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Draco Interruptus
Disclaimer: I don’t even pretend to own them. I just like taking them out to play with them once in awhile. I’ll put them back, I promise. They belong to JKR, I know.
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Chapter Thirteen
Draco Interruptus
Lucius stood before the Dark Lord in his deatheater robes with the rest of the Dark Lord’s followers, awaiting the reason for the summons this evening. He couldn’t afford to be preoccupied with Hermione, his little pet at home. A slip like that could cost him his life. More than that, it could cost both Draco and Hermione their lives as well.
“Well Luciussss,” Voldemort hissed, “how are things going with the filthy little mudblood slave?”
“They are going well my Lord” Lucius replied.
“I have heard that she is quite an intelligent witch. Do you think you could persuade her to come to our side Luciussss.”
“I’m not sure yet my Lord. She is quite headstrong and intent on being on the side of her friend Potter. I am trying to break her as is my son. Hopefully, we will be successful and she will willingly join our side. She has become a Spells Mistress and I believe she could be quite an asset.” Lucius replied.
“Lucius, if you cannot …. persuade her, then you shall bring her to me and I will do it forcefully if need be. Do you understand me clearly?”
“Yes my Lord.”
Lucius could feel the Dark Lord begin to probe into his mind, seeking out some tidbits of information that he, Lucius, may have left out. Lucius was a fair occlumens and put up a wall to block his innermost thoughts. He let through the memory of making Hermione suck his cock on her first day at the manor.
Thankfully Voldemort did not feel these walls go up, but he had a deep feeling that Lucius was hiding something. Something concerning his mudblood ‘slave’. He could not let this go unpunished, for he was rarely wrong about his followers lying to him.
Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it directly at Lucius, as Lucius looked at him with confidence with his eyes. He knew the Dark Lord didn’t know what he was hiding, just that something wasn’t said.
“Crucio” Voldemort hissed as he looked at Lucius to watch him take the torture.
Lucius fell to the ground, writhing in agony. He felt a couple of his ribs break as his body contorted in pain. Voldemort held the curse on Lucius for almost ten full minutes, far longer than needed as Lucius was almost unconscious by that time.
“You will not keep anything from me Lucius!” Voldemort hissed.
Lucius couldn’t respond as he convulsed from internal injuries. With that, Voldemort again pointed his wand at Lucius and transported his near lifeless body back to his manor.
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As Draco’s tongue ran across Hermione’s bottom lip, she felt a fire start to burn in her. She was sure he could feel the heat radiating from her core. But he seemed oblivious to the feelings that he was stirring in her body.
Draco slid his tongue to her ear and began to nibble at it gently. Something in him wanted to take her slowly, like you would take somebody you cared for. He had to remind himself that she was just Granger, a dirty mudlood. He couldn’t get attached to her emotionally.
He went to the mark on her neck he had given her the previous evening. It was still glaringly bright on her skin. He bit into it again and began sucking at it. Hermione gasped quietly at his mouth touching her.
He had started to undo her serpent-shaped buttons to get to her body when a timid knock sounded at the door.
“Who the hell is it?” he bellowed at the door.
“It is Harkey, young Master.”
“What the bloody hell do you want elf?”
“It is the Master Sir. He was being returned to the manor and it does not look good sir. He is bleeding bad and screaming out.”
“Gods be damned” he muttered as he turned from Granger to go to the door.
Hermione redid her button on her uniform and looked at Draco with trepidation in her eyes. She didn’t know if she should follow him to Lucius or go back to her room.
Draco took that decision from her when he grabbed her by the wrist roughly and dragged her to the door so the house elf could lead them to his father.
“No time to get squeamish now Granger. You always wanted to help fight the Dark Lord. I know you’re not a healer but your spells may come in handy.” Draco told her.
He opened the door to the family elf and followed Harkey’s lead. They were heading down to the lower dungeons. Draco stopped short and drew out his wand saying “Accio Granger’s wand.”
Within but a minute, Hermione’s wand came flying toward him. He caught it in his outstretched hand and presented it to her.
“Don’t get any funny ideas Granger. You don’t have the ability to disapparate within this manor. And if you try to hurt myself or my father I shall kill you with my bare hands.”
They hurried toward the dungeons to see what kind of damage had been done to Lucius.
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AN: Hope you liked this one. I wanted to get the plot moving a bit more. As usual please R & R. It keeps me going.
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Chapter Thirteen
Draco Interruptus
Lucius stood before the Dark Lord in his deatheater robes with the rest of the Dark Lord’s followers, awaiting the reason for the summons this evening. He couldn’t afford to be preoccupied with Hermione, his little pet at home. A slip like that could cost him his life. More than that, it could cost both Draco and Hermione their lives as well.
“Well Luciussss,” Voldemort hissed, “how are things going with the filthy little mudblood slave?”
“They are going well my Lord” Lucius replied.
“I have heard that she is quite an intelligent witch. Do you think you could persuade her to come to our side Luciussss.”
“I’m not sure yet my Lord. She is quite headstrong and intent on being on the side of her friend Potter. I am trying to break her as is my son. Hopefully, we will be successful and she will willingly join our side. She has become a Spells Mistress and I believe she could be quite an asset.” Lucius replied.
“Lucius, if you cannot …. persuade her, then you shall bring her to me and I will do it forcefully if need be. Do you understand me clearly?”
“Yes my Lord.”
Lucius could feel the Dark Lord begin to probe into his mind, seeking out some tidbits of information that he, Lucius, may have left out. Lucius was a fair occlumens and put up a wall to block his innermost thoughts. He let through the memory of making Hermione suck his cock on her first day at the manor.
Thankfully Voldemort did not feel these walls go up, but he had a deep feeling that Lucius was hiding something. Something concerning his mudblood ‘slave’. He could not let this go unpunished, for he was rarely wrong about his followers lying to him.
Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it directly at Lucius, as Lucius looked at him with confidence with his eyes. He knew the Dark Lord didn’t know what he was hiding, just that something wasn’t said.
“Crucio” Voldemort hissed as he looked at Lucius to watch him take the torture.
Lucius fell to the ground, writhing in agony. He felt a couple of his ribs break as his body contorted in pain. Voldemort held the curse on Lucius for almost ten full minutes, far longer than needed as Lucius was almost unconscious by that time.
“You will not keep anything from me Lucius!” Voldemort hissed.
Lucius couldn’t respond as he convulsed from internal injuries. With that, Voldemort again pointed his wand at Lucius and transported his near lifeless body back to his manor.
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As Draco’s tongue ran across Hermione’s bottom lip, she felt a fire start to burn in her. She was sure he could feel the heat radiating from her core. But he seemed oblivious to the feelings that he was stirring in her body.
Draco slid his tongue to her ear and began to nibble at it gently. Something in him wanted to take her slowly, like you would take somebody you cared for. He had to remind himself that she was just Granger, a dirty mudlood. He couldn’t get attached to her emotionally.
He went to the mark on her neck he had given her the previous evening. It was still glaringly bright on her skin. He bit into it again and began sucking at it. Hermione gasped quietly at his mouth touching her.
He had started to undo her serpent-shaped buttons to get to her body when a timid knock sounded at the door.
“Who the hell is it?” he bellowed at the door.
“It is Harkey, young Master.”
“What the bloody hell do you want elf?”
“It is the Master Sir. He was being returned to the manor and it does not look good sir. He is bleeding bad and screaming out.”
“Gods be damned” he muttered as he turned from Granger to go to the door.
Hermione redid her button on her uniform and looked at Draco with trepidation in her eyes. She didn’t know if she should follow him to Lucius or go back to her room.
Draco took that decision from her when he grabbed her by the wrist roughly and dragged her to the door so the house elf could lead them to his father.
“No time to get squeamish now Granger. You always wanted to help fight the Dark Lord. I know you’re not a healer but your spells may come in handy.” Draco told her.
He opened the door to the family elf and followed Harkey’s lead. They were heading down to the lower dungeons. Draco stopped short and drew out his wand saying “Accio Granger’s wand.”
Within but a minute, Hermione’s wand came flying toward him. He caught it in his outstretched hand and presented it to her.
“Don’t get any funny ideas Granger. You don’t have the ability to disapparate within this manor. And if you try to hurt myself or my father I shall kill you with my bare hands.”
They hurried toward the dungeons to see what kind of damage had been done to Lucius.
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AN: Hope you liked this one. I wanted to get the plot moving a bit more. As usual please R & R. It keeps me going.