A/N Goyles a bit disgusting in this one.
"Hey. Is she hiding in the closet?" Goyle almost made it there when Draco ran to stand in front of him. It was a bit like a matador and a randy bull. The jury was out on which one would win.
Draco angrily pushed his shoulder away. "Goyle get the fuck out of my room! I tell you she's gone, and even if she weren't, I wouldn't share her with your diseased prick. I want another go at her later." He ran his fingers through his hair after putting on a black jumper. "Come on. I want to stop by the kitchen and grab something to eat before we go."
There was only one thing that would motivate Goyle faster than sex. Food.
Goyle brightened. "Sounds like a great idea. Mum's got me on a diet and I'm starved."
The two walked out of the room laughing and pushing each other. Goyle asking disgusting questions about her, and Draco gave him what he wanted, then steered the conversation towards his favorite dish. By the time they got to the kitchen, cream puffs were all that was on Goyle's mind.
Both wizards went to the family dining room, grabbing a plate full. Goyle dug in like he'd never seen food before and concentrated on his plate with little conversation. Draco picked at his, thinking about Hermione. In his haste to get the intruder out of his room he had forgotten and left the door open. He wasn't worried about Hermione leaving, she knew what was at stake, but he didn't want his father wandering in there.
As if summoning an evil spirit, the man himself came through the door looking like death warmed over. "Draco. I see you have finally left your sanctuary. I need to talk to you. In private if you please." Eyeing disgustedly at Goyle's clothes now covered in food bits.
Draco huffed and looked at Goyle who had risen to go back for seconds. "Yes father."
Draco was relieved, because if Lucius was here about to give him 'the talk' again, he wasn't upstairs poking about. He was led across the great hall to a study his father favored. Once the door was closed Draco braced himself for the usual, 'We have to please Voldemort in any way possible' speech.
"What is it you want father?"
Lucius went to a table in the center of the room that held different kinds of liquor. He slowly collected a glass with ice and then filled it. "Draco I know I don't need to tell you how fragile our circumstances are. We may be hosting the dark lord, but it wouldn't take much to turn Malfoy Manor into Goyle Manor. All of this can disappear in an instant." Lucius downed his glass and poured another. "It doesn't help that you are not giving him the devotion he demands! You WILL attend ALL meals and meetings and be ready to do anything he asks! I will not tolerate your spending every moment of the day out or hiding in your room. If only for your mother's sake…"
Draco was already on edge and his respect for his father was gone after his mother had been tortured. "HA! Oh, that's rich father! For my mother's sake you say. Where the hell were you when she was being gang raped by those filthy bastards you call friends? You stood there and watched, that's where you were. And where was I, you say? I was in the dungeon about to die from blood loss and dehydration."
All the frustration and anger over their situation came out in that moment. "You are responsible for bringing that bastard into our lives and everything he's done to us! There are other pureblood families out there who told him to go fuck himself, but you, you had to roll out the red carpet and kiss his slimy feet! I will do what I must, for her sake, but you, you can go fuck yourself! Don't you ever try to tell me what to do again."
Lucius might be cowed by the dark lord, but never by his son. He rushed to stand in front of his boy and grabbed his shoulders. "You ungrateful little bastard. Do you think I enjoyed watching that happen? I stood there at His command and watched, knowing that if I left or even turned away she would be dead right now and so would you!" He pushed Draco away and returned to the drinks table. "Do not underestimate me Draco. I learned treachery at the knee of Abraxis Malfoy. I'm playing the fool for that parasite because that's what I must do to keep us alive. I've also made subtle transfers to keep the majority of our wealth out of his hands. I have closed properties and moved assets, and a dozen other things that you will not know about until it's time. Now, you will do what is necessary to fool him into thinking you are a devoted little mouse. You will not tempt him into violence. You will stay under his radar and pray he thinks you're even more worthless than I. With luck he will ignore us both."
Lucius began to pace the floor, his hands clenched into fists. "I know I've made mistakes that can't be remedied, but I'm not going to give up and see us all slaughtered or left indigent. Oh, and Draco? I know about the Granger girl. I've known since that first night when she didn't get through the wards."
Draco's eyes widened and he broke out in a sweat. He realized the pain Lucius had endured that night to keep Draco's secret from Voldemort.
Why would he do that?
"Now if you want to keep her as your own personal chew toy so be it. I know how you've always felt about her, and the mudblood isn't worth His energies right now anyway. He's moved on to other pursuits. I'm betting Granger is of more value to us than just to wet your wand. I'll say this only once Draco. If you step out of line, if you endanger my plans, I'll turn her into a candle wick before you can blink. Now, as you once told her... You will do as I say, when I say, or else. Understand?"
Draco turned from his father in despair, not wanting to know how his father knew he'd said that.
The sick part was he knew Lucius was right. At this point they had no choice but to kneel and beg to be kicked. Then he thought of Hermione and the hope she had offered him. Yes. He would help to bring down that psychopath if he died trying, because he couldn't live like this for much longer. None of them would. He heaved a great sigh and walked to the ornate oak doors to leave.
"Yes father."
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Gregory Goyle didn't have much upstairs except what instincts nature gave a goat. Eat and breed. He'd had his fill when Draco was called away. So when the door closed behind him, Goyle left for Draco's room to find his whore. A full belly for him and now one for her. Already half hard, he knew Draco and his father would be at it for at least twenty to thirty minutes. That was plenty of time to get his rocks off and get back to the kitchen.
He turned into the bedroom hall. Goyle was pleased to see the door was open. Draco had a bad habit of locking and warding his door when not occupied. This wouldn't be the first time he'd sneaked back in to have a little fun with an unsuspecting witch. In fact, he liked the way they would scream and fight him. It gave him an excuse to slap her around a bit.
Goyle entered silently. He was happy to see the shoes still on the floor. When he closed the door behind him, he heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. Sweet! The witch was taking a shower. All nice and clean to be defiled again. He unzipped his pants and began to stroke his cock in anticipation. It didn't take long for the water to stop and then he would be there in the bathroom doorway to surprise her and have the upper hand. Goyle put away his wand. There were some things that were more fun when done with your bare hands.
She actually started humming quietly as she came out. When she looked up Goyle immediately recognized her. "Hermione Granger." Quickly he grabbed her arms to drag her to the bed. Her squirming and threats only making him harder. Her strength was no match for his and he easily pushed her down and lay on top of her, holding her arms in place. "I can't believe it. So you didn't get away that night. If you only knew how many people have been tortured to try and find you! Draco has a lot to answer for. Wait till I tell the guys. I'll own his ass with this bit of news, but first a bit of fun shall we."