Abused Massacre

Chapter 19: Sex and Warnings

Shock. Complete and utter shock. He was about to have a heart attack. Never would he have thought that his mother, former Death Eater, would join Dumbledore’s forces.
“Yes my love.” She said in a composed tone.
“Mum, what are you doing here?” He asked in disbelief.
“The same thing you are, love. But I thought that I told you that I didn’t want you fighting against the Dark Lord.” She responded an angry look blossoming on her beautiful face.
“Narcissa, would you like to sit down?” Dumbledore interjected quickly with an outstretched hand to the nearest chair. Draco’s eyes never left his mother as she gracefully moved to sit. Why didn’t she tell him that she was going to join the Order? Maybe because she thinks that you wanted to join the Dark Lord’s forces you dolt. No wonder. “I’d like to introduce Narcissa Malfoy, out second newest member.” Dumbledore said to the room full of people. They looked at him in disbelief. Everyone remained silent. Speechless. Dumbfounded.
“Dumbledore are you mad?” Cameron finally said standing and placing his hands on the table. “Two Malfoy’s?” He looked at them both with through suspicious eyes. “What are you two playing at?”
“I’m not playing at anything, Marcus. These two have been though quite a lot since Christmas. They are on our side now.” Dumbledore said looking over his half moon glasses at him. Draco watched as the large man opened and closed his mouth in incredulity.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. One I can deal with, but two? And she’s already a Death Eater.” He continued jerking his head towards Narcissa.
“Everyone deserves a second chance.” Said Neville in a quiet voice. Draco looked at his classmate with great appreciation. If only he knew. He felt so guilty he wanted to disappear. He looked at his mother to see her reaction. She was looking unblinkingly at Longbottom. He could tell that she recognized him and knew that she was remembering the night when she sent his parent’s to St. Mungo’s. She opened her mouth as if to speak but shut it just as quickly. Regret etched deep lines into her smooth skin.
“He’s right Cameron.” Said Tonks. Cameron’s eyes focused on the brunette. “With a world like this, those who want to change should be granted the chance to.” Looking at her for a few seconds longer, he nodded and sat back down.
“Now, since that has been cleared up shall we proceed?” Dumbledore asked the group. The room unanimously nodded.
Draco sat listening intently to the news that Dumbledore brought. He felt Hermione’s hand resting on his knee. Placing his hand on top of hers he squeezed it softly but did not turn to look at her. He was told that his job at the school was to eaves drop on the other Slytherins to see if he could find out information about the Dark Lord. That would be easy. Crabbe and Goyle wouldn’t suspect anything, the morons.
The meeting ended an hour later. With everyone informed of Voldemort’s current standings, the members dispersed. The student’s were to return to the castle after a light meal that Mrs. Weasley had prepared.
“Will you show me around the house?” He asked Hermione while they waited for their dinner to be prepared. She smiled brightly at him. Most of the members had gone back to where they had come from.
“Sure.” She responded. Taking his hand she pulled him out of the room and up the stairs. Walking around the neat household he admired the glossy oak floor. Popping their heads into an empty room she showed him a large tapestry that she was particularly fond of.
Entering the dim room he lit the end of his wand to properly see the piece of artwork. Admiring it, he felt two hands slip around him. He looked down. Hermione was staring up at him with her large chocolate colored eyes. He smirked and leaned down to kiss her. Locking lips, he put his wand in his pocket and took her smooth face in his hands. He ravaged her tender mouth. Moaning he pulled away shaking his head.
“Dinner won’t be for another 20 minutes or so.” She said with an evil grin while running her hand to his privates. He groaned. “I know you want it. Come on…” She whispered in his ear. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She nipped his earlobe and sucked on his neck. He gripped her slender waist.
Running her hands down his chest she worked on the buckle of his pants. Unzipping his jeans she moved her lips from his neck to his pole.
“Hermione…”He heard himself whisper. She flicked her tongue over his head. He gripped her shoulders. She brushed his manhood with her moist tongue again this time moving to his shaft. Taking his head in her mouth she gently suckled it. “You little wench.” He said pulling her off of him. He pulled her up and slammed her against the door. Wrenching up her skirt he pulled off her panties. She wrapped her legs around him and smiled.
“Isn’t this position familiar?” She said in an amused voice. “I want you in me.” She said in a hushed tone. He was so hard he could rival a rock. He kissed her and pushed her legs off of him. “What…?” But before she could finish he was between her legs. Laving the soft flesh between her legs with his tongue he felt her shudder. Running her fingers through his hair he teased her delicateness. Returning to his standing position the rock became one with the cave.
He shivered as the fleshy tissue connected. Rhythmically moving inside her, he felt her come over and over again. He suppressed her moans with his mouth. Feeling himself reach the pinnacle of pleasure before he violently burst. A thin layer of sweat had coated a layer of moisture on their faces.
Breathing heavily, they cleaned themselves up and prepared to leave the room. Hermione walked to the door in front of him. As she reached for the doorknob he grabbed her from behind and vigorously violated her until she came again. Turning her around, he pushed her to the floor and spread her legs. Burying his face between her limbs he tasted the sex on her until she climaxed yet again.
“Draco!” She screamed. She clutched the rug above her head and arched her back as his tongue probe her flower. Finally deciding that she had had enough, he ceased and pulled her to her feet. She staggered and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Did I fuck you hard enough?”
“Yes, thank you…” She said breathlessly.
Moving to the door he pulled it open. Coming from the room adjacent to theirs he spotted the wizard called Cameron fixing his long robes as Tonks followed out after him. The four stood shocked and staring at one another for a minute before silently agreeing that not a word was to be spoken of their current activities.
Walking into the student filled kitchen they sat at the large table. Mrs. Weasley and his mother were frantically working to serve them. He watched the pair bustle around nearly colliding twice. Only true mothers could work like that. He didn’t think that he would ever be able to tolerate nasty little children wanting to be fed when ever they pleased. Hermione rushed over to help.
“Do you need any help with anything?” He heard her ask. Harry and Ron were sitting at the table with their napkins tucked in their shirts and utensils in their hands waiting. Hermione gave them a sharp look.
“What?” Ron said innocently.
“You could help your mother you know.” She snapped at him.
“But Hermione, you’re helping them.” He replied in a whinny voice.
“Ronald Weasley you help your mother right this instant.” She said sternly. Ginny giggled in the corner and stood to help Hermione ladle out thick stew. Ron pushed back his chair with a loud scraping sound and slumped over to the large cauldron. He, Neville, and Harry sniggered under their breath. An hour later they all felt as if they needed to be rolled back to the castle.
Milling out into the living room they prepared to take a portkey back. While Mrs. Weasley went around giving the crew each their allotted kisses, he went to his mother to retrieve his.
“I trust you are doing well in school?” she asked.
“Yes mum.” He leaned down to peck his mother on the cheek.
“That girl, Hermione Granger, she is very pretty.” She said eyeing him. “I noticed she showed you around the house. Is there something that is going on between you?” She asked quizzically. He didn’t know what to say.
“Umm… yes mum. We’ve been going out for a while now.”
“Mmm… I see. Well I hear that she is very smart. Top of your class, is she not?”
“Yes mum. She always gets top marks.”
“Good. That is very good. However she is not a pure blood. Am I right?”
“Yes, but I don’t see why it matters.”
“No, I suppose not. The pure blood line is dieing out anyhow. Okay, well it’s off with you then my little dragon.” She said tiptoeing to kiss him.
“Take care of yourself mum.”
“Oh of course, love.” He walked back to the small group who was preparing to leave.
“Neville” he heard his mother’s voice call. “May I speak to you before you leave please?” He turned to look at his mother. Had she gone daft? The two disappeared into the empty hall. Ten minutes later Neville reappeared into the room looking pale. His eyes looked swollen and pink although he tried to hide it. Hermione gave him a knowing look. Taking hold of the crumpled bag he met eyes with Longbottom before he felt his stomach lurch as they spun back to the castle.

A week had passed and he had yet to find out any information from his fellow Slytherins. He had to admit that he wasn’t trying very hard. Talking while running around the field proved to be too hard a feat for Crabbe and Goyle. The big oafs could barely breathe let alone talk to him about anything other than when they were going to stop. Quidittch and Hermione were the only two things that were keeping him sane. He was feeling anxious about their N.E.W.T.s and had been spending most of his time in the library with her. He had noticed that more fifth and seventh year students had been lingering in the library in the wee hours of night. He figured that they were feeling just about as unprepared as he was. Their final exams were only three months away. The thought made his head hurt. Even Harry and Ron started spending more time pouring over books and old notes.
Deciding that today he would spend some time in the Slytherin house, he packed up his books and headed out the door. Walking down the long familiar corridors he felt malicious grin creep up his face. He wanted to smother Voldemort with his bare hands. He wanted to rip out his innards and pickle them to use for dark potions. He wanted to destroy everything that he rode on. He wanted him to die the worst of deaths. And what was the best way to achieve this? He thought to himself. To start from the bottom. The idiot son’s of his loyal Death Eaters.
Entering the dark room he looked around for his two friends. He spotted them stuffing their faces with chocolate frogs by the roaring fire.
“Ahhh…” he said as he plopped down next to them on the black leather couch. “I needed to get away from that library. Have you goons started studying for your exams yet?” They shook their heads. He scowled at them. “You two want to be Death Eaters right?” They nodded in unison still stuffing their faces. “Then you should really start preparing. I expect that these exams will be harder than our O.W.L.s.”
“But our fathers will get us in. You know that Draco.” Said Crabbe. A smidge of chocolate pooled up at the corner of his mouth as he spoke.
“Do you really think that the Dark Lord wants two meat heads kissing the bottom of his robes?”
“No, I suppose not.” Said Goyle sheepishly looking down at his dirty Doc Martins.
“So what has been going on with the Dark Lord? I haven’t heard anything since he killed my father. You know that you two are my only link to him now.” He said casually. They nodded.
“My father says that he is preparing to go on another massive killing spree. Said that the Dark Lord wants to kill all the squibs and muggle lovers. I hope that they go straight after those pitiful Weasley’s.” Crabbe said scrunching his face and fist. Draco’s stomach turned. He was actually growing fond of the family. Mrs. Weasley had showed him more kindness that he never thought a person could. They were a loyal and respectable family.
“Oh no doubt he will. I mean, look at the Weasel’s father. He’s a muggle lover all the way.” He forced himself to say.
“My father said the same thing. That the Dark Lord wants the Weasel’s gone first.” Goyle piped up.
“Is that all that’s going on so far?”
“Yeah.” Crabbe grunted. Draco feigned a loud and unsightly yawn.
“Alright, well I’m beat. I’m going to bed. Don’t forget practice tomorrow.” He said picking up a chocolate frog box and shaking it at them. “This is why you goons can’t run more than five feet.” He said throwing the box back down on the littered table. Turning on his heel he left the gloomy room and headed straight for the Gryffindor tower.
Crawling through the portrait hole he scanned the room for the siblings. He had only been in the house once before and decided that he preferred it to his. He saw the Weasel sitting in a stuffed chair playing wizard’s chess with Potter. He moved to the table with many eyes looking at him questioningly.
“Weasley I need to speak with you and your sister.” Ron looked up with a frown.
“What for Malfoy.” Said Potter.
“Was I talking to you?” He sneered. The two Gryffindors stood. “Look, I need to talk to you. Get your sister.” He looked around and saw her in the corner talking to another girl he didn’t recognize. Catching her eye he jerked his head indicating that he wished to speak to her. She stood and joined the small entourage.
“What’s up?” She asked.
“Malfoy said that he wants to have a word with us but won’t say what it’s about.” Ron answered.
“Is there somewhere private we can go talk?” He asked.
“Look around Malfoy. Does it look like it?” Ron said.
“Fine, then we can go to my common room.” He looked at Harry. “You can come to Potter. I expect that you’ll know as soon as they get back here.” Harry nodded and they all exited the room. The walk to the Head’s room was unnervingly quiet. As soon as they entered the room her saw Hermione look up from her massive amounts of books.
“What’s going on?” She asked alarmed.
“I don’t know, ask your boy toy here.” Said Ron obviously irritated. They all sat on the large couch and chair in front of the fire.
“I was just in the Slytherin house questioning Crabbe and Goyle. Both of their fathers are avid members of the Dark Lord’s forces. They told me that the Dark Lord was planning of going on another killing spree. His targets this time are squibs and muggle lovers. Weasley, your family is on the top of the list. I suggest that you send a discrete owl to inform your family as soon as possible. I don’t know when he plans to strike, but it’s best if they are informed.” He finished looking at them. Ginny looked as if she were going to burst in tears. Hermione had her arms around her trying to soothe her. Ron and Harry looked speechless. He had known for a while that Potter considered the Weasley’s as his only family so he guessed that it was affecting him as much as their biological children.
“Thanks.” Was all that Ron could say.
“While you go send an owl, I’m going to Dumbledore to tell him what I just told you. I just figured that you should know first.” Ron and Ginny nodded at him then stood and rushed out of the room with Harry in their wake.
“I’ll go with you to Dumbledore.” Hermione said as she stood. “That was a very decent thing that you just did.”
“Well, we are on the same side aren’t we?” He responded with a small grin as they rushed out after the others.