled and whispered something into her ear. She nodded and instantly we were cast into darkness.

"Nox is a bloody good club. They take care of me here." Oliver whispered while nibbling my earlobe. I was unaccustomed to the instant dampening of my minuscule knickers, and the light pants escaping plump lips. If I wasn't careful I could lose control. My thoughts wound up clouded and completely muddled in the pitch black. Perhaps I could succumb, just once.

"This is all...very fast." I managed to sputter with his fingers in my hair, his lips attacking my neck. He peppered kisses along my throat, across the top of my cleavage and I moaned. His hand ran down the front of my dress until he reached my thighs. He pushed my legs open farther, stroking up the insides of my thighs as my breath came in quiet gasps.

"I like it fast." Oliver fingered the lace of my knickers, shoving it aside as he stroked me. "You like it fast too, dirty girl. So wet." He slipped a finger inside and my hips bucked of their own accord.

I was at his mercy; it wasn't supposed to be this way. He stroked slowly and I could feel his eyes on me, even though I couldn't see a thing. My eyes hadn't adjusted to the pitch, but my body felt as though it were on fire. He added another finger, thrusting faster as he brushed against my throbbing bundle of nerves. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe. He slid down the top of my dress, exposing my fantastic tits to the hot night club air. He suckled my nipples, tugging them lightly with his teeth. I slid back in the booth, ignoring the thump of my head against the wall, focusing instead on my intense arousal. Oliver stopped suddenly and chuckled.

"I don't...why did.." I couldn't formulate a proper thought. I was completely focused on the throbbing between my legs. It took all of my self control not to reach between my own folds and bring my own release.

"Take off your knickers."

"Here?" For some reason I felt indignant. Sure, the entire reason I was there was for his seduction, but I never thought it would be in the middle of a bloody night club.

"No one can see us." Oliver gave the table a bit of a shove before pulling me to my feet.

He spun me toward the table and shimmied my dress up to my waist. He wrenched my soaked knickers down my ankles and bent me over the table. I expected to hear the drop of a belt buckle and the sliding of a zipper. Instead it was his hands, apparently exploring my semi-nudity.

"Cor, you're bloody flawless. Lose the dress, lass." I didn't like feeling powerless, but there was something about being ordered around which I found incredibly sexy. I felt his hands on the small zipper before I could even reply and I was naked. Completely naked, pressed against a cold table, in the middle of a night club.

"Stand up now, turn around." Oliver slapped my arse before turning me over. He yanked me onto his lap and instantly squeezed my breasts. He pinched and pulled my nipples until I was writhing on his lap.

"There...there was something...in that drink.." I wanted to stop myself from responding, but I couldn't. Everything felt as if I were in heaven. I couldn't stop. I didn't want too and I knew Oliver had spiked my drink.

"Of course, lass. Just relax." Oliver pushed his tongue into my mouth, with one hand gripping my thigh, the other plunging back into me as I bucked against him. He sat me on the table and I could feel myself falling backward. I could feel myself lose control and I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't stop his fingers from groping my breasts. I couldn't stop his tongue from invading my deep recesses. I couldn't stop the body binding, screaming orgasm course through me and I didn't want too, which made me hate him just a little bit more.

The world wouldn't be missing a bloody thing once I rid it of Oliver Wood.

I barely remembered fucking him in the bloody booth, but I knew I had. Somehow we wound up back at his flat. He had me bent over a ridiculously large piano and he pounded into me.

"You're magnificent, lass. Might just have to keep you around a bit." Oliver laughed then, giving me another slap. It took every ounce of self control to keep from hexing him into oblivion. With a strangled groan, he finished, collapsing on top of me.

"You do this often then?" I managed to keep the disgust from my voice and I was grateful he couldn't see my face.

"Didn't used to, but one particular lass gave me a bit of trouble. Bit of a prude really. Figured this was much easier. Never have to come home alone." Oliver laughed while he extricated himself and sauntered toward his kitchen completely starkers.

"She wouldn't shag you then?" I shimmied into my red dress, watching the flicker of a frown cross Oliver's features.

"Cor, no. She doesn't shag. Frustrating really. She's a good lass though, just not the one for me." Oliver shrugged, finishing a glass of water.

"Shame."

"Eh, enough talk o' that. Listen. There's a party for Yule. We're hosting some of the Bulgarians. If you're a good lass, I'll introduce you to Viktor Krum." Now my curiosity was piqued. Two birds with one stone? This was more than I hoped for. I wouldn't have to go searching for the bastard; he was coming right to me.

"Does he like a bit of fun too?" I was probably pushing my luck, but I was so close, I had to try, didn't I?

I had my list. It was compiled. He was going to pay. They were all going to pay. It was all their fault. More his, than anyone's but hurting them would hurt him. He deserved it. It wasn't fair that he could go along with his life while mine was in complete shambles. If he hadn't...no, I couldn't think about that now.
I couldn't believe I was reduced to this, not really. I could have been happy. I could have had the life I always wanted. The life I bloody well deserved.

I was happy. I had a good life. It wasn't the life I thought I would have, but it was good. John used to say that bad things happen to good people. I didn't want to think about him. It hurt too much. Did it mean I was a good person? I mean, I most assuredly wasn't now, but at one time, perhaps I was.

I had toyed around with some Muggles, trying to perfect everything. I knew the Ministry hadn't a bloody clue what was going on, but that was nothing new really. I doubt they'd been able to put the pieces together. It didn't matter really, they were just practice.

Getting Krum on the other hand, well, everything would have to be perfect for that. There really wasn't a reason for deciding on Oliver. He hadn't had much to do with anything, except her. He dated her. Hurting her was hurting him. I only had half a dozen names on my list. I'd have to do better than that, but sometimes it was so hard to think. I didn't want to hurt my friends. They weren't really my friends anymore, but they were at one time. I didn't want to hurt anyone, but I couldn't let him get away with it. He had to pay. It was his fault my love was taken from me.

I wonder how difficult it would be to reconnect with my old friends. They'd ask questions, but I was becoming such a good little liar. They'd never guess. I knew they thought I was weak. Maybe I am weak, maybe in the end, I'll join John and...no, mustn't think of him.

They haven't found Marietta yet, nor Michael, for that matter. I wonder how long it will take them. I'd bet my last Knut they'll have that know-it-all bint doing the research.

I hate her. Not as much as him, but just enough to want to cause her pain. I wonder if she enjoyed my little surprise on that tomb. I suspect she didn't have a bloody clue she'd have to decipher the runes properly in order to open the enclosure. It wasn't that difficult, not really. I mean, she's been trying to prove her worth in the wizarding world since we were children. I bet she never thought of something as simple as a Muggle memory game. John taught me when...no, not yet. It was a simple game though, I always enjoyed it. Match the pictures. I thought it was incredibly easy. The runes I enchanted over the opening were numerals for Circe's sake. I honestly thought she was smarter than that. The explosion was an oversight. I didn't mean for it to be as large as it was. If she had been killed, my game would have ended entirely too soon, which would have been a pity.

"Oliver, dear." I hadn't heard a bloody word he'd been saying. Didn't care to really.

"C'mere, love!" He smiled and for a moment I felt a twinge of guilt, but I didn't have time for such things.
I was so thankful I'd remembered to take Marietta's wand. I don't know what I would have done if I had forgotten it. I knew I couldn't risk using my own wand, especially if I was planning on repairing relationships.

"Imperio."

I was practically giddy with excitement. I wondered how long it would take them to find Marietta. Though, in retrospect, I did hide her well. If I had to guess, I'd bet on them finding Viktor and Oliver first. They are pretty prominent people as far as Quidditch is concerned. Of course, if they found the bodies out of order it would take them that much longer to decipher the runes.

"Susannah! Please!" I found myself laughing. It wasn't often two burly Quidditch players resorted to begging.

I couldn't believe how easy it was to force Oliver to owl Viktor. You'd think after spending years at Hogwarts with the threats of Voldemort and Dark Magic, learning beside Harry Potter, he'd have managed to learn how to throw off curses. Ridiculous really. I would say he'd rue the day, but he wouldn't live long enough. Happy Christmas!

Lazily I flicked my wand, Silencing them easily. They were huddled together, naked of course, and terrified. I didn't want to hear them begging and pleading. Sometimes they'd attempt to offer me money to release them with promises to never tell. Of course they were lying. I could see it in Viktor Krum's angry Bulgarian eyes.

I really needed to configure the perfect runes to mar their bodies. Marietta and Michael were more personal than any of the others on my list. I didn't bother with anything beyond a singular rune expressing exactly what I thought of them.

I don't really have opinions when it comes to Viktor and Oliver. They're subtle victims. They're the beginning of my message.

"Krum. Come along now." I was really going to miss this fantastic body.

I smoothed my hands over my short black skirt and popped a few buttons on my short sleeve white blouse, just to get Viktor's attention. He definitely wasn't the smartest wizard I'd ever come across, which surprised me really. I'd heard such good things about Durmstrang after all. It amused me to watch Viktor stand from his crouch, his hands covering his necessities before following me from the darkened room.

Oliver and Viktor learned there was nowhere for them to go after I allowed them a glimpse of the great outdoors. Miles and miles of snow covered trees and mountains. No one knew this little cabin even existed. Of course they wouldn't. John's mother had left it to him in her will. I wondered if he'd be angry with me. I suppose in a way I was desecrating his family dwelling, but it was for a good cause.

I only took my eyes off him for a moment, but that's all it took. Viktor knocked my wand out of my hand and slammed me into the wall. I couldn't see where it had landed, but I had bigger problems. Most women probably wouldn't mind the hulking Bulgarian pressing his nude body against theirs, but they hadn't held him prisoner for a handful of days.

"For vot do you do this?" Viktor's English had managed to improve slightly since the last time I saw him, but it still made me shudder.

I almost laughed when I felt his body react to my shudder. He wasn't any different than any other man. I was scared but not terrified. Sure, he had the upper hand for the moment, but I didn't expect that to last long.

"Viktor," I purred rubbing my bum against him. "Do you really want to talk?" I wasn't looking for another sexual escapade. I'd had my fill with Oliver Wood as much as it turned my stomach. I simply needed to distract him so I could find my wand.

Apparently, Viktor had other ideas. He fisted my blonde hair as split my shirt completely in half. I knew he was strong, but I honestly hadn't any idea he was that strong or fast.

"No Viktor! Don't shag the bitch! Kill her! Get us out of here!" Oliver shrieked from the confines of his cell while rattling the bars.

I knew better than to fight against the Bulgarian. He shredded my skirt and chuckled darkly when I was wearing nothing but my bra and knickers. He maintained his unrelenting hold on my hair and dragged me toward Oliver.

The cold steel of the bars chaffed my exposed skin and I held my breath. I should have been more careful, I knew better. I had been trained for exactly these sorts of situations, but I got cocky.

"You fuck Wood?" His gruff voice growled in my ear and I wanted to be stubborn. He slammed me into the bars when I didn't answer until I finally nodded my head. He grunted and dragged me from the room. I didn't understand why Oliver had remained silent. He had simply sat there scowling at me in silence.

When he threw me into the table, I tried to run. I scrambled to my feet, searching the corners of the room for my wand. Viktor laughed, catching me about the waist easily and slamming me onto the table.

"We share." This wasn't part of my plan. I had no intention of fucking Viktor Krum. It wasn't necessary, he'd already been lured to my presence and yet here I was being pinned by the throat to the table I had acquired for nefarious means.

Viktor's meaty hand squeezed my throat, applying copious amounts of pressure every time I moved. He stripped me of my knickers while leering at me. I should have been furious and felt violated, but it wasn't as if I hadn't done worse. I had murdered people, what was a little rough sex in comparison to that?

He bruised my thighs, my hips, my breasts and my throat, but I knew I could conceal such things. It was pointless to struggle. He shoved into me so hard I almost saw stars. I didn't mind the way he stretched me or the burn of his thrusts. He slapped me a few times expecting me to scream, but I didn't. Viktor was earning his own death; he just didn't know it yet.

When he finished, he stupidly collapsed on top of me with a grunt and fell asleep of all things. He never bothered to look for my wand or any wand. No wonder she dumped him. Viktor Krum is an idiot. It took me almost an hour to work my way out from underneath him, bloody heavy bastard, but it worked out alright. I crouched on the floor, scouring it for my wand and almost shrieked in glee when I spied it near the back door. No wonder I couldn't find it. It blended so well with the walls and the floor, I was lucky to have spotted it at all.

"Enneverate." It wasn't necessary, but I didn't want to touch him. Viktor snorted awake, glowering at my wand.

"For vot you do this?" He was a man of simple words. I'd much prefer him as a man of no words and I'd have my wish soon enough.

"You wouldn't understand, not really." I gestured toward the large wooden table in the middle of the room. It was the only piece of furniture in the room. Viktor sat on the edge of the table warily.

"Try."

"No, Viktor, I don't think I will. I've given this a lot of thought. Incarcerous." Viktor didn't struggle against his bonds, even as I pushed him flat onto the table. I waved my wand, keeping my dark eyes trained on Viktor. I had to do the last bit as me. Sure, I could have kept up the Glamour, but I wanted him to know, wanted them all to know, it was me.

"You! I know you!" He struggled then and I smiled sadly.

"No, you don't. Not really. Avada Kedavra."

It didn't take me long to carve into his body. I felt it was better to mutilate them after death. Sure, I wanted them dead, but I didn't want them to suffer overly much. I imagine his family wouldn't consider this the best present for the holidays, but it couldn't wait.

"You bitch! You killed him!" I could hear Oliver bellowing from the other room. For a moment I wondered how he'd managed to release the Silencing Charm but I was unfocused, of course it lifted.
I refused to allow Oliver to disrupt me. I was almost done. I didn't even require the numerous books anymore. I had memorised them.

John would have been proud. He so loved to spend our holidays here. We'd sit in front of the fire, whispering on the tatty sofa before opening presents. I miss his kisses. I miss the feel of skin against mine. I miss his laughter. I can't imagine my life without him and yet here I am.

"Merlin! It's...you! How could ya?" Oliver burst into the room, his eyes wide as he took in my natural form before his eyes flicked toward Viktor. I wasn't planning on killing them both today. Damn Oliver Wood and his bloody hero complex.

"Avada Kedavra!" Oliver Wood stared without seeing before falling to the ground. I shrugged before returning to Viktor. I wasn't finished with him yet.

I loved flying above the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. It was so liberating. I missed it dearly. I didn't think I'd ever return to Hogwarts, yet there wasn't a better place to leave Oliver. He belonged on the Quidditch pitch of Hogwarts.

Viktor on the other hand was a bit more difficult. I didn't want to just dump him anywhere. It had to be someplace special. I had decided Bulgaria was definitely out of the equation, but considering the rune I had carved into his chest, the place I had finally chosen was quite poetic. At least it was to me and that's what meant the most.

I wondered how long it would take for them to be found. I wondered how long it would take the Golden Boy to put all the pieces together. I assumed she would discover the connections first, she always was brilliant. I'd heard she was a bit mental after the war and that could work in my favour. Perhaps she'd be so distracted by her own issues; I would be able to exact my revenge unto completion. That was a deliciously wonderful thought.

The weather was quite blustery and it was the middle of a holiday break from school. Just as I let a small smile grace my glamoured features, the sounds of screams wafted up to me and a sense of peace settled over me.

It had begun.