A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

Chapter 32 ~ An Abduction

“There she is Wooten, just like I said,” Fredrick said, his eyes narrowed as he looked in the record shop window. “Pretty bird isn’t she? Muggle-born.”

Wooten squinted at Malina, who was counting down her register. It was just after dusk and she was closing up shop. She was dressed in a black sweater and black stretch jeans, her wand sticking out her back pocket.

“She’s got a wand,” Wooten said, “Looks like she might be trouble, Fredrick.”

“So she’s got a wand? There’s two of us and one of her. Don’t be a pussy, Wooten. I swear, ever since that chit kicked you in the balls it’s like you’ve lost them completely,” Fredrick complained.

“I’ve got balls,” Wooten said angrily.

“Well prove it. Let’s get her,” Fredrick said.

Both Death Eaters looked up and down the street. Shops closed early here and there was no one about. They walked toward the shop, Fredrick leading the way.

Malina looked up at the door opened. Shit, she’d forgotten to put up the “closed” sign. Since it wasn’t quite eight, she still had to serve customers if they came in. She frowned a little, hoping the two men that entered wouldn’t find what they were looking for or she’d have to do her count all over again. She sighed, then put on her ‘clerk’ smile.

“Can I help you sirs?” she asked the two men.

Fredrick gave her a disarming smile.

“Yes, I’m looking for a copy of ‘You’ve Charmed Me’ by the Broken Wizards.

Malina’s eyebrows rose.

“That’s quite an oldie,” she said, walking around the counter, “Follow me. I’ll help you look.”

Fredrick glanced back at Wooten, who appeared to be perusing a couple of music magazines and nodded at the door. Wooten turned the closed sign around and pulled the blind down, then followed.

Malina stopped in front of the oldies section and began to leaf through the titles.

“I don’t know if we have it…if we don’t I can order it for you from the catalogue,” Malina said, her fingers shifting the albums.

Fredrick eyed her wand.

“That will be fine,” he said as Wooten walked up. They looked at each other.

“Ah…we do have a co…” Malina started to say when suddenly a hand was clapped over her mouth and her wand pulled out of her pocket. A strong arm wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides.

“Got her!” Fredrick said as Malina screamed behind his hand and tried to bite him, kicking her legs frantically. She pushed off the floor and knocked him back into the shelf of albums, but he held on to her, albums scattering everywhere

“Shit, hold her Fredrick!” Wooten urged as Malina kicked and struggled. Wooten pulled out his wand and stunned her. She slumped in Fredrick’s arms, the wizard panting.

“I’m not going through what we did with that other bitch,” Wooten said through gritted teeth, “Now let’s go.”

Fredrick tossed the unconscious Malina over his shoulder and both wizards disillusioned themselves.

“Damn, you sure know how to pick them, Fredrick,” Wooten complained as they exited the shop, leaving the door open. They disapparated just as Draco rounded the corner. He was going to bring Malina to the Manor tonight. The witch had put him off almost a solid week.

“Familiarity breeds contempt,” she told the wizard, “I’m not going to sleep with you every night just because you’re available Draco.”

Draco looked her over a bit lustfully.

“I find nothing about you contemptible in the least, Malina,” he purred at her.

”I’m still not coming over,” she snapped.

So, he was regulated to escorting her home and not coming in. If he did enter, she might as well be at his Manor. They’d end up in bed. Malina was very susceptible to Draco’s seduction techniques, which ranged from him pouting to actually man-handling her, though normally he was somewhere in the middle with his approach.

Draco heard the sound of apparition and hurried to the store. There were no apparition points near the shop, so it had to be an illegal disappearance. His belly tightened as he saw the door to the shop opened and the blind drawn with the closed sign visible. He entered the store and saw that Malina had the closing book lying on the counter and a quill beside it. This didn’t bode well. Malina always finished her paperwork and wouldn’t have left the book out.

“Malina?” Draco called, pulling out his wand and walking behind the counter to look at the floor. No, she wasn’t there. He opened the door to the back office slowly, his wand at the ready. No, she wasn’t there either.

Draco closed the door and began to walk through the store, looking for her…a cold fear rising inside of him. When he came to the aisle with the scattered, crushed albums, he knew the worst had happened.

Someone had taken Malina.

Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and looked at it.

“Track!” he hissed.

A map formed on the parchment. It was a landscape and Pumbleberry’s Manor was clearly marked with Malina’s footsteps heading straight for it. Suddenly, she disappeared from the map. Whoever had her had taken her through the secret entrance which was strongly warded.

“Shit!” Draco cursed, racing from the shop, leaving the door open and disapparating the moment he touched ground outside. He had to get to Malina and save her.

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Malina began to rouse as Fredrick carried her down the long stairwell, followed by Wooten. They hit the landing and started walking quickly down the corridor towards the main room. Wooten saw Malina’s eyes flutter.

“She’s waking up,” he said warningly.

“She hasn’t got a wand,” Fredrick said, “Don’t worry about it. Once we get her to the revel we’ll take care of her good.”

Malina heard him. Revel? Oh gods, no!

Malina began to struggle and Fredrick threw her off his shoulder to the stone floor, hard. The witch lay there dazed as the wizard knelt, drawing his face close to hers.

“Now listen, witch…we don’t want any trouble out of you or we’ll kill you right now,” he said to Malina, his eyes hard.

Malina didn’t say anything, and Fredrick hauled her to her feet, then twisted her arm painfully behind her back. Malina let out a little cry.

“Walk!” he said, pushing Malina forward roughly.

Wooten followed them, glad to see Fredrick was handling this witch better than he did the last woman they kidnapped.

Fredrick walked down the corridor and the witch could hear laughter and screams as they approached an archway from which bright light issued. Fredrick guided her through the opening and Malina’s eyes went wide at the sight that met her eyes.

People, some in masks and all in various stages of undress walked about freely, eating and conversating. There were tables laden with food and drink and a number of sofas. But what caught her eye were the beds on one side of the room. There had to be at least thirty of them and more than half were filled with people having sex, and not good sex…brutal sex, the women screaming and being beaten while penetrated. Some were bound and handcuffed, others were being whipped. She could smell blood.

In the middle of the room surrounded by chairs was a huge bed, and a mass of naked bodies wriggling, pumped and squirmed all over it, while others sat in the chairs watching, wanking off or both.

Fredrick grinned at the horror on Malina’s face.

“Welcome to the party,” he purred in her ear, then pushed her forward.

Pumbleberry waddled up to greet them, looking Malina over.

”Urm…I see that you’ve brought your own entertainment,” Pumbleberry said, “Nice, but…urm…a bit too old for me.”

”Not for me,” Wooten said, walking around Fredrick and running his hand over Malina’s breasts. The witch screamed at the intimate contact. Wooten hesitated. He had felt something hard under her t-shirt.

“What’s this?” he said, reaching down her shirt and pulling up Draco’s ring attached to her necklace. He studied it and gave a low whistle.

“What’s a blue-collar witch like you doing with something like this?” he asked her before yanking the necklace off her neck and putting it and the ring into his robes pocket, “Well, you’re not going to need it after tonight. You won’t be going anywhere except to the Afterlife…and like they say, you can’t take it with you. Hold her, Fredrick. Let’s see what she’s got.”

Fredrick grabbed Malina’s wrists and held her arms up as she struggled. She kicked Wooten and he punched her hard in the nose. Blood leaked from it.

“I got bloody kicked in the jewels last time,” he snarled at her, “You do it and I’ll break your fucking neck. Now cooperate or it’s going to be worse for you.”

Her face pulsing, Malina despairingly went limp. She was going to be raped and killed. She closed her eyes as she felt Wooten tugging her t-shirt out of her pants and pulling it up over her face, his thick fingers grasping her bra-clad breast and squeezing it so hard she whimpered. Then her shirt was pulled over her head roughly, Fredrick removing it as Wooten pulled up her bra. She let out a scream as she felt his mouth close over a nipple and his hand groped at her ass.

“Oh yeah. A screamer,” Fredrick said, pressing his erection against her ass for a moment, “Come on Wooten, let’s get a bed.”

Wooten grabbed Malina’s legs and the two wizards made their way over to the bed area, weaving through the bouncing mattresses, screaming victims and thrusting bodies to a bed that had been used. There was a blood stain on it.

”This’ll do,” Fredrick hissed and the two wizards dropped Malina on it. She immediately tried to scramble off but they were too quick for her.

“Like a rabbit, this one,” Wooten said as he grabbed her ankle. Malina kicked at him ineffectually. Fredrick slapped her.

“We told you about kicking,” he said, starting to unbutton his robes as Wooten grabbed her other ankle. “I’m going to teach you one hell of a lesson, witch.”

Wooten licked his lips as Fredrick shrugged off his robes, revealing tented tidy-whities.

“Nooooo!” Malina screamed as Fredrick began unfastening her jeans.

Suddenly, Fredrick was hit by wand blast and went flying, landing on an occupied bed several feet away, interrupting a vigorous raping.

“What the…” Wooten said, turning only to be hit in the jaw with a powerful blow. He fell, pulling Malina around on the bed since he still had a hold on her legs.

“Now, now! Urm…what’s going on here?” Pumbleberry huffed, hurrying up in time to see Draco wrap his robes around the trembling Malina.

“These animals stole what is mine,” Draco snarled, moving Malina behind him as Wooten got up off the floor and Fredrick walked back shakily. Draco’s gray eyes were murderous as he looked at the two wizards.

“What do you mean ‘yours?’” Wooten said angrily, rubbing his jaw. He would have hexed Draco if he didn’t have a wand trained on him. “We got her from the record shop.”

Malina, still shaken blinked at the back of Draco’s head. He knew these men?

“I mean mine. She wears my ring. She is my property,” Draco seethed. He turned to Malina and partially opened his robes. The necklace and ring weren’t there.

“Where’s the ring?” he asked her, his eyes so hard she nearly couldn’t recognize him.

“He took it,” Malina replied, pointing at Wooten, who thrust his jaw out.

“I didn’t take nothing,” he hissed.

Draco stared at him a moment, then handed Malina his wand.

“Use it if you have to,” he said, then turned back to Wooten.

“Give me my ring,” he said.

“Sure,” Wooten said, reaching into his pocket, intending on pulling out his wand and blasting the blonde wizard.

“Accio wand!” Malina shouted suddenly, Wooten’s wand flying into her outstretched hand. The startled wizard looked at her. Draco’s wand worked for her. That meant they probably were as close as the wizard claimed. Lovers could often use each others’ wands.

“Just wanted to keep you honest,” the witch said, an ugly look on her face. She hoped Draco beat the shit out of both of them.

“The ring, Wooten,” Draco said once more.

He looked so much like Lucius when angry that Wooten paled a moment. Lucius had been a brutal fighter, the kind of wizard who took great pleasure in breaking bones. How much like the father was the son? He decided he didn’t want to find out. He reached in his pocket and produced the ring. Draco snatched it out of his hand, then punched him in the jaw again, breaking it this time.

Wooten fell, and this time he didn’t get up.

“Hey!” Fredrick shouted at Draco, still in his underwear, “You had no call to do that! He gave you the ring.”

”He also touched my witch,” Draco seethed, “If I had come here and found you two raping her…both of you would have died, believe me!”

“Now, now, Draco,” Pumbleberry said, “Urm…what’s this about you having…urm…a witch? I thought you didn’t…urm…indulge? Because of your…urm…malady.”

All around them people were listening with interest.

“Haven’t you heard of condoms?” Draco said, “I have needs too. But I don’t indulge here because condoms break and half of you would get this STD if that happened. But…if you are willing to take the chance…I can start participating. As it stands only one witch can be infected, and it doesn’t make much difference.”

Malina looked at Draco shocked. An STD? What in the world was he talking about?

“Urm…no…no Draco, we appreciate you protecting us. Take your witch and go then,” Pumbleberry said, twirling the end of his waxed mustache.

Draco’s gray eyes dropped to Wooten.

“Tell that bastard any time he feels as if he wants satisfaction, I’ll be glad to oblige him,” Draco hissed. Then he took his wand from Malina and quickly escorted the witch from the room, the crowd around them parting.

“So, Draco’s keeping a muggle-born for his mistress?” a witch whispered to another, who shrugged.

“Ass is ass,” she said, “Better a muggle-born taking a chance on getting an STD than a true witch. Come on…there’s a couple of muggle men chained to the far wall.”

The two witches made a beeline to the poor men being poked and prodded by a gang of masked Death Eaters. One let out a piercing cry.

“Draco, how did you find me?” Malina asked the wizard as he dragged her through the corridor.

“Never mind that. How did you let yourself be taken?” he hissed at her, furious.

“They surprised me,” Malina said, “I didn’t expect to be abducted, Draco. Neither of them had “potential kidnapper” etched in their foreheads.”

”I don’t care. You’re going to learn how to protect yourself,” he declared, pulling her up the stairwell.

“I can protect myself,” Malina argued, “They just surprised me.”

Draco stopped on the stairs, grabbed both of Malina’s shoulders and shook her brutally.

”Did you see what was going on in there? Women were dying, Malina! Any one of them could have been you! I want you to know what to do next time you are ‘surprised.” I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you, Malina,” he said, his voice quavering.

Suddenly Draco pulled her into him, holding her so tightly, Malina could hardly breathe.

“Draco…Draco, I can’t breathe,” she gasped in the wizard’s arms.

Draco released her, his eyes full of emotion.

“Come on, I’m taking you to the Manor,” he said, pulling her up the stairs. They walked across the landscape until they were beyond the anti-apparition ward, then disapparated.

Draco brought Malina to the Manor as he said, and had the house elves draw her up a bath, then undressed her and helped her in. He didn’t feel lust as he watched her step down into the tub, only concern. The wizard washed her back for her and helped her rinse, dried her, then brought her a silk nightgown in Slytherin green for her to wear.

Malina couldn’t eat anything, and Draco didn’t have much of an appetite either…his belly still ached from the fear he felt when he realized Malina had been taken for revel fodder. If he had just been a minute later…

Draco let out a long breath to calm himself. It hadn’t come to that, thank the gods.

When they climbed into bed, Draco made no move to touch Malina. She’d been touched enough tonight. She didn’t mention that. She didn’t talk about what happened at all except to ask him about the STD he was supposed to have.

“It has to do with my work for the Order,” he said shortly.

Malina said nothing else about it. She figured it was a lie the wizard told to keep from taking part in the horrible activities. The witch shuddered as she remembered the terrible scene that met her eyes when she entered the revel. Draco felt her tremble and wrapped both his arms around her, pulling her close.

“I’m sorry you had to experience that, Malina,” he said softly.

Malina was quiet for a moment.

“And all those other women?” she asked him.

“Dead,” Draco said, the word like bile in his mouth, “All dead, you can be sure.”

“You’ve watched women being murdered, Draco?” Malina asked him, her heart feeling cold now. She felt him nod.

“Too many women, too many times, Malina. Sometimes I feel as if I’m dying myself…inside. The worst part is, I can do nothing other than what I’m doing now if I want to save them,” Draco said, “I can only watch and listen.”

”What are you listening for, Draco?” she asked him softly.

“An answer, Malina,” he replied, pain in his voice, “An answer for it all. Hopefully, there will be one soon.”

Draco fell silent, but Malina could feel him quaking just a little. Now she understood why he cried out in his sleep sometimes, or woke looking as if he didn’t know where he was, or desperately made love to her when he returned from wherever it was he went. It was what he was forced to see…and allow. It was horrible.

“You’ll find the answer, Draco,” she said softly, “You’ll find a way to save them.”

Draco blinked up at the ceiling. Snape was the one he had to count on for now. He had no idea how his meeting went with Bella. He’d have to stop by the school and talk to Albus.

“I can only hope, Malina,” he said, tightening his hold on the witch and closing his eyes. His hand drifted up to her necklace, then down to the ring. He grasped the warm, hard piece gratefully.

It had saved Malina’s life.

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A/N: :::shaking head::: Close call. Draco should have killed Fredrick and Wooten, though I have to say those wizards have the worst luck collecting women for the revels. Maybe they’ll give up now. Still sick and achy. :::whine::: Thanks for reading.