Terrorism Repaid

Lucius was coming for Draco after dinner on Friday. Somehow our two managed to find their way to bed after lessons, not that they undressed. They shared a sofa in front of the fire in their room for half an hour. Draco leaned his head on Harry’s shoulder and stared mournfully at the flames. Harry tried light banter but failed to raise their spirits dismally and was now gazing at the flickers with sadness in his heart.

“Give me a kiss to remember you by, please Harry.”

“He’s only fucking you not killing you, Dray. Remember the compromises we talked about.”

“I do, but I wonder if I would be better off dead, although its manner scares me shitless too. Oh well … as the saying goes … the condemned man ate a good meal …”

Harry leaned over and kissed his lover, not in an arousing way, but comfortingly. Draco perked up, just a little. Harry indicated that Draco should still sit and rose to stand in front of him.

Out came Harry’s wand: “Frater de Draconius defendero et in extremis protego.”

Draco felt a special warmth as the spell settled on him; somehow he was boosted by Harry lending him some of his fortitude. He stood, gave Harry a quick kiss: “Thanks lover, where did you learn that one?”

“Dumbles showed it me yesterday; he said you might need it.”

“I do feel a bit better able to grin and bear it.” Draco’s stomach rumbled: “Time to eat, don’t forget the insults we practiced.” He jumped on the bed, pressed the snake’s eye and was gone.

Harry looked round the Salon, asked the fire to go out and lay on the bed. He rose in the Gryffindor dorm to find Ronald and Hermione waiting for him. “Thanks Guys, I used the protector charm, so I’m a bit week and in need of moral support.”

“That’s what best Mates are for, Potty.” Ronald tousled Harry’s hair and ran for the door, chased by a swearing mate. Hermione sighed and followed-on slightly more sedately.

The golden trio entered the hall chuckling and slightly out of breath. Harry glanced at the top table, scowled at its new fair-haired occupant and received a superior sneer in return.

“What’s up Malfoy?” Harry called across the hall: “Have you grazed your knee and Daddy’s come to kiss it better?”

The insult got some appreciative titters from the other students.

“At least I have parents who care for me, Potter.” Draco managed to put a lot of vehemence into Harry’s surname: “and I won’t have to stay in this pigsty for the weekend, rubbing shoulders with Mudbloods and blood traitors, as you will.”

Ronald rose, scrabbling for his wand: “See here, Malfoy, you bleach headed mummy’s-boy …”

Albus rose: “That’s enough, that’s enough; we’re here to eat, not eating to hear insults thrown about. Settle down Mr Weasley.”

Ronald glowered at Draco and did as he was bid.

Harry leaned over and whispered: “Ron; what were you going to say before Dumbles stopped you?”

Ronald grinned back: “I’ve forgotten, Harry … my inventiveness seems to have waned since you two became friends.

Draco pretended be annoyed and stabbed at his food.

Lucius stared at the golden trio through slit eyes for the rest of the meal; almost poking his pudding spoon into his cheek, twice. At the end of his meal he rose: “Come, Draconius, we’ll not linger here, we have better things to do than banter with children. Goodnight Headmaster, thank you for the meal, I see that Hogwarts’ catering is still as unadventurous as ever. I’m sure you will think of a suitable punishment for those who insult their betters.” Lucius glared at Harry.

As Lucius and Draco swept down the hall to the doors of the Great Hall, Albus rose, trying to hide a smile he said: “Mr Weasley and Mr Potter you are to come to my study for admonishment, immediately.”

Albus also swept down the hall, followed by two seemingly contrite Gryffindors, and many murmurs of student sympathy. In silence they went up the spiral escalator.

The door slammed behind them and Albus turned: “Well done boys, he was seething. I hope that will get Draco a little sympathetic treatment. I take it he was in on the game? Have a barley-sugar.”

“Yes Sir. Thanks! There was more to come but Ron forgot it.” Harry said with a bulging cheek.

“Good thing; that was just the right touch. It takes me back a bit to when your dad and Sev used to entertain us with their insults. Somehow Sev always had the edge. But then I would say that wouldn’t I.” Albus twinkled and offered them another sweet each. “Don’t forget to look chastened when you leave, will you. Goodnight boys, sleep well.”

“Goodnight Sir.”

###

Draco felt that the insults had gone well; he could see his father seething with anger. So much so, that they apparated to his office in Knockturn Alley, instead of the Manor. Lucius hid the mistake by picking up some papers he said he wanted.

They arrived back at Malfoy Manor.

“Draconius, I still feel that Durmstrang would be more in line with our way of thinking.” Lucius proffered, as they sat in the Manor’s library sipping brandy.

Draco had had this conversation before. “You did well at Hogwarts, Father; so did Mother. At least the persons that I have to have dealings with speak a civilised language. At Durmstrang, who knows where most of them come from anymore? Besides which I am quite capable of holding my own. I have a very good teacher in my Godfather.”

“Mmm … There is that … And potions are your best subject … Very well … We’ll leave the status quo for the moment. Now, to more important things. You do know why you’ve been asked to attend here this weekend.”

“Yes Father, It’s a great honour to be chosen by the Dark Lord whilst I am still at school. I take it that you have been through the same induction.”

“Yes. I was a year older, but every death-eater goes through the same process if they wish to serve him properly. You are aware of the mechanics of this part of your initiation, aren’t you?”

“Yes Father, instead of a Muggle servicing me, I’m to service Lord Voldemort. I have been preparing for it, by wearing my plug.”

“Good, good. The one he wants you to wear is in that box by your seat. I suggest you look at it in the privacy of your bedroom. You are aware that privacy will not be part of the ceremony, aren’t you?”

“Yes Father, the Frater ceremony has to be in front of witnesses. I have been reading that book you sent me.”

Lucius sucked in his breath angrily. Draco thought he’d pushed his father too far and prepared himself or a beating. Then he noticed a momentary trace of fear on his parent’s face.

“I think you read that book too thoroughly, Draconius. The Servitor ceremony is the one you will be undertaking. Lord Voldemort does not encourage us to fraternise with him, just be loyal servants. Do you understand?”

“Yes Father. Obedient to him just as I am obedient to you.”

“Good, good; now upstairs with you, you will need lots of rest. Your physical stamina will be well tested tomorrow.”

“That’s why I have been training hard.”

Lucius looked alarmed: “Tell me who with,” he growled: “I’ll roast his nuts and have you eat them.”

“You misunderstand me father, I was thinking of how the stamina building that being in the Quidditch team helps. Having a broom-handle between your knees and crouching over it, exercises many of the muscles needed.”

Lucius was relieved, but didn’t show it: “This year, I hope you make the cup. Perhaps the threat of eating the whole team’s roasted nuts will make you strive to succeed.”

“We have already beaten Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, so it’s only Potter’s mob to overcome and they have some untried players on the team.” Draco hoped that his father had not seen the close margins by which his team had beaten the opponents and the wider margins for Harry’s team. He knew that, in order to win, he’d have to catch the snitch within the first five minutes of the match. Problem was that he enjoyed the chase and the longer it went on the more excitement he got out of it, not that he dared tell his father that. And then there was the anticipated pleasure of riding the skies in close contact with his new partner.

“Remember the feast that awaits you if you fail, Draconius. However you have another type of feast to prepare for tomorrow. To your rooms to prepare, go!”

Draco stood quietly, walked to the door, turned and bowed to his father silently before exiting the door. He walked sedately up the stairs actually feeling that he would like to run up and down whooping for joy, because the imagined threat of beating had not taken place. He tempered his glee by realising that Voldie would not like his catamite in any less than a perfect condition and that might have stayed his father’s brutal cane.

Once in his room Draco enacted as many privacy spells as he knew and then opened the box. Draco grinned: ‘Harry’s is longer and fatter’ he thought as he swapped plugs and concealed the one that had been inside him. The new one felt loose, but he knew his butt would close up quite soon. Morosely he got undressed, wondering what Harry was doing. Draco wandered into his bathroom and entered the shower – he felt that it was no fun without a mate to share it with. He was soon out; whilst drying himself he remembered their towelling session. Almost in tears, Draco climbed nakedly into his familiar bed.

Then he felt the slightest stroke, it lasted only momentarily. A faint echo seemed to repeat: ‘Frater de Draconius defendero et in extremis protego’ and slightly more strongly: ‘I believe you have the strength to bear it, Lover. Take your rest; you’ll need it for tomorrow. Trouble not, imagine my arms comforting you as I am imagining them round you now, and sleep well, dearest Dray’. A glow filled Draco’s breast and he felt his cares melt away. Soon he was in a pure dreamland garden and then in a deep sleep.

###

The morning light fell on Draco’s face. He kept his eyes shut, trying to remember if he had closed his bed curtains last night. Then he realised that there were no bedclothes on top of him and he knew he had snuggled under them whilst Harry was comforting him.

“Sso beautiful, sso chasste,” a sibilant voice whispered.

Draco’s eyes snapped open and he forced a smile onto his face: “My Lord, what an honour to be woken thus,” he stammered.

“I sshould wishh for a more vissible ssign off that honour.” Voldemort made a circular motion with his wand.

Draco grunted as the new dildo squirmed inside his bottom. It hit his prostate and his intumescence started to grow. Draco imagined Harry and his morning woody and that added extra strength to his blossoming beacon of lust.

“Thhat’ss better; quite a ffitting insstrument ffor my ffondling, but ssome resstraint sshould be thhere. Non ejaculare!”

Draco groaned inwardly and smiled outwardly: “I am here to serve my Lord’s pleasure.”

“Thhat you will ccertainly do, Draconiussss. Until later, my catamite-to-be. Ssenssetivo!” Voldemort pointed his wand at Draco’s swelling cock.

Taking a shower was agony, each drop seemed to incite Draco’s libido. Towelling off afterwards was just as bed. Draco went towards his wardrobe and found its doors locked. He cursed and looked for his wand.

“Master Lord says you is not to get dressed to day, Master Draco; only slippers to protect your feet.” Ugly, the chief-house-elf stood there: “You is expected at breakfast in five minutes. If you is resistant then us elves is to transport you.”

Draco sighed knowing that this would be a long day: “I will be down once I’ve brushed my hair, Ugly.”

“No brushing hair, Master Draco; us elves is to curl it.”

Draco cried inwardly as his sleek hair was piled up in ringlets. “Dumb blonde,” he snarled at the mirror as he got up to meet his fate.

“But a very pretty one,” replied the mirror.

Draco approached the chattering breakfast room with his knees knocking. He entered and there was silence, every gloating eye stared at him. Somehow he found a reserve of strength and, muttering “I am a Malfoy, I will not be cowed in my own home,” stalked up the room to where Voldemort was seated.

Voldemort held out his hand, palm upwards. Draco knew what was expected of him and placed his plonker in the palm.

“Who wantss sspecial cream?” Voldemort gave Draco a vicious tug. “Not you Bella, ssurely Luciuss doessss.”

“Yes my Lord, I’m honoured that you asked me.”

“Come here thhen!”

Lucius rose and came to the top of the table.

“Kneel – open your mouth – are you ready?”

With a look of absolute horror, Lucius did as he was told. Voldemort pushed Draco’s penis into his father’s mouth.

“I don’t want to ssee a drop waissted, Lucius-s. Not one iota – ssssee?”

Lucius nodded, closing his mouth round his son’s supersensitive prick. Despite his own horror Draco felt another splurge ready itself for release.

“Finite non ejaculare!”

Lucius’s eyes bulged, so did his cheeks; his adams-apple worked overtime as he swallowed the teenager’s build up of spunk.

“Well done my lieutenant, however I thhink thhere iss ssome more lefft insside hiss prick. Let me ssee you lick the end and draw it out.”

“Yes, My Lord.” Lucius applied his lips.

“No Luciuss jusst lick, with your tongue-tip, that iss better, now we can all ssee. You may grip it with your thhumb and one ffinger if it bobss up and down.”

###

Harry lay on the bed weeping. He was face up and his cock was swollen dangerously. It was Blaise’s turn to be with Harry. Dumbledore having asked the castle to grant the four friends access to the Salon and they had agreed to make a rota. The other three were wandering round the castle pretending that they had just seen Harry somewhere else, if anyone asked.

Blaise was stroking Harry’s hand and juggling his own responsive tool with the other. “Dumbles did warn you that, if you cast the Frater Protector charm, you would feel most of what Draco feels, didn’t he.”

“Yes,” Harry gasped: “But I had to help him last night, he was feeling quite suicidal at one time.”

“Okay, it’s okay, I understand. He did almost the same for me once, when I was captured by death-eaters who wanted to turn me to that monster’s allegiance. He bore some of the pain for me, enabling me to last out until I was rescued by the Aurors.”

“Oh no! Someone’s sucking him.” Harry arched up and he shot forth: “That’s better the non-ej has been lifted.”

“Non-ej? What’s non-ej?”

“Short for Non-ejaculare. I think that the words of most spells are irrelevant they really work with your mental intention and the correct wand-passes. Ooh, that’s rather nice. Someone’s licking it, I’ve a feeling Draco is in front of an audience.”

“Par for the course, really. They all watch while another does something nasty to the victim.”

“Yes he was expecting that. Hey, d’you play golf then?”

“No but my dad does. Don’t let the extreme pure-bloods fool you Harry. Most Magicals have contacts in the Muggle world. The Ministry doesn’t like it, but most sensible people ignore the rules sometimes. He says it keeps him fit and up-to-date with Muggle politics. So who am I to argue; I’m a Slyth because the hat put me there, not from any familial pressures, like Draco.”

“Eew … That was his Dad licking him … Now what’s happening … He’s definitely not enjoying this … even with the sensetivo on him he’s going slack. Whatever is around him is slack, soft and slippery.”

“Hrm … Harry … use the simulacrum, let him get it over and done with quickly. Odds on it’s Dirtitrix trying something on him. His he reacting to a bad smell?”

“Yes, he’s feeling quite nauseous. Who’s Dirtitrix?”

“It’s his nickname for Aunt Bella. She’s got a vile mind and a vile body to match, despite her shapely exterior. Draco thinks she stopped washing in Azkaban and never picked up the habit when she escaped.”

“Have you got some aftershave in your night pack?”

“Yes!” Blaise rummaged around, unscrewed the top and held it out to Harry; who inhaled deeply.

“That’s better, he was almost sick all over her. A-a-ah we’ve shot again; maybe she will get of him now.”

Blaise issued another Scourgify just as Hermione walked in.

###

Bella undressed was worse than Bella dressed. Draco could see lice crawling in her hair and her tits were flabby. She lay on him and worked her abdomen up and down. He was beginning to retch when Blaise’s aftershave assaulted his nostrils. His eyes now watered from its close pungency, but at least he could stand it. Then his flagging cock pulsed and he felt the unmistakable feel of Harry’s fingers caressing it. Quickly, Draco put his imagination to work and shot his load contemplating Harry’s tight arse and not Bella’s floppy fuck-hole.

Bella leered at him: “And here I thought you were only into boys, Drakey-boy. Pity you didn’t last long.” She clambered clumsily off him, managing to suck his cock, and exhibit his cum trickling out of her mouth and her quim.

Draco noticed Voldie grimacing as the smelly bitch passed him.

“Narcisssa, sstop weeping and take your sson. Clean him thhoroughly and have him hhere for Lunch.”

Draco’s mother sniffed back her tears: “Yes My Lord, at once My Lord. Come along Draco let me take you to your room.” Narcissa held out her hand and a damp-eyed Draco grasped it.

Draco was itching by the time they reached the bedroom. His mother was prepared for this and had a very strong de-lousing potion for him to rub into his skin. They did it in the tiled bathroom, with Narcissa Incendioing all the things that jumped off him.