Daimons

Chapter 17

Thought I should warn you, there is a Characater's death in this chapter.

Hermione woke, to her astonishment, relaxed. The soft bed and warm room was a pleasant surprise from her time in Knockturn Alley. Seeing Gavin standing with a tray of food, her stomach grumbled softly. She quickly propped herself up against numerous goose down pillows only to realize that she lay naked under the blankets. She desperately grabbed for the sheets, yanking them hard to cover her exposed, perky breasts.

“I did not give you permission to cover yourself.” His voice, cold as ice… was demanding. He arched a brow when she was slow to response.

“Sorry.” She slowly lowered the sheet until she was bare from the waist up.

Gavin sat the tray at the foot of the bed before he ordered Hermione, “Put your hands over your head and hold the backboard. If you wish not to be punished, I suggest that you not let go until given permission.

Reluctantly, she did as she was ordered. This wasn’t the man she had fallen in love with. This man had a sharp edge that her Gavin didn’t. He seemed to be cruel, she noted. Hermione would soon find out how cruel Gavin had become.

Her breasts fit nicely in the palms of his hands. He messaged them for a moment or two until he coaxed a moan out of Hermione. Her head was thrown back as she arched her chest into his touch. He rolled the nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they became hard and stood out. She hated her response as she felt the moister between her legs start to flow down her thighs. She almost came when he started to gently suck on her already aroused breasts. Her eyes were closed and her body was humming when she felt the coolness of the room attack her heated breasts. Her body ached for those lips to be on her again. Instead, the room was filled with her scream as he magically pierced both nipples. Small golden bars penetrated her nipples with tiny balls at each end, preventing them to slip out.

“I want to see.” He waited impatiently

“What!? My breast and how you mutilated them.” Her anger had risen to the surface.

“Don’t be petulant. Throw the covers back and open your legs for me.”

“Go fuck yourself!” Hermione folded her arms across her chest, only to wince in pain from the piercing.

With a bit of wandless magic the sheets and blankets that covered her, were tossed across the room. With a wave of his hand her legs were splayed open. He sneered when he saw the moisture between her folds. Strutting up to Hermione, he leaned into her for a kiss while two of his fingers slipped easily into her. Her fingers dug deep into his shoulder blades; first to push him away then, when her libido took over, she drew him nearer. His broad fingers toyed with her and within a few moments sent her flying into a frenzied orgasm. Stepping back Gavin offered his wet fingers to Hermione to suck clean.

Reluctantly she licked her juices from his fingers. He leered down at her as she did his bidding. “I wondered what kind of slut you were.” Her mouth dropped opened. “Now we know. Can’t even call you a whore, you do it for free.” As he was leaving, he turned to Hermione and warned her not to leave the room. The bars in her nipples would let him know where she was at all times. He ordered her to eat everything on her plate as he departed.

Knowing better than not to, Hermione pulled the tray of food up from the end of the bed. As she munched on a piece of toast, her mind was a buzzed with only one thought: what had she gotten herself into? After she ate, she snuggled under the comforter and wondered, wondered how long it would be before he told Voldemort who she really was.

She cried herself to sleep, curious why he hadn’t already.

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Lucius was uncomfortable. Wearing muggle clothes always made him uneasy. He pulled at the collar of his shirt as he stared at the line of rifles that were mounted on the wall.

“Looking for a rifle?” the sales clerk asked.

“I believe I am. It’s a gift for a friend who is somewhat an amateur.”

“That depends. How much money you plan on spending?”

“Money is no object but efficiency is.” Lucius was sure he saw dollar signs in the clerk’s eyes.

“Well this one has an infrared telescope. A little red dot on your prey will pinpoint where the bullet will land. All you have to do it point and shoot.”

“How far must one be from the… subject?”

“Up to a mile away. Big game hunting?” the clerk asked.

“The biggest.” For the next half an hour Lucius was given a lesson on the use of the weapon. By the time he left with the package under his arm and the clerk obliviated, Lucius was very sure he made the right decision on the means of killing Severus’ child. If Severus died as well… such was life. He could deal with the Dark Lord’s wrath afterwards.

As he passed a Pizza Parlor he found the smell was enticing. Never in his life had he ever wanted… pizza. The urge for an anchovies and pineapple pizza was overwhelming. He looked as his watch. He had time for a pizza… or two.

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With his blond locks tucked under a hairnet and rubber gloves on his hands, Draco started to empty the large dishwasher. This was the sixth of the day. Scraping, rinsing, and filling the washer was his job for eight hours a day. Francis insisted that he get a job if he planned on adopting Tyler. For some strange reason Draco didn’t resent the work and almost… enjoyed it. There was a feeling of accomplishment that he had never felt before.

“Dray,” the manager called Draco by his new name. One that wasn’t quite as unique as Draco was. “I have your first paycheck.”

Beaming Draco took the check and stared at the numbers. It wasn’t much, not by any standard, much less than Malfoy’s, but he earned every farthing.

“What’re your plans for the money?” the manager liked the young man. He worked hard and kept his nose out of other people’s business.

“I promised a friend a movie and dinner. The rest will go to the lady that is allowing me to stay with her.”

“Francis? She’s godsend, isn’t she?” He smiled as he slapped Dray on the back.

“Yeah, I guess she is.”

Their conversation was interrupted when a waitress came in laughing so hard tears were falling. “You’ll never believe what this guy ordered.” She went into a fit of hysterics. The manager and Dray looked at one another, slightly perplexed, then back at the waitress waiting for the ‘punch’ line.

“Well?” the manager asked.

The waitress wiped the tears from her eyes and snorted before she continued. “He ordered anchovies, pineapple, ‘lots and lots of red pepper flakes’, his words not mine, then he added he wanted sliced dill pickles on it too. The guy must be pregnant. You want a look at him? He’s drop dead gorgeous.”

The manager went to peak through the kitchen door to look at the customer.

Another time Draco would have been the first one in line to see a ‘drop dead gorgeous man’ but somehow it didn’t much matter to him anymore. “Naw, I have more important things to do than to look at another bizarre customer. See you tomorrow.” He cheerfully waved goodbye. With check in hand he left through the back door of the restaurant.

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Greyback was not the jealous type. Why should he be? He was the alpha of the pack and ruled with brute force and intimidation. His pack, which may not like him, did respect him. The life he led was luxurious compared to his fellow werewolves and he had his choice of partners, male or female. Heterosexuality was a human concept, one he could not fathom. Why limit one’s pleasure to half of the population?

Watching Remus interact with his pack aggravated him. Each werewolf Remus met took to the gentle werewolf, something he couldn’t understand. There were many moments in the last few days the idea of ripping out his throat seemed a good idea, but he needed Remus. The idea of freedom and political power for the werewolves was more important than do tear Remus limb from limb. He smiled evilly. One day, when either one or the other side won, there would be one more casualty: Remus Lupin.

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Severus lounged by the open window of his lab. Ron before he left, had covered and tucked his husband in. Within easy reach sat a jug of pumpkin juice and a plate of fruits and vegetables. Eyeing the platter of food with distain he gave a great sigh as he picked up a piece of carrot.

“I’m not a bloody rabbit,” he bitched.

“Mom believes that when you’re pregnant you should be able to eat what ever you want,” Ron said as he sliced some willow bark thinly. Severus was pleasantly surprised at how adept Ron was once he put his mind to work.

“I must have Armstrong chat with Molly.” He eyed the piece of carrot suspiciously before dropping it back on the plate. “He’s going to stave me to death if he’s not careful.”

Ron thought long and hard before he replied. “Would you like me to sneak some food in tomorrow?”

“Bless you my boy.” The gratitude in Severus’ voice shocked Ron. “I will, it pains me to say, be in your debt.”

“Don’t stress, Professor, my older brothers used to do the same for Mom when she was pregnant with me and I didn’t turn out too bad.”

After that comment Severus wondered, for a moment, if he should eat the rabbit food. He loathed admitting that indeed Ron hadn’t turned out so bad after all.

“Something fattening, with not one iota of nutritious value to it please.” Severus face reddened.

“Something gooey and rich?”

“Oh yes,” Severus moaned in much the same way as when Armstrong took him in his mouth. At the moment something ‘gooey and rich’ sounded even better.

Abruptly changing the subject, Ron asked, “Sir, do you think I can make the antidote?” Ron’s voice echoed Severus’ concern.

“Ron you are one of the laziest students I have ever come across.” The tips of Ron’s ears reddened, some from embarrassment, some from anger. “To get you to concentrate longer than five minutes on anything other than Quidditch was a small miracle but I never thought of you as stupid. If you tried at all, there is no doubt that your grades would have been par with Ms. Granger.”

“Do you think?” Ron asked.

“No Mr. Weasley, I don’t ‘think’, I know.”

“Thank you, sir. You have no idea how much, those words meant to me.” Embarrassed, he turned to the potion he was working on. “Should I repeat the potion again?”

“Yes, this time without looking at the book. Remember the antidote has to be no more than two hours old or the effect is deemed useless.”

“‘If all the components are ready the potion takes only thirty minutes to brew.’ I remember.”

“Relax, Ron, you’ve brewed it perfectly a half a dozen times. This is one potion when we’re done you’ll do in your sleep.”

“Yes sir.” Under Severus’ scrutiny Ron worked in silence. “Sir?” he finally said.

“Yes Mr. Weasley?”

“Do you think Draco would be proud of me?”

“Yes Ron, I believe he would be extremely proud of you.”

“Thank you, sir.” He paused. “Do you think I’ll ever hear from him again?”

“I certainly hope so. I, too, miss the little snot.”

Ron heard the chiming of the grandfather clock from the hall and knew it was time for Del and Poppy to be showing up for Severus’ afternoon walk. Del’s and Poppy’s marriage was the gossip of Hogwarts. The girls thought they were such a cute couple, always hugging and kissing, like teenagers. The boys gagged and thought it was gross that two old folks would snog one another. The thought of the two having sex sent shills down their back.

“Sir, it’s time for you to be putting your cloak on. Madam Pomfrey should be here in a few minutes.”

“You would think that a grown man could take a walk without being escorted. They act as if I’m going to keel over any minute.”

“They’re just worried about you, Professor.”

“I know,” he complained. “I still don’t have to like it.”

“Yes, sir.” Ron had fetched Severus’ cloak and held it for him as Severus slipped his arms into the sleeves. He was buttoning the front of his robe when came a knock on the door.

“I’m coming!” he bellowed from his lab. “Impatient,” he muttered. Ron followed him to the front door.

Severus opened the door to the sight of Poppy and Del in a fervent kiss. “Poppy, I expect this kind of action from a Daimon but you, I expect better.”

Poppy smiled at Severus. “Get a life Snape,” she teased. Noticing a missed button, Poppy stepped in front of Severus to correct the problem. The impact was felt before the sound was heard. Poppy’s eyes widened in terror. She looked towards her husband while a bloody hand reached out for him.

“Del,” was all she said as she crumpled to her death.

Severus’ body was thrown back from the impact into the arms of Ron. “Sir, are you all right?”

Severus’ long fingers clenched what was once his stomach. He looked at the gaping wound and knew that all of his hopes and dreams were, in a flash of a rife, gone.

Seconds before the darkness overtook him, the only thing Ron could hear him say was, “No!”