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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
22
Views:
40,798
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Planning the Maze
The maze on the Quiddich Pitch is almost full-grown, and Narcissa and Draco have planned a scale map of exactly where each detail of the night's sybaritic pleasures is to be situated. Various of the less presentable slaves are to be tinted to resemble marbles and embedded at irregular intervals within the hedges. Only their heads (glamoured) and arses (some of which also need glamouring) protrude and may, if the desire so strikes, be used at the guests' whims. It is one of Draco's cruder notions that along one obscure stretch of maze the embedded arses will be those of assorted farm animals.
He will point Crabbe and his father in that direction. He is looking forward to it.
As the maze is rectangular, Narcissa decided that there would be a long central corridor, one end of which would hold the rope bondage display, and the other the werewolf pit. Unfortunately it is not going to be a full moon, but Lucius has researched a spell to simulate its effects, which should be interesting. MacNair has volunteered three of his werewolves (the man has truly bizarre interests) for the display. The first, a male, is Fenrir Greyback. The violent beast was reputedly quite surprised to be imprisoned by his 'friends' after the Dark Lord's martyrdom. The second werewolf is a former professor of Draco's. Draco wonders what he is like after two years with MacNair. The third is female. MacNair refers to her solely as 'the bitch', but she should add interest to the display.
Lucius and Narcissa quarreled in icy tones over the exact nature of the werewolf display. Lucius pointed out that the rope bondage should satisfy the more artistic elements at the event, which would leave the werewolf pit to satisfy baser and more populist urges. Draco instantly envisaged two or three gentlemen with attendant ladies or slaves idly viewing the rope bondage while at the other end of the enclosure the crowd howled for blood.
He suggested a row of statues and a noise barrier between the two displays. No-one objected, so he organised it.
Other displays - artistic tableux of all kinds - will be scattered in various corners. Those overcome by the evening's delights will be able to retreat to tiny dells in the woodlands surrounding the maze, each one lined with soft cushions, stocked with delicate provisions and lit with a lantern, the shade of which may be adjusted to reflect the need for privacy - or otherwise.
Today's meeting lasted until nearly midnight. The Ball is growing ever closer, and his mother is furious that details are still being arranged. Her own arrangements for the earlier part of the event were completed weeks ago, and she was also quite annoyed at the massive rearrangement of the guest accommodation required when King Adan and his retinue sent word that they planned to attend. Draco refuses to be penitient. King Adan will be a magnificent asset to the evening, as even his mother can be brought to admit once her initial reaction has passed. His offer of 'Nubian slaves' to help with service is perfect for the Roman theme.
Alone at last in his room, Draco contemplated the final countdown to the Ball. He looked up in simulated surprise as Hole entered the room. Eyebrows arched, lip curled, ready to flay with a word or a whisper. But Hole was quiet as he closed the door behind him and assumed the position on the rug.
Draco unexpectedly felt something break inside him - some thread which has kept him ratcheting up the notches on the scale of violence for the past months. He had spent the previous night with Amaara, who giggled as she jiggled up and down on his lap, and wriggled appreciatively at his hands on her small dark, pink-tipped breasts. Hole looks... hollow... by comparison. The scars on his body are pale, but he is thinner even than he was when he arrived, and Draco cannot help but contrast Amaara's sparkling dark eyes with the dull green gaze Hole turns on him.
Nine days to go.
He summons Hole to bed and pulls him close, as has become his custom, before sleeping; nor does he refrain from his usual night-time use of the body in his bed. No sense getting ridiculous about it, after all.
He will point Crabbe and his father in that direction. He is looking forward to it.
As the maze is rectangular, Narcissa decided that there would be a long central corridor, one end of which would hold the rope bondage display, and the other the werewolf pit. Unfortunately it is not going to be a full moon, but Lucius has researched a spell to simulate its effects, which should be interesting. MacNair has volunteered three of his werewolves (the man has truly bizarre interests) for the display. The first, a male, is Fenrir Greyback. The violent beast was reputedly quite surprised to be imprisoned by his 'friends' after the Dark Lord's martyrdom. The second werewolf is a former professor of Draco's. Draco wonders what he is like after two years with MacNair. The third is female. MacNair refers to her solely as 'the bitch', but she should add interest to the display.
Lucius and Narcissa quarreled in icy tones over the exact nature of the werewolf display. Lucius pointed out that the rope bondage should satisfy the more artistic elements at the event, which would leave the werewolf pit to satisfy baser and more populist urges. Draco instantly envisaged two or three gentlemen with attendant ladies or slaves idly viewing the rope bondage while at the other end of the enclosure the crowd howled for blood.
He suggested a row of statues and a noise barrier between the two displays. No-one objected, so he organised it.
Other displays - artistic tableux of all kinds - will be scattered in various corners. Those overcome by the evening's delights will be able to retreat to tiny dells in the woodlands surrounding the maze, each one lined with soft cushions, stocked with delicate provisions and lit with a lantern, the shade of which may be adjusted to reflect the need for privacy - or otherwise.
Today's meeting lasted until nearly midnight. The Ball is growing ever closer, and his mother is furious that details are still being arranged. Her own arrangements for the earlier part of the event were completed weeks ago, and she was also quite annoyed at the massive rearrangement of the guest accommodation required when King Adan and his retinue sent word that they planned to attend. Draco refuses to be penitient. King Adan will be a magnificent asset to the evening, as even his mother can be brought to admit once her initial reaction has passed. His offer of 'Nubian slaves' to help with service is perfect for the Roman theme.
Alone at last in his room, Draco contemplated the final countdown to the Ball. He looked up in simulated surprise as Hole entered the room. Eyebrows arched, lip curled, ready to flay with a word or a whisper. But Hole was quiet as he closed the door behind him and assumed the position on the rug.
Draco unexpectedly felt something break inside him - some thread which has kept him ratcheting up the notches on the scale of violence for the past months. He had spent the previous night with Amaara, who giggled as she jiggled up and down on his lap, and wriggled appreciatively at his hands on her small dark, pink-tipped breasts. Hole looks... hollow... by comparison. The scars on his body are pale, but he is thinner even than he was when he arrived, and Draco cannot help but contrast Amaara's sparkling dark eyes with the dull green gaze Hole turns on him.
Nine days to go.
He summons Hole to bed and pulls him close, as has become his custom, before sleeping; nor does he refrain from his usual night-time use of the body in his bed. No sense getting ridiculous about it, after all.