Bittersweet

‘Care to explain to me why I am prancing about, pretending to be you?’

Malfoy ignored Zanbini, instead taking the time to rid himself of Weasley’s clothing.  He was in the dorm, which he found to be depressingly barren.  Given the fact that they housed some of the most powerful people in the world, why did his founder deem it necessary to create such uncomfortable and oppressive housing?

It was a far cry from the comfort his home.

‘I am playing a very fun game,’ Malfoy finally answered.  ‘A game that would prove disastrous if anyone discovered me.’

Zanbini raised two dark eyebrows, ‘I fail to see how that answers my question.’

Only an idiot would accept that kind of answer.  Malfoy recognized that he was being very rude but gave zero fucks.  He wanted everything settled, the game to be over, so that he might let go of this miserable feeling eating away at him.

Malfoy hesitated, then spun, ignoring the slight chill.  He could put a shirt on later.  He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

‘What if I were to tell you that I needed to test out my acting abilities?’

Zanbini still seemed irate.  ‘I had to spend my free time serving your detention, and something tells me that you weren’t simply acting just as I know you weren’t merely forcing me to guzzle that vile concoction so you could get out of detention.’

Malfoy shrugged, ‘I had to do some things.  I will not say anything more than that.’

Zanbini swore in a language that Malfoy did not recognize under his breath before leaving, ‘And don’t ask me again until you are prepared to return the favor, fucking prick.’

Malfoy waited until he was certain he was alone, and then he quickly pulled a fresh shirt on before hurrying to his trunk.  He flung the lid open and smiled at the red head.

Weasley’s eyes were darting around, and he looked terrified.

Thank the dark lord his father deemed it necessary that Malfoy know his unforgivable curses.  Right now the Imperius curse was his best friend.

Weasley had been ordered to remain silent for the duration of the day, and now he was going to be ordered to do something very, very naughty.

Only no one would know it was Weasley.

No, they would think it was Draco.

‘I want you to rape Hermione.  Make it awful. ' He smiled bitterly.  Make her suffer. He wanted her to hurt.

Take her to the room of requirement.  You are to use no spells that will inhibit her memory—and after you have fucked her and made her orgasm, you can return here.  Do not  be seen.  And always remember to take more of this potion.  Check the clock.  If you fail then you are to kill yourself.’

Malfoy smiled cheerfully. 

Weasley looked as if he were about to cry.  Good.  Malfoy hated the fact that he was ordering Weasley to touch her but unfortunately it was necessary to finish tis little game.

Malfoy waved him off.  ‘On your way now.  I have homework.’

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Thanks for the reviews everyone!!!  If you can’t tell, I took some suggestions….and am writing them out.  I am very happy that you all enjoy the story!

I wonder if you can guess where this headed??