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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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3,727
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The Star *
***I moved this story from the General section because I think it works better in Draco/OFC since Draco is the main character. Anyway... I hope it is well recieved. Please rate.***
Chapter 1: The star - When lost within the darkness, seek out the light of the star to guide you
He knew this feeling, knew this dream. Standing in his fathers study, a single candle flickering on the desk. He swallowed hard, trying to force himself to stop shaking. The cold fireplace exploded with green flames allowing the true horror into the shadowed room.
Lord Voldemort, wrapped in robes as black as night, wand poised to cast the Cruciatus Curse, his face was hidden in shadows, but his eyes seemed to glow from under his hood.
Draco swallowed hard and took a step back, bumping into the desk. Somewhere deep down he knew it was all a dream, but it did nothing to lessen the fear that filled his senses. “L-lord V-Voldemort…” He stuttered, just barely above a whisper.
The door to his left opened and Draco turned to watch his father enter the room. “My Lord.” He spoke clearly, bowing at the waist before closing the door behind him.
“Lucius…” Voldemort hissed, holding out his hand of the other man to kiss.
Lucius Malfoy did so without hesitation and then turned his head to speak to his son, “You have failed our lord Draco, and for that you shall be punished. Come and kneel before the Dark Lord and beg his forgiveness.” His voice was harsh and uncaring, but that was always how it had been. Nothing had ever changed in the dream, no matter how many times he had seen and felt the images that played around him.
Slowly Draco crossed the room and fell to his knees before the folds of black cloth that hid the figure of the dark lord. “P-please forgive me my lord.” He swallowed hard, “I-I’ll try harder, I s-swear.”
The wand flicked in the air, and Lord Voldemort spoke a single word in reply. “Crucio.”
Draco screamed, as pain filled him. Tears stung at his eyes as he watched the Dark Lord, he knew what was coming but couldn’t stop it. He wanted to wake up, needed to wake up, by Merlin why couldn’t he wake up.
The pain in the young man’s face filled Tom Riddle with desire, parting his robes his pulled his quickly hardening manhood from his robes and forced himself into Draco’s screaming mouth and down his throat.
Draco Gagged, his screams choked back by the thick member that was being slammed into his mouth. His eyes moved to look to his father, pleading for help, only to see that Lucius Malfoy had begun to stroke himself as he watched his lord rape his son’s unwilling mouth.
“Draco, Draco mate wake up.” Blaise Zabini shook Draco roughly by the shoulder, trying to get the other boy to rouse from his sleep and quit screaming.
Draco’s eyes snapped open and he sat upright in bed, staring blankly at the dark haired boy in front of him. It was the same dream… the same damn dream every night. He throat was raw from screaming and he was sure he had woken every boy in the Slytherin house.
“You were having that nightmare again mate. You alright?” Blaise asked.
Draco nodded mutely, he would have to inform Professor Snape that the sleeping tonic hadn’t worked. “What time is it?” He asked with a yawn, acting as if nothing had happened.
“Quarter to four.” Blaise answered, “Breakfast aint for another two hours yet.”
Draco nodded and lay back down. “Good. Then I can catch a few more hours of sleep.”
They both knew he had no intention of sleeping, but that wasn’t the point. Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin, was not suppose to fear anything, and certainly was not suppose to have nightmares that woke him screaming. It was important for him to put on the act that nothing shook him, nothing bothered him. It might have been a lie, but he had to cling on to it, less he truly became the target of the Dark Lord’s wrath.
Chapter 1: The star - When lost within the darkness, seek out the light of the star to guide you
He knew this feeling, knew this dream. Standing in his fathers study, a single candle flickering on the desk. He swallowed hard, trying to force himself to stop shaking. The cold fireplace exploded with green flames allowing the true horror into the shadowed room.
Lord Voldemort, wrapped in robes as black as night, wand poised to cast the Cruciatus Curse, his face was hidden in shadows, but his eyes seemed to glow from under his hood.
Draco swallowed hard and took a step back, bumping into the desk. Somewhere deep down he knew it was all a dream, but it did nothing to lessen the fear that filled his senses. “L-lord V-Voldemort…” He stuttered, just barely above a whisper.
The door to his left opened and Draco turned to watch his father enter the room. “My Lord.” He spoke clearly, bowing at the waist before closing the door behind him.
“Lucius…” Voldemort hissed, holding out his hand of the other man to kiss.
Lucius Malfoy did so without hesitation and then turned his head to speak to his son, “You have failed our lord Draco, and for that you shall be punished. Come and kneel before the Dark Lord and beg his forgiveness.” His voice was harsh and uncaring, but that was always how it had been. Nothing had ever changed in the dream, no matter how many times he had seen and felt the images that played around him.
Slowly Draco crossed the room and fell to his knees before the folds of black cloth that hid the figure of the dark lord. “P-please forgive me my lord.” He swallowed hard, “I-I’ll try harder, I s-swear.”
The wand flicked in the air, and Lord Voldemort spoke a single word in reply. “Crucio.”
Draco screamed, as pain filled him. Tears stung at his eyes as he watched the Dark Lord, he knew what was coming but couldn’t stop it. He wanted to wake up, needed to wake up, by Merlin why couldn’t he wake up.
The pain in the young man’s face filled Tom Riddle with desire, parting his robes his pulled his quickly hardening manhood from his robes and forced himself into Draco’s screaming mouth and down his throat.
Draco Gagged, his screams choked back by the thick member that was being slammed into his mouth. His eyes moved to look to his father, pleading for help, only to see that Lucius Malfoy had begun to stroke himself as he watched his lord rape his son’s unwilling mouth.
“Draco, Draco mate wake up.” Blaise Zabini shook Draco roughly by the shoulder, trying to get the other boy to rouse from his sleep and quit screaming.
Draco’s eyes snapped open and he sat upright in bed, staring blankly at the dark haired boy in front of him. It was the same dream… the same damn dream every night. He throat was raw from screaming and he was sure he had woken every boy in the Slytherin house.
“You were having that nightmare again mate. You alright?” Blaise asked.
Draco nodded mutely, he would have to inform Professor Snape that the sleeping tonic hadn’t worked. “What time is it?” He asked with a yawn, acting as if nothing had happened.
“Quarter to four.” Blaise answered, “Breakfast aint for another two hours yet.”
Draco nodded and lay back down. “Good. Then I can catch a few more hours of sleep.”
They both knew he had no intention of sleeping, but that wasn’t the point. Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin, was not suppose to fear anything, and certainly was not suppose to have nightmares that woke him screaming. It was important for him to put on the act that nothing shook him, nothing bothered him. It might have been a lie, but he had to cling on to it, less he truly became the target of the Dark Lord’s wrath.