Dragon Hunt

Draco pulled the hood up over his head and down low over his face and followed Severus into the room. It was odd. He knew who almost all the Deatheaters were, yet they all kept hidden from view when meeting as a group. Voldemort was the only one with his hood pushed back, showing his chalky, hairless scalp, red eyes, and flat nose to the assembled group.

“Tonight,” he addressed. “I have brought you all together thissss evening to formally announcccce my engagement to Lord Draco Malfoy.”

Draco swallowed stiffly and froze, but it was no use. Voldemort had an uncanny knack of seeing which of his followers was under which black hood. He soon felt a cold hand lifting his own and moving him to stand on the small dais beside Voldemort. And then his hood was pulled back.

Snape watched Draco’s shining white-blond hair appear, though his eyes were lowered. He knew his godson was walking the edge of a knife he needed to show himself as strong to the mass of followers. He needed to show himself as one not to be trifled with or questioned. Yet, he must seem entirely submissive to the snake at his side. He only prayed that Draco’s Malfoy mask could hold out under the pressure.

And then Draco raised his head. Cold crystalline eyes stared down any that had raised their head to see him. His jaw was tight, his chin raised slightly, his posture perfect. Snape swallowed. It was the perfect reaction. Voldemort tongue flicked his tongue out in a mocking of licking lips he did not have.

Slowly, one by one, the Deatheaters began to take a knee in a show of respect of their master’s new consort. Draco stayed silent, but gave the assembly a nod of acknowledgement. “We will wed on the Eve of the New Year,” Voldemort announced. “We will usher in not only a new era for me personally, but for the wizarding world as a whole. We will have seized control the ministry! And once under my control, the ministry will be restored to its former grace! Half-breeds and mudbloods will be eliminated from our world!” Draco fought the urge to pull away when Voldemort raised his hand so that all could see that they were joined. “And we will prosper in a new era under my control, an era of pure-blood, tradition, and power!”

The group of Deatheaters cheered for their Dark Lord. The gathering broke apart into small groups and Draco felt himself being led away by the snake. Draco acquiesced and followed the Dark Lord into a small office off to the side of the large hall they had gathered in. The good part was that the cold hand finally released his when they were alone. “I wass quite pleassed to hear of your accceptance of my offer.” Voldemort turned to face Draco.

“I am glad to have pleased you,” Draco said with a tilt of his head.

“There aare many more wayss to pleasse me, my favorite,” Voldemort said with a leer.

“My Lord, forgive my impertinence, but we have not had a chance to speak since I have joyfully given consent to an engagement.” Voldemort nodded his permission for Draco to continue. “I have asked for a formal and traditional pure-blood engagement.”

“A wonderful gessture and exxample to be sset, sseeing asss we will ussher in an era of pure-blood traditionss,” Voldemort agreed. “And while tradition bidss uss not to conssumate the marriage before the cceremony, it doess not demand complete ccelibaccy.”

“Quite true,” Draco said softly. Internally, he cursed himself for his luck. Externally, he remained neutral. “But my questions for you are of another nature. As neither of us are heirs and will not be heirs at the time of our joining, joining two families can be quite complicated.”

“True,” Voldemort acknowledged. “I must remark that as the more powerful wizard, I demand the dominant position of the pairing.”

Draco smirked. “I think the question of power is debatable. My magics have grown since my maturity.” Voldemort flushed with anger. “I see ourselves as partners, though I have been trained since my childhood to see you as my lord and master. That view will not change.”

Voldemort smiled broadly. “I am pleased to hear that, my favorite.”

“Now, as I was saying. Joining two families can be quite complicated. We should discuss the use of our combined assets,” Draco continued.

Voldemort looked quite uncomfortable. “Unfortunately, my exile hass left me without much in the way of asssetss.”

Draco smiled in such a way that could be taken as pitying, but sweeter. “I thought as much. You have made many sacrifices for the cause of blood purity.” Voldemort nodded. “That is why I wished to offer you the use of my home. It is much grander than this place and you should get to know the place more intimately as it will soon be your home. It would please me greatly for you to make use of it while I cannot as I spy in your service.”

Voldemort hissed greedily. “Yess,” he murmured. “It would do well to settle into my permanent home.”

“Then, if you give me leave, I will go there tonight and make preparations so that I may be back at the school before morning.” Draco bowed lowly and moved to turn, only to be grabbed and pulled back so that his back was pressed against the Dark Lord’s front. He tried not to shutter when he felt the hardness against his backside.

“Not sso fast, my favorite,” Voldemort breathed in his ear. He followed it up with a flick of his cold, dry tongue. “I wissh to give you a tasste of the pleassure I will bring you when we are joined.”

Draco bit his lip and wished for time to stop. His mind went to Harry and the betrayal he was being asked to commit against him. And he was disgusted and saddened and tortured by the thought, but he had no choice. If they were to save the world from the creature behind him, he had a role to play. A cold hand slid down his chest, slipping between the folds of his robe and then began to move lower. Claws scratched at his abdomen, moving lower. Draco gulped. His cock seemed to shrivel at the touch. He’d never get himself up for the thing touching him. It meant only one thing if the Dark Lord were not to be suspicious. His blood boiled within him at the thought and he felt himself shiver with revulsion.


Draco spun to face the Dark Lord. “My Lord, it would give me the most pleasure to see you lose yourself to the pleasure I can give you,” he said trying desperately to make if not sound forced. Voldemort’s eyes lit up with lust and Draco leaned forward, nuzzling the skin at the Dark Lord’s neck. It was cold and tough, but Draco forced himself to continue, trailing his tongue up the side of that neck to the hole in the side of the hairless head which passed for an ear. “Tell me how best to give you pleasure, My Lord. I wish to please you like no other has.”

Voldemort’s head fell back as he let out a long hiss. Quickly, he pulled his own robe off, leaving his nude form before Draco’s eyes. Draco stared at the oddity before him and hoped that his disgust was hidden under the fascination. The Dark Lord was completely white, his skin almost luminous over a web of purple veins close to the surface. He lacked nipples, lacked belly-button. Snakes had neither, Draco explained to himself. “My body hass changed over the yearss,” Voldemort drawled. Draco watched as he reached down and stroked the hard, white cock.

Draco salivated at the sight of Harry’s, but now his mouth was dry; he felt the dragon in him fighting him, desperately trying to get out. This was more threatening than anything that may take his life because this might take his mate. This wasn’t right. The dragon in him fought to attack or run. This was not his mate, but Draco forced himself forward, biting again at the tough flesh of the creature’s throat. His hand ran down the cold, clay-like surface of its abdomen. “No, pet,” the creature shouted. “I want your mouth. Ssssuck me, Malfoy!” Draco gagged at just the thought, but knew that there was no way out. He sunk to his knees and looked at the hard flesh before him, the claw-like hand still sliding over the turgid flesh.

Harry, forgive me, he said to himself and leaned forward, but thankfully never reached his goal.

“My Lord?” a voice asked from the door way. Draco froze at his godfather’s entrance and then tried to get to his feelt.

“Stay where you are!” Voldemort snapped. Draco did, and tried not to gag at what was happening. If the creature got off before Snape left, maybe he wouldn’t have to degrade himself further. “Whhaat isaa it, Ssseverusss?” he asked.

Snape gulped and tried not to show his anger and disgust at the scene before him as the Dark Lord moan and gasped as he masturbated in front of his godson. “I came to suggest you move to the Malfoy manor. You—“

“Myyyy mosssst intelligent pet hasss all ready—“ He gasped, interrupting his thoughts. “Harder, myyy favorite!” He sighed and turned his attention back to Snape. “He hass made the sssame sssuggesstion.”

“He will need to make arrangements,” Snape reminded. Honestly, he’d seen the Dark Lord in similar situations and worse, but when the poor soul on their knees was a loved one, the pity wouldn’t leave him.

“Ssssoo hee will,” Voldemort panted. “Fasssster,” he sighed to himself, his hips bucking closer to Draco. “Taake hhhim to thhee manor toniiight befoore returning to that wretcchhed ssschool.”

“Of course,” Snape said, nodding.

Draco almost sighed in relief as the creature before him tensed. “Leeaave!” Voldemort commanded fiercely, reaching forward to support himself with a rough grasp on Draco’s shoulder, his hand sliding under the loosened collar.

Snape closed the door just as he heard the Dark Lord cry out his pleasure. Draco felt the cool liquid splash his jaw and neck, but he couldn’t focus on it or he would be sick. He heard the low laughter of the Dark Lord as the creature stepped backwards and took his weight from Draco’s shoulder. Draco winced as he settled back, buttocks on feet.

“Problem?” Voldemort asked defensively as he pulled on his robes.

“My shoulder is sore,” Draco responded flatly, quietly.

“Better I grab that then risk messing up your perfect hair,” the creature laughed as he left the room, leaving Draco alone.

Snape waited, staring at the door he had just exited, the image of what he’d seen angering and haunting him. Voldemort exited looking quite pleased. He spotted Snape and went straight towards him. “Your godssson is a gift to homossssexuality,” he said lightly. “You aaare both excusssed to make the neccessssary preparationsss to my new home.”

Snape bowed and hurried to Draco’s side. Draco was sitting on the floor, his knees tucked up to his chin and his arms wrapping his legs close to his body. His eyes were wide and empty. “Draco?” The young man didn’t move. Snape saw come drip down the side of his neck and immediately did a cleaning charm. “Let’s get you out of here.” The older man knelt down, putting his arms around his godson and they both disappeared with a pop.


“Draco!” Snape shouted. “Draco, look at me.” Slowly, the blond raised empty eyes to look at his godfather. “You’re safe, Draco,” the elder man assured him.

Draco laughed hollowly. “No, I’m not.” But the words had allowed Draco to focus. Quickly the blond noted that he was in his childhood home. Quickly, he summoned the house elves, all of them lining up and cowering in front of him. “Listen quickly. Soon, the Dark Lord will come to this manor.” There were murmurs of fear as well as approval. “My instructions for the treatment of him are as follows. You will all provide for his every physical needs: food, drink, baths, clothing. You will even allow him to beat you should he demand it. But never forget that this is my home and while he is staying here, he remains my enemy. You will act as my spies. You will report to me through the free elf Dobby at Hogwarts castle. Do you understand me?” Again, he got murmurs of fear and approval. “As your master, I demand that if you feel that you cannot follow these orders or will give my place as spy away that you lock yourself in the dungeons immediately.”

Draco noticed only one elf popped out and the others nodded. “Fine then, prepare for the Dark Lord’s arrival. I must return to Hogwarts.” Draco looked back at Snape and nodded. Snape only took his hand and apparated them both away.