Daimons

Many may not approve of how Hermione is handling being raped by Gavin. I would have said she was letting him off too easily if I had read it. My only defense is she a very emotionally strong young lady and deals with it her own way. Gavin will be punished enough once he realizes what he has done as a Death Eater.


Chapter 22

Sitting across from the Headmaster, Draco finished detailing his life over the past few months. The eyes of Dumbledore that looked so sad and forlorn when Draco had first sat down were, if not twinkling, as least showing what Draco would call… hope.

“Thank you my boy. In the last few days there has been so much sorrow, I had forgotten there were still miracles in this world. It does me good to know they still exist.”

“What I don’t understand sir, is why me?” Albus cocked his head not knowing what Draco wanted to hear. “I’m not complaining sir. I will always be grateful to have Tyler in my life but I’m not even a member of their religion.Why would they choose me?”

“I’m not a seer Draco but if I ventured to take a guess, they see a need and they fill it, no matter what culture you may be. And perhaps the miracle was Tyler’s and you are the beneficiary of that miracle. It doesn’t really matter ‘why’ but ‘what’ you do with it.

“I better go and check on Ron and Tyler. Tyler can be a handful if overly excited.” Rising to go, Draco paused. “Sir, my sympathy to you. I know how much Poppy meant to you. The school will miss her. It seems that you needed a few miracles around here.”

“They would have been appreciated,” the headmaster answered wearily. “If you have time, why not take Tyler to meet Del. It would do the Healer's heart good to be around someone so young and innocent.”

“Sir?”

“Oh my, you don’t know. Poppy and Del were married only a few days before she was murdered.”

“Crap!” Draco uttered.

“Indeed.” Dumbledore went about his word while Draco went in search of his child and boyfriend.

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After hours of rigorous sex, Voldemort lay across his consort. He was thrilled as he felt the small bump on Lucius’ once flat stomach. Voldemort loved this man, or at least his body. Never had he had so much sex as he had since he decided that Lucius was his mate. The stoic, self-controlled Lucius was so responsive to his master's touch that his screams could be heard throughout the camp.

The noises that Lucius made were an aphrodisiac to Voldemort's ears. The whimpers and cries only urged the Dark Lord on. The shriek his lover gave when he shoved a pipette down Lucius' hardened prick urged Voldemort on to pound fiercely into Lucius' unprepared hole.

Lucius’ master kissed his collarbone. ‘Yes it was good that Lucius was such a pain slut,’ Voldemort surmised, because there was nothing he liked more than to take pleasure is someone else’s pain.

Lucius gasped for air, relieved that his session with his lord was over. Voldemort's thin lips searched out the luscious lips of his lover. His snake-like tongue flicked in and out as his hand roamed over Lucius' soft skin. Swallowing back the bile, Lucius indulged his Master’s advances. It seemed that his lover was not done with him yet.

Grinning, Lucius held his knees as he spread his legs wide for the Dark Lord. If Voldemort was more observant he would have noticed that the grin on Lucius face was one of criminal intent. Growing up with a friend that excelled at potions Malfoy learned many things that most wizards would never know about dark potions. One particular potion was a slow acting poison. Each evening, before he went to Voldemort's chamber, he would prepare his anus not with a lubricant but with the gel. Each time his master entered him, Lucius was slowly sapping Voldemort’s life force from him. In the months to come the Dark Lord would be steadily become weaker and no one, not the finest Healers alive, would be able to detect the poison. The only one that might be able to shine some light on Voldemort’s condition was, rumors reported, laying comatose at Hogwarts.

“Yes, my Lord, fuck me… fuck me harder,” Lucius moaned as Voldemort took him once again. ‘Yes, fuck me as much as you wish.’ He thought, ‘The more you fuck me the sooner you will be dead.’ The fact that the poison was also sapping the life from him didn’t seem to bother him any. The sooner he and his bastard child were dead, the better.

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Gavin stretched before he tossed the blankets back. Hung over, he moved slowly so not to make the pounding in his head worse. There was a hangover draught in the cupboard of the bathroom. Solely opening his eyes to the painful light of the day he saw his groin caked with blood.

His large hands searched his balls and testicles for damage. Letting a slow breath out he was relieved not to find any damage to his manhood. He turned to look at the unmoving body that lay next to him. He couldn’t remember drawing blood. He neither whipped her nor did he use a knife so where did the blood come from? Pulling the sheets off of the bed he admired first her lovely frame then he saw the matted blood in her pubic hair. Between her legs the blood had dried leaving no doubt where the blood had come from.

“That was unexpected,” Gavin conversed with an unresponsive Hermione. “A virgin, how delightful. If I had known I would have stayed sober for the event. There is something invigorating about taking a woman’s maidenhead.”

Going into the loo he downed first the hangover medicine before he filled the tub with hot water and Gardenia scented oils. Picking up Hermione he slipped her into the water. He climbed in after her, arranging her body until her back was against his chest.

“Doesn’t this feel good, a hot bath after a long night of fucking?” He soaped up a wash cloth and surprisingly, gently started to wash her body. She was pliant in his arms as he washed her arms and breasts. His arm slipped around Hermione’s waist and pulled her closer. The wash cloth cleaned the pubic hair of her blood. As the cloth found its way between her legs, Hermione came back alive.

Twisting in Gavin’s arms, she faced him as she was on her knees. Without thinking she struck out, slapping the shocked Daimon.

“And what the fuck do you think you're doing?” Getting out of the water she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel. With a red handprint on his face, Gavin stared opened mouth at Hermione. “Don’t you ever do that, again. If you want something you ask me and if I say no you will respect my wishes. Do you understand me, arsehole?”

She stormed from the room leaving a bewildered Gavin in the bathtub. Thinking about the past few moments he wondered when he lost control of the situation. As he dried off he thought how lucky he was. If he had raped a Daimon she would have taken her revenge by cutting off his balls. He would have to take precaution to take care of the family jewels. There was no doubt in his mind that Hermione would, if given a chance, gladly take her revenge on his testicles.

When he entered the bedroom Hermione had used the bed sheet as a toga, covering her nakedness.

“Sit down, we're going to have a talk.”

“Ohhhhhkay!?” He sat at the foot of the bed. He should take control of the situation but he found her amusing. This would be good for a few laughs.

“For the last month I have daily put my life on the line. Did I do it for myself? Yes, a very big part of me risking my life was for my future, our future, because I have no future if you’re not apart of if. Get that through your thick, Daimon skull and we might get somewhere. You raped me… and I may never forgive you…. a hundred years from now I may even try to exact my revenge but at this moment I want nothing more that to be with you and to be sure you are alive and well. Merlin only knows why…” She almost lost her toga when she started to toss her arms around him only to quickly tuck it back into place. “No matter what you do, I will always love you. Come hell or high water I’ll be there.” She walked up to the sitting Gavin and placed her hands on his face, her thumb gently following the contour of his lips. “You are one of the biggest fuckers I’ve ever met but it seems that you’re my fucker.” She leaned in and kissed him with all the feelings she had for him taking his breath away.

“I should beat the crap out of you and I may still but you’re so hot when you’re angry. I think I’ll keep you around to amuse me.” He pulled her onto his lap and for a fleeting moment he remembered all of the reasons he had loved her. Try as he could he couldn’t bring those memories back.

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“Your pack is ready to follow you,” Silverrage interrupted Remus as he was writing in his diary.

“Tell me something Silverrage.” He placed the quill down and closed his diary. “Why haven’t you challenged me for position of Alpha? You know you could, without much effort, annihilate me.”

“I’m pleased you’re smart enough to realize that. May I sit?” Remus pointed to the chairs and gave a slight nod. “I am cautious, overly so at times. Greyback was not long for this world. I would have seen to that but I was building my allegiances. All that would have come from killing Greyback would have been me fighting and killing the strongest of the Alphas. With the other Alphas behind me I could rule and lead the werewolves to a better life. Unlike you Lupin, I am a werewolf first and a wizard second.”

“Please remember, Silverrage, when the time comes when you wish to rule, just ask me and I will gladly step aside.”

“I’ll keep you to your word, wizard.” Silverrage was about to leave when Remus stopped him

“Silverrage, it’s true I was born a wizard but I will always be a werewolf and nothing will ever change that."

“You have earned the title of Alpha. Your werewolves are ready to follow you.”

“Thank you Silverrage. I will be out in a moment.” Remus looked forward to going home to his wife and child. Putting his few possessions he had brought with him in his satchel, Remus was ready to go home.

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Harry slept fitful on Rose Marie’s couch. Trying to sooth him she sat down next to him, gently placing his head on her knee. Immediately he relaxed and almost purred when she stroked his messy black hair. Growing up with the Daimons, very little shocked her and she took no offence when he started to hump the cushion.

“It’s okay Harry. You need to release some of your tension,” she whispered to a sleeping but every aroused young man. “It’s been a long, hard few days. Your body wants a little attention. Go ahead Harry, I won’t tell anyone.” The encouragement sent Harry into a frenzy as he came in his pants. With a large sigh he fell deeper into sleep.

“And what are the two of you doing?” Remus stood dumbfounded at the front door.

She beamed at her husband. “Shhhhh. Harry is sleeping.” She slipped from under Harry’s head and gave her husband a proper greeting.

After they paused for air Remus said, “It looked like that he was molesting the couch cushion.”

“He was. We’ve had a few rough days around here and I think Harry had to find a way to release some of his pain.” Remus eyed his wife suspiciously. “Don’t you dare look at me that way Remus. I’ve been waiting for months for your safe return. I don’t want our first night back arguing. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.” He kissed her again. The conversation wasn’t over; only postponed for another day. “I have a pack of werewolves to deal with right now. After I take care of them and talk to Albus I’ll be home. Prepare yourself… I plan to have an all-nighter."

Rose Marie smiled sweetly. “I’ll be waiting for you. Hurry back, I want my husband in my arms as soon as possible.” Remus ached for his wife but first thing's first. Well maybe he had time for a quickie. Taking his wife by her hand he led her to their bedroom.

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