Terrorism Repaid

Hermione accompanied and itching blotchy-skinned Harry into the bathroom. He lay on the floor and Hermione noticed ephemeral nits jumping off him and being Incendioed. One or two escaped so Hermione chased them and Incendioed them herself. Harry’s blotchy skin healed itself and he felt hot rain on his skin. Not to be outdone he went into the shower. His eyes watered from the stinging of his prick when the hot liquid hit it.

“Herms, can you cast a waterproof protector over my cock please, Draco’s is stinging and I’ll try to project your protector on to him.”

Hermione giggled and looked at Harry’s scarlet stake. Her wand came out and she cast a small protector charm around it.

Harry concentrated hard, slowly beginning to smile as the penile pain grew less. Harry exited the shower at much the same time that Draco did.

“Herms, keep the shield on whilst we dry-off please, it was agony earlier.”

Hermione had some difficulty concentrating as loyalty and prurience battled for control inside her. Luckily Ronald turned up just as she was deciding to pounce.

“Winky says she’s brought you some refreshments, Harry. She’s bashful about entering the bathroom for some reason and popped off almost as quickly as she entered.”

“She caught Draco and I with only a towel hiding our hard-ons. There was a mirror so it hid nothing.”

Both Ronald and Hermione roared with laughter, Harry joined in, his boner bobbing in time with his guffaws.

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For some reason Draco was giggling when he left his bathroom. Narcissa was sitting demurely at a side table pouring coffee which Ugly had brought in.

“What is so amusing Draco darling. I must say I find this whole scenario far from humorous.”

Draco continued giggling whilst he thought of a suitable excuse, not being sure of his Mother’s true loyalties, he decided against revealing the bond: “It’s the absurdity of our situation Mother; I either laugh or howl in anguish. You are sitting there as if you were entertaining polite lady friends, and your son is naked and erect standing right next door to you.”

“Absurd it is, Son, however I am holding back tears and wondering how ever I became involved in such depraved goings on, but I have to be a loyal wife. Is there no way you can escape this hell-hole, Draco?”

“How well protected is this room, Mother. Lord Voldemort got past its protections this morning.”

“That is because your Father released them. They’re much occupied just now; I suspect that other young man will not stand up to the maltreatment as well as you did and that will make them worse. The protectors are in place again and whilst we’re conscious we’ll feel them fail. Had you not been so soundly asleep you would have noticed that beast entering your apartment.”

“I’m not at liberty to tell you much, Mother, but rest assured I am being protected from the worst degradations. The Dark Lord’s bond can only take if I am truly willing, which I am not, nor will I ever be.”

“Be careful darling, don’t tell me any more and, for Merlin’s sake, make sure you convince him of your undying loyalty.”

“Yes, Mother, I’ll be very, very wary. There’s a way of making him believe that I’m enjoying every minute of it, even if I’m crying inside.”

“You’ve been bonded haven’t you? No don’t tell me, I’m not too good at blocking. I just hope your partner is strong enough. Still, you’re strong in yourself, so an average someone else’s magic will take you well over the top of that creature’s, despite his boasting. I feel a little better now. If I find anything out that might be useful to the light I’ll try and let you know.” Narcissa kissed her son’s cheek: “Now get some rest the main part of your ordeal is yet to come.”

Draco felt a little better as he lay down on the bed. Some of the ache and urgency had fled from his intumescence although it remained at attention. He managed to doze and had a vision of Harry relaxing on a bed and talking to the other three about the nature of bonds. The information was muzzy but the feeling of relaxed and contented companionship helped him to recuperate some of his lost energies.

Ugly woke Draco in time to put up his curls again. As he left his room he met the other young man. To his surprise it was a sobbing Justin. The Hufflepuff was sobbing and his upright prick seemed to have been bleeding.

“Justin, I don’t know what they did to you, but you have my sympathy.”

“Malfoy, I don’t want your sympathy, I want out, but they captured and Imperiused me. You do know that you’ve to Servitor bond me this afternoon, don’t you?”

“No I didn’t, neither of us can do much about it, I’m to be Servitor bonded to Lord Voldemort. Just grin and bear it, it may not be as bad as you think.”

“Says you! You don’t have a bloody cock, do you?” Justin sobbed as he slammed his door behind him.

Draco reopened Justin’s door quietly: “Justin, is it better to be bonded to me or The Dark Lord? At least we’ve been students together for some time.”

“I’ll think on it. You’d better go before you get a sore boner from his impatience.”

Draco closed the door softly. Somehow that encounter made Draco feel more determined than ever. So, despite his naked hardness he marched into the dining room with his head held high, and a grim smile on his face. As indicated he took his seat next to Voldie.

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The five friends, for that is what they felt they were now, sat round a private table eating lunch in the Salon. It was a fairly light hearted affair. Harry had managed to convey Draco’s new mood to them. The hilarity was heightened by Harry occasionally jumping and huffing loudly, dropping his utensils and looking shocked.

“Huh … Voldie’s got Draco’s dong in his hand … Huh … At the lunch table … Huh … Draco daren’t let on so I’m … Huh … doing it for him … Huh.”

The others tried to ignore Harry’s antics as best they could. In the end they started giggling because Harry’s huffs became louder and interrupted their conversations at the most inopportune moments. They even added a sexually surreal atmosphere to a serious discussion about potions. In the end Harry’s libido took over and he came whilst roaring with laughter.

He soon sobered up when he realised that something serious was about to take place at Malfoy Manor.

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“I hhave a sspeccial role for you Draconiuss. In order to carry thhat out you musst hhave an assistant who will be your Sservitor, jusst ass you will be mine. Do you undersstand?”

“Yes, My Lord,” Draco had great difficulty in not hissing back: “But what is that role to be?”

“Thhat I sshall tell you oncce you are bonded to me, my lovely. Ffirsstly you musst bond Jusstin. Hhere iss the sspell you musst usse. Be ready in hhalff an hhour.”

Draco took the parchment: “Thank you My Lord, you honour me beyond my wildest hopes.” Draco went and sat in one of the garden bowers, concentrating and practicing the words and wand-passes needed. He noticed that they were extremely similar to the ones he and Harry had used.

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“He’s going to bond Justin first.” Harry informed them.

“Right Harry, you must bond me at the same time, like we discussed,” said Blaise.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, very sure. Vince, Greg and Theo are already hooked up to some death-eater or other, they won’t say which. He’s got Justin now, so they’re bound to have another go at me.”

“Then you can pass it on to me. It seems less complicated between a male and a female.” Pansy smiled winningly at both Blaise and Harry.

“Tomorrow’s going to be busy day for you and Draco, Harry. Ron and I want in too, Voldie’s sure to target your two best friends.”

“Merlin’s balls, Guys; you really mean it don’t you … Um … Two more will make nine and then we’ll be unassailable.

“Blaise and I have an idea about that too,” put in Ronald: “But we need to talk to them first. You two had better get ready.”

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Justin looked less strained when he entered the Manor’s ballroom. He managed to whisper to Draco as they approached the black draped dais: “I’ve thought about it – please bond me, I’d like that much better.”

“Okay! But pretend not to, otherwise HE will smell a rat.” Draco whispered back.

All the death-eaters were caped and masked. One of whom had a silver staff in his hand. He thumped it on the ground: “Behold two suppliants at our Master’s feet.”

Draco and Justin knelt in front of Voldemort

“I, Draconius Malfoy, beg to be initiated into this most noble order of Magicals, My Lord.”

“I, Justin Finch-Fletchley, beg to be initiated into this most noble order of Magicals, My Lord.”

“Draconiuss hass ffound ffavour and will be my Sservitor. Jusstin hass ffound lessser ffavour and will be Draconiuss’ss Sservitor. The lessser will be inisssiated beffore thhe greater. Draconiuss do thhy duty.”

“Yes my Lord.” Draco bowed to Voldemort and turned to Justin: “Justin Finch-Fletchley are you willing to be my Servitor and obey me in all things?”

“I, Justin Finch-Fletchley agree to become the Servitor of Draconius Malfoy.” He adopted a grim smile and a wary posture.

“You will show your subservience to me by servicing me sexually.”

“What …? N-no; p-please, no?”

Justin’s show of reluctance delighted Voldemort who signalled to two of his death-eaters. They grabbed Justin, took him to the lightly padded high stool, bent him over it and spread his legs. Justin managed to wink at Draco from between his taut legs.

Draco adopted a masterful stride and quietly muttering a lubrication spell whipped out Justin’s plug and entered him, seemingly brutishly. Justin gently tensed his arse muscles twice, to let Draco know everything was all right and then let out a blood curdling scream.

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“Come on Harry get it in, stop dithering.” Blaise smiled up from between his legs. Unlike Justin, Blaise was lying on his back with his bottom on the edge of the bed, where Harry could easily approach.

“Hang on, I want to enter when Draco does … There …” Harry was inside Blaise and pumping heartily.

Unlike Justin who was pretending it hurt and screaming the place down, Blaise was enjoying the sensation and gurgling with glee. Both of them felt highly turned on: Blaise because Harry was leaning forward and abrading Blaise’s prick between their stomachs; Justin because Draco’s fingers were working their magic on his pole beneath them.

Justin’s screams grew less as they approached fulfilment until there was no doubt he was enjoying the situation, which also pleased Voldemort because he felt that Draco had won over a recalcitrant recruit.

As their juices squirted, all four participants felt their magic blend – not as drastically as between Draco and Harry, but sufficient to envelop them in a short lived aura.

“Malfo super Finca-cum-Fletcham adrogaro Servitor.”

“Potto super Zabinius adrogaro Servitor.”

“Finca-cum-Fletcho infer Malfam corroboro Servitor.”

“Zabinia infer Pottam corroboro Servitor.”

In one camp two of the participants hugged each other, laughing in relief.

In the other camp one pretence of pain shook hands with another pretence of superiority.

Then it was Draco’s turn.

He showed no reluctance and took up his legs-wide stance over the padded stool. By doing so he circumvented the need for Voldemort to ask him formally; something important that the arse-hungry monster forgot. The Dark Lord snatched the dildo out of Draco’s bottom, making him gasp in discomfort. Draco was naked; Voldemort was not; only opening his clothes enough for his snake like dagger to enter the quivering blond bottom beneath him.

Harry lay on the bed, simulacrum in hand, in case his partner became too nauseated with Voldie’s penetration. His eyes opened in amazement as something seemed to be wiggling inside his urethra, and then a phantom pair of lips started to creep up his stem.

Draco jumped when Nagini started to explore his penis. The snake’s tongue wiped round his mushroom and then finding the glans-eye pushed inside. The new sensation made his muscles spasm, Voldemort grunted in gratification, his mental link sending approval to his familiar and asking for a repeat. The snake inched up Draco’s stake, pausing every couple of millimetres to suck on the outside and wriggle its forked tongue on the inside.

There was no need for Harry to use the simulacrum. Voldemort and Nagini were an expert team; Draco’s senses were overwhelmed in salaciousness. Instead of it being an ordeal, the pleasure made him an almost willing partner; however, he kept at the back of his mind who his real brother-in-magic was; plus the realisation that an incoherent Harry was enjoying much the same sensations.

Something almost scalded Draco’s intestines; he knew what it was and awaited their withdrawal. Voldemort was still until Nagini signalled Draco’s completion. Both of them withdrew rapidly catching every raw nerve on the way. Draco convulsed as this happened, fell off the stool and lay spasming in front of a triumphant Voldemort.

“Voldemo ssuper Malfam adrogaro Sservitor.”

Draco was still quivering: “M-malf-fo in-f-fer Vold-e-mam non cor-rob-o-ro Servitor.”

In his victory Voldemort missed the extra word hidden quickly in Draco’s nervous stuttering. Draco deliberately magnified the trembles he was still feeling, stoking the Dark Lord’s inflated idea of his own prowess. Voldemort stood looking round triumphantly not noticing Harry’s almost imperceptive protector eating the aura of the hex.

Aided by the others casting Aquamentis, Harry recovered quickly and drew his wand: “Potto frater Malfam eradico adrogat Voldemam!” There was a sizzling as the jinx and the charm fought – the charm won easily forcing the jinx into a magically sealed container which Pansy was holding.

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“Are you able to stand, my dear catamite?”

“Yes … My … Lord.” Draco exaggerated his weakness slightly, so much so that the Dark Lord’s hand came out to support him. “Thank you My Lord.”

“Are you sstrong enough-ff now?”

“Yes thank you, My Lord, that was a superlative sensation.”

“Maybe I will allow you to exxperiencce it again one day.”

“I shall look forward to that, My Lord.”

“Meanwhhile I hhave a sspeccial misssion ffor you to carry out. Here are your ssealed papers. Open thhem in the privaccy off your bed-sspacce at sschool.” Voldemort held his hand out for Draco to kiss.

Draco kissed the beasts digits, smiling as he thought that they smelt much better that Dirtitrix. Voldemort was flattered that his newest recruit seemed genuinely pleased to serve him. Nagini had some doubts, but knowing its owner’s nasty temper kept them to itself until it obtained better proof.

A smiling Lucius stepped forward with a death-eater’s cloak: “The cloak is a sign of your acceptance Draconius, Hood and mask are awarded after your next ceremony, once you are legally of age in both worlds.”

Draco heaved a silent sigh of relief: “Thank you, Father, I shall endeavour to be worthy of My Lord Voldemort’s trust.” Draco held up the papers and waved them slightly melodramatically, bowed deeply to the monster on the dais and withdrew through the nearest door. Another death-eater followed him out.

“Well played, Draco. He likes a bit of melodrama.” This kind of sarcastic remark could only belong to one person – Draco’s Godfather.

Silently they went up to Draco’s room, where Severus removed the sensitising hex from Draco’s straining appendage.

“If you feel strong enough I’ll apparate us back to school. I have a feeling that your brother-in-magic and his friends have cooked something up between them.”

“Yes they have, Harry’s Servitor bonded someone at the same time I did Justin.”

Severus chuckled: “Are you going to make it a Nonet then?”

“A Nonet?”

“Yes the strongest bonding ever; just think Arithmancy for a minute.”

“Oh … Hmm … three times three … So?”

“It’d make it almost impossible for Voldie to beat any of you.”

“Well then, let’s get Justin. Can you take us both back at the same time, Uncle?”

“I hope you are not casting aspersions on my apparating abilities, Nephew?”

Draco looked at his godfathers smiling face and thought about what he had just said: “Hmm … Sorry Uncle … I forgot my grammar in my excitement … Will you take us both back at the same time please, Uncle?”

“That kind of lapse could land you in deep trouble in these surroundings, Godson. Go and apprise your vassal of our imminent departure.”