Daimons

He had seen his irate husband enter Del’s home before he went to the Great Hall for breakfast with the headmaster. They were to strategize after they had their fill. The room was buzzing with the usual morning chatter when, like a wave, the room became silent. Standing under the archway of the Great Hall doors stood Hermione. She looked taller that her five-foot five-inch height with her shoulders back and her head held high. That alone would not have silenced the room, for Hermione had always exerted self esteem. No, it was the fact that she had shaven her head bald. She stormed down the hall with a purpose. All femininity gone, she wore men’s slacks and boots with a plain cotton shirt of blood red. The Headmaster, shocked, stood up to greet one of his prize students but was dismissed by Hermione as she went to stand in front of the leader of the Daimons.

“I want to be a warrior.” The words were simple and said with conviction.

Armstrong leaned back in his chair and looked up and down the young lass that stood before him. He could feel her radiate anger but more he could sense her pain. As the leader of his tribe he had often dealt with distraught woman as well as men and knew that the situation should be handled with care. She was not a warrior, at least not in the same sense as that of a Daimon. There was bravery in her; he could see it in her flashing eyes.

“Your name.”

“Ms. Granger.”

“Well, Ms. Granger, I will have one of my men start your training after your classes.”

“You will?” She was shocked, not thinking that he would really accept her into his tribe.

“Yes.” He understood that rejection would probably destroy her. “Gavin,” he summoned one of his guards. A strapping lad of twenty came forward and bowed slightly to his leader.

“Gavin I would like you to take charge of training this young lady…”

Hermione cleared her voice.

“Sorry…” he acknowledged Hermione. “Ms. Granger’s lessons. Does four fit into your schedule?”

“Yes sir that would be fine.”

Gavin walked up to his charge. “I will meet you in the middle of the Quidditch field. I am looking forward to training you.” She felt her cheeks redden when his cerulean eyes met hers. She liked how his blond hair looked next to his golden skin. She would have giggled like a school girl if she wasn’t a warrior. Clicking his heels together he bowed to her. “Until four then.”

Hermione joined Harry and her friends at he Gryffindor table; she deliberately did not acknowledge Ron. Ron was too involved sneaking peeks at Draco to even notice.

Armstrong caught Gavin’s arm and whispered in his ear. “Teach her T’ai chi ch’uan and self defense. Do not teach her to maim or kill. Understand?”

Gavin smiled and nodded slightly. Armstrong trusted the youth. He had raised him since the boy’s parents were killed in a fire. Armstrong grinned to himself. That had been seventeen years now. He loved the boy as his own but he looked forward to the day he and his husband would hold their new born in their arms.

The day went by briskly for Armstrong. Half the day spent with the wily old man, the other half supervising the training of his men. He made it a priority to be at the Quidditch field at four to watch the first day of ‘training’ of the little warrior. He was pleased, as he watched Gavin patiently trained Ms. Granger.

From the corner of his eye he saw the flash of steel. He had seen it many times before, when the light of the sun bounced off the blade of a sword. With stealth movement, he progressed to where he saw the flash of light. There, in a tunnel that led under the bleachers lay a sword. Each sword in the tribe was etched with a distinct marking of that of the owner. This was the sword of Miriam that lay at his feet. The sword to the Daimons were as magical as a wand and no self respecting warrior would be caught with out it. He drew his wand ready to do battle when he first heard the noise. He rolled his eyes. He had heard that noise numerous time, mainly when Miriam was beneath him as they copulated.

“Miriam?” All the moaning and groaning immediately stopped. “We are among people who do not view sex as we do. Be more discreet in the future.” He ordered as he walked away.

“What did he mean ‘view sex as we do’?” questioned Harry.

Miriam gave Harry a fierce kiss. “Fuck now, talk later.” She thrust her hips up to make the point, earning her a moan of appreciation from her lover. Harry obliged Miriam by slamming deep into her. In the recess of her mind, she wondered how such a young, naïve man could be driving her insane with lust. All thoughts left her when Harry bit down on her shoulder throwing her into ecstasy. He followed soon afterwards. Sated, they lay in each other’s arms.

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Remus waited patiently for Severus outside of Edelman’s home. A flask of brandy sat in his pocket, waiting to relieve the sour Potions Master. He had a small dose of training with Del. He felt he had to ‘try’ some of their customs to understand them more. He found the training a pleasant and disturbing, for lack of a better word, torture. A man like Severus, reserve and guarded, would find the humiliation and pleasure unsettling at best, disconcerting and horrifying at the worse. It was six hours of pain and pleasure. Eight hours of humiliation and earned dignity. Every kink that his husband could possibly demand was taught.

Remus shivered at the thought of his first day of training. He had to rim his teacher until Del came by his tongue only. Snickering, Remus remembered throwing up twice before he finally slipped his tongue into the tight hole and worked it until Del came. He had to admit that the little training he did received helped immensely with pleasuring Rose Marie. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to please his fiancé and was surprised how just kinky his lover could be.

The door opened and an exhausted Severus emerged closely followed by Edelman.

“Aw Remus, came back for some more lessons?” Edelman greeted the younger werewolf.

“Sorry, have a fiancée to teach me what I need to know.” He handed the flask to his friend. Severus swallowed the contents with one swallow. “Hold on old man, you still need to get home before you get drunk.”

Severus grunted rather unpleasantly.

“How did he do?” Remus knew better that to ask but sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind.

“We have a lot of work to get rid of his inhabitation. A life time of spying and I believe child abuse,” Severus gave Edelman a death glare, “has taken a toll on his ability to trust. He does have a wicked tongue and now knows how to use it properly.”

‘Oh, Severus had the same training,’ Remus thought to himself.

“Arsehole,” Severus called his teacher.

“You should know intimately, shouldn’t you Severus?” Del smile. “But you will be punished tomorrow for you insolence.”

“Remus, are you coming or are you going to stand here and reminisce with the pervert?” Severus turned on his heels and headed home.

Remus felt a warm hand on his shoulder. “Your friend has been physically and emotionally abused his whole life. It is very hard for him to give up all of his defenses. But with a little patience, I will have him in shape in no time and enjoying the pleasures that life has given him.”

“Severus enjoying life; that would be something to see. I better follow him before the alcohol hits and he falls over.” Remus scurried after his friend.

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Severus was on his way to getting royally pissed when Armstrong entered their home. He could smell something cooking and was surprised to find Remus in the kitchen.

“Severus, the next time you plan to get drunk, ask me so I can join. There is nothing as pitiful as a lone drunk.”

“Fucking prat,” he whispered as he downed his fifth, no sixth drink.

“Rough day?” he teased. “Want to tell me about it?”

“No!” was the simple reply.

Armstrong leaned over his lover, placing his hand on either side of Severus and whispered into his ear, “Do you want to… show me.”

Severus jumped up pushing his husband backward. “Hell no, never going to do that again to anyone.”

To Armstrong this was a challenge, one that he had to win. “By tomorrow morning you will show me what you learned. Do you understand, darling?”

“Go to hell,” was his reply. He stumbled over his own feet as he tried to escape to his lab and landed in his husband’s incredibly warm arms. From the open door they heard a gasp.

“It’s true.” Draco stood with a stunned look on his face. “You are a fucking fag.”

“Draco, please,” Severus reached out to his godson.

“Don’t touch me.” Draco was overreacting, even for Draco. “How can you let him,” there was a sneer on his face as he pointed to Armstrong, “fuck you?”

Remus walked into the room with dinner when he saw Arm grab Draco’s collar and lift him up to push him against the wall. Murder was on his face.

“If you ‘ever’ talk to my husband like you just did there is no one in heaven or earth that will save you from me. Do you understand me boy?” Armstrong spoke between clenched teeth.

Draco tried to pry the Daimon’s fingers from his shirt. Silent tears flowed from his eyes as he refused to answer Armstrong.

“Husband,” Severus spoke distinctly and calmly trying to get his lover’s attention, as if he hadn’t anything to drink. “Put the boy down gently.” Severus put his hands over his husband and slowly lowered Draco down. Once his feet hit the floor, Draco turned to run only to be stopped by Severus. “Don’t you dare move.” Draco froze in place. Severus turned and spoke softly to his irate husband. “If you calm down and don’t kill the boy perhaps I can show you what I learned today.”

“Remus and I will be in the kitchen having dinner but I promise you if he ever speaks to you again like that they will never find his body.” There was no doubt that his husband meant every word he had spoken.

Turning his attention to his godson Severus glared at the cowing boy. “Now that you ruined a wonderful alcoholic induced stupor would you kindly explain what just happened?” Severus crossed his arms across his chest.

How could he explain his own feelings towards Ron? It was so wrong on so many levels. Least was his father would disinherit him and he would be as poor as a Weasley.

“How… how can you stand him touching you?” Draco’s voice quivered.

“Draco I love you. I have since the moment your father put you in my arms and asked me to be your godfather. I would give you the world if I could but do not ever try to get between me and my husband. What we have and do is no concern of yours. My homosexuality or lack of has never been a bother to you before. What has happened that has brought on this temper tantrum?”

Draco had never lied to his godfather. He never had to but these feeling he was having couldn’t be easily explained. One day he loathed the weasel. Now, Merlin, all he could think about was shagging the Gryffindor. He was a Slytherin and a Malfoy, this wasn’t right. No, what he and Ron had was a moment in time not to repeat itself.

“I was jealous,” Draco lied. “You were the only one I could rely on and now he took you away from me.” He whined like a good little Slytherin. He was giving a good performance he thought.

“I will always be there for you. Whatever your problem is you can come to me. Now, would you like to partake dinner with us?”

“Ah, no, I should get to the library and do some studying.” Draco turned tail and ran.

“He was lying to you,” Armstrong said as he and Remus came from the kitchen.

“He told me the truth.” He turned to his husband. He wanted to beg to be held but his pride prevented it. “As a true Slytherin he just didn’t tell me the whole truth. Something is definitely wrong and I will find out what it is. Now gentlemen, should we finish dinner and then get royally drunk? I want to forget what Edelman might think up for tomorrow.”

Arm and Remus looked at one another, both knowing what the second lesson entailed. Learning the art of fellatio with the use of a dildo was embarrassing at the least. Then having to suck Del off and swallow his come would probably make Severus run to the far corners of the world never be heard from again. Armstrong felt his slacks tighten as his cock twitched at the idea of his lover’s lips around his member. Soon, Severus’ nose would be nestled in his crotch while the length of his cock would be deep down his lover’s throat. He shook his head and thought, ‘Getting good and drunk isn’t such a bad idea after all.’ Without a word spoken, Remus and Armstrong decided that a night of ignorance, on Severus’ behalf, would be the wise choice of action. Severus offered the two men their individual bottles of firewhiskey and took a swig of his own. Dinner was forgotten on the table, as the three men settled in the living room for a night of drinking, storytelling, and perhaps sex with their respective spouses. By early the next morning Severus was showing his husband what he had learned the previous day and found, to his surprise, he enjoyed the experience.

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Gavin stared at Hermione as she wiped the sweat off her brow. He admired her diligence and how she listened.

“Brown,” he said.

“What?” She looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

“Your hair was thick, curly, and a luscious brown color.”

“Yes, how did you know?” Subconsciously, she ran her hand over her bald head.

“I noticed you the first day we came to Hogwarts. You were arguing with someone and I noticed the fire in you. Then I notice how ravishingly beautiful you were.”

She laughed in disbelief. “No one has ever called me beautiful, much less ravishingly beautiful.”

“Then everyone you have ever known has been a fool or blind.” He closed the gap between them until they were standing only inches apart. “Our custom is that a man is not allowed to court a female unless the female asks first. I would like it to be known, if you ask, I will be very willing to lo… court you.”

Hermione was sure her panties were getting wet. “And if I’m not interested?”

“Nothing will change; I will train you to my full ability.” He smiled. The scent of her sex permeated the air. He stepped out of her space. “Think about ‘us’. Until tomorrow, Hermione.” He smiled seductively as he bowed and took his leave. A smile grew on Hermione’s face, as she caught herself giggling madly. ‘What a difference a day makes,’ she thought to herself as she headed to her dorm room to play out this scenario over and over in her head. Ron who?

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Draco missed dinner and stayed in his dorm room, fearing that if he left he would run into the redhead that plagued his thoughts. With curfew moments away, Draco decided that it was safe to go to the library to pick up the research books for his potion class the following day. He maneuvered himself through Hogwarts, avoiding every major hallway. Giving a sigh of relief he turned the last corner to the library when, to his utter horror, he ran into Ron.

They both jumped apart as if they were burnt by fire. Draco stared at his feet, not wanting to meet Ron’s eyes, he new if he looked into them that he would be hopelessly lost and would lose his resolve. He leaned into the callus palm that cupped his cheek, savoring the touch.

“No,” Draco whimpered, as he pulled away from Ron.

“Why?” Ron took a step forward as Draco retreated.

“It won’t work. It can’t work. Not between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin.”

“I know. I hated you but now all I can think of is how much I want to be near you.” Ron took a step forward. “How I want to touch you.” His fingers brushed Draco’s cheeks. “How I want to kiss those perfect lips of yours.” He leaned into Draco, brushing their lips together. The Slytherin snaked his arms around the lion’s neck and returned the brush of lips. Bodies collided together. Draco was thrown against the wall as Ron positioned his leg between his lover’s thighs. The passion they felt was sending out small shock waves. It took only moment for the two hormonal teenagers to climax against one another.

Draco recovered first from the high. He felt and was disgusted with himself. Pushing Ron away he yelled, “This will not happen again! I am not a fag. I do not have feelings for you. And you’re not good enough for a Malfoy. So go back to your mudblood where you belong.”

Ron, his eyes void of emotions, replied, “Don’t worry Ferret Face. I’ll stay as far away as possible from you. Don’t worry, no one will find out about ‘this’,” he spat out. “I wouldn’t want any one to know I lowered myself by touching a Death Eater.” Ron went on his way, leaving a confused young man behind.

Draco slid to the ground, his back against the rough surface of the wall and cried. He knew in his heart of heart that this choice, no matter how painful, was the right decision… before the two of them did anything that they could never take back. They would both be happier with their own kind. This feeling of despair, the feeling of hopelessness, would soon go away and life would be back to normal. At least that was Draco was praying to his god for.

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