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hp_darkfest. It's not... particularly dark in a gruesome sense, just a bit of a mindfuck. Mind the warnings. :D Thank you to Mel for running an awesome fest!!! ♥
Title: Lessons in Power
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marguerite_26
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione, implied Lucius/Draco
Summary: Hermione is caught snooping about Malfoy Manor. Lucius uses the opportunity to give Draco an important lesson.
Warning(s): AU that deviates off HBP, non-con, implied incest
Word Count: 2800
Author's Notes: Thanks tomelusinahp and pink_mint for their suggestions and beta reads.
Lessons in Power
"Master Draco, Master Lucius is wanting to see you."
Draco tossed down his quill and scowled at the old house-elf. He would never finish his Transfigurations assignment. He should have stayed at Hogwarts for Easter holidays if he wanted to finish his NEWTs. There was no end of distractions at home. This summons had to do with the bloody war, Draco was sure. Since his father's release from prison, the current political climate was the sole focus of conversation at the Manor.
The elf pulled at his filthy rags with shaking hands. "Master Lucius is saying 'immediately,' please, sir. Master is in his chambers."
Draco raised an eyebrow. His father did not typically hold an audience in his chambers. In fact, Draco hadn't been in his father's suite of rooms for years. He felt a spike of adrenaline at the thought of something real happening.
His father was not in his ante chamber. Draco knocked softly on the bedroom door and was surprised to hear a commanding, "Enter."
Lucius stood, looking at the bed, his brow furrowed. He did not look up as Draco approached.
Draco followed Lucius's line of sight to a girl lying on the bed. Her arm was twisted beneath her, and her legs bent awkwardly. Her face was covered in pile of thick bushy hair. Her Hogwarts robes were easily recognisable as Gryffindor.
Draco moved closer. Lucius reached over and pulled the girl up by her hair, twisting her head around for Draco's inspection. She was unconscious. Or very recently dead.
Draco stepped back at the face that came into view. His heart pounded in his chest. "It's Potter's Mudblood. Granger," Draco spat. "What the hell is she doing here?"
Lucius looked down at the girl and tilted his head. "Indeed."
Draco silently prayed that his father hadn't kidnapped her. The war going on around them was bad enough, but to bring it here, inside the Manor, was unthinkable. The Dark Lord had been lenient on the Malfoys only because Dumbledore's death had been facilitated, though not accomplished, by Draco. Their reprieve was temporary. Still, his hope was to make the Dark Lord's disinterest last as long as possible.
"It appears she came to us. She was found inside our wards, with an incredibly impressive Disillusionment Charm. As luck would have it, a house-elf bumped into her and cleverly thought to Stun the invisible obstacle."
Holding out an arm to urge Draco closer, Lucius asked, "Have you been practicing your Legilimency?"
Draco took a step closer and lifted his chin. "Yes, Father."
"Show me."
His hands were steady as he began. "Ennervate." Granger's eyes flew open and changed from confused to terrified in a blink. Before she could react, Draco whispered, "Legilimens."
She was clearly not skilled in Occulmency. It was foolish of Potter to not take that precaution. Her mind was well-organised, compared to the likes of Crabbe and Goyle, at least. Draco tore through her thoughts with needless haste. He knew how to be subtle, delicately dancing his way into the darkest reaches. There was no need for such subtly here. A few scrabbled thoughts and memories might do the Mudblood some good.
As he searched, he related the images to Lucius. "Her mind is filled with images of several artifacts: a cup, locket, ring, book and a large snake. They're all linked to the Dark Lord. Potter believed something was here - the locket, maybe. They searched several rooms, but did not find it."
"How are they connected?"
Draco reached deeper. He saw books upon books and one word over and over. Draco shivered; pilfering her mind made his skin crawl. He pushed Granger back onto the bed, breaking eye contact. Granger curled her knees into her chest with a broken sob.
"Her mind is screaming Horcux. Does that mean anything to you?"
Lucius ignored the question and watched Granger struggle to recover from the invasion. "Who knows she is here?"
"Potter and Weasley were with her, but they were separated." Draco grabbed for Granger again.
She lashed out, clawing his cheek. "Don't you dare touch me!"
He backed way and trained his wand on her. "Enough." He raised his free hand to his cheek; it came away bloody. Fucking bitch. "You know I can hurt you far more with this than you can hurt me with your bare hands. Now, give me the coin."
Lucius hadn't moved; Draco was grateful. He was being permitted to handle this alone and he would succeed.
Granger's gaze burned him with its fury and unshed tears. With her hair flying around her face, there was something about her eyes that brought thoughts of Aunt Bella to Draco's mind. It was the look of a cornered cat and Draco struggled not to draw back. Stupefy was on the tip of his tongue should she pounce. Finally, she reached into her pocket and threw the coin at him.
It fell to the floor and Draco rolled his eyes.
With a swish of his wand the coin rose to his palm, a subtle reminder to the Mudblood that they were wizards. There was no need to make oneself vulnerable by stooping to pick up something, if that was her intent. She still had the mind of a Muggle, no matter how many books she read.
As he suspected, the coin warmed his palm. On it, the encoded message was easily decipherable. "They escaped. They're wondering where she is," he told his father.
"And what do you suggest, Draco?"
Draco considered his options. The only benefit of keeping her would be to hand her to the Dark Lord. Should the Horcrux information Granger had be valuable, it could earn favour. But too valuable and it would be a death sentence. The Dark Lord would not want anyone privy to his secrets.
Bartering for her return with Potter was tempting, but there was nothing tangible that Potter had that would interest them. The exchange for a future favour would do more harm then good should the Dark Lord hear of it.
Chin raised, Draco concluded, "We let her go. She hasn’t found what she needs, but she's been useful enough in providing information."
Lucius paced the floor behind Draco a moment before responding. "Very good. I agree."
Draco felt his muscled relax a fraction. From the bed, Granger seemed to have the same reaction.
"But first –" Lucius walked over and, with his cane, touched Granger's thigh. Granger went rigid. "Wouldn't it be a shame to send her back without taking full advantage of the opportunity?"
A panicked cry filled the room and Granger scrambled backwards. Lucius spun around and flicked his wand. "Imperio."
Granger's eyes widened, caught unprepared by the spell. A second later, they glazed over.
Draco blinked. Blood thundered in his ears as he watched Granger's scowl melt away. He had seen his father cast many dark spells throughout his life, but this was an Unforgivable. And this was Granger. It was odd that it struck him as more wrong than anything else he'd seen to date. Like Potter's crew weren’t truly as untouchable as Dumbledore had always wished them to be.
Turning back to Draco, Lucius gave him a warm smile. "You did well." Lucius moved to sit on the plush Victorian chair across the room. He carefully arranged his robes, as if preparing for an evening's entertainment. "Miss Granger would like to thank you."
Draco blinked several times as the words sank it. He looked over at the bed to see Granger slink to the floor and crawl on her hands and knees over to him. Her eyes held an empty sort of panic, blank yet terrified. He looked away from her face and forced his feet steady. He must accept his father's gift graciously. There was no way to discreetly change position so that his back was to his father.
Lucius held his gaze. The intensity in his face made it clear this was as much a test as it was a reward.
Granger's hands were on his belt. Draco gripped the bed post to keep balance. To his own revulsion, he was already hard when Granger started to lower his zip. Draco half wondered if he'd been placed under Imperius as well. His body was reacting of its own accord. Granger eased his trousers open and then slipped them down his hips.
Lucius's eyes flicked downward and he smirked at what Draco knew was obviously tented boxers.
Draco refused to look. He trained his eyes on his father, as he knew was expected. Draco gasped when Granger mouthed him through the cloth, breathing hot and wet on the tip, the moisture soaking through the cotton. He bit his lip to halt the moan building in his throat.
Lucius watched him, his eyes dark and hungry.
It occurred to Draco then that this wasn't Granger following a simple Imperius command to perform fellatio. Lucius was compelling her step by step, instructing her exactly how he wanted to see Draco pleasured. Draco couldn't think of anything filthier except if it was his father's own mouth on his cock. Draco's brain flooded with dirty, unwanted images. A surge of heat filled his groin and Draco tilted his hips toward the waiting mouth, desperate for more contact. Granger tugged at his waist band and carefully freed his cock. Her untamed hair tickled his bare thighs. He could never again look at her without remembering this.
Her cool hand gripped the base of his cock and Draco hissed. She began licking him, flat tongued, up and down his shaft.
Lucius's smirk was gone and a rosy bloom was forming high on his cheek bones. Draco watched Lucius's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.
"You are a very pretty boy, Draco. You always have been." Granger's voice was low and sexy and completely off. The skin on the back of Draco's neck tingled in a mixture of lust and repulsion. The need to pull away – to run out the door and wash away her filth and his words – nearly tore him in two. But her grip on his hip and her tongue on his cock kept him frozen.
Lucius's cheeks reddened further as Granger continued, "Watching you enter manhood has been a delight." Her lips wrapped around the tip of Draco's cock and her tongue dipped into the slit in delicious flicks.
A deep sigh rumbled in his chest, and Draco was unable to stop it escaping. It echoed in the quiet room.
Lucius's lips quirked. Whether he was pleased or amused, Draco couldn't be sure.
Granger pulled back and teased, "You like that, Draco?" Neither the words nor the cadence sounded like Granger.
Draco's cheeks burned. The words made it all too real, too impossibly filthy. He hated how much he liked it. His eyes not leaving his father, he grabbed her hair and shoved her forward. "Enough. Just suck," he demanded.
His grip on the bed post tightened. He hoped his father wouldn't notice the whitening of his knuckles. The strain must have shown on his face, anyway. He could feel the sweat building at his temples and lower back. His armpits were growing damp. He wished he'd worn a lighter jumper.
Granger swallowed his cock again, tight and hot and wet. Merlin. He gasped as she pressed further and further down. Her tongue trailed the underside, dancing along the vein, making him forget to breath. He'd had blow jobs, but it had never been like this. Broom closet flumbings with Pansy got him off quick and dirty when he'd needed it, but this was making his brain muddle and his vision swoon.
She pulled back and swallowed him again, dragging the tight ring of her lips along the spit wet cock. Slowly, achingly slowly, she worked her way down his cock. Each time, she pulled back and teased the head before bobbing down again, never quite giving Draco what he needed.
Across the room, he watched his father watching him.
Lucius shifted in his seat, and let his legs fall open. A slight tilt of his hips as he repositioned did not go unnoticed by Draco, nor was it meant to. They stared at each other for a moment in silent understanding.
Draco's panting was too loud in the quiet room. He wish – Merlin – he wished he had better control. He was making a spectacle of himself and his father observed it all, engrossed by every reaction. He fought to keep his eyes open, but Granger sucked like a greedy whore. Finally, he felt her nose bury in his pubes and the back of her throat against the tip of his dick. Lucius shifted again; Draco gasped at the flood of arousal that caused.
He tried to calm himself and push off the building orgasm. Granger was humming around his cock, devouring him. He couldn't possibly last. Then his father's chin dipped, in an almost indiscernible nod.
Draco hadn't realised he was waiting for it until he saw it.
Draco tangled his hand in Granger's bushy hair, pushing her faster, thrusting hard into her mouth. She took it all. He could probably hold her there, cut off her oxygen, and she wouldn’t even fight for her life. The rush of power threw him over the edge. Letting go of the bedpost, he gripped her hair in both hands. He slammed into that know-it-all mouth over and over until he shuddered and emptied himself down her throat. He held her there, iron grip suffocating her until the last tremor left him. His eyes never left his father.
He released her and she fell to the floor, gasping.
Finally breaking his father's gaze, he pulled up his pants and trousers. The adrenaline rush dissipated and was quickly replaced by guilt and shame.
Lucius rose and lifted up Granger's crumpled body by the arm. Tears streaked her face, and Draco wondered when Lucius had lifted the Imperius that she'd had time to cry. Draco looked away. There was a twisting churn in his gut and he could feel bile rising to the back of his throat.
"We'd better return her." Lucius's voice was coarse, as though he too had had his throat abused.
Draco turned back to see Lucius pull out his wand. With a flick, he healed Granger's bruised lips and tamed her messy hair. "Obliviate." And Lucius dropped her to the floor. He clapped twice, brisk and sharp.
Dibbly appeared with a pop.
"Return the Mudblood to where you found her. Convince her that you've been trying to wake her and encourage her to leave immediately before she is found."
Dibbly stared down at the prone body and wrinkled his nose. Draco wondered if it was out of disgust for having to touch a Mudblood or if the room smelled of sex. Regardless, the elf grabbed her arm and they disappeared as if they had never been.
Draco stared at the empty spot a moment, wondering when he would next see Granger. Surely he would spend next Potions lesson staring at the back of her head and laughing at the memory of the last time he'd seen it. But when he tried to visualise her kneeling before him, he could remember the feel of her hair in his fist, but the sight of her eluded him. Instead it was grey eyes, so similar to his own, that came to mind.
Draco startled when his father pressed a finger beneath his chin, but he raised his head at the prompt. He knew what was expected. What was proper, and forced himself to meet his father's gaze once again. A dark stirring of shame and lust made his skin flush. All he wanted was to be away, to be back in his chambers, showering off the sweat and stink and guilt.
Lucius didn't let him go. Rubbing a thumb over Draco's bottom lip, he whispered, "You did very well today." His breath was hot on Draco's cheek.
Draco trembled, unable to comprehend what he was to do. He felt distanced from the present, out of body. He stood and waited and wondered if his father would kiss him and what it would be like. And if he would ever be the same if Lucius touched him. Would every intimate moment from this point on be tainted by what had happened, what was about to happen? He closed his eyes and breathed.
The hand disappeared.
When Draco opened his eyes, Lucius was still close, breathing the same air. He gave Draco a pensive smile, turned and left.
Draco didn't move for a long time. Lucius didn't return; Draco told himself he was grateful.
hp_darkfest. It's not... particularly dark in a gruesome sense, just a bit of a mindfuck. Mind the warnings. :D Thank you to Mel for running an awesome fest!!! ♥Title: Lessons in Power
Author:
marguerite_26Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione, implied Lucius/Draco
Summary: Hermione is caught snooping about Malfoy Manor. Lucius uses the opportunity to give Draco an important lesson.
Warning(s): AU that deviates off HBP, non-con, implied incest
Word Count: 2800
Author's Notes: Thanks to
melusinahp and pink_mint for their suggestions and beta reads."Master Draco, Master Lucius is wanting to see you."
Draco tossed down his quill and scowled at the old house-elf. He would never finish his Transfigurations assignment. He should have stayed at Hogwarts for Easter holidays if he wanted to finish his NEWTs. There was no end of distractions at home. This summons had to do with the bloody war, Draco was sure. Since his father's release from prison, the current political climate was the sole focus of conversation at the Manor.
The elf pulled at his filthy rags with shaking hands. "Master Lucius is saying 'immediately,' please, sir. Master is in his chambers."
Draco raised an eyebrow. His father did not typically hold an audience in his chambers. In fact, Draco hadn't been in his father's suite of rooms for years. He felt a spike of adrenaline at the thought of something real happening.
His father was not in his ante chamber. Draco knocked softly on the bedroom door and was surprised to hear a commanding, "Enter."
Lucius stood, looking at the bed, his brow furrowed. He did not look up as Draco approached.
Draco followed Lucius's line of sight to a girl lying on the bed. Her arm was twisted beneath her, and her legs bent awkwardly. Her face was covered in pile of thick bushy hair. Her Hogwarts robes were easily recognisable as Gryffindor.
Draco moved closer. Lucius reached over and pulled the girl up by her hair, twisting her head around for Draco's inspection. She was unconscious. Or very recently dead.
Draco stepped back at the face that came into view. His heart pounded in his chest. "It's Potter's Mudblood. Granger," Draco spat. "What the hell is she doing here?"
Lucius looked down at the girl and tilted his head. "Indeed."
Draco silently prayed that his father hadn't kidnapped her. The war going on around them was bad enough, but to bring it here, inside the Manor, was unthinkable. The Dark Lord had been lenient on the Malfoys only because Dumbledore's death had been facilitated, though not accomplished, by Draco. Their reprieve was temporary. Still, his hope was to make the Dark Lord's disinterest last as long as possible.
"It appears she came to us. She was found inside our wards, with an incredibly impressive Disillusionment Charm. As luck would have it, a house-elf bumped into her and cleverly thought to Stun the invisible obstacle."
Holding out an arm to urge Draco closer, Lucius asked, "Have you been practicing your Legilimency?"
Draco took a step closer and lifted his chin. "Yes, Father."
"Show me."
His hands were steady as he began. "Ennervate." Granger's eyes flew open and changed from confused to terrified in a blink. Before she could react, Draco whispered, "Legilimens."
She was clearly not skilled in Occulmency. It was foolish of Potter to not take that precaution. Her mind was well-organised, compared to the likes of Crabbe and Goyle, at least. Draco tore through her thoughts with needless haste. He knew how to be subtle, delicately dancing his way into the darkest reaches. There was no need for such subtly here. A few scrabbled thoughts and memories might do the Mudblood some good.
As he searched, he related the images to Lucius. "Her mind is filled with images of several artifacts: a cup, locket, ring, book and a large snake. They're all linked to the Dark Lord. Potter believed something was here - the locket, maybe. They searched several rooms, but did not find it."
"How are they connected?"
Draco reached deeper. He saw books upon books and one word over and over. Draco shivered; pilfering her mind made his skin crawl. He pushed Granger back onto the bed, breaking eye contact. Granger curled her knees into her chest with a broken sob.
"Her mind is screaming Horcux. Does that mean anything to you?"
Lucius ignored the question and watched Granger struggle to recover from the invasion. "Who knows she is here?"
"Potter and Weasley were with her, but they were separated." Draco grabbed for Granger again.
She lashed out, clawing his cheek. "Don't you dare touch me!"
He backed way and trained his wand on her. "Enough." He raised his free hand to his cheek; it came away bloody. Fucking bitch. "You know I can hurt you far more with this than you can hurt me with your bare hands. Now, give me the coin."
Lucius hadn't moved; Draco was grateful. He was being permitted to handle this alone and he would succeed.
Granger's gaze burned him with its fury and unshed tears. With her hair flying around her face, there was something about her eyes that brought thoughts of Aunt Bella to Draco's mind. It was the look of a cornered cat and Draco struggled not to draw back. Stupefy was on the tip of his tongue should she pounce. Finally, she reached into her pocket and threw the coin at him.
It fell to the floor and Draco rolled his eyes.
With a swish of his wand the coin rose to his palm, a subtle reminder to the Mudblood that they were wizards. There was no need to make oneself vulnerable by stooping to pick up something, if that was her intent. She still had the mind of a Muggle, no matter how many books she read.
As he suspected, the coin warmed his palm. On it, the encoded message was easily decipherable. "They escaped. They're wondering where she is," he told his father.
"And what do you suggest, Draco?"
Draco considered his options. The only benefit of keeping her would be to hand her to the Dark Lord. Should the Horcrux information Granger had be valuable, it could earn favour. But too valuable and it would be a death sentence. The Dark Lord would not want anyone privy to his secrets.
Bartering for her return with Potter was tempting, but there was nothing tangible that Potter had that would interest them. The exchange for a future favour would do more harm then good should the Dark Lord hear of it.
Chin raised, Draco concluded, "We let her go. She hasn’t found what she needs, but she's been useful enough in providing information."
Lucius paced the floor behind Draco a moment before responding. "Very good. I agree."
Draco felt his muscled relax a fraction. From the bed, Granger seemed to have the same reaction.
"But first –" Lucius walked over and, with his cane, touched Granger's thigh. Granger went rigid. "Wouldn't it be a shame to send her back without taking full advantage of the opportunity?"
A panicked cry filled the room and Granger scrambled backwards. Lucius spun around and flicked his wand. "Imperio."
Granger's eyes widened, caught unprepared by the spell. A second later, they glazed over.
Draco blinked. Blood thundered in his ears as he watched Granger's scowl melt away. He had seen his father cast many dark spells throughout his life, but this was an Unforgivable. And this was Granger. It was odd that it struck him as more wrong than anything else he'd seen to date. Like Potter's crew weren’t truly as untouchable as Dumbledore had always wished them to be.
Turning back to Draco, Lucius gave him a warm smile. "You did well." Lucius moved to sit on the plush Victorian chair across the room. He carefully arranged his robes, as if preparing for an evening's entertainment. "Miss Granger would like to thank you."
Draco blinked several times as the words sank it. He looked over at the bed to see Granger slink to the floor and crawl on her hands and knees over to him. Her eyes held an empty sort of panic, blank yet terrified. He looked away from her face and forced his feet steady. He must accept his father's gift graciously. There was no way to discreetly change position so that his back was to his father.
Lucius held his gaze. The intensity in his face made it clear this was as much a test as it was a reward.
Granger's hands were on his belt. Draco gripped the bed post to keep balance. To his own revulsion, he was already hard when Granger started to lower his zip. Draco half wondered if he'd been placed under Imperius as well. His body was reacting of its own accord. Granger eased his trousers open and then slipped them down his hips.
Lucius's eyes flicked downward and he smirked at what Draco knew was obviously tented boxers.
Draco refused to look. He trained his eyes on his father, as he knew was expected. Draco gasped when Granger mouthed him through the cloth, breathing hot and wet on the tip, the moisture soaking through the cotton. He bit his lip to halt the moan building in his throat.
Lucius watched him, his eyes dark and hungry.
It occurred to Draco then that this wasn't Granger following a simple Imperius command to perform fellatio. Lucius was compelling her step by step, instructing her exactly how he wanted to see Draco pleasured. Draco couldn't think of anything filthier except if it was his father's own mouth on his cock. Draco's brain flooded with dirty, unwanted images. A surge of heat filled his groin and Draco tilted his hips toward the waiting mouth, desperate for more contact. Granger tugged at his waist band and carefully freed his cock. Her untamed hair tickled his bare thighs. He could never again look at her without remembering this.
Her cool hand gripped the base of his cock and Draco hissed. She began licking him, flat tongued, up and down his shaft.
Lucius's smirk was gone and a rosy bloom was forming high on his cheek bones. Draco watched Lucius's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.
"You are a very pretty boy, Draco. You always have been." Granger's voice was low and sexy and completely off. The skin on the back of Draco's neck tingled in a mixture of lust and repulsion. The need to pull away – to run out the door and wash away her filth and his words – nearly tore him in two. But her grip on his hip and her tongue on his cock kept him frozen.
Lucius's cheeks reddened further as Granger continued, "Watching you enter manhood has been a delight." Her lips wrapped around the tip of Draco's cock and her tongue dipped into the slit in delicious flicks.
A deep sigh rumbled in his chest, and Draco was unable to stop it escaping. It echoed in the quiet room.
Lucius's lips quirked. Whether he was pleased or amused, Draco couldn't be sure.
Granger pulled back and teased, "You like that, Draco?" Neither the words nor the cadence sounded like Granger.
Draco's cheeks burned. The words made it all too real, too impossibly filthy. He hated how much he liked it. His eyes not leaving his father, he grabbed her hair and shoved her forward. "Enough. Just suck," he demanded.
His grip on the bed post tightened. He hoped his father wouldn't notice the whitening of his knuckles. The strain must have shown on his face, anyway. He could feel the sweat building at his temples and lower back. His armpits were growing damp. He wished he'd worn a lighter jumper.
Granger swallowed his cock again, tight and hot and wet. Merlin. He gasped as she pressed further and further down. Her tongue trailed the underside, dancing along the vein, making him forget to breath. He'd had blow jobs, but it had never been like this. Broom closet flumbings with Pansy got him off quick and dirty when he'd needed it, but this was making his brain muddle and his vision swoon.
She pulled back and swallowed him again, dragging the tight ring of her lips along the spit wet cock. Slowly, achingly slowly, she worked her way down his cock. Each time, she pulled back and teased the head before bobbing down again, never quite giving Draco what he needed.
Across the room, he watched his father watching him.
Lucius shifted in his seat, and let his legs fall open. A slight tilt of his hips as he repositioned did not go unnoticed by Draco, nor was it meant to. They stared at each other for a moment in silent understanding.
Draco's panting was too loud in the quiet room. He wish – Merlin – he wished he had better control. He was making a spectacle of himself and his father observed it all, engrossed by every reaction. He fought to keep his eyes open, but Granger sucked like a greedy whore. Finally, he felt her nose bury in his pubes and the back of her throat against the tip of his dick. Lucius shifted again; Draco gasped at the flood of arousal that caused.
He tried to calm himself and push off the building orgasm. Granger was humming around his cock, devouring him. He couldn't possibly last. Then his father's chin dipped, in an almost indiscernible nod.
Draco hadn't realised he was waiting for it until he saw it.
Draco tangled his hand in Granger's bushy hair, pushing her faster, thrusting hard into her mouth. She took it all. He could probably hold her there, cut off her oxygen, and she wouldn’t even fight for her life. The rush of power threw him over the edge. Letting go of the bedpost, he gripped her hair in both hands. He slammed into that know-it-all mouth over and over until he shuddered and emptied himself down her throat. He held her there, iron grip suffocating her until the last tremor left him. His eyes never left his father.
He released her and she fell to the floor, gasping.
Finally breaking his father's gaze, he pulled up his pants and trousers. The adrenaline rush dissipated and was quickly replaced by guilt and shame.
Lucius rose and lifted up Granger's crumpled body by the arm. Tears streaked her face, and Draco wondered when Lucius had lifted the Imperius that she'd had time to cry. Draco looked away. There was a twisting churn in his gut and he could feel bile rising to the back of his throat.
"We'd better return her." Lucius's voice was coarse, as though he too had had his throat abused.
Draco turned back to see Lucius pull out his wand. With a flick, he healed Granger's bruised lips and tamed her messy hair. "Obliviate." And Lucius dropped her to the floor. He clapped twice, brisk and sharp.
Dibbly appeared with a pop.
"Return the Mudblood to where you found her. Convince her that you've been trying to wake her and encourage her to leave immediately before she is found."
Dibbly stared down at the prone body and wrinkled his nose. Draco wondered if it was out of disgust for having to touch a Mudblood or if the room smelled of sex. Regardless, the elf grabbed her arm and they disappeared as if they had never been.
Draco stared at the empty spot a moment, wondering when he would next see Granger. Surely he would spend next Potions lesson staring at the back of her head and laughing at the memory of the last time he'd seen it. But when he tried to visualise her kneeling before him, he could remember the feel of her hair in his fist, but the sight of her eluded him. Instead it was grey eyes, so similar to his own, that came to mind.
Draco startled when his father pressed a finger beneath his chin, but he raised his head at the prompt. He knew what was expected. What was proper, and forced himself to meet his father's gaze once again. A dark stirring of shame and lust made his skin flush. All he wanted was to be away, to be back in his chambers, showering off the sweat and stink and guilt.
Lucius didn't let him go. Rubbing a thumb over Draco's bottom lip, he whispered, "You did very well today." His breath was hot on Draco's cheek.
Draco trembled, unable to comprehend what he was to do. He felt distanced from the present, out of body. He stood and waited and wondered if his father would kiss him and what it would be like. And if he would ever be the same if Lucius touched him. Would every intimate moment from this point on be tainted by what had happened, what was about to happen? He closed his eyes and breathed.
The hand disappeared.
When Draco opened his eyes, Lucius was still close, breathing the same air. He gave Draco a pensive smile, turned and left.
Draco didn't move for a long time. Lucius didn't return; Draco told himself he was grateful.
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Date: 2009-12-05 02:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-05 02:40 am (UTC)Thank you so much! I'm glad Draco came across as very pitiable in this. And THANK YOU for the rec!!! I was so thrilled when I saw that. :DDD
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Date: 2009-12-05 03:37 am (UTC)Also, you remind me of posting my fic too *g*
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Date: 2009-12-05 11:00 am (UTC)Great writing, and a wonderful idea, to use Hermione and the Imperio in this way.
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Date: 2009-12-05 03:35 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading! Glad you enjoyed.
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Date: 2009-12-05 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-05 03:35 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked! :D Thank you.
And Lucius's words coming out of Hermione's mouth?
YAY! hot 'n creepy! exactly what I was going for. ♥