Breathe
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
16,331
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Suspicious
*AN: It's been a pretty busy summer, sorry that it's been so long since an update, this chapter isn't long but I promise more is on the way!*
Marcus sat in his study sipping on a firewhiskey and basking in his victory. A smile spread wide across his face. He could feel the drink burning through him, and the burning slightly touched the nether reaches of his body, but suddenly he looked down to realize part of the burning was his dark mark. He quickly touched his wand to it and apparated to the Dark Lord’s meeting chambers. Several other cloaked members stood in a circle and he quickly joined them. The dark lord smoothly glided to the center.
“As you all know, next Saturday marks the three year anniversary of our victory. I will be hosting a celebration at my manor. Everyone will attend. Absence will not be accepted. That is all. Flint, Higgs, Malfoy, and Pucey stay behind.” Voldemort hissed.
The rest of the witches and wizards vanished and the four remaining came forward with bowed heads.
“The four of you are currently in possession of traitors. I desire them to be brought to the ball as a fond reminder of our success.”
“Yes my Lord”, the four responded in unison.
“You may leave.” Marcus disapparated and found himself back in his study. He sighed momentarily.
-
The new day broke and Katie was harshly awoken by her drapes being thrust open. The harsh rays of sun hit her eyes and made them water.
“Wake up we have much to do today” Marcus growled. Katie moaned slightly and rolled over in bed. Marcus grabbed hold of the comforter and pulled it, causing her to tumble off the side.
“Hey! What gives!?”
“Shut up and sit down.” Katie scoffed and then sat in a nearby chair, arms crossed.
“We have a week to prepare for the victory ball.”
“Victory ball?”
“Every year we have a ball to celebrate the victory of the Dark Lord. He’s requested that you and the other slaves attend”
“I’m not going to that”
“You don’t have a choice. That and we’re going to have to do some major…training in order for you to get by.”
“What do you mean?”
“If they had any idea I’m coddling you as much as I am, we would both have hell to pay. You can at least understand that can’t you?”
“I guess. But don’t expect me to go kissing all of those murderous bastards feet” Marcus slapped her across the face. She put her hand to the stinging sensation that still lingered there.
“Do you not get this? There’s no room for your pride and bravery. Not one person in that entire room would think twice about killing you right then and there in the middle of the room if you so much as put a toe out of line.” Katie stood up and slapped Marcus across the face.
“Yeah I get it.” Marcus grabbed her by the arms and threw her onto the bed, Katie furiously tried to pull her arms away.
“Listen Bell, you’re not in your precious Hogwarts anymore, you don’t get away with something like that with nothing more than a slap on the wrist from McGonagal.” Katie still tried to pull away. Marcus brought his face so it was right in front of her, she could feel his breath on her, and it made her heart beat faster. She suddenly stopped struggling.
“Enjoy cleaning the manor for the rest of the week” He shoved her back onto the bed, walked out of the room, and slammed the door shut. Katie found herself still breathing quickly, the intensity still sweeping over her. There was something else too…excitement. It rushed over her and made her body tingle, one such area in particular.
“No. This is NOT acceptable. I am not turned on by FLINT” she shook her head as if trying to rid the idea from her system. This time it was her turn to take a cold shower.
Marcus sat in his study sipping on a firewhiskey and basking in his victory. A smile spread wide across his face. He could feel the drink burning through him, and the burning slightly touched the nether reaches of his body, but suddenly he looked down to realize part of the burning was his dark mark. He quickly touched his wand to it and apparated to the Dark Lord’s meeting chambers. Several other cloaked members stood in a circle and he quickly joined them. The dark lord smoothly glided to the center.
“As you all know, next Saturday marks the three year anniversary of our victory. I will be hosting a celebration at my manor. Everyone will attend. Absence will not be accepted. That is all. Flint, Higgs, Malfoy, and Pucey stay behind.” Voldemort hissed.
The rest of the witches and wizards vanished and the four remaining came forward with bowed heads.
“The four of you are currently in possession of traitors. I desire them to be brought to the ball as a fond reminder of our success.”
“Yes my Lord”, the four responded in unison.
“You may leave.” Marcus disapparated and found himself back in his study. He sighed momentarily.
-
The new day broke and Katie was harshly awoken by her drapes being thrust open. The harsh rays of sun hit her eyes and made them water.
“Wake up we have much to do today” Marcus growled. Katie moaned slightly and rolled over in bed. Marcus grabbed hold of the comforter and pulled it, causing her to tumble off the side.
“Hey! What gives!?”
“Shut up and sit down.” Katie scoffed and then sat in a nearby chair, arms crossed.
“We have a week to prepare for the victory ball.”
“Victory ball?”
“Every year we have a ball to celebrate the victory of the Dark Lord. He’s requested that you and the other slaves attend”
“I’m not going to that”
“You don’t have a choice. That and we’re going to have to do some major…training in order for you to get by.”
“What do you mean?”
“If they had any idea I’m coddling you as much as I am, we would both have hell to pay. You can at least understand that can’t you?”
“I guess. But don’t expect me to go kissing all of those murderous bastards feet” Marcus slapped her across the face. She put her hand to the stinging sensation that still lingered there.
“Do you not get this? There’s no room for your pride and bravery. Not one person in that entire room would think twice about killing you right then and there in the middle of the room if you so much as put a toe out of line.” Katie stood up and slapped Marcus across the face.
“Yeah I get it.” Marcus grabbed her by the arms and threw her onto the bed, Katie furiously tried to pull her arms away.
“Listen Bell, you’re not in your precious Hogwarts anymore, you don’t get away with something like that with nothing more than a slap on the wrist from McGonagal.” Katie still tried to pull away. Marcus brought his face so it was right in front of her, she could feel his breath on her, and it made her heart beat faster. She suddenly stopped struggling.
“Enjoy cleaning the manor for the rest of the week” He shoved her back onto the bed, walked out of the room, and slammed the door shut. Katie found herself still breathing quickly, the intensity still sweeping over her. There was something else too…excitement. It rushed over her and made her body tingle, one such area in particular.
“No. This is NOT acceptable. I am not turned on by FLINT” she shook her head as if trying to rid the idea from her system. This time it was her turn to take a cold shower.