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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
4,081
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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PREVENTING PARADISE
TO REVIEWERS:**THIS IS JUST A NOTE TO SAY I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY DAY, AND WHEN I GET YOU ALL ALONE... well, it gets a bit personal after that**
IT HAS OCCURED TO ME THAT AS OF LATE, I HAVE NOT GIVEN ANY DISCREPENCIES TO MY AUDIENCE ALONG THE LINES OF EDITING AND MY TERMINAL LACK OF SKILL IN THAT PARTICULAR AREA. MY UNFORTUNATE ARCHAIC \"PUTER\" DOES NOT HAVE THE NEW FANGLED CONCEPT OF ELECTRONIC SPELLCHECK AND THUS, MY ANGST BEGINS AND MY HEAR TOR TORN BETWEEN THE MAINTENANCE OF PROPER GRAMMER AND ELOCUTION UPON THESE SANCTIFIED, SMUTTY WALLS, AND IN WRITING FREELY. SO, PLEASE, I ASK YOU - NO, I IMPLORE YOU, MY VIXENS, TO RETAIN YOUR PERSECUTION FOR ANOTHER POOR SOUL - A SOUL WHOSE BRILLIANCE IS ONLY MAGNIFIED BY THEIR POETIC EXCURSIONS AND DIGRESSION INTO THE REALMS OF MADE UP NOUNS AND ADJECTIVES, NOT TO AN IMPOVERISHED SCHOOLGIRL WHOSE NEXT FEW MONTHS OF LIFE MAY OR MAY NOT DETERMINE THE PRODUCTIVITY OF HER FUTURE IN THE REAL WORLD. *SIGHS* OOW IOW I WISH I TRULY WAS JESSICA; IT IS BETTER TO BE HELD CAPTIVE BY SNAPE THAN BY THE INCONSTANCY OF THE MUGGLE CANADIAN INSTITUTION OF SO CALLED \"EDUCATION.\"
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The baleful beating wouldn\'t cease and it was becoming a sort of dirge into the wilderness of the mind; the slow onward plod of the blood doused organ into that great divide between inundated peace in death and tortured existence in a half-life. A Half-life; a halfling... and that is when the penny dropped and its metallic clang could\'ve deafened the poor Jessica sprawled across the dungeon floors of Malfoy Manor. It was her hatred that had spawned the offspring of illegitimacy; in an innocent elf was the extent of her power as a \"dark\" witch and she understood the concept of restraint; there had always been a choice to ignore the dissolute Flitwick but his representation of a presumptuous bigot in size four boys\' robes had been to much. And the insurmountable anguish subsided soft ripples and rocking for a moment and then roared its demand for attention; such as the waves of the ocean fall and crush the helpless mandibular endowed cretins half between mollusk and pyrana scrambling along a beach, Jessica knew her time was fleeting by the whiteness of her own flesh.
Draco stared on in disbelief; he couldn\'t believe his father had comitted to such an unrewardprocprocedure in the long run. Once Jessica had been divested of all her only recently aquired magical potential, the amulet would be truly activated by a means of volition; though Draco hadn\'t a clue as to just how this would be brought to fruition, he was sickenly curious with his father\'s most hidden pursuits and drawn to the allegory of the task at hand. This was more than just a play for power - Lucius had enough of that - no, this was something deeply yearned for, sought in fact, since the beginning of reference in his first year; he aimed with rank practice and ease to subjugate the heir of Slytherin.
If not the first, then the second in order of association; although the quanitity of dark power per se was questionable in this one as the year hadn\'t even begun and such skill had not been recsed,sed, Lucius was adamant of her internal pernicious rites not to be quesitoned with such audacity as to suggest a decent heart beneath the cool veneer of a pureblooded mercenary. She might\'ve been useful as a while living entity though instead of the inevitable shell she would be left as once the pleasures wraught in plunde had been fulfilled; after all she was the most iniquitous, even if her mind was oblivious to the simple fact that being a muggle Slytherin was an oxymoron. But she\'d gone against the stigma of propriety, never having been introduced to it by birth and could easily empathise with the enemy - a very valuable skill indeed.
Lucius gave a bark of command for her to stand and turn around degradingly after being stripped and already branded with a cursive \"M\" on her left shoulder blade, a stark, almost illumine contrast to the now sickly pallor of her skin.
\"Tell me again as to just why I shouldn\'t mar my own personal playground, my beauty?\"
Jessica visibly shuddered to Lucius\' delight but remained determined to keep eye contact, refuting the notion of blinking. Draco\'s breath coursed through the air as some sychophant accessory and he abhored the idea of his paternal connection; like Jessica, Draco had also been branded and made to strip... and raped as he carried this own personal burden as a badge on honour and in all perversity - enchorically grown and procured in the manor, he wished the same upon a sister in victimhood. He only wished he would stop vingving every terse word and slap and pull upon her body as if it was his own; he had been considering leaving this now mundane mess and corruptly desiphering of his own psyche when he could almost feel her supplication through the remote abyss of his father lunging between them.
Another draining blow and Jessica was knocked unconscious with a panting Lucius above her, long mane drenched in a bloody sweat and eyes as opaque as the engraving on a tombstone; Draco could hear a cry of release form cognizant torture and nearly swooned as he watched a trembling hand reach out and grasp a Death Eater\'s cloak. Before Lucius turned back to his bludgeoned possible cadaver, Jessica\'s body had apparated itself without instruction and Lucius merelysed sed a brow at his son\'s overly enthusiastic expression.
\"And here I thought you didn\'t enjoy this sort of thing, Draco,\" Lucius drawled with minimal interest, sipping a glass of red wine whilst casually teasing his transparent locks absurdly through the rivulets lingering on the lip as if trying to combine the blood with the fruit of the drink - the blood of a grape, the rape of a business prospect, not a soul.
Pointing and stuttering with a withering glare for thanks, Draco finally ejaculated, \"She\'s gone!\"
The rest of that night, Draco would rather forget as Lucius held him down and fulfileld every forsaken fancy ever conceived upon the shape of a girl in the shape of a monster... like him.
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In the essense of the delusion, he was a reflection of lesser concupiscence with evil under the guise of impelling more than simply sympathy, but a a mafic conjuction between eyes and breasts and virtue. There was nothing too oblique or unreasonable in his imaginings - and that is all they would ever be now that the one he\'d most likely ever consider confiding in was heaving with even a fetuous struggle. We wrung his adroit and fingers and intertwined them with her likewise, not minding the nervous shuffling in the background, gaxing at the limpid face, all blood vessels devoid and blue from the terrible oxygen.
The arbitrary dysfunction of fate was the talisman for that permanence; he wanted to believe she would be saved so it would be more disheartening than deciding Lucius\' demise - he shouldn\'t have to be made to seek revenge after fifteen years of ignorance and amiable relations no matter how far removed from the obvious opressor. Jessica\'s eyes opened breifly and their hazel delths were strained.
The stress of her regard emanated a pungant frame of thought.
\"The halfling - call Cait,\" Jessica whimpered and rested her head upon Snape\'s thighs, a nonsensical smile plastered upon her face along with a scowl of pain. There was no bastion to cling to now in the face of impending war, and Snape whose thoughts intermingled with his love\'s through legimency, raised the subject of necromancy after an altruistic plight for singular peace, not wishing to put anyone out.
Snape laughed and if Pomfry hadn\'t been out, she would\'ve gasped as he lifted up the robe so provokingly familiar to him and ran his hand down her belly to recieve a weak smile and a trembling stroke to the cheek. Looking solemnly into her eyes before positioning himself before her with every intention as obvious as her own description of C & P, Snape plunged in through her maidenhead, issuing a ragged gasp and groan in lurid accompaniment to the strained act.
Nothing but two venturers embarking upon a pedant journey in the world of solitude and soliloquays, they issued themselves a phsycial reprieve for the time being and Jessica who suddenly perked up, jolted against his stomach, her pubis grinding into his orbs of conception and turned them over, her face a flush of pink.
Smiling broadly, Jessica rammed down roughly upon Snape\'s upward thrust, issuing a moan and nip to her neck as he palmed his favourite spot between her thighs and hips. Her stomach pulsing with heat, Jessica bent down and plastered a series of kisses upon his throat while murmuring a litanous throng of endearments against his delicate eyelids. It had alwways fascinated her that behind that tenuous veil of flesh lay wait the two most moving organs ever to sink deep in the cenotes of her heart, flowing freely their emotion until her own eyes would sympathise and the accumulated river would be all the more plentiful.
And he plunged deeper upward, stoking her raging bonfire about to erupt in the magnificence of pyromania and blinding passion; Jessica writhed and held his shoulders for dear life, her eyes shone as the glistening slits of impending magma before some great volcanic eruption; Snape couldn\'t help but feel as if he belonged there embedded in the sultry mound of broken innocence and willing sacrifice for pleasure. He\'d found a physchological home in her mind, a cavern of solace in her arms and a foundation to build upon and spackled with personal neurocies until his throat would bleed in their relationship - of course, he would never say it, even Snape was avoidant of that extent of honest romanticism.
But gazing upward as Jessica\'s face contorted and she shouted rapturous things at the ceiling and downward against his mouth portended a lasting niche of guilt. Before he could think, she squeazed at his shoulders and sat them both up before nearly coddling him above her whilst giggling manically. There was no longer a flush to her regularily alabaster complexion, but a glow of understanding beneath the kinked hair and broad mouth, evident through the diaphanous confines of the ribcage and into the centre. How anyone would desire to cloven such an tenable warmth - to make that stop - that of the antithesis of vacuity, would be irreprehensible.
Running his tongue behind her ear and whispering his limited faith in Pomfry but inexorable amount in her, Snape growled as he felt her velvet lining compressing against his manhood in a tribute to his compassion. Comingled with the rough change in her, Jessica screamed her affection forcefully against his forehead until he pressed against the beginning of her womb with a purpose left uncontested. Jessica held him inside her as she revelled in the heat of the delitable denoument of passion and stroked his hair almost mournfully.
\"They\'ve managed to sustain her lifeforce, but nothing is for certain, my love,\" she murmured as Snape attempted to bury his face between her arm and breast to shut out the undeniable reality bound to plague him until death.
\"Nothing is ever certain,\" Snape turned his head to the side to make his voice distinguishable before returning to his previous position, immersed in softness.
\"I love you, sweet,\" Jessica murmured, her voice trembling and hold tightening against his scalp. In a most unpleasant paroxysm of joy, she clung to him in sweet prayer until the door swung open to reveal a very debauched looking Draco Malfoy and a quivering pinkish sphere in his arms.
Blinking anxiously, Draco bounced the babe and stepped in with an aura of ambivelence shrouding their two forms; Snape stood up fully nude and took the baby from his arms in silence.
\"I can\'t let her be, sir,\" Draco cowered and grasped Jessica by the armpit, pulling her up as roughly as his minimal conscience would allow. Jessica spat in his right eye and smiled indulgently at an embarrassed glance to his once mentor, Snape.
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Back in the manor, Lucius sat reclining once more, deciding that he would be forced to amend the initial decree set by his lord in order to carry on with just settlement. Soon, Jessica would return and it would be mandatory to explain all of it to her - his association, his cozening and to some extent, the grand facade. It was only a shame that Snape had to have been involved somehow in something remeniscent of a romance with the girl. But that would have to stop; it all would have to stop.
IT HAS OCCURED TO ME THAT AS OF LATE, I HAVE NOT GIVEN ANY DISCREPENCIES TO MY AUDIENCE ALONG THE LINES OF EDITING AND MY TERMINAL LACK OF SKILL IN THAT PARTICULAR AREA. MY UNFORTUNATE ARCHAIC \"PUTER\" DOES NOT HAVE THE NEW FANGLED CONCEPT OF ELECTRONIC SPELLCHECK AND THUS, MY ANGST BEGINS AND MY HEAR TOR TORN BETWEEN THE MAINTENANCE OF PROPER GRAMMER AND ELOCUTION UPON THESE SANCTIFIED, SMUTTY WALLS, AND IN WRITING FREELY. SO, PLEASE, I ASK YOU - NO, I IMPLORE YOU, MY VIXENS, TO RETAIN YOUR PERSECUTION FOR ANOTHER POOR SOUL - A SOUL WHOSE BRILLIANCE IS ONLY MAGNIFIED BY THEIR POETIC EXCURSIONS AND DIGRESSION INTO THE REALMS OF MADE UP NOUNS AND ADJECTIVES, NOT TO AN IMPOVERISHED SCHOOLGIRL WHOSE NEXT FEW MONTHS OF LIFE MAY OR MAY NOT DETERMINE THE PRODUCTIVITY OF HER FUTURE IN THE REAL WORLD. *SIGHS* OOW IOW I WISH I TRULY WAS JESSICA; IT IS BETTER TO BE HELD CAPTIVE BY SNAPE THAN BY THE INCONSTANCY OF THE MUGGLE CANADIAN INSTITUTION OF SO CALLED \"EDUCATION.\"
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The baleful beating wouldn\'t cease and it was becoming a sort of dirge into the wilderness of the mind; the slow onward plod of the blood doused organ into that great divide between inundated peace in death and tortured existence in a half-life. A Half-life; a halfling... and that is when the penny dropped and its metallic clang could\'ve deafened the poor Jessica sprawled across the dungeon floors of Malfoy Manor. It was her hatred that had spawned the offspring of illegitimacy; in an innocent elf was the extent of her power as a \"dark\" witch and she understood the concept of restraint; there had always been a choice to ignore the dissolute Flitwick but his representation of a presumptuous bigot in size four boys\' robes had been to much. And the insurmountable anguish subsided soft ripples and rocking for a moment and then roared its demand for attention; such as the waves of the ocean fall and crush the helpless mandibular endowed cretins half between mollusk and pyrana scrambling along a beach, Jessica knew her time was fleeting by the whiteness of her own flesh.
Draco stared on in disbelief; he couldn\'t believe his father had comitted to such an unrewardprocprocedure in the long run. Once Jessica had been divested of all her only recently aquired magical potential, the amulet would be truly activated by a means of volition; though Draco hadn\'t a clue as to just how this would be brought to fruition, he was sickenly curious with his father\'s most hidden pursuits and drawn to the allegory of the task at hand. This was more than just a play for power - Lucius had enough of that - no, this was something deeply yearned for, sought in fact, since the beginning of reference in his first year; he aimed with rank practice and ease to subjugate the heir of Slytherin.
If not the first, then the second in order of association; although the quanitity of dark power per se was questionable in this one as the year hadn\'t even begun and such skill had not been recsed,sed, Lucius was adamant of her internal pernicious rites not to be quesitoned with such audacity as to suggest a decent heart beneath the cool veneer of a pureblooded mercenary. She might\'ve been useful as a while living entity though instead of the inevitable shell she would be left as once the pleasures wraught in plunde had been fulfilled; after all she was the most iniquitous, even if her mind was oblivious to the simple fact that being a muggle Slytherin was an oxymoron. But she\'d gone against the stigma of propriety, never having been introduced to it by birth and could easily empathise with the enemy - a very valuable skill indeed.
Lucius gave a bark of command for her to stand and turn around degradingly after being stripped and already branded with a cursive \"M\" on her left shoulder blade, a stark, almost illumine contrast to the now sickly pallor of her skin.
\"Tell me again as to just why I shouldn\'t mar my own personal playground, my beauty?\"
Jessica visibly shuddered to Lucius\' delight but remained determined to keep eye contact, refuting the notion of blinking. Draco\'s breath coursed through the air as some sychophant accessory and he abhored the idea of his paternal connection; like Jessica, Draco had also been branded and made to strip... and raped as he carried this own personal burden as a badge on honour and in all perversity - enchorically grown and procured in the manor, he wished the same upon a sister in victimhood. He only wished he would stop vingving every terse word and slap and pull upon her body as if it was his own; he had been considering leaving this now mundane mess and corruptly desiphering of his own psyche when he could almost feel her supplication through the remote abyss of his father lunging between them.
Another draining blow and Jessica was knocked unconscious with a panting Lucius above her, long mane drenched in a bloody sweat and eyes as opaque as the engraving on a tombstone; Draco could hear a cry of release form cognizant torture and nearly swooned as he watched a trembling hand reach out and grasp a Death Eater\'s cloak. Before Lucius turned back to his bludgeoned possible cadaver, Jessica\'s body had apparated itself without instruction and Lucius merelysed sed a brow at his son\'s overly enthusiastic expression.
\"And here I thought you didn\'t enjoy this sort of thing, Draco,\" Lucius drawled with minimal interest, sipping a glass of red wine whilst casually teasing his transparent locks absurdly through the rivulets lingering on the lip as if trying to combine the blood with the fruit of the drink - the blood of a grape, the rape of a business prospect, not a soul.
Pointing and stuttering with a withering glare for thanks, Draco finally ejaculated, \"She\'s gone!\"
The rest of that night, Draco would rather forget as Lucius held him down and fulfileld every forsaken fancy ever conceived upon the shape of a girl in the shape of a monster... like him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the essense of the delusion, he was a reflection of lesser concupiscence with evil under the guise of impelling more than simply sympathy, but a a mafic conjuction between eyes and breasts and virtue. There was nothing too oblique or unreasonable in his imaginings - and that is all they would ever be now that the one he\'d most likely ever consider confiding in was heaving with even a fetuous struggle. We wrung his adroit and fingers and intertwined them with her likewise, not minding the nervous shuffling in the background, gaxing at the limpid face, all blood vessels devoid and blue from the terrible oxygen.
The arbitrary dysfunction of fate was the talisman for that permanence; he wanted to believe she would be saved so it would be more disheartening than deciding Lucius\' demise - he shouldn\'t have to be made to seek revenge after fifteen years of ignorance and amiable relations no matter how far removed from the obvious opressor. Jessica\'s eyes opened breifly and their hazel delths were strained.
The stress of her regard emanated a pungant frame of thought.
\"The halfling - call Cait,\" Jessica whimpered and rested her head upon Snape\'s thighs, a nonsensical smile plastered upon her face along with a scowl of pain. There was no bastion to cling to now in the face of impending war, and Snape whose thoughts intermingled with his love\'s through legimency, raised the subject of necromancy after an altruistic plight for singular peace, not wishing to put anyone out.
Snape laughed and if Pomfry hadn\'t been out, she would\'ve gasped as he lifted up the robe so provokingly familiar to him and ran his hand down her belly to recieve a weak smile and a trembling stroke to the cheek. Looking solemnly into her eyes before positioning himself before her with every intention as obvious as her own description of C & P, Snape plunged in through her maidenhead, issuing a ragged gasp and groan in lurid accompaniment to the strained act.
Nothing but two venturers embarking upon a pedant journey in the world of solitude and soliloquays, they issued themselves a phsycial reprieve for the time being and Jessica who suddenly perked up, jolted against his stomach, her pubis grinding into his orbs of conception and turned them over, her face a flush of pink.
Smiling broadly, Jessica rammed down roughly upon Snape\'s upward thrust, issuing a moan and nip to her neck as he palmed his favourite spot between her thighs and hips. Her stomach pulsing with heat, Jessica bent down and plastered a series of kisses upon his throat while murmuring a litanous throng of endearments against his delicate eyelids. It had alwways fascinated her that behind that tenuous veil of flesh lay wait the two most moving organs ever to sink deep in the cenotes of her heart, flowing freely their emotion until her own eyes would sympathise and the accumulated river would be all the more plentiful.
And he plunged deeper upward, stoking her raging bonfire about to erupt in the magnificence of pyromania and blinding passion; Jessica writhed and held his shoulders for dear life, her eyes shone as the glistening slits of impending magma before some great volcanic eruption; Snape couldn\'t help but feel as if he belonged there embedded in the sultry mound of broken innocence and willing sacrifice for pleasure. He\'d found a physchological home in her mind, a cavern of solace in her arms and a foundation to build upon and spackled with personal neurocies until his throat would bleed in their relationship - of course, he would never say it, even Snape was avoidant of that extent of honest romanticism.
But gazing upward as Jessica\'s face contorted and she shouted rapturous things at the ceiling and downward against his mouth portended a lasting niche of guilt. Before he could think, she squeazed at his shoulders and sat them both up before nearly coddling him above her whilst giggling manically. There was no longer a flush to her regularily alabaster complexion, but a glow of understanding beneath the kinked hair and broad mouth, evident through the diaphanous confines of the ribcage and into the centre. How anyone would desire to cloven such an tenable warmth - to make that stop - that of the antithesis of vacuity, would be irreprehensible.
Running his tongue behind her ear and whispering his limited faith in Pomfry but inexorable amount in her, Snape growled as he felt her velvet lining compressing against his manhood in a tribute to his compassion. Comingled with the rough change in her, Jessica screamed her affection forcefully against his forehead until he pressed against the beginning of her womb with a purpose left uncontested. Jessica held him inside her as she revelled in the heat of the delitable denoument of passion and stroked his hair almost mournfully.
\"They\'ve managed to sustain her lifeforce, but nothing is for certain, my love,\" she murmured as Snape attempted to bury his face between her arm and breast to shut out the undeniable reality bound to plague him until death.
\"Nothing is ever certain,\" Snape turned his head to the side to make his voice distinguishable before returning to his previous position, immersed in softness.
\"I love you, sweet,\" Jessica murmured, her voice trembling and hold tightening against his scalp. In a most unpleasant paroxysm of joy, she clung to him in sweet prayer until the door swung open to reveal a very debauched looking Draco Malfoy and a quivering pinkish sphere in his arms.
Blinking anxiously, Draco bounced the babe and stepped in with an aura of ambivelence shrouding their two forms; Snape stood up fully nude and took the baby from his arms in silence.
\"I can\'t let her be, sir,\" Draco cowered and grasped Jessica by the armpit, pulling her up as roughly as his minimal conscience would allow. Jessica spat in his right eye and smiled indulgently at an embarrassed glance to his once mentor, Snape.
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Back in the manor, Lucius sat reclining once more, deciding that he would be forced to amend the initial decree set by his lord in order to carry on with just settlement. Soon, Jessica would return and it would be mandatory to explain all of it to her - his association, his cozening and to some extent, the grand facade. It was only a shame that Snape had to have been involved somehow in something remeniscent of a romance with the girl. But that would have to stop; it all would have to stop.