Title: Bounty Hunter II: Black and White
Chapter Title: More Wrong
Author: Snippy of Snippy and Snarky
Pairing: H/D, Hr/SS, L/G (other pairings added as story continues))
Disclaimer: HP & Co NOT MINE – don't sue.
Synopsis: Note: Disregard sixth book as the first Bounty Hunter was written before it came out, and does not incorporate its plots and character arcs. The struggle between shades of grey is enough to tear a hero in two. . .
Rating: Mature, R, Adult – rated for language, explicit sexual situations and violence – reader discretion is advised. Not intended for underage readers.
A/N's: Ok, so the first scene is very dark, sexual and intense. Read with caution, or skip entirely, if you are uncomfortable or underage!!! And don't worry, the H/D scenes are coming.
Peace, love and a couple of sarcastic snakes!
Ginny walked into her private rooms behind the medical wing, the door slamming behind her, and screamed. Every piece of glass in the small apartment shattered, sending splintery glass through the air. The glass bit at her skin, ripping small tears in her skin that leaked black liquid. In the next instant, the glass retracted and pieced itself back together. Ginny waved a hand over her face impatiently, feeling the itch of skin knitting back together.
"Who the hell is little Miss Muffet?" She yelled to the open room. It had to be a clue. Divination sorts like that pale Vates twit always left little hints like that.
Dropping to her knees, she curled inward, her thoughts racing. Hallows, hallows, hallows…where had she seen that word? Ah yes, Lucius' personal library. She smiled slowly. She would find the answers to the puzzle, she would figure out how to fix Harry. And then, then everyone would listen to her, appreciate her new talents. She stood, stretching and feeling new magic crouching inside her like some kind of large, feral cat.
With a loud pop, she Apparated to Malfoy Manor, easily passing the wards. She found her blond lover sitting before the fire, a glass of brandy his constant companion. She felt the first stirrings of arousal, at the inevitable battle of wills to come.
"Got through the wards, I see." Lucius regarded her with a raised eyebrow. "Learned some new tricks, have you?"
"You could say that." Ginny stepped closer. "I need to borrow a book."
"Another book?" He smiled, knowing that she was fully aware of what was coming, that she had an insatiable need to submit to him, to be punished. "That might cost you."
Slowly, she raised her hands to the buttons of her shirt and began undoing them. He watched her as she removed the rest of her clothing, waiting until she stood before him, completely naked. He regarded her vulnerable body, his face a mask of cold indifference.
She met his eyes. "I live to serve."
"On your knees, little Weasley," he commanded, coldly. Her face burning with shame, she dropped to her knees. "Crawl to me."
Lucius sipped his brandy as she crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, her bare breasts swinging with her motions. Ginny stared up at him, humiliation flooding her, and with it the heated wetness between her thighs that exposed her excitement at this treatment, the way she liked the cold, disregarding look on his face, the way her own excitement shamed her further, and fueled her desire higher.
She knelt before him, just in front of his knees. He drew his wand, and she flinched. Laughing softly, Lucius trailed the tip of it over her lips and down her chin. With an expert flick, he summoned a large ottoman from across the room. The velvet lined furniture bumped softly into her bare ass as it came to rest.
"Move around to the other side. Lay back, put your hands behind you, on the floor," Lucius directed. His eyes took in the signs of excitement in her movements, in the flushing of her skin, and the knowledge seemed to gleam inside his eyes like burning coals.
Crawling backwards, she did as he asked. As she settled back, her head hung slightly off the end furthest from where Lucius sat. She bent her knees and her elbows, placing both her feet and hands flat on the carpet at either end of the footstool. Lucius's knees almost touched the ottoman next to her trembling stomach, her feet positioned on his left, her head on his right.
"That's good, little slut." He continued to sit, trailing his wand over her bare skin. He circled the tip of a hardened nipple, tapping it sharply and watching it redden with satisfaction. "Spread your legs."
Ginny complied, moaning softly. She desperately wanted for him to touch her, but his continued refusal to do so, his impersonal directions, the cold gaze in his eyes was taking her arousal to a fever pitch. She needed this. Needed to be degraded by him, so she could face the world around her, be worthy of those she encountered. She needed to pay for the dark power that was building inside her, to clean it and make it okay for her to use it.
He ran the wand down her stomach, to the apex of her thighs. "Spread these, too. One hand."
Shaking, she lifted a hand and parted the glistening folds of her pussy for his perusal, hoping for a nod of approval. To her immense pleasure, none was forthcoming. He trailed the tip of his wand around her swollen clit, waiting for her breathing to hasten before rapping her clit even more sharply than he had her nipple. Ginny groaned deeply, the pain flashing and then being overwhelmed by pleasure. The tip of the wand was heated and vibrated and Lucius repeated the motions several times. She could smell her own arousal, knew that Lucius could as well.
Lucius ignored the pleading in her eyes, shining his nails on the lapel of his smoking jacket, before sitting back and lighting a cigar.
"What -- ?"
"Shut up, little slave." Lucius snapped, slapping her lightly on the thigh. "Do not speak unless spoken, too. Do not move unless directed. Follow my directions exactly, if you expect to get what you want."
"Yes, Master," she replied automatically. Her limbs were starting to cramp from their strange position, but she held it resolutely, spread before him in every way possible. Her fingers itched to move from where she held her pussy lips apart, to slide down to her clit and relieve the sexual tension he had built there, but she dared not. Not until, not unless he wanted her to.
He blew smoke rings over her body, tilting his head to regard her naked body. He licked his fingertip and swirled it over one nipple, his eyes ignoring her face. He brought the finger down, wiping the wetness off on her flat stomach. He pressed the dry tip of his finger to the raised bump of her clit, and pulled away, creating a scraping sensation as her flesh stuck to him that had her arching up off the ottoman.
"Down," he commanded, as if she were a dog. She obeyed and he rewarded her by repeatedly pressing his finger over her clit, watching her gasp and swallow her cries until he finally pulled the wand away.
Lucius took another puff off his cigar, and tapped the ashes off the end over her navel. Ginny flinched, but the ashes were cool by the time they hit her skin. She fought another moan, as he softly blew them off her flesh.
"I can tell you much you like this, like being my little slave, don't you?" Lucius whispered heatedly. He stood and moved to stand between her legs.
She nodded, shivering from the seductive tone of his voice. Lucius grasped her knees roughly to pull her further down the ottoman, so she no longer rested her weight on her free hand.
"You would do anything I told you, too, wouldn't you, little slut? No matter how degrading?" He smirked. "Answer me."
"Yes, Master," she said meekly.
"Put your hands on your tits." He twirled his wand through his elegant fingers.
Her hands rose to her full breast, covering the reddened nipples with her palms. Ginny looked up at him, her face seeking approval. He nodded. "Do you like touching yourself, little slave?"
"If it pleases you, Master."
"It does. But you can do better." His smile was lethal. "Pinch your nipples."
Ginny complied, softly squeezing her nipples and moaning as pleasure rippled through her. He continued to stare down at her, completely clothed, his eyes lit with desire, but his face twisted as if he was disgusted, a fact that she filled her with desire.
"Harder, little slut." He commanded, puffing on his cigar.
"Yes, Master." She pinched her nipples a little tighter, fighting another moan. Lucius merely rasied one blond eyebrow, unimpressed. She squeezed them harder, to the point of pain. Sensation burned brightly from her breasts down into to her belly and she squired, feeling liquid leak out of her core.
"That's better. Now pull and twist them. I want to see you wince in pain while you squirm, slave." He watched as she eagerly and viciously rolled her nipples in her own fingertips, the blushing peaks purpling slightly with the increased pressure. As he had promised, the feeling spiraled through her, making her squirm more and more.
"Do you want to come?"
"Yes, Master, please!"
"Too bad. Your release is not my concern." He reached down and parted her pussy lips with his fingers. She could feel his gaze like a stroking caress over her clit. "You are not allowed to come until I say so. Understand?"
"Yes, Master!"
"Begging will result in punishment, no matter what happens, is that understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"And you will be seeing to my pleasure over and over again until that happens."
"Thank you, Master!"
Lucius pulled his hand back to slap her clit. "I didn't tell you to speak!"
Ginny swallowed hard, obviously fighting her orgasm, even as she continued to play viciously with her breasts. Lucius layed his wand between her pussy lips, letting the tip of it rest just above her clit. It pulsed, sending warm vibrations that shook her to the core.
Lucius turned his back on her, walking to his private bar. He didn't even look back at her when he commanded, "Suck on your tits."
He took five torturous minutes to fix his drink. Ginny followed his orders the entire time, lifting first one plump and abused breast to her mouth and then the other. She continued to punish the other breast with her free fingers, savoring the pain and the pleasure in turn. She let her lips close over the stiff peaks, swirling her tongue around her over-sensitized flesh and sucking hard. The wand was still pulsing down below and she had no idea how much more she could take, but she felt eager to take it.
When he finally returned, he regarded her for a few minutes. "Merlin, you're a disgrace. How did you ever hide this from everyone?" He paused to sip his drink. "I should do this to you in front of them, expose you for the whore that you are. Would you like that, little slut? To be fucked and degraded in front of all your friends? The venerable Harry Potter, maybe? Would you like for me to show them what you really are?"
Ginny groaned, imagining first just Harry, then Harry, Bane and Draco witnessing her spread eagle and touching herself as Lucius sullied her body and she loved every minute of it.
"Would that humiliate you, little slut?"
"Yes, Master."
"Would you like it?"
"Yes, Master!"
Lucius laughed mockingly. "Bite your nipples as you suck. Hard."
Ginny obeyed, her sharp little teeth rouchly scraping her nipples. She was so close to orgasm, she could barely stand it.
"Stop!" Lucius demanded. She froze, her breast slipping wetly away from her mouth, her hands stilling on her flesh. To her dismay, the wand stopped pulsing, though the weight of it resting over her clit was nearly enough to push her past the brink. She took a few calming breaths, disappointed and frustrated, but secretly elated. There was more coming.
Lucius moved to stand behind her head, and she heard the zipper on his pants being undone. She looked up to see his hard, pale cock bobbing just over her head. He lowered himself, brushing his balls over her face.
Roughly, he reached down and squeezed her jaws with one hand, forcing her mouth wide open, then rudely shoved his balls fully into her mouth. "Suck."
With a hearty moan, Ginny complied. She felt almost as if she might suffocate, her mouth completely filled. She was not allowed the use of her hands to brace any of his, she merely had to accept whatever he wished to do to her face. She loved it.
"Put your fingers inside your pussy. Fuck yourself," he said, his voice harsh. He pulled his balls out of her mouth with a soft pop. Turning so he was straddling her face, he thrust his large cock into her mouth. Lucius drove in and out of her mouth, bumping the head of his erection against the back of her throat over and over. Looking over his shoulder, he watched her hand wander down her stomach, hesitating over the length of his wand still perched between her legs.
"Flip it over, so only the tip touches your clit." She complied, moaning around the dick thrusting between her lips. The wand instantly began pulsing and vibrating lowly, sending delicious pleasure through her. Her other hand moved back and forth between her breasts, deliciously continuing to abuse her nipples, as she drove one finger into her soaking passage.
Lucius slapped her clit again. "I said fingers, little slut." He looked down to see her eyes widen, liking the bulging of her cheeks as she sucked him off. "That'll be three now."
She mumbled some reply, and thrust three fingers deep into her pussy, scissoring them in and out and writhing helplessly. Tears gathered in the corner of Ginny's eyes, shining with fierce pleasure.
As she started to come (without permission, Lucius noted with glee), he pulled out of her mouth, splattering cum down her chin. Stepping away from her as she gasped for breath, he conjured a mirror, suspending it over her naked, debased body, so he could see what he had done to her. His wand was still rudely in between her pussy lips, her swollen breasts were bruised from her own rough treatment of them, and the cum was starting to dry on her chin. She stared at her reflection with something akin to awe.
Lucius smiled. "Get up and go get your book. Then we'll start on your punishment."
Ginny stood up, raising a hand to wipe at her face.
"No, leave it."
Ginny lowered her hand obediently, her eyes already focused on the book she wanted: The Deathly Hallows: Mythology and Truth. She smiled, tasting the saltiness of Lucius' cum caked on her lower lip like frosting, hand already reaching for the tome as she said with a note of triumph in her voice, "Yes, Master."
When she looked back, he was gone.
Lucius pushed open the doors to the Mos Mordre, a seedy little tavern located at the end of Knockturn Alley. He walked to his favorite booth in the back and sat down, feeling at the very top of his game. It had been a long time since a sexual encounter had entranced him so thoroughly. The voraciousness of Ginny Weasley was both compelling and addictive.
"Well, look what the kneazle dragged in. Lucius Malfoy, as I live and breathe."
Lucius looked up, startled to find someone else tucked into his favorite booth. "Hello Severus."
"I thought you were dead."
"You should have known better." Lucius raised a brow at him, before signaling a buxom bar maid to bring him one of whatever Snape was having. He settled his cane across his lap with the quiet grace afforded the extremely wealthy.
"A man can dream." Snape laughed darkly at some private joke as he tossed back the rest of his pint. "How much can dreams hurt?"
"Depends on who's dreaming," Lucius replied. The bar maid put two fresh pints in front of them with a saucy wink. Lucius smirked back at her.
"In vino veritas, my friend." Snape raised his drink in a mocking salute.
Lucius stared down into his drink, his mind on the disturbed little redhead that he had left desecrated in his personal study. He took a hearty swallow. "So how have you been, old boy?"
"So we're going to talk like old school chums now, are we? As if I wasn't violently happy to think you'd been erased from this world for good?" Snape snorted.
"You don't seem to be going anywhere. And really, what does it matter anyway, Sev?" Lucius pointed out, his tone philosophical. "War's done, lost, won – however you see it. And we are old school chums, housemates even. Why not share a drink, remember the distant past and let old grudges die? At least for a night?"
"I'm not going to keep your secrets just because you buy me a drink, Lucius. I'm more than capable of buying my own these days." Severus sighed. "I fully intend to tell all and sundry that you're alive. You'll be lucky if I don't charm a giant arrow to float over your head, pointing at you."
"I am done hiding, or I wouldn't be at a public tavern. I don't want anything from you. I just don't feel like finding a different table." Lucius shifted in his seat. "So what will it be – are you leaving or drinking?"
"Fine." Severus took a long swallow of drink.
"Relax, Sev." Lucius made a vague gesture at the dark, dirty window. "Whatever we are now, we were both Dark Wizards, once. A dark night still suits us, still belongs to us. The past calls when it wants to. The mark is still there." Lucius lifted his sleeve to show the Dark Mark still emblazoned on his skin. "It may not burn, but it doesn't fade."
Snape toasted him with his glass in another mocking salute. "I hoped it would die with that insane bastard, but no, for once in his twisted life, he was right. It's permanent, as he always said it would be."
"Do you remember the day you received the Mark?" Lucius asked idly.
"Yes." Snape eye's darkened with memory, his lips twisting into a wry smile. "And the night after."
"Ah, debauchery and destruction. I had such a hunger for it all, back then." Lucius pulled out two cigars, offering one to Snape. There was a strange twist in his stomach as he compared the night he had shared the celebration of being Marked with the other fresh initiates to the acts he had just inflicted on Ginny Weasley. They had all had a strong hunger for debauchery and destruction then. But he had never met one whose thirst for darkness transcended his own. Until now, until Ginny. It was a little unsettling, but he dismissed the worry from his mind. He was a Malfoy, after all, he could handle a little darkness.
Snape was hunched over his glass, guilt written on his face.
"What is it, Sev? You haven't made your peace with what happened? Or has something else driven you to darkened memory lanes and disreputable bars?" Lucius was somewhat unconcerned with the answer, only asking to be polite.
"Nothing of importance." Snape's scowl deepened.
"Really? How's your little mudblood?" Lucius stared down at his drink to hide his amused smirk.
"Call her that again, old friend," Snape hissed, his hand resting on the pocket hiding his wand.
"Ahh, girl troubles. Ever wonder why they're called the fairer sex?" Lucius shook his head. "Seems like a misnomer to me."
"Change subjects or shut up."
"Manner, manners, Sev." Lucius shook a finger at him. "Perhaps if you were a little more forceful, a little more like your old self, you wouldn't be driven to drink by a little girl."
Severus signaled for another round, replying dismally, "I severely doubt that's the solution to the problem."
"I see. Scared her, did you?" Lucius's question was rueful. He was going to have to go a lot further if he wanted to scare his little slave. "Let me guess, she always had a little crush on the scary Potions professor, and you were always tenting your pants over the way she bent over a cauldron…"
"Lucius," Severus growled.
"But you were a little too rough, and now she doesn't want to let you under her little uniform skirt, right?" Lucius continued mercilessly.
"I didn't scare her," Snape bit out. If anyone was a little freaked out by the intensity of their last encounter, it had been him.
"Oh my." Lucius grinned. "So, the little Gryffindor likes it rough. How interesting. Perhaps I should have paid more visits to my son's dungeon."
Snape straightened, his hand itching to reach for his wand. But the use of magic was not permitted by patrons in this particular tavern, with its particular patronage.
"I would have bent her over my knee, shown you what to do with a girl that wants it that badly." Lucius bared his teeth, predatorily. "Lifted her skirts and demonstrated what a real man can do. Once upon a time, you would have, too."
"I'm warning you, Lucius. You have to leave this bar sometime. And no one will miss you." Snape looked as if he wanted to leave, but he remained.
"So, what's the problem, then? Afraid you can't keep up?" Lucius laughed. "I could give you pointers."
"And what's driven you to drink, Luce?" Snape sat back at last, sneering at him, taking the offensive. "Missing Narcissa?"
"Hardly." Lucius' eyes registered no pain at the reminder of his wife's suicide.
"So, have you found someone gullible enough to fall into your bed, or is it sexual frustration that drove you here?" Snape's eyes drilled into him, searching for the answers. Lucius remembered Snape's skill at Legilemency just in time to keep him from seeking out all the details.
"Oh, I see." Snape smirked. The glimpse into Lucius' recent memories had been scintillating, but had not revealed the identity of whatever tart Lucius was bedding. But her body had been young, supple, flexible. She had spread herself eagerly, offered herself up to him as if he could solve all of her problems. Snape snorted. As if fucking a Malfoy ever solved any problems. "Let me guess, a naïve little strumpet, with too many daddy issues, and very little self esteem. How old is she?"
"Almost as old as yours," Lucius said with a smile.
"Innocent isn't usually your taste," Snape commented.
"Not really hers, either." His voice was slightly self deprecating, but lined with masculine amusement, Lucius confessed, "She's more than a match for me."
"Someone more depraved than you? I'm in shock."
"You really would be." Lucius smirked again. This odd semi-reminiscing had reminded him of who exactly he was, what he had done. Some men would not be proud of such past actions, but Lucius recognized strength and power as assets, no matter how they were gained. He had little care for regret. And a certain redhead that needed taught her place. He stood.
"Leaving so soon?" Snape yawned. "And I was so enjoying the company."
"Another time, old friend." Lucius straightened his expensive suit and robes. "I have a delicious morsel to abuse."
Snape glared at him. "I hope she's the death of you."
"Don't worry Severus, if you can't summon the strength to bend the little mudblood over your desk, I'm sure she'll find someone who can." Lucius laughed as he walked out of the tavern, striding with purpose and predatory pleasure. Time to get back to his little slave, and see if she was ready to be punished.
"Stupid, pureblood, bwa-ha-ha-ing prat," Snape muttered as Lucius left. He finished his drink hastily. Suddenly, he really wanted to get back to Hermione as soon as possible. He pushed Lucius's words away from his mind, once again trying to settle the unease that had grown since the strange incident with Hermione and the secret passageway behind the fireplace.
Harry gave a cursory glance at his mirror. He absently ran a hand through his wild shock of black hair, not really paying attention to his appearance. He had shaved, and he was dressed in Professor's formal robes. In a few minutes, he would walk downstairs to the Great Hall for his first Sorting Ceremony as a professor. He remembered how awestruck he had been, a trembling first year standing before that long table of adult wizards, desperately impressed by these adults who were supposedly wizards, just like him.
He stepped into the Great Hall, eyes filled with memory as he took in the floating candles and enchanted star ceiling. This night would be a first in Hogwart's history. Never before had students been admitted into different levels, all at once. A fact that failed to impress Harry, but seemed to have caught Hermione's attention Harry noticed as he sat beside her. Draco was already rolling his eyes from his seat on the other side of her. Despite his disregard for the new bit of Hogwart's trivia, Harry could not shake the feeling of inexorable destiny laced in this night. Tonight was important, he was sure of it, he just had no idea why. He spared a glance in Bane's direction. His counterpart sat on the opposite side of Draco, and currently rested his arm across the back of Draco's chair, though the blonde was currently leaning forward out of contact and unaware of it. Harry glared, something feral growling in his chest at the possessive gesture.
A commotion at the front of the hall alerted him to the arrival of the Vates twins, followed by a long line of new students, preparing to be sorted. Dumbledore stood, smiling benevolently at the incoming group. The sorting hat was twitching in his hands, almost as if it were trying to twirl in different directions to see what was going on. Piper skipped ahead of her brother to lean up and whisper something to Dumbledore, whose eyes twinkled brighter as he listened to the white haired girl.
The Headmaster put the Sorting Hat down on the table, turning it slightly so that it faced the line on new professors. It mushed itself into its proper face, and sighed loudly in relief, before squinting its folds as if searching for something.
"Ahh, Master Black. So good to have you hear, so long it's been!" The Hat exclaimed, pointing it's comments at Bane.
"How did you – what do you – Me?" Bane looked flabbergasted. The entire room turned to stare at him. Neville eyes burned brightly as they flickered between Bane and Harry.
"Now, now we can do things properly, the way they should always have been done. Now I can sort correctly, thoroughly, as intended," the Hat said with deep satisfaction.
Piper had rejoined her brother, and the two seemed particularly involved in readjusting the new students so that they stood within the blue circles they had created previously. Harry his attention back to the Hat as it hopped further along the table, coming to rest directly in front of Bane, much to the rest of the table's consternation.
"You need to be sorted," the Hat stated, firmly. "You are first."
"I was already sorted," Bane protested. "I'm a Gryffindor."
"Are you?" it asked, coyly. "Are you certain? Harry Potter was sorted, here, so many years ago, that's true, and placed in Gryffindor. But you are not exactly Harry Potter, and his placing was somewhat dubious to say the least. Never seen someone so frightened of Slytherin."
Harry ignored Snape's snort of amusement, his heart racing. "Resort us both, then, if you like."
"Keep out of this, hero," Bane sneered back at him.
"But where to put you, Master Black, is another matter entirely." The Hat seemed to dance on the table with eagerness, and a dark sort of glee that nobody had witnessed it display before. "I should re-sort the whole lot, everyone ever sorted soon. But no, none of them, not before you."
"Fine then." Bane glanced at Draco, then at Harry, before nodding once more. "Let's see where I belong."
Draco stood and picked up the Hat, cradling it carefully, and positioned it over Bane's head. Harry stared at Bane, watching the Sorting Hat being lowered onto his head. He could hear his childhood voice begging not to be put in Slytherin. Harry was certain that Bane was every quality that had ever been noticed by the Hat as Slytherin, he had never been so sure of what was going to happen next in his entire life. He knew to the marrow of his bones where Bane would be sorted.
And he could not have been more wrong.
TBC…